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Author: Frederick T.
Title: You a Wise Guy ?
Part: 3 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (voy)
Language: English
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@(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do,
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the
people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it
here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should
treat each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"You a Wise Guy ?"
Part Three
(voy)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
It'd been a little over two weeks since the hotel incident and except for
the trip to Elija's, I'd spent almost the entire time at the cabin with Cindy.
I'd just wandered up from the "weed room." Cindy was fixing some lunch.
About all she did was eat and sleep. I'd tried several times to make her feel
more comfortable around me but she seemed oblivious to my efforts. She took
long, solo walks in the forest about mid-day...Told me she didn't want any
company...And then long naps before dinner. Shit ! You know me...I was
trying to get in her pants. Her bruises were just about healed and she looked
fucking gorgeous...And her tits were fucking outstanding...I kept dreaming
about the night at the hotel. God ! I wanted to get a hold of them. I guess
it just wasn't going to happen ??!! Oh ! Well, win a few...Lose a few.
#####
Connie Clark had also just about recovered. With a little makeup you
could hardly tell her husband had beat the livin' shit out of her. Carol and
her were on the way down to the Strip. Carol was going to introduce her to
her new boss and kind of show her around. Connie was more anxious to see
Willy but Carol kept putting her off.
"Willy's kind of busy now. It's getting close to harvest and just about
nothing will drag him away from the crop."
"I bet I can get him away from the crop." Connie stated emphatically.
Carol just looked at her, thinking. "Yea ! Right...He's probably
ensconced at the cabin with a couple of fifteen year olds and you're going to
drag him away from that...I doubt it !"
Elija was keeping in touch with both the DEA and Rich Clark but nobody had
seen or heard from Willy Tamarack since he'd had him and his wife out to the
ranch. It seemed like a long, long time ago but had only been a couple of
weeks. The DEA had pulled the surveillance off the condo and were back to
square one. The young girls, Elija had set Willy up with, hadn't heard a word
from him. Elija was sure Willy would have called at least one of them about
doing a photo shoot or maybe just an afternoon fuck and suck session...But no
luck there. Where was the mother fucker ?
Elija vividly remembered his afternoon and evening with Ms. Tamarack and
was positive she'd want a return engagement but with Tamarack still
unaccounted for, didn't want to force the issue. He'd heard Carol and
Tamarack went back a long way and wasn't sure where her loyalties lay.
Now...With Tamarack out of the way...The field was wide open. God ! He
wanted that woman again.
Stephan wandered into the office and Elija immediately jumped in his shit.
"Hey...Asshole, you got any word on Tamarack yet ?"
"Boss...I've tried everyone...No one has seen him...It's like he
disappeared. Why don't you try the woman ? I'm sure she knows where he is."
"I'll do the fucking thinking around her ! That fucker, J.J., have any
idea ?"
"Nah...And the boys sweated him pretty good. The kid thinks he has a farm
some where up North...Maybe Tahoe or Reno. I've been checking with the teeny
bopper scene but shit ! Tamarack hangs out with so many kids it's impossible
to get a tag on him. But get a load of this...That other broad...The other
one in the video...She's here. The Tamarack broad got her a job as a hostess
at one of the casinos. I think she worked it through Jay...Big wheel greeter
and fucker is what I heard."
"You sure of that ?" Stephan nodded his head. "Listen up, Stephan, I
want you to go all out on this one. We could get a free pass from the DEA on
this...Those fuckers will owe us big time if we find Tamarack...Now find the
fucker !"
So Rich's wife is here working in 'Vegas. Fucking fantastic...That mother
fucker will go crazy when he finds out. Might be worth watching him go a few
rounds with Tamarack before the DEA gets a hold of him...And the wife...She
was a hot bitch, too. Things were working out rather nicely. Now, if they
could just find Tamarack.
#####
We got about a foot of snow at the cabin last night and I was out chopping
wood. It was colder than a well digger's ass but I'd worked up a pretty good
sweat. Now the shitty part, picking up all the wood and carrying it upstairs.
Cindy was out walking and showed up just as I finished.
"Willy...I think I'm ready to go ?"
