Chapter 2445 - MY DESPICABLE FAMILY

wake up to someone nudging me. I hear the safety being released on several firearms. My family found me. FUCK! I have been avoiding them for years.

A deep, steady voice says to me, "Ken, take it easy there. No sudden movements. My teammates are each as good as you are. Your sister paid us huge money to bring you back alive. I can break every bone of your body and disfigure every square inch of skin; you just need to be alive. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you prefer?"

It must have been the truck repairs. The VIN didn't show up, and they figured it was me somehow. I am a retired (too old) CIA assassin. I was the best they had. I was ruthless and an expert in just about everything. It would take a group to get me. They must be outstanding for me not to hear them come into my motel room.

When I was younger and cocky, I would have tried to take them out. I have slowed down and gotten a bit smarter in my "old" age. I hate my family, but they won't kill me.

I open my eyes and see six men in full combat suits. Four have pistols, and two have Uzi's, a very dangerous weapon in such a small room. They throw a lot of lead for such a small weapon. They all look scared; their fingers are sweaty and quivering on the triggers.

I use my deep and silky-smooth voice, "I promise to go with you. I'll assist if necessary until I am sitting in the living room of the house my sister is living in or seven days have elapsed."

Most of them ease up. Only the boss doesn't.

The boss screams, "Hold!" All guns are on me again. "AND I will not try to escape, AND I will do everything in my power to get back to my sister's living room."

My trademark within the CIA is that I was an honorable man. I had a stint with the Marines, and they taught me a lot. The honor part stayed with me forever. It sure made for a rough life. Try being an assassin and honorable at the same time.

I snicker and say, "I will not try to escape, and I will do everything I can to assist you in getting me back to my sister's living room. I give you my word." I don't see that I really have a choice.

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24 hours later:

I am in the back of a black Suburban that has been heavily modified, a man on each side of me. The vehicle has bulletproof glass and a supercharged motor. I would bet anything that the doors are enhanced to stop launched weapons as well.

We are pulling up to a series of buildings on a large, gated property outside of town. It has a ten-car garage, a huge three-story mansion, a pool, tennis court, basketball court, volleyball court, and what looks like a nine-hole putting green.

One of the guys tells me, "Bowling, racquetball, and ping pong are in the basement. Inside the garage is a large car collection of old restored muscle cars and a few that are much older. Of those, two are show quality, and two are resto-mods (old body but new engine, suspension, power steering, power breaks, air conditioning, and of course, an FM radio)."

They sure know the stuff that I like. This can't all be here to lure me.

A few minutes later, we are in front of the house, and we walk into what looks like an empty home. I stand in front of the couch. All guns are on me again, I sit down. A few more men come in; one asks for my drink order. I ask for a Manhattan.

Finally, my sister Laura shows up with my mother and father behind her, one on each side. All three of them look to be dressed up for a night club. Dad has a tuxedo on, mom is in a long slinky dress, while Laura is in a knee-length satin black dress with a pushup bra. The bra is pushing out, which is odd because her tits are already huge and press out naturally.

Mom and dad sit down in a loveseat that Laura points to. She is eyeing me head to toe. I am in shorts, a raggedy t-shirt, my hair is too long, and I am dirty from living in the forest.

Laura starts the charade, "Welcome home, Ken. It's been ten years since I last saw you. The military let you go so that you could join the CIA. You didn't accept my offer back then. This time it will be an offer you can't refuse. I really need your help. I'm motivated, and you are exactly what I need.

I laugh at her. Her smile is gone.

Laura says in a chilling voice, "Mother. Get up and step forward. On your knees. Close your eyes. Hands behind your back." Mom did all those things. "Paul, if my brother moves a muscle, put a bullet in my mother's skull." I am frozen stiff. "Have I got your attention now?" I don't respond.

Laura continues, "If you don't agree to help me, my guards will kill mom, dad, and then me. You inherit everything. That's how bad I need you."

I relent, "I'll listen to your pitch, I give you my word." I don't trust my sister or my parents. They are despicable people while I am a man of honor. Well, as much honor as a killer can have.

Laura is happy to get my word. She saunters over to me and sits so close to me that we are touching. She is trembling, which is very much out of character for her. Mom and dad are calm with a look of relief on their faces.

Laura says to me, "I'm sure that you know dad runs the strip clubs and mom runs the brothels. I run both the male and female escort services. Every pro athlete and rich person in the area uses me or have used my services at one time or another. My bachelor and bachelorette parties are legendary. Profits are soaring, we are winning. However, ... someone is killing our employees." I see it now; I know why she wants me.

"Word is getting around that I can't protect my people. I can't go to the Police; they are ignoring my situation because the victims are my own people. Anything that hurts me makes them happy. My people can't stop them. I brought in experts, and they were killed as well. Any customer that we had a picture of also turns up dead within days. We are stuck."

Now she plays dirty.

Laura seems sad now as she says with a trembling lower lip, "I gave a lot of your old friends and girlfriends jobs, to help them out. Maggie Jenkins, Jan O'Neil, Marty Sorento, Juan Lopez, to name just a few. They are all dead. Some of my friends are dead, as well. We haven't seen a pattern so far. I can tell you it's getting hard to hire new people."

"I know you hate our businesses. I know you hate me. I know you hate that I retrieved you from the Rocky Mountains. I get it. However, I see the faces, like Maggie, at night still." She sniffles. "They need to be avenged. The person or group must be stopped. I have tried everything. You're my last hope. If you don't agree to help us, my people will kill mom first, followed by dad and then me. I know you will at least care for our bodies rather than the gruesome things that are being done to my people. I can't even look at the photographs, it's too disturbing."

That last line is something that struck me deep, this immediately became a whole lot more interesting. During my last two years in Army Intelligence, we saw killings as she described. We assumed it was American led because it never targeted our people.

I am short with my answer, "I want a bedroom, a large room for my office, a computer, a printer, a copier, six large whiteboards like a teacher would use. I want everything, every file, recording and pictures of the customers and the victims. I want a car, access to a jet 24x7, a credit card, and internet access. Any questions or problems? .... No? ... Then get going."

Laura stops me, "In the garage, each car has a set of keys in the visor. Take whatever you want. Tonight, Ritz Carlton, room 2200, you begin your training. Alice is your trainer and will teach you how to be a male escort. You need a cover, or they will know what you are immediately. Alice is a female escort and does our male training. Buy some clothes for your new position."

Laura then surprises the hell out of me by reaching out and hugging me. We always hated each other. Ha, ha, that won't help. I only want to stop the group of killers that I never caught before. This is unfinished business. Your female games have no effect on me, I don't return the hug.

I step back and say to my sister, "I don't give a damn about you, your businesses, or your parents. You are all morally corrupt. I'll stop the killing; I give you my word."

If this is the same group, I want to stop them. I hate evil. Back ten years ago, we thought they had four to six members. The things they did to their victims, I won't describe, they were that sick, twisted, and gruesome. These people have no business in society. That is how I can be an assassin. You show me someone that is truly evil and a menace to society, and I will take them out for the greater good.

All the men with guns leave. Mom wants to say something, but dad and Linda use hand signals to stop her. I have no time for her, I need some clothes. I go out to the garage and find a ... damn.

The garage is loaded with fully restored muscle cars. The garage is far deeper than I thought. They have at least two each of everything, Camaro, Trans Am, Mustang, Corvette, Hellcat, and cars going back to the '60s. There are probably 80 cars stashed tightly into the garage. Three cars are easy to get out of the garage. A new Porsche 911, a stylish black Suburban, and 1978 black and gold Trans Am.

I grab the Trans Am. As I am jumping in, Laura is taking off the T-tops. She leaves the door open, stores the tops in the trunk, jumps into the car like she is coming with, and then presses a button to open the garage doors. I turn the keys; the car starts with a roar. I hear something unusual.

Laura says to me, "Supercharged." Damn, the woman reads minds.

Laura has a cute smile for me, "Look, you don't know where to go or what to buy. This level of clothing is way out of your comfort zone of a plaid shirt and a pair of blue jeans topped off with steel toe hiking boots. You need a real haircut as well, that mop isn't doing anything for you.

"The supercharger is a powerful thing, be careful, I like this car. It's a ton of fun. Take a left at the fence, two miles to US-120, then East to downtown." I take off like a bat out of hell.

The car is fast, just like I expected it to be. Many vehicles that get upgraded for safety weigh a lot more. A supercharger helps move all that weight.

I get a nice haircut and shave. Laura was right, I do look much better. I can't tell the difference in suits, I think I look good in all of them, cheap or expensive. Laura believes the expensive ones look much better. If these are rich women buying me, they will know the difference, I go with the expensive suits. It takes a while before the shoes are bearable, I would much rather be in boots.

I am taught how to wear a tie and cufflinks. Who knew you could do it wrong? It's not long before I have everything I need, including a beautiful watch. I am dropped off at the hotel precisely at 7:00 PM. I am annoyed because 7:00 is late, I should have been at her door at 7:00 or a few minutes early.

I push the doorbell, and a cute thing answers the door. She is easily 6' 2" tall, a giant. I know she is an escort; I expect her to be stunning. She's indeed a remarkable looking woman. She has an almost sheer, bright red dress that barely covers her breasts and groin. She has 4" stiletto's on as if she isn't tall enough already. The breasts are spectacular. They stand out and are perfectly round. If that isn't good enough, her nipples are hard and standing out almost a full inch.

