Chapter 12: Kidnap Explained. Trio Expands. Self-Defense

Mark

The kidnapping attempt was a close call, the closest I’d ever had and with the most men involved. I was in my suite at the hotel, having just come back from dinner with the head of the large chemical company headquartered there. I heard a noise, and glanced at the source, one of my windows. I caught a glimpse of a rope dangling past the window and being jerked around. My instincts kicked in and I immediately shouted out the door of my suite into the hallway, “Security. In here, fast!”

My two bodyguards outside my door raced into the living room and saw the threat. They were both talking on their radios simultaneously. Two other guards from their room across the hall charged into the living room of the suite, shut, and locked the door. I heard a shot in the hallway right afterwards. I got herded into a closet and was told to lie as flat as I could on the floor.

I heard another couple of shots, the sound of glass breaking, more shots, and then the sound of a loud explosion as the door to my suite blew off the hinges. A hail of gunshots followed. My God, this was a real battle. Sirens started to sound in the distance.

I should have been scared, but instead I was pissed off that someone could be so bold as to make this attempt. I tried to crouch out of the line of gunfire should a random shot come through the door. Despite the chaos going on a few feet away, I instantly worried about Elsa and Cindy. When this ended, I would make sure they were protected. I should have had them assigned guards as soon as we started to go out months earlier.

I heard some yelling, mostly the word ‘Clear’ followed by a number – Clear One, Clear Two, and so forth. I recognized the voices of my security men.

The closet door opened and Don Hiatt, my head bodyguard that night looked in. We think we’re OK for now boss. We eliminated or secured six of them. Two are dead, two more were badly wounded, and two secured, and there don’t appear to be any others. For now, we’d like you to stay in there. We’re not sure what else might happen. The policia are surrounding the hotel as we speak, and will do a complete search of the premises. We’ll let you know when it’s safe. I nodded.

About twenty minutes later, Don was back with a highly decorated police captain with more medals and braids on his uniform than the most decorated soldier I’d ever seen. He spoke English well. He said, “Mr. Worthington, please accept our apologies that we did not foresee this threat. We are pleased that your men have coped so well. We will do the clean up while they continue to guard you. We have augmented their forces as well. Again, our apologies for our fellow citizens.”

I shook the man’s hand and thanked him. When he’d left, I asked Don for more details on what had happened. He told me that two men were to come down the rope and in ninja style smash through the windows. The others came up the elevators and stairways to my penthouse suite. The goal was apparently to kidnap me for a huge ransom.

I asked, “There were six of them? What happened to them?”

“Yes, six. Two are dead. One fell from the rope; he was supposed to breach the windows. His partner we plucked back up to the roof and he surrendered rather than fall to his death. Another died from being shot through the chest in the hallway. We wounded two others and captured another ... sir.”

I was stunned. Six men had been desperate enough to risk their lives to get to me, and some had lost that bet with themselves.

Sheila was finally let into the suite from her heavily guarded room down the hall. I turned to her, “Do we want this public or not? Public, it sends a message. No news, we keep a lid on it and protect the business deal we have in process.”

Sheila shook her head, “Private. No news. I’ll see to it.” She turned and left to go find the police captain. Two security people followed close on her heels.

I called Don over and explained our decision. He nodded and said a few words to that effect over his radio. I then asked him to ensure protection of Elsa, Cindy, and their parents. He nodded, and that was the end of that.

I had so much adrenalin in my veins I didn’t sleep that night. Sheila joined me, and we sat and talked about a wide range of subjects through the night. We each dozed off in living room chairs around five a.m. for a couple of hours before our wake-up calls came in.

I got home at midnight on Thursday. I slid into bed between my sleeping nymphs. I guessed that they had played together because the aroma of pussy and sex permeated that part of the bedroom, and as I pulled the covers back I got a good whiff of their female musk. I thought I could make another billion dollars if I could duplicate that musky smell and sell it to horny males.

Both girls kissed me and snuggled into my side with their warm nude bodies. I slept well for the first time in three days.

In the morning, I had to describe my role and what I knew about the kidnapping attempt. I didn’t hold anything back as I wanted them to realize that they could be subjected to an equal threat to their lives in order to get to me and my money.

Elsa told me that they had both signed up for self-defense classes and weapons training. We talked about it a little, and I could see their logic. I didn’t think they’d do much to protect me, given the strength and numbers of my regular security detail, but I did think they would benefit from the effort. I have to admit I was more than a little sexist, putting their training in the same category as women’s yoga in my mind. I didn’t think their efforts would be that strenuous. Later, I’d eat my words.

Friday night, we elected to stay in the condo for the evening. The girls prepared dinner with fixings that Barnes had obtained for them. As we sat at the kitchen bar, waiting for various things to cook, there was a knock on the door. I went and opened it, knowing that whomever was there had been screened by security several times.

