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The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 01

By: dsoul



High above his head came the lengthy roar of an airplane heading towards the sky. Thaddeus was cruising in his Coupe DeVille down the slow lane of the highway heading back into the city and he couldn't help but admire the sight of the plane as it broke through a blanket of clouds still soaring towards the great blue. He wondered if that was Constance's plane he was seeing. He remembered she had booked herself a window seat at first-class. He could just picture her right now gazing at the sight of the city as it receded beneath her and wondered if she could sight him from up there. He knew nothing would happen to her. He would see her again.

It was a Saturday mid-afternoon, a work-free day for him. As he drove into the city headed towards his apartment, he ran through his mind what he was going to do with himself between now and evening. He hadn't been at his apartment for the past two days, having spent those ones locked between the arms and legs of Constance. As he observed the city traffic he ticked off what his activity was going to be like for the next few hours before it grew dark. First thing he needed to do was take care of his laundry. Maybe clean up the kitchen, even though he couldn't exactly recall the state in which he'd left it last time. That one shouldn't be a problem; he would take care of the rest of the house tomorrow. Done with that, he could always chill at home instead of hurry out to go hang out with someone. He had a new Walter Mosley novel he'd been putting off to read, and then maybe he could sleep off for an hour or two, by which time it would be dark outside and then he could think about hitting the club to find himself a bitch to keep him company. It's been a long while since last time he went club-hunting. Either that or he could instead call someone up. He remembered he still had the card those two rich sluts had scribbled their numbers on when he was at that CLUB EROS party. Yeah, he could maybe give one of them a call and see if they wouldn't mind hanging out with a brother tonight. And even if that one didn't work out ... he could always call up his friend, Pimp Zee, to hook him up with another white bitch. He hadn't forgotten Myra though. The thought of her made his cock nod a reply inside his pants. Had she come to his mind earlier in the day he would have given her a call back then to program her for the evening. 

Although he didn't say it out loud, but Thaddeus considered that he deserved himself a much-needed break from work. He'd been working his ass off since the start of the year, dodging bullets and knives, resolving high quarrels and disputes ... and with this most recent case he'd resolved, knowing the cops would be just as anxious to find something to nail his ass with since he'd unconditionally made their asses look dumb, the best he could hope for was to steer clear of anything that might bring him close to them. At least for a month or two, by which time they would have other problems to mend than carry grudges of him on their minds till then.

He was able to beat the querulous late-afternoon traffic and make it to his neighbourhood. He drove into his apartment compound, sheltered his car in its parking space, then climbed out and went in the direction of his apartment door. He let himself inside just as easy, closed it behind him and turned the lock. 

He took two steps into the living room, threw his bunch of keys on the centre table and right away his nose caught a whiff of something. It smelled a lot like incense. Cinnamon, if indeed he was wrong. Thad never had any incense in his apartment, and he knew quite well he hadn't bought any recently. 

Was someone in the apartment?

He tapped his shoulders and cursed himself for having neglected taking any of his guns with him. He went in the direction of the kitchen. The smell wasn't that much in there; he looked in the sink and was happy he didn't see any leftover dishes or plates in there. He returned to the living room, stood there for a moment, still sniffing the air, trying to figure where the incense smell was coming from. He went in the direction of the bedroom and opened the door. 

There was the glass bowl of incense burning on his table, but it wasn't in that direction his eyes went instead to the sight of his neighbour's wife, Erica, who lay on his bed reading one of his books she'd gotten from his library shelf. She looked up as he walked into his bedroom and smiled and threw his book aside. 

"Hiya, Thad," said Erica. "I was wondering when you were going to show up." She came down from the bed and approached him, coming to wrap her arms around his neck. She was wearing a summer t-shirt and shorts and right away started grinding her body against his. "I've been lonely upstairs and dying for when you'd return home." 

"Damn it, Erica," he groaned, fighting to remove her arms from around his neck. "The fuck are you doing in here? How the hell did you get in here?"

She reached inside a pocket of her shorts and unearthed a key, smiling at him. "Silly of you to forget you gave me one of these some months back. I'm glad I finally got to put it to use anyway."

Thad closed the bedroom door behind him and took off his hat. "How long have you been in here?"

"Not that long. I tried calling you yesterday but your line never went through. This is even the second time I'm stopping by here. Where have you been all this while?"

"None of your business. But if you must know, I've been out. And that's what you ought to be doing right now before Artie gets back home." Thaddeus grabbed her hand, wanting to lead her out of his bedroom and from there out of his apartment. He opened the door but Erica pulled her arm off his.

"It seems like you're reneging on our agreement here, Thad. Remember what you promised me last time we fucked here in your room, on your bed? Do you remember, or do you need me to remind you?"

Thad sighed in defeat. "I remember everything, Erica. But not in this type of situation."

She slinked towards him like a cat with feline grace. Her hands went to her t-shirt and as she came closer to him she uprooted it from over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her hands wrapped around her tits and she muttered a moan as her fingers rubbed her nipples to apparent hardness. She pouted her lips at him, looking like a sad little girl.

"I've been keeping this body all for you since yesterday, and you're going to send me away just like that. Why daddy, don't you know how much I've been missing you?"

Thaddeus brought his hand to cup one of her tits as she pressed her body against his, bringing up her knee to his crotch. Thad's other hand went behind to grab her ass, sliding his fingers into the crack lining of her shorts.

"Artie won't be back till late evening, right?" her hands were helping him out of his jacket. "He told he's got double shift today, and also that he might be stopping to have a beer or two with the fellas. So you and I have got plenty of time to explore. And I'm not going to be disappointed."

Thaddeus now was fighting to be out of his clothes. He threw his jacket aside and was struggling with Erica to undo the buttons of his shirt while at the same time grappling with her kisses. He kicked his shoes off his feet and when he was done with his shirt, Erica came to her knees and unzipped his fly and reached in for the bulging prize pressing against his pants. Thaddeus moaned as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock and freed it from within, stroking pre-cum juice off the swollen head. Thad meanwhile unbuttoned the waistband of his pants and let it fall to his ankles to give her better room at what she held in her hand. She licked his pre-cum off before sucking on the head of his cock and just like that opened her mouth more to take him all the way. 

"Ahh shit!" Thad sucked air through his teeth as the feel of Erica's succulent lips punishing his cock to full erection for her. He bent over her backside and grasped her ass cheeks from behind her shorts. Erica kept on bobbing her head with frantic fury back and forth on his prick. She stroked his shaft and licked her tongue over the apparent veins that supplied blood to its swollen head then nibbled her tongue over it before swallowing it once again. She was having herself a good time and wasn't afraid to show it.

"Oh boy, I've really missed this black cock of yours so much!" she muttered as she continued sucking him. "Can you imagine," she continued amidst licking his prick, "lying on your all afternoon, waiting for you to show."

"I'll bet you've been playing with yourself since then," Thad responded.

"Oh, you just don't know how much."

"All right then. I think it's time you showed it to me." 

He grabbed her hand off his shaft and roughly pulled her up to her feet. He freed his feet from his pants, keeping only his socks, and pushed her towards the bed. He threw her on it and his hands went to her shorts and within a few seconds he'd undid the buttons and pulled it off her legs. Her pussy looked inviting to him; she observed that she had shaved her coochie too. One hand on his cock, stroking it to remain erect, he attacked her pussy with his tongue and lips. Erica rested her legs over his shoulder and muttered sounds and cries of ecstasy as his tongue slipped into her virgina. Her pelvis rocked up and down, her hands pressed down on his head to keep at what he was doing. 

Thaddeus rested on his elbows and punctured her ripe pussy with his fingers while his lips locked on her clit. He nibbled on the tiny knob with his tongue, sending shards and lewd cries escaping her lips. Erica beat her feet and her hands on the bed. She squirmed ever which way, wanting to draw away from him but unable to as Thaddeus had her pinned down. She saw constellation of stars as the work of his tongue brought her crashing to earth in a splitting climax. Still he kept his lips transfixed on her pussy even as her cum juice sprayed all over his face. 

When finally he let go of her, Erica had achieved a second orgasm and was rubbing her cunt feverishly, moaning at the same time while she crossed her legs over her hands. Thaddeus came forward on the bed, his hands forced her legs open even as she was still gasping from the after-effect of the bout of climax he'd wrought upon her. She struggled to tell him no, but Thad wasn't listening to her plea. His cock sighted and smelled her pussy and like a blind bat aiming for a prey, the head of his cock found the entrance to her pussy and all it took was a slight thrust to achieve penetration. Thaddeus grinned at her maliciously and held his breath as inch after inch of his cock slipped inside her. Erica looked at him with an amazed glare in her eyes. Air caught in her throat a second before it whooshed out of her like air being released out of a balloon as she felt his cock go deeper and deeper inside her. 

Thaddeus muttered a groan. Her pussy's muscles gripped his cock like they wanted to squeeze the life out of him. He slowed his pace and allowed her pussy to get used to his girth before pushing further into her. Erica moaned repeatedly from his actions. Thaddeus now rested on top of her, his hands slipped down under her backside to grasp her ass cheeks while she pressed down on his waistline, forcing more of him inside her. Her legs came in a knot over his backside. Thad rotated his pelvis, pulling back his cock and then drove it back inside her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks and his cock now gained full entrance into her cunt with her juice milking the path for him. He pistoned his cock sharply inside her, pounding her pussy with as much vigour he could muster. Erica bounced her hips back at him and cried in tandem from the fucking he gave her.

"Oh, that cock's so fucking good. Give it to me from behind!" she suggested a moment later. "I want to feel you fuck me from behind."

Thaddeus pulled off from her and turned her over, gave her ass cheek a slap as she presented him with her buttocks. She grabbed his pillows and shoved them under her and tensed herself as she felt the head of his cock slip into her. She sighed as further and further his cock began slamming into her hard. The bed shook from their combined activity. Thaddeus fucked Erica hard, slapping her ass cheeks till they turned red. Each time his cock went into her, she pushed her buttocks back at him. Her pussy was by now so wet that his shaft slid into her with ease each time he thrust back into her cavity. She lowered her head on the bed but Thad grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face up, listened to her squeals while he kept on giving her more and more of his black powered dick.

The sound of her cries filled the room. His heart was racing but still his rhythm never seemed to slow down. He was teaching her pussy a lesson. He rested on top of her and calmed down for a little bit, panting just as she was too, though still feeling her slam her ass back at him. She urged him onward for more. Thad raised himself up from her and resumed fucking her just the way she wanted him to. Her ass cheeks bounced back and forth towards him. Erica pulled herself up and Thad wrapped his arms around her and kept on driving his shaft in and out of her till he perceived the moment they'd both been expecting start its onslaught. Thaddeus groaned—he felt as if his balls were about to explode. He pulled out of her in time and Erica fell forward on the bed. Thad inched forward on top of her, holding his cock in his hand, and grunted aloud as the first jet-stream of his semen shot out of the swollen head of his prick and splattered like milk drops over her buttocks. He off-loaded more and more semen spurt over her backside till all that remained where little droplets oozing out of his deflated cock. 

He fell to the side of the bed, breathing heavy and sweating from the sex exercise. Erica inched towards him. Thad rubbed his semen all over her backside, coating her further with it. 

"There," he muttered. "Now you're my type of bitch."

She couldn't help but laugh.

Minutes later she asked him: "Where were you yesterday anyway?" 

"I was helping out a client get some stuff together."

"Male or female client?"

"What do you care?"

"I don't really. Except I don't want any woman stealing you from me too soon." 

"Keep talking like that, and it just might happen."

"Was it the same woman you left the club with that other night?"

He turned to look at her. "I never saw you there," he said.

"You didn't 'cause we were all wearing masks, remember. I was one of the usherettes. I knew it was you the moment I saw you. I went around looking for your room but couldn't locate which one you were in. Either way, I know you must have been quite busy that night."

"Oh yeah, and why would you say that?"

She rubbed her palm over his chest. "Because I'm not the only one who sees something in you." She fell silent for a while, then: "You know, Thad, you ought to start thinking about settling down. Hasn't the thought ever crossed your mind?"

"Time and time it has. I just haven't met the perfect woman yet."

"There's no such thing as perfection," she said. "That I'm certain of. Look at me and Artie. He's the very opposite of the type of man I ever thought of settling down with, yet I'm married to him."

"But do you enjoy fucking him?"

She paused while she considered this question. "Well ... Artie is sweet. He's got a good tongue, and sometimes—most times—he makes me cum with his tongue than he does with his cock. He's not as strong as you, as masculine as you. Of that I'm grateful I have you."

"You're grateful now, but you won't be anymore once I get married. You know that, don't you?"

"No." She came and laid her head on his chest, caressing his other arm. "You'll still be fucking me. You and I, we'll make out time to meet some other place and you'll fuck me all afternoon."

"I doubt it. What if I marry a white woman who's just a nympho like you? I doubt she'd want to let me off her sight."

"She won't be with you all the time. We can always meet during your lunch break." She looked up at him. "Are you thinking of marrying a white woman? I thought black men all preferred the same black women."

"I wouldn't know, Erica. Lots of brothers out there getting hitched. I'm just not one of them yet."

**********

They fell asleep. Thad didn't know when it happened. They had made love a second time and this time he had ejaculated inside her mouth and she had sucked him clean, then they'd fallen on the bed and when his eyes came awake, it was growing dark outside the windows and Erica lay half over his body. Her breathing brought goosebumbs on his flesh.

There weren't alone in the room. Someone stood at the foot of the bed staring down at them. For how long he had been standing there Thaddeus didn't know and he cursed himself when later he remembered that he'd forgotten to lock his front door. He stared back at the intruder in his apartment, his words felt choked in his throat.

"Thad," the intruder said to him, staring at him with a glum expression in his eyes. There was no emotion in his voice. His voice was as expressionless as wall paint.

"Hello, Artie," Thaddeus replied.

************

Had he known how his day would turn out to be, he never would have left home.

Artie spent a lot of waking hours cursing himself for never ever been lucky all his life to blessed with a genius that would propel him towards raking in the sort of money he'd always dreamed to make. The sort of money a lot of baby boomers of his generation were right now making in Wall Street or whatever endeavour of business they might be into. By Jove, he too ought to be in the same league with them. Instead he was working two pairs of jobs, one as a night-time college caretaker and the other as a part-time barman. He much preferred the bar job than he would the caretaking. He got a lot more tips with the latter than he did with the former. The only good thing he gleamed from the caretaking job was the lengthy quiet time it afforded him, after he'd done his rounds going around the school premises to make sure no door had been left unlocked and that no vagrant was sneaking into the compound for shelter or something to steal—such had happened numerous times—he stayed indoors in his cubicle room/office near the main gate with his portable typewriter waiting for him inside and kept on with his writing. For years Artie had been working on the idea for a novel. He laboured over it from morning till next; Erica never ceased to chide him about his obsession and of how it was putting a wedge between them. Artie often snorted at this ridiculous statement. If there was one thing that was putting a wedge between them it was the amount of time she spent working at that stupid private club. 

Unfortunately for Artie he depended much on Erica's earnings from the club as it was basically what sustained them, at least until he got to be making the big bucks that he'd always talked about back when they'd first hooked up in Vegas. 

On that Saturday evening, he was meant to work at the bar which was to carry him from early in the evening till late. But instead he'd found the bar boarded up with a different crowd than the will, rambunctious college kids that poured into the bar regularly, itching for cigarettes and alcohol. The owner had called him aside and told him a group of local financers were making use of the bar for the evening and that his services wouldn't be needed today. He had however given him his day's wages and told him to report back tomorrow. There was no use him heading down to the college as he knew someone else would be at work there. He went to another bar and downed a few glasses before deciding to return home and maybe see about working on a page or two of his unfinished masterpiece.


The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 01



Arriving home, he met no one inside. He saw his typewriter waiting dutifully for him but he was too drunk and tired to think of writing. He went into the kitchen and drank a full glass of water, then recalling that he'd seen Thad's car parked behind his window figured he should go kill some time with him. He'd trooped downstairs and knocked on the door but no one came to answer. He tried the door handle and it gave way in his hand. He entered the house and called out Thad's name but still no answer. Curiosity got the better of him, as he didn't feel like returning to his apartment upstairs in defeat, he went in the direction of the bedroom and heard the sound of fucking going on in there. He stood there with his ear against the door listening to the sound of the woman moaning from within along with the man's heavy breathing. He heard the woman whimper out Thaddeus's name in the midst of the fucking.

Artie felt suddenly sad as he eavesdropped on them. It was getting onto two weeks since last time he fucked Erica. His depression was starting to creep on him he could barely carry an erection anymore, and she too noticed it. The last time they'd tried two days ago it had ended in failure with her cursing him out of bed. 

Artie remained where he was, listening to the sound of sex coming from the bedroom until the sound died finally. He went away and went and stood outside for what seemed like a long time before returning inside, this time pushing the bedroom door open and inch and peaking inside. There was Thaddeus lying on the bed with the woman he'd been fucking lying half on top of him. He thought she looked kind of familiar to him and it wasn't until he pushed the door further open and stepped into the room that his mouth fell open with dazed surprise as he recognised his Erica lying naked on their neighbour's bed. Artie stood there at the foot of the bed looking down at their sleeping form. A myriad of reactions swirled in his head, but maybe it was the alcohol that prevented him from doing anything. 

Everything about him was just listless. Even when Thad's eyes opened and they said hello to each other.

************

Artie murmured something under his breath but Thad couldn't capture what it was. He turned around, his shoulders stooped downward, and as quietly as he'd appeared, he walked out of the room. Thaddeus lay there for a couple of seconds then got up from the bed, startling Erica from her sleep. He rushed to his doorway and saw Artie in time walk out his apartment door.

Erica yawned, her eyes appeared sleepy. "Hey there, what gives? Don't tell me you need to rush somewhere."

"No, I don't," Thad said to her before picking up their clothes from the floor. He separated hers and threw them at her. "But you need to head on home and right now before something bad happens."

"Come on, what're you talking about? We've got all evening, don't we?"

"Artie was in here less than a minute ago. He just left."

The amazed look on Erica's face was one he would never forget. "Oops," she muttered.

"Yeah," he responded and quickly began putting on his own clothes. "Real Oops. You'd better go talk to him before he returns with a meat cleaver or something."



The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 02



Thaddeus was in his car a half hour later cruising along Washington Boulevard. He had one arm thrown across the passenger seat while he steered with one hand. Lying on the backseat was a knapsack in which he'd thrown a few items: clothes to wear for tomorrow along with shoes. A pouch bag that contained his toiletries; other house clothes to wear; three jazz audio CDs, and a Stephen King novel. He didn't have to worry about his gun—he had the 45. automatic in the glove box. All that was left now was where to lay his head for the night. He wouldn't mind searching for a motel, but that seemed kind of cheap to him. He would lack company if he went to a motel, and right now company was uppermost on his mind. 

He was unsure what Artie's reaction might be now that he and Erica have been caught. All those early warnings he'd taken with her in the past now was for nothing anymore. The way Artie left his apartment was most unsettling. It was better when a man was emotional than when a man kept his cool; he never know what he might be coming at you with. Which was why he wasn't taken any chances of remaining at his pad for now. Erica had jumped back into her clothes, mumbled 'later', to him then scampered after her husband. While he packed, he'd overheard their screaming and shouting coming from their window. It would only be a matter of time before much of that spilled over towards him and such was the last thing he wanted to be a part of. It was bad enough that he was fucking his neighbour's wife, but even worse that he got caught in the act. Besides, Artie was kind of like a friend to him. Or was he really? Sure, he was an amusing fellow to be with, though more of an aggravating one at times ... still, he wasn't going to sit at home and wait for him to go find himself a shot gun and come use it at him. Hell no, he needed to bail out of his apartment maybe for a day or two till whenever he figured things might have quieted down. He would give Erica a call tomorrow to see how well things are going.

Pimp Zee.

Yes, his was the sort of company he needed tonight. Better staying with a homie than anyone else. Plus, he's got an accommodating pad too. Thaddeus checked the street he was in and as he approached the upcoming junction he turned on his traffic lights and took a right, heading in the direction of Frisco Beach. He took out his phone and dialled his number.

"Yo, yo, my brother!" Pimp Zee screeched in his ear when he picked his call. "What's happening, m' man?"

"All kinds of shit is what's happening, Zeke. I'm in some type of situation and need a place to lay low for a night or two. You think you can hook me up?"

"Most def I can hook you up anytime," replied his friend.

"I'm heading down your spot right now. Hope your ass is at home."

"I was going to go cool off at the club tonight, but since you called ... how far are you right now?"

Thad drove into another street. He scanned the numerous billboards and building signs he drove past till he found what he was looking for. 

"Right now I'm on Ellis Avenue," he said. "I'm still a bit farther from your end, but I'll be there in the next ten or fifteen minutes." "No problem. I'll be waiting for you."

Thaddeus hung up his phone and continued with his driving. He was five minutes from reaching his friend's neighbourhood when his phone rang. At first he feared the call might be coming from Erica, or worse, Artie. He couldn't recognise the number showing on his screen, but his mood lightened after he'd said hello into the mouthpiece as he recognised the voice at the other end.

"Hi, Thad," a woman's voice said to him.

"Hello, Constance, my darling," he smiled while he drove. "How're you doing, girl?"

"I'm doing fine. We haven't arrived yet, but I thought I should call you to let you know we'll be arriving there in the next couple of hours."

"That's lovely. What about Johnny? How's he doing?"

"He's sleeping it off right now. He's been watching movies since we took off. I'm missing you so much over here."

"I know, that's the same with me too. I'm missing you down here, and I can't touch you right now."

"A good thing you can hear me, right?"

"Yes, that's great about technology these days. Pretty soon, they're going to come up with an invention that'll enable two people to fuck each other even when they're miles away."

Constance tore herself up with laughter. "You're so wonderfully crazy. Now you know why I wished you'd come with us."

"Hey, let's not start now, okay. You go to Paris and spend some lovely time with your kid?"

"I hope you're doing fine over there without me."

"You know me, babe. I'm a resourceful type of guy."

She laughed at this. "Just sitting here talking about you, much of what I've got in mind to say are awful nasty thoughts. I'm afraid if I mention them to you someone else might listen in." Her voice adopted a conspiring tone. "You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

"Has it got anything to do with me using my dick and fucking you with it and making you cum loud?" She laughed. "Exactly that."

"You're such a nasty white girl. And here was me thinking you weren't like that."

"I couldn't help it, darling. You're such an animal in bed. You've got me having wild jungle type of nightmares since."

"Don't worry. Maybe next time I get you in my arms, I'm going to unleash the devil that's in you."

"I can't wait for that to happen."

They soon said goodbye to each other then hung up. Thaddeus already was sporting an erection from all the talking they'd had.

Thaddeus soon arrived at his friend's pad which was a condominium affair at the south-west end that was Frisco Beach. It was a sort of getaway for wealthy or upper-class folks who'd lavished the setting with expensive beach resorts, polo clubs and holiday homes. How his friend Zeke was able to afford such a pad in such high standing was beyond Thad's imagination. It wasn't the sort of area in the city where you'd get to find a lot of black folks able to afford homes. The real-estate prices in such neighbourhood almost always went one way—up and up, seldom coming down. The pimping business was surely looking lucrative for him. But then again, Zeke always had high standards when it came to living. Even back when they were kids growing up, Zeke could act like a rap star even though he could barely rhyme a note.

Pimp Zee's pad was a white impressive structure resting on stilts with its back against a rocky outcropping. The house was ablaze with lights and as he drove round towards the back of the house where the rock structure was, he spied two other cars there alongside his friend's jeep. Thaddeus honked his horn before pulling behind a black Corolla then switching off his engine. He reached behind for the knapsack bag and exited the car. The building had a pathway that encircled it from the back to the front and around to the back again. Thaddeus followed this path, passed the glass windows that showed light coming from behind them but with thick curtains that barely revealed anything behind them. Thad could only make out shadows behind the curtains and nothing else. His friend was waiting for him at the front door. Zeke Darren, also known as Pimp Zee, hugged his best friend and welcomed him into his pad. He was wearing an open vest and cotton pants. 