I can see that she shaves, and my guess is she will be bare. Her hair is long, past the beltline and it's curled, adding more class. She is blonde, but it's almost a golden color. I can't tell if it's natural or an added color. She has a small mouth, bright red lipstick, and full cheeks that make her face look rounder and happy.

Her nose is a tiny little thing, yet her eyes are enormous golf ball size. These are a deep emerald blue/green. Easily the most amazing part of this amazing woman. And then she opened her mouth.

Alice says to me in a slow, breathy voice, "Hello Dip Shit," with a smile on her face.

I reply just as nicely, "I was born Ken, but if you feel the need to demean me to make yourself feel better, then I can be Dip Shit all night for you, cutie."

She did not like my attitude. For all I know, she is having fun abusing all the new guys, or she hates men.

Alice moves next to the couch, "I want you to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me. Give me the best three minutes of your life. Well? Come on, boy! Fuck me!"

Is this how they train their people? No way this is a high-class establishment. This can't be their regular training girl. No way. What the hell is going on here? She is standing next to the couch, expecting me to take her and fuck her? I can't do that.

I take a step closer. I can smell her perfume and her aroma; she is in heat! I can see her chest rising and falling, she is breathing harder than usual. Why is she doing this to me?

Well, I won't stand for this. It's not how I fuck a woman. I treat them to a hell of a night. I take a step forward and then go down to a knee, so I am in front of her, looking up.

I look into her beautiful eyes and say with a strong baritone voice, "You are too beautiful to just be fucked. You need to be worshipped and made love to. You asked me to fuck you, I won't. I don't know what passes for sex these days with young people, but I believe there's a better way."

She's a smart kid; she is screaming NO before I even stand up. As I stand up, I use my strength to grab her body. No way she is getting away from me, I am far too strong for that. I toss her over my shoulder as I start searching for the bedroom. Yes, this place is so big, there are several rooms. We were in the living room, there is a dining room that leads to a kitchen and then a pantry and washroom. I go the other way towards a washroom and then the first of two bedrooms.

I take the room with a corner view of the city. The two walls are made up of windows. I open all the blinds to see that we have a full moon out tonight and a lovely view of the city. I spin Alice so her legs are up and the dress falls. No panties tonight. I roughly take off the shoes from a woman that wants to fight me. I spin her some more, and the dress is mostly off, I just help it finish falling off her body.

I throw her on the bed. She is furious with me. She sits still and turns docile as I slowly begin the process of stripping my clothes off. So, this is why men wear suits, more clothes to take off. I do my best impression of a female stripper at a strip club. I partially take off an article of clothing, then put it on, then take it off, then put it back on, and finally, it comes off. I teased her through all my clothes until my boxers are all that is left.

In very slow motion, without the teasing, I pull my boxers down. I bend at the waist, effectively covering my cock.

Alice screams, "Stand up! Show me that cock!"

My head strains up, my eyes strain up, and then slowly, ever so slowly, my body stands up tall. Now revealed is a good thick eight-and-a-half-inch cock. I am nearly beer can thickness.

Alice looks at me, "What? Is that all?" Ouch! That hurt.

I am quick to banter, "You want ten inches so I can pound your cervix? Oh yeah, how about I get a wider cock, so your husband knows you have been fucked by a guy. Oh yes, that works out well. Don't you worry, I got plenty here to keep you happy. I won't be the biggest or smallest, but I damn well might be the best."

I adjust her body on the bed, and then I dim the light some and lay down next to Alice on the bed. Once there, I pull her body over my muscular chest and reach forward to kiss her on the lips. At first, she resists a bit like she didn't want to get too intimate with me. However, with my light kisses and no tongue, she is soon all in enjoying the time.

Once I have her involved, I place her hands on my hairy chest, and she plays with my muscles. I can flex them, so they move while she is running her fingers over my body. That is when my hands begin to grasp her breasts and gently squeeze them. After a while, I move on to tracing the areola with my fingers and then her nipples, making them rock hard.

She has stopped talking and has stopped resisting me. With a woman I know well, she can lead in the bedroom. I NEVER allow someone I barely know to have control over me. It just won't happen. Ever. I stop the kissing and trail tiny kisses down her jaw, neck, and then chest until I reach the nipples. There, I latch on and suck them with a pulsing sensation that starts with hard and then bleeds off to soft, before it's back to hard again. It's never a constant pressure, it's always adjusting.

She doesn't say anything, but I feel her body clamp down for the orgasm she receives from me. I trail down her body and across her stomach with tiny kisses again. She is the first woman that was ready for this. Most women are shocked when a man wants to eat them out without asking. She expected it. That surprises me. A guy pays her, and she expects them to eat her without asking. Wow.

It hits me, she isn't an escort. She may be a dancer or management, but no way she is an escort. Maybe she just manages the guys. Either way, I am eagerly eating pussy. Something I love to do. I start with my baseline. My tongue is on the outside of her pussy, licking the soft lips with my tongue. I have two fingers deep inside her pussy, fucking her while my thumb is rubbing against her clit.

My tongue is fast and active, I am aggressive in attacking her vagina. Alice tastes lovely, this is no chore, this is heaven. She's had two orgasms already. A customer likely would not come so quickly. She doesn't know that I have many more styles left. I can do this all night. I do the ice cream cone and kitty lapping milk licks. I use my whiskers for a big effect. I hum a song for another big hit. I do the alphabet, standard licking, suction, doing the big letter "O" on the inside, and raking of her lips on the outside. I spend almost thirty minutes ravishing eating her.

Finally, she's had enough, Alice asks me, "Not that I want you to do anymore, but for my own interest, how many more styles and techniques do you have?"

I grin big as I answer, "I can do ten more styles on you. I eat a lot of pussy, it's more so I don't get bored."

Alice corrects me, "You mean the client. They are paying you."

I shoot back, "They may be paying me, but I don't see it as a financial transaction. I get to have sex with a beautiful or powerful woman. She isn't a credit card number. She's a person, and I will always treat her as a person."

Alice sighs, "You have so much to learn. Ok, let's see if you are good at anything. Get over here and we'll see if you can fuck a woman."

Wow, she is crabby. She just got about a dozen orgasms and yet doesn't seem happy with me. Typically, my partner is crawling the walls because they're horny. Alice seems annoyed with me. This might have been a big mistake.

My cock is big and hard. It's standing straight out and towards my victim, Alice. She looks bored like she gets something bigger every day. I go back to my wallet and pull out a condom. Alice laughs at me.

Alice says to me like I am a child, "Our customers are the top 0.01% of the country. You'll get tested monthly, but we expect our customers to be disease-free. They are paying for bareback. Is there something we need to know about you? Do I need you to wear a condom?"

I place the condom back in my wallet. I get on the bed and crawl up to Alice.

I ask Alice, "How do you like it, Alice? Any special requests? Or would you like my special treatment?"Alice mocks me, "Special treatment? That sounds like a sale at a discount store, not a high-end sexual performance. So far these are things we can fix. Let's see if you have a clue about what to do with that salami you're packing."

Her head is on a pillow; her body is in the center of the bed. She looks nervous. That is odd. All night she's been berating me at how bad I suck, and now that we are at the finale, she is nervous? It might be that most of the guys are thin, and my bulging cock will stretch her so much that it will affect the men she will sleep with.

Naaaaa. She is a whore that loves a good fuck. She is just messing with me, making it look like she is uncertain. When I finish, she will tell me what a pathetic fucking I administered. At least I will enjoy this.

I start by pushing in very slowly. No woman takes me easily, I am packing a lot of meat. Alice screams as I press my cock slowly into her. I take a few minutes to enter completely.

Alice seems happy as she says, "Thank you for taking your time. I'm a college girl; I need it hard and fast. I want my ..."

I cut her off, "Hold up there, pretty lady. You don't know me or what I am capable of. I know what you need. You don't know to ask for what I do because you've never experienced it before. This first time, I'll show you something new. After that, I will let you pick."

Alice is pissed at me again, "Fuck you. I paid for this; I own ..."

I cut her off again, now I show a bit of anger and scare the hell out of her, "Listen, lady. You want a good fucking. Every time you hire a guy, you ask for the same thing, and you get it. I'm different, I am better, you'll remember me. I know how to give you something new, something special. Lean back and shut up. Trust me, you will like this."

Alice remains silent, she wants to pull away from me. There is no place to go. I think she fears for her life.

I slowly push in, and she moans loudly. Her eyes change from a scared little girl to a woman with a desire for more. I continue pushing in, using only half of my length. That is still a good amount of cock. I don't go fast or hard. I want a medium speed that keeps her interest and provides plenty of pleasure.

Alice isn't talking, she seems to be confused by me. She knows something isn't right; yet has no clue what it is. She is enjoying the fucking tremendously. It's different, though. She thinks that super-fast and delirious quick fucking feels good. This is slower and less pleasure. Because it's over more time, she is actually getting more overall happiness.

At thirty minutes, I sway from side to side. She smiles at me, showing that she understands what I have done. Interestingly, she doesn't say anything. She doesn't want the rolling orgasms to stop. I say rolling because about every ten minutes, she orgasms. She is a mess. Her hair, makeup, sweaty body, none are at optimal levels.

