The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 15
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Our various characters are moving on from the tumultuous Homecoming game, the dance, and the partying at the Club. Things aren’t all coming up roses. Enemies have been made, and new alliances will be required to deal with them.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Enema First Masturbation Oral Sex BBW
Eventually, Julio and Kelly escaped Julio’s family and went to the Club, where they were not expected. When Abby made this clear to them, they petitioned for membership; Kelly handled the transaction, placating Julio while dealing with Abby. Abby called Toby, who approved it on the spot – both Kelly and Julio had the standard conditioning, after all. A quiet room and Kelly’s magic mouth on his cock relieved Julio of the last of his anger and impatience and they made love – and, perhaps more important, cuddled, bonded, watched a little TV and enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually, without meaning to, they stayed all night, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
~#####~ Wednesday afternoon found Delaney Morrison more than a little bit unhappy! NONE of her bugs or other devices planted earlier in the week were functioning! Even remote monitoring was impossible; the Miracle Ear remote microphone she’d used previously only picked up a buzz! She was sitting in her car across the street from the Simpson residence trying to plan her next move when she became aware of a suit coming up the sidewalk toward her car.
It was Jack Mercer, a colleague. Delaney sat grimacing as he stepped up to the driver’s window. “Hello, Delaney.”
“Hi, Jack.”
“My principal takes exception to Mrs. Simpson and her friends being bugged.”
“Was I that sloppy?”
“I’d say her husband was.” He eyed her for a minute. “How important is this job to you?”
“Why?”
“I’ve been instructed to ask you if you would consider changing employers – more or less without notice.”
“Double on my principal?” Delaney replied. “That’s unethical.”
“I was instructed to ask you why you thought Hobart was using you.”
“What makes you think it was Hobart?” Delaney replied.
“I don’t think, Delaney. I KNOW!” Jack grinned.
“I’m not admitting anything.”
“What about the question?” Jack pressed.
Delaney shrugged. “Price?”
“He knows your secret, Delaney, and he thinks he can use it to control you,” Jack declared.
“What secret?”
“I wasn’t told, Honey. I was just told to tell you that. Better watch your step, huh?” Jack eyed her.
“Who’s pulling YOUR strings?” Delaney asked to cover her unease. If Jack had known, it wouldn’t have been THAT secret. Since he didn’t, that was a message in and of itself.
“I guess you’ll have to investigate.” Jack grinned at her. “Leave the Simpson women alone. Leave the Baker family alone. Leave the Ellises alone. And leave the Whites alone. Give some thought to covering your pert little ass, in case your principal turns on you. And if you change your mind about that other thing, call me.”
“You know I can’t just stop because you say so, Jack,” Delaney pointed out. “What kind of a PI would I be if I did?”
Jack chuckled. “Why don’t you come by and pick me up in the mornings so we can carpool, then, since I’ll be in your rearview mirror all day long?”
Delaney raised an eyebrow. “Full time?”
Jack grinned like a shark. “There’s only one of you, Honey. The opposing team is ... somewhat larger. I’m not saying that watching you shower every morning wouldn’t be entertainment, but I would probably have someone spelling me at night.”
Delaney batted her eyes at him. “Jack, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirting!”
“Who says you know better?” Jack replied, deliberately eyeballing her cleavage.
“Your wife wouldn’t be thrilled.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not looking for a relationship. Just resting my eyes, maybe.”
“Seriously, Jack, what do you care if Elaine Simpson’s husband wants me to keep an eye on her?”
Jack eyed her levelly. “You know, Hobart doesn’t like blacks – unless he’s sticking his dick in them. He’s pretty equal opportunity about that. Elaine isn’t the primary target; Tyrone Baker is.”
Delaney pursed her lips. “My, my, Jack. One wonders at your sources of information.”
Jack didn’t even blink; he was certain, not guessing. She hadn’t shaken him. Unfortunately, the reverse wasn’t true. Jack had given her an idea, however: the Simpson compound might be momentarily impregnable, but the Whites would have fewer means.
She eyed him for a few moments, lips pursed, and said, “Thanks for the conversation, Jack. Better run to your car.” She started up and pulled away.
