Not Quite a White Knight Book 5
Copyright© 2025 by LolaPaul
Chapter 22. Doria’s Second Call
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22. Doria’s Second Call - Our Hero returns from the Auction/Orgy with a naked guest, the tall dark and beautiful Jessica Stern. She joins them for nights of pleasant instructional sex. Later she has an overnight with Li at a club. Resha + Irene each love 30 hour Princely dates. Sin-Sin flies to Peru for unimagined sex at a wedding. Prince gives Pope grappa + whip payback. Darnel is taken, gives up a fortune, then Prince + Red get D + Doria sex w/ a shark happy meal. Bente takes naughty pics of the girls for the Patron.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Workplace Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Cousins Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Royalty
Tuesday September 16, 2008
Driving From The Office
I did not plan to talk to Doria again, after that 7702 call last week I pulled the battery of the phone and ignored it. But Tuesday night after I left the office I was making some other calls using the same routine. I realized that the time was close when Doria might try to call me. So just for curiosity sake I kept the phone “live” for another few minutes after 7. Right on time the phone rang.
It was Doria, using the 7702 number. This time she sounded really panicked, nothing like the last time we talked. She was showing a little range in her acting.
“I thought we exhausted the topic in our last conversation,” I said casually when I answered. “This has got to be risky for both of us.”
She agreed with me, but she wanted to keep me on the line. “You are right of course, but I don’t have anyone I can turn to. I am in danger and I need help. I know you are very clever, extremely clever, so I had to try. I am desperate.”
I could not believe that she was trying the “woman in distress” ploy on top of her “women done wrong” thing with Darnel’s pictures of her privates in living color, and in focus. “I don’t really see where your distress is my concern.” I knew that sounded heartless, but that was me. I was being sincere.
“Look, in a few days my so-called dad is going to return from Hong Kong after closing a big deal to import and market heroin. We never imported directly before and we never did that product, and we never opened the door of LA to this grade of organized thugs. If that happens it will make LA a lot more dangerous for everybody.
I tried to sound cheerful. “Gee, if only there were people you could call with this type of problem, good guys with guns. Maybe folks supported by taxpayers, I know I pay enough.”
“You know they won’t do anything, they can’t. But I have a plan to kill him when he returns, before he can make it happen. He has been acting funny lately, experimenting with drugs to lower inhibition and looking at me the way men do when ... when they are thinking of bad things. Sex things. He has the timing and manpower set up so he will do those things to me if I don’t kill him. Then I will be the only suspect for the cops, so I get fucked over either way. What I need desperately is a way to get the jump on him and an alibi when the cops call, forcing an alternative theory of the crime. Darnel’s DNA would help with the latter. Getting the jump ... for that I need help.”
It almost sounded tempting, the DNA ploy was clever. “I still don’t really see my motivation to put you at the head of the Sharks.”
“I had a thought about that. I really don’t want to be a Sunset Shark for all my short life. What I really want is out, a normal life, the simple life.”
I thought, “the Simple Life?” That was the Paris Hilton + Nicole Richie show where two wealthy twenty-somethings acted like brainless tweenagers as the moved through the lives of ordinary folks, screwing up in spectacular fashion, creating an legitimate “eat the rich” culture. Like Hilton’s little sex movie, it was brilliant acting. I heard it lasted a few seasons, you cannot underestimate the viewing taste of the American public.
Her boohoo story continued. “Since I can’t get out, the next best thing is to kill the Sharks as an entity. With my dad out of the picture ... well, did you know that some sharks are cannibals in the womb? Their version of natural selection. Some sharks lay eggs, but a few get spermed and do live birth, and some of those, like the nurse shark and sand tiger, are aggressive enough before birth to eat their siblings in the womb. The female shark gets fertilized by several males” (sort of like Doria I thought), “then competition between different bloodlines starts early. Evolution is natural, these sharks just take a bite out of a sibling to start extra early.”
I supposed that made sense for an eating machine that never slept and had to move to breathe.
“Thanks for the news flash from the nature channel?” I had seen that episode, they have film shots in the womb before birth. It was fascinating and it was not even science fiction.
“I didn’t finish. The Sunset Sharks are a lot like that. With my dad gone after the damage that Darnel did, the Sharks will tear each other apart unless some new bastard gets them to line up. That bastard-in-waiting is named Amos Muller, along with his kid Jimmy. I already have Muller’s DNA to implicate him. The problem is that if he has an alibi the cops will come back to me. With the Mullers in charge the Sharks will be more viscous and efficient. I want to end the natural cycle of more vicious leaders through killing for succession. Like sharks. My plan is to kill the Sharks. Do you see the parallel I am drawing?”
“It sounds good ... but I have another bit of history in mind. Cleopatra also got ahead by engineering the death of her older sisters on her way to the top. You want me to work with you, exposing myself on your schedule, while trusting you based solely on the fact that I have seen video of your admittedly attractive pussy and ass, open and filled with cock. I admit, you are super-hot in a DP, almost professional grade. But it is not enough.”
I wondered if she would take the comment as praise or an insult. Heck, it wasn’t even clear to me.
She didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She sounded frantic. “Listen, my Dad has me under house arrest - I can’t leave. When he returns he is going to rape me real bad when it counts, that is how he is looking at me. He thought he was my daddy, but yesterday I found an envelope from a DNA firm in the trash - he meant to shred it but missed a corner. Not long ago my toothbrush went missing. Putting those two together I think he knows that he is not my biological father, and his wife cheated on him with a man he hates. Can you understand that now?”
She had a future as a scream-writer (sic). “Some folks would call the cops.”
“He has planned for that, have you seen where I live? Cops won’t survive.”
Okay, she was right about that, the place was a fortress, between a mountain and the sea. “Outside of space lasers ... I am not the type of person to call regular cops into an ambush ... my saying that is evidence that I won’t lead the Sharks. Not to mention they won’t get him in terms of timing. But you are Knife, the evidence on my former patio says you are a man who wields a fucking space laser. Not that I understand, but I have seen the evidence. I would think you could do this easy...”
Her mention of “space lasers” confirmed that she and her dad knew something of who I was and some of what I did to them on our last encounter. She realized, to late, that using those words was a mistake.
I played along, “Space lasers and similar gizmos are expensive...”
She snapped back with a female-racial thing, “ ... and I am just a black girl who lets trash like Darnel and his friends use me like a willing piece of tissue paper, swallowing what their filthy cocks feed me. Listen, if I looked like I was willing, and I admit that it might, it was because I had to ... I was acting to avoid worse things.”
She made a good point, the idea that any attractive woman would willingly allow Darnel into their bodies ... well, who could argue with that? The guy was repulsive in every way. So for fun I opened a door for her. “Okay, let’s take a step back. What, exactly are you asking of your friendly neighborhood Knife?”
She was too quick with an answer that would appeal to a leader, meaning she was back on script. “Nobody else knows daddy is bringing in foreign muscle. After Darnel went rouge he doesn’t trust any Sharks outside of their lanes. So he is in China. He is flying a private jet from Hong Kong to British Columbia, then on to Van Nuys in a few days. Exact flight times depend on the weather. But he plans to get home before dawn. He has a date he wants to keep with my pussy during prime time. That is when I need to make a move.”
(I knew a flight plan required a scheduled landing at Van Nuys after 7 in the morning, and at that time of day her home was 2 hours away from the airport. For a flight from BC to LA the winds don’t change the flight time much. That rules out the “before dawn” bit. It seemed strange that she didn’t know that.)
“Why the side trip to BC? That seems like a waste of time and money.”
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