She is doing an excellent job of breathing. Many women must stop with each orgasm. Not Alice, she can continue like nothing happened. If it wasn't for the tell-tale clamping of my cock, I would have had no idea.

It's been an hour, and now I am just starting to feel that euphoric sensation of shooting my cum into a woman. I do three things to blow her mind. I increase the speed, I use more force on my thrusts, and finally, I use the full length of my cock.

Alice, for her part, screams out at the feeling of my cock filling her. She is mad at me for holding out on her. I can see the anger and fury in her eyes. I can also see the joy in her eyes for this new way that I am fucking her. She loves harder, faster, and full length. She is a big fan of all three. I don't want this to end, but I need to spray my spunk deep into this beautiful woman.

As I shoot my seed into Alice, she screams at me, "What the fuck! I don't want your cum in me. You freaking creep! God Damn It! Now I need to clean up!"

She jumps out of bed, and her legs are shaky. She slows down and then walks into the washroom. She uses a washcloth to clean up and then comes back to berate me some more. Fuck that. I throw her on the bed, on her back. I roll her legs back towards her ears. Her pussy is engorged and on display for me.

I use my tongue to quickly lick up and down on her mons. I can tell she wants to object to something. She just can't get it out. That makes me mad that she would call me out for fucking her like this. I have NEVER had a complaint. After two orgasms and a squirting, I stick my cock into her again. I start with a medium speed, and this is pissing her off. She has had an hour of this, she is bored.

She needs to take a pill and relax. I speed up, and she is, of course, happy. I slow down, and she is ready to kill me. I speed up, and she is delighted. I then slow down again.

Alice screams at me, "Are you attempting another hour of slow and fast alternating fucking?"

In a silky-smooth voice, "Why no, Alice. When you say attempt, that implies that I won't last the hour.

Alice's phone rings. She wants to get it; she is reaching for it.

I question her reasoning, "What could possibly be on the phone that is better than the feeling you are experiencing?"

As Alice purrs in pleasure, Alice spits out, "You call this good fucking? Please. You certainly aren't the worst we've hired, but most of the men I sleep with are far better than you are. They know how to really fuck a woman. They can go all night long."

I have had enough of her talking. She is provoking me; I am positive of that. After my hour of fucking again, I use one hand to flip her body over. It's a show of strength that causes her to grin finally. I toss her into doggie position. I am a man that has precise control over my emotions.

There are times to control my emotions, where I look at things slowly and logically. There are other times where action is needed. Allowing your emotions to spill out helps give you the edge you need. You can ignore pain and complete your objective. I have just allowed that to happen, a huge smile is on my face.

With my strong hands, I grab Alice by the hips, and she can instantly tell that things are different. I scream as I pull her body towards me. I roll my hips, so my cock is propelling forward into Alice's pussy. Our bodies slam into each other. Her body immediately stops and bounces off me and back the opposite way.

I pull my body back, preparing for another hard-thrust forward. I just spent a minute explaining what happened in a fraction of a second. Then I do it again. SPANK! I slap her tiny ass, causing her to scream out.

She tries to get away, her arms are flailing behind her. They aren't strong enough to interfere with my machine-like power. In a matter of minutes, she is a withering woman with no fight left. She grunts hard with each thrust into her body. Yes, I am not just fucking her pussy, her entire body feels this. She is not complaining, though. She is grunting sexily.

How can grunting be sexy? Well, if she grunts like a weightlifter does, then it isn't. In the case of Alice, she makes it sound like she is having an orgasm with each thrust of my meat into her pussy. No more derogatory words. No demeaning comments. I can't see her face, but I just know that she is happy ... for at least a few minutes.

Weakly, she says, "I am going to cum."

I use a Sargent's drill instructor voice as I scream at her, "I own your body! That's MY orgasm! I tell YOU when you can orgasm. You WILL hold it. You may beg to orgasm, but it better be good, or you'll wait longer."

I spank her ass hard, and she screams. I smile big. I use my fingers to push her body down and keep her ass pointed up. It's such a hot look, I smile to myself.

Alice is crying, and she says with tears flying from her face, "I. Need. To. Cum."

I got her, "Nope! You must do better than that bitch."

A minute later, "Please! I need to cum!"

I laugh at her, "That's pathetic. I own your ass; you don't even get precum for that pathetic request."

I continue slamming into this woman with gorgeous eyes and huge breasts. It's only a minute later, yet she probably thinks it's ten minutes in her hell.

Alice screams out in a rage, "Please! I NEED MY ORGASM!!!!!!! NOW!!!"

I am a few minutes from spewing myself.

I use a deep, commanding voice, "NOT YET!! Wait for me. Soon! ... Soon! ... Soon! NOW!!!!!"

I unleash a powerful spray from my cock that paints her womb with my seed. Alice explodes by pushing up her body, which caused me to fall back, surprised. My hands are still on her hips, she comes with me, my cock never leaves her pussy. I continue spraying.

Alice is already back to normal, "What the fuck are you doing to me? Fuck, that is a ton of cum."

She relaxes as the last of my spunk is shot into her pussy. She rolls off to my side and relaxes while she catches her breath.

Alice is complaining again, "What the fuck did you do to these sheets? They're wet."

I give a light laugh, "Don't blame me for making you squirt. You blasted me."

Alice laughs for the first time, "Liar, I don't squirt."

I look around at the bed, "Explain all of this? Smell it. Taste it. No man produced that. Each body fluid we have smells good or bad, this is mostly neutral. You produced one good hard and heavy stream with your orgasm."

I push her back onto the bed and push my meat back into her body. She seemed surprised that I would do this, yet she says nothing. She is waiting for me to do something before she tells me I am wrong.

I start the rolling of my hips. This time, no hands on the hips. No rough or fast fucking. This time is much slower. Alice seems to be relieved that I am going slow. I can feel her tightness much more now. If she didn't speak, she could be a lot of fun.

My hands reach down and play with her nipples. I am gentle, I don't twist or pull hard. This is just a minor part of her fun. I know she loves this because each tweak or pull of a nipple makes her Kegel muscles contract.

I fuck her slowly like this for an hour. She didn't move much, but her moans are clear. I expected her to suppress the moans, so I wouldn't know she is enjoying it. I think I finally broke her. It will be a long time before I cum again. When it was close to an hour, I increased the speed to about fifty percent.

I thrust in slower, deeper, and pull out faster. Alice doesn't want to look at me, she looks beyond me, yet continues to look back to me before gazing in the distance again. I have no idea what game this is. I am starting to believe this woman is crazy.

As she orgasms again, I have a quick change of heart. I pull out and decide to come on Alice. I hit her face, hair, neck, and her breasts. She is a mess, and she is furious with me again.

Alice screams, "You mother fucker, you, .... You ... You did this," pointing at herself, "... to me. What the hell?"

Yup, she is furious. I roll out of bed, pick her up in my arms, and then plop her on the toilet while I start up the shower. She walks past me and into the shower like I am not standing there. I follow her in and use the washcloth to clean her body.

Alice resists me at first. However, I can be ... persuasive. I grab a hand and twist it, forcing her body to move the way I want it to. I continue cleaning her. She stops resisting me, the outcome is already known. She gains nothing by trying to resist me. She does get in the last word.

Alice says in a soft voice to me while I am looking at her, "Congratulations, you can force a woman to take a shower, let's call Congress, pass a law, and give you a medal."

I don't understand that at all. I ignore her. We finish the shower, and then dry off. Alice grabs her purse, high heels, and dress before she leaves the room. I get dressed and then look through the other bedroom before finding her by the front door.

With an annoyed look on her face, Alice says condescendingly, "Drive me to Laura's house. We'll talk there. While taking the elevator down, she steps away from the corner, stands in front of me, reaches behind my head, kisses me lightly on the lips, and then goes back to her corner. What the hell?

The drive back to the house is silent other than the directions from Alice. It's dark out, and with it being late, we take a different route. I expected my sister to be in the car, waiting for us. She isn't.

Chapter 2 -- Mommy, I'm Home

It's 11:00 PM, the house is lit up. We are expected. The living room is nicely furnished but looks too ... formal. It's like a showpiece, not to be used. My sister Laura is in black lace lingerie, sitting on a small couch, with one leg under her, and a cup of tea in her hands. I hear her turn off the TV as we walk in. Alice and I sit at opposite ends of a large couch across from Laura. My parents and everyone else are out of sight. I am positive they are watching somewhere.

I sense we are not alone. I can sense when I am being watched. It's not perfect, I bet I am right this time. Laura tosses Alice a water, and I get an orange juice. We both take no time drinking the refreshments. Laura smiles. She picks up her phone and says in it, "Snacks, please."

I hear bustling in the kitchen. Now that I think of it, I am hungry. I look forward to anything she brings out.

Laura asks Alice, "I want a full report. Is he a stud or road trash? Can we fix him? Does he have anything to work with?"

Alice smiles at Laura, "Let's start with the body. He has the classic chiseled jaw, muscles, and enough cock to please a woman without ruining her. If anything, he's too wide. He won't be with that many women, so I don't see that being a problem.