Jack didn’t bother. As soon as she hit the end of the block, his partner pulled up to get him. The tracker they had on Delaney’s car would tell them where she was going without any requirement to watch her directly. That left a whole second team at the Simpson’s.
~#####~ Lucius White wasn’t pleased with his son. “What the fuck? She’s just another piece, right?”
“No, Pop. She’s...” Otis began.
“White, right?” Lucius cut him off. “Since when is there a fucking limit on white bitches?”
“I was gonna say rich,” Pop,” Otis replied. “She’s white, too, of course, and she’s a fine fuck – but just as important, her family has money.” Pop would just laugh if he said anything about love or whatever, so Otis kept it real.
“So, you’re gonna make like an oreo?”
“I could hang out here and get rich running drugs, I guess,” Otis sniped. “You’re doin’ pretty good, right?”
“Watch your fucking mouth, Boy!”
“Look, Pop. I can play this game,” Otis waved at their undeniably modest digs, “or I can hitch myself up to Beverly and let her family take me places I can’t get on my own.”
Lucius shook his head. “That Tyrone Baker is in YOUR head, like he gets into bitches’ heads.”
“We’ve just got a good thing going, Pop. I don’t want to fuck it up, just so you can get a piece of white pussy. Now, if you want to give me a little while to get organized...”
Lucius squinted at him. “You think you got it locked up that tight?”
“Pop, I’ll be honest. I’m doing better than Tyrone. Cindy Simpson’s old man is trying to get him pried loose from his daughter. Ain’t nobody in any position to fuck me up but YOU!”
“You be missing something, probably,” Lucius grunted. “Tyrone be generally ahead of you lookin’ for shit.”
“The big worry we BOTH got is that they’ll try to get him through me, and that means, of course, that they’ll try to get ME through you and Ma.” He sighed. “I’m askin’ you, Pop: please keep an eye out and watch your back. Let me know if you hit something that smells funny. If you do, it’s gonna pay for itself down the road, I promise.”
“Shit,” Lucius grunted. “What about them other bitches?”
“Patty and Simone?” Otis confirmed. “We don’t run ‘em no more because we got to be clean. But I’ll tell Slick and Marcel that you ought to have privileges, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Lucius wasn’t thrilled. On the other hand, the uppermost thought in Otis’ mind was, ‘Why don’t you poke Ma every once in a while?’ It went unsaid, however; Otis wanted to appease his father, not irritate him further.
Lucius thought his boy was a fool. Otis wasn’t going to make the big time riding some white cunt, rich or not. But the boy was ... different ... the last few days. It was like he wasn’t the genuine Otis anymore, but somebody pretending to be him. That had to be Tyrone’s influence. Well, it would all blow over. He got in his truck and headed off to get a beer.
Delaney happened along just in time to detect that and follow him. Tyrone had said something about Otis’ dad being the weak link, so maybe he was.
Her tails didn’t detect this right away, but when the operative watching the White home reported that Lucius was on the move seconds after Delaney just rolled by the house without stopping, they put two and two together pretty quickly.
~#####~ Camilla Reed sat before a mirror, putting on her makeup. She needed a little pocket money – or pocketbook money – so it was time to hunt down a sucker. Wednesday was a good night to do that, because there wasn’t a serious crowd like you got on the weekend and those that were around were needy and pretty easily hooked.
‘Tomorrow, I’ll get my nails done,’ she mused. She looked around as she put on her nylons and attached the garters. She didn’t like to wear pantyhose when she went hunting – they weren’t racy. ‘Three or four more months and I’ll ditch this dump. Clint can live here until the landlord shows up to evict him. He won’t know any better.’ Clint had a birthday coming up, after which his value as the source of the base layer of her income would be at an end. ‘He’ll be better off on his own, anyway – and I will, too. We’ll both be free – and not a moment too soon!’ The kid had been a lot less trouble than he could have been, but too much, anyway. She’d paid and paid for that mistake – the one time she’d let her guard down, even temporarily. But the kid had paid, too: on his own for weeks at a time, sometimes, while she was running a con.