"Up to you, Cindy...You got any idea where you're off to ?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. You said you could drive me, right ?"
I just nodded and carried the last of the wood up to the porch. I had a
rip roaring fire going in the wood stove and the cabin felt overly warm. I
stripped down to just my jeans and asked Cindy if she wanted to jump in the
hot tub. She shook her head "no" and that was that. I soaked while she took
a nap. She didn't get up until after five and I already had dinner fixed. We
ate in silence. She went right to bed and I did a little farming and smoked a
righteous joint before turning in.
It was early the next afternoon and I was driving back from Pahrump,
Nevada. It's a small town in the next county...About an hours drive from Las
Vegas...Now from the cabin it was more like three hours but freeway all the
way until you got to the Blue Diamond turnoff. Prostitution is legal there.
Maybe...Nah ! Couldn't be ??!! Cindy was quiet most of the way and I dropped
her off a couple of blocks from the biggest casino over in Pahrump and that
wasn't very big. She thanked me and even gave me a kiss on the cheek.
The drive back was lonely but my mind was occupied with visions of Cindy.
I can't remember what exactly woke me, maybe her image ? I could hear the hot
tub motor going and hear her splashing around in it. I snuck to the edge of
the loft and peered down into the darkness. The light in the hot tub was on
and I was in heaven. I can't remember beating my meat since shortly after the
operation...Just to see if I could get a hardon, mind you...Yea ! Right,
Willy !
.....She was floating on her back with her feet on the decking. She
hadn't shaved since she'd been here and the hair at her crotch was much darker
than on her head. I stroked myself a little and then wiggled back to get my
glasses. When I got back everything was in clear view. I continued to stroke
myself as I watched her watermelon size tits float around in the water. Her
areolae and nipples so light as to be hardly visible. I was on bare cock now
and stroking to beat the band. My cock hurt it was so hard. I considered
walking down stairs naked and joining her but quickly changed my mind.
No...She had to come to me for this to work.
I watched for just ten minutes or so but during that time had two very
powerful orgasms. Now the second time I wasn't hard but the jerking around I
did was just as powerful as the first. God ! I wanted her.
I slept like the dead and she teased the shit out of me all morning about
how I probably watched her in the hot tub. This cunt was a grade "A" prick
tease or the most naive young lady in the world. "Of course I was watching."
I told her. "...I find you irresistible and if the situation was a little
different, you'd have a hard time keeping me away from you." She blushed and
rushed to the bedroom. Five minutes later we were off.....
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
Farming sucked, really...Watching plants grow is really the shits. I was
bored to death. But it gave me a lot of time to think and think I did. Now,
I don't profess to really know what was going on but figured there was enough
shit going on to know I needed back up. I spent a lot of time preparing
different escape plans. I wasn't sure who I could trust ? So I talked to a
lot of different people, spread a lot of different stories around. I knew a
couple of important people in the valley...A judge and a city council woman.
I don't think it's pertinent to the story to explain my relationship to
them...Suffice it to say, they owed me a favor. I wanted them on my side if
the shit hit the fan...Probably should be "when" the shit hit the fan because
I knew it was going to.
Through several seemingly unrelated movements, I found myself at the cabin
without transportation. Carol set up most of it but that wasn't what
concerned me. I didn't figure it out until she drove away in the four by
four. She'd had one of her friends drive her up. I spent most of the night
awake after putting my backup on alert.....
So ! I was ready when Carol called my beeper. She knew I'd have to go to
the general store...She was trying to draw me out. That wasn't that odd. I
left the cabin and trotted down to the highway. After crossing, when there
was no traffic in sight, I headed toward the general store by alternate route
number one. Am I a smart mother fucker or what !? I called my back up and
then sat down and had a brew with the owner.
About an hour after Carol's page, I dialed her cell phone number from the
pay phone. She'd know I was here. She answered on the first ring and sounded
anxious...Mind games are fun when you know everyone is playing by the same
rules...But really what rules were there other than survival ? Or winning ?
Like some football coach said when I was a kid, "...there's winning and..." I
can't remember his name or the rest of it...Anyway, everything in life boiled
down to what I learned in 'Nam...There are no fucking rules !