"Was thinking for a minute that you'd gotten lost," Zeke teased him as they stepped into his living room. "You know you look different when out of your work clothes. Sometimes I get to think you sleep in your suites even when you're home."

"Fuck you," was Thad's reply. His laughter died in his mouth when he admired the company his friend was having for the evening.

Everything about Zee's living room was in white just like with the house. The furniture was white and so was the rug. There were three women in the living room, one of them, a young, hot-looking redhead looking like the world's sluttiest cheerleader babe in a Superman t-shirt and jeans was dancing to the music coming from the stereo system. She had college written all over her. Her tits bounced and jigged along with her movements as she moved and snapped her hips to the music. One of the other girls, a sandy-blonde that looked to be the same age range as the one dancing, sat watching her and cheering her on. The blonde wore a tank top and jeans. She had a slimmer face unlike her friend whose face was full and round, and unlike her friend, she was less voluptuous than her. The other woman with them was far older, between her late thirties and early forties, and had a thick hair which was red as well. She was watching a program on Zee's massive TV screen and sipping wine from a glass in her hand but her eyes kept returning to the dancing girl in the room, frowning at her. It wasn't hard for Thad to note the resemblance between both of them and estimated that this was a mother and daughter thing. His friend clarified it when he pulled him further into the room and all three women turned to look at him as he made the introductions.

"Thad, I want you to meet Kayla," he introduced the Superman t-shirt girl who gave him a coquettish grin and said hi to him. He introduced her friend as Alice, and for the older woman, her name was Sylvia. She was wearing a black dress with the front cut out to reveal a well-packed cleavage. She raised her hand to him and Thaddeus took it and kissed the back side. It made her smile; he noted the glint of her wedding ring. Zee left him with Sylvia while he took a seat next to Alice and spoke with her. 

"Pleasure meeting you," said Thad. He was impressed by the woman's beauty which was a reflection of her daughter's. She looked a lot like Jane Fonda except for the redness of her hair. 

"Zee never told me he had handsome friends such as yourself," she said. Thaddeus saw a similar flirting smile light up her face just like the one on her daughter's. 

"I'm just one of his better ones," replied Thad, taken by her smile.

"Hey, Thad," Kayla butted uninvited into their conversation. Her hands pressed Thad's arms inside his shirt, feeling his biceps. "I love your muscles. Do you have any tattoos on them?"

Thaddeus caught the sharp look that came on her mother's eyes as Kayla kept talking and smiling at him. If those eyes could talk, Thad knew they would shed daggers on her daughter's backside. Either Kayla noticed her mom's seething presence of simply didn't care, in which case, mother and daughter had boyfriend issues. 

"No, I don't have any tattoos," said Thad. "I've never had need for them."

"Ohh, that's just too bad," she cooed, still caressing his arm. "I'll bet you'd look good with an eagle or something on your arm. I've got several on my body." She raised the bottom of her t-shirt and showed Thad a petal of rose etched beneath her navel that travelled downward to her crotch. "I'll show you the rest if you've got time later on," she murmured.

"Yeah, I'll bet they bring out your beauty too."

"They certainly do," she grinned at this.

Her mother had returned to her seat turning her eyes from them. Thaddeus never once knew that Zeke was into pimping mothers and daughters now. He certainly was stepping up his game. And that he was still running it as a one-man operation was surprising. 

Thad excused his friend from the women and taking along his knapsack, Zee led him to one of the two spare bedrooms in his pad. 

"What's the story with the mom and daughter thing?" Thad threw the question at him as he threw his bag on the bed, unzipped it and began taking his stuff out. "I never knew you had taken things that far?"

"Don't go hating the player, Thad. I wasn't the one that found them, if that's what you're getting at. They found me through my website. Or rather, the old lady got to me first, and the first time I was testing her pussy out, her little girl followed us without either of us knowing. She followed me down here and—dig this—the bitch threatened me to pimp her out just like I was about doing to her mom. I kicked the bitch out my door, but she kept hanging around."

"You tested her pussy out yet?"

"Nah. I was going to do it tonight, though didn't know she'd be bringing along a friend. That's why I'm happy you called saying you were coming over. You see the way she's got her eyes all over you? I'll bet she wants what you've got."

"I wouldn't know about that. I'm not that used to screwing college sluts. I thought that was your specialty."

"You're going to have to do me the honours on this one tonight, brother. Besides, I've been trying to get rid of her since her mom showed up but don't know how. I was going to take them out to that new club that's on 18th and Crenshaw. Booty, it's called."

"Which of them is driving the Corolla?"

"It's Kayla, she came along with her friend. So, Thad, are you game for her?"

Thad thought for a moment then shrugged. "Looks like I don't have a choice. Better being elsewhere than being back at my place for now."

"What? You running from something?"

"More like running from someone, but it's no big deal. At least I hope it ain't."

"With you I hope it ain't. But it's good you leaving your work for once. It's been a while since you and I stepped out in town."

Thaddeus stowed his items away before returning with his friend to the living room. Zee went to his bedroom to change. Thad sat across from Sylvia who sat fidgeting with her wine glass, cutting glances his way. Kayla and Alice were busy rapping with each other, sniggering. A while later they came over to where he sat and were fawning over him. Thad was never used to being around college girls and felt a little embarrassed the way Kayla chatted with him while her mom watched them, her lips turned downward looking grim.

Zee was still wearing his vest but now had on a t-shirt and was looking good to go. "All right, you ladies all set? Let's hit the road."

Thaddeus and Zee followed behind the women, turning off the lights and locking the doors before going around to the back. Thaddeus opted to ride shotgun with Kayla while his friend took Sylvia and Alicia in his jeep. They started their engines and rolled out of the driveway with Pimp Zee in the lead. Kayla kept smiling at Thad while she drove. She was jittery with excitement and she barely kept her hands on the wheel. All the time her hand landed on Thaddeus's thigh. 

"How big is your cock?" she shot the question at him, smiling like it was like any ordinary question. Thad felt his prick kick to attention inside his jeans as he started at her shocked at her blatant candour. It had been a long time since he met anyone speak to him in such manner. He wondered if such was how college girls talked these days, like they couldn't wait to get to know a brother before he fucked them. If such was true, then he was far back with the times and needed to redress himself to the present and fast before they regarded him as a fossil.

"My cock's big enough," he responded, smiling back at her. "You want to take a look at it?"

She looked at him as if wanting to know if he was serious. "Yeah, I dare you to whip it out for me."

"Be careful of what you wish for." Thaddeus undid his belt buckle and the top buttons of his jeans and reached into the dark recess of his crotch and pulled out his cock for her to see. Kayla turned on the car's inner light and her eyes expanded in their sockets and so too did her lips when she caught sight of his giant manpower. Thaddeus had his meat in his hand and waved it around like a cowboy working a lasso. "Does this answer your question?"

"More than enough," she gasped, her eyes would return to her driving and then back to his cock. She didn't wait for him to tell her what to do. Her hand reached for his cock and took it from his hand. Her fingers barely touched each other as they wrapped around his shaft. She stroked pre-cum off the tiny slit on the swollen head of his prick. Thaddeus sat back in his chair and enjoyed the fell of her hand. More blood pumped into his cock, loving the warm touch of her hand. He reached a hand to the crotch of her jeans and pressed against the fabric.

"You getting any wet in there?"

"Oh yeah," she said while still stroking his cock. "I've never made love to a black person before. Back in school, I heard so many rumours about black men having the type of pricks a girl would die for."

"The night is still young for you to find out," he said, taking back his cock and locking it away inside his jeans. Down boy, he whispered to his prick. You'll get your chance soon. The night is still young.

***************

Club Booty it was called and from a mile away they could see a long line of people waiting to get inside. They found themselves parking spaces inside a chain-linked garage beside the club, passed several couples leaning against other parked vehicles necking and fondling each other while they went in the direction of the club. Kayla hooked her arm around Thad's while Zee marched on with her mom Sylvia and her best friend Alice around his. Both women rolled their asses as they walked. Zee couldn't resist tapping them. He came up to one of the club's bouncers manning the club's front doors and they exchanged greetings then let him and his group inside.

They walked into a narrow dark corridor from which they could hear the persistent music that was coming from within. Another bouncer manned the end of the corridor and held the door open for them and like that they stepped into the heart of the club.

Hardcore rap music assaulted their eardrum while pulsing kaleidoscopic lights of dynamic colours roamed from the high ceiling down on the crowd dancing everywhere. The lights seem to rain down in accordance with the music that was playing. The interior of the club was dark and hot and intoxicating. They were scantily dressed females everywhere, some dancing with a partner and others merely hanging about watching the crowd. Thaddeus led Sylvia while his friend walked ahead with the girls in his arms leading the way towards the far end of the club where they were a string of booths to sit comfortably in. They had to push through the suffocating crowd till they got there and quickly settled themselves at an empty table just as a couple got up from it. Pimp Zee lit a cigarette and shared his pack with Alice and Kayla; this didn't sit well with Sylvia who could do nothing except glower at her daughter's actions and could only keep mute about it. Thad didn't wish to get involved in whatever mother and daughter rivalry that was going on between them. All he wanted was to enjoy his evening and see about getting some company for his dick before the night was over. 

They each had to yell at each other to be overheard over the loud music booming around them. Zee and Thad excused themselves and went to fetch the drinks, taking the women's orders before heading in the direction of the bar. The bar was shaped like a horseshoe with a large glass window staring back at the club before the attendants. Lots of people stood leaning against the counter, nearly all of them talking and hollering at the same time. They waited some minutes before one of the bar girls got to fixing their drinks. They returned to their booth with their hands laden with glasses, Thad sat next to Kayla who was running her hand over his thigh while Zee sat in her mom and friend's midst and together they made a toast and drank to their health. 

Time seemed not to move all the while they were in the club, but actually it did. The women felt like dancing and Zee and Thad had to take turns with their individual partners least some guys came and took over their booth. Thaddeus danced with Kayla who couldn't stop running her hands over his arms and shoulders while their bodies pressed against each other while they struggled for space amidst the crowd bumping around them. Later they returned to the booth and gushed over their experience. A while later, Sylvia, who'd been the quiet one since they arrived in the club pushed herself off the booth and gave her hand to Thad.




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 02



"I would like to have my dance now if you're still free," she had to lean closer to his face to yell into his ear before her heard clearly what she said.

Thaddeus didn't look at Kayla to know what her reaction might be and in a way didn't care. He usually didn't enjoy chasing after girls still under twenty-five. They tend to want too much of your time and need a lot of pampering to get in line. With older women, they were quick at reading signals and didn't usually waste time with words. Married women too were the same. They want a man who would give them a good time: take them out, treat them fine, and then fuck their brains out and when done, send their asses back to their husbands to pamper. Almost always it fell in that line of order for Thad. He too was seldom one who deviated from the manner with which he treated women. He could be gentle and nice when he wanted to, and rough and dominating when he so desired. 

He wasn't going to turn down the older woman's offer. He took her hand and led her towards the dance floor where lots of young nubile bodies were busy bumping to the music. Sylvia's dancing seemed a little awkward to him. She wasn't used to this sort of music; her body seemed to rally against her will. Thad held her in his arms as if they were doing a tango and forced her body to move with his. Gradually she responded and started enjoying herself. She was smiling at first but as they progressed, her body letting loose, she was laughing with abandon at him. Thaddeus inhaled her musky perfume and body sweat. Her bosom pressed against his chest. He slid down to his knees, shaking his waistline as he pulled himself back to his feet, trailing his hands up her legs as he came back up till they were cupping her buttocks. Sylvia didn't seem to want to let go of him. She reached a hand downward and felt his erection trying to come alive inside his jeans.

The song came to an end and they returned to the booth, neither exchanged a necessary word with each other. After a third round of drinks they decided to call it a night. It was with aplomb that Thad stepped out of the club's doors and breathed natural air once again. He was never too keen about night clubbing like his friend was and usually preferred a bar life compared to it.

They walked back to the garage. Kayla pulled her friend to a corner and exchanged a couple of words with her before returning to them. Pimp Zee would drop off her mom and Alice while she and Thad would head in a different direction. Sylvia and Thaddeus muttered good night to each other before entering their separate vehicles. Zee waved goodnight to them as they drove off, taking a different route from theirs.

"I thought we'd go to my place," Kayla said to him, smiling. "I want you alone to ourselves and not have others trying to butt in."

Thad reckoned by that she meant her mom. He said nothing about it. "I like it that way. Hope you don't have any dogs around though."

"No, but I've got a kitten. Hope you aren't allergic to cats?"

"Never thought I was. Only thing I'm allergic to is women with bad hair."

She looked at him seriously for a moment, then seeing the whimsical look on his face, she burst out laughing. 

***************

She lived in a rooming apartment on Avalon Avenue, close to the U, which she shared with her friend Alice. The school wasn't in session, thus a majority of the college population residing in the building had vacated the premises and returned for the holidays. There were few of them perambulating about when Kayla drove into the compound's parking lot. A lot of trees dotted the surrounding area. Thad allowed her to lead the way into the building and up the stairs. The outline of her buttocks pressed against her jeans and Thad grew hard just watching her bound up the stairs. He really ought to get himself involved in more college pussies from now on, he thought to himself. They got to the second floor where she unlocked their apartment door and stepped inside. 

A Cheshire cat came out of nowhere in the living room and curled its body against Thad's ankle, nearly making him jump. Kayla picked up the cat and introduced him to her second favourite companion, Elsa. Thad took the cat from her hands, gave its thick hair a soft pat before dropping her back on the ground. Kayla took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. 

She opened the door and took him to her own bed while that of her friend was across the room from hers. The head of her bed was decorated with numerous teddy bears. Thad turned her around and planted his lips on hers. Kayla responded to his kiss and gave it back to him aggressively. Her arms came around his neck at first, then came down fighting to pull his shirt off from his head. Thad helped her out and removed his shirt before attending to hers. He removed her Superman t-shirt from her head and gasped as he took in the lovely sight of her large tits standing thick behind her bra. Their lips returned locked to each other's while his hands went behind her back and undid the clapse of her bra with just a flick of his fingers. Thaddeus nearly ripped her bra off her chest as he pulled her to his body and sank his mouth on her breasts. Kayla moaned against his ear as he fed on one tit after the other. 

Minutes later they fell to her bed. They scrambled to be free out of their jeans and then entangled each other on the bed. Thaddeus sat on the bed and lifted her up over his face, gumming his lips to the tanned spot that was her pussy. His eyes closed, his lips went to work on her cunt. His tongue slipped in and out of her pussy like a tortoise sticking its head in and out of its shell. Her hair fell repeatedly over her face and she kept sweeping it back, biting on her lower lip, trying to stifle the yearning cries of her moans as her body shook against the invading sensation of his tongue. She rested her hands on his powerful shoulders while he kept holding her onto him like an athlete struggling to balance a large brick in his arms and preventing it from falling. Kayla crossed one long pair of leg over his shoulder and ground her pussy against his face. When his arms became weak to hold her, Thaddeus returned her gently to the bed, but still held her legs apart and continued slurping his tongue in and out and around her pink wet dripping pussy, enamoured with the sensuous taste it gave him. Kayla whipped her head backwards and squealed repeatedly. Her body shuddered from the experience. Her cum juice splattered Thaddeus's face over and over. She was gasping when he pulled away from her minutes later. She was gasping so hard every word she uttered sounded gibberish to his ears.

"Come ... come here," she reached out for him, "I want to suck your cock."

"Do it next time," he growled as he inched between her legs, his body dwarfing hers. "I want to own this college pussy of yours right now."

Her pussy was so wet and stretched by his tongue that when he thrust his cock inside her, it went in smoothly. She grimaced and her hands went to his shoulders. She begged him to please be gentle. Thad barely heard her. His ears were closed to her cries as all what he felt was the encompassing warmth of her pussy rubbing against his prick. Thaddeus lowered himself on top of her and she brought her legs high, pushing up her pelvis towards him. 

"Awwhhhh shit! Oh daddy! Gimme all that cock!"

Thaddeus thrust further inside her till his balls were pressing against her entrance then pulled back out. Another wavering sigh escaped her lips. She swallowed a deep breath when he thrust back inside her, alternating his strokes from lengthy to short ones as further he expanded her cunt. Kayla looked down between her legs at the sight of his back prick slipping in and out of her. It felt incredible, totally out of this earth wonderful. 

His prick was now slipping inside her with ease, it was then Thaddeus gritted his teeth and began fucking her deep. Kayla was whipping her head side to side, her gasping came in scattered cries as Thad went on screwing her pussy without once letting up. It was like he wanted to teach her college cunt a lesson of never to play around a black cock if it didn't intend on getting fucked like he was doing right now. The sensation was delicious to him. 

He sat up on the bed and pulled her up to recline on him. They grounded their pelvis against each other, caressing each other's body while their lips clashed and their tongues slipped deep into their mouths. Kayla kept pushing her ass against his, grounding it down on his cock, the high notes of her cries soared and fell with momentum. He licked the river of sweat that poured down her neckline. She ran her hands frantically over his head. She was desperate for him to cum.

"Please ... please don't cum ... don't cum inside me," she moaned.

Thaddeus laid her back on the bed and hooked his arms under her thighs and went firing his cock harder and deeper into her cunt. Her pussy muscles felt relaxed as his shaft slid deep inside her. He felt his climax beginning to boil to the surface and groaned through his teeth, counting the seconds of its approach. Kayla couldn't stop thrashing under him, begging him to please cum. When the sensation got to a hair-trigger, Thad sat back once again and pulled out his shaft from inside her. His hand wrapped around his cock jerked it fast and he grunted aloud as stream of cum shot out of his cock and landed on the rose tattoo that decorated her lower abdomen down to her crotch. He went on firing more strings of his semen till it was over. He remained like that for a while, his chest heaving with his breathing, before finally falling to the bed. Kayla moved aside for him.

They lay beside each other quiet, lost to their individual thoughts, slowly getting their breathing back. The air in the room seemed hot and sticky and smelled of their sex and sweat. She reached a hand and scooped up some of his cum and brought it to her lips and licked it clean. 

"Hmm, your seed tastes like sugar," she said to him.

He thought of a comeback. "Good. For a second I thought you were going to say coffee. Next time I'll make sure you swallow it."

"I've never swallowed cum before. I wanted to with my ex-boyfriend, but never got the strength to do it. I was kind of shy about it."

"All what we just did, you don't seem like the shy type to me." 

"Maybe that's because it happened five months ago. We broke up, or rather, he broke up with me. Said I was too stiff for his liking."

"You still miss him?"

"I used to at first, but not anymore. I've moved on from the jerk. He was hitting on my friend, Alice, but she turned him down."

"So who's permanent in your life for now? A fine thing like yourself has got to be banging some other white boy around."

"I don't have anyone right now. But I sure wouldn't mind being your girl." She rested her head against his shoulder. "For a minute there I thought your cock was going to split me in half. It's been a long time since I got fucked like that."

"I'm glad to know you enjoyed it," he said, feeling proud with himself.

"How come you didn't want me to suck it? I love sucking cock." 

"I can tell. I wanted you to feel the dick first. There's always time for you to suck on it later. Where's your bathroom?"

He stood up from the bed. Kayla told him where the bathroom was, told him she would be here waiting for him. Thad left the room and went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower booth. He washed sweat off his body and when he was done, turned the shower off and stood there for much of the water to run off his body before stepping out booth. 

He didn't notice the shadow that appeared behind him, coming at him quietly with his hand raised above his head. It was when he got to the bedroom and looked inside, saw Kayla still lying there smiling at it. It was then that Thaddeus noticed the shadow of the dark man creeping up behind him, but it was too late for him to react. The dark man, whoever he was, swung his arm down towards him. There was a club in his hand and it landed on the back of Thad's skull. A light bulb exploded before his eyes plunging everything into near darkness.

He saw himself falling into the room. He thought he heard Kayla scream as his head fell against the floor, sending sparks of pain all through his body. He had an instant moment of seeing her scream at him but the picture went dim suddenly and next thing he knew, everything was cold dark.



The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 03



There was an irritating wetness against his face. His eyelids fluttered their shutters and forced his eyes open when he felt something hairy tickling his nostrils. He wrinkled his nose and pushed his head back and groaned when he saw it was Elsa licking his face with her tongue as if he were a bowl of ice cream. The cat meowed as he rolled over on his back. Thad groaned from the pain coming from the side of his head. It felt as if the Devil had laid eggs on that side of his skull and was stabbing at his brain with multiple pitchforks. Lying on his back, with the Cheshire trailing her fluffy tail over his arm, Thad brought a hand to the spot where the bastard, whoever he was, had clubbed him and moaned when he felt over the ripe bump that was growing there. His brain was still sending forth smoke signals and he knew he was going to get a splitting headache that'll probably last a long time as long as he wore that bump.

He remained like that with his back on the floor naked, his limp prick resting partly on his right thigh, listening to the quietness that was in the apartment; the only noise that sounded foreign came from outside the open window where a cool breeze blew back the curtains briefly. His sweat acted like glue between his flesh and the floorboard. Elsa purred as she slinked around him and returned to licking his face like a dutiful housecleaning feline. Thaddeus ruffled the cat with his hand. He was about pulling himself off the floor when he thought he noticed something far underneath Kayla's bed. He squinted his eyes and blinked a couple of times as if to assure himself he wasn't seeing double. Some type of doorway seemed opened on the floor under the middle section of the bed. He managed pulled himself off the floor, feeling the throb of the bump echoing like traffic signals in his head as first he sat up on the floor and rested. He turned to look around the room as if ascertaining that he was the only one there. Both beds were empty. 

He struggled to pick himself up, he rested his back against the far wall as he felt a slight wooziness come upon him as the pain in his head seemed to intensify for a minute. There was a pressing ache at the back of his shoulder where he'd landed on the floor. He looked at Kayla's bed as if thinking all that happened some minutes ago was nothing but a prank and she would materialise any second now. The bed sheet was half off the bed and also the head of one of her teddy bear had been ripped off. Thaddeus approached the bed and picked up the teddy bear's head while its body remained where it was on the floor. There had been a struggle between Kayla and whoever it was that had attacked him. His eyes scanned the room for any further clues but he was too numb and dazed he couldn't think or lay his eyes on anything out of the ordinary. 

Curiosity got the best of him as he grabbed the end of the bed and pushed it backward. The bed's stand dragged on the floor as he took a step and then another backward, pulling it along. The sound of the bed's feet dragging on the floor felt like someone scratching needles on glass surface inside his head; it made the bump on his head increase its throb. When he'd pulled the bed further enough, he went to check out the hole underneath. 

"The hell," he whispered to himself as he surveyed the square-shaped trap box that had been expertly cut out on the floor underneath Kayla's bed space. The lid of the box lay open and aside from a purple velvet cloth lying inside, it was empty. Thad picked up the cloth. It was actually a pouch bag, the sort of thing one would keep valuables inside. Whatever it had contained was long gone. He wondered if the bastard who had clubbed him had done the same thing he'd done—pushed back the bed and swore to himself when he found the box empty. At least he'd been a gentleman to push the bed back in place and made it look like nothing had happened here ... except not bothering to close back the lid as well as leaving Thad to lie unconscious. Thad took the velvet cloth but closed the lid and pushed the bed back into its former place. 

