Chapter 15. Shark Calls

Tuesday September 9, 2008

For Tuesday I planned a long day at work. I was building up some extra hours for the future days where I would skip some office time so I could give Darnel the time, pain and attention he needed after he adjusted to his new drug routine and had a chance to really appreciate the needs addiction put on the body. When I did question him he would be hopelessly addicted, and the only way to get a little relief was to give it up to me.

Because it was Tuesday I knew that Jessica Stern was going on her first overnight date ever with my concubine Li. I had arranged some of the details, including covering the cost of their room. Blank and Chronis were part of an association of hotels/clubs/restaurants that shared less conventional philosophies. They might not work in most towns, but LA had a varied population with expensive tastes and a perpetual desire for something “new and different,” when people with too much money wanted to cheat on their spouse. So each special establishment worked both as a going concern and as something that fed the market desire for the something strange. Li and Jessica had a room reserved at one of the older (5 years) less conventional hotels, Hotel S-O, that attracted customers mainly by word-of-mouth. I am sure it would be an interesting date for both of them.

As usual I spent some time in Sam’s office talking about the coding issues for the E-book. She also had the initial breakdown from Darnel’s computers and phones. Darnel did not have any security to speak of so they all cracked open easily. (This was before of the biometric security, so I didn’t need to get them an eyeball or a finger. Darn it.) Sam gave me a thumb drive to the largest files her geeks cracked open first - they were homemade porn featuring Darnel’s ugly face and uglier parts doing things to somebody far too attractive. (The stretched open intimate close ups of the female became a new geek screen saver, it went viral in the elite community.) I was surprised the cameras survived Darnel’s ugly junk. Some videos were shot with some pretty good equipment, others were just a fixed camera aimed at a bed. I recognized the girl who was involved in all the videos. Besides Darnel there was also a second guy I knew, these three were consistent.

After Sam and I were done I checked the logs. We found Resha was available for a service call, so I entered the summons on the computer, then had Sam join me in my office for some fun. I scheduled it as a double session, I used the service girls less than the guidelines so I was allowed a limited number of doubles.

When Resha arrived at my office she could not see me at my desk but heard the shower running, so she locked the door, got naked and then join me in the shower. Her happiness doubled when she saw Sam in the shower with me, she started to giggle at the prospects of doing both of us. Or maybe both of us doing her. It was a tight fit for three in the shower, but I would not say that was a bad thing. There is always room for somebody on their knees. We took turns licking.

When we were done with the initial rinse and kiss I said that her serving us was not the plan, instead we were going to share a sweet treat, enjoying her while she lay there and took it! She almost swooned at the thought.

First off, she was to stand between is while we both used our soapy hands and washed her front and back, with one of us taking the left side and the other on the right. Some of her more interesting nooks and crannies required extra attention from both of us at the same time. We took turned fingering her sweet pleasure button, then we both had our fingers in her pussy together. Finally I worked a lubed finger into her back door while Sam worked her finger into Resha’s pussy. We both told her how much fun she was to share her sexy body like a toy in the shower. Sam mentioned how we were all “on the clock, in consultation,” as we played with Resha’s goodies, so she was getting paid.

Fuck, love and money, she really liked that combo.

When we were done with the soap we all rinsed off then Sam and I got Resha’s body between us and we pressed together, squeezing her body between us. After the first squeeze we started to rotate side-to-side, using our hands to rotate Resha’s body between us. Where Resha started breast to breast with Sam she rotated until her breasts were pressing against my chest, then kept rotating until she was back facing Sam.

After we dried off it was time for pussy eating. Sam settled on her back on my couch where she asked Resha to sit on her face, the working girl needed to wiggle with pleasure. Once they were settled Sam rotated her butt and lifted her leg. I worked my way between her legs so I could eat her pussy, Sam does eating better when she is being eaten.

Resha got off first, Sam does a really good job. Once Resha got off Sam rotated onto her side so I could get more active with her. While I did Resha decided I needed my cock sucked. It was nice to feel myself in Resha’s throat while Sam got off on my tongue, but I held off because I had to please Cynthia or Abril or both when I got home tonight.