"Willy...I'm sure I told you the cabin. You must be smoking too much of
that shit you grow...It's going to rot your brain, honey. Come on, hurry back
to the cabin. I've got a surprise for you." It was her last resort. She
didn't like using it. It meant that she was being herded a bit...Had lost a
little control. He'd had access to a phone...Could have used it ?
"Hey ! Babes...Just popped a top with Ernie. I'll be home soon. Stoke
up the fire will you ?" She'd know I was bullshitting. Would now be in a
panic state...not total panic but her plan had been shattered and she'd have
to play the rest with a little more caution.
I was on my way back to the cabin, walking through the forest...Keeping to
the trail. I sensed them before they became visible. They all had ski masks
on and were wearing tights and hiking boots with heavy jackets coming down to
the middle of their thighs. They were obviously women and if I hadn't been so
stoned I might have figured it out a lot sooner.
They were all carrying guns and I didn't hesitate. I had my hands above
my head in a split second. The tallest one pointed her gun toward the path
and I continued. The three of them followed. My mind was traveling at light
speed. None of them appeared to be teenagers. They carried themselves like
mature women.
When we reached the cabin, they put a blind fold on me and then they were
stripping off my clothes. I admit I was scared shitless when it first came
down but now that I was back in the cabin, I was pretty sure they meant me no
harm. I was handcuffed to the bedroom wall with my arms above me. A joint
was lit and put to my lips. I inhaled deeply, trying to fill my flaccid penis
with air, blood, anything. I wanted to show them that this was turning me on.
I wish I could get to my pills but I didn't think that was a player.
The music came on...Stones...Real old...Her Satin Majesty's Request...Or
something like that. I was given a soft drink. Another hit off the joint. I
was nearing blast off and was trying to command my dick to get hard. All my
thoughts were narrowly focused on my cock getting hard. I though I could
detect some movement. I flexed and heard one of the women say. "Look at his
cock."
Another one said. "Good !" My cock was getting harder by the second and
I could hear them talking softly over by the door. The door closed and then
she was standing next to me. Her hand came around my penis and squeezed it
real hard. I flexed back and she whispered. "Wana fuck me, stud ?" It was
Erin. My cock got harder. One of them had to be Carol but who was the third
one ? "Can you do my friends also ?" I flexed my cock again and she rubbed
her crotch against my hip.
I could feel her wiry pubic hair against my skin. "Do you know why I'm
first ?" I started laughing and she joined me.
"Let me down or when I do get down from here and I will, you know...Well,
I'll just let your imagination work on that."
"No chance, lover. You're ours all night. Sunrise and maybe, just maybe,
we may release you. Though...We might not be through with you by then. The
two in the other room are animals...They're going to come real close to
killing you. You're going to wish you didn't have a dick after tonight."
I couldn't ever imagine not having a dick. But what could they do to me ?
I wasn't sure and even though I was starting to get scared, my cock was hard
as steel. "You like it don't you...The uncertainty...Like trying to pick up a
young girl...Maybe she goes to the cops...Her parents...Whatever...You've been
lucky...You know !" Erin laughed a wicked little laugh.
"He's ready, girls." She was slowly beating me off. I was starting to
thrust my hips. The magic was flowing through my veins. I could feel it.
They'd spiked the diet pepsi with a pink pill. I was going to become an
animal. I could feel it. The mask was yanked off my head and I saw them.
Carol and Connie. Not three feet away from me. Carol was dressed in a
black slick gym suit or something. It looked like a body suit made of rubber.
Her breasts were clearly visible, her nipples erect. On her hands and knees
next to her was Connie. She was totally nude and had shaved her head. I
imagined that she shaved everything. My cock was like steel. Erin was still
stroking it.
Carol leaned close to me and whispered. "She's ours, lover. She's our
slave, Willy...Is there something you want her to do...Something so deep and
dark you haven't even told me ? Huh ? Is there ?" She leaned down and ran
her hand over Connie's bare scalp. "Well...That's ok, Willy. Because I've
got a couple of things I'd like Connie to do for me...One of them is make that
pecker of yours soft...By herself." She laughed. Connie was drinking out of
a dog bowl. I imagined it was the same stuff I was drinking.