His eyes scanned the room, thinking what next to do. His eyes fell to the floor and he saw his clothes. He picked them up and dropped them on the bed and first wore on his jockey shorts and went in the direction of the bathroom. Inside, he admired his head bump on the medicine cabinet mirror. He was happy no bleeding had occurred—nothing that a couple of aspirins and a cold glass of water wouldn't cure. He washed his face in the sink and dried his face off with a towel. He looked inside the medicine cabinet and thanked his luck that there was a capsule of aspirins inside next to other medicinal stuff. He went into the kitchen—nothing in there seemed like out of place. He got himself a glass of water and downed a couple of aspirins and waited for the drugs to kick in before returning to the bedroom. Wearing back his clothes, content with the head bump's current throb, he tried to think his way through whatever had happened in the room since he was knocked out. He hadn't been wearing his watch then and hadn't bothered looking at the time thus there was no way he could tell how long he was out. The time on his watch told him it was 01:27 a.m. 

A reading table served as a divider between the girls' bed. On it sat a laptop, several reading books and a diary. Thaddeus wrapped a cloth around his hand for fear of prints and pulled out the drawers. He didn't know what he was searching for, if even he knew what it was when he saw it. Just like whatever the purple pouch bag had contained inside that safe in the floor. He simply felt like looking, taking snapshots with his eyes of the contents inside each drawer then closed it back. Inside the top drawer he unearthed a photo album belonging to Kayla. There were dozens of photos inside, majority of which included her in the midst of friends. He opted to take the album with him. He went about wiping his prints off the bed, looking about to see if he'd left anything that was his behind. He went into the bathroom and did the same cleaning in there before dumping the cloth in a hidden corner. He was about leaving when a meow sound came to him. He looked down and saw Kayla's cat rubbing her fur and tail against his ankle. It sat on its haunches, gazed up at him and meowed once more. He gave its head a rub.

"Sorry ol' boy," he said. "I can't take you with me." 

He turned to go, but the cat trailed behind him even as he got to the apartment door. Kayla had left the key in the door lock, but hadn't locked it. Whoever it was that snatched her away had sneaked inside unseen and unheard because of this. Elsa was busy sliding back on forth between his legs. Thaddeus gazed down at it. Against his better judgement, he scooped the feline into his arms, along with the photo album, and turned off the room's lights and closed the door behind him, turning the key in the lock and looking about as he and the cat strolled down the down the hallway and stairs and from the out of the building into the night. 

Thaddeus stood in front of the entrance to her apartment building with the cat cradled in his arm and a cold breeze blowing against him. The wind blew against the trees ruffling the leaves. Everywhere was dark; few cars were on the street. The atmosphere was eerie and unsettling. He walked away from the building, his eyes turning in every direction for passers-by. He wondered if anyone had seen him arrive with Kayla, and if by tomorrow she was declared missing would that someone have seen him up-close enough to give the cops a good facial description. If that happened, then his ass was cooked. The cops would just love to get at him with smiles on their faces. He dipped his hand into his pocket and felt for the velvet cloth that he'd put there; whatever it had contained, he would have to think it through later. 

The whole night seemed like a dream: visiting his friend, getting to know the lovely college girl with her friend and mom and then heading out to a night club, after which the two of them had returned here for some good fucking. Then getting clobbered by some stranger guy, then waking up with no Kayla to be found. Now here he was walking away from her apartment building like some burglar hurrying to flee the scene. He knew he hadn't smoked anything before this evening. If ever he had, then this was some weird trip he was having. The feel of the cat in his arm was enough clarification that it wasn't. Such wasn't exactly how he'd wished his weekend would be. First getting caught by his neighbour, and now fucking a young slut and getting knocked over on the head and the waking up and not finding anyone around him. Several cars drove past him, one or two were taxi but they were occupied. He kept on walking, though a few times he kept looking behind him as if expecting Kayla would materialise out of nowhere, laughing at him over the joke she just played him. That would be some weird joke if ever he'd been played like that before. There was the bump on his head—that was no joke. He kept picturing the momentary look on the man who had clubbed him before his eyes. The image stuck like glue to his head he doubt if ever it would leave him. Unfortunately the hallway was dimly lit and hard for him to make out anything regarding the intruder. He prayed that their paths crossed once again, on equal ground next time. He would do everything possible to break the sneaky bastard's nose off his face. 

He got to the end of the block and stood next to a street lamp. He ruffled the cat's neckline while it purred against his arm. Across the street from him was a 7-Eleven shop. Beside it, almost hidden from plain view was a police vehicle. No way was he going over to ask them for a lift. Now that would be a joke.

He looked up in time and spotted a lone taxi cruising past him. Thad waved at it and it drew to a stop a little further from him. He went to it and gave the driver his friend's address and got in the back seat as the cab then drove off. He placed the cat along with the album book on the seat next to him. Elsa came to rest on his thighs, fixed him with a pair of round innocent eyes and meowed.

***********

Thad was tired without really knowing it and had slipped into a doze by the time the taxi drove him into Frisco Beach. The cabbie tapped the glass divider and he grunted as he came awake. He directed the cabbie towards the house he was looking for. The outside lights of his house lit the surround compound like only a palace would. The taxi deposited him in front of Pimp Zee's pad and Thaddeus and the cat alighted from the cab and settled the fare. He lumbered up the driveway that lead through the back of his friend's house and came to a stop in his front door and knocked on it. Zee drew back the curtains of the nearest window and saw him then came over and opened the door for him. His friend was grinning at him as he entered, but the smile went away by the time Thad narrated to him what happened to him.

Zee came on his centre table questioning Thaddeus who sat slouched on a chair across from him, feeling his hand on his head bump. He'd let the cat down and staying to its true nature it disappeared from the room to wherever else. "What? What the fuck do you mean that she's gone?"

"You heard what I said, didn't you? Some bastard—I don't know who the fuck he was—hit me with some sort of club and then I passed out, for how long, I don't know. When I woke up, I was the only one in the apartment. She was fucking gone."

Zeke sat there staring at him dumb-founded. He got up, told Thad he would be right back, and went into the kitchen. He returned seconds later with two beers in his hand and passed one to his friend. They drank in silence while contemplating the eeriness of the news Thad had returned home with. 

"What happened between you and her mother and her friend, by the way?" Thaddeus enquired.

"Sylvia wasn't too happy anymore, and Alice too didn't want her around. She told me to drop her off back home and that was what I did. Her place isn't that far from where the club is at."

"What's their situation like compared to you?"

"Sort of upscale. Her old man's a financier to some development firm. As for the mom, she's a stay-at-home. Really sweet type of gal. her old man don't care much whatever she does with herself. Anyway, after dropping her off, Alice and I came back here and we've been doing it ever since. She's still sleeping right now. I just don't know how I'm going to break this news to her."

"Meanwhile I've got a bump on my head I don't know what to do with it."

"You taken anything for that?"

"Yeah, I popped some aspirins over at her place before I left. Didn't see any reason leaving the poor cat behind, so I brought him along."

Zeke got up and began looking everywhere for Elsa. "Yo, man, that cat better not shit in someplace it ain't supposed to. Why the fuck did you even bring the cat for, anyway?" he whined as he searched around for the feline. "I fucking hate cats."

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that before," Thaddeus mumbled as he rose to his feet. The pain in his shoulder sent a shock signal travelling down his spine and he nearly fell back on the chair had he not held onto it. "Yo, man, I don't think I'm going to be able to crash here anymore tonight. I don't want to be around when you break the news to Alice."

"The way you look, you sure you're going be able to drive? You might as well chill till tomorrow."

"Nah, men. I don't think—"

"Fuck whatever it is you're thinking," his friend came and blocked his path towards the door. "Ain't no way I'm letting you out here tonight. You ought to take a look at yourself right now. Go sleep it off, then maybe tomorrow you can haul your ass down to Canada for all I fucking care." 

Thad thought of it for a minute, then shook his head. "No wonder you were always a pain in the butt to be with," he smiled, then laughed. "All right, I'll crash here and then be off come morning. Maybe then I can think of something "

His friend walked him to his bedroom and told him goodnight. Thaddeus took off his shirt, holding back the groan that wanted to pour off his lips as he flexed his shoulders while he went on taking off his clothes till he was in his jockey shorts. He grabbed his cock inside his jockey shorts and gave it a gentle squeeze. Only an hour ago it had been swimming inside a college slut's warm pussy, now he thought he could hear it scream aloud its loneliness to him. 

The fuck we don got ourselves into, Thad boy?

He shook his head and looked out the window by the other side of the bed which faced the sandy shores of the beach. There was a spreading cloud of mist out there and even with the aid of the lights facing the beach, he could barely make out the waves of the ocean beating against the sand. He turned off the lights the slid under the thick blanket of the bed. Some minutes later there was a knock on his door then it came open. Yellow light from the corridor spilled into the room while his friend stood there cradling Elsa in his hand.

"I found this bitch invading my kitchen," he said. "Since it's you that brought her here, so she'll be with your ass till you leave." 

He dropped the cat in the room and closed the door behind it. Thaddeus switched on his bedside lamp and clapped his hands for Elsa to approach. Even without doing that, Elsa strutted towards the bed and with a deft motion sprang up on the bed and came on top on him. She lay on his chest, curling her tail around her hind legs, her body emitting that purring sound as if someone placed an electric shaver on top of his chest. Thaddeus patted her head and told her goodnight before turning off the bedside lamp.

*************

Thaddeus had himself a weird dream that night.

In the dream, he relieved everything he could remember that happened to him right before he got clobbered by Kayla's bedroom doorway. He'd finished having his bath and having dried himself, stepped out of the bathroom and went towards the bedroom where Kayla was waiting for him in slow motion. Once there, he stuck his head inside the room ... then something caught his attention and he turned to look halfway behind him. The bastard who'd clubbed him stood there in the dark of the corridor with his hand held high above his head about to swing it downward on him. By some miracle (this was a dream, after all), a light in the corridor came on that illuminated his attacker for him. To his utmost surprise, in place of a man's face resting on the attacker's shoulders, what he was instead was that of the cat, Elsa, grinning maliciously at him. Her whiskers stood out and her mouth opened to an evil grin as she hissed at him. Thad saw all of this a split second before he turned around and tried to flee from the inevitable. Only too late, the cat's hand holding the club slammed down on him while he stood there screaming for help ...

And that was when he woke up.

***************

Thaddeus was still screaming when he tumbled off the bed and fell in a heap on the floor. Elsa, who had slept on his chest shrieked a cry and jumped off him in an instant. Thad gave a startled cry as he landed on his hurt shoulder and remained like that on the floor with his body entwined with the blanket. He looked about the room as if confused about where he was. Sunlight streamed through the windows turning the room into a bright canvass of yellow. Cold current of wind blew from the direction of the ocean. He squinted his eyes and shielded them from the sun's light as he entangled himself from the blanket and rose to his feet. He scratched an itch on his head then felt his hand on his head bump. It wasn't that hurting anymore. The cat curled around his leg, looked up at him and meowed repeatedly.

Zeke was in the kitchen cooking up breakfast when he left the room and came in there still looking sleepy-eyed. His friend looked at him then sniggered.

"You ought to see yourself right now. You look like something a dog ran over."

"A good thing you don't have one," Thad gave him a comeback reply as he planted himself at his kitchen table and yawned. "Damn, I feel stiff all over."

"Screwing a college hottie and then getting knocked on the head for doing that. I'd be more than stiff if I was you. Coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks." 

His friend gave him a mug and filled it with coffee. He filled a cup for himself then pulled back a chair across from Thad and sat down on it. "I told Alice what happened last night. She was pretty shaken up by it. I gave her money for a cab."

"I might need to talk to her later," Thad contemplated. "In the mean time I need to head on back to my pad and change up. Can't believe last night really happened the way it did."

"That's some nasty bump you got on your head there," Zee indicated. "Looks like you're growing an egg on your forehead. The fuck did the dude hit you with anyway, a spatula?"

"When I meet him I'll be sure to ask him that question. If he'd still got a mouth to talk from once I'm done with breaking his nose."

"Yeah well, give him one for me. I can give you Alice's phone number so you can give her a shout whenever. Her old man's a royal prick, I hear. Bastard don't like blacks."

Thad looked at his friend. "You serious?"

"It's what she told me. Gladstone's his name. Said the old man's racist than a motherfucker. He's rich. Got money in stocks, bonds and anything else on Wall Street. Dig this: he loves black women, but hates niggers."

"What kind of guy would love black women but hate the men? Is he sick or are we still in '60s?"

"Hey, don't look at me. It's what Alice told me about him. She's pretty scared about it, says sometimes he pays people to watch whom she's with. If that ain't a man being paranoid, then I don't know what the fuck it is."

Thaddeus shook his head and raised his cup to his lips. He nearly spilled it on himself when Elsa, who'd all the while been curling about his feet jumped up and landed on his thigh. "Damn, crazy cat!" Thad exclaimed. His friend exploded in mirth.




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 03



"Looks like you've found yourself a partner," said Zee.

************

Thaddeus left his friend's condo an hour later. He'd gotten Alice's phone number from him and promised to keep in touch once he figured out what had happened. His only prayer was that nothing drastic occurred to Kayla; he couldn't bear hearing news that her corpse had been found in some remote ditch in the city. Crazy things were after all known to happen. He too had seen his own share of nightmares in the past and he barely got much sleep when he thought seriously about them. He feed Elsa then picked her up along with the photo album he'd gotten from Kayla's drawer and drove towards home.

He had switched off his cell phone last night before they arrived at the club, knowing that Constance would call once she'd settled comfortably in Paris. He reckoned between now and whenever she returned home he was going to be getting a lot of phone sex from her. He wondered if she'd packed a dildo along ... or perhaps she might get too lonely and horny over there and go find herself a black dude to take care of her. With women, one just never knows. He switched his phone on and wasn't surprised to find three missed calls and two text messages waiting for him. The numbers seemed foreign—he bet they were French. He read through the messages. They were from Constance, just as he'd expected. He would send her an email reply later. He called his office and his lovely secretary Sarah, answered the phone.

"Hi there Thad," she said to him. "Good morning."

"Morning to you, Sarah. How was your Saturday?"

"Not much fun. Stayed indoors and did some knitting, then went out later with a friend."

"A man friend?"

She laughed. "No, just an old girlfriend of mine I hadn't seen in a while. You sound like you're driving."

"Yeah, I am. Something came up and I might be heading over to the office later. If it's anything serious, I might have to give you a call later."

"Would you want me to swing by the office? I'm not doing anything serious right now."

"No, it won't be necessary. Besides, I won't be at the office until later. Right now I'm heading home. I'll call you later if things turn serious, okay?"

"All right. If you need me, all you have to do is call."

"That's why you're a darling, Sarah. I'll talk to you later."

Thad said goodbye to her then hung up. He glanced at his rear-view mirror and observed his head bump. It was still protruding enough for anyone to make out. He admired Elsa who sat lazily on the backseat, running her tongue over her skin.

"You sure must have been a worthy kitten when they got up," he smiled at her then returned to his driving.

The roads were free and devoid of traffic, probably because it was a Sunday and folks were still sleeping off last night's hangover or getting set to be off to church. Thaddeus thought about Erica, wondered how she was doing with Artie. He hopped neither of them would be up waiting for him to return home.

Home was where he'd left it last evening. He drove his Coupe DeVille into his parking space and closed his door with less noise, not wishing to wake up his neighbours, if actually they were inside, which he reckoned they were. He approached his door with his knapsack slung on one shoulder and the cat Elsa on his arm and drew to a halt when he noticed his front door standing ajar with the door handle hanging loose like something had smashed it in. He sneaked a peak past the door and though he didn't see anyone waiting for him inside, he wasn't happy with the state of his apartment. He entered his apartment and closed the door behind him and surveyed the mess that was inside. 

His apartment looked as if a tsunami had travelled inside and turned the place into the sight of a demolition derby. Someone had smashed his TV set along with his DVD player, ripped holes in his furniture and smashed the centre table in half. Drawers lay open and the contents emptied out of it and made into a littered mess. There were broken glasses everywhere; the numerous wall photos smashed. Whoever had done such had spared breaking the windows, thank God for small mercies. Thaddeus put his knapsack down. Elsa jumped from his arm and raced across the room. Thad went looking into the kitchen and found it in a similar state as the living room. From there he went looking in the bedroom and that was too bore a similar mess. His clothes had been taken out his closet and discarded all over the room. The intruder had ripped and stabbed his bed and left him a written note on his dresser. The note was written with a black marker pen in bold letters.

YES, I DID THIS TO YOU. WILL DROP BY NEXT TIME.

—BLONDIE.

Blondie. Thad's eyes narrowed on that name and he felt a well of rage boiling deep in his gut wanting to explode. He squeezed the paper in his hand but didn't throw it away. The bastard had gotten away and now he was after him. He sat on his bed turning his eyes everywhere, lost in his thoughts.

He was still busy thinking when his doorbell sounded. He got up and went to the living room and saw a woman there pushing past his battered door. It was his secretary, Sarah. She was looking casual in jeans and a blouse and her eyes scanned the look of destruction that was his apartment with baffled amazement.

"What happened?" she asked as she carefully walked into the room, careful not to step on any broken bottles.

"Seems I had myself a visitor last night. A good thing I wasn't around to open the door for him."

"What type of visitor?"

He gave her the squeezed note and she read it and right away knew. She read it with further confusion in her eyes. "I don't understand. Didn't the cops arrest him?"

"Looks like they gave him an early release for good behaviour," he took the note from her and threw it on the pile of broke furniture. "What're you doing here anyway? I told you I'd call if anything serious came up."

"You sounded quite serious when we spoke, and I had nothing better to do. I thought I'd come and keep you company—Oh my God, that's a nasty bump you have there."

She came forward and held his head in her hands. "What really happened to you last night?"

"It's a crazy story, sort of," he said, taking her hands in his. "I doubt if you'd even believe me."

She gave him a whimsical type of smile that seemed to have double meaning to it. "Was it about a woman?"

"Yes, it is."

She brought her hand to the back of his head and pulled his face towards her and gummed her lips to his. Thad's lips came open at the mere contact and flicked his tongue against hers. Their kiss brought them to each other's arms and the cuddled each other firmly. A moment later she pulled back from him to catch her breath.

"I came because I wanted to feel your arms on me once again," she murmured with her lips inches from his face. "Though I didn't expect to find your apartment like this. Tell me what happened last night."

"I'll tell you that later." She gave an unexpected cry as he swept her off her feet into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed into his faces. "First thing, I need to touch that body of yours. Just be careful you don't touch my head bump."

Elsa stood immobile by the entryway between the living room and the hallway that led to the bedroom and it was a good thing she moved at the last minute or else Thad might have stepped on her tail without care. She eyed the tall black man as he ambled past her carrying a female in his arms into the bedroom and kicked the door close as if he knew she would want to come inside and perhaps watch their activity. Feeling left out, Elsa turned around and strolled towards the direction of the kitchen to find something to do.

Thaddeus kicked his feet out of his shoes as he dumped Sarah on the bed. She pushed away the ripped sheets and blanket on the bed and undid the buttons of her blouse while Thad hurried out of his clothes. She had barely freed her arms from her blouse when he grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him. Their lips clashed as they found each other, their hands touched and grasped and didn't want to let go. Thad removed her jeans from her legs and sucked in his breath when he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything else inside. She opened her legs for him, smiling, her fingers held open the outward flesh of her labia. Thad's cock stood to attention with pumped up blood and he dove upon her. 

His hands pressed her legs apart and he slipped his tongue between her pink flesh. Almost immediately her body twitched and jerked under him and further as his tongue lapped her juicy wetness her moans rose to an incessant demand while her body jittered under him. Her pussy grew moist from the persistence of his probing tongue and he inserted a finger inside and fucked her with it while he nibbled on her clit. Sarah's legs kicked the air above his head as she shuddered to instant climax. She was still moaning and calling his name when he stood up and came to her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. Sarah wrapped her hand around his shaft while she bobbed her head back and forth on his cock. The smell of his masculinity wafted into her nostrils. Thad kept fingering her pussy and she in return moved her pelvis in response to his finger probing. 

Her legs remained open for him when he came between her legs and beat the head of his cock against her pussy's entrance. Her hips moved up and down and she was groaning with impatience when his cock entered her. Her breath held in her throat as he pushed inch after inch inside her. Her hands and legs wrapped over his back and thighs as he buried more of himself inside her. She hissed through clenched teeth as he withdrew and plunged back inside her. His cock was filing her up and she was loving every inch of it. Her body surrendered to his animal-like lust, loving the feel of his cock as he gave her smooth long strokes of his shaft. Her hips moved along with him, almost as if they were connected to the hip. She thrust upwards as he slammed down on her, her hands grasped his buttocks, caressed his muscles there as they contracted when he fucked her. She could hear herself making lewd cries, telling him to fuck her harder, but the words didn't seem to be coming from her. They seemed to be coming from some deep cavern of space in her mind. A well of lust and desire unlike any few people who've experienced searing orgasms can only hope to feel. 

"Oohhhh," she cooed into his ear, her face squeezed as if in pain. 

Thad dug his hands under her flesh and raised her buttocks off the bed. He slipped his finger into her anal orifice and Sarah's moans went into frantic gasps as he finger-fucked her ass while as the same time fed her pussy back and forth with his cock. By now he was slamming her all the way to the bone. Warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooded his shaft. He grasped from the sensation but didn't reduce his action. He went on pistoning his cock deeper and deeper and harder inside her, fucking her as if she were an animal he wanted desperately to lay waste to. Sarah screamed and screamed repeatedly. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she clutched him for dear life. The moment came to her once again and her body underwent a shivering frenzy and her moans turned into a loud lengthy shriek as her orgasm slammed into her heart and soul. 

Thaddeus rolled to his side, still holding onto her and with one leg now over his side, kept on fucking her just as he wanted. His tongue searched for her lips and she kissed him back passionately. Her mind was still afloat from the wave of orgasm she'd undergone and barely knew what else was happening to her. Her body wasn't in her control even though it actively responded to what Thad was giving to her. He rolled on his back, pulling her along. He held her by the waistline and plunged his cock higher up into her cunt, pistoning with his thighs and hips. Her tits swayed and clapped each other inches from his face. His finger remained stuck in her asshole and by now he'd inserted it all the way to his knuckle. His heart pounded in his chest as if about to burst. When he realised the moment was upon him, he increased his thrust inside her, gritting his teeth as the fire built in the head of his cock. 

At the last minute, he pulled his cock out of her and gave it a sudden jerk and grunted loudly as he felt a spurt of semen shoot out and landed on her buttocks. Several more splattered over her backside till everything he had dribbled out of him. They lay beside each other spent. Someone entered the bedroom and approached the bed. Sarah lay on top of him still gasping thus didn't see the woman who entered the room, though Thad did. He watched in silence as Erica bent her face over Sarah's buttocks and held her ass cheeks while she licked off Thad's cum. Sarah looked up from the bed startled and nearly jumped off it but Thad held her down and told her to relax. Erica finished what she was doing then looked up at them smiling. 

"Good cum ought never go to waste," she wiped a trace of semen from the side of her lips and dipped it into her mouth like it was milk.



The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 04



Erica waited in the living room where Thad appeared minutes later wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt and slippers for his feet. Erica too was surprised by the ghastly destruction his apartment had gone through.

"Don't tell me you're redecorating?" she asked, waving her hands at the mess. "Whatever happened here?"

"Someone, a guy whose face I should have broken when I had the chance, sneaked in here last night and wrecked it as you see it. I don't know how he got to know where I lived, but it seems he now does. Where're Artie?"

Her features turned sad. "He checked out yesterday evening. He's putting up with either some friend or at a motel, I don't really know. I tried talking to him but he wouldn't listen to me. He's been really stubborn."

"Why? Over the fact that I was with you?"

"What do you think? I've tried calling him but he doesn't pick the phone. I even went to that college school where he works and knocked at his door, but he didn't answer. Got me feeling all lonely and stressed out with myself. Anyway, I never knew or heard anything going on in your apartment last night, or else I'd have called you too. I even came by in the evening but knew you weren't home."