She tossed her blonde locks and checked her face – her third face. Camilla didn’t just get nose jobs or eyebrow lifts or whatever; she generally took the time every five years or so to have a serious alteration done. It simplified things – and allowed her to go back to an old sucker in an emergency as a completely new person, and bilk them again. A tuck here and there helped preserve the looks of the rest of her body while she was at it; she could pass for being mid-twenties if she worked at it, instead of thirty-seven.
She then added those essentials – the blouse that let her lace bra show just a touch, and the skirt that was just a little too short and the perfect heels to define her legs – and it was time to head out.
The kid was in the den with a black guy, watching TV. Was that a guy? Skinny, no tits, but...
“I’m going out,” she announced. “I don’t know yet if I’ll be overnight. Don’t sell the place. I’m probably going to Winton.”
The kid just looked at her and nodded; they didn’t really speak. She headed out and got into the Caddy, which was just old enough to be a little long in the tooth and give her the appearance of a rich woman down on her luck. Out the driveway and up the street she went, listening to rap – it was important that she stay current. Besides, black men were dumb as – or dumber than – white ones.
Clint was on the phone to Toby before she got the car started. “She’s going out! She said she’s going to Winton.”
“Okay, can we track her?”
“I figure she’ll take the main roads. She’s in the Cadillac. I can follow her in the Ford, if I hurry.” Camilla had a Ford Taurus she used when she wanted to appear to be REALLY down on her luck, or she wanted to do inconspicuous surveillance.
“Do that. I’ll put the team on alert and call you back for a location,” Toby directed.
“We’re gone!” Clint hung up. “C’mon, Brenda.” He snagged the car keys from the hook and took off for the garage at a run.
~#####~ Toby called Poppa Frank, then called Robert Beckwith. “Can you take a trip to Winton?”
“Winton?” Robert blinked. “That’s a bit of a run.”
“I’m guessing she can’t operate TOO close to her base,” Toby replied. “If she did, one of her victims might discover her in the grocery store or something.”
“Good point,” Robert mused. “Yeah, no problem. How long do I have to prepare?” They’d just finished dinner.
“At a guess, she’s out for the evening. We don’t want her sold on you; it’s probably enough that she gives you the once-over. You could probably arrive an hour behind her and be fine.”
“Okay, I’ll hop in the shower and pull a fresh suit.”
“If you can pretend to be from out of town, that might even be better,” Toby mused.
“Good idea.”
“Call me when you’re on the road and I’ll guide you in, okay?”
“Sure.” Robert hung up. “Arlene!”
“Robert?” Arlene was positively obsequious these days.
“Lay me out a fresh suit – something that will make me look prosperous and attractive to women. I’m going out.” He eyed her. “Go ahead, ask me.”
Arlene ducked her head. She had nothing to say – she was WAY ahead of Robert in the Unfaithfulness Stakes, and he knew it.
Robert chuckled. “This is a club thing. I’m going out to bait the hook for another worthless cunt, one who might just make you look like an amateur. I might smell like perfume when I get back, but I don’t PLAN to unzip my zipper. Clearly, I can’t take you; stay here and play the hostess for your son and his girlfriend.” He waved her off. “Hurry, I have only so long to prepare!”
~#####~ Unlike Robert, Poppa Frank took his woman along. Jiang Yi sat in the passenger seat, dressed up abnormally nicely, and uncomfortable about it. Frank needed camouflage where they were going, and Jiang Yi was it. Frank wasn’t any more comfortable – he wasn’t a suit kind of guy.
Last, but not least, Toby and Amy were on the road. Their chances of getting into whatever bar or club Camilla settled upon were slim without what Toby would facetiously refer to as ‘Jedi mind tricks,’ but they didn’t have to – they could see through Robert’s and Frank’s eyes when the time came, or Jiang Yi’s.
It was after ten before all of the players were in place. Robert arrived last, but Poppa Frank and Jiang Yi had been watching Camilla for an hour and Toby had a solid sense of what was up with her. They still needed to bait her to get her to run wide open so they could see what she might do faced with Harmon. They wanted to see if Robert could lure her outside where Toby could actually touch her momentarily, if possible. Clint had done his job when he guided the others in, and Poppa Frank had released him and Brenda long since to return home.
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