"He has an attitude problem. He did what he wanted, not what I wanted. He ignored all my desires. If I'm paying big money, I want to be happy and get what I want. He completely failed. The worst I have ever trained."

Feeling defensive, I point out, "You're full of shit." They both look at me, stunned. "Two types of women come to you. Those that are alpha females, they are the best at what they do, and they control everything. You are one of those women. They will ask for the same boring thing every time. I added chaos to the evening by taking control, and then I gave Alice what she really wanted, hours of enjoyment. The other type of women is rich."

Laura asks with a surprised look on her face, "Hours?"

Alice cuts in, "The mother fucker would not fuck me the way I wanted it. Much slower than I like, it was almost no fun. There are certain things I want, I got none of that. He's frustrating. Honestly, I don't know if we can fix him. He ignored my desires, opinions, and needs. The customers will hate him.

"Can you see Mrs. Hawthorne putting up with his shit? No fucking way. He wasn't gentle, he got me off too quickly eating me, he was harsh with my breasts. In my opinion, he failed miserably. There are other guys that we passed on that I'd rather hire."

Laura sits back and smiles at Alice; she knows something and is playing with the woman.

Laura says with a sexy voice, "Oh Alice, there is so much you don't know about this man. You've spent a lot of words telling me how horrible he was to you. You didn't say you failed to orgasm. No, you complained it came too fast. You didn't complain about him fucking you. In fact, you never mentioned that. You took forever to come home. How long did he fuck you?"

I ask, "Which time are you talking about?"

Laura looks surprised, "Let's start with the first time."

Alice is pouting, "About twenty minutes and then another ten before I came."

I correct her, "It was an hour twenty-five minutes total, and just from the fucking, she got four orgasms."

Laura smiles, "And the second time?"

Alice has her head down, "About another hour, and he ends with fast fucking for twenty minutes."

I nod my head in agreement, then I add, "And the third time?"

Now Laura looks really impressed, "A third time."

Alice shouts at Laura, "Fuck you. He spent another hour and fifteen minutes of fucking me to five more orgasms. He really is a mother fucker."

Two large silver platters are laid out on the table between the couches. They contain a variety of tiny sandwiches, tiny BBQ hot dogs, pickles, and baked dessert things. Everything is awesome.

After taking a while to eat, Laura continues, "How much do you know about that man?"

Alice shrugs her shoulders, "Just another guy. Not ugly, not a model, good looking. He has an ok body to look at. He doesn't strike me as a weightlifter, more a man that works for a living. Yet, his hands don't indicate he is a laborer. He didn't talk about himself or his background. I fucked a stranger because you told me to."

Laura continues, "We never discussed money. He has more than we ever will. You see, he kills people for a living."

Alice is startled by that revelation, her expressive eyes pop wide open.

I add, "There are three types of assassins. A black hat will kill anyone, a gray hat prefers killing bad people, and I'm a white hat. We only kill bad people unless we need to save our own lives. I was trained by the US Army and then the CIA."

Laura finishes for me, "He is here to solve our ... issue."

Alice looks at Laura, "Mom, what are you not telling me."

Laura sat motionless for a second, then it registered what her daughter said. My brain worked much faster. In a flash, my arm is around Laura's neck, I can kill her anytime I want. Four men with guns come out of the dining room.

I use a deep voice to command the four men, "If I sense you will pull a trigger, she dies. Go away while I clean up the pile of bullshit in this room."

Laura can barely breathe or talk; she fights to tell her story.

A gasping Laura says, "I was a stripper in college. Four years before you left for the Army, I had a child. I didn't want mom or dad to know, I had a boatload of money and my own place. I never told anyone."

I let up some, making it easier for her to breathe.

Laura looks at me with love in her eyes, "You are too good to screw me. I had hoped that by screwing Alice, it wouldn't be too hard to then screw me. Nobody here wants me; they want my body. Alice has the same problem. Obviously, my murdered employees are my first concern. If I can corrupt you, that would be the icing on the cake.

"I know you ran away because of me. Your girlfriends all looked like me, you were awesome to me on holidays. I loved you just as much as they did. Then you go and join the Army as I get this great idea to start our own business.

"Mom and dad love the money, but not what we do. We do treat and pay our people better than any other place. We get the best performers, which is why there is a target on us. I sense that someone knows you are family. The killers are too good and too brutal. I saw your eyes; you've seen this before."

I let Laura go, "I saw it in Iraq. I never caught them. I will."

I get up.

I announce, "I'm going to bed. I don't want any company tonight; I need my sleep. Good night."

Laura's Point of View:

I stand up and move to my daughter, I get up on the couch with both legs under me. I put my arms around my daughter and give her a kiss. She hates the attention but hugs me back.

I ask my daughter in a soft voice, "No bullshit, can we trust him with our customers?"

Alice laughs at me, "No, mom. What you really want to know is if he's any good. He was frustrating because he didn't do what I wanted. I was going to humiliate him a bit. He didn't care about me. He has a system, and that's what I got. He expanded my lovemaking time, and it turns out he is right. It was better. Frustrating, but the women will love him. I had roughly forty orgasms.

"It's hard to say precisely how many because they roll up together and roll over each other. They come so fast at times; I couldn't keep track of them. He has long, slow fucking sessions that are amazing. He varies the fucking, so I didn't get bored. We can double the price. We'll need to; he can't do that more than once every two days."There is something about him. He forced me to do it his way, and I was OK with that. I was mad and yelled at him. He ignored me, he knew better, and he was right. He is confident and smug. I was ready to kill him. I couldn't, his touch and skills are amazing. I could have stayed with him forever. We MUST find a way to keep him. Otherwise, I'll follow him anywhere he goes. I am tired and need my sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Good night mom."

I hug my daughter and say, "Goodnight, baby. I love you."

I go to bed as well after turning off the lights. Ok, I know my brother is every bit as good as I have heard. I got him to sleep with his niece, which should make him more likely to sleep with me. Now we need to find out who is killing my people. How can I keep Ken? There must be a way.

Ken's Point of View:

I have showered and am sitting quietly in bed. I can't sleep. What my sister did to me, and her daughter is unconscionable. It's despicable. It meant nothing to her for me to sleep with my niece, her daughter. I can't imagine how far down her morals go. She truly is willing to do anything. I hear my door open, my anger flares.

Alice whispers, "I don't want to hear it, and I know you're awake. After what mom pulled, I'm surprised she is still alive. That's some self-control. Move to your side, spoon up to me, and enjoying the feeling of my body. I am NOT naked; you're safe. I'll sing softly until you fall asleep."

Alice gets into bed and pushes me over onto my side. She has a leg over me, her breasts are pressing into my head, and she whispers a very soft song. I am asleep before she finishes.

Chapter 3 -- The Investigation

I wake up to Alice, spooned up to me, and my arm around her. Laura is in my room, shaking me to wake up.

As my eyes open, Laura's soft voice says, "She's an amazing woman. Her voice is magical. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, take a quick shower, and then you have the day to yourself. The room next door is all yours. Everything you asked for is in there and set up."

I get up, pee, shower, and eat a great breakfast. Alice is still in bed, which amuses me to no end.

I start my investigation by poking around some old military records to get a list of who was in Iraq two months before I left and are still alive. I had already looked at the CIA and Special Forces files. This feels more like a rogue unit with a sick leader. They didn't leave any survivors. They killed everyone they "played" with.

We don't do autopsies on civilians. It turns out the local authorities did and gave the army the files. Nothing stood out.

Five days later and I run across an autopsy of a private. It seems he was captured on his first engagement. A few days later, they recovered his body. The army did a complete autopsy. The Army doc had better training and the write-up was more extensive, very complete.

I verify that both docs are alive and have a current address. In moments I am running to the garage, yelling, I won't be back tonight. It was a bit late when I showed up in a small Oregon town and then a house. The wife was annoyed, but I can be persuasive. I don't take "no" for an answer. I suggest that she stop screaming, and that I will borrow her husband to finish an old murder case. Otherwise, I could add two more notches to my firearm handle.

She did make a nice cup of coffee eventually. I explained part of my story, which made both much more eager to help. The guy remembered the private very much. It angered him, and now, he is furious that the private's own people did him in. We have a problem, the other doctor didn't do a complete autopsy, we don't have all the pictures we need.

I print his pictures on his color laser printer, they look fantastic, and now I am on my way to Iraq. I had to swap pilots, mine have flown too many hours without enough rest to fly again. Two bombshells walk into my plane and take the front two pilot seats. I am cautious. This doesn't feel right. Are they here to kill me?

After takeoff, one of the pilots comes back to see me.

Linda says to me, "Major Stuart says, 'Welcome back, kid.' He keeps an eye on his people. On landing, a car will be waiting for you and will take you to your destination. He knows about your new job. He gave me this and suggested that if I wanted to try the best man that ever went through the army, I should try you out."

I laugh at her, "Paul has no idea what I do to women, and you, my dear, can't afford me."

Linda laughs at me, "Did you know that Penny was his daughter?"

I almost choked on my water.

Linda continues, "He knows exactly what you are capable of. Bes and I are his personal bodyguards and pilots. He gave me this and said you'd understand."

She hands me a twenty-dollar bill. When someone had done exceptionally well, we used our own money to reward the guy with a superior street whore. The lesser ones were a dollar, and nobody wanted them.

