Chapter 24

Both John and Pixy were quiet the rest of the trip, each lost in their own thoughts. When they pulled up to the camper, Pixy turned to John and said, “Can we talk?”

John replied, “We probably should have pulled over before we got back for that, but yes, we can.”

Mary and Mei bounced out to the rig, each wearing daisy dukes, and a tight T-shirt that made it clear they were sans bras.

Mary paused after John opened the driver’s door, casting both Pixy and himself in the overhead interior light. She then reached over John running her finger up the inside of Pixy’s neck scrapping some cum that had got away during the earlier blowjob. She licked a portion off her finger, then Mei finished it from Mary’s finger.

Mary said with a grin “Greedy bitch! You couldn’t wait for us to share?”

John turned to Pixy, “When we get inside, get the oil out and keep it handy. Somebody’s asking for it.” Pixy and Mei laughed at the look on Mary’s face.

From the road, the familiar sound of a V-Twin slowed behind them, then they were bracketed by a headlight just before the scooter pulled in next to his rig. Two figures, one tall, the other short unassed from the bike.

Finally, John recognized them and said “Gunny, what fuck are you doing here with her?”

Pat looked at him and said “Let’s get inside.” Everyone moved towards John’s camper at that.

When they got inside, Pixy grabbed three beers handing one to John and Pat each as they sat down across from each other and opening the third for herself then sitting in his lap. Mary and Mei sat at the other end of the couch with a wide-eyed Cecile who was staring at Pat.

John recognized the look. Gunny was a beautiful women in a Nordic goddess kind of way. Six-foot tall, blue eyes, red dyed buzz cut hair, long legs, and huge tits. Something that got more than one man’s ass whipped because she was a dyed in the wool lesbian and detested men who didn’t listen when she told them she didn’t swing that way. She was also the perfect wingman in a bar, she was like a magnet to the other lesbians in the bar if