Melanie stood there with a happy smile on her face. “Hi, Mark. I got a dinner invitation from your girlfriends.” She gave me a peck on the lips and breezed past me, pulling a small roll-on suitcase that she parked in a corner of the living room before heading off to the kitchen without a further word. I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

I shut the door and walked slowly behind Melanie as she hurried to the kitchen. She had on tight shorts and they revealed just how shapely my secretary’s ass was, a feature usually veiled somewhat by her conservative dresses in the office. She had the most delightful wiggle and jiggle as she walked. Elsa and Cindy had the same little oscillations.

There were some serious welcoming kisses between Melanie and Elsa and Cindy. I liked the way my girlfriends thought, and I loved the direction the evening was taking. Even though Elsa and Cindy were just shy of a decade older, they willingly included Mel in whatever games they had planned and treated her as an equal. I assumed from the suitcase that some kind of overnight had been planned.

While I’d seen Melanie at the office, we hadn’t had an opportunity to talk about the episode in Italy. I told the story again over dinner, skipping some of the gory details I’d learned. As I did, I realized I should put a security detail on all of the people close to me. Andy had one, but Sheila and Melanie didn’t. I broke away for a moment with my cellphone and fixed that oversight while the girls cleared the table. I explained about the security to Mel when I rejoined the three of them. She looked shocked and appreciative.

After dinner, Cindy led all of us to my media room. I had to confess that it had been almost two months since I’d watched anything in there. The room was large, could be seriously darkened or dimmed to be totally dark, and had the most comfortable theater seating anyone could imagine, including a long sofa with reclining seats.

The girls sat me on the sofa with Melanie tight against me. Elsa sat next to her, and Cindy worked on the Apple TV getting ready to stream something to the huge screen in the room.

Cindy smirked as she sat down next to me, and then used her iPhone to call up some film. The large screen filled with the camera following a young couple into a very upscale home. In the house were two other sexily dressed girls who greeted both of them with many hot kisses and lots of stroking of bodies. I could feel my own temperature rising.

Melanie started to rub her hand up and down my thighs, a point definitely in her favor. Periodically, I was aware of Melanie and Elsa kissing. That was when Cindy and I weren’t making out.

Somehow there was a leap in the film, and the young man and three women in the video were suddenly in a bedroom decorated in white with white spreads and white furniture. The contrasts made the film unusually arousing and sexy.

Clothes slowly disappeared from the quartet of lovers, and then one at a time the women gave the guy a blowjob or used their mouths and tongues on him in some unique way, for instance, romancing his balls as another girl sucked on his proud cock.

My shoes, socks, and pants disappeared during this part of the film, along with the tops each of the girls wore. I willingly accepted the offer of various breasts to suck on and toy with. As I did this, someone would be sucking on my cock and bringing me to a level of hardness I found hard to believe.

I finally started to pay more attention with my eyes open versus closed and focusing on the wonderful sexual feelings emerging from my cock. Cindy and Melanie were taking turns fellating me. As I listened I could hear Cindy coaching Mel in how to deep throat me. If I hadn’t been hard before I was hard now; the vocabulary was very personal and very graphic. Melanie was a very good student and took to her lessons with zeal.

I glanced at the large screen television. One of the pretty girls in the video had indeed completely inhaled the man’s cock, and was making a wonderful show of drooling and slavering all over his shaft. It was a very hot porn film.

I asked, “What about Elsa? Where’d she go?”

Melanie pulled her mouth off my cock briefly and moaned. “God, Mark, she’s eating my pussy ... and I’ll never be the same again. I didn’t know I liked other girls so much.”

Elsa had slid onto the floor and between Mel’s legs with one leg over her shoulder. In the darkness I hadn’t seen her below my line of sight. As I paid attention I could hear the same sounds of drooling and slavering coming from Melanie’s pussy and Elsa’s mouth adding to the sounds that came from the television.

Mel saw me looking and said, “I am positively dripping I am so wet. I’ve never had a girl experience before I met these two, but I sure am a convert ... and I still love men ... you.”

The remark shocked me. I liked my little pixie secretary – a lot, but to hear her profess her love for me caught me by surprise. She was another person who I knew loved me for who I was and not for what I had. We had connected on so many levels at the barbecue and at the office; now I was feeling even closer to her.

Cindy took over from Mel, swallowed all of me, and I could feel her rotating her head and then tonguing my balls. I’d started to boil with Mel, but I wanted to cum in someone’s pussy and not their mouth, at least at that point.

I glanced at the TV, and the guy had begun to fuck one of the women as the other two did sapphic things right next to them. The whole scene was too sexy for words.

Cindy gasped, “Fuck me, Mark. Make love to me.”

Before I could respond, she had mounted me. She held my steely shaft in her hand, continuing to stroke me, only then she also rubbed the head of my cock against her soaking wet slit. That act alone almost made me blast away, but then she went further. She slid down my cock, and then called for Mel to swallow me as she withdrew. As Mel finished, she warned Cindy, “He’s very close. He’s going to blow very soon – in only a few strokes”

Cindy slid her hot silky vagina down my shaft again and then froze in position. She leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue. “Mark, I love you. You are my world and the most important thing to me. I want to bring you a million pleasures.”