"I stayed at a friend's place. I just got back a while ago and met everything like this. The bastard even thrashed the kitchen and bedroom."

"Who's the woman in there with you? You certainly don't waste any time leaving me and picking up strays."

That tickled Thad in ways he didn't like. "Shut the hell up, will you, Erica. She's no stray, she's my secretary. Not another word about her from you, I'm still pissed off right now to take any of your mouth."

She gazed down at her feet like someone who just been chided. "I'm sorry. I'm just ... I don't know ... I'm worried about Artie. I'm afraid he might do something silly. I wish he'd come back home."

"He will come back home, trust me on that. Right now I've got some cleaning to do."

"Okay, I'll leave you alone then," she walked towards the door then stopped and turned to face him. "Does this mean the end of us, Thad?"

He shook his head. "Let's not get into that right now, Erica. We'll work things out fine once Artie's back home. Just don't worry too much. If he's not back by tomorrow, I'll go see if I can talk to him."

"I'll feel a lot better if you do. Call me if you need me." 

She walked out his apartment and went up the flight of stairs to hers. Thaddeus listened to the sound of her footsteps walking away then scratched his head as he turned his attention to the lingering mess before him. Sarah appeared at the end of the hallway wearing one of his t-shirts that came down to her thighs. She figured what was on his mind was about cleaning up the place.

"Do you need any help?" she called out to him.

He turned to look at her and the sight of her standing there wearing his oversized t-shirt seemed so hilarious to him he had his first laugh of the day.

"I certain can use a couple pair of hands I guess," he said, still sniggering at the sight of her and waved her over. "Come over and give me a hand with this furniture."

************

More than an hour later they were both sweating by the time finished cleaning up the living room. Thaddeus dumped much of the broken furniture in a large recycle bin at the back of his apartment. The broken glasses he gathered them in thick nylon bags and left them outside for the garbage people to take with them when next they drove by. Elsa perambulated about, jumping on tables while they worked. They took less time with the kitchen and bedroom; Thaddeus was happy the bastard besides breaking and smashing much of what he laid his hands on hadn't bothered stealing anything from him. He had locked his handy pistol inside a gun cabinet and kept it along with some money—'Get-Out-of-Jail' money, he often referred to it—inside the box and kept them hidden in a recessed hole underneath the bed. He checked to make sure it hadn't been found and was glad to see it all there.

They made themselves something to eat when they were done cleaning and afterwards shared a bath together. Kisses and caresses followed. They didn't bother drying themselves as Thad took Sarah to the bedroom and fucked her once more. He laid her on top of the bed and fucked her from behind harder than before and didn't let up until he came inside her. They returned to have another shower again. Constance called his phone later on. He lounged on the bed and they conversed while Sarah sucked his cock.

It was past noon when Thaddeus decided it time to start his work. There was someone he needed to see urgently about the Blondie menace. He took Kayla's photo album with him; he would call Alice along the way and tell her to sit tight and wait for him at her place. He dropped Sarah in front of her place, gave her a kiss and promised to keep in touch then drove off. His next destination: 2001 Century Lane to see a beautiful friend who now probably hated his guts. 

***

Things were in his favour when he arrived there and met with the doorman who told him that yes, Hilda Carmichael still resided in the apartment building, at the same number since last time. Thaddeus took elevator to the floor where she resided. He hadn't mentioned her name when he'd been questioned by the cops about the case regarding her sister's missing son. He'd never wanted to ruin her name, and Constance too had been grateful for that. They were still family after all, even though neither sought to reason like the other.

He arrived at her floor and went to her door which bore the same number as last time he'd been here and pressed the apartment bell and waited. Seconds passed before someone undid the lock from the other side and Thaddeus tensed himself as it came open. Hilda was standing there; she looked at him with surprise in her eyes. 

"Thad," she blurted.

"Hi there, Hilda," he relaxed himself and smiled at her. "Still looking lovely as always."

Her eyes turned concerned when he took off his hat. "My God, what happened to you?" she indicated at the bump on his head.

"I got into a drunken brawl the other night. May I come in? It's really important."

She opened the door for him to enter. Thaddeus took off his hat and followed her into the living room. She was wearing a purple lycra pants and tank top with Nike trainers on her feet. She went into the kitchen and got herself a bottle of mineral water and brought a Coke for him. Thad thanked her for it. He craned his eyes everywhere, expecting some new boy toy, or Blondie to pop out of his hiding place and come face him. No one did. They sat down across from each other; neither said anything for a minute. 

"You're looking good," he remarked. "Looks like I caught you doing something."

"I was riding a stationary bike in my other room, the one Johnny stayed in that night. I'm trying to keep my shape," she stood up and spurn around for him to admire her body. "What do you think?"

"Looking super hot from over here," he said. "I thought you might have someone in here with you. Someone to keep you warm."

"I don't have anyone around to keep me warm," she said, taking a sip of her water.

"Yeah, I figured as much. But I know you've got someone coming over soon. You're never the type of woman who likes being alone."

"You do realise that we ought not be talking to each other. By right, I shouldn't even be in the same room as I am now, looking at you."

"And yet you'd let me into your apartment," he concluded. "I was half expecting you'd slam the door on me. Not that I would have fought you if you had. I still remember the circumstances of our last meeting."

"And yet here you are," she said.

"Here I am. Something came up that made me had to come see you. Something more close to you than anyone else."

"I'm not my sister, Thaddeus. And I can guess the reason why you're here. You want to know if Blondie is with me, right?"

"Have you seen him since?"

She shook her head. Thaddeus kept his eyes fixed on her; she caught the meaning behind his gaze. "I'm not lying, Thad. I swear, after that night at the club, I haven't been with him."

"You're lying, Hilda. I know you've met him. How else would the bastard have known where I live if you hadn't told him."

Hilda slapped her hands on her thighs and capitulated. "It was almost a week ago. I never knew where he was before then. I figured he'd gone all the way to Canada for all I care. He's lost it, Thad. The guy's gone crazy. He called me to meet him at some park in the city around midnight because he thought cops were around trailing me. He asked for your address; practically threatened to smash my face if I didn't. He said he was going to get you, no matter what."

"You have my number, how come you never thought of giving me a heads-up on him?"

"He warned me not to. Then again, I was still mad at you for tying me up and leaving me the way you did that night at the club. I felt really embarrassed."

"You deserved worse, but I wasn't the man to give you a life lesson," he countered. 

"Is that why you never mentioned my name to the cops?" she looked at him. "They came and asked me some questions, nothing serious. I called up Constance and she told me what you'd done. For a while I felt grateful that you didn't."

"What do you mean by that? You still aren't grateful?"

"No, I'm not," she said. "Not since I got to find out you'd been having your way with Constance all the time."

"Not all the time, Hilda."

"Whatever," she said, dismissively. "The fact is you were, and I wasn't happy about that. I wanted you all to myself, not to become her boy toy."

"I'm nobody's boy toy, Hilda. What happened between your sister and I was special. With you, it was high-octane sex."

"But I love sex, Thad. And I love being with a man who enjoys giving and receive it." She got up from her seat and came over to him. She took his can Coke from his hand and dropped it on the coffee table beside his chair and then straddled his lap. She moved her butt over his thigh, took his hands and placed them on her buttocks, leaned forward and pressed her tits against her face. "Was this how you and my sister used to fuck? I'll bet it was. I'll bet you loved it whenever she rode you ... taking your cock in that tight pussy of hers that hadn't seen any hard cock since her former lover impregnated her with Johnny. I'll bet you loved her tight pussy too. Not all that soft and wide as mine is."

"Pussy is pussy, Hilda," said Thad. "Yours right now is now different from hers."

She made as if she hadn't heard him. "Tell me you wouldn't want to fuck this pussy again, Thad." She reached for the ends of her tank top and pulled them off from her head. Her tits bounced two inches before his face. She wrapped her hands around them and presented them to his face like a pair of missiles with her erect nipples staring straight into his eyes. She was starting to moan. "Tell me you wouldn't want to suck on these tits ... take me into my bedroom and fuck the shit out of me once again. I can feel your cock under me ... I know what it wants."

"Yeah, I know just what you need, all right." Thaddeus opened his mouth and bit on her titties. She pressed it against his face; his hands groped her buttocks and she yelped when he slapped it. Her legs folded around him and Thaddeus pulled himself off the chair holding her in mid-air, still sucking on her breasts. His lips found hers and their tongues connected instantly with fervent passion. He cock pressed itself annoyingly inside his jockey briefs itching to be let loose. His hands slipped under her ass cheeks and found a broken opening between the crack of her lycra.

Towards her bedroom they went. He threw her on the bed and began undressing. "I hope you don't have anyone around to take photos of me while we're fucking," he asked.

"No," she murmured, coming to help him out of his clothes. "This time I've got nothing to hide." She raised his undershirt and licked her tongue on his chest. "Hmmm, you taste so good. I want you so bad, I could taste you."

Thaddeus kicked his shoes off as he removed his briefs from his legs then pushed her back on the bed. Thaddeus came on top her, pressing his frame against hers, kissing her lips while she wrapped her legs over his back. He grabbed one of her tits and pressed it into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were an orange he wanted to drain of its juice. Hilda threw her head back and sighed. Every nerve cell on her body stood awake to his lust. Thaddeus did the same to her other breasts, munching on her nipple like he wanted to rip it off her flesh. 

He rolled over on his back, they kissed each other with a hunger they thought they'd lost for each other, their bodies frantic with desire and want and lust. Thaddeus wasn't blinded by his sexual fervour. Hilda was a sex slut and wanted to be treated as one. He was getting into character for that. His hands went to the ripped hole in her lycra between her ass cheeks. He dug his fingers between them and applied his muscles and ripped the hole wide apart. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was still grounding her body against his. Thaddeus rubbed her pussy entrance and slipped his finger into her wetness, listened to the sharp intake of her breath while she continued kissing him. He dug his finger deep into her cunt, exciting her pussy, before reaching downward for his prick and tapping the erect head of his cock against her pussy's entrance. Hilda reached down for his shaft and introduced it into her virgina. The head slipped inside her, making her groan and further it went inside her. Her face became a mirror of ecstasy.

"Aww ...Uugghhhh ... that cock feels so fucking good!" she muttered as he gave his hips a thrust, pushing more inches up in her. 

Hilda dropped down on his cock and a sharp cry blurted off her lips and she sat impaled on his cock. She leaned over him, raising her ass up and down his cock, loving the texture of it slipping half in and half out of her. Her pussy juice poured out her cunt, further lubricating his shaft. Thaddeus allowed her to do the work, bouncing her ass cheeks down on him. His hands fondled her tits, squeezed them together and sucked on them. Hilda moaned through it all, falling her head on his shoulders. Thad then assumed command of their match. He grabbed her ass cheeks, pulled them apart and began pistoning his shaft harder inside her. The springs of the bed squeaked from his rapid action. Hilda shut her eyes and screamed her delight at what he was doing to her. The sound of his thighs slapping hard against her buttocks went in tandem with her lingering moans. Thaddeus caressed her butt cheeks, tore off more of her lycra outfit from her body, and inserted a finger into her asshole and finger-fucked her speedily while still grunting from the pounding delivery he was giving her.

Hilda clutched his chest, her face contorted in a grimace while her lips emitted a wailing frenzy and her tits shook and bounced from the fast-paced onslaught Thaddeus was meting upon her from between her legs.

"OhmiGod!OhmiGod!OHHHMIGODDD!" she shrieked into the air as on and on he fucked her pussy and finger-fucked her asshole, never relinquishing his grip on her ass cheeks which he slapped repeatedly till they turned red.

Thaddeus felt cramps in his legs and reduced his pace. He rolled over taking her along and now was on top. Positioning her legs on his shoulder, Hilda locked them together and held onto his arms as he performed bench-presses on her, hitting down on her womb with all the force his pelvic muscles could summon. On and on he kept on fucking her, sitting on his knees and driving her shaft deep inside her. Hilda had earlier climaxed and was on the road to climaxing once again when Thad pulled her up from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, still shoving his cock in and out of her. Their lips found each other and she moaned partly into his mouth and sensed that he too was about to cum. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and screamed her moment of cumming. Thaddeus held her tight as well when his too came.

They were both seeing stars when the moment happened. They remained like that for a while. Neither of them let go of each other. Hilda tightened her pussy muscles on his cock, felt her cum juice wrap his shaft in a protective cocoon as it leaked out of her pussy. Thaddeus still had his finger stuck in her asshole. He retrieved it and brought it to his mouth and sucked on it. They were still hugging each other, breathing against each other's face.

They fell to the bed.

Thad's eyes came open and roamed the room as if afraid he was in the wrong place. There was the bed sheet he was lying on and the pillow his head was on top. There came the sound of rushing water behind him. Thad turned over on the bed, saw the remains of Hilda's torn lycra pantsuit he'd torn off her. He looked at his watch and was glad to know he hadn't really fallen asleep; he had other places to be at than to be sidelined by some sweet pussy. Sweet, nasty pussy. It brought a tingle to his cock as he thought about it and went in search of Hilda.

She was in the bathroom cleaning her face in the sink, naked. Thad came behind her and slapped her ass cheek. She yelped at the same time laughed and turned towards him.

"You're such a nasty man," she declared with a grin. 

"You have no idea," she moved aside for him to wash his face in the sink just like her. "Looking at your body has got me thinking nasty."

"That's good to know," her hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking it. "So how about we have ourselves some more fun? I haven't got anything else that's better to do, and the day's still young."

"You haven't got stuff to do, whereas I have. There's something that's come up and I need to go take a look into it."

She turned her lips into a petulant pout. "Do you have to go just like that? Can't you just stay even for a little while?"

"Not like I wouldn't want to, Hilda. I just can't."

"Of course, you never could, but you'd do it if it were Constance. I know you would."

"Constance has got nothing to do with this, Hilda," he stated. 

"Yeah, I know she doesn't. But why do you keep treating me like I'm some piece of meat? I hate it, really."

"You're no piece of meat, girl. You're a slut. There's a lot of difference."

She entwined her arms around his neck, pleading: "Well then make me your personal slut. I want to please you in every which way I possibly can. I want to fuck me however and whenever you want to. Do it to me like I want you to."

"Once bitten, twice shy, Hilda. How do I trust that you're not looking for a second chance to get at me?"

"Now why would you want to say something like that? I know had grievances with my sister, but that's past tense. I've never harboured any thoughts against you, Thad." 

They were kissing once again. Thad turned her around and placed her back against the wall, slipping his tongue down her mouth while her hands remained busy stroking his cock back to full erection. Thad grasped one of her tits and munched on it as his cock now pressed against her belly button. His other hand reached for her leg and raised it up behind his thigh. Thad took her other leg and lifted her up against the wall, their lips still glued to each other's kiss. Hilda reached down between her legs for his cock and aimed the head towards her pussy's entrance. Her wetness was dripping down her legs like she'd stepped out of a bath tub. His cock slipped inside her with little obstruction and he thrust his hips to push his cock further inside her. Her arms now holding onto his shoulders and her legs wrapped behind his buttocks, Thaddeus flexed his muscles and steadily fucked her with her back hitting against the wall. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks and arm muscles stood out as he held her there while still impaling her on his dick. She moaned over his shoulder. Her body surrendered herself to Thad. He pulled her off from the wall and once more lifted her up and with his thick pair of hands still grasping her ass cheeks, his fingers pressing into her flesh, he slammed his pelvis against her crotch, driving every inch of his cock hard and fast into her cunt, hearing her groan and whimper with shock. 




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 04



"Ohh-Oh-Ohh-Ohhh ... yeah! Fuck yeah!" she moaned in time with his thighs slapping against her buttocks, ploughing her with his cock. "Gimme that fucking cock! Give it to me!"

"I'm gonna give it to you, bitch!" groaned Thaddeus. "I'm going to fucking give it to you!"

Hilda moaned with pleasure and went on receiving all of his pounding cock till she was just about lost in her ecstatic delirium. Thaddeus paused to catch his breath and noticed she was slipping off him but her caught her, gave her body another lift, and carted her out of the bathroom and back towards the bedroom. 

He laid her on the bed, holding her legs apart, and buried his face down on her crotch. Hilda's chest rose and fell while her pelvis responded to his probing tongue. When he pulled up for air, Thad came up on the bed and slid his penis between the cleft of her cunt and directly into her opening. Hilda raised her head at the same time groaned as she caught sight of his black dick slipping halfway inside of her, sending high tension impulse of fucking up her spine and straight to her brain. His arm muscles stood beside her and seemed to contract as he balanced her legs over his shoulders. Hilda's hands went to her ass cheeks and fondled his balls at the same time spread her pussy lips wide apart for his cock to jam all the way deep inside her. She muttered a groan each time he slammed down on her, burying his cock deep to the hilt. 

Hilda's lips stayed open and her face was flush red and contorted in a grimace of hurt. She expelled air each time he came down hard on her. Thaddeus too grunted from the effort, as if wanting to prove a point of owning every part of her for fucking her hard like that. She opened her eyes and stared straight into his.

"Oh my God! Oh God! Thad ... I can feel your cock in my chest!"

"That ain't going to be all you feel, bitch!" he growled.

Thad withdrew from her and pulled her up from the bed. He kissed her roughly for a moment then turned her around and bent her forward on the bed. Hilda assumed the position and helped spread her ass cheeks for him. The swollen labia of her pussy looked pinkish-red and swollen and wet with her juice. He came forward and she yelped as he plugged the hole for her and grasping her waistline proceeded to fuck it hard. There was the sound of her cries as she grabbed one of the bed's pillows and hugged it under her face. Her moaning cries merged with Thaddeus hitting against her from behind, watching his cock go in and out of her. He inserted a finger into her anal aperture, still keeping in line with his pumping action. Hilda's body stiffened and she felt her muscles tighten. A roar came from insider her chest and she buried her face into the pillow and screamed as a blinding orgasm surged within her. 

"Ohhh Goddd! That felt so good ... so fucking good! Oh yeah, I love what you're doing to my ass!"

She was still gasping even as Thad went on pounding her pussy and poking her ass. He took his finger off her and grabbed a fistful of Hilda's hair and pulled her upright. Still not losing momentum of grinding his pelvis against her buttocks, he gave her his finger to lick, and she did. Hilda took his finger into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were his cock, moaning in her throat while she did. He grabbed her by the throat, staring at her with a look of menace of his sweaty face.

"You're such a fucking white slut, aren't you?"

"Oh yes," she moaned her reply. "Oh yeah, I'm such a fucking slut!"

"You love me fucking your pussy, don't you?" he spoke into her ear while still grinding his cock in and out of her while she too pressed her backside against him.

"Ohhh ... I love it! I want you to fuck me like this always!"

He let go on her and resumed punishing her pussy from behind. The sound of his palm slapping her butt, leaving welt-like traces on her flesh that turned her ass cheeks red sounded like whiplash in the room. The pressure was building once again deep within his cock. When the moment came and let loose, he had to hold onto her for fear of his legs buckling under him. Such was the tremor that ran through him when he ejaculated his force of cum inside her. Hard to believe that he a minute later he still held onto her, his cock buried deep inside her while it jerked off further droplets of semen inside her womb. 

They fell to the bed once again. They lay there gasping from the sexual mountain they'd just scaled. Hilda curled her legs in a foetal position, rubbing her thighs against his. Thaddeus licked sweat off the back of her neck; she enjoyed the feel of his breath against the nape of her neck, and the protective way his arms held her. A pang of jealousy ran through her heart as she lay there realising the genuine warmth her sister had with him. It's no wonder she too was desperate to want a share of that warmth he gave to her. It should have been her in Constance's place, she thought with bitterness. It should have been her and not the other way around.

She thought he had dozed off but was surprised when he let go of her then rolled off from the bed. She watched him step into the bathroom and seconds later heard the sound of water pouring out of the shower. She fingered herself, felt residue of his semen inside her cunt and licked them off her fingers when she brought her hand to her face. Thaddeus stepped out of the shower minutes later and returned to the bedroom, drying himself with a towel.

"You're not going to stay?" she asked as if she didn't already know the answer to the question. "I was going to cook us from early-evening meal."

"Have to be some other time, Hilda. I've got places to be at and people to see, and I'm already running late.

Done with the towel, he began wearing on his clothes. Hilda lay there on her side watching him cover his delightful prick first with his jockey briefs, then with his pants and undershirt. She left the bed and got him his jacket and hat when he was done buttoning his shirt and fixing his tie. Holding hands, she walked with him to the living room.

"When will I see you again?" she asked as they got to her apartment door.

"Sooner than you might think," he answered. "I've got this problem I need to handle. Hopefully it's something that won't get out of hand before it does. Once I'm done with it, you and I will make out time to ourselves."

"What about when Constance returns?" she looked at him, praying not to see any flicker there. "Will we still have fun together, or are you going to dedicate yourself to her when her ass gets back from Paris?

Thad's eyes didn't betray anything except smile at her. "Let's leave that for when it happens. For now, we've got time. I'll give you a call later."

He gave her a kiss then stepped out into the corridor, wearing back his hat. They waved at each other before the elevator arrived for him and he entered inside.

Hilda closed the door and turned around and gasped with near fright when she saw the leering stare of Blondie standing behind her. His shirt was open and so too was the fly in his jeans.

"The fuck did you have to scare me like that?" she punched his arm. "Don't ever try that nonsense again."

"Relax, will you," he laughed, still maintaining the leering grin on his face. "I hid out of the sight. The fool never knew I was around."

"The hell he wouldn't, you bastard," she pushed past him. "He's not as dumb as you think he is."

"That he may not be, but when I'm done getting my pint of blood off his ass, he's going to be a dumb black Detective." He came and stood behind her, talking into her ear. "That first time he came here, when I took those pictures, watching both of you screw, I can't tell you how fucking hard I got. Too bad I couldn't come out from that closet you hid me in the guest room and watch. Though I couldn't stop jerking off to your moans. You sure have a lovely voice when you moan."

"This has gone far enough, Blondie," she turned to face him with coldness in her eyes. "I'm tired of protecting and pampering you in my life. Whatever it is you've got against Thad, I don't want to be a part of it. If you're so hungry to kill him, I suggest you go out there and find him yourself. I don't want you anywhere in my life anymore."

"Aww, I'm really hurt by your words. Those that mean you don't want me anywhere near you anymore? After all the good times we've had together?"

"There were never any good times with you. You were a piece of lay to me, just like any other stud pretending to have a dick in his jeans. What you are is sick, and I don't play with sick puppies."

His eyes then seemed to focus on her; they weren't leering anymore. "I'm really hurt by your words, Hilda." 

He swung a back-hand at her face. Hilda didn't see it coming and gave a sharp cry when his knuckles connected with the underside of her right chin. She bumped her leg on the glass centre table and would have toppled over it had she not instinctively fallen on her side and instead knocked her head against the arm rest of a couch. Everything in the room seemed to spin before her eyes. She felt an acrid taste in her mouth and when she brought her hand there, realised she had bitten on her tongue unknowingly. Blondie stood over her, glaring down at her as she whimpered from the pain of having bumped her head and the smack she'd gotten. He sat down on the couch next to her, grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up sharply, enough to make her cry out. 

"Now you listen to me, you insensitive, dumb-blonde bitch!" he spoke with raw menace into her ear. "I've had just about enough of your snivelling kind of talk. Next time you open your mouth and talk to me like that, I'm going to slash those pretty lips of yours and give you a joker smile, do you hear me? Nod your fucking head if you do."

Hilda did as he ordered and nodded her head emphatically; her body trembled with hurt and fear. Blood dripped down from her injured lip to the carpet. She was shaking all over. Blondie smiled at her when she finished nodding, except his smile never went to his eyes.

"Good," he stated. "That's how I've always want you to be. You and I are going to come to some type of agreement, Hilda. I'm going to put a bullet in that Detective friend of yours, and you're going to help me and do that when the time comes. And if I ever find out you gave him a clear signal to scoot, I'm going to return here and mess up your face with a carving knife. Do you understand me?"