Laura gets up and unfolds the bed that from the couch. She then puts an air mattress on top and uses an air hose to fill it up quickly.

Laura looks at me, "This may be an expensive couch, but that bar down the middle is uncomfortable. The air mattress makes everything better. Strip boy."

We both strip with me taking longer. She is rushing this, which amuses me. I am still undressing while she addresses me.

Laura says with confidence, "I like it up the ass. You can be as rough as you want. I should end up with welts, a red ass, and a tiny amount of blood if you've gone far enough."

I laugh at her, "I guess you didn't get the memo. Your first time with me is my way. You don't know the correct way to have sex yet. I'll show you."

For the next four hours, I show her my unique way of making love. It was an hour before she could fly. Then I proceeded to collect another twenty-dollar bill. Once on the ground, an Army Humvee is waiting for me. It takes me to the doctor that did the autopsy. Lucky for me, my friend also included an interpreter.

The interpreter helped calm the man down. He thought I was going to kill him. He remembered the case clearly, and on seeing the pictures from the Army, he said that without a doubt, they were the same. He then said something that floors me. He says the doctor that killed the people had some real skill; he made it look like a regular stabbing. He is an experienced doctor; he knew the difference between the two.

On the long way back to the airport, I call the Army doc who is just waking up. After looking at the pictures again, he agreed with my Iraqi friend. It takes four days of scouring databases to find the college background of every person on my first list of people that were there and are still alive.

My shortlist is four people. If I start matching dates with where people are supposed to be, three of the four show up. Guess what? They are all part of the same unit. The single guy only has one day not in sync with the schedule, and he could have gone off on his own without orders.

I won't be able to pin these people down. They're too good for that, I need to draw them out. I will use their names as my "stage" name. That will bring them out the next time they want to kill. Until then, I will have to work for my sick family. Mom and dad running an empire of whore houses and strip clubs. My own sister knowingly set up her brother with her daughter. Who the fuck does that? I need a shower just from being around these people.

Now they have me helping them. That part doesn't bother me much, I am going to finish a job I left unfinished. A job I want to finish. That will add the closure I would have preferred before I left. I have been out in the wild forest for a long time. The female companionship will be nice. Oh my, what a mess I stepped into. Despicable family on one side and sick twisted killers on the other side.

I used to be an angel of mercy. Now I have slept with my niece, and I will sleep with a series of women who are paying me to be their gigolo. Oh, how I have fallen. The intercom turns on, I have a "date" tomorrow, I better get some sleep. I am tired of the traveling anyways; I go to bed.

As soon as I hit my bed, my door opens, closes, and I feel someone getting in bed with me. Fuck me. How do they not understand that I don't want them?

Two breasts smash into my chest, and I hear Alice whisper to me, "I know you hate mom and our family businesses. I get it, you're better than us. You kill people, that's an honorable profession. We provide pleasure, you take away everything they have or will ever have. Their families grieve and often live life struggling because of you."

Defensively, "I only kill people that need killing. People that kill randomly, for profit, and for helping businesses with competitors are scum."

Alice says, "You just described yourself."

I laugh at her, "Nice try. You obviously haven't seen the pictures of what these butchers did to women. They spent days raping and then torturing them. From children to grandmothers, if it could fuck or suck, they had their sick twisted fun. Then they carved up the women and left them in grotesque poses. In all my years of killing, no group deserves it more than these men do.

"Now that I'm here, you're a target. You must promise me that until I kill these people, you won't work. They will likely use a former customer. You are confined to the house effective immediately."

Alice no longer whispers, "You can't do that to me!"

I ask, "Do you want to end up dead?"

Alice blows me off, "I have a few that would never hurt me."

I shake my head, "You don't get it. OK, I'm Mr. bad guy, and I want to kill you. You don't know me; you won't date new guys. So how do they get to you? They hack our computers, see that a Biff asks you out once a month. You like Biff. When Biff calls, he gives you a motel room. You walk into the motel room, and Biff has a bullet through his heart. They dumped his body in the tub hours before you arrive.

"Now they each fuck you several times over two days. You have no fluids left; it hurts when they fuck you raw. Eventually, they ... you pass out from the pain before you die. Tomorrow I can show you hundreds of photographs if you want to see the results. I learned on my trip that they have medical training. They know how to keep you alive for a long time while slowly killing you.

"So, humor me. Stay inside the house. No friends, family, anything. Have them come to you. If anyone pressures you to go out, come see me immediately. Your life depends on this. I can't force you to stay here, you probably have five ways to escape. Just know that you are also saving the life of the other person if you don't go."

Alice purrs as she asks, "That means I won't have any sexual release. I think you'll have to satisfy my needs while I'm under house arrest."

I laugh, "Oh, you think so, huh? How about one of the fine young men that work here. I bet they'd like a shot at you."

Alice has a teasing voice, "Oh yes, they would. After the first one, word gets around, they think I'm easy. Next thing we know you put one between their eyes. No. You're the only one discrete enough."

She rolls to her side, facing me. She reaches in and kisses me. She rolls over so that she can back up into me. It feels nice having a young, thin woman with big boobs in my arms. I fall asleep.

Chapter 4 -- Mrs. Franklin

It's 4:55 PM, and I'm knocking on the door of a mansion. I am to escort Mrs. Franklin for the evening, that is all I know. A butler answers the door and lets me in. He never asked for my name, she must rent a lot of men. I am left at the front door, all by myself.

The house is charming. Lots of antiques, expensive paintings, sculptures, and big rooms with color. Someone spent a lot of money decorating and purchasing just enough to make it look lived in and classy without being trashy.

Everything is clean and well cared for. I don't see any maintenance issues, that isn't normal. The craftsmanship of the furniture is top quality, probably master level. I could live in a house like this, it seems like such a waste for one woman. I see no evidence of children.

Thirty minutes later and a middle-aged woman, in her 40's, appears at the top of the stairs on the second floor. She is wearing an elegant long evening dress that has some cleavage for her huge breasts. The dress accentuates her thin waist and wide hips, showing off all her alluring curves.

She has jet black hair that's long and curled. Her face is nice looking, but nothing special. She is using a lot of makeup.

Wendy speaks with a loud commanding voice, "I take it you are from the agency. A bit older and not quite as cute as I have been getting. I was desperate; this is a last-second thing. My husband left the country, and I need a date for the art show and auction. It's for the homeless shelter.

"It's probably best if you don't talk. There'll be a lot of important people there tonight, and I need to conduct business. I don't need you messing things up for me. Just hold my hand and stay close. Get me drinks when I ask you to, and we will get along fine."

I play along, "You're the boss Wendy."

Wendy is annoyed already, "I guess they didn't tell you, call me "Mistress." I own you, and you will do what I tell you to."

This lady is annoying me already. As she walks by me, she refuses to take my hand. I follow her outside, and a limo is waiting for us. I open the door and assist her getting in. She liked that. Finally, I have done something right. I crawl in next.

Wendy offers me a drink, I refuse, I don't drink. I never let me guard down, and I am always watching the environment. I need my full attention; alcohol gets in the way.

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We get to the event, and it's like every other fundraiser. Some booze, some tiny food things, a few colorful dessert things, and they raffle or auction off crap nobody wants for big money. Before that happens, Wendy talks to the important people. She wants to bid on the health insurance for the companies these people own the next time it comes up. She tells them they can do better.

Wendy also gets involved with conversations with her friends, where they talk about the artwork. We are holding hands and have interlocking arms. We look like we care about each other, I sense nothing could be further from the truth.

It's a long, dull evening in a hot, stuffy room. Wendy wants some air; she can't stand the smell of the people anymore. We go out onto a large balcony where two other couples are hanging out. It's a beautiful view of the city. It's a bit cold, I offer my coat, and Wendy takes it.

I have my back to the city and am watching the party. A man has come out and is walking in an arc that will stop at us. My senses are heightened, and I am standing up straight. There is something odd about the person. As he walks, his face doesn't move. Typically, there is a tiny amount of bounce in the face with each step, and you blink.

He is wearing a mask! I put on my gloves. As he nears, I step between Wendy, who has her back to him, and then I see that moment of recognition, he knows who I am. He is surprised to see a man he knows. I hear, "What the f..."

That was as far as he got before I hit him in the face. While he is stunned, I take his knife and thrust it into his ... let's just say I kill him. Nobody wants the gory details. Wendy still has no clue.

I take out my cell phone and dial 911, "Hello, my name is Ken. I have just killed the contract killer Albert Backsenberg at the Center for Performing Arts where the fundraiser for the homeless shelter is going on. It was self-defense, he attacked Wendy Franklin, I intervened."

Wendy feints into my arms. I let her down into a chair with me next to her, holding her up. We look like two lovers.

I continue, "I need at least the highest-ranking person available; I am associated with a federal government agency. We also need the coroner. Your people here can prevent entry to this veranda, which allows the auction to continue. They really need that money." I hang up.

Wendy is awake, "That's not the first person you have killed, is it? You are way too calm."

I ask Wendy, "Do you really want to know?"

I explain how this will work, "When they get here, I heard you needed a bodyguard and reached out to you. You need to understand, I'm a good, honorable person. Being an escort is a front for a more significant need. This was chance; he knew who I was and that surprised him.

