23 comments/ 46861 views/ 165 favorites By Demon's Driven By: xelliebabex Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors have accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one week from today. Disclaimer: Because part of the fun of this challenge is the secrecy of the partners I would like to ask that readers and fellow authors alike refrain from posting their guesses in the comments section as we would like the scoring to be as fair as possible. By Demon's Driven As he had when he first met her, he wondered what the cute little freckle faced reporter would be like in bed. She could be the quiet one you had to watch out for, but her demeanor was always defensive and right now she was standing as if she had a pole up her ass. JD smiled at the thought she could probably use a good long pole up her ass. The cameraman nodded and adjusting the camera on his shoulder pointed it at him. She turned to face him and holding the microphone up began speaking "This is Molly Malone coming to you live from..." she stopped when he put his hand over the microphone. "This isn't live, it's not even eleven." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under, but when she spoke she sounded calm. "You're a smart man JD, I'll give you that. But this will be on the news tonight." "Course it will." He was still holding the mic. "How did you get this gig? The real reporters sick? Or are you here chasing your own story?" "You'll find out soon enough." She replied remaining every inch the professional despite being in such close proximity to a man whom she could almost smell sex emanating from. "Okay." He removed his hand from the mic and glancing to his side took several steps along the wall of the building so he was standing in front of the sign painted there that could be seen from the highway. "What's the matter, Mr. Walker, you don't want to speak to me?" she asked following him. "Nice touch!" he laughed, "I like that one, good for you Molly." Turning to face her he smiled, "But no, I was just trying to get out of the sight of my fan club. You know I always have time for the press." "Speaking of your fan club Mr. Walker, it must concern you that Reverend Knox has turned his attention to you." "His attention doesn't concern me. Having his people vandalize my billboard does." "That's an assumption, Mr. Walker." "JD, please, I mean we go way back right?" he smirked, reminding her again of her past failure. "I'd rather keep this about current events." She told him curtly, but with a slight toss of her head that made him want to laugh. "You can't prove it is the reverend's followers that are responsible." "No, Molly, I mean Miss Malone. I cannot prove it, which is frustrating because I know it's them, know it here." He tapped his chest, "But I just can't prove it. You know how that feels, don't you?" She stared at him for a moment, but maintained her composure and let it go. "Back to my initial question, Knox managed to get Cheaters shut down by calling attention to the illegal and unsavory acts that went on there. So now that he is calling out The Devil's Playground, you must be worried." Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall he shrugged, "Look if using my name will get Knox in the paper and make him relevant then by all means I'm willing to help him out." "The reverend is relevant enough to get people's attention Mr. Walker. He and his followers are adamant about cleaning up this city and he is starting with the sex industry, especially prostitution and..." "Miss Malone if you use the word prostitution again it best have the word alleged in front of it. If it doesn't, not only will this interview end, but I will contact my attorney to discuss a libel suit to be filed against you and your network. Understood?" "I..." she swallowed hard, "My apologies. But where there is smoke there is fire and..." "Miss Malone The Devil's Playground is an adult entertainment club. A fully legal, fully licensed, club. I am a business owner and a member of the chamber of commerce like most other businesses. I pay a lot of taxes to this state as well as donate to charitable causes." "Be that s it may..." What the hell was she doing she asked herself She no longer cared what happened in his club unless it concerned Knox. Yet his arrogance kept her here arguing points with him as if he was the sole purpose for her being there. "There is a separation of church and state last I looked at the constitution, Miss Malone. The good Reverend has the right to his religious beliefs, but what his people are doing is harassing my clients and my employees based on religious beliefs and that's illegal. The state will not back the bible in court, it will back the law." "So you feel you have nothing to hide?" "Nothing and the state's been involved in this witch hunt before now haven't they?" "Yes." She replied evenly. "And perhaps they did not dig far enough or are your contributions are more political then charitable." She couldn't help herself, the arrogance of this man was galling to her and she continued to bait him. "That's a strong accusation and another possible law suit." He pointed at the cameraman, "Are you really filming this?" "I am." He said, "And we're not afraid of your threats." "A word of advice my friend," JD addressed him, "I would watch how far you let Miss Malone lead you by your dick. She knows what can happen when you talk about things you can't back up, don't you?" "Reverend Knox came here to clean up this state Mr. Walker and according to many, you're club is one of the biggest blemishes in it." "It is?" he smiled, "I see. Well I'll tell you what Miss Malone you and the good reverend are not doing your cause any justice." "It's not my cause, I am just stating the facts according to Knox's latest press release, which did not come from me by the way." She couldn't help the sound of derision that crept into her voice as she spoke about Knox. "How do you see another lawsuit?" "I see the people of god defacing my property and see them harassing paying customers trying to enter a legitimate business, but most of all what I see is publicity. The more the good people call out what a sinner I am and all the sleazy things that go on here the more men are going to look at their wives and say, "That's disgusting" then come down here to see what the fuss is about." "No they are..." He had cut her off again making her even more determined not to let him win this war of words. "And your little interview which may or may not be being done with the stations approval? If it airs then all you did was give me five minutes of prime time exposure standing in front of my sign." She frowned and began to speak, but once again covering the microphone JD leaned in close to her and spoke softly. "Do yourself a favor Molly and let this go. You didn't get me the first time, you won't get me this time and no pious fraud will get me either. Just forget the past, learn your lesson and move on." "You know nothing of my past," she mumbled under her breath, but he was standing close enough to hear her and cocked an eyebrow at her. Quickly recovering she went back to the argument at hand. "You're too arrogant to keep dodging the truth JD." She pointed out towards the parking lot. I don't believe in Knox as a minister, or even that he is a man with any redeeming qualities, but he is powerful and has a lot of connections. I won't be the one to bring you down, truthfully, I don't care enough. My job is simply to report the facts, and I will be reporting the facts on both sides of this little war you and Knox have declared on each other." "Hell hath no fury." JD sighed dramatically. "I just hope you're ready to bury Knox when he gets caught with the skeletons that are hanging in his closet. Probably has a guy waiting for him at home right now, dressed in latex with a ball gag in his mouth. Guys like me? We are what we are? Knox? They're all liars." "Oh so Saint JD now is it? You never lie? You're lying every time you say nothing goes on in that club besides lap dances. You know it, I know it, shit half the city knows it!" She paused and looked at him. "I would be just as satisfied to see Knox go down, but at this moment my bet would be on you." "I always satisfy when I go down," the smirk returned, "Do you?" "I won't dignify that with a comment." But a sparkle entered her eyes that she could not hide from the man scrutinizing her and a warm sensation flowed through her at the visual of her kneeling before him. "Bet you've heard that one plenty. But seeing I don't hold grudges, let me give you some advice." "What's that?" He reached out and before she could pull away ran his fingers along her hair. "Do yourself a favor and let your hair down." "That your preference in women?" Why did she ask that, why the fuck would she care? Her mind raged at her silently. "No, but your ears stick out a little, not a lot, but a little and you have a long neck, wearing your hair down will cover that." He shrugged, "Or tape your ears back." She glared at him and looked like she was going to retort, but spinning on her heel began to walk away. "Hey, Molly!" he called. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "That was a great piece you did on the pot holes on Main Street! I found it riveting!" His derisive laugh followed her as she walked towards the protestors. She had wasted too much time talking to that arrogant prick instead of focusing on the man she planned to see brought to justice. Molly barged into the throng towards the good Reverend shadowed by the huge form of Joe. Curious as to what the reporer was doing, Jimmy, who was standing in a protective stance blocking the entry as JD entered, nodded to him and left his position to see what she was doing in there with the Jesus freaks. "So Reverend Knox, don't you think being here today is a little hypocritical?" She deliberately spoke in the accent she had worked so hard to lose the last few years. She saw Joe give her a strange look, but didn't care. She had avoided meeting Knox head on before she had the protection of the mic in her hand and the cameraman behind her. She smiled sweetly at the nervous expression on his face. "I don't think we have ever met my child," Knox's voice wavered and his brain worked feverishly. This was the third time she had shown up at his protests. Could she possibly be from Alabama? Her accent was mild, but still present and he hadn't realized she was with the media. His expression turned to a thoughtful frown of non-recognition. "How disappointing that you don't remember me, perhaps I should remind you of what happened when we last saw each other...?" The sweet smile was still plastered on her face. "Miss Malone I think you may have me mistaken for someone else?" he leaned close to her ear to snarl the words in a whisper. "You will only hurt yourself if you continue to stalk me in this manner" Molly didn't bother to lower her voice at all, "Whatever do you mean, reverend Knox?" she painted a picture of pure innocence across her face making him lick his lips and fidget with his tie. Spying Jimmy hovering at the edge of the crowd Knox shifted the focus away from himself. "There's the whore master!" he yelled to his followers who all started yelling slogans and jeers in the direction of the club searching for JD Walker and only seeing Jimmy walking towards the entrance. As soon as attention was focused elsewhere Knox moved away from the camera and Molly, toward the waiting vehicles. He spoke briefly to his assistant who nodded and walked back toward her. "If you keep harrassing Reverend Knox in this way he will file a restraining order against you and have you arrested the next time you try this," the assistant said sternly. "I'd like to see that," Molly sneered, but satisfied that she had put the fear of God into the reverend she surrendered and turned back towards her van. Jimmy was unable to hear any of the exchange, but had seen the look on Knox's face. She knew something and Jimmy walked back inside to find JD and tell him what he saw. By Demon's Driven "That'll be the day I sneak into my own club." He replied while taking a sharp right turn next to a bus that was making the same turn. The Firebird flew past the nose of the bus narrowly missing the front of it and causing the startled bus driver to slam on his breaks. JD grinned at the sight of the red faced driver shaking his fist at him and put his hand up in a friendly wave. "I know, but these newer people are different. The first ones were quiet they. Some of the new freaks are getting more aggressive, they're starting to call the girls and the customer's names. I think there's going to be trouble." "Then let there be. If they start something it discredits them." "But someone might get hurt." She sighed over the speakers and he immediately recalled how many times she'd sighed, moaned and occasionally screamed in his ear in years they'd known each other. "The girls are getting nervous." "Starting tomorrow we bring all the bouncers in every day. We'll have them walk the girls in." "That's going to be a lot of overtime." "I know, but it's worth it. Besides," he laughed, "Those freaks from the big easy paid us more money last weekend then we usually make in a month. We have it." "That was a wild weekend." She laughed. "Haven't seen you pressed into service like that in a long time." "Or you." He smiled, "It was something seeing you getting into the mix. Hell, there was a point you had one in each end. Never thought I'd see that again." "Money talks honey and that was a lot of money." She laughed, "Besides they had damn near wore most of the girls out, I had to take it for the team." "The team appreciates it." "It was worth seeing you so tired you had to quit." "Yeah well when you're pouring cold water on your cock to stop it from burning you know you're done. Have to take care of the main thing, you know?" "Speaking of, take care of yourself on the way in JD," she paused. "I know how you feel about people like that and why, so you know, be careful and don't you give them what they want." "Yes, mom." Over the speaker he heard a loud knock and Miranda said, "Gotta go JD someone needs me." "See you in a few, Miranda." The call ended and the Firebird filled with the heavy sexy beat of Nine Inch Nails "Closer" "I want to fuck you from the inside!" he sang along as he took the corner, "I want to..." he stopped when he saw the billboard he had replaced three days ago was covered with the words "Be not lead into temptation" JD felt a hot flash of rage flow through him and slowed the car down as he drove towards the club to give himself a minute to let it fade. "A dish best served cold." He whispered. When he reached the club he saw Miranda wasn't kidding there were at least a dozen more and several of them were younger than the original crowd. Cruising past he noticed the signs were no longer just scripture based, but featured pictures people burning in hell and one with a picture of a woman's face with cold sores and the words "And will you bring her disease back home to your wife?" "Bet you would if it was free you fucking loser." He said, pulling his car alongside the club. A movement in the side mirror caught his eye and he saw two of them walking towards him and all of them watching. Opening the glove compartment, JD removed the skeleton .45 encased in its holster. Leaning forward in the seat he tucked it into the back of his pants and pulled his shirt over it. He exited the Firebird and looked down at his black snakeskin boots. The tips were steel that he had painted black so it wouldn't gleam and give away what they were made of. "Don't give them what they want." He told himself before turning to walk around to the front of the club. "Hey whoremaster." One of the men called out, "Do you like destroying families?" Knowing he shouldn't, but unable to help it, JD stopped and stared at the man who'd spoken. He was dressed in a stained t-shirt and worn jeans. He was on the thinner side and unshaven. JD's eyes narrowed at the sight of the letters FTW tattooed on his neck. He was an ex-con; no doubt another criminal who conveniently found God in prison to try to get early parole. "Do you like harassing people?" JD asked him removing a camel from the pack in his shirt pocket and lighting it. "Specifically women?" "You ruin those women." The man said stepping closer to him. "They..." "Dance and get paid well for it." He replied. "Nothing wrong with working for a living, maybe you should try it sometime." The man gave him a dirty look, but before he could speak another one, this one a tall black man built like an ox and also sporting gang tats up and down his arms said, "You ruin families, how does that make you feel?" "No, if a married man comes that's his business. No one is forced to come here my friend." He shrugged "And if there is a problem with him being here that's between him and his wife, not me or my employees." "So you don't care that your filthy whores are spreading diseases? We do, we're tired of your sin and...." "Oh, please." He'd had enough of this crap, "You're thugs, not church goers and probably paid to intimidate the people coming here so do yourselves a favor and leave or should I have the police come down here and run your names?" The thin guy started to step forward, but the larger man held him by his arm. "We're here for the reverend. He helped us when we needed it, who have you ever helped whoremaster?" "Myself. No one else was going to do it." Taking a drag on the cigarette he blew a smoke ring into the face of the thinner one. "You want to hang around here fine, I see you harass anyone coming in here I'll have you sent back to your boyfriends in the joint." "You piece of..." "I thought you Christians were supposed to turn the other cheek?" JD smiled, "Or are you as phony as I think you are?" "I..." Once again the thinner man looked as if he were going to take the bait, but the other one put his arm across his chest and with a phony smile said, "God bless you Mr. Walker. There's still time to save your soul." "Good boy." JD nodded, "Make sure Massa Knox pays you extra for playing a good part." The man glared at him and JD saw his body tense, but he relaxed and stepped back, making an 'after you' gesture towards the club. JD walked slowly past him and forced himself not to look over his shoulder. He knew he was right. Knox was bringing in trouble makers to start a fight. He would have to make sure that Jimmy told the bouncers not to swing first and under all circumstances stay within range of the parking lot cameras and get the protestors swinging first. When he reached the entrance several of the original crew was standing there leaning on their signs. "You like turning young girls into whores?" "You corrupt the innocent!" "Lust is one of the seven deadly sins!" JD stopped and closed his eyes as another voice, a drunken slurred one from long ago, bellowed in his mind, "You're mother is a sinning whore and I'll beat her sin from you!" He heard the distinct sound of a belt striking flesh and a child crying out in pain. Opening his eyes, JD stared at the protestors in front of him. "John Chapter Eight verse Seven." He called out. When they looked at each other, he shook his head disgustedly and spoke in a loud voice. "But when they persisted in asking Him, He straightened up, and said to them, He who is without sin among you let him be the first to throw a stone at her. Jesus stopped them with those words. Yet here you are doing the same thing." He waved his hand at them, "No wonder they killed him, no one likes hypocrisy pointed out to them." None