Again she nodded, moaning from the pain that throbbed on her chin.

Blondie let go of her and stood up. She remained there on the floor crying, reeling from the humiliating disgust her former boy-toy had just shown to her. She looked down on the carpet and saw her blood stains on it. 

"Get up, Hilda. Go in the bathroom and wash yourself off, stop looking pathetic," he said, before walking away from her, leaving her lying there on the living room floor.



The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 05



Thaddeus returned to his car and drove in the direction of Avalon Avenue, where he knew Alice was expecting him. He had called her after leaving Hilda's apartment just to make sure she was there waiting for him; she'd probably cried her eyes over her friend who's now missing. When done with her, he would go in search of Kayla's mom to know what her side of the story is about. He had to move fast with this. He couldn't tell who else was aware of Kayla's disappearance. He wouldn't be surprised if Alice had called her mom and related things to her already; then again, he prayed she hadn't.

He arrived at the apartment building some minutes past three. The sun was halfway in the sky; it wouldn't be long before evening came. The place didn't look that scary now as it had the previous time he'd been here. Maybe it was because it had been dark then, and he'd been looking out in case the fellow who'd clubbed him lurked around, waiting to club him again and take off with the cat. Sounded funny, but ... you never know.

There were few college-looking folks hovering about, some entering the apartment building and others leaving. Mostly a lot of them were leaving with heavy bags slung across their shoulder, off to some holiday or whatever. He felt happy as he entered into the lobby that so far no one had seen him arrive or leave last night; hardly did anyone glance his way. Up the stairs he went till he stopped in front of the apartment door as he still remembered it, and knocked. 

There was the sound of a lock turning and then the door inched open. Alice stood at the other side, holding a handkerchief in her hand; it was obvious she had been crying. She allowed Thad entrance into the apartment. 

"Hello, Detective," she spoke in a meek sounding voice, like she'd been yelling all day and suddenly had come down with a sore throat. Even the formal way she spoke to him, referring to him as 'Detective', when last night they'd been like friends who'd known each other long enough. 

Alice led Thad to a chair while she sat down on a sofa with her legs curled under her, hugging a pink teddy bear in her arms. She wiped tears from her face and sniffled repeatedly. Thad took off his hat and placed it on his knee; he took out the photo album from his pocket too.

"Do you think ..." a brief sniffle, "do you think anything bad might have happened to her?"

"I don't know, Alice," Thaddeus said with gentle caution, not wanting to spook her any more than she already was, the poor girl. "I was with her here last night when it happened. I'll tell you the truth, I didn't even see it happen. Someone hit me with something heavy and I passed out. When I woke up, I was the only one in here."

She nodded her head as if such was how she too had reckoned it happened. "That's a nasty bump on your head. I'm sorry."

"Thanks. Alice, do you know of anyone who might want to do such to Kayla? Anyone at all?"

She shook her head emphatically, wiped off more tears from her eyes. "No. No, I don't know of any. She's such a sweet friend, everybody likes her."

"What about past boyfriends? Was there anyone you know who was sort of violent towards her? Anyone at all who felt heartbroken and once thought of taking some type of revenge on her. Please think for me, it's important."

She kept shaking her head all the while he spoke, starting to cry again. "No, no, no ..." she blubbered, raising her hands over her face "I swear, I don't know. This whole thing is crazy. Why would anybody want to kidnap her? Why?"

Thaddeus left his chair and came and sat beside her and drew her to him. She let her teddy bear fall from her hands and rested her face against his chest, her body shaking from the bout of crying that raked her. Thad held her in his arms and tried to calm her down. He spoke into her ear, told her that everything would be just fine. Still she kept on crying. He didn't realise in time that he was caressing her arm while he was petting her to stop crying, and that she now had hers which earlier had laid against his chest now was on his shoulder and moving like a snake around his neckline. Her face was inches from his; her crying fit had suddenly ceased. 

What happened next between them happened just as natural as anything else.

Alice stretched her face towards his and kissed Thad's lips. He didn't respond at first, thinking that perhaps it was he who had done the wrong bit, but again their lips met, and this time it felt real. Alice came up on the sofa, her knee nearly crushing down Thad's hat that lay on his knee as it too fell to the floor between his legs. He fell back on the sofas as Alice came upon him like a female lion about to pounce on a weak prey. Her hands grasped his jacket collar as she too fell on top of him, pressing her lower body against his. Thad's erection awoke at an instant and began nudging itself inside his pants, even though it was still recovering from the pussy it had fucked less than forty minutes ago. His hands rubbed over the nubile young woman's body and downward to feel over the curved hilltop that was the crest of her ass under her jeans. He slid his fingers underneath the waistband to get a feel of her panties. Alice was moaning feverishly while her lips remained engulfed with his. 

They were gnawing at each other now. Their hands squeezed, groped and touched each other's skin even as Thad struggled to seat up on the sofa, taking Alice along. She managed to straddle him, pressing her butt down on his crotch, under which lay hidden his erect muscle. Her hands loosened his tie and top buttons while his undid those of her jeans, giving his hands enough room to slid down the backside of her jeans to feel her buttocks' flesh behind her panties. His jacket was hindering him, not to mention Alice still had her lips covered with his, not wanting to let go. She was succumbing to a pressing crave of lust, anything that might help block out the thought of her missing friend somewhere out there who might presently be going through some form of peril upon the hands on whoever had taken her.

Thad pushed up her shirt. Alice helped him, holding her shirt between her chin and neck while he freed her tits from behind the cups of her bra and caught one of them with his mouth and pulled at the same time sucked on it. Alice threw her head backward and gave out a sighing whimper. She roamed her petite waistline against him as if she were a gypsy belly-dancer, still grounded her butt against his crotch and even reached a hand behind her backside to grasp his burgeoning cock that was swollen inside his pants. Thad went from one pair of tit to the other. His hands nearly covered them—they weren't as ample as her kidnapped best friend's.

He pulled her up and she took his hand wanting to lead him towards the hallway and from there to the bedroom, but Thad stopped her in time. He didn't want to return there again, didn't want to relive the last image he'd had of her friend. Besides, he'd come here to interview her friend, not fuck her. But he'd blocked that off his mind—right now, he'd much rather fuck the nubile slut than think of doing anything else. He led her towards one of the window facing the side of the apartment which looked out to the street and the entrance into the compound. The curtains partly covered the window except for the mild breeze stirring them. Thaddeus made her lean forward against it. His hands worked to free his belt buckle, followed by the top button then zipper of his fly while Alice finished undoing the remaining buttons of her jeans and shoved it along with her panties down her thighs; the centre parting of her pussy slit faced him and she wiggled her buttocks as if urging him to hurry up and come fuck it. Thaddeus freed his turgid willy and stroked it as he fell to his knees and buried his face between her ass cheeks. Alice stiffened, her body pushed forward at first upon contact from his tongue. She recovered quickly and pushed her ass back at him. Thad's hands spread her ass cheeks apart like an open bread, the glory of her teenage pussy glared at him like the inside of an oyster shell; his nostrils inhaled the sweet, musing smell that was her cunt. Alice reached a hand underneath to part her pussy's wet vagina for him. Thad didn't need further invitation. His tongue probed her orifice, side to side, up and down, his lower lips sucked on her. Alice leaned her head halfway out her window, letting the sun's glare fall on her hair, though her eyes remained closed to the tingling sensation she was receiving from behind; her answering moans made it known that he was doing an excellent job. Thad licked her pussy deep with his tongue, still holding her ass cheeks apart even as her buttocks and legs shook from the slurping action he gave her.

Thaddeus licked her cum juice which had now coated his lips and stood up, holding his meat in his hand and held her still as he aimed the swollen knob between the centre parting of her ass cheeks; the sight of her tanned ass with the strange curlicue tattoo stamped over her waistline was lovely and breath-taking. He held his breath as his cock encountered some tight resistance as it pushed further between the fleshy lips of her cunt. Alice felt herself stiffen once again and she too exhaled a whistling type of sigh as more and more of him went inside her. Thad stopped halfway then withdrew, then gave his cock one more gentle thrust. He went like this for a couple more times, each time his cock slipped in easily into her cunt till it was practically touching the walls of her cervix. Alice tightened her grip on the window sill as she too helped out pushing her ass back and forth against him. His shaft was now coated with streak of her cum. A couple more thrusts later and Alice was squealing from the pain of his cock impaling her. her features were squeezed in grotesque grimace as she bite on her lips not to be forceful with her cries which seemed to escape her tight-bound lips like the whistling cry coming from a kettle's spout that's been heated with water. She felt like she was on fire, every part of her burned with lust and shameless longing. 

"Ohhh ... Awhhhh ... God! Ohhh my God!"

She hoped that no one leaving the building could hear her, and also that no one could see her. Everything seemed double before her eyes. She wanted to scream aloud but every time she tried, what issued from her lips came as a croak. This was the second time between yesterday and this evening she was getting well fucked. When Pimp Zee had taken her in his bed last night, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. This too was another trip around the Pearly Gates for her. 

Thaddeus had let his jacket slip from his arms and lay on the floor behind him while his pants and jockey briefs was down his ankle. He grabbed her waistline and was now slamming her cunt harder with each grunt. He needed to finish this young slut quick—God, how he now loved young pussy. Her cries filled the room, he cared less if that was the sound of her cumming or if it was his cock size inflicting further damage upon her. 

He looked up at the roof; everything was starting to spin before him. He was burning up ... he felt the moment of explosion a mere ticking seconds away ... his eyes looked out the window and sighted on the trio of police cars pulling into the driveway of the apartment compound.

Oh shit, the police!

Damn!

Thad pulled his cock out of her pussy and at the last minute, stream of semen poured out of his knobbed head staining the backside of her legs. Alice hadn't expected that to happen. She looked over her shoulder at him, a dazed yet questioning look on her face as she was struggling with her flushed breathing.

"Wha—what happened?" she gasped.

"Go into your room now and get dressed," Thad growled at her at the same time grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the window, hopping the cops hadn't sighted her yet. "The cops are here!"

************

Everything happened in a blink—in Hollywood parlance, it was as if they were caught in the Matrix, with the way things sort of happened fast for them yet at the same time very slow. Alice, caught in disbelief, glanced out the window even as Thad was pulling her away from it and she uttered a gasp when she saw two of the city's finest pull to a halt in the front of the building; onlookers stopped and gazed at them as the alighted from their cars. Only then did she bend down and yanked up her panties and jeans and shuffled towards the hallway and disappeared into the bedroom. Thaddeus held his prick in his hand, still oozing out cum and gradually going flaccid. He took pulled up his briefs and pants and nearly would have caught his prick between the razor mouth of his zipper had he not been looking. 

He thought he could picture the officers trundling up the stairs—his sixth sense told him he knew what apartment they were heading. He wore back his jacket and straightened his tie even as he flopped down on the sofa. He pocketed back the photo album; he would have to leave that for another time. 

The minute seemed to drag on as he scanned his eyes about, hopping he wasn't forgetting anything, then came a knock on the door. Alice came out of the hallway looking like her former self, except her face was wet like she'd stopped to splash water over it. She wasn't looking like the horny slut he'd been fucking three minutes ago. She approached the front door and opened it. Thaddeus remained where he was like he was invincible.

A Detective stood there before her with two police officers in uniform behind him, neither one was smiling. 

"Ms. Alice Galdstone?" asked the Detective authoritatively.

"Yes?" Alice mumbled.

"The name's Detective Inspector Eric Snyder," he reached into his brown jacket and took out his badge and showed it to her before hiding it back. "We're here regarding your missing roommate. May we come in, please?"

"Yes ... sure." Alice let them inside and quickly closed the door behind them.

The Detective was about to speak when he noticed someone seated on the sofa in front of him. Recognition swept across his face as he approached from the side and saw Thaddeus seated there smiling back at him. Snyder's features grew into a scowl that made prominent his facial outline. 

"Hey there Inspector Low Brow," said Thaddeus getting up to face the Detective Inspector and his men, neither of which seemed happy to meet him there. Thaddeus made no attempt at extending his hand for a handshake—Snyder would rather throw him out the window than deign to share any masculine formality with him. "Glad to see you and the boys got here just in time."

Snyder fought to stem the bitterness from creeping to his voice but couldn't. "The hell are you doing here, snoop?" he growled. "Don't you have any garbage bins to look into than sniffing your nose into police business?"

"You know I very much would, Detective. Except the business went south to the Teamsters years ago. Besides, who says I'm here sniffing into police business when I'm just as humble before the law as always I've been." He said this with a grin that only seemed to knuckle the Inspector's jaw line with a cold fury. His eyes blazed at Thad with all the fire and brimstone the Devil could conjure.

To take the spite away from his face, Snyder turned to Alice, "Ma'am, did you invite this man to your home?" he said it as if Thad was a burglar who'd been caught trespassing, and wanted the desire of watching his boys lock a pair of cuffs on him and bundle him downstairs into their car. From the way they too glared at him, Thaddeus reckoned they were itching to carry out that order. 

Alice's eyes went back and forth between both of them and nodded her head somewhat uncertainly. "Yes, sir," she said to the Inspector, though her voice sounded shaky. "He's a friend of mine. I asked him to drop by a half hour ago."

Silence fell in the room. Snyder looked back at Thad, not thoroughly convinced. "Are you sure about that, ma'am?"

Thad decided then to come into the conversation. "You heard her already, Snyder. What more do you want, a signed affidavit?"

Snyder glared at him as if the mere dark look in his eyes would make Thaddeus vanish from his sight. He turned to his two back-up officers. "Would you please escort the young lady downstairs to wait in my car, I'll be with you shortly."

Alice's eyes alighted with fear as one of the officers meant to take her arm. "Why? What do you want with me?"

"I'm simply here to ask you a few questions regarding your missing roommate, Ms. Gladstone," he said with warmly. "Nothing harmful or incriminating. Just a mere type of formality, that's all. The officers here will keep you company till I arrive."

The men took her arm and turned and marched her towards the door. She looked at Thaddeus one last time, wanting to say something but unable to, before the door opened and she was lead outside. Thaddeus knew the Inspector wanted to have a quiet moment with him alone and didn't want Alice hearing any of their exchange. He prepared his mind for what was about to come.

The door closed behind them. Snyder's dark glare returned to his eyes as he turned to face him, placing his arms akimbo, revealing his gun in its shoulder harness like he was Clint Eastwood here to shoot some bad guys. In this case, Thad thought, there was only one bad guy in the room, and it was him.

"The fuck are you doing here, Thaddeus?" he asked him coldly and with spite.

"I already told you that, Detective. Alice is a friend of mine. She gave me a call less than an hour ago and told me about her friend missing. I came by here to comfort her, and that was when you showed up. Perfect timing, I might add."

Snyder shook his head, his eyes still bore search beams at Thad. "That's bullshit, and you know it. You're no friend to that girl anymore that my name ain't Teddy Roosevelt." 

"That's what you say. Why don't you ask her and see what she'll tell you."

"Oh, I will. I most definitely will. Let me pretend to believe you for a minute about her calling you here and wiping her eyes on your jacket. What else has she mentioned to you?"

Thad played defensive. "That's my business, Detective Inspector."

"I'm making it my business, private dick," Snyder snapped at him.

"Oh yeah? Well, you wouldn't like it—the pay's lousy."

Snyder took his arms off his waistline and inched closer to him, his jaw muscles moving like he was ready to do something. Thaddeus stood his ground, not moved at all by the man's brooding feature. He and the Inspector went way back and he knew it was his simple way of making known that he was the hard case in the room. 

"Don't stand there playing with me, private dick," he spat the last word at Thad. "I can have your ass hauled off to the station right now if I so want to. You forget there's lots of guys down at the station still pissed with that Loftus case you cracked a few weeks ago. And I happen to be one of them too, motherfucker."

Thaddeus made like he was shocked by the Inspector's words. "My, my, I never knew you could swear like a two-Dollar whore, Low Brow. Where did you learn the trick?"

Snyder was about saying something when there came a knock on the door. He whirled around instantly to see the bespectacled blonde-haired young man sticking his head inside the apartment, his foot halfway inside. He seemed like a nervous fellow with the way he adjusted his glasses to his face while he ogled Thaddeus and the Detective Inspector.

"Oh ... hello there," he raised his hand at them as if wanting to wave but not getting a response, he lowered his hand. "Emm ... excuse me, is Kayla around?"

"No, she isn't right now," answered Snyder. "Come on in, son."

The young man stepped into the room and looked at them nervously. He wore a plaid short sleeved shirt and faded jeans, both of which covered a lanky frame but did little to add any distinction to his book-wormish outlook. 




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 05



"I'm Carl," he said as he came forward and shook hands with Snyder and Thaddeus.

"Inspector Snyder, police department," said Snyder. He didn't bother introducing Thaddeus. "What's your relationship with Kayla Norris?"

Carl rubbed a hand over his other arm, taking his eyes around the room than meeting the Detective's fierce gaze. "Nothing really, sir. We were supposed to meet at the library in the U earlier today. I've been there the past few hours. I tried her phone number but got no response, I thought I'd come by and check on her, that's all. Do you know where she is?"

Thaddeus decided to use that as his excuse to take his leave. "Well, I'd best be kicking my heels and be off, Low Brow," he tapped Snyder's arm and turned away before the Inspector fixed him with a baleful stare he'd gotten quite used to seeing from him and never ceasing to find it amusing. "I'm in the book if you need to find me," he said as he walked past Carl and headed towards the door. 

"You'd better stick your ass around, Thaddeus," said Snyder. "I'm not done with talking to you yet. And stop calling me Low Brow."

"Yeah, sure thing, Low Brow," he sniggered as he stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind him.

Down the stairs he went till he stepped out the building's doorway and back out into the hot afternoon sun. The two police vehicles were parked behind Inspector Snyder's nondescript vehicle and the two officers who'd escorted Alice were at the moment leaning against one of the vehicle shooting the breeze with each other. Alice sat quiet and alone with herself in the backseat of the car. She looked at Thaddeus expectantly as he approached; the two cops stopped talking as he came by.

"I'll only be a minute, fellas. Hold the beer," Thad said to them as he came to the window and leaned in to speak with Alice. "I'll give you a call later so we can talk some more. But if you need to get at me before hand, call my friend of last night and he'll tell you how to get at me, okay?"

She nodded and said okay. Thad said goodbye to her then walked to his vehicle, got in and reversed out of the driveway with the two cops watching him as he drove off.

***

He drove back home. He had some more cleaning up to do, he remembered, but most important, he was hungry. No use working on an empty stomach, what with the fucking he'd been doing since he stopped by to see Hilda. He wondered how well Snyder might be sweating Alice right now. The least questions would be about her missing friend but rather her connection with him, he knew that. The bastard just wouldn't let things go; still harbouring a quarrel with him where there ought not to be any.

His phone started ringing. He had one hand on the wheel while the other reached into his pocket for his cell phone and brought it to his ear. 

"Hello?"

"Thad," it was Hilda. Thaddeus recognised the sound of her voice, though she sounded kind of frightened. "Thad, you'd best be careful," she said.

Thaddeus eased out of the traffic and pulled his car into the parking space of a supermarket along the road. The glare and heat of the sun fell on his face from his window and he had to turn towards the passenger seat with the phone pressed against his right ear to avoid it.

"Hilda, what's wrong?"

"It's Blondie," she said. Her voice came fast and shaky with excitement. "Blondie's gone crazy. He attacked me ... after you left. He's coming after you, Thad. I'm scared ..."

"I know you are, and I promise this will all be over soon. Hilda, tell me where are you right now?" 

She told him she was at her place.

"Here's what I want you to do. Pack yourself a bag and leave that place right now. Lock the door and don't tell anyone where you're going. I want you to check into a motel, anyone you can find, I don't care if it's a Holiday Inn. I'll give you a call later then I can come and get you. Repeat what I just told you."

"Pack a bag, lock the door and leave my apartment and check into a motel, yes, I got it. I'm so sorry about all this."

"Nothing to be sorry about. I'll take care of Blondie once I see him. For now, I want you out of there. Get to someplace safe, I'll give you a call later once everything's settled."

"Okay, I'll do just that. But please, be careful. He's dangerous."

"Don't you worry, I'll be careful. You just disappear for now. I'll talk to you later."

They said their goodbyes then he hung up. He checked his shoulder holster as if to make sure his .45 was still there, lying snug in its pouch, waiting for him to draw out and use. He checked the holster that was tied around his left ankle, the same one where he kept his hand pistol. It too was as he'd kept it, always tightly pressed against his bone. He closed back his coat then got out of his car and went into the supermarket, all the while turning around to scan the passing vehicles and people that went past him in case any of them seemed dangerously familiar. He bought some sausage rolls, butter, and several other edibles before continuing home. All the time his eyes kept their vigil scanning the road and vehicles that passed him. He was in a danger zone, time to look and think sharp. 

He arrived at his place six minutes later. Everywhere was quiet—it didn't look as if he'd had any strange visitors since he left. Hopefully Erica wouldn't be around to rush downstairs to visit. The woman's pussy just couldn't seem to get any rest when it came to fucking him. The thought of her brought Artie to his mind. He was going to have to pay him a visit one of these days, at least settle the fire with him. 

He stood there by the doorway as he unlocked the front door, listening to know if any stranger was inside. Not hearing any, he closed the door behind him and pushed the dead-bolt before heading in the direction of the kitchen and dropping the items he'd bought on the table. He was just getting out of his jacket when something furry scurried between his legs, giving him a startled fright. He looked down and there was Elsa, meowing at him and rubbing her thick tail against his ankle. Thaddeus had just about forgotten about her. 

He picked her up in his arms and dropped her on the table and went about putting away the edible he'd bought inside the fridge. Done with that, he picked up a small plate bowl which he'd turned into Elsa's food bowl. He poured some milk into it and kept it on the floor for her to sip from while he got himself a Coke from the fridge, popped the tab and drank some of it before loosening his shirt and setting about making something to eat.

Minutes later Thad was done eating his meal. He was in the bedroom taking off his clothes about to go hit the shower when his doorbell rang. He grumbled upon hearing it, wondering who it could be this time. His only prayer, as he went to see who it was, was that it wouldn't be Erica. Then again, she was never the type who used his doorbell whenever she wanted to drop by.

He wrapped a towel around his waistline before going to see who it was. He checked through the peep-hole, saw that it wasn't Erica, but it didn't take the worries off from him but rather elevated it more. He unlocked the dead-bolt and opened the door for his unexpected guest. She stood there looking at him, fidgeting, not knowing what to do or say. Thad made it easy for her by smiling.

"Hi there. No need standing like that, come on in," he opened the door wider.

Sylvia Norris thanked him and smiled back as she stepped into his abode away from the sun's heat.

Thaddeus hadn't gotten rid of his damaged stereo set and this caught Sylvia's eyes as she stepped into his living room. She turned to him after he'd locked back the door and pointed at the hole in his TV screen.

"I had some uninvited visitors last night," he mentioned. "Not the type who like to clean up when they're done bashing a brother's pad to bits. Sit down, please."

She did so, still she seemed nervous to him as he sat beside her. 

"You're looking good and fine today," he commented as he ran his eyes over her. 

Indeed she was looking cute and fine in her tight pair of jeans and sky-blue blouse. It all added colour to her auburn hair which she kept pushing backward, as if wanting him to get a better look at her flushed face. Now that he had time to think about it, Thaddeus regretted sleeping with her daughter. Here was a fine-looking woman he sure would love to spend any God-given fun evening with, regardless if she was married or not. Sometimes he preferred them being married, that way neither would come to him with any of that emotional bullshit that dames often suffered whenever they'd been hit with the right size of black dick. Her hubby was probably busy collecting coins and stocks to bother about touching her anymore, such was how it was with most white wives. Always it was what drove them searching elsewhere for satisfaction where they can get it. Though it's not often he came across a mom and daughter duo; such things you read about only in erotic stories, like those countless ones that involved incest he sometimes read online on that Literotica site.