"Of course, this means that you have made an enemy. Would your husband do this? You said he just left the country. There's no better alibi. Stay with a friend and see if someone new isn't living in your home. Hire a detective. Have the police investigate."

Wendy looks sad, "Can't you help?"

With sadness in my voice, "Sorry, I'm after some bigger fish that very much need my services. They have done many horrible things. I must stop them, the police can't." We are there for two hours with the police before we are released.

I gave a statement and then hand over my lawyer's card and refuse to talk. Wendy said over and over, "I didn't see anything." She told them exactly what I suggested. Eventually, she hands them her lawyer's card and shuts up.

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At home, Wendy looks tired, I don't know if I am staying or going home. No staff is around, all the lights are out but the hallway.

Wendy starts walking up the stairs.

I call up, "Well, I guess I'll be heading home. I want to ..."

Evil Wendy is back, "I paid for you, boy. Follow me."

I already know this is going to end badly. She has quite the attitude. I follow her upstairs; she has a gorgeous bedroom. There is a lot of lace linens, a canopy bed, beautiful art on the walls, amazingly crafted woodwork in all the furniture.

Wendy adds, "I found a master furniture maker in Washington. I see you like his work. After several years, it's nothing special, kind of like my husband. Strip, and I want you up on the bed, on your back. I will be driving tonight."

I standstill. She is frustrated. She screams at me and tries to slap my face. I deflect her hand away from my face. Now, she is livid at me. I push her naked body onto the bed.

While she is fuming, I slowly strip in front of her. She likes this. I slowly unbutton my shirt. My suit coat comes off. My tie comes off. My shirt comes off, one sleeve at a time. My chest is available for viewing. The scars from two knives and three gunshot wounds are visible. They are healed but stick out on my body still. I continue with my belt, button, zipper, and then the pants. I have my boxers on with a visible tent.

I use both hands to pull down my right and left side of my boxers. My cock bends down, and I push down the boxers. When I push far enough, it bounces up. Wendy finds that amusing.

Wendy commands me, "I want you in the center of the bed, blindfolded, and with a big man like you, I have handcuffs."

I laugh at Wendy, that does not amuse her.

I ask Wendy, "How many times have you done this to those meek, pathetic boys? I bet what 25, 50 times? Is it really as fun as the first time?" She looks defeated. "How about we try something new? I have a system."

Wendy looks interested, almost hopeful, "I like the looks of the young men. Each is far better than my husband. I don't thrill the kids, I'm older and dominant. Many won't eat me and are quick to leave. Your agency at least has well-hung men, that part feels great."

I take the blindfold and handcuffs from Wendy, and I cuff her to the bed and put on the blindfold on her. She is scared, literally trembling.

I kiss Wendy tenderly, she relaxes.

I speak softly, "I saw Albert walking in an arc to us. That's when I got up and stood between you and him. It was too dark to make out the face until he was close. When I saw him select his weapon, I knew who he was, and that he was there to kill you. He would have brought a team to kill me."I am the type of man that can do anything I want to you. I don't need the blindfold or handcuffs. I use them for your benefit." She cocks her head, she doesn't understand. "I am doing what I want, no matter what. To help you understand that I'm in control, I blindfold and restrain you. It will make sense as it plays out.

"I need you to let go of your plan and allow mine to play out. By being restrained, you allow yourself to accept something new, because, let's face it, you really don't have a choice."

Wendy is now spread eagle on the bed. I left the bonds loose, no need to make it uncomfortable. I leave the ball gag out so she can breathe easier.

I kiss her, but she has little patience for that. With being married, some women leave that only for men they love. I won't fault her on this, I see it as a good sign. A sign of character. I trace my kisses south to her large breasts. Wendy is a 36C-34-36 type woman. Not a ton of curves but enough to be good looking.

I play with the nipples and areola, I suck hard, soft, and just a tiny bit. Wendy blows up in a massive orgasm. I snuggle up and let her ride it out. It takes a while. She has a genuine smile on her face. Now that her breathing is regular and her heartbeat has slowed down, I move down between her legs.

She spreads wide for me to please her. This woman has experienced the pleasures of a man, I need to be good. I start with two fingers in her sloppy pussy. I use a wide tongue to tease her lips and clit. I am slow and gentle; I call this girl mode. I work my two fingers around while licking the lips, the hole, and her clit. Wendy provides all the feedback I need. She thunders a moan of approval.

Wendy is grabbing the bed sheets and holding tight enough for her hands to turn red and then white. I blow a natural breath across her mons, and she orgasms. It's a lifeless body, but she is still able to watch me. Her grin is big.

Wendy says to me, "You know what you're doing all right. Please continue." I continue to get her off with a quick darting tongue, the alphabet, my whiskers, and then humming. By the end of this, she is worn out and wants some real action.

Wendy says to me, "You're really an asshole. I like to be dominant. With the money I am paying, you'd think I could get fucked the way I like it."

Frustrated, I ask, "Think back over all the escorts you have had. Do any of them stand out?" I pause. "No. Do you know why not? Because you always ask for the same fucking thing. Over and over, you get your way, and it's the same boring stuff every time. I may be the worst you ever have, but I sure as hell will stand out. You will remember me.

"You're used to pushing people round because you have more money than they do. They want to keep you happy. A week ago, I was living off the land in the Rocky Mountains. I'm retired. I'm helping my family for a while, then I'm gone again. So, I really don't give a damn what you want or how you want it. I'll give you everything I have to make this awesome for you tonight."

I remove the handcuffs, pick up her almost limp body, and put it into doggie position. I slide into this beautiful woman. I only use half of my cock. I push in and pull out in a slow and relaxed rate. I sense she is bored; I speed up. I can hear a bit of labored breathing and a moan. This is much better.

I push in, my veins scratch against her walls, allowing her to know exactly where they are. It's not just a stick, there are wavy veins on the side, that feels great. The head also feels unique, it breaks the passage open for the shaft to follow. Even that feels good as it's a tight fit.

Wendy spreads her legs wider for me. I spank her ass, she hated that. From time to time, I speed up and then slowly reduce speed until I am back at my cruising speed. I do this, so it isn't the exact same thing for an hour. She needs some variety; I will aim for corners in her pussy. No, a pussy doesn't have a corner, I just imagine it does. It changes the angles, and she will think about that for a while.

Eventually, it's time to speed up. First, I start using my entire length for a few strokes. Wendy gives me an "OH, FUCK ME!" I gradually increase the fucking speed. After a while, I am at my fastest rate without shortening my length. That is something I won't do this time. I want her to get the entire length and enjoy it.

I use some strength, so it's a bit rougher than average. No way I call this rough. I can do rough, but that's something they must ask for. It gets intense. I wait for her to orgasm before I do. She lasted much better than most, I am impressed. In the end, a woman can only take so much pleasure. After she screams out the announcement of her orgasm, I blast my ropes of cum into this fine woman.

Wendy is exhausted, laying on the bed. I pick her up and carry her in my arms to the shower. They have a multi-head shower. I have seen all kinds and know precisely how to turn it on. She can't stand on her own yet, so I assist by cleaning and later drying her body.

While drying her body, Wendy asks me, "How did you know who Albert was and what he was going to do?"

I am on my knees. I look up at Wendy and say with a smile, "I am retired now. I used to work for the government. It's a big thing with many departments. Some are seen, and some hang out in the background doing various things that need to be done. Some people kill, some heal, some make laws, some push paper, I have seen a lot. I had a job that was not conducive to having a wife. I live a lonely life now."

Wendy smiles at me, "You didn't tell me shit."

I laugh, "Three types of people know Albert. Those that do the same thing he does, those that try to stop him, and those that try to arrest him. What do you think I am?"

Wendy laughs out loud, "He was afraid of you. His death came quick and easy for you. I'll tell everyone you are in law enforcement."

I smile at her, "You're a smart woman."

I pick Wendy up again; she hangs on to my neck this time. I lay her down on her back in the middle of the bed.

Wendy says to me, "I have paid already. You can dress and lock the door on your way out."

I laugh at Wendy and get on the bed between her knees.

I say with a smirk on my face, "I'm not done with you. Like I said, I have a system."

I tower over her and slowly push my cock into her slot. Wendy squeaks and then moans her enjoyment. I quickly get to a faster speed than last time. I am using my entire length now, and she loves that. Half was still beautiful, but the whole thing is soooo much better.

I try to be gentle this time. The next round will be much rougher. I like my date to feel a large contrast at that point. Each time I change something to make it more interesting. Right now, Wendy is a big fan.

My hips are rolling like a car's piston. Pushing in and out at a constant rate, always the same depth, always the same speed, never faltering. Damn, she feels good. She is holding me tight and moaning slightly with each thrust.

The shower washed her hair and wiped out her makeup. She looks older but more natural. She is pretty, but I understand women trying to fight age. I don't blame her. She seems to be far away, maybe remembering something from a while ago. Her body is on fire, and I think her orgasm is rapidly approaching. I haven't seen this before.

As expected, Wendy orgasms hard. This one kicks her ass. She is still far away, my orgasm is short, only a few ropes of cum. I haven't had enough time to get the old sperm factory in overdrive yet. The next one will be better.