of them said anything, but one of them picked up their sign and tucking it under their arm walked away. "Maybe the rest of you should try reading your bible instead of just thumping it." He gave a mock bow and turning to the door of the club added, "And thanks for coming, you're getting me free advertising." JD entered the club looking over his shoulder to make sure none of them attempted to follow them. He grunted in surprise when he walked into a wall. He staggered back and shook his head when he saw the wall was human. Grinning down at him from his six foot six height, Jim laughed, "Watch out little man." Jimmy was bald and wore a gold stud in each ear earning him the nickname-behind his back of course-of Mr. Clean. He was a former wrestler whose career had ended with a bad landing from a top rope that required three operations to completely repair his right knee. In spite of his appearance he was surprisingly good natured, but had love for fighting that made him perfect for his position as the Playgrounds cooler. "I won't be so little when I cave in your knee and you're looking up at me." "The fruitcakes got you riled up JD?" "I...yeah, they're starting to piss me off." "I think we should bring everyone through the back." "No." JD disagreed, "If no one enters they'll know there's another way in. Only certain clients use that. All the guys are coming in everyday until this ends." "Okay." Jim crossed his heavily tattooed arms over his barrel chest and JD swore those arms were the size of his thighs. "And Miranda said not to do anything unless they put their hands on one of the girls." "Right. I'm going to make a call to a friend. There's more of these asshats everyday, I think we should have a cop here." "Miranda called, they said no." "What?" "That's what she said." "Where is Miranda?" "She's in the back helping two other girls verbally humiliate some rich prick while one of the guys fucks him in the ass." "A day like any other." JD said. Jimmy paused then released a loud laugh and slapped him on the arm so hard he almost knocked him over. "Life is good, JD!" "Because we make it that way, those assholes?" he pointed towards the door "They're the ones people should feel bad for. Living by rules created by some idiot that could care less if they lived or died." "Hey, man I believe in God." "That's okay, Jim, everyone has their faults." JD winked and Jimmy laughed, then through a quick punch at his arm. This time JD blocked his arm and moving faster than Jim could react drove the fingers of his right hand at his throat. He stopped with the tips a quarter inch from his windpipe and said, "Speed kills, big boy." He laughed flicking Jimmy in the neck. "So do guns." Jimmy muttered behind his back as he headed into the main room. The club was slow this time of day and the only employees were the bartenders and waitresses bustling about cleaning and setting up the tables and chairs for a large private party that would be held in the far corner stage. JD crossed the room at an angle and climbing the steps walked across one of the stages. On a whim he took several running steps, and threw himself at the pole. Catching it, he lifted his legs and spun around several times. Holding the pole tightly he grunted with effort and brought his legs up over his head. He remained there, muscles bulging while remaining upside down. Clamping his thighs around the pole he let his arms drop. He remained hanging there for several seconds before placing his hands on the floor and flipping onto his feet. He turned at the sound of clapping to see Miranda standing in the doorway that led to the back half of the club. "Nice job!" she laughed, "Hey we have a bachelorette party tomorrow night, want to perform?" "I'm retired." He said, walking towards her. "Oh, come on, it would be like the old days! What was one of the songs you used to dance to "Macho, Macho man! I want to be a Macho Man!" Miranda broke into a series of old style disco moves while she sang and he couldn't help laughing at her. "Okay, but only if you do it with me." "I don't have anything those girls want to see."' "Depends on the girl" he told her as he walked up to her, "But I can tell you there isn't a guy out there who wouldn't want what you have." He wasn't blowing smoke, Miranda was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping with. Her smooth mocha skin was flawless and her long black hair-that she paid to be straightened on a regular basis-fell to the small of her back. Miranda was from Cape Verde and her features, especially her dark eyes had an exotic look to them. She was petite, with a pair of perfectly perky little tits with the most delicious looking chocolate colored nipples he'd ever seen. Her legs were long and powerfully built from years of dancing and her heart shaped ass was hard enough that she could probably crack a walnut with it. Like JD, Miranda had started early, first the hard way, walking the streets for a sadistic pimp after running away from home, but eventually becoming a paid escort through an agency as well as stripping. She had moved to New Orleans where she began working in a brothel and was trained as a dominatrix. JD had met her when the two of them attended a sex party down in Jacksonville hosted by a wealthy film maker and they were picked to fuck in front of over forty people. After the party he had found her out on the patio and after talking for awhile went back to his room and fucked like animals for the rest of the weekend. JD had traveled to her brothel and watched her in action several times and when he had gotten the loan to open the playground a few years later he flew down and made her an offer that made his accountant piss his pants, but one Miranda couldn't refuse. Although her official title was manager, JD gave her a small percentage of the take in addition to her salary and had given her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted. It was a lot, but paid off when several clubs, including Paddles in New York had tried to woo her from him. The letting her do as she chose, more than the money, was what had kept her with him. Tired of performing like a trick monkey as she put it, Miranda had gone into full control mode. These days a lot of her clients didn't even sleep with her, but rather endured her torments and settled for the honor of cumming on her feet from a hand job or sometimes having to do it themselves. That had made it all the more hotter experience to see her toss aside her air of control last weekend and just cut loose and fuck like a wildcat. Not that he didn't get that from her on a fairly regular basis, but watching her with someone else was damn hot. "Oh pillow talk before bed?" She winked, "Is that foreplay for you?" "I've been told I waggle my tongue pretty well." "That you do." When he reached her, she looked around to see no one was looking and gave him a quick kiss, "And it will have to wag this morning we have a couple of issues." "Besides Jehovah's retards out there?" "Them too, we'll talk in your office" They walked the through the doorway and into the back. Miranda was wearing a simple white tank top and short white skirt that was a sexy contrast to her dark skin. As she usually was she was barefoot and JD let his eyes wander up and down her legs as he followed her to his office. The back of the club featured a large open area that contained three small stages, two queen's chairs, a pair of stockades and several Saint Andrews crosses along the walls. The space was lined with doors leading to the dozen private rooms that consisted of a bed and a table lined with an arsenal of sex toys and devices. On a good weekend there were times people were waiting for an available room and girl or guy to please them. The two rooms at each end of the long space contained he and Miranda's offices. As she went into his and he began to walk in after her he stopped and cocked his head. He could hear someone crying softly from the room to his right and someone else talking in a soothing tone. "Hey, what's going on there?" "That's one of the problems." Miranda had walked over and sat in the large plush chair in front of his desk and as he sat behind the desk, she threw her legs up over the arms of the chair, exposing the fact she was wearing nothing under the skirt. "That's little distracting." "Oh," she laughed. "I wasn't thinking." She let her leg slip from the chair and sat up. "What's going on?" "Two things and...." "Wait." He raised his hand, "Jim said you called our contact and they won't send anyone?" "Nope." She shook her head. "Said they have to sit this one out. Knox is no joke JD, that prick has someone inside." "How can that be? What's he bribe them with, communion wafers?" "I don't know. What I know is that it's not enough to get them after us, but enough they're hanging back." "Knox is bringing in thugs. The guys out there aren't church members they're gang bangers." "Knox had a big prison ministry down in Alabama. Some of his people followed him and he's been teaching Bible studies at Cedar junction for the last four years." Miranda explained, "I think they're legit followers, but wolves amongst the sheep. I'm sure they'll get dirty soon." "They were trying to egg me on out there." He leaned back in the chair. "There's going to be a fight soon. I told the guys not to hit first." "Either way that causes press and this won't be the good kind." She sat back and put her bare feet on his desk. JD stared at the pink soles of her feet and despite the seriousness of the situation had the desire to lean over and lick them. That must have shown on his face because Miranda pulled her feet from the desk, "Really, JD?" "Sex is my vice." He grinned. "Well if you want to keep that vice paying for itself, pay attention." "I always pay attention. I'll make a call