A minute passed between them. Thad asked if he could get her something to drink, but she shook her head. She kept fiddling with the pair of bangles on her wrists, keeping her eyes away from his. Her mind was heavy with thought and she sighed before she spoke.

"You know why I'm here, Thad," she said, then half turned to look at him directly. Thaddeus didn't notice any anger in her eyes and he felt grateful for that. One Snyder was enough for one day.

He nodded. "Yes, I know why. I was with her last night, but someone came out of nowhere, knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, she was gone."

"I called Zee some time ago, and that was the same thing he told me you said."

"It's really what happened. I wouldn't lie about such. God knows I've been wondering whoever it might have been. I was going to see about giving you a call but went over to her apartment she shared with Alice, but the cops arrived and put a damp on things."

Sylvia looked at him with worried surprise on her face. "The police? How ... my God, who must have called them?"

Thaddeus shrugged. "My first thought was that it was you, but now it seems you weren't the one that made the call."

She shook her head. "No, no, I didn't. Alice was the one who called to tell me about it this morning. I was just as shocked hearing such." She brought her hand to her face, sniffling tears. "My God, Kayla, what have you gotten yourself into now?" she turned to look at Thad. "Tell me, who do you think would want to kidnap my daughter?"

"I'm the last person who would know of such things, Sylvia. Maybe it's something your daughter did, or maybe it's got nothing to do with her actually—who knows. Right now it's a personal endeavour for me, being that I was there when she got missing. It won't take the cops long before they arrive at that conclusion, especially when they find out that I hadn't been contracted to take up the assignment. I'm in an even precarious situation right now."

Sylvia opened her purse and took out a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes with them, careful not to ruin her makeup. "I've been doing some reading about you. That Loftus woman's missing child, it was you that solved the case, wasn't it?"

Thad shrugged once more. "I don't take all credit for it, matter of fact, if I'd known the trouble it would bring between me and city cops, I probably wouldn't have taken the job. It wasn't the sort of stuff I was known to handle before then."

"What sort of trouble do you mean between you and the police? I always thought they'd be happy you solved it." 

"That's never the way it is with cops, Sylvia. They despise private investigators almost as much as they hate scumbag rapists and paedophiles, and they especially hate it when someone steals the limelight from them. I'll be running a risk with finding your daughter since they're already on the job right now."

"I would like to retain you on it," she said. "I'd like you to find my daughter before they do. What's your calling rate?"

"You shouldn't do that, Sylvia," he cautioned. "If there's anyone regarding this matter I should be speaking with, it's your husband."

She shook her head, looking into her handbag and taking out a check book along with a ballpoint pen. "How much is your fee?"

Thaddeus gave her a number, plus expenses. Sylvia scribbled on the check slip then tore it out and gave it to him. "Would that be in right order?"

Thaddeus looked at the figure she had written down. It was a few numbers higher than what he had quoted for her. "Yes, that's within perfect range." 

At that moment in strolled Elsa to their midst. Sylvia looked at the cat as she slinked over towards Thad.

"That's Kayla's cat," she remarked.

"Yeah, I'm sort of taking care of her till when this whole thing's done with. I saw no choice leaving her alone to herself."

Sylvia reached for Elsa and picked her up and ran her hands over her furry skin; Elsa purred. This brought some happiness to her eyes. "This was Kayla's birthday gift last year," she said. "She loves this cat more than anything else I can think of."

Thad left her and went to get the photo album he had lifted from Kayla's table. He returned with it and presented it to her. "I got this at her place before I left last night. Is there anyone in her album here you think might have had some type of grudge against her?" 

Sylvia held the cat aside and flipped through the collection of photos in the album booklet, nearly all of them featured Kayla striking various dramatic poises, either alone or with one or two friends. Several she took with Elsa snuggled in her arms while both of them stared straight at the camera. Sylvia got halfway tired and closed the album back and gave it back to him and shook her head. "Sorry. Some of the faces there I recognise 'cause she's brought them over to the house. Others I don't. Her friend Alice would be a better one to know. Kayla seldom does anything without involving her, I guess."

"Yeah, seems so. I was going to ask her, but the cops beat me to it," he said, dropping the album book on the coffee table behind him.

A minute passed with neither of them saying anything. Thad watched her play with the cat before letting her go. She dabbed at her eyes once more before turning to him once again. "My offer still stands, Thaddeus. Will you take my daughter's case or not?"

"I'll be honest with you, Sylvia. I don't know if I should. This case has got me partly roped in it, and I don't feel comfortable about that. I'd advise you leave it to the police to find her and get to the bottom of whatever she's mixed up in."

"I'm afraid of what the cops might find; I'd sleep well if I know you're on it. Besides, you were there with her. Surely you would have as much a know-how towards finding her than the police would. Surely you will find her before they do."

"Maybe, and maybe not," replied Thad, folding the check slip in his hand, holding it out for her. "I can't guarantee you anything. I don't know what I'm dealing with here, Sylvia. This could be something bigger than me, and the cops would be the only ones capable of getting her safe and without harm. I'm merely a fish in a sea. You sure you won't take this back?" 

She shook her head emphatically. "You're not going to talk me out this, Thad. I require your utmost service on this."

Thad shook his head in weariness and made to get up but she reached her hand to his thigh. Her hand grasped the towel he had on and accidentally the towel came unwrapped on his waistline and fell from him to his feet. Thad wasn't expecting such to happen and neither too was she. Sylvia's eyes happened to fall on Thad's cock and the sight of it knocked the breath out of her lips. Thad seemed surprised by the gasping sound that escaped her lips and it wasn't until he looked down at his member and he realised how erect he was that he understood her reaction. Oh well, too late to put you away, ol' boy, he thought. He picked up his fallen towel and threw it over his shoulder nonchalantly. He looked to her like some African hunter about to venture into the forest to catch himself some wild game.

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry about that," she gasped, never taking her eyes from his erect prick. It stood tall and upright, curved towards his navel, looking like a hunting spear. How come she'd let him go last night when she would have been the one taking that cock first and not her slut daughter, Kayla. 

"Nothing to be sorry about," he said. "My bad."

"Is there anything I can do aside from a written check that might make you change your mind?" her voice sounded sort of dreamy while her eyes remained mesmerised by the sight of his prick. "Anything at all?"

It didn't take Thad more than a second to come up with an answer.

"Stand up," he said to her. His voice was curt. Sylvia dropped her handbag and stood up dutifully, straightened her blouse while she did.

"Come with me," he said, and led her in the direction of his bedroom. When inside, he told her to take off her clothes and get up on the bed. 

Sylvia's hands undid the buttons of her blouse. Her eyes remained on the sight of his cock while she did it. Her breathing was getting heavy and her fingers shook as they worked towards stripping herself of her blouse and then undoing the clasp of her bra. Her thick pair of tits stumbled off from the bra cups as she pulled it off. She had a loose skin and her abdomen was expanding with fat, though aside from that she was still a desirable creature. Thad indicated at her jeans. Her eyes still on his prick, Sylvia's hands went to work and two minutes later she threw her jeans aside, followed by her panties; she had twin lightening tattoo on her waistline, both aiming down at her crotch. 

Thad came to her and his hand went to the back of her head and pulled her face roughly to meet his. Sylvia had a moment to wonder what he was about doing to her before her lips connected with his. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth till it rubbed against her palate. Sylvia felt her legs become weak and she had to hold onto him for fear of crumbling to the floor from this wanton manner of lust that suddenly was upon her, feeding on her walls of desire. Her fingers raked the skin of his shoulders and she shut her eyes and moaned in her throat as she too slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues collided and danced and flicked against each other while their bodies mashed as one. Sylvia felt his cock pressing against her abdomen; she took it in her hand and pre-cum dribbled on her fingers as she began stroking it. 

Thad disconnected the kiss abruptly, turned her around and slapped her butt. The slap sent shockwaves travelling up her spin and she murmured a sigh from it. Thad gave her ass cheeks another slap, loving the way they bounced from the contact. That's one thing he loved with fucking older married women: their thick, bountiful asses that never ceased to respond to a man's touch, especially when slapped. He grabbed her hair and pushed her to the bed.

"Don't be standing there, bitch!" he snarled at her, "get that fine white ass on the bed, quick!" he snapped.

Sylvia could feel her heart racing. So much excitement coursing through her, she hadn't been this excited and this afraid in a long while. As she got up on the bed, positioning herself on all fours, wiggling her butt cheeks at Thaddeus, her mind pictured what he was going to do to her next. She reached a hand down between her legs to rub against her pussy opening; she wasn't surprised to see that she was wet already and dripping with it.

Thaddeus jumped on the bed and stood poised behind her like a warrior about to take his booty. He slapped her hand off her pussy.

"That's for me to handle now," he said to her as he lowered himself and buried the head of his cock into her pussy's entrance.




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 05



Her eyes pressed shut, the drumming in her heart rolled on like something on an assembly line, Sylvia pressed her face down on the bed and muttered a groaning response to the invading prick. She stuck her ass upwards and Thad grasped her waistline and watched as his cock pumped its way with a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her. He exhaled deeply with each thrust he gave to her. His arm muscles stood out as if he were lifting weights. Sylvia had a bull's eye curlicue type of tattoo on her waistline spreading down to her ass cheeks; the design showcased her bum as Thaddeus drove more and more of his cock between the centre of her ass cheeks. She brought both hands up and helped spread her ass cheeks for him. In no time he was increasing his rhythm and pounding her cunt like he really wanted to.

"Ahhh ... Ohhh ... Fuck me, you're killing me! Oh God, you're killing me!"

Sylvia screamed more and more as Thaddeus's means of fucking became fast-paced and frantic. He stood on a crouch above her now, his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face up from the bed while his pelvis didn't lose their rhythm or slow down their pace at all. The groans coming from the bed sounded like it was going to break apart very soon and spill them both to the floor. Thad really wouldn't have cared if it did. All he knew was fucking this mature pussy that was before him. 

"It should have been your pussy last night," Thad grunted the words into her ear. "I should have ... fucked your pussy instead!"

Sylvia, who now was pushing her ass back at his dick, moaning from each effort of his cock slamming down at her, replied, in the midst of her delirious excitement: "Uhhh ... you're fucking it now! Fuck it!"

She could hear his cock squishing inside her pussy each time it drove deep inside her. She was sensing a strong feeling inside her. It was building like a rampaging wild fire, one that threatened to consume her as long as she remained where she was. Such a feeling she swore she'd never felt it before. Or if she had, its been so long she doubt she could recall what if felt like the first time. But now here it was coming before her eyes. Her cries went in tandem with the throb of his cock filling her cunt, consuming every space there was. Thaddeus leaned forward over her and balanced his weight with one hand on the bed while the other grasped and squeezed her breast. At one moment he thrust every inch of his cock deep inside her and kept it there like that. Sylvia cried from the punishment, her feet beat a Morse code on the bed.

"Tell me why you don't want me to see your husband?" he asked the question amidst grunts. His inched his cock a few inches out of her then pushed it back inside once more and left it there.

"He's a son-of-a-bitch!" Sylvia blurted. "I wished I'd ... UHHGGHH ... I'd never gotten married to him!"

Thaddeus took his hand off from squeezing her tit downward between her legs to massage her clitoris. He was still driving his cock inside her at the same time nibbling on her ear lobe. That rampaging fire she'd been feeling deep inside her gut was suddenly going hotter to searing heights. Sylvia felt every muscle in her body tense up and then flex together as if she was been squeezed in a vice-like grip. A roar came from within her as she experienced a tremendous wave of orgasmic delight. Her body shook from the crown of her hair down to her feet as she collapsed face forward on the bed. Thaddeus was by now biting the flesh on her neckline as he too fell on top of her, still he continued driving his cock in and out of her. He sat up and pushed her legs apart and thrust his prick between her cunt's lips. Sylvia lay there taking her punishment, her body still reeling with shock from the climax she'd just had. 

When the moment came for Thad to climax, he whipped his cock out of her and jerked each spurt over her buttocks, loving the trajectory they made as they splattered over her ass cheeks and waistline. When he was done, he fell to the bed beside her, gasping from the energy he'd just let loose. 

Silence befell the room except for their breathing. 

Suddenly his phone began to ring. Thad looked at where he had left it at the bed's headboard before he'd gone to take a shower. He reached across and picked it up. He didn't recognise the strange number calling but he wasn't all that surprised when he heard Constance's voice at the other end of the line.

"Hello daring," he said into the phone after she'd made known who was calling.

"How're you doing, babe. I'm missing you deeply over here."

"Yeah, I can tell from the sound of your voice. Are you having yourself a good time over there?"

"Paris is a drag," she complained. "Johnny's the one who's having all the fun. I took him to a water park this morning and when we left, he said he didn't want to return home anymore. Can you believe that?"

Thad laughed, his hand grasped Sylvia's ass and squeezed it while he listened to Constance talk about the time she's having across the world from him. It was good to see she was smiling now unlike back then when they were worried about her son and it felt like she was going to break down any minute. He could picture her right now lying on her bed half naked, pressing her tits while wishing he was there beside her. How he wished he was too. He would have been there fucking that hot body of hers rather than being stuck in this job of his. He definitely needed to think about travelling abroad one of these days.

"Thad, did you hear what I just said?"

His mind bounced back to the present. "Uh ... no, no, sorry, I was thinking of something else. What did you say, babe?"

"I said that I'm coming back home tomorrow," she declared.

DAMN! WHAT THE F—

Thad shot up from the bed and sat forward, clutching the phone to his ear. Sylvia watched him but didn't say anything. 

"Did you just say you're coming back here tomorrow? Was that what you said?"

She practically screamed with happiness through the phone. "Yes, darling. I'm coming back tomorrow. I can't wait to have you in my arms again."

"Emm ... what about Johnny? Shouldn't you be with him over there?"

"I've hired an au-pair to look after him. I probably won't stay long, just long enough to spend some hours with you and maybe sweet-talk you to coming back here with me."

Shit! Thad thought quickly, running strategies and quick-thinking plans in his mind. Now wasn't one of those times he wanted her around, especially not with Blondie out there searching for him. How the fuck was he going to talk her out of it?

"Constance, I don't think now's a better time," he said the words carefully, not wanting her to get the wrong impression of what he meant, but not really knowing how else to put the words through. "I've got some type of work I'm handling down here, and ... well, I wouldn't want you to get in the middle of it."

Now she was concerned. "What type of work? What are you talking about, Thad?"

"I'm saying I'd rather you stay there in Paris and don't come back, and least not yet, till I tell you when."

"I don't like the words you're using, Thad? What sort of trouble are you in?"

"Nothing serious, babe. Just got some police headache that's kicking back at me, that's all. I wouldn't want you here seeing me in the midst of things."

She was silent for a couple of seconds, then, "What sort of trouble are you having, darling? Tell me what it is."

Thad was getting irritated with her questions. There she was halfway across the world over in Europe throwing questions at him like she was the police or something ... like they were married already. He was on the brink of exploding into the phone, telling her to mind her business and her son's and not to bother about coming back home to him for now. Except he couldn't bring himself to admit to such. It wasn't her fault for being worried about him. Aside from his Aunt Agnes, he couldn't recall the last time any other woman ever felt worried for him.

"Babe, please, just listen to me—"

Except she wasn't anymore; her mind was made up. "Thad, I have to go now, okay. But I'll be there tomorrow evening. Take care, darling." 

She gave him a kiss then the line went dead. Thad held his phone before his face as if speculating she would call in the next second or two to rescind her journey back here. He waited for almost a minute and when no such call came through, fell back on the bed with his phone on his chest, and sighed tiredly. He could have uttered a curse, but even that wasn't going to solve anything. Sylvia rested her head on her elbow and looked at him.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"A misunderstanding," he said. "Something small I hope isn't going to turn out big before the day's over." He turned on his side to face her, balancing his head too on his elbow. He traced a finger down the centre outline of her tits; she shivered from the touch, smiled like he was tickling her.

"If I'm going to take this case of yours, there's some things I need to know about. Mostly concerning you and Kayla. Hope you're not going to give me a hard time with that?"

She shook her head. "Roger, my husband, was the one that brought me into this lifestyle. He thought it was a way of improving our lifestyle, especially since the kids—Kayla and her brother, Josh—were both grown-ups now and both of them in college. We were sort of bored and I guess I too wanted something—anything—that would get us feeling for each other once again. We enrolled into some swingers' convention and one thing led to another, we got to sampling black men, or rather, I did, and I started loving it so suddenly. Things changed after I hooked up with Pimp Zee. He sort of got me rolling, but by then Roger was getting cold feet. He didn't want me involved with blacks anymore and I told him that wasn't going to happen. He's never been happy with me since then, and he got even madder when he found out Kayla too had been dating blacks in college. He practically flipped over the first time she brought a black friend home with her."

"How about your boy, Josh? What's his stand in all of this, or doesn't he know?"

"Josh knows, and there's something more Roger knows less about Josh—he's up in Stanford and he's got a Latino girlfriend."

"Your man got beef with Latinos too?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised if he does. He used to be a puppy dog, but now he's got so much on his mind, we seldom sleep together anymore. But that's something we've been doing since we started swinging and I was getting my rocks off cuckolding him." She giggled at the memory of this. Her hand rubbed the growth of hair on Thad's chest as she recalled the past for him. "We had us some good times back then. I'd never been so sexually satisfied when with black men. They opened me up and now I guess I'm just so addicted to anyone of them I'm with. That includes you."

"I'm honoured. Tell me about Kayla. How did she get to be involved in it?"

"One time Zee was fucking me at home, I didn't know she'd returned home and was standing out the door watching us. She was still there by the doorway rubbing her clit when Zee came in me. I confronted her about it, but the slut said she was going to tell her Dad where we'd been fucking—in the bedroom. I never knew then she knew everything about what Roger and I had been doing prior to that time, and she told me Josh knew too. How that came about, I'll never know. Except somehow Roger and I weren't been careful as we thought we were. When later I told him about it, he made it like I was the one who told them. Anyway, Kayla wanted in on it, or else she said she was going to blab to the neighbours. That was how I got to introduce her to Zee."

"Aside from that, you can't think of any other reason of why she might have been kidnapped, or by whom?"

"No," she shook her head. "Kayla's such a good girl. A little stubborn and rambunctious, yes, but she'd never do anything bad to harm anyone or give anyone cause to hate her. Not unless they're after that cat's collar of hers."

Thad furrowed his brow at this. "What you mean the cat's collar?"

"I mean Elsa. She's got a diamond-studded collar Roger gave Kayla when he brought the cat home to her. She usually keeps it in some pouch bag or something when she's not being playful with Elsa. Can't really say where. When I saw the cat, I was surprised she wasn't wearing it."

"Oh Shit!" Thad exclaimed at the same time jumped out the bed and ran out of the room. Sylvia, frightened, sat up and yelled at him what the matter was. Thaddeus wasn't gone for long. He went into the kitchen searching through the basket when he dumped his clothes meant for laundry. He found the clothes he'd worn yesterday that he'd set to chuck in the washing machine later on, glad that he hadn't done so yet. It took him a few seconds to unearth from his jeans' pocket the velvet pouch bag of last night and returned with it to the bedroom to show it to Sylvia. Her eyes lit up when she held the punch bag in her hands.

"Where did you—"

"In a trap box under your daughter's bed," he said. "Whoever had taken her last night knew about it because they'd searched inside and found it empty just like I did. Can you think of any place she might have hidden such?"

Sylvia shook her head. "Unless at home."

"This is all the more reason why I need to speak with your husband, Sylvia. Whoever's taken her is probably after that diamond stud. I wouldn't know for real, but it's a start."

"Well, a good thing it's Sunday. Roger doesn't usually have much place to go to on such days."

"Then we'd better hurry off then before he does," Thad comes off the bed and helps her down.



The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 06



Blondie sat alone with himself in a nondescript Chevy parked a couple of houses from where Thaddeus's apartment building was, observing things through his side-view mirror. His pistol was tucked in his waistband and his hand wouldn't stop touching it while he sat there burning one cigarette after another. Its cold touch seemed somewhat comforting to him. That and the thought of whom he was going to use it upon hopefully before the day was over.

He knew the bastard was indoors—he had seen the woman arrive and the fact that she didn't leave meant that he was in there. Blondie had been contemplating for the past half hour whether he should march in there and surprise him. Yeah, he reckoned the bastard wouldn't be expecting him to appear before his doorstep so suddenly. Blondie had taken quite a joy smashing his living room furniture last night. He'd imagined he'd knocked the bastard down somehow and tied him to a chair and made him watch as he went about breaking every bit of furniture he could, and when he was done, using the baseball bat he'd held on the son-of-a-bitch's knees. That certainly would have taken the cake. Watch the black punk yell and squeal for mercy as he broke every bit of bone in him. 

He sucked on his forth cigarette and flicked it out the window. Less than a minute later he was itching for another only to discover too late his pack was empty. He muttered a groan of disappointment as he squeezed the cigarette pack and his eyes then happened to glance at his side mirror and he sat up immediately when he noticed Thaddeus's Coup DeVille easing out his driveway. Blondie pulled his gun out of his waistband and lowered himself in his seat, still keeping his eyes on the side mirror to see in which direction the bastard was turning to. Thaddeus turned his car to the left and drove towards him. Blondie's head was two inches from his car door's window frame and he was cradling his gun in both hands when he heard the unmistakable sound of Thaddeus's ride passing him. He counted to ten before inching his head up. Thaddeus's drove past an intersection before taking a right turn away from his view. Blondie sat there drumming his thumbs on his steering wheel, wondering if he should give chase or not. He didn't want the bastard to see him coming; he was apt to do that if he went after him.

He took his hands off his steering wheel. Best thing to do is wait for whenever he returns home. In the meantime, he needed some cigarettes.

***

Sunday was Roger Norris's day of rest, and always he sought to enjoy it as much as he would. He worked as a commodities manager for a clearing house firm, a job that took him away from the office much days of the week. The reason being that he wanted to be as far away from Sylvia and their quiet home in Glendale Heights as much as he could. Except on weekends, most especially Sunday; Saturday he played golf with some of his work buddies down at the Glendale Club. Lots of gin and whiskey, and plenty of time to talk about their other favourite subjects—young, randy women and of getting away with them for the weekend. Once there'd been a time when he and Sylvia spent such days in bed talking about their sexual fantasies. Ever since she started chasing black cocks, the days had gotten less till presently they never indulged in it anymore.

It was early evening. He was ensconced in his study room watching a porn movie and jerking his cock in rhythm to what was taking place in the picture when he heard a sound coming from downstairs. He reached for the remote and paused the interracial sex tape he was watching and pulled up his shorts and straightened his t-shirt and then hurried out of his study as if the room had suddenly caught fire. He could hear footsteps from downstairs.

"Who's there?" he stopped at the stair rail looking down. 

Sylvia's head came into view and she waved at him. "Hiya, honey," she said to him. "Hope you don't mind, I brought a friend along who'd like to talk to you."

"The hell are you talking about?" Roger grumbled, even though he was already trooping down the stairs to see what mystery stranger she'd brought to the house this time. The fuck was the bitch up to this time? Always she was dreaming of new ways to torture him, coming home with one or two sex partners and never allowing him the chance to watch. She loved tormenting his this way, complaining about being nervous when he had to be there to watch what they did to her. She much preferred telling him afterwards, and that he didn't like. It was the reason why he spent much of his days avoiding the sight of her. To think that once they'd both being happy with the lifestyle. Now all that had changed, and for what?