We finished with a minute to spare. Resha and Sam were both in great moods when they left my office. Resha had finished a long shift, she did her usual hours plus an extra half shift because somebody was sick, but she felt invigorated by the way her day ended on the shared high note.

Driving The Canyons

At 7:50 PM I took what I called a dinner break from work. Actually I was in my Porsche for a fast drive into some canyon country about 10 minutes away from the office. That was when I made a phone call to Robert Smith, the big hammerhead of the Sunset Sharks. I had a cold phone, some magic the computer folks set up for me, and some favorable geography. I was confident that Smith, the cops and even the phone company could not track me for a short call.

LA has such handy features if you know where to go.

(My theory is that any tech equipment or access the top drug cops in Mexico can buy, the bigger gangs in the US can also get hold of. I plan accordingly, and only do business on modified phones.)

Robert was impressive in that, in every way, he did not strike anyone as impressive. He looked like a banker in casual weekend clothing - in fact that had been his previous life before the Sharks came to him with too much money to launder. After a few transactions Smith thought a larger cut was due for the services - not all to the bank. The previous Shark boss thought Smith’s request was unreasonable. Smith didn’t argue the point, he was a direct action type.

The next two times the Sharks visited with deposits they came heavy, with the usual three guys plus three more uglies scattered around the bank. So Smith did the business. He also did his homework. He paid some disgruntled Sharks for information he could use.

The third time the Sharks came light, only the three usual guys, so there was a change in management. Criminals think that because their guns are hidden, they are the only ones who are armed. The trio were all sitting at Smith’s desk, when suddenly Smith yelled “Don’t shoot!”

At that moment a trigger happy new security guard was in a position where he could not see the gun the Boss Shark did not have. The previous Boss Shark had just enough time to clear his weapon before he and his friends were rendered inoperable by the overly alert guard and his fellows. The cops ruled it a clean shooting since all the Sharks were armed. It was too bad the security tape was damaged.

Robert Smith was a black man with short hair, of average height, average face, medium to heavy build and a casual demeanor in public. Their were some who joked privately that they could not pick him out of his family photo, it was kind of funny considering his slightly lighter wife was dead and the sole offspring was his daughter who was very tall, much darker, slim, muscular and damn attractive, especially when getting fucked in a homemade porno.

Smith’s path to keeping power was the fact that he was ruthless to his enemies, he made no effort to create enemies, and he had a voice that was extremely flexible, it could inspire, intimidate, repulse, whatever he wanted. He used it to inspire his troops. Also, in a few people, he inspired blind loyalty.

Smith answered the phone of the second ring and I got right to the point. “Robert Smith? I happen to have a piece of animated shit I need to get rid of. It occurred to me that you might also have an interest in this odious piece of shit before it goes gangrenous. Am I correct?”

“How did you get this number and why are you talking to me? Do you want to die motherfucker?” Obvious I did not catch him in a jovial mood.

I used a indulgent tone and explained. “You did not attain your position by being stupid or rude to people with favors for you. I will rephrase my question, what interest do you have in this piece of shit that I will dispose of?”

“Listen asshole ... the only piece of shit I am interested in is named ... what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t. You may call me Knife. The shit was called Darnel, when he was whole. That no longer applies so maybe I should call him ‘Darn’ for the sake of our talk.”

“Oh, that is cute ... I must use that sometime, perhaps on your tombstone, except you won’t have one. Knife you say? Are you the Knife that cost me money and manpower?” Mr. Smith what very impressed with himself and loved to hear himself talk, so he sometimes drifted off topic. “Wait ... did you say Darnel?”

“That was well done ... yes to both questions. You know, you have the face of an expert voice actor. Now you sound interested, like you sniffed the bait and we can negotiate. As for our previous contact, I assure you any losses you incurred were purely business and not personal. You were the one that didn’t believe and had to dig up your own yard.” This was a reference to the ‘space laser’ incident and it moved his attitude towards the red zone. But he kept control because he wanted Darnel. “As for the Darn shit, you heard me.”