myself." "Do it soon we had three appointments cancel this morning. People are getting nervous." "Three?" "Yes and two already for tomorrow and the strippers take was down twenty percent the last two nights. People are backing off, even the regular crowd that just comes for the front of the club. Knox is getting what he wants." "I'll put..." "Higgins is already on him, he's drawing blanks so far." "Tell him we pay him well enough to find Jimmy fucking Hoffa he should be able to dig up some dirt on a sleazy minister." "Why do you think he's dirty JD? Why don't you think he can be sincere? I'm not saying I believe in his shit, but there are people who are genuine." "He's...they all are." He said softly, "Everyone of those god touting bible wielding sacks of shit are into something. He's no different. We'll find something on him and back him down." "And if we don't? JD if this keeps up in a month we may not have half of what we have now. You might have to cut back and if you lose money and can't pay who we pay then we might just lose that little cushion we have and..." "I have Senator Wilson on tape sucking off three black men. I'm sure his wife would love that." "JD you expose one client they will all leave us. They won't trust us." She frowned "I know you hate people like Knox, but you need to handle this the way you do everything else. Cold and calculated. Now..." "What's the other problems?" he asked irritably, "We'll come back to that." "Tammy. That's who is upset in the other room, she..." "The boyfriend." "Yeah. He did a number on her and she came here first thing this morning. He tried to follow her, but Jim told him if he set foot in the club he'd break his legs." JD rubbed at his eyes and nodded. "Send her in." "You want me to stay?" "No. I'll take care of it." He sighed, "Besides you know the routine." "Right, no one can know." she rolled her eyes. "Don't worry JD your name is, and always will be, synonymous with asshole." "Good to hear." Miranda got up and left the room and a moment later there was a soft knock on the door. JD took a deep breath and closing his eyes whispered, "The past is gone, I can help the present" opening his eyes he called out, "Come in" By Demon's Driven The door opened and Tammy came walking in with her head down. Tammy was one of the back room girls who because of her petite build, small tits and childlike features made a lot of money with guys who wanted to play daddy or just lusted for young girls. At twenty one, Tammy looked six years younger and more than suited their tastes without them getting in any trouble. JD noticed she was limping and saw a huge bruise on her upper thigh just under her shorts. The bruise had the distinct shape of a boot and he felt his temple begin to throb. When Tammy reached the desk she lifted her head. JD caught a glimpse of her face and turned away. But even that quick glance burned into his mind. The left eye completely swollen shut, the split lips and the purple finger marks around her neck. "JD,...I....I need your help.". He looked down at his hands on the desk and saw them trembling. "Miranda told me." He said and reaching into his drawer removed a bottle of Cuervo and two shot glasses. He kept his eyes averted from her until he poured a shot and downed it. He poured a second one and held it out to her. "No. I...I feel sick." JD took the second shot and felt the tequila burn a trail down his throat and into his roiling insides. Carefully putting the glass down he looked at her, his gaze meeting her open blue eye. The fact she looked so young made her visage even harder to take, but when he spoke he was calm. "Brad?" "Y...yeah, he....I wouldn't give him the money I made last night and he..." "Tammy this isn't the first time." "I know, but..." "I told you to get away from him, we all did." "I....he promised he'd be good to me!" She began sobbing and he went back to staring at the desk. "And he was, but he....went out and got some coke then he wanted more, I said no and he started hitting me and wouldn't stop...I...begged and...." "Please!" A woman's voice echoed in his head, "Please stop! Please not in front of him!" "Stop." He said softly. "I can see what he did to you." "JD I...I left Colorado to come here. I...I don't have any family and nowhere to go!" "Tammy you make what; six, seven hundred a night here right?" "I...I do, but..." "And work four nights a week. Where the hell does your money go?" "He takes it! E...even if I found a place to go he'll find me! He...he's crazy JD he gets coked up and he....he'll kill me if I run." "Tammy I tell you and all the people who work here that we're family." He forced himself to look into her ruined face. "We're pretty dysfunctional, but what family isn't? And in this family I'm the big brother. I can make your life hell when I need to, but if I can there's nothing I won't do to help." "I...have nowhere to go and I'm scared." Sliding his drawer open, JD shuffled the contents around until he found a business card. Grabbing a pen he wrote the number and name of a friend on it and slid it over to her. "This is a friend of mine. He owns two apartment complexes downtown he always has a few open for friends who need favors. You tell him I told you to call and that you work for me. You'll have a place by tomorrow." "Those places are expensive." "Without your drug addled loser boyfriend stealing from you, you can afford it." "But don't they want..." "Rent is two grand a month and he looks for first and security. I will pay that for you to get you set up." "I...I'll pay you back! I promise JD I'll..." "You will pay me back, but not in cash." "You want me to you know," she grinned through her split lips, "Take care of you?" "No." he shook his head. "We have rules here, remember? Before we get to how you pay me back, you can't work looking like that." "I could wear a mask! I could..." "No you'll take a couple of weeks off and get your place set up and get your shit together." "I can't afford that!" "I'll look at what you average a week and pay you that upfront. That you'll pay me back by working an extra night for a month, fair?" "Yes.., thank you!" "Now for your repayment of the apartment and the money to get into it. I want three things from you." "Name them." "Putting his fist up, he extended one finger in the air. First this is a chance for a new start. I am happy to help you Tammy, if you help you. If I hear you've even been in the same room with that piece of shit, I'll get you thrown out of that apartment and fire you, understood?" "Yes sir." She nodded, "I promise, but he..." "Two," he added a finger in the air. "You tell no one what I did for you. This is between us. I get people coming to me with sob stories looking for loans I'll know where it came from. At that point I won't fire you, but you'll spend two weeks working for Joe in the rape fantasy room and I'll tell them you have no limits, got it." Her good eye widened and she nodded, "Y...yes sir." "Three, and again, between us." He leaned forward and taking her chin in his hand whispered, "You call Brad and tell him that you're sorry and to come back home tonight." "You want me to..." "You heard me; you tell him you'll be there tonight after eight." "Are you...going to hurt him?" "He cost me four grand and one of my best girls out of commission for two weeks." He smiled coldly. "That debt needs to be paid, now doesn't it?" "Yeah, but..." "Tammy you're afraid he will come after you right?" "Yes." She nodded again. "Well then big brother will just have to persuade him otherwise, no?" Tammy stood up and leaning over the desk she hugged him, then kissing his cheek she whispered, "Thank you so much JD! N...No one's ever stuck up for me like this before; most people don't have anyone to do that for them." Returning the hug, JD thought that she was right, in fact he remembered one woman in particular who had no one to protect her, although she should have.. By Demon's Driven JD plunged his tongue into her pink rosebud and smiled when Miranda slipped and moaned. Keeping his tongue rigid he moved his head, fucking her with it. "That's right lick my ass you fucking pig." She told him. "Pathetic piece of shit sucking a black ass, wouldn't your daddy be proud?" "I like that." Bill clapped his hands, "Bet his dad would be proud." JD swirled his tongue around her puckered hole trying to be patient and not plunge first his tongue then his cock into her hot pussy. As if reading his mind, Miranda stood up and turning sat on the bed. Putting her feet on his shoulders, Miranda spread her dark lips wide to expose the bright pink inner flesh of her pussy. "You like that, Bill?" "It's...I'm not supposed to, but it's beautiful." "Thank you, too beautiful for this dog to taste?" "No, he should lick it! He should make you come." "You heard him dog, lick my pussy and try to do a better job than you did on my ass." "Sorry Mistress." He muttered. Placing his hands on her firm thighs, JD leaned forward and shoved his tongue deep inside her. Miranda's thighs tensed, but she didn't make a sound as he swirled his tongue inside her collecting a mouth full of her sticky juice. JD sighed into her pussy, allowing himself to enjoy her sweet taste and the scent of her desire. Miranda was breathing hard, worked up more from controlling him than his efforts at this point. "I said lick not suck!" she pulled his hair hard, JD removed his tongue and flicked it up and down the length of her wet lips. Miranda released a soft moan, "The clit, dog, has no one ever shown you how to please a woman." "He's not supposed to please women like you." Bill said, "But he's a pig isn't he?" "Yes he is. One that truly is a dog judging by how he uses his tongue." JD rolled his eyes, but swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it hard into his mouth. Miranda