I'd given it to women before. Carol wanted to try it one night after I
discovered the secret. I had to call about three other guys to calm her down.
Jesus ! It was like a marathon.
The girls' attention was focused on me when the two guys slipped into the
room. "Shows over, cunts." It was Gary Cahill and he had my gun in his hand,
although I don't remember loading it ? Frank Malibu was flying across the
room toward Carol. He had her pinned to the bed before Gary stopped talking.
She was fighting like a wild cat and Gary started laughing. "Shit ! Frank,
you get all the fun." He turned to me and barked, "Erin, let him go." Connie
tried to get to her feet but Gary put his foot on her back and pushed her
down. She sprawled to the carpet.
Gary stood with one foot on Connie's ass. She squirmed around a little
but knew it was hopeless. Erin looked at me. "Be a good girl, Erin, and I'll
save you from some of the punishment." I smiled. She reached up and unlocked
the cuffs.
"You cunt, Erin." It was a scream of treachery filling the room. Carol
was struggling like crazy on the bed. Frank was laughing while running his
hands all over her rubber suit.
"Erin...Get on your knees...Hands on your head. I think you know the
drill." I was on the way to the bed, rubbing my wrists. "Carol...My love.
This was your idea...Wasn't it ?" I laughed. "But it was doomed to failure,
my dear, because about a million different things are going around. I was
more alert than usual but maybe...Just maybe I sensed it...Felt it...What else
do you have planned ?" I had her arms stretched out above her head, her
wrists bound to the head board.
Her eyes betrayed her. There was another part. I moved away from the
bed. "Well...Girls ?" None of them made a move to talk. They were afraid of
what Carol might do to them later. I helped Connie up, rubbing my hand
between her legs and feeling her sex for a moment. She was wet. Gary and I
handcuffed her to the bedpost and then threw her on to the bed with Carol. I
pulled Erin off her knees and handcuffed her to the wall. The three of us
walked out and I closed the door behind us.
I torched up a joint and passed it to Frank. Gary was pouring a shot of
Jack. "What the fuck is going on, Willy ?"
"I'm not sure but I think there's more to come. You guys game ?"
Frank laughed as he nodded his head. Gary was pouring another shot of
Jack.
"Aaah...Willy, how heavy is this going to get ?"
"I think this is the hard part...I think it was my birthday present. You
know a weird sexual encounter ?"
"Jesus ! You fuckers are really perverted. Can't you just go out and
pick up some strange ? Fuck ! Last week...Well...Never mind, enough of this
shit !"
***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****
I sensed them turn off the highway and start bumping down the dirt road to
the cabin. I walked over to the windows and looked toward the highway; saw
the lights way before I heard them. It's my van ! The girls wouldn't have
given it to someone I didn't know but then who could it be ? I had the lights
off in the front room and had retrieved my Christmas present from Gary. I
didn't think I'd need it but do believe I feel more comfortable with it in the
ice box instead of my sock drawer. Nobody'd ever look in there for a
gun...The icebox that is !?
I could hear them coming up the stairs. There were six of them, milling
around by the door, looking for a light switch. I turned on the lights and
recognized one of them. His name was Paul. I knew him from long ago...When
this all started. I caught him fucking the young lady I was fucking and we
shared her...It got better from there. Connie was the only one who knew him.
I didn't know the other five. All were about late twenties, early thirties.
A couple of black guys, must be Carol's friends...A couple of European looking
guys, again, probably Carol. All of them nicely dressed.
"Been a little change in plans, gentlemen." I was standing in the
kitchen...Behind the kitchen counter...It kind of served as a bar. Gary and
Frank were in the bedroom. Like I said...Back-up. "Have a seat...The ladies
will be here in just a few minutes." They looked confused and for just a
moment I thought I might be wrong ?
Then Paul blurted out. "This is the guy, man...He throws some awesome
parties." He was stoned as fuck and it was then I realized they all
were...Well, maybe not on weed but ?? I waved as they all had their attention
focused on me.
The two European guys looked nervous. Join the club, assholes. So am I.
I called out. "Frank...Gary...We've got company." All eyes shifted to the
bedroom door when it opened and my back-up strode into the room. By the time
they looked back at me the gun was resting on the counter, in plain sight.
