Chapter 26: Post-Chronis

Irene drove the Hummer, she stopped for Sam and Qwit to briefly visit an old friend from Sam’s crash pad days. What can I say, the spider-lady and the Barbarian caused a stir walking into the crash-pad as they did. They were still in there indecent costumes with Qwit’s Neanderthal balls flapping in the breeze and Irene’s visible stuff under glass. For this stop Irene grabbed her Desert Eagle from the car, it would keep anybody from getting ideas about how she was exposed top and bottom.

Once she got a look at the geeks she realized there would be no problems.

In fact, the were more impressed by her Storm Trooper mask, and somebody else got aroused by her gun. Geeks.

Sam found her former co-worker guy, asked a few quick questions, dropped a couple of C-notes on him, then left. Irene dropped them off at Sam’s business where Sam would do some quick mischief to clean the Chronis video system. Irene brought the Hummer home. She wrote out a card thanking me for a good time. “When I was a child, that is the type of fun night I imagined living in LA.”

Brisk and Corum drove the Town Car to the mansion with Li (who was introduced to Amy as Do Wong), Amy and me in the back seat. Amy was very impressed to meet Do Wong, the entertainment industry gossips like no other and in the absence of reality the absurd speculation kept growing.

Amy actually heard that Do Wong was over 6 feet tall and weighed less than Amy. Also, she performed virtually nude in concerts for 100,000 people at a time in Western China.

Li got quite a laugh out of that, but said the number was closer to 120,000 not counting the horses. It was Mongolia after all. “Hummers and horses ... For the opening I promise the crowd that if nobody slaughters anyone during the concert, I will get naked at the end. It works every time!” Li said.

That got a real laugh from Amy.

But mostly Amy cried softly.

During the drive to the mansion Amy was a bit of a mess. Besides the trauma and distress about what had happened to her love life, there was the after-effect pain of the electric shocks - the mind does funny things with electrical abuse. She kept reliving the whipping. “I was about to disgrace myself where I stood, with pictures that would have killed my career.”

“Well, that is not going to happen now. You are in my care and under my protection.”

Li echoed the comments. “In our care,” she said as she hugged Amy tight. “Maybe you think of Bali or someplace similar with a certain big handsome man and his friends along for protection day and night. Even the sharks reconsider their eating plans. Think about a nice beach. Maybe a sweet naked Oriental girl to share gossip and other little nibble things with.” She didn’t say “nipples” but everybody heard it that way.

As a child Li had been whipped by the whoremaster for small offenses, both her own mistakes and the faults of others. She knew how to talk to somebody who was whipped, to sooth them. It worked.

We did not talk any more until we got home and could sit down in the living room. Since Amy didn’t know the others (except for Sam, who had been disguised) she was hesitant to say anything. Li brought some herbal tea plus some OTC pain pills then went to her room to remove her disguise and makeup. The guys made themselves scarce. Zar and I helped Amy undress, the boots were worth as much as a nicer new car plus you had to know the right people to get on the 6-month waiting list for a custom fitting. They could not be removed by the person wearing them. I gave her some sweats and wrapped her in a blanket.

She asked about the Chronis cameras.

I wanted the cameras rolling after we left because the Chronis recording equipment only dealt with recordings marked by an End-Of-File marker made by the recording equipment on a timer. It was an older, cheaper technology.

One of Sam’s friends from the crash pad had worked on the Chronis username/password subroutine, he was at the crash-pad they stopped to visit. Sam and Jess had a brief exchange with her old hacker housemate. With 8 eyes, Jess tends to help people talk. When Sam got to her place she had plenty of time to issue herself (seemingly in Estonia) electronic credentials, get into their low-security exhibit camera feed system, futz the recording so Amy’s cameras showed her up to just before the first stroke, then recorded the draped stage. The timing marks were faked so it looked like a continuous recording. The original recordings were gone like they were never made. For good measure she also blanked the main cameras that were running while we were there, it was easy.

With no streaming she knew they only did batch backups of the recording system after hours (it was a low priority) when they burned the DVDs, so once the recording was futzed there was nothing to copy - just HD static. Joe would pay $5,000 for a DVD showing 4 hours of static from 2 angles. He would complain, but they would point to the contract (which Church actually wrote) and say it was an unavoidable mechanical problem and they had made a good faith effort. Like drug dealing, playing with real pain was a pay-ahead type business, and Joe was not in a position to take them to court, where he would lose on the merits. Then the other wives of the law firm would call for his head and/or his balls on a plate. That would be the end of it.

Sam called me from her place when it was done, it was only a few minutes after I got Amy settled.

I relayed the good news to Amy, “the cameras that recorded you, in fact all the cameras, seem to have malfunctioned. A tragedy, nothing useful survived. Now, what else can I get for you, my friend?”