gasped and looking up he saw she was toying with her nipples. The sight of her rolling them between her fingers caused his now aching cock to twitch and he vowed that once he got inside her he was fucking her hard no matter what she said. "Put your fingers inside." She demanded, "Your tongue's not enough." JD roughly shoved two fingers inside her and she moaned when he thrust them in and out slamming them in fast and hard. He sucked her clit faster and when she began to moan softly he slipped a third finger inside her. Miranda lost control and whimpered as he spread her pussy open with his large fingers and sucked hard enough on her swollen button to cause his lips to smack. "That's it dog, right there, make me cum! Show me you're worth something!" Her hips were rocking and her breaths were ending in a high pitched sound that reminded him of a hiccup. JD was familiar with that sound from their time together and knowing she was right there decided to screw the game and jammed a finger into her ass. "Oh fuck!" Miranda cried out as he caught her off guard. "I...keep licking!" She cried as her body exploded into orgasm. Her thighs wrapped around his head and her pussy contracted around his fingers. He continued to plunge his fingers into her convulsing pussy and suck her clit. Miranda grabbed his hair and held his head to her quivering flesh as her hips bucked wildly. Even in the throes of orgasm she kept the game up, "Keep licking you fucking pig! Lick that pussy! Lick that hot black pussy your daddy told you to never go near! You fucking love it don't you? Look at you obeying a dirty black whore! Making her cum in your face!" She stopped and released her trademark high pitched wail that JD had seen cause an entire orgy to stop and listen to her. Miranda threw her head back and howled as he shoved a second finger in her ass lifting her back off the bed, cried out as her pussy convulsed. JD flinched as a wave of warm sticky fluid squirted around his fingers and into his face. He pulled his head back and thrust his fingers inside her hard, turning his hand over, he curled his fingers and with a scream that echoed throughout the room, Miranda's hips thrust into him and another stream of cum exploded around his fingers and splattered his face. "Holy shit!" Bill exclaimed. Miranda's body relaxed and as she sat there trying to catch her breath, JD stood up, his cock pointing at her sopping pussy. "Would my mistress like me to fuck her now?" "Suck his cock." Bill said, "I want to see you take that big white dick in your face. "You heard the... ow!" JD cried out when Miranda grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed hard. "Know your place dog!" She pumped his cock slowly and JD noticed her fingers weren't able to completely wrap around his thick shaft. Despite his girth, Miranda opened wide and took his cock more than half way down. She held him there looking up at him and began to slowly bob her head. "That looks good." Bill told her, while pulling his boxers over his hips and grabbing his hard cock. "Take him deeper." Miranda opened wider and shoved her mouth down his cock until she felt her lips at the base of his shaft. "Fuck." JD groaned, there were only handful of women that could deep throat him and he moaned softly when she slipped her tongue out to lick his balls. "Look at that!" Bill was stroking his cock faster. "Miranda shook her head back and forth, then sliding her lips up to the head of his cock paused then with a wink started sucking his cock as if it were the last one she'd ever taste. She was taking him all the way each time and was making gagging noises as she reached the base. Her eyes were starting to water and she was drooling on his cock then loudly slurping it back up. "Damn she likes that cock and you like it don't you, JD?" "I do." He said truthfully. :"You shouldn't be letting her blow you, but you are, aren't you?" "Yes." He nodded wondering if Bill was going to let her suck him off. That question was answered moments later. "Fuck her!" he moaned his hand rapidly sliding up and down his dripping cock. "Let him fuck you! Let him stick that big white dick in that black snatch!" Miranda stood up and leaning forward put her hands on Bills thighs. His eyes widened as she lifted her ass in the air and getting behind her JD drove his massive cock into her in one long thrust. "Yeah, give me that fucking cock!" she cried out, "Fuck me, fuck my dirty pussy!" JD shook his head to clear the sweat from his eyes and squeezing her hips hard enough for her to cry out he stared slamming her so hard his balls were striking her pussy. Miranda was yelping in Bill's face and grabbing his head she pulled his face to her tit. This time Bill didn't fight her and sucked on her nipple while JD hammered away at her dripping pussy. She was so wet he could feel her dripping down his thighs and his cock was making a moist sucking sound each time he withdrew it and drove it back in balls deep. "Look at him fucking you!" Bill moaned around her nipple, "Look at that big cock going into that nasty pussy!" "You better cum dog!" she called out, "I'm taking it away from you in two minutes and you won't get off!" "Please Mistress" he begged her, "Please let me cum!" "Fuck me like a man and maybe you will!" JD shifted his hands to up her back and pushing down on her put his foot up on the arm of the chair and fucked her as hard as he could. She squealed as he relentlessly pounded her pussy and leaning back into the chair, Bill moaned, "Oh, keep fucking her!" his hand was blurring up and down his cock, "You're so fucking dirty, you....oh!" Bill cried out in surprise and pleasure when lowering her head in his lap, Miranda took his cock into her mouth. She squealed around it as JD continued to pound her, but was still bobbing her head and easily deep throating him. The vision of Miranda sucking a cock while he fucked her caused him to lose control, using all the power in his hips he fucked her savagely causing her to scream around Bill's cock. "Oh my god I...I cumming!" Bill cried out, "Oh...right in her dirty mouth!" Miranda gurgled as she took Bills load in her mouth while getting pounded with JD's huge cock. Unable to hold back anymore, JD whipped his cock out. As soon as he did, Miranda straightened up, "Hold it!" she snapped. She stepped back and sitting on the bed spread her legs open and opening her pussy said, "Right there paint that black pussy!" JD released his cock and watched as a long stream of cum splattered against the top of her pussy and oozed down through her lips. He pumped his cock furiously sending spurt after spurt of cum into her dark flesh, painting her already oozing pussy. Miranda opened her mouth and let Bill's cum drool down her chin and onto her tits. "Goddamn." Bill and JD said in unison. JD sighed as he wrung the last drops from his spent cock and slowly sank to his knees. Taking Miranda's foot in his hand he kissed the top of it. "Thank you Mistress." "Don't thank me yet." She told him. "We're not done." "We're not?" "No," Bill said, leaning forward, "This is my favorite part." "What is?" JD asked staring up at Miranda who was smirking. Getting up from the chair, Bill sat on the bed next to Miranda and cupping her tit licked a trail of his cum from it. "The dirty boys always have to clean up our mess." He sucked another glob of cum from her nipple and looking down at him she gestured towards the white mess running from her pussy to her asshole, "You heard the man, dog, clean up your mess." By Demon's Driven "Is that right," the words issued a challenge, but her voice had dropped into a husky inviting tone. The heat from his much too close body was reflected in his dark, smoldering gaze. Averting her face from that gaze, she sipped once again at the chilled water. "You've teased the boy's long enough little girl. I have to admit you're pretty good at it, but I think it's time you were put in your place. It's time to follow through little girl, it's been interesting to watch I will admit, but now it's time to deal with someone who won't take your feeble excuses and denials." He moved even closer and bent to her ear. "Admit you want it. We both know you want it, go ahead, tell me what a slut you are." He moved to stand beside her scowling with an intensity that made her skin flush. He said nothing more, putting his hand on her arm and propelling her with him out of the bar down and the street away from the club. He walked so fast Molly practically had to run to keep up and any protest she had was weak and breathless. To her secret pleasure he pulled her into a dark, but relatively clean alleyway and giving him what they both wanted she played the game, attempting to pull away from him only to find his grip increase. He pushed her to the end of the alley, effectively blocking her path and unzipped his pants pulling out a rapidly hardening cock of impressive proportion. "Now slut, let's see if you're as good as you advertise," he growled at her. "You've spent all night playing with men's cocks with your flirting; I bet all you've had is little boy cocks, now let's see how you handle the real thing." His free hand moved to her shoulder, forcing her to her knees as he commanded, "Suck the cock you came out tonight looking for. The cock of someone who could handle you and not put up with your bullshit. Everyone in that bar could see what you wanted they just weren't man enough to give it to you." "What makes you think this is what I need," Molly said through gritted teeth as she glared at him, the alcohol in her system making her sound braver than she felt; she had taken his cock in her hand as she spoke. She had never been treated like this before by anyone and though she was frightened a little by this angry-seeming man she also felt a strong pull towards him and