Chapter 13

Thanks to markf52 and sorvinofan for the editing help.

We made it back to the dock at eight a.m. and went to get ready for the day. I was informed to come to the office because some men needed to speak with me. I was met by Maggie and Layla on my way to the office. When we arrived, I was a little surprised at how many there were. I asked who was in charge, and a rat-faced detective stepped forward and said, “I am lead detective Ssssssmith, and I am here to ssssearch the office premisssessss.” The way he prolonged his “S’s” the way he did was the way I would think a snake would speak if they could. I instantly knew this guy wasn’t a cop when I saw him.

He showed me a search warrant for the office of ‘James Ashtin,’ but there were no offices of James Ashtin, none, not a one. I told them that they could leave, that there were no such offices here at this location. The faux detective wanted to make a scene and do his chest beating like he was the ‘big guy’ in the room. It was funny when the real cops showed up. Maggie had made a call to a friend of hers. The faux detective changed his tune and wanted to leave as fast as he possibly could.

It didn’t take long for there to be more real cops than the imposter ones. Each of the faux cops was arrested and taken to jail. I knew who had sent the fake cops; it was Erik Himler. He had sent them to gather intel on me and the maidens. I had the faux cops stripped of their nanites, and they were now just wannabe tough guys. Maggie talked to her friend, who told her, “I was already on my way here to talk to James Aston.”

I stood up and introduced myself, and he introduced himself as Detective Sergeant Mathew Grimm, and then I asked, “What do you need with me?”

He went on to explain, “You have a complaint filed against you.”

“What kind of complaint?” Maggie asked first.

“Aggravated assault with intent to commit serious bodily injury or death,” Grimm stated. The room was full of my maidens, and none of them looked very happy; in fact, the room was quite frigid.

Grimm went on to explain the what and how of things. “Sven Johanson had been brought into the local hospital with life-threatening injuries and nearly died twice on the operating table. And when he came to, he would repeat your name over and over again. So, can you tell me where you were between ten and eleven p.m. last night?” Sgt. Grimm asked.

“We were popping fireworks out at sea,” Maggie told him.

“Out at sea?” He asked, looking at me.

“Yeah, we took the boat out and had a three-hour show of it.” I told him.

“How many people were with you?” He asked for writing in his notepad.

“Two hundred seventy.” I told him truthfully.

“Two-seventy? How big is your boat?” He asked, looking up from his notepad.

I walked him to a window at the back of the office where we could see the dock and pointed to Midnight Sky.

“That’s not a boat, that’s a ship!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, and the Australian Navy can vouch for my whereabouts as well.” I said, shrugging my shoulders at him.

“The Navy? Why would the Navy be out there watching you?” He asked, looking confused.

“Long story, so you’ll have to ask them, but I bet they have a nice FLIR recording of us shooting off all the fireworks.” I explained.

“That didn’t give me a time frame for when you were out there.” He shot back.

“We landed on the boat around seven p.m. and sailed out to where we wouldn’t have any light pollution, did our fireworks show, and stayed the night out there. We didn’t get back to the docks until eight this morning.” I told him.

“I’ve got to go make some calls and ask the Navy for their FLIR of you, if I can get it.” He said, rubbing his temple and forehead with his right hand.

Grimm and the handful of officers that remained left. We had an emergency meeting and discussed who we knew was behind both incidents. Melissa came over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and told me, “We just need to go on as normal. We will just keep up our precautions, but we will not let this rule our lives.”

I kissed her forehead, patted her on her butt, and told her, “You’re right.” I suggested, “Let’s get some food and then go to the beach.” The maidens liked that idea, so we ate some lunch and went to the beach.

As usual, the beach was packed, so we picked the spot we were at the last time, over by the lifeguard station. Bambi came over to me and rubbed her nose on mine and said, “Behave yourself, Thumper,” and that got a laugh out of the maidens that were close enough to hear her. I took out my towel, put it between Melissa and Charu, then laid down on it.