I use my fingers to move her hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ears. With a startled surprise, her eyes pop open, and she starts breathing. That makes me feel much better.

I ask Wendy with a curious tone, "Where were you? It was like you checked out."

Wendy has a huge smile on her face, "My first boyfriend was a third cousin. He took my virginity at the family cabin. That was the last time that sex was great. I was comparing it to now, and the cabin falls far short. I want to thank you for this. You're right, I will never forget you. Are you staying the night?"

I sigh, "I'm not allowed to stay the night. Too many bad things happen with spouses, house staff, neighbors. If you're up to it, I can go one more time. However, I got to warn you. This is rough fucking. Hard, forceful, slamming, and quick. I might grab your arms, your hair, or spank your ass. You may get bruised. It's a hard and intense twenty minutes."

Wendy has a tear in her eyes, "I'd love to. However, I have a big meeting tomorrow, and I am already past my bedtime. I guess I'll just have to get you again and make sure I have the next day off. I'd love to experience that.

"I am wiped out. Since you saved my life today, I think I can trust you to lock the door on your way out. I want to thank you very much for tonight. You were right, I'll remember you for a long time."

I bend over and kiss her good night. I grab my stuff, turn off her light, and close the door. I am half-dressed, I dress in the hallway and then leave.

+++++

Laura is up, waiting for me. She is mad.

Laura has venom in her voice, "The killing is all over the news. Wendy's name was used. Lucky for you, yours was not. The first job and you kill someone? What the FUCK!"

She throws a glass at me. I duck, and it shatters against the wall.

Surprised, I say, "What, do I let him kill her? The husband leaves the country at the last second. She calls me. I am standing on a veranda and a contract killer makes an arc towards her back. At the last second, he realizes it's me, and I kill him. I call 911, tell them my name, and they come out. One hundred and twenty minutes later, we're going home. What should I have done differently?"

Laura asks, "Husband?"

I reply, "I'd bet anything he was behind it. He probably has a new girlfriend and wants a divorce. Death is quicker."

Laura is still mad, "Go to bed. In two days, I might have something for you. Find those killers."

Chapter 5 -- Investigating

I wake up at dawn the next day. I shower, dress up, grab some toast and coffee, and then head to my office. I know who these people are, and I know enough about them to know they are highly intelligent. I won't find them; they will find me. Most likely, that means that one of our customers, probably one that I know, is going to die.

With Albert's death, they will investigate that. It's not often a contract killer dies publicly. They will eventually figure out I did it, and they will then deduce that I am after them. They could come here and kill my family or me. Too much unpredictability here. They will want to know the layout. They will pick a woman, kill her, live in the house, and plan how to surprise me.

They also know I have thought of these things. The problem they have is they're not used to this type of planning. They take random people by surprise and then have their fun. They don't know how to defend a house or attack a position like I do. As a killer, we study every angle, every exit, every route, the people, their habits, and the way they think.

Just in case they are daring, I need to increase the defense of the house. Extra people, night vision, dogs, close gate, patrol the property in pairs. It won't be for long; these types of people get impatient. The longer this goes on, the more nervous they get. Today, I research security companies, their talents, their experience, and how soon they can start. Money is not a factor. By noon, I have hired a company. They are on their way over.

I save and shut down. Time for lunch.

Laura and Alice are waiting for a steak sandwich to be made. They start another for me. Her staff is rather friendly, which surprises me. I don't see mom and dad.

I ask, "Where are mom and dad?"

Laura is smug, "At work. We still need to make money, you know."

I am forceful, "They come home now! There are four people out there that want to kill you three, and after last night, probably me too. We're going to make this place a fortress. I hired extra guards. They have dogs, snipers, and night vision for dark. All drapes and shades are closed, you don't go outside. The gate stays locked. If someone stops by, security will unlock it and will have people with him or watching from a distance.

"We are in lockdown. You are VERY much in danger, especially after I killed Albert last night. They know or will know soon that I'm here, and that will scare the shit out of them."

Alice is freaking out, "What have you done? With all the killings, we don't have that kind of money. You'll bankrupt us!"

I answer, "Fine! I'll pay for it. I know this is going to suck being stuck inside. No boyfriends, no dates, no sex. It should only be a few days. Albert's death will scare them, and they will want to speed up their timeline. My guess is about four days. They're smart, they will assume one of you will crack and then they get their fun. Hmm, come with me right now to my office."

The sandwiches are still being made, they get up and follow me to my makeshift office. Once inside, I turn over the board with the pictures of the group's victims. Both women can't look long and turn away, wanting to hurl but unable to.

With a soft, humble voice, "I don't want to find one of you like that. I hate both of you and what you do. But that is no way to leave this world."

I take both their hands and drag them back to the kitchen, where the steak sandwiches and fries are waiting for us. I grab my sandwich and bite in. It's delicious.

Laura looks at me with disgust, "How can you eat after seeing those pictures?"

I smirk, "I need to keep up my strength so I can kill those sons of bitches. I do everything I can to give me the slightest edge. I suggest you do the same, it may save your life."

They both ate a full sandwich.

I explain to my sister and niece, "From now on, all women meet me outside their front door before I get out of my car."

They both throw a fit.

I am mad, I scream, "SHUT UP!" I pause. Now milder yet still mad, "This is to protect our customers. If we don't do this, they die after a few hours of 'fun.' With this, they can't harm the women, or I will know. I am a much bigger fish than the ladies are."

Alice mocks me, "Um no. These are rich women. It takes a rich woman to pay our prices."

Unimpressed, "Rich is a word easily thrown around. There are many levels of rich. I am not in the billionaire range, but after twenty-five years of wise investing and spending almost no money, I have a nice amount built up. If nobody can find you, they can't kill you. It worked out well."

Laura is next to attack me, "What the hell is wrong with Mrs. Franklin? What did you do to her? She says she needs you tonight and tomorrow night. She called three times."

I am defensive, "It's just my system. Tell her no. I need to meet more women. She can't hog me. When she truly sounds desperate and scared, then you book me immediately. That goes for any other woman. If that happens, remind them about standing outside where I can see them, or I will drive on by. That is how I'll know they are there."

Alice tells Laura, "I told ya, it was pretty good. You'll get a lot more of this."

Laura whispers, "No man is that good."

Alice rolls her eyes, "Yeah, mom, you're right. You know everything."

I spend the rest of the afternoon deciding how to survive an encounter with four killers. We have an excellent dinner and then about 10:00 PM, I go to bed. Last night, Wendy wore me out. Other than Alice, it had been a while for me. I am glad they have a day in between, no way I can do consecutive nights my way.

I sleep naked, I don't like having boxers on, I like the freedom of letting it all hang out. I have a fan on in the room, so there is some noise. It helps me go to sleep. Out in Colorado, you can hear the wind and the animals all night long. I am used to some noise.

What I did not expect is some noisy hard shoes walking up to my hallway and to my door. Surprisingly, they knock. Unfortunately, they continue knocking until I say, "Enter."

Alice is in a white lace pushup bra and thong panty set that is almost see-through. In her hands are two ice cream sundaes. She hands me one. She is pacing while holding the silver spoon to eat the dessert. She is amusing to me.

Alice asks me, "So, how do you survive taking on four killers that are smart enough to get away with it for twenty years?"

I am honest, "I am not sure I can. I spent the night going through various situations, and in most of them, I end up dead with one to three of them going with me."

Alice answers me, "That is unacceptable."

I continue, "Hey, I didn't choose this gig. Your mother brought me here. I was happily retired."

Alice counters, "You were hiding from the world. I tried to ruin the sex we had, so it would be no fun. Nothing was going to shatter your world. You were fucking a woman, and it was awesome. It had been a long time for you. I fuck enough men; I know these things."

I am somber, "I dislike those types of relationships. I like a real romance; I like a woman that wants me. You took all the fun out of it. I tried to be unique and wear you down. In the end, I failed. It was far from my best time.

"Sure, you are beautiful and have huge perfect tits. Physically, I don't think it gets better than you. However, knowing you screw so many men and that you hate me really killed the moment for me."

Alice smiles, "Hey, I brought you something fun and yummy. I always feel better after eating ice cream. Mom told me your favorite flavor; we keep a lot on hand now. On bad days, we eat a lot of ice cream. I see you're done; give me your bowl."

She places it on the nightstand, and then fluffs two pillows I am not using. I have a terrible feeling.

I say with fear, "I am tired, I need to get my strength back. I need to be perfect to have any hope against four of them."

Alice closes the door and locks it. She smiles at me and then turns off the lights.

In a soft voice, Alice whispers, "You didn't stay the night. I want to see what I missed. All you need to do is hold me tonight. No kissing, no licking, no playing with nipples, and certainly no fucking. I don't want to risk your life. We need you. I'll feel safer having you near me. I can't sleep at night."

That's a likely story. She will want sex soon enough. I hold her, that is easy enough to do, and she smells nice. I have a new date tomorrow. That should be interesting.

Chapter 6 -- Mrs. Kline

Waiting outside is Mrs. Kline. She isn't happy with me; I am two minutes early.

As I get out of my car, she walks aggressively at me and swings a crop at my calf. I swiftly step forward, and her arm hits my calf.

I ask Mary, "Do you intend to harm me?"