his controlling attitude, this was what she needed, this was what she secretly craved; a man who would force her until she admitted her desires. The man wrapped his hand in her long hair and yanked her head back and she found herself looking up into his dark heated gaze unable to look away. She stifled her whimper of pain, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of subduing her just yet, she was enjoying playing this little game too much, a glare of indignation came into her eyes. She moved a little as she became more aware of the throbbing cock still held within one hand and feeling the heat within her pussy growing and making it more difficult to hold the sense of outrage she was trying to show in her face. He smiled confidently and said slowly, "I know this is what you want and what you need and I know what you came looking for tonight. This," With his hand still wrapped tightly in her hair he moved her face forcefully forward. "Suck it," he growled. Molly found herself entering a whole different reality. Amazingly turned on, she didn't kiss, lick or tease his cock, instead she opened wide and took as much of his sizable cock as she could into her mouth. Holding him between her lips she fluttered her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft while her hands slowly wandered over his thighs and around to his ass. She dug her nails into his ass and pulled him forward, swallowing hard and driving his cock past her gag reflex. Finally hearing him moan she became confident she could take back a little of the control she had allowed him to so arrogantly enforce over her. Pulling her head back slightly she brought her hands back to the front and undid the button still holding his pants in place as she moved up and down his cock, teasing with her tongue and firm, sucking lips. She ran her nails up over his torso to his chest not scratching deeply, but just enough to titillate. I'll show him how a real slut sucks, she thought, testing his cock with her tongue as she sucked for the better reactions. She swirled her tongue around the head before pushing it up into the roof of her mouth pressing it firmly before swallowing hard around him once again. She could feel his knees give slightly as another moan escaped his lips. She rolled her hips, feeling the pain of the badly maintained surface beneath her knees as she began to increase her speed. She could sense his impending orgasm and in her mind she saw the memories of a past so similar that she smiled and to remind him of just who had who by the balls, Molly bit down, not hard enough to wound, but hard enough to stop the impending orgasm and earn her his disapproval. The man barely made a sound and yanked her upright by the hair. Roughly pulling the small straps of the dress from her shoulders and exposing her breasts, he pushed her back against the wall. Finding her nipples he pinched them hard between his fingers and began to twist cruelly as she tried to stifle her yelps of pain. He leaned in so their faces were mere inches apart, seeing the fear re-enter her eyes briefly before the hot slut reappeared. "Stupid little cunt. You think you're going to decide when I cum? You had your fun in the club, batting your eyes and slutting around, but out here it's my game, I can see how much of a cock whore you are" his words rumbled from him, his breathing labored. He let go of one breast and shoved the hand between her legs as she yelped again, "You love this, you want this, you need a man who can see you for what you truly are!" His voice had risen as he spoke. She watched his lips as he spoke, wishing he would kiss her, the whole surreal scene was turning her on incredibly. The pain in her nipples along with the dark alley and strange man, all excited her in the way she craved. She knew at that moment she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her hard right then and there. He leaned in, pinning her body with his; he moved his cheek against hers, his lips close to her ear and spoke in a low whispered growl, "Beg me to fuck you." She saw the confident smirk on his face and let out a groan of frustration while locking her eyes to his, "Talks cheap, just fuck me." She knew she was baiting him, but she couldn't help it, like a masochist she pushed men like this to greater heights of debauchery on purpose. Putting his hand flat between her breasts he held her in place against the wall as his other hand still caught between her legs took hold of the lacy fabric and ripped it from her body. She let out a surprised squeal, but it died just as suddenly as she felt his fingers delve between the lips of her wet cunt, rubbing over her swollen clit giving her even more of the feelings she craved. The intense, overwhelming lust his touch invoked had Molly panting like a bitch in heat. She almost begged at that point, but instead let out a whimpering sigh of pleasure. Just as she began to relax into the feeling building in her cunt and radiating up into her body he roughly shoved two fingers into her, leaving his thumb free to continue working on her clit. She gasped and trembled, almost coming with just the penetration alone. She rocked her hips forward and drove down onto his hand. He continued to pump into her, spreading his fingers to widen the tight hole and push deeper until he finally bent his fingers seeking out her G-spot. Her legs buckled slightly and she shook with force as wave after wave of orgasm shook her body. She cried out, no longer in control, and his hand move up from where he had pinned her by the chest to cover her mouth. Watching her as she came down from her high, seeing the flush of the intense orgasm creep up over her chest and face, he held his fingers still within her and let her breathe properly. He moved his free arm around her waist supporting her shaky legs. "What a fucking cum slut," he spat at her. Only when he could see her start to fully relax did he remove his fingers and kiss her hard. "My turn cunt," he sneered. Moving her a few steps back down the alley and pushing her over a crate near the fire escape he placed a hand in the middle of her back to hold her down even though he could see her legs were like jelly from the explosive orgasm. Lifting her skirt, his fingers trailed between the cheeks of her ass coating the tiny dark star there with her own cum. She began to protest; weakly struggling under the hand that held her down as he continued to move his hand between her sopping wet cunt and her ass. His finger entered her, slowly testing her as she protested more. Leaning over her body his cock entered her tight cunt with one hard thrust and his hand moved to her mouth again as she cried out. Searching the alley floor around them he found her ripped panties and pulling out of her briefly, retrieved them, balled them and forced them into her mouth. "I am in control now you fucking nasty cunt and I will give you exactly what you asked for," he growled ominously. He began to fuck her slowly as his fingers once again sought out her asshole and pumped in and out to the accompaniment of her muffled cries. He was angling his cock to enter and hit her G spot making her squirm and her cunt to continue the natural lubrication his fingers continually sought out and transferred to her ass. She let the feeling of her next impending orgasm wash over her. She was so close and could feel herself tipping over the edge into oblivion again when he pulled out of her and pressed the head of his cock to her ass. Pulling her head back by the hair he took the panties from her mouth, and leaned in close to her ear, "You wouldn't beg me to fuck you properly, now I will give you another chance to beg me to fuck that pretty cunt instead of your ass. See it as a lesson in proper slut etiquette, you should never tease a prick nor bare your teeth to one or you will get punished." He slapped her ass hard. Though she couldn't see it, she just knew that the arrogant smirk that he favored was firmly in place. "Fuck you!" she snarled at him. "Have it your way then, cunt. I saw you look down on all those guys from your lofty perch on I'm-too-good-for-you hill. You flirt and you tease, but you need to be handled by a dominant man like me to be satisfied." Filling her mouth again with the balled panties he gave her no further opportunity to beg him. He could have made the experience a lot worse for her, but mindful that the slut was playing her own game and so far it had fallen mostly his way he didn't want repercussions tomorrow. He entered her cunt again, before pulling out and slowly pushing his cock into her ass aided by her own natural lubrication that his experienced fingers had redistributed. She struggled and whimpered. The feeling was intense both in pain and the pleasure it gave her. Her head whirled with conflicting thoughts as he slowly moved in and out, going deeper with each stroke. She wanted to scream at him to hurt her that she deserved it, that she was a nasty slut for wanting to be treated like this, but her cries were muffled by the panties. Every time she tensed up he would smack her ass until a warm glow of heat enveloped it as well as her cunt, which spasmed with each of his thrusts. Once he was fully embedded in her ass and his thighs rested against hers he stopped to savor the moment and leaned over her prone body the low rumble of his voice adding to the feeling flowing into her body. "Admit you love it. Tell me you love it in your ass better than your cunt! I know I do, at least your ass is tight! Her muffled whimpers answered him and he turned her head by yanking her hair so he could look into her eyes. Nodding with self-satisfaction at what he saw there he curled an arm around the top of her thigh and began to tease her clit as he held himself embedded deeply in her ass. Her inner muscles