We both knew she needed to be held with appreciation for a time. I also offered something stronger to ease the muscle memory. Both treatments were easy to arrange. In a day or two she would need even more appreciation. Abril and Cynthia would help with that.

Cynthia had been the perfect hostess the night Amy visited, I am sure her news, of a new life on the way, would ease Amy’s mind and soul. Cynthia was leaving this weekend with her parents on a short family trip, Pammie and Tonto would meet them in central California to talk about the future and the recent past. But they would not be gone long.

I knew Amy had been with Joe for a few years off and on, and had lived with him and Vi for three years. With Amy it was always about Joe. She could get into the sex with Vi who was a sweet and generous sex partner with the lights out, but everybody knew that was incidental, there was no emotional bond. Vi was okay as long as Amy pleased her pussy and didn’t try to steal Joe away.

Joe really loved Vi, but he liked to have an attractive young woman on his arm for times outside at social events, and on his cock in his bed a couple of times a week. He also enjoyed nights when somebody without a cock pleasured Vi beyond satisfaction, as a warmup. Vi was very grateful for those nights. Plus there were the socials. Amy’s tongue and pussy earned her keep.

Vi had some family money, less than $10 million but it was something. Joe and Amy were both born in poor families and they needed a paycheck. Amy’s paychecks were getting less frequent as she got older, it really is cruel but the public always demands something new.

“I committed the great sin, I got old. In Hollywood, if the character is supposed to be 35, they cast an actress who is 25. There is an exception for stars, folks like Hanks, Willis, Jolie, Theron and others play 10 to 20 years below their actual age, but I am not there. I guess Joe has a similar outlook, I just never realized how extreme he was about expiration date.”

For the last 6 months things had been going downhill. Joe had always been okay about Amy sleeping with partners in the wife-exchange, but this year she was gently pushed her into averaging almost two individual dates a month with other partners and associates (like my taking her to Blank). Most were set up as overnights with Joe providing impetus, supposedly we were “doing him a favor.” Part of it was him testing her, to see if she would sneak additional time with anybody; that would give him a way to justify ending it. Another part of it was him secretly spending time with his “Church back door girls” while Amy was on a date.

Then one Friday morning five weeks ago Frank Church died suddenly, blown to bits in his car. My bad. I had leaked the plate number to contracted killers and told them it was me, so I felt responsible but not especially guilty about it, Church deserved it for his degrading treatment of Resha.

The weekend after the explosion Joe revealed to Amy that he had been seeing the Church girls in secret since last Christmas. It seemed that since their Father treated his daughters as wives, they took the logical next step and like LA wives they cheated on him. (It is LA rules, talk about fucked up.) When their Father died suddenly the girls had money coming, a net worth on the order of $12 to $15 million each. (There were 3 daughter, the youngest had just turned 18 and had not been to the law firm overnight wife exchanges yet - her Daddy had not trained her for “all around” fun yet.) After some legal business was taken care of it seemed the three decided that living with Uncle Joe Pope was a good idea. Joe made sure they had no money problems, he even bought them matching compact pickup trucks in red, white and blue.

Joe had finally moved them in Tuesday when Amy was required at the studio for reshoots. His neighborhood was zoned for a three slut limit. (It was actually part of the home association rules.) That required Amy moving out. The money for the Church girls was all tied up in deals and property (like their house) but the cash would come in time if he stuck to Church’s plan. The only hitch was that Joe did not know the plan, or the inside information that Church used to make it work. He planned to spend a lot of time at Church’s home office digging for clues.

Li admitted to me later that Joe had said some things to others at work that made her suggest the Chronis date to me. It was nothing she could be sure of, and she did have the neighbor-girl reason, “so two birds with one stone!” She was very glad it worked out as it did.

Vi was okay with the change, there were now 3 young ladies to lick her at any time (no work schedules) plus the uninhibited girls were very willing to learn new tricks. It turned out that Frank Church’s backside got licked by more than Resha, these days both Vi and Joe enjoyed Church service front and rear.

Amy said, “I don’t blame the vile little sluts, their loving Father died and Joe saved them from from a life of a slut in pig sty hell under their repulsive patriarch Grandfather who showed up to claim their pussies as wives for other family members, after he had tried them first, of course. They are wealthy enough, old Frank Church was pretty good at setting up projects that paid him well, which is good because those trollops have no skills - besides doing disgusting sex things. I mean they can’t even boil an egg, and dealing with a checkbook is one of those tasks they cannot imagine. Their wealth is mostly tied up in real estate deals so they are cash-poor. Also, I have been with them, Church and the girls spent last Christmas overnight at Joe’s place, so I know they are horny little sluts with no reasonable limits. None! I’m guessing their gratitude for Joe and Vi became something else, mainly due to his efforts.”

“That does not explain you being at that place, naked and whipped on camera. Don’t your acting contracts have a morals clause?”