"The two guys on the end." Frank moved toward them in a step or two. "How
about letting my friend see if you're carrying. This cabin's only big enough
for one."
Frank was all over them and came up with two weapons...A lot badder
looking shit than mine. He placed them on the counter. "Sit...Anywhere you
want...The party is only minutes away." I carried the guns into the bedroom.
Erin was struggling, trying to get free. The other two were just lying on the
bed, handcuffed to the headboard. Carol glared at me.
"Nice friends you have, Carol." I held up their weapons. "Tell them to
leave their hardware in town the next time." Although I really didn't believe
there would be a next time. By the time I got back to the front room there
was a haze of marijuana smoke about waist high. Gary was mixing a batch of
margaritas. I dialed the general store on Carol's cell phone and talked to
the owner. Told him everything was ok. He told me there was somebody here to
speak with me.
It was Terry and she had six friends...More back-up. Not too many guys
are going to think about doing you harm if their brains are all struggling to
exit their body through the head of their penis. I laughed. They'd be here
in five minutes. I thanked the owner for keeping the store open a little
after hours. I kind of expected it as I'm a pretty regular guy at his place.
A neighbor...The store was only about three miles away.
The seven of them trooped up the stairs, giggling and laughing...As young
girls will do. I knew all of them intimately. They'd stared in many of my
movies...Had made their college endowments...All of them able to attend any
school in the country. Erin had come up with some pretty good schemes to make
money grow.
They burst into the room and I breathed a sigh of relief. Every swinging
dick in the place was padlocked on them. I laughed and headed off toward the
bedroom as the girls dove for the dope and started mingling with the guys. I
checked in with the girls and all of them asked me to let them go. I laughed.
"And when were you going to let me go ?" That quieted them down.
I leaned over the bed and tweaked Carol's nipples. She fought against me.
"You're gonna sweat like a pig in this.....Cool. I'm gonna like that." I
jumped off her and went to the closet. The kneeler was just inside the door.
I pulled it out into the room and went toward the bed before turning to face
Erin. She cringed.
"Come on, Erin. This wasn't in the plan...Was it, honey ? You three were
going to orgy with the six in the other room...Right...And make me watch ?
Not let me participate until maybe I was pulling the bolts out of the
wall...And then go crazy with the three of you after you all had been driven
almost crazy by the studs in the other room...Right ?"
Erin was silent. I was leading her to the kneeler. I could feel her
shake a little. Tied up naked women don't feel too comfortable. I was
pushing her over the kneeler and tying her wrists to the frame. I left her
ankles free. She wasn't going anywhere.
I went over to Connie uncuffed her from the bed. I kissed her hard on the
lips. Her tongue was in my mouth. Her saliva plentiful and warm. I put
pressure on her shoulder and she slithered to her knees. Her mouth swallowed
my hardon like it was a popsicle. I grabbed her ears as she had no hair.
What a freak out !!
I was still naked from earlier...didn't notice until Gary mentioned
it...When I took the gun back. Frank had asked if it was loaded. I didn't
know. It wasn't. So I went and loaded it...Both Gary and Frank insisted.
Anyway back to the blow job...
I watched her shaved skull move back and forth in front of me for quite a
while. I could feel the tickle begin. That's when I yanked her off me. I
tethered her back on to the bed. I left them after plunging the room to
darkness. I went to the closet. Nobody was paying any attention to anything
other than the seven naked teenage girls traipsing around the room.
I checked on the videos running in the bedroom. "Hi ! Girls !" I
flooded the bedroom with light. Their heads were on swivels looking around
the room for cameras. They were not detectable. Eight of them. I was
getting hard thinking about later, after this orgy in the front room settles
down. I plunged the bedroom back into darkness.
In the front room, the party was in full swing. A couple of the girls
were kneeling in the hot tub and blowing guys sitting on the edge. One of the
young things was sitting on a bar stool while some black guy fucked about a
foot of cock in and out of her cunt. She was out of control. Yelling and
screaming like it was her first fuck ! Oh ! Fuckin' "A" ! This was going to
be hard ! Not participating that is...Well, the rest, too !