clenched and tightened over and over again sending delicious waves of pleasure through his cock and he felt her body tremble on the brink of another orgasm, she was making muffled noises and as his fingers stopped their work on her over sensitive clit he leaned over and rumbled, "Are you ready to beg me now?" Her body was trembling with need and at this point she didn't care anymore, she just wanted to cum again, knowing it would be even more explosive than the last. She looked up at him with demure eyes and nodded. He took the panties from her mouth and waited as she took a deep breath. "Please fuck me," she said softly between gasping breaths. He pulled his cock out excruciatingly slowly and just as slowly entered her again. She moaned and he leaned over her rumbling, "Not bad, but I would hardly call that begging. Come on ass slut, beg for what you want, I know you want it, you know you want it, let's not be shy now." She groaned in frustration, attempting to roll her hips to get herself off, but he held her in place with the weight of his body. "Please fuck me harder, fuck me faster. Please let me cum again." She cringed as he let out a small chuckle. "That wasn't so hard was it?" His voice sounded less fearsome when he laughed and he pulled almost completely out of her and plunged back into her hard and deep, his fingers starting to work over her clit again. "You need this, you need to be treated like a slut to fully enjoy the art of fucking. Those losers would have left you wanting more and you knew it. That's why you came with me. You knew I could give you what you needed. I possess you now and nothing short of a dominant man will ever satisfy you again." With each phrase he slammed into her making her cry out in pleasure and pain her clit sent jolts of electricity through her body. Finally he drove her to a frenzied climax both with his words as much as his body and he buried himself to the hilt within her and let himself cum as well. He collapsed over her, uncaring of his weight and her muffled protests. When he had partially recovered he got up and withdrew his softening cock from her ass, pulling her cheeks apart with force he enjoyed the sight of his violation. Cum oozed from her tight hole as it did from her cunt. Reluctantly he pulled her skirt back down and helped her stand, fixing her skirt appropriately. She seemed very subdued and he tilted her face up to his. "What a good little slut." He bent his head to kiss her lightly. "However," he looked at her sternly, "should you ever bare your teeth to me again you shall be punished severely next time." Without thinking she apologized and basked in the first real smile she had seen from him. In her daze she told herself there would be no next time, but then again she had played this game, but as always she promised herself this would be the last time. Feeling suddenly humiliated and guilt ridden by her own actions and being a willing participant in the surreal scene she had just been through, she turned toward the entrance of the alleyway and took a step forward before realizing he was at her side and walking with her. "Can I give you a lift home?" he enquired as if they had just had a typical night out. She looked up at him and smiled lopsidedly. "No. I don't think so, thank you. I am staying with a friend and..." she let her voice trail off. "And?" he inquired. "I'm not sure how I would explain you or the lift. I'm a dreadful liar. I'll head back into the bar and call a cab," she explained. "Have it your way slut, I am guessing you usually do," he murmured, the arrogant smirk crossing his face again as they walked silently back to the bar. He waited with her until the cab came, both sitting in an awkward silence. When she rose to leave he surprised her with a quick kiss. As she got into the cab it struck Molly that she hadn't even bothered asking his name, but why would she, she had gotten all she needed from him. Returning home, Molly showered and changed. Having left work so early it was still only a little past Midnight and she was grateful for the couple of hours sleep before work. The biggest downfall of being relegated to the early morning news team was that, she had to start work at four in the morning but she also finished in the early afternoon so it evened out she guessed. She stood in front of the mirror and relived moments of the night moments of a past she kept trying to exorcise from her persona. She shivered and in a loud voice she said, "Never again, I will never go looking for a sadistic bastard ever again." Setting her alarm she crawled into bed fighting the feeling of self-loathing that accompanied the delicious aches in her body from hard use. By Demon's Driven "I wouldn't be asking if I did." He rolled his eyes, talking to Tammy was like talking to a child as well. "A little likes to be a little kid and we need to be taken care of." She thought for a minute, "I don't think there are guys who are little's it's mostly a girl thing. We need daddy's to take care of us. Make sure we're okay, be good to us make us a feel good and punish us if we need it." "Oh." "Right now I'm a little without a daddy." "Sorry to hear that." Sorry he had asked at all. "The club is good for me, a lot of those guys are good daddy's and are nice to me." She sighed, "But some want to punish me and that's okay too, sometimes I'm a bad girl." "So you're like this all the time?" "Hmm-mm" "Well at least you like your work then." JD let it go from there thinking that even though there was something appealing about an adult woman with the appearance of jailbait dealing with that for more than an hour would drive him to... Tammy emitted a startled yelp when her cell phone rang, looking at it she whispered "Its Brad!" "It's okay." He whispered back "He can't hear you!" She frowned at his mocking her, but didn't answer it. "Say hello and sound normal." He smiled coldly, "Sound scared." "I am." Her lower lip was trembling and JD felt an icy calm flow through him. The fucker was going to come and he would get the pleasure of making this right. "H...hi Brad." Tammy nodded, "I...I'm home. You coming back, baby?" she paused, "Money?" JD snapped his fingers and when she looked over he nodded. "Yeah they let me work today, I...I wore a mask. Not much, a couple of hundred. I...I guess I can give you some." She looked at JD and taking a deep breath she said nervously, "J...just be good to your little girl tonight, please, Brad?" She listened for a minute then said, "I...I'll be here." She put the phone back in her pocket, "He said he'll be here in a couple of minutes. He...he's flying JD, we need to leave." "Why?" "He's coked up he...he's crazy! You don't know what he's like he's..." "You don't know what I'm like." He narrowed his eyes at the sight of someone walking by the window. The shade was down, but because of the outside lights he could still make out a silhouette. "He's here; he called from outside. He's waiting to see if you leave." "He's here?" her good eye widened. "JD, we can slip out the...:" "I don't run." Standing he unbuttoned the long sleeve black Armani shirt he had worn at the club before coming here and slipped it off. Beneath he was wearing a gray muscle shirt and carefully folding the shirt and draping it over the chair said, "When I tell you to leave, you leave. Julie and Angel came here with Robert and packed all your things. You never come back here, ever." "I...I won't I...oh!" There was a loud knock followed by the sound of keys fumbling in the door. JD remained where he was in the corner and watched as the door pushed open. Brad came in, slamming the thin door behind him. "Hey, slut!" He laughed, "I knew you'd come back!" "I...I missed you." "You did?" he took a couple of steps towards her, "Guess I missed once too, you still have one eye open." "Brad, you said you'd be nice." "Nice? You want me to act like your daddy like those johns do at the club? Whatever, I guess you need the eye to see their cocks to suck them." Brad was so far gone he didn't notice JD in the corner and that gave him a moment to size up. Brad was a big guy; over six feet tall and an easy two twenty. Back when he worked it was construction and despite the roll over his jeans his arms contained little flab and his shoulders were wide and powerful. Big, strong and mean. JD felt a thrill run through him. Brad took another step towards Tammy who he knew was struggling not to look his way. She cringed back into the couch when Brad snapped, "Money bitch, now!" The sight of her tiny form cowering before the hulking Brad caused a surge of rage to flow through him, but it was quickly smothered by that icy calm JD knew so well. "I...well...." "Give me the money now and I'll just slap you a couple of times, you don't give it up and I'll..." "I have plenty of money." JD said softly, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills. Brad spun around and JD knew Tammy was right; he was coked out of his mind. His blue eyes were not only bright, but bulging and his face was beet red. "Who...hey!" Brad pointed at him, "You're that pretty boy prick that runs the club." "And you're the fat coward that slaps around women." JD said with a sneer, "Nice to meet you." He spread the hundreds out in his hands, "You need money Brad?" "You going to pay me to not slap your property around" he laughed, "What's the matter asshole afraid she'll be too ugly for even the sick fucks at your place?" "No." he waved the money. "Two grand, Brad. Two grand and its all yours." Folding the money in half he put it in his pocket, "But you have to come get it." "Fuck you." Brad waved his hand at him, "Keep your fucking money, I'll put this cunt back on the street where she belongs and..." "What's the matter Brad, you afraid to fight someone who fights back?" "Get the fuck out