He came down the flight of stairs, fuming that he'd been interrupted with what he'd been watching upstairs as now his cock was back to its deflated self. Usually it took him a lot of work to be erect again. He was forty-five years old, no longer the sturdy fellow he once was when he wedded Sylvia. She was standing by the living room entrance with a serene look on her face, almost as if she knew he would be mad at her for returning home so quickly. He was about yelling at her when he noticed they weren't alone. A tall black man stood in the living room. Clean-shaved head, looking smart and debonair in a jacket and coat, holding a hat in his hand. He looked handsome and very different from the young black men he'd seen Sylvia with. This one didn't seem to have a street-smart mentality about him, though there was something dangerous about him. Roger couldn't put his finger to it, but he sensed it. Something about the man's aura made him sort of ... larger.

"Good evening, Mr. Norris," Thaddeus smiled as he came forward and shook hands with him. "My name's Thaddeus Black. I'm a private investigator your wife here hired to search for your missing daughter."

Roger shook his hand and turned to his wife, momentarily lost for words.

"Sylvia, what do you—"

"He's here to get Kayla back for us, Roger. Maybe you don't care about Kayla anymore, but I do. He's got something he wants to show to you, so please be a dear and help him out." she steered her husband to a couch and Thad sat across from him. She said she would be back with drinks and left them together. Thad waited till Sylvia had left the room totally before turning to her husband.

"Roger—I hope you don't mind my calling you that—there's something I need to explain to you first, and I hope you're not going to flip out on me once I do. First thing I want you to know is I am a genuine investigator, and your wife really did hire me less than an hour ago to get your daughter back safe and sound, and that's what I'm here for. But in order for me to do that, I'm going to need your cooperation on this."

Whatever bit of puzzlement that had mapped Roger's face when he shook hands with Thaddeus went out the window after he'd made his introduction as to why he was here. Finally, he thought to himself, a black man stopping by to talk about Kayla. "Whatever you need, sir. I'll do what I can to help."

Thad produced the purple velvet cloth from his coat pocket and gave it to him. "I found this inside a safe box under your daughter's bed, in the apartment room she stays close to the U. Would you mind clueing me in as to what was inside it?"

"Sure, a diamond collar," said Roger, feeling the pouch cloth in his hand. "I gave it to Kayla when I brought Elsa home with me."

At that moment, Sylvia walked in to join them carrying a tray filled with wine glasses. "I hope you don't mind a little gin and tonic, Thad," she gave him a glass after dropping the tray on the centre table. "This happens to be Roger's favourite, isn't it, darling?" she gave Roger a second glass. He muttered thanks then took a sip. She went and sat across from them, crossed one leg over the other. Both men couldn't help cutting eyes at her figure, admiring what they saw, the way her jeans hugged her ample thigh. Sylvia took a sip of her wine before noticing their staring eyes. As if embarrassed by her presence, they turned to face each other.

"The collar was a gift," Roger mentioned. "From my friend, Oliver."

"Oliver?" Sylvia exclaimed, sitting forward. "You never told me it was from Oliver Gladstone?"

"Yes, I never did tell you it was from Ollie," he said irritably, "now you know." He turned to face Thad. "Oliver's an old friend, we go way back in college. I did a business favour for him last year and since then he'd been talking about doing something grand for me. He bought me a sail boat and then got me Elsa and the diamond collar as a present for Kayla. Wouldn't have sounded good if I told her whom it all came from, you know what I mean?"

"I do indeed, sir. I suspect that collar was the reason for whomever took your daughter to still be holding her. You haven't by any chance received any such calls from anyone claiming to have kidnapped her, have you?"

He shook his head. "No, none at all. matter of fact, I was going to call the police this afternoon after my wife," he aimed a thumb at Sylvia's direction, "told me what had happened. But then she told me she would handle it, whatever that meant. I guess she was referring to you. But I've still got my doubts."

"By right you should, sir. I won't be surprised if the cops happen to pay you a visit between now and tomorrow. They ought to have already, unless the investigator's still bothered about my presence in the case. If in any chance the cops do visit you, I'd really appreciate it if you kept my name out of your talk, that's if they ask if I've been here, I mean."

"But why? I thought they'd be happy to know that—"

It was Thad's turn to shake his head. "No, they won't, sir. Cops and private investigators never go hand in hand. And with this case, the lead investigating cop, Snyder, isn't exactly happy hearing my name wherever he goes. He'd liable to throw the book at me if he even catches a whiff of my presence here. Though I'm curious, if neither of you called the police, then who did?"

Neither had the answer. Thaddeus decided to keep that to himself for now. He asked about his friend Oliver Gladstone, and if he could furnish him with the man's phone number so he could make out time to talk with him. 

"Ollie's never the sort who enjoys meeting people he isn't familiar with," said Roger, "but I'll get you're his number. Just wait here." He jumped out of the couch and ran up the stairs. He wasn't gone for long when he returned with his cell phone and called out his friend's number for him. Thad saved the man's number in his phone then picked up his glass and finished his drink.

"I'd best be off now," he said to both of them, and shook hands with Roger once again. "You've been very helpful, sir. I can't thank you enough."

Roger wasn't expecting his departure so soon and looked at Thad pensively as he shook his hand. He held it in his grasp a few seconds longer. "You're leaving just like that? So soon? I thought—" his eyes flashed to Sylvia then back at Thad with a questioning look as if someone was playing a prank on him and he was yet to get the butt of the joke.

Thad too caught his staring eyes and was about enquiring what was wrong when Sylvia stepped forward and disconnected their handshake at the same time pushing her husband back and smiling at him.

"It think it's about time we let the investigator here go about his job, don't you, darling?" there was a sternness to her voice which made her husband capitulate with a moaning sigh. He took back his hand and lowered his face like a child who'd just been humbled by someone far superior than him.

"Yeah, I suppose so," he muttered. "Goodbye, sir. Hope you drop by some other time."

Thaddeus allowed Sylvia to lead him out of the house. He didn't say anything until they were outside standing beside his car. The sky was a dark shade of red mixed with grey. A flock of birds travelled high above their heads in a V format, their wings flapping almost in unison.

"What was that about back there?" he asked.

"Don't mind my sweet husband. He loves it whenever I bring home any black lover, be it a lover or not, though he as well hates it. He thought you were one of them and that we were going to get it on and he wanted to be there to watch."

Thad couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like you've got him on a tight leash," he remarked.

"But I have to," she joined him in laughing. "It keeps him on his toes that way. He loves it when I cuckold him though whenever he'd done cumming, he gets upset and angry. I'll bet you he's upstairs right now jerking off to you and I standing here."

"How well does he know about Kayla? Have you told him about it?"

She shook her head. "I've been meaning to, but I don't know yet how he might take it. I figured that was something best for her letting him on than me. You have to understand, I'm not that happy about Kayla turning into a younger version of me, but it's her life and her choice."

"Her life and her choice, but something tells me you enjoy seeing her getting involved in it."

She shrugged then laughed. "I'm only human, Thad. What else can I say. I only pray nothing terrible has happened to her."

"We've got our fingers crossed on that, let's keep it that way. I'd better be running off and check on a few leads. Whatever I get, I'll let you know." 

He opened his car door about to jump in but Sylvia beat him to it. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. The outside lights were bright enough to showcase them holding each other while they continued kissing. From his study window upstairs, Roger watched his wife kiss the private investigator, and just as what she'd earlier said, he had his cock in his hand and was stroking it furiously while watching them, keeping his face hidden from sight should they turn to look up at his direction. Sylvia was gasping and breathing hard by the time she let go of his lips. 

"I wish you didn't have to leave," she said while holding his shirt collar. "I wish none of this had happened so we could have ourselves a good time right now."

"All in good time," said Thad, giving her hand a kiss before stepping into his car. He turned on his headlights and reversed his Coupe out her driveway. She waved at him as he drove off. He did the same too.

************

What next? What the fuck was next?

That was the question knocking on Thad's head as he drove back home. Where next did he start from? Lots of questions and very few answers. A hot, sexy damsel gets taken from her bedroom/apartment—kidnapped, if he was to use the appropriate word—while yours truly got his head knocked from behind and passed out too quickly to know what else had happened. A secret safe under her bed that formerly housed a cat's diamond collar kept inside a pouch bag. Your truly wakes up and discovers the secret safe, but no diamond collar inside. Was it stolen? The thought nagged at his head. The way his hands squeezed the steering wheel while his brow knotted in concentration at the question told him he hadn't yet figured that part out. Whoever the assailant of last night had been ... he'd definitely found that safe. But had he taken what was inside? If he had, then where was Kayla? Where did she fit into this?

Thaddeus was racking his brain for answers as he drove into his street. Had he driven through the north side, there's fifty percent chance he would have spotted and recognised Blondie seated behind the wheel of his parked Chevy, still waiting for his return home. But as it was, Thad drove into his street from the south, thus didn't take note of Blondie, or of the black car that was parked across from his apartment building. Inside the car were three hoodlums. They too had been there for some time now awaiting his return. They had missed his departure or else nothing would have kept them in the neighbourhood till such hour. The one seated behind the wheel who'd been keeping watch, tapped his colleagues as he recognised Thaddeus's car pull into his driveway.

Blondie checked his gun, made sure everything was okay with it while he glanced at his side mirror at the back of Thad's Coupe DeVille driving into his compound. He had earlier emptied his gun and was at the moment fixing the bullets back into the chamber, thus he missed the sight of two of the hoodlums whose car was parked two vehicles behind his leave their ride and hurry across the street towards the man whom they sought; one of them had his gun drawn out.

Thaddeus was just unlocked his front door when he heard the sound of hurrying footsteps coming at his left. He turned in time to see the dark men come up on him. One of them swung a fist at his head but he ducked it in time and threw a punch at him. Too late he heard a familiar click, followed by something metallic pressing against the back of his hat. He left the other assailant and raised his hands in surrender.

"How about we take things inside," the one with the gun said to him. 

Thaddeus pushed his door open and stepped into his home with the two strangers coming behind. One of them found the light switch and turned it on. The one with the gun told Thad to fall to his knees. He did as ordered, still holding his hands in the air.

"Search him, John," said the leader.

The second came from behind Thad then bent down and swung a fist at his solar plexus. Thad doubled over, groaning from the punch, but the second man pulled his back up his knees and pushed his coat down to his elbows, locking back his arms. He reached for his holster and retrieved his .45 then allowed him to fall forward. 

"Get in," the first man nudged him. 

Thad pushed himself back to his knees. The second man grabbed the back of his coat and propelled him faster to his feet and pushed him towards his couch that faced the front of the apartment. Thad's arms were still caught tied with his coat so there was very little he could do. It wasn't until he'd settled down on the couch that he got a good look at his two visitors.

The two men were of average height, and both wore black overcoats and pants and black hats with black masks covering their eyes the sort that movie character Zorro wore. They looked like two pair of clowns who'd gotten lost from their clan and Thad would have bet his last money that they were amateur actors. They were they stood before him, trying to seem malevolent and imposing ... he felt almost like laughing. What killed the mirth from coming to his lips was the gun in the first one's hand that was pointed down at his head. The second held his gun in his hand; at least he wasn't pointing it at him too. A good thing they hadn't gotten to tying him up. He still had his legs and he wished one of them would get any closer so he could use it.

There was the distant sound of a car horn but neither person in the room paid it any mind.

"If its money you guys want, you'll just have to wait around till next week," he said it as if not minding the situation he was in. in a way he didn't. It wasn't the first time he was having a gun pointed at his head, and if he had a crystal ball right there and then to see into his future—however long or short it might be—it wouldn't be the last time.

"Shut up!" the first one, the ring leader, snapped at him. "We're not here for any of your fucking money. You know what we're here for."

Thad shook his head. "I'm sorry, you lost me at 'hello'."

The ring leader brought the gun to his head. "You still wanting to be a smart ass, private eye?"

The second one chuckled at this and said to no one, "Smart ass, private eye. Get it?"

"Shut it, Kellogg!" snapped his friend. He muttered a curse for calling out his colleague's name. Thad caught it too, happy that at least now he had something to go on against these two clowns. What was left now was them leaving him alive.




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 06



The ring leader turned to him again, drawing his face closer to his so he could perceive the scent of fresh mint on his breath. "Listen here, smart ass. We're not here to dick around. You know what the fuck we want—the diamond collar. We want it now. Give it to us and we'll leave you alone."

"I don't know of any diamond collar," said Thad.

"The hell you do. It was in that safe hole under that bitch's bed. She said she gave it to you. Now hand it over."

Thad was listening to his words, everything going to the back of his mind, but his eyes was looking past his assailants and the dark figure that now appeared behind the French window beside his front door. His sixth sense was active; whoever the dark figure was wasn't there to set him free, he knew that as certainly as he knew his own name. In a matter of seconds now things were going to get ugly.

"I'll tell you where I've got the collar hidden," he smiled at the ring leader, then indicated with his chin at the door. "But it looks like someone's already beaten you boys to it."

At that moment the figure kicked his front door open. A gunshot rang out.

***

Blondie opened his car door and slammed it back and stood against it, holding his gun in his hand while his eyes looked here and there of the neighbourhood street. There were few people walking on it and he doubt any had taken notice of him. This was happening as the two hoodlums led Thaddeus into his home. The third hoodlum observed Blondie crossing the street, heading in the direction where the other two had fought with Thad and pressed his hand on the car horn but to no avail. He wanted to get down and go after Blondie but reckoned his colleagues would take care of him ... if actually he was headed in that direction.

Blondie approached Thad's home and stayed with his back against the wall. He heard the sound of over voices inside the living room but paid it little mind. His aim was to get at the bastard Thaddeus Black once and for all. He peeked in through the French window beside the front door and saw the two hooded men staring down at his impending target. Unable to keep his patience any further, he stood in front of the door, brought up his right foot and kicked down at it. 

The door flew open before him and slammed against the side with a loud crash, startling the two trench coat men in the room; he caught his impending target already about making a move to escape his sight. He came forward into the living room with his gun aimed straight ahead, his finger pulled at the trigger.

***

Thaddeus pictured Blondie crashing into the room a few seconds before he did, at about the same time he indicated with his chin at the doorway for the hooded ring leader to follow. The man was distracted by this, and the sound of the front door crashing in further too his eyes away from Thaddeus, was had now half gotten up from the couch, but instead of going after them, pivoted on his heels and pushed himself backward against the top of the couch and flipped himself over on his back. Blondie caught the move he was making a few seconds too late and let go a shot at him. The bullet missed Thaddeus by two feet from his face, by which time he was falling backward, taking the couch with him. 

The ring leader stood there startled by Blondie's uninvited presence, and raised his gun at the intruder and fired. The bullet grazed Blondie's right arm and he gave out a loud cry at the same time flung himself to the side, crumbling to the floor. His gun skittered to the floor and a bullet went off and imbedded itself at the foot of another couch. The ring leader's second—Kellogg—was inches from being hit by the second bullet. He aimed his gun at Blondie but first glanced outside and saw a light come on in the apartment building right next to Thad's. He whistled at his ring leader; it was time they split. The ring leader went with his gesture and together they scampered out the front door and ran in the direction of the where their car awaited them.

Thad sneaked his head from behind the couch, holding his small hand pistol which he had retrieved from his ankle holster in his hand. He looked out the side, saw the writhing form that was his erstwhile nemesis, Blondie. He was clutching his arm at the same time shouting vituperations of curses at the hooded figured who had shot him. Thad came out of his hiding place and heard the sound of a car speeding out into the night. He came forward, first kicked Blondie's gun across the room so he wouldn't get at it and ran out his damaged front door. He caught the sight of Artie's front door coming open and saw someone coming out of it but he was hurrying faster out the driveway towards the sound of the speeding vehicle whose tires were still squealing away. He got to the road seconds late in time to see the red lights of the vehicle turn a sharp right and vanish from view. Few heads walking the street stared in the same direction as him and they too muttered curse words at the devil behind the wheel of the car that had raced away from view. The car's burnt rubber lined the path of the vehicle from where it had lay parked. Thad heard approaching feet and turned around with his gun aimed forward but turned his gun sight away when he recognised the familiar figure that was Artie dressed in his pyjamas, heaving like one who'd just ran a distant race, cradling a short gun in his arm.

"Artie?" he was just as surprised to see him. "The hell—"

"I heard gunshots," Artie was gasping with fright livid on his features. "Who were those guys?"

Then Thad remembered Blondie and he raced past his neighbour back to his home. He got there in time to see Blondie up on his feet, struggling with his injured arm. He was looking around for where his gun was at when Thad stepped back into his living room. Without breaking stride, he threw a punch at Blondie. The punch connected with his cheek bone and Blondie took a second tumble to the floor. 

"You remain there, bitch!" Thad warned him, pointing his hand gun at his head. Blondie remained as he was, clutching his arm which was staining the carpet and floor with blood. His face was pale and sweaty, his features grimaced from the pain he was having.

"I'm fucking bleeding here, you black bastard!" Blondie shouted at him. "Call me a fucking ambulance, you hear me!"

Thad went and pushed back up the fallen couch from which he had tumbled from, though still keeping a sharp eye on Blondie. "The fuck you think your ass needs an ambulance for once I've put a bullet into that skull of yours? You'd better stop that bleeding of yours, or else I'll open a second hole in you."

There came the sound of hurrying feet and there was Artie standing at his doorway gazing into his living room. His eyes flared wide when he took in the form of Blondie lying on the floor gasping at the same time muttering curses at Thad. He was still clutching his shotgun to his chest when Thad turned around and saw him standing there and indicated for him to step inside.

"Hey there, Artie. Thanks for showing up when you did. Do me a favour and point that shotgun of yours at this bastard's head. If he moves or even blinks an eye, shoot him." 

Artie did as he asked while Thad went and picked up Blondie's gun from the direction he had kicked it at. He returned to join them and grabbed Blondie's other arm and pulled him up from the ground and dropped him on a couch. 

"I told Erica to call the cops," said Artie, still aiming his gun at Blondie. "You okay, Thad?"

Thad nodded his head, smiled at him. "Just glad you ain't aiming that gun at me."

He gave Thad a wry smile. "Don't get to smiling yet. You and I still have a bone to pick once this is over."

"I hear ya. Just let me get a rope to tie this bastard up with so he'd stop bleeding in my house."

***

Thad hated the sound of police sirens, especially when they were journeying towards where trouble had long already calmed down or left. He sat in his living room staring at the spot where his former TV set used to occupy with the bastard who had wrecked it seated on a separate couch beside him, weak and still moaning from the pain in his arm but grateful now that Thad had wrapped a torn cloth around his injured arm to stem down the blood flow. Artie had gone back to his apartment to calm down Erica. A lot of people were stumbling out of their apartment houses upon hearing the irritating music of the police siren breaking their evening quietness. Thad felt really like smoking a cigarette, expect he'd long quit smoking. 

He looked out his front window and saw the police revolving lights come to a stop in front of his driveway. It sounded as if the entire department had listened in on the phone call Erica had made and had journeyed all the way down here to watch how a private detective catches a bullet. He got up and went to his door and pushed it open when he heard the marching sound of a couple of shoes approaching his doorstep. 

The first face Thad met was a familiar one to him, and seeing the man's face brought a warming smile to his lips. 

"Chief Lieutenant Wallace, how nice to see you after all these months." Thad shook hands with the old man in a trilby hat, wearing a dark overcoat buttoned to his collar which was his customary way of dressing whenever he was out of the office, which in the past year was quite few. He was from New England, though he had that clipped sort of voice one was easy to mistake him for an Englishman. His moustache was grey, the same as was his hair, and it fell downward over his lips. He and Thad went way back.

"Nice to see you still alive and kicking, Thad. I guess you've met with Snyder already?" he turned his head to his left shoulder and coming in from the driveway was the dreaded feature of the lead detective trailing behind a couple of uniformed cops who were keeping the pressing crowd of neighbouring onlookers at bay. To Thad it looked as if a circus had come to town.

"How're you doing, Low Brow," Thad said to him as he leaned his scowling face into his living room.

Snyder muttered an indecipherable oath under his breath. His eyes surveyed the state of his living room before going to the young blonde man who sat slumped on the couch in front of him. "The hell happened here, Thad? You shoot up a drug dealer or, let me guess, you slept with the wrong man's woman and he came by to get even." He snickered at his bland humour.

"No, actually it was your wife, Snyder," Thad replied matter-of-factly. "She was a wild lion in bed."

Snyder made a lunge at him but his boss held him aside. "Enough!" Wallace's curt voice cut through the nonsense. Snyder gave Thad a baleful look before turning away from them. "What happened here, Thad?" asked Wallace.

Thaddeus explained everything to them, about the two hoodlums who had tried jumping him an hour ago before coming to narrated Blondie's Clint Eastwood-style barging entrance into his home and of gunshots ranging out before the hoods had taken off.

"Lucky for you, Thad," said Snyder cynically. "Too bad that bullet missed its mark." 

"Don't worry, Low Brow. Maybe next time I'll remember to mail you a picture so you can hang up your wall."

Wallace sighed and had to break them up once again. Snyder took Blondie's gun from him, dumped it in a nylon bag, then called over two uniformed cops to help escort Blondie out to a waiting squad car. There were news hounds canvasing the area, all them waving cameras and holding microphones in their hands as if searching for clues. Wallace closed the front door now he and Thad were alone with each other.

"All the efforts I've made, I see nothing's ever going to get you and Snyder on easy terms again," he said.

"Only way that might happen is if the end of the world comes knocking," Thad answered. "Anyway, it ain't my fault the bastard don't want to let bygones be bygones. I guess that's what got you out of your office today. You wanted to calm his dog down."

"It's his case, Thad. Nothing I can do about it. Yes, when I got the word that it was your place such shooting happened, I thought I'd come along if by chance he made things difficult for you. But aside from that, I wanted to know you were alright."

"That's pretty generous of you, Chief. How's Mrs. Wallace, by the way?"

"Still pushing forty and looking younger than my old ass any day. She asks about you a lot. So does your old chummy back at the office, Greg. You know he's soon to be retiring."

"Yeah, he told me about it the last time I dropped by. I'm surprised you're still sticking around."

"My time is coming," mused Wallace. "Just sitting down pushing papers till whenever I get the last call." He gave him an amusing smile. "Tell me one thing, what's the beef about you always calling Snyder 'Low Brow'? Where the hell did that come from?"

Thad laughed at the memory. "That's what his ex-wife, Mirren, used to call him whenever they made love. She said he always liked being on top and whenever he'd cum, his face would knot together like he was taking a crap."

Wallace exploded with laughter. His shoulders shook and his hat almost fell from his head while he continued to quake with humour. He took his handkerchief from his shirt pocket and dabbed at his eyes as his laughter slowly died off. "That's totally wicked, Thad. And how did you come by this solid bit of info?"

"I hooked up with the wife weeks after they'd made plans of getting divorced. Snyder got to hear about it and since then he's got it after me, saying that I was the reason things didn't work out between them. Though Mirren and I hooked up by accident. I never knew whose wife she was until afterwards. You don't go asking every older woman you meet in a club whom her ex was. Not like she was sporting a ring then, after all."

"That's quite an irony. But I've got to ask, how the fuck do you get to be such a damn magnet for women, Thad? You got some addiction they can't get over?"

Thad shrugged with amusement at the thought of this question. All the wives want is the black dick, and that's it! This was what he wanted to say, but chose not to. "Can't say nothing to that, Chief. I'm a lonely guy searching for a good time, and I guess that's what they ladies want as well."

"How charming of you. Now, back to business. These two hoods you said attacked you here, you said they asked about some cat's diamond collar ..."

It was then that Thad remembered Elsa. "Shit! Hold on to that thought, Chief." He went searching for the cat first in the kitchen, then he went looking in his bedroom. He found Elsa hiding cowering inside his wardrobe, looking as if she found some mice running around in there. Thad picked up the cat and brought her over to present to the Chief of Detectives. Wallace held the cat in his hands, patted its fur before handing her back to Thad as if scared it might scratch him. 