I had just laid back on my towel, put my hands behind my head, and started to relax when a shadow fell upon me. I heard both Cahru and Melissa snort and giggle, so I pushed my shades up onto my forehead and opened my eyes. What stood before me was snort-worthy. This guy was a hairy distant relative of Chewbacca, or a shaved Cousin It, with a ten o’clock shadow.

He was covered in hair, with a pot belly, tan, and short, like Danny DeVito short, with a gold tooth. The guy smelled of the coconut oil, which he was more than likely covered in, with a large gold necklace and gold-rimmed sunglasses. What caught me off guard was that he had a head of hair like Larry’s from the Three Stooges, but his bald spot went all the back to his neck. And while he was standing there, he was humping the air as he looked between Cahru and Melissa. The tiny Speedo he was wearing did little to hide what he was packing, which wasn’t much.

“Excuse me, but can I help you?” I asked him.

“So, you’re the new king of the beach,” he said with a nasally sounding voice.

“What can I do for you?” I asked.

“I just wanted to let you know you upset Herc, and he wants a rematch.”

“And who are you? And what are the stakes?” I asked the walking drain clog.

“Sorry, I’m Lou Knoxx, and when Lou Knoxx, you answer.” He said it like it meant something.

That made everyone that had now joined us laugh and snort. Melissa spoke up and said, “This is ‘King Thumper.’” I gave her a smile and a small shake of my head.

“Well, are you going to give Herc the rematch?” he asked.

“You sure are pushy for a pygmy sasquatch,” I told him.

Bobi, Rachael, and Bambi walked up laughing their asses off and kissed me on the lips and then sat beside me on my towel. Lou had really started to hump the air when he saw the three of them.

“If Herc wins, he gets Bobi, Rachael...” and then he pointed at Charu.

Charu sat up and said, “You’re betting more than you can afford, fur boy.”

“These are my maidens, so you better have something good to lose in return,” I told him.

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like something equal in value to these three, that’s like what?” I told him.

He pointed to a group of women standing over with some guy I presumed to be Herc and said, “Pick who you want.”

“I’ve got women; what makes you think I want more?” I asked him.

“How many do you have?” he asked.

“At least these five are mine.” I told him.

“A cunt is a cu...” In a blink, I was standing with his lower lip between my index finger and thumb and using the knuckle of my index finger on a pressure point on his chin. I had him on his tiptoes as I pulled on his lip. I removed his sunglasses with my left hand and could see the tears in his eyes.

“You will never use that word to describe my ladies, or any other ladies, do you understand me?” I told him.

With a nod of his head, I let him down.

“How will I know your women when I see them?” He asked.

“You see the tattoo on them?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said, looking at more than just the tattoo.

“All of my ladies have that tattoo,” I told him.

We walked over to where Herc was and could hear him yelling and cursing at a group of women standing around him. As I got close to the group, I could see several of them had black eyes in various states of healing. Casey, who I didn’t even know was close to me, grabbed my left arm while Bambi grabbed my right, and Melissa got in front of me with Bobi and Rachael. My maidens knew what I wanted to do, so they blocked me from doing it. I looked around, and I was surrounded by my maidens—not all of them, but a bunch of them that were close by.

I asked Lou, “Who are all these women?”

He said, “Some are Herc’s girlfriends, and the others he just fucks.”

“Introduce us,” I told Lou.

Lou walked over to Herc and brought him over to where I was standing. “Herc, this is Thumper. Thumper, this is Herc.”

“My name is James, not Thumper. What’s yours?”

“Herc, my name is Herc.”

“No, really, what is your real name? I bet it’s Herchel, right?”

All he did was glare at me as he turned to walk over to the weight bench. Lou came over to me and told me, “No one calls him by his real name.”

“It was a lucky guess, so now I do,” I told Lou.

I walked over to Herchel and asked, “What are the stakes?”