of here, freak, there's plenty of sluts you can...." "Tammy go." JD pointed towards the hallway that led to the back door. "Now." "She stays!" Brad took a step towards her, his arm reaching out. JD reached him in one long step and grabbing his shoulder spun him to face him. As expected Brad reacted by over reacting. He came around swinging wildly and JD easily ducked what he referred to as a redneck roundhouse, and drove a hard right into Brad's soft stomach. He heard Brad exhale loudly, but he barely bent over. JD slammed his left into the same spot and this time Brad doubled over . Dropping to his knee, JD rocked back and snapped a short kick into Brad's face, when he stood up JD came out of his crouch into a spin kick. He caught Brad in the side of the head and sent him sprawling down onto the glass coffee table that shattered beneath his weight. Tammy screamed and jumping off the couch darted for the hallway. She stopped and turned to see Brad leap up from the pile of broken glass and splintered wood as if he had simply tripped. "You little fuck!" "Get the fuck out!" JD pointed at her. Tammy turned and ran and reacting more by instinct then the face he saw it coming, JD jumped back, narrowly dodging another wild swing. Brad went off balance and as he staggered passed him, JD hit him in the back with his elbow sending him face first to the floor. "Get up you fat fuck!" he snarled. "I have something special for you!" Brad rolled over and sprang to his feet as if launched from a trampoline. His nose was bleeding and he was breathing like a bull, but his eyes were bright and he was smiling through the blood in his teeth. "I know girls that hit harder than you." He laughed. "Because all you fight is girls." JD snapped off three quick jabs, each striking home in the middle of Brad's face then jumped back avoiding a round house that would have taken his head off if it connected. "Guess what asshole? I don't have tits and I hit back." "You're her fucking pimp, you're just pissed because no one would fuck her ugly ass today!" "No," JD slapped him in the face, "I'm here because I-hate-your-kind!" he punctuated each word with a slap that left his palm stinging, Brad's face rocked side to side, but he stood where he was and once again swung for the fences. JD dodged to his right and was caught off guard when Brad stopped his swing and came around with his other arm, catching him in the side of the face with a sharp left hook. A flash went off behind his eyes and as he rocked to the side, Brad threw another haymaker. JD saw it coming, but was off balance and could only manage to whip his head to the side. Instead of catching his face Brad's huge fist caught the side of his head and sent him spinning to the floor. He somehow got his hands down, stopping himself from ending up on his face, but before he could he get up, Brad caught him in the side with his booted foot. JD grunted in pain, but using the impact of the kick to help him, rolled over twice, before coming back up to his knees. Brad had stepped forward and this time kicked at his head. JD caught his foot in his hands and deflected it to the side. Holding onto to it and causing Brad to try to balance on one foot. JD kicked out, the steel tip of his boot landing a hard blow on Brad's soft upper thigh. He cried out in pain and made the mistake of leaning forward, trying to grab him. JD threw a quick kick into his stomach then one into his face. He was still holding Brad's foot and surging to his feet he shoved against it sending Brad flying several feet and crashing into the wall hard enough to crash through the cheap paneling and into the wooden studs behind it. Coming to his feet, JD crossed the distance between them quickly and when Brad swung, stepped into it. He blocked it with his left arm and slammed his right elbow into the side of Brad's head. "You like beating women you fucking coward?" he hissed, "What does she weigh? Ninety fucking pounds?" Brad punched him in the stomach pushing him back and when JD bent over, caught him with an uppercut. He heard a crunch and his nose filled with blood as he staggered backwards. Fueled by coke Brad came forward as if he'd barely been hit and threw a quick right left. Both connected snapping JD;s head from side to side. He felt his legs starting to give and let his weight go. Landing on one knee, he extended his leg and spun in a circle sweeping Brad's feet out from under him. Brad hit the floor hard, his head thumping off the wood. As JD rose slowly to his feet, Brad again popped straight up, but this time once he was on his feet shook his head like a wounded dog and almost lost his balance. JD stood in front of him breathing hard through his mouth as his nose clogged with blood. "What's the matter bitch, not used to a fight?" he asked. "Come on, pretend I'm half your size and hit me!" Brad growled and threw a punch that JD easily avoided by whipping his head to the side. "Try again," Brad swung with his left and JD jumped to his. This time he saw Brad's feint and when his right arm came around he grabbed his wrist and his arm under his. Their arms locked at the elbows and bracing his feet, JD used the power in his hips and shoulders to wrench upwards. There was a loud crack and Brad screamed in agony when his arm snapped backwards. JD turned to the side and swung his leg up slammed his knee into Brad's stomach. He bent over and wrapping his arm around his neck, JD held him in a head lock and began driving his knee repeatedly into Brad's ribs. "How's that feel you fucking piece of shit!" Brad screamed when JD chopped down, striking his dangling arm. "I like that!" he snarled "Just like you liked when Tammy screamed, didn't you?" He was driving his knee into Brad with so much force, that his feet were leaving the ground. He retched and JD heard something wet splatter on the floor. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled, "You made a fucking mess!" stepping back, JD threw his knee up one more time, this time catching Brad in the face. It stood him up and wrapping his arm around the back of his head, JD yanked it forward and drove his forehead into Brad's face. He heard a snapping sound and Brad made a wet gurgling noise. "This how you do it? You just keep going?" JD pulled back and bashed his head into Brad's face three times in succession, then stepping back hauled off and hit him in the side of the head with a left cross. JD felt the vibration of the blow all the way to his shoulder and watched as Brad went down hard into the wall. He slid to the floor, his arm hanging uselessly at his side. He looked up at JD and gasped, "P...Please..." "Oh, I like when they beg!" Grabbing him by the hair, JD pulled forward then threw his head into the wall. "You do don't you?" stepping back he kicked him in the stomach. "Don't you?" Brad rolled over onto his knees and tried to drag himself forward on his good arm. Looking down JD imagined Tammy on the floor bleeding trying to crawl away, begging, crying. A hot flash of rage went through him and lifting his leg he stomped on the back of Brad's hand with the hell of his boot. Brad shrieked in pain. "Beg!" JD demanded, "Beg!" "Pl...please I...I...I'll never go near her again! I..." he was cut off by JD slapping him in the mouth. "Why should I stop? You never stopped! Tell me asshole, were you hard when you beat her?" Brad tried to speak, but all that came out was a trail of spit and blood. He was on his knees unable to use both arms. "Helpless." JD whispered, "Just like she was. Now let me show you the mercy you showed her." Lifting his arm, JD drove his fist straight down into the side of Brad's face. Blood flew and as if in slow motion JD saw two teeth explode out of his mouth and bounce off the floor. Brad fell over sideways his shoulder against the wall and dropping to his knees. JD grabbed his hair, lifting his head and looking into his ruined face. "You think we're done, bitch? We're not. I just wanted to show you what it's like to fight something that fights back. Now the real fun starts." Reaching behind him, JD drew the .45 and showed it to Brad. "I think I'll shoot your nuts off, how's that?" He shoved the barrel of the gun hard into Brad's balls and grunted at the sight of the large wet stain spreading across his crotch. "You pissed yourself you pussy." JD hissed, Raising the gun he shoved it into Brad's swollen eye. "You know what the best part of this is Brad? Because of what I do for work and the money I handle I have a permit granted by this state to carry a gun. That's right, this gun in my hand is totally legal meaning if I were to do the world a favor and paint the wall with what little brains you have all I have to do is tell the cops you came here strung out and looking to beat Tammy. I was here you assaulted me and I had to kill you." He smiled down into Brad's terrified eyes. "I...Oh god please don't kill me!" "God? You think God was okay with you beating women and he'll spare you now?" he sighed. "You know what? Just for that I think I will kill you." JD shifted the gun so the muzzle was between his eyes and smiled, "Bye Brad." And pulled the trigger. Brad screamed and drowning out the sound of the loud click of the unloaded gun. "Oh...oh....God." Brad moaned. "You listen to me you sack of shit. You ever go near that girl, you ever even call her I'll kill you?" "I..." "If you see her anywhere your ass better run the other way because if someone tells me you were even on the same street as her, I'll kill you." He whacked Brad on the head with the butt of the gun, "See the pattern?" "Y....yes." "Good." JD stood and tucking the gun back into his pants looked down at Brad, "And one more thing." "W...what?" He sniffed, the action causing a sharp pain in his bloody nose. "Find someone to clean the shit out of your pants."