"Cute kitty," he remarked. "I guess this is the reason for your troubles. Now I've read through Snyder's report. He wasn't happy seeing you at Alice Goldstone's apartment when he arrived there to question her. I've got to ask this, Thad. Is there anything of this that you're hiding?"

"What makes you think I'd be hiding anything, Chief?" asked Thad, petting Elsa.

"You were at the victim's home before he arrived there, and according to him, he'd only just gotten the call twenty minutes ago. I'm finding it hard wondering how you came to be involved in this when it's obvious you had no connection whatsoever with Alice or her kidnapped friend. Or am I missing something here?"

"I can't tell you anything right now, Chief. Client confidentiality and all of that, if you know what I mean. But I'll tell you what, sir. Give me twenty-four hours and I'll tell you everything I know."

"What? You going to bust this case in the next twenty-four hours, or are you going to skip town before those two hoods show up at your door again?"

"I ain't got nowhere to run, Chief, and I ain't ever scared of no hoods. Especially clumsy ones. But I just might bust the case before Low Brow does."

Chief Wallace laughed. "That I would like to see happen. Alright Thad, you've got twenty-four. I'll hold Snyder off your back until then. Just don't go calling him that to his face. I wouldn't be responsible if he decides to take a crack at you."

Ten minutes later he dropped Elsa behind and escorted the Chief back to his car parked near the entrance of his driveway. He saw the lights in Artie's place still on and thought he saw someone peeking through a window blind but couldn't tell whose face it was. Several news vans were still parked outside with revolving bright lights trying to get past the cordoned area the cops had marked off; the crowd of onlookers, much of them blocking the street from passing cars, were still there though a lot of them had dispersed. There was still a lot of noise and chatter going about. 

Wallace turned the Thad before he entered his car and said, "I'd find someplace else to rest my head if I were you. Not unless you want these clowns banging at your door till morning. Take care of yourself, Thad. Stay safe."

Thad had already made his mind up on that, and he thought he knew the best person to check on first. He went back into his pad, closed the door from the bright hovering lights outside and turned the lock. He went into the kitchen to fetch Elsa's snack food as well as her bowl and poured some snack for her then went in search of a jotting pad and pen. He found one and wrote the name JOHN 'KELLOGG' on the fresh page. He remembered the ring leader who'd aimed the gun at his face had called out both names. A good thing he had; now at least he had somewhere to start from. He tore off the paper and folded it into his pocket. 

He went into his bedroom and was in the middle of taking off his clothes when he heard his doorbell ring. He ignored it, thinking it was probably one of the press people who'd escaped the police checkpoint and now wanted to hear his side of whatever had happened. He threw his shirt on the bed and was taking off his pants when his cell phone started ringing. He recognised the number that was calling him and a look of surprise came on his face as his phone kept ringing. He hadn't been expecting such call till tomorrow, how come—

"Hello, Constance," he said it as if still in disbelief that she was calling him right now with her actual number. That could only mean ...

"Hello, Thad, darling," her voice sounded tired. "Are you in? I'm at your doorstep right now."

"Gimme a second," he said, before hanging up.



The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 07



He unlocked then opened his door and then had to brace himself as Constance flew into his arms, moaning his name just as she dropped her bag and brought her arms came around his neck and pressed her face against his. He inhaled her sweat, her breath, the sensuous perfume she had on, a split second before her lips connected with his.

"Thad ... oh, Thad ... oh my darling, Thad ..." was all he heard as she smooched and pecked and covered his face and lips with hers. He barely had time to catch his breath. He pushed the door back close while she still held on to him, wrapping one leg around his while Elsa, impervious to the two humans dancing before her eyes, hovered around their feet, meowing aloud to be part of whatever human ceremony that was on-going here.

"Constance ... stop, slow down!" he managed to push her off him for a moment, gasping. "Damn it, girl! You fighting to give this brother a heart-attack?"

She was all smiles and happiness, not caring of how surprised and shocked he was at seeing her appear at his doorstep so suddenly and impromptu. "No. oh, honey, I'm sorry. It's just that I've missed you so fucking terribly. I'm missed you so much." 

She came to him once again and this time he embraced her and accepted her kiss, running his tongue over hers. She almost jumped when she felt something run against her ankle. She looked down at saw Elsa purring against her shoe. She looked at Thad then back at the cat.

"Thad darling, were you so lonely you went and got a cat?"

"Her name's Elsa," he picked the Cheshire up and gave it to her. "And she isn't mine. I'll tell you about her on the way. We can't stay her tonight." He took her hand and led her towards the bedroom.

"I almost forgot, what's with the cops and the crowd milling outside? For a minute I thought I had the wrong address. Did something happen to you?"

"Yeah, sort of," he said hurriedly, returning to his room to continue taking off the rest of his clothes. "My place got broken into and my furniture smashed, and some guys came in here and pulled a gun on me. It's been an interesting day since morning, but let's leave it for later. Right now, we've got to blow this joint. Did you come with a taxi?"

She nodded. "I've paid him off though."

"It's alright, we'll get ourselves another cab. I'll call my secretary to come pick up my car in the morning. Right now, this place is too hot for us to stay." He changed into a pair of jeans and long-sleeved polo shirt while Constance sat on the bed playing with Elsa. She peeked out the window facing the driveway and was happy to see that the crowd that earlier had gathered at the driveway was dying off now that the cops had gone away. 

"What's been happening to you since?"

Thad barked a brief snort of laughter while he searched around for his cell phone. "Babe, you're never going to believe it. There's these two amateur hoods who broke into my place not long ago 'cause they figure I stole some diamond collar that belongs to the owner of the cat. But I'll spare you the rest of the story later. Right now, let me check on Hilda."

She looked at him uncomprehendingly. "Hilda? Is that my sister, Hilda?"

"The one and only. She's been in danger from that young punk, Blondie. Remember him? Yeah, he was the one who smashed up my furniture and TV set. He was here an hour ago, trying to put a bullet in my head. But things didn't go his way, now he's with the cops. He beat your sister up pretty bad earlier in the day." 

Thad scrolled through his phone for Hilda's number then pressed the dial button. The phone rang once then Hilda's voice spoke into his ear. He listened to her telling him she was safe and sound. He interrupted to ask her where she was. She told him. He told her he would be with her in the next couple of minutes and to stay there and wait for him, then he hung up. He turned to Constance. "She's fine. We'd best be on our way now."

Constance got up from the bed and realised then she had Elsa in her arm. "Should I bring the cat along?"

"You mean Elsa? Oh yeah, she's partly the reason why I'm having a great day today."

"And the other part?"

Thad smiled at her and drew her towards him and kissed her. "The other part is you, babe. Now come on, let's hit the road. We'll take the back door. Right now I don't trust the front."

********

Having packed an over-night bag, they made it to the opposite street through the backdoor, but not before Thad had locked the house up and barricaded the front door in case any upcoming uninvited visitor got brave enough to want to smash his way through. Constance held Elsa in her hands while they stopped hidden from view and Thad went out into the street and found them a taxi. He gave the cabbie the address where Hilda was hiding out and within seconds of settling in the backseat, they were on their way. He looked at his watch. It was half past ten.

She rested her head against his chest and narrated to him her reason for coming so soon. She had actually booked herself for an Air-France flight supposed to leave DeGaulle airport the following morning, but had stumbled onto a guy who'd sold her his airline ticket for Lufthansa leaving that very afternoon. Not wanting to wait anymore, she'd packed a bag and kissed Johnny before rushing to board the plane and now, here she was. She'd wanted to surprise him by appearing at his doorstep the way she did. Some surprise that had turned out to be. 

"I hope you're not mad at me?" she whispered as she snuggled against him.

He caressed her shoulder. "No, I'm not mad. Just surprised seeing you so suddenly. Thought you was going to show tomorrow. Was going to put on a show for you."

"Hmmm ... never too late for you to still put on a show for me." She rubbed her hand over his chest and slid it down to his crotch, felt it respond to her grasp. "You know just the right type of show I need. I've been itching for it before I even left for Paris."

"Let's see about your sis and then maybe we can put that to work," he said.

Constance turned dark at this. "I can't believe that slut had the nerve to get at you, what with the headache she gave us last time."

"Whatever she's done in the past, she's still your sis. Won't be good turning my back on her because of something she did before. Anyway, she's a better person now. Trust me on that."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

********

Fifteen minutes later the taxi pulled into the courtyard of a Howard Johnson located across the West River section of the city. Even from where they were, Thad could perceive the salty taste of the dark sea, its waters emptying farther into the Atlantic. Constance had Elsa in her hands and their travel bags beside her feet and she was surveying the area while Thad settled their fare. She had never been this far out in the city in a long while and it seemed somewhat new to her. Here the streets stayed open and busy till the following morning; the sound of passing motorists made her wonder how much of being in the heart of the city she missed as compared to living a secluded, sheltered type of life back at Loftus mansion.

Thad carried the bags and together they entered the building. He had already called Hilda to tell them they would soon be here; she had furnished the lobby with their information, thus they didn't waste time boarding the elevator to the floor where she was hiding out in. Thad stopped in front of the door and knocked. The door opened an inch, then flung open to reveal Hilda standing there in a t-shirt and shorts. She too was just as surprised seeing her sister standing there behind Thad and had been about hugging him when she held herself back. Both women stared coolly at each other, lost for words.

"Hi, Constance," said Hilda.

"Hi, Hilda," replied Constance with a cool voice. "Hope you don't mind us coming to join you."

"Of course now," she stepped back to let both of them into the room. 

Thad dropped the bags by the foot of the bed then went to look out the far window that looked down at the courtyard as well as the driveway leading into the building and was rewarded with the sight of cars ploughing back and forth on the main road and no sight of any following their trail. The sisters embraced each other, both of them seemingly happy that time and distance had healed whatever wounds that formerly had lurked between them. Thad was grateful for that. The last thing he wanted was seeing another fight unravel before his face with him stuck in the middle, him and the cat. He picked up Elsa and went searched through his bag for her snack food which he had remembered to carry along. He found a newspaper, asked Hilda if she was still making use of it. When she said no, he tore a short page off it and poured some snack for the Cheshire feline to feast upon while he took off his shoes and made himself feel at home. He took his gun out along with its holster and dropped it in a side drawer beside the bed; he didn't plan on using it tonight, unless uninvited visitors dropped by.

"Hey, Hilda, you got anything to drink in this joint?" he asked.

"Check in the fridge," she pointed at the table-top fridge close to the TV stand. "I bought some stuff earlier."

Thad looked inside and was rewarded by a bottle of Chablis, a red wine, two bottles of beer, and some edible stuff. He went with the Chablis, taking out three glasses as well. He opened the bottle and half-filled each person's glass.

"Here's a toast, to happy endings and sweet reunions," he declared. They clinked their glasses together then sipped their drink.

There was much conversation going on. Hilda enquired about Blondie and Thad filled her in on what had taken place at his home. Constance too asked her own round of questions, basically around what had happened to Hilda after she'd left with Johnny for France. When Hilda was done answering hers, the questions reverted back to Thad: what was it about the two hoods that were after the cat? Thad had taken explained as much about his current case as he could, though leaving the part about how he had been introduced to the centre of things. It wouldn't look good for Constance knowing about his waking up in a young slut's bedroom apartment with the young slut missing and him sporting a bump on his head. A good thing the bump was just about gone from his features.

Thad grabbed the remote and they sat on the bed while he flipped through the TV channel till he stumbled upon an interesting movie. They sat beside each other with Thad caught between the sisters and the cat curled upon his thighs and watched the movie as if they had nothing else to do. By the time the movie came to an end it was a couple of minutes after midnight. Constance went into the bathroom and showered. She stepped out of the bathroom minutes later, having changed into a t-shirt and boxer shorts and wasn't that surprised to catch Thad and Hilda kissing. They made as if nothing had happened, though she teased them, saying how well she had caught them. Unsurprisingly she wasn't seething with rage. It wasn't like she hadn't seen them fuck before, and also, she was just as horny as her sister was and knew that they had enough time to themselves before morning came.

They dropped Elsa to sleep on the floor and turned off the light; Thad lay tucked in their midst. 

Within minutes of them telling each other goodnight and settling in their respective spots, Thad felt arms on either side of him rubbing his arms, caressing his body. The room was dark but enough light filtered in through the curtains. He felt like one caught in dream. A sweet sort of dream that would only be fulfilling, even his cock was responding to it as both hands converged on that spot. Legs crossed on top of his. A face appeared from his right—Constance—and covered his face with a deep kiss. Seconds later the face gave way for another face—Hilda—to apply the same set of lips to his. 

Constance got up from the bed and went and turned on the room's lights. "You two go on ahead, let me watch for a while," she said. she removed her t-shirt and shorts, her full breasts looking heavy and erect, and sat on the edge of the bed playing with her tits and rubbing her clit while her sister and her lover got busy with each other. 

Hilda jumped on top of Thad, grateful for the freedom her sister had just granted her. Their lips clashed with they kicked the sheets off their feet; their hands struggled to rip each other's shirt from their bodies. Thad ripped her shirt off her chest, watched her tits tumbled before his eyes and pulled her towards him. His mouth grasped her left breasts while his hands squeezed and fondled her buttocks. He gave her butt cheeks several hard slaps as if testing their durability in his hand. It made Hilda moan further and spurred her to wrap an arm around his head, pressing it against her chest, with his mouth still glued to sampling her breasts one after the other. She reached a hand behind to grasp his erection that was pressing against his shorts, struggling for air space. Constance came forward and pulled his shorts down his thighs. 

His erection sprung out and jerked against the backside of Hilda's upper thigh. Constance stroked his cock, let its pre-cum rub on her hand, and spat on its knobbed head. An idea then occurred to her and she went to look in the fridge. She took out one of the bottles of beer and opened it and took a swig off it. She sampled more in her mouth then returned to the bed and poured some of it down on Thad's cock. Thad wasn't expecting that and jerked from the wetness; this made Constance chuckle with excitement. Constance brought her mouth down on his cock's head and was busy sucking him while he went on playing with Hilda's tits. Hilda came off from him and now both sisters licked their tongue over his shaft, both of them taking turns at sucking him. Thad caressed their blonde hair and couldn't stop jerking his thigh, pressing his cock into each woman's mouth. 

Constance couldn't stop humming in her throat as she kissed the foreskin of his cock, her nostrils flaring from inhaling his exquisite manly scent. "Such a lovely cock," she purred.

"Hmmm ... got a lovely scent to it, too," remarked Hilda who was busy pulling at his balls.

"I thought you wouldn't notice," laughed Constance.

Hilda looked up at Thad's writhing form and said, "You know, he's going to want to eat some pussy soon."

"How about it, darling," Constance asked him, indicating her with her hand by slapping it against her vagina. "You want to eat this pussy I brought back with me from Paris?"

"Bitch, you'd best get that pussy over here before I get mad," replied Thad.

Hilda moved aside for her sister to scramble up the bed and plant her pussy on her lover's face. Hilda looked up from her cock-sucking workout and watched Constance's butt press down on Thad's chin. His tongue stuck out his mouth and slipped between her pussy lips. Constance held onto the bed's headboard while her body shook and quivered from the erupting ecstasy she was succumbing it to. She shut her eyes and moaned as his tongue kept on exploring the rich, wet cavity that was her pussy. She loved it whenever he licked her pussy; all through her flight back from Paris it had been one of the pressing images in her mind she couldn't shake herself from, and now here it was happening to her just as she'd always wanted it to. The sharp slip of his tongue sent waves of delight travelling up her spine, flooding ever vein and artery of her heart and all the way to her brain with exploding synaptic tingles. Thad brought his hand over her thighs and fingered her clit while his face remained buried under her. 

Constance felt her body become stiff as if she'd just been hit with a massive volt of electricity and suddenly every part of her began to shake. She gasped as a solid orgasm raced through her body and would have slipped off Thad had his hands not been holding her waistline. He too felt himself stiffen and grunt severely as he too shot his load of cum all the way down Hilda's throat. She knelt over him, rubbing her clit while she sucked and swallowed every trace of white semen he had to offer. When she had stroked his cock to emptiness, she came and helped her sister off Thad's face. Thad lay there and watched both sisters play with each other. Hilda had her face buried between Constance's pussy and was slurping her tongue over her labia with frantic excitement. Constance had never experienced such type of delight before but reacted just as expectantly as one would when caught in such moments. She caressed her sister's head and raised her legs higher above her head. Thad came over and kissed her passionately, then moved down to sucking on her tits. Constance couldn't fight back the influx of another orgasm that came to her at just the right moment in time.

Thad got off the bed and came behind Hilda's buttocks that now faced him, loving the way her pussy opened before his eyes, winking at him. Thad was getting hard again and didn't even need to stroke his cock for it to become turgid once more. He fell to his knees and pressed his nose and lips against Hilda's butt, slurping his tongue up and down her pussy's gash; he inserted his finger and afterwards added another finger into her rectum and fucked her both ways while his lips kept on feasting on her cunt. Hilda moaned in reply, her moans went even higher when she felt her anus being invaded. Her moans went almost in rhythm with her sister's wanton cries. Thad got back to his feet and slapped his cock against her ass cheeks then let it find the right opening to her pussy. It slipped inside and he gave it a sure thrust just to be sure. 

"Oh shit!" Hilda cried out at the same time grabbed hold of her sister's thighs as she felt the impact of Thad's cock its way inside her. She continued eating her sister's pussy but the salvo of pounding she was getting from behind prevented her from taking advantage of such. Thad dipped a finger once again into her asshole and fucked her in tandem, slapping her butt cheeks when he could. Constance pulled off from her and came off the bed to marvel at the sight of Thad's cock disappearing halfway inside her and pulling back out again with her cum stains. She grasped her sister's ass cheeks and pushed them backwards each time Thad pulled off from her; the sight was making wet all over again. 

"Hold on, let me suck it," she indicated at Thad's prick. Thad retrieved his cock from Hilda's cunt and she gave a sighing moan as he pulled out of her. Constance fell to her knees and sucked her lover's cock with satisfying joy. She licked off every trace of her sister's cum juice and when she was done took hold of her shaft and guided the head back into her sister's expanded cunt. 

"Your turn!" Thad said to her and deftly pushed Hilda aside and grabbed Constance's arm and brought her forward on the bed. 

Constance fell on her back and kicked her feet high up. Thad sank his hands under her buttocks and raised her a few inches from the bed. Hilda, knowing what was about to happen, grabbed two of the bed pillows and set them under her sister's ass cheeks. Constance grasped Thad's prick which rested over her pubic region and pushed it backward to find her own well awaiting warm hole. Thad brought his hands to her thighs and pulled her towards him as he thrust his cock inside her. Constance squeezed her face in pain and groaned aloud from the contact of his cock's head pushing all the way towards her cervix. 

"Ohh fuck!" she cried out and beat her hands on the bed. At first there was hurting pain, but that dissipated in the next couple of seconds as warming pleasure took over where the pain left off and she opened her eyes to stare at her lover. "Oh shit! Ohh fuck me, darling! I'm all yours ... just fuck me!"

Thad grunted at the same time held tight to her thighs and for the next couple of minutes pounded his cock into her pussy like he always enjoyed doing. His rhythm was hard and fast. Constance's tits shook and jiggled over her chest and she couldn't stop moaning from the bout of fucking she was getting. Hilda bit on her tits and every once in a while Thad pulled out his cock and grabbed her head with force and choked her mouth with his cock for a couple of seconds before returning it back into Constance's pussy. Hilda licked her tongue over Constance's puckered rectum and just like Thad, she inserted her fore-finger inside and fucked her ass that way while Thad went on being busy with fucking her pussy. A while later she took off her finger and licked it.




The Devil Owns the Night Ch. 07



Thad pushed the women aside and jumped on the bed. He rolled over to be on his backside and asked which of them would love to ride him first. As it was Hilda whom he had begun with, she raised her hand and came forward. She straddled him and reached a hand down between her legs and inserted the head of his cock into its rightful place. She bucked her thighs forward and within seconds was riding him into frenzy, her hair fluttered every which way as she bounced hard on him. She muttered a gasp each time she brought her body down hard on him. She leaned forward and offered her tits to his mouth and grabbed the headboard and worked her ass over his cock like a deranged slut would. Thad caught each of her tits with his lips and squeezed her nipples, careful not to bite them. He held her by the waistline and each time slammed her down hard on his cock. He felt wetness down between his balls and looked and saw Constance lying forward sucking on his testicles and licking the trail of cum that oozed from her sister's cunt. 

"You love fucking this cock, don't you?" Thad grunted the question at Hilda.

"Uhhh ... yeah!" she moaned. "I just love fucking your black cock!"

"You always missing my cock so much ... I'm gonna turn you into my sex slave pretty soon!"

"I can't wait!" she cried between moaning frenzy. "Ohhh God ... I can't wait!"

He brought his feet together in a 'V' shape and held her ass cheeks in his hands and began firing his cock rapidly into her pussy. His thighs slapped against the bottom of her ass cheeks, making her buttocks bounce each time his shaft pounded her pussy hard. Hilda unleashed a torrent of screams and she pressed herself down on Thad's face, her face contorted in a rictus of pain, her body shook from the onslaught she was receiving. Thaddeus fucked her like she was a rag doll, uncaring about her cries which seemed to multiply in his ears. Constance came forward and without thinking kissed her sister's lips, hoping that would stem down her moaning cries. Hilda climaxed suddenly and Thad pushed her off him when he was done with her. Constance took off her sister's departed spot and her lover's cock went into her gaping hole easy like a stick into mud. He allowed Constance to ride him just as easy as she wanted while he recuperated from the grunting bout he'd gone through with Hilda who still lay beside them gasping and rubbing her clit as if it were on fire. Once in while Constance rode and bounced her ass over his cock, letting her pussy slip halfway over his shaft then pulling back up again, undulating her moans with his thrusts. 

"This is such a wonderful cock," she muttered half to herself, her eyes half closed to the pleasure she was having. "Ohhh ... Awwhhhh ... fucking good cock!"

Thad did the same action he'd done to her sister: brought his feet together and started pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Constance felt his cock pushing all the way into her chest and almost fell forward and had to grab the headboard to hold herself back. Her tits shook and bounced over Thaddeus's face in rhythm with the bout of fucking she was getting. In the midst of things, Thad wrapped his arms around her and turned her over to his side away from Hilda. He brought himself on top, laid one of her legs on his shoulder and the other cocked over his elbow.

His cock slipped out of her pussy. Quickly he grabbed hold of it and thrust it back into her. Constance screamed once again but Thad buried her lips with kisses and was moving only his buttocks muscles, thrusting every inch of his prick in and out of her. Along the line her leg came off his shoulder and now he lay on top and was slamming down hard on her. Constance wrapped her arms and legs around him for dear life and cried from the punishing he was giving her pussy. Hilda came behind Thad and she tried desperately to lick her tongue between the centre parting of his butt cheeks. She grasped his balls and tugged at them, feeling the heat that was expanding in there as he kept on fucking Constance. At one time she too urged him to keep fucking her ... keep fucking her hard.

Thaddeus was nearing the precipice; he could feel his moment of climax building inside his balls. His face was grimy with sweat; each thrust he made into his woman's pussy came with an explosive grunt from deep in his chest. He nearly pulled her up from the bed as his body tensed and he felt his load escape from his prick and fill her pussy cavity. Constance squeezed her pussy muscles involuntarily, and Thad groaned from it and goose bumps broke on his flesh as he felt more of his load of cum ejaculate from his prick to become one with her inner self. 

They fell back on the bed. Hilda came forward, pushed her sister's legs apart and was busy sucking his cum out of her pussy. When she was done, she went and laid on Thad's other side, licking his cum off her lips.

"Will this night ever end?" asked Constance, running her hand over her lover's chest.

"Tomorrow's some hours away," said Thad.

"Too bad about that," said Hilda who got up and went and turned off the room's lights.