***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****
The party never took off like I thought it would but about twenty minutes
after checking in with the girls again, I let Frank and Gary join the fun.
All of them ended up in the loft. I watched for a while but it was obvious
that most of these guys were uncomfortable fucking in a group. Well, there
were a couple of exceptions...Frank and Gary, obviously and that fuck off,
Paul.
Paul kept coming down stairs and telling me what a great time he was
having, "like the old days, Willy." I shoed him back up stairs and headed to
the video room. Up came the lights. The last time in I had brought them all
soft drinks. They refused the joint I offered but I had planned for that
contingency. There was a mild hallucinogen in their soft drinks.
With a hidden projection camera I flooded the far wall, above where Erin
was tied to the kneeler, with a clock. She probably wouldn't be able to see
it but the girls would talk about it. The clock was running at half speed and
was just reading eight-twenty. It was really after ten. Time flies when
you're having fun !
"Good evening, ladies. Welcome to the adventure of your life. You've all
led interesting lives so far but I believe that even if you live to be a
hundred you'll never experience an experience like tonight...I hope you've
prepared yourselves for this moment because..." I started yelling into the
mic. "...There will be no bullshit tonight, bitches ! Your twats are mine
tonight, cunts !"
I plunged the room back into darkness and listened to them whisper to each
other. Erin was whimpering. Carol was whispering something to Connie, I
couldn't hear. I listened for a while until I heard some noise in the front
room.
It was Gary and Frank, having sated themselves. "That brunette was a hot
bimbo, wasn't she Frank ? God ! Could she suck cock ! You know every time
Willy sets me up with something, she can suck a golf ball through a garden
hose."
Frank was lighting up a joint. He squeaked back to Gary. "Hey !
Remember ! None of that bimbo shit around Willy. Jesus ! He damn near
chewed my head off the other day when I said something just as stupid as you
just did."
I switched mics and threw my voice over by the kitchen. They both turned
toward my voice. I was out of the closet, behind them. I came up and was
only a few feet away before they noticed me. It was like I appeared out of no
where.
"Time to wrap this up and get rid of the orgy upstairs." Gary just nodded
his head. Frank went looking for his clothes. "And Gary...Cut out the bimbo
shit, will you...Please ? Every one of those young ladies has better than a
three-five and I know you were just about in the same boat I was. Weren't you
a `back bencher' ?"
Gary smiled sheepishly. "Yea, no sweat, Willy. You going to need any
more help after we get rid of the trash ?"
"No. I'm going to handle the rest myself. Hope you understand."
Gary laughed. "We going to ever see this in video ?" I just looked up at
the ceiling and started laughing.
"Hey ! What's a `back bencher ?' You fuckers...Talking that air force
shit again ? Let's get this show on the road. Some of us civilians have to
work for a living so you two fuckers can jerk off every day !" Gary and I
were laughing like crazy.
Twenty minutes later the van pulled out of the drive way. I walked the
perimeter until Gary called from the Santa Fe. I figured I was safe now. I
debated whether to send the guns with them but ended up giving them to Frank.
The carriers would get them when they were let go at the MGM. I took my time
dressing while listening to the girls. I'd turned the clock to normal speed
and none of them figured time was passing by rather quickly. I cranked it up
to three times speed. One of them would surely notice.
It was Carol. "Hey ! Connie...Check out the clock. Is it going faster
or am I seeing things ?"
"Shit ! How am I...Oh ! Fuck ! Can you hear them ? Where are they ? I
can hear them." Connie had good ears as I was slowly bringing up crowd noise
in the bedroom. There were twelve fucking very expensive speakers in the
room. I could throw any sound in any corner I wanted to. The crowd noise was
off a CD. A CD that had nothing but different sounds...Some strange, some
every day sounds. I tweaked it up a bit. It sounded like the sound at a
concert...You know, when the crowd starts to realize the name act is on the
stage but the lights aren't up yet.
I turned a spot light on Erin. It lit up the area just around the
kneeler. She yelled out, "Oh ! Fuck !" I laughed. The other two were
bathed in darkness. Show Time !
[Continued in]
"You a Wise Guy ?"
[part four]
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