Mary laughs hard at that, "Do you know what a dominatrix is? I like to play hard. I want you to strip here."

I ask Mary, "Do you know who I am?"

Mary laughs at me again, "You are merely an escort. You will do as I say, and you'll be handsomely rewarded. Now strip."

I smile, "Or what?"

Mary laughs yet again, "I have taken down bigger and tougher boys than you. Laura suggested you personally. Strip."

I strip in her driveway. Mary is happy now. She walks into the house and wants me to follow. It's a huge house. The curved stairways go upstairs, where there looks to be many bedrooms and washrooms. To the left is the dining room and then the kitchen. To the right is a vast living room and TV. We take the rounded stairway down to the basement.

It's damp and colder down here. She opens a heavy door, and inside is a bunch of BSDM furniture pieces like a stock aide, a fucking table, a cage, a cross, chains for pulling people up into the air. I see spreader bars, crops, and several first aid kits.

Near the door are fresh towels and clean water. I smell a lemony soap as well. Obviously, for cleaning afterward. She has four men downstairs with hoods over their heads. They stand motionless.This isn't what I want. No way, I would rather go home.

I inform Mary, "I think you got the wrong guy for this. I am not a BSDM type of guy. Someone will get hurt if you try to force me."

Mary walks to me very seductively, I am weary. She is swaying her hips, smacking her lips, and staring into my eyes. As she comes close, she puts her hands on my neck and pumps a spray into my face. She runs away with a maniacal laugh like she just won.

Mary says with a strong voice, "When you wake up, we are going to have a good time. I guarantee it. Your sister told me what an asshole you are."

I ask Mary, "What's your plan, 'B'? I don't think that spray is working too well. 37 substances can knock a person out and 152 poisons can kill you. I am immune to most."

Mary says with a weak voice, "Boys, knock him out, please. Don't hurt his cock; I still want to use that tonight. You can be as brutal as you want."

Two of the boys took off the hoods and look like they can do damage to me. As one steps up to me, he points at his chin; he wants to intimidate me. He thinks he can take any punch. What a dumb ass. I use just a small wind up and punch him in the face. As expected, he goes straight down. Out cold.

The other two take their hoods off, and now they want to coordinate their attacks. All three lunge at me. I grab the one on the right and re-direct him into the other two. The first one that gets up, he gets a punch in the stomach, the wind is knocked out of him. The next one gets up, and he thinks he is a kickboxer, a roundhouse to my head. I duck and hit a nerve in his neck, he crashes to the floor in extreme pain.

The third is looking at me, I smile at him and say, "Look at your friends, do you really think you will fare any better? If you do, I will end up having to kill you. You read the papers? I was on a date two days ago and saved the lady by killing Albert. I work for enough agencies that my name was not published, and no pictures were shown. Come on, punk, make a decision!"

He looks at Mary, she says, "I want you to kill him."

I slap her face.

Now I show her my contempt, I swat her legs hard with the crop, making her cry out.

With a hard look and a grave voice, "Fuck you! I am worth twice what you are. Money doesn't entitle you to be an asshole. I have killed many people, these four are lucky to be alive still. Had you put me under and played with me, I'd have killed you for sure.

You three, hold your friend tight, so I can cure him. They fought hard to keep him in place. I manipulated his neck, and the nerve is no longer between two vertebrae. He was very thankful for me fixing him. They leave. I use a crop and herd, Mary, upstairs to her room. There, I tie her arms to the bed's poles. I leave her legs free.

I softly talk to Mary, "I have a system, it's what I do. This is what I do to women. The only difference is that I will never come back here. This is the only time you get this. I would love to gag you and shut your face, but that might kill you, so I won't. I didn't come here to cause you harm, intimidate you, or make you my slave. I came here to show you a good time. Now sit back and take it like a woman."

I kiss her, play with her nipples, eat her to six orgasms, and then fuck her with half my cock. To finish her off, her legs are up near her ears. I get great penetration. After I showered, I fuck her again at a faster speed. She orgasmed at least four times just this round. She is exhausted. I slick back her hair; it's getting in her face. I give her more time, she is still pink in the face and upper chest.

She is still breathing hard; I sit on the bed.

While breathing heavy, Mary asks, "You asked me if I knew who you were. I had no idea. Who are you?"

I sit and think about my answer. How much do I tell her? She is looking at me with interest.

I am soft with my voice, "For almost twenty years, I worked for the army and the CIA. I was very good at what they asked me to do. They don't let people retire; they get retired, permanently. I live in the Rocky Mountains. They can't find me. This week they protected me because I am on the trail of people they want killed."

Mary asks without thinking, "Why are you here?" Then it hits her. "You're undercover. You meet me outside to make sure they didn't get here first. No, that keeps me alive."

She has tears running down her face.

My voice is stronger now, "These are evil people, probably the worst I will ever kill. They deserve it."

I spread her legs; she willingly helps. This is my fastest and roughest round of the three by far. There isn't anything about this she hates. She is grunting loud with each thrust into her body. I am using the full length. With each thrust, I shorten the length, so I can go faster. The longer I go, the quicker I go, but the less depth I use.

My muscles are rippling from pulling her to me and then pushing her from me. Neither of us lasts more than ten minutes. She screams a high-pitched shout and then falls limp. I shower, dress, and then release her arms. She is in tears.

Mary asks, "What if no BSDM, no pain, just me? Any chance you might come back?"

I kiss Mary on the lips, "You were a fun fuck, but no. You wanted to do things against my will. Only my training saved me. There are many nice women out there. There are men that like what you do, find one of them. I'm not one of those men. Good-bye, I will lock the door on my way out.

Chapter 7 -- Laura

I am smoldering on my way home. My sister set me up with her on purpose. It's bad enough that I am doing her dirty work and slept with my niece. It's time to put her in her place. The lights are on in the house as I pull up and park the car in the garage.

As I walk into the living room, Alice looks scared. She knows and is remorseful. Laura has a smug look on her face. My muscles are rippling as I walk through the house with heavy feet.

I say to Laura, "I will deal with you tomorrow." Her smug look is gone. "I don't work until we talk. No women and no investigating. I don't know why you hate me so much, but tomorrow it ends. I'm too tired to beat you properly tonight."

Laura laughs, "You won't touch me."

I give her the look of death, "I drew blood tonight."

She doesn't need to know it was the nose from one of the punks.

I go up to my bed, take off my clothes, lock the door, turn off the lights, and get in bed. I am worn out. Within seconds my door is open, my light is on, and Alice is walking towards me with a pump bottle.

Alice removes the blankets, "On your back, big boy. You need a massage. What the fuck is that welt! That bitch did that to you and lived? Damn, mom is in big trouble."

I am too tired to care. Alice pours a thick liquid on my back and shoulders. She quickly rubs it into my skin, so I am oiled all over. She moves to my arms. She tries to use pressure and uses long strokes to go from my neck to my shoulders and then down my arms. Other times, she starts at the neck and then goes up and down my back. She uses her fingers to rub it in.

Ten minutes later, and she is using her big 36DD's to oil me up. She oiled the tits, and they drag up and down my body. I am amazed, my body is responding. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She is early 20's with a fantastic body, altered to make her the perfect fucking machine.

I try to relax and enjoy, it feels terrific. Alice turns around and does my legs. More oil and then she runs her hands up and down my well-defined legs. While thinking of my legs, I realize that I should run some while I am here. I don't want to get soft.

Alice has me roll over, and immediately my anger is back, Laura is standing there. She, too, has a pump in hand. Alice can see the hate in me.

Alice says in a soothing voice, "Mom is magical with feet. You'll say they don't hurt, but after she finishes, you will love it. I'll do your legs first, then she'll do your feet. Mom, do you see that big red welt? That was Mary's doing."

After she finishes my legs, she spins on my cock, smiles, and then repeats the back pattern on my chest. She spends much longer feeling and massaging my chest. Laura lifts my legs onto her lap, and she massages my feet. Like Alice said, she is magical.

As Alice pushes forward to reach my shoulders, she comes back down my body. This time she spears her pussy with my cock.

Her exact words are "Whoops!"

Whoops my ass, for the last ten minutes, she has been trying to take me. I am too tired to fight her tonight. Alice lifts my lifeless arm and drops it.

Alice giggles as she says to her mother, "We can do anything we want to him tonight. He can't defend himself; he's too tired. Mary wiped him out, or he gave her everything he had."

Laura slaps her daughter in the face, "DON'T EVEN THINK THAT. Do you have any idea how bad I feel? Look what he has done for us, look at what I have done to him. Why am I still alive?"

She continues the massage while crying hard. Alice stops fucking me.

Alice looks at her mother, smiles, "But mom, he only kills evil people. Oh shoot, I see your point. Is your will up to date? Ken, can you give her a few days to update her will? You can have half."

I want sleep. Alice realizes I am fading fast. She cleans me with a towel and then rolls over in front of me.

Alice says to her mother, "Lights and door, please. I'll get breakfast."

I use a chilling voice of death, "Laura, you ever pull the shit you did tonight on me again, I'll guarantee you won't see it coming."

Alice bolts up in bed, "Mother! He's helping us. Why would you do anything to risk him leaving? Arrrrrgggggg! Go! Leave us alone!"

Laura turns off the lights and closes the door softly.