He told me, “I get my title back, and I can fuck any of your women whenever I want.”

“You’re not man enough for any of my women,” I told him.

“And you are, boy?” He asked with a condescending tone.

“Yeah, I am.” I said knowingly.

“Bullshit!” He replied.

Melissa and Bobi came over and took off my board shorts and walked away.

“You know steroids shrink your dick, right?” I said to him.

“That’s an old wives’ tale,” he said, walking away.

From the crowd, a female voice called out, “Not from the looks of things, from where I’m standing.” That got the crowd laughing and made Herchel angrier.

I asked again, “What are the stakes?” and he repeated what he said before.

“Why do guys like you always want to barter with your girlfriends and women? It makes no sense to me.” I said, shaking my head.

“Those are my demands; take it or leave it.” He exclaimed.

“How many ladies do you have, Herchel?” I asked.

“Ten,” he boasted.

“Okay, I see your ten and raise you.” I said playfully.

“Raise me what?” He asked nervously.

“You leave and never come back to this beach and take the ‘woolly troll’ here with you.” I explained.

This time the crowd was large, very large, and growing. We even had a bunch of lifeguards come over and start watching us because they wanted to see why there was such a big crowd gathering around.

“Deal,” Herchel said.

He lay on the bench, and that’s when I noticed there was only four-eighty-five on the bar.

“That’s not enough weight,” I told him.

“It’s the max lifted on this beach,” he informed me.

“No, I lifted six-fifty.” I informed him.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” He replies.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t we get the lifeguards over here and have them witness what the true weight on the bar is, and when you lose, they ban you and your chia pet from the beach forever.” I said to him.

“Fine by me, when I win you have to watch me fuck your women!” His voice was full of bravado.

I looked at the maidens all around me, and they all nodded in acceptance. “Deal,” I told him.

Herchel did his bench of four-eighty-five and got up with a smirk on his face. Now it was time for me to wipe the smirk off it, so I lay on the bench, and Ilsa got above my head as my spotter. I asked the lifeguards there to add the weight to make it six-fifty. The lifeguards put the weight on and stepped away from the bench. Ilsa was very aroused and had a wet spot on her bikini, letting me know that she would cum at the slightest touch, so I pulled my head up between her legs and buried my nose in her pussy.

I took a very long inhale with my nose and moved it back and forth on her. She gave out a loud moan and sat on my face when her knees buckled. When she got off my face, I got back in place and said, “Damn, I always like to sniff crack before lifting weights.” The crowd roared with laughter, and Ilsa blushed a little.

“I’ll tell you what, I’m going to sweeten the deal even more. I’ll do a press for each one of the ten ladies of yours, and if I miss one press, you win.” I told him.

“Deal,” Herchel said without hesitation.

The crowd counted each one of my reps, one, two, three, four, and when I got to ten, the crowd was in a frenzied state of excitement chanting, “Thumper! Thumper!” They were all but yelling when I pressed ten off my chest and back onto the bench. Herchel didn’t like this and threw a haymaker at me, which I caught.

I looked him in his eyes and told him, “That’s not very sportsmanlike; no one likes a sore loser. You and your ‘Ewok’ friend can leave now.” The lifeguards came over and got in between us and pushed him away from me.

I asked Makenzie to come over and talk to the new Maidens. Makenzie and I walked up to the group, and she started to talk to them. I stopped her and told the ladies, “I will never hit you or ever put you in a situation you didn’t want to be in, ever again.” I then asked, “Who’s Herchel’s girlfriend?” and a cute pixie stepped forward. She was every bit of a hundred and five pounds, five-four, with blonde hair and blue eyes. For all the sun she supposedly got, her skin was as smooth as porcelain, with no blemishes.

I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I could see bruises that were fading on her face, so I kissed each bruise and said, “Hi,” to her. She kissed me and said, “Hi,” back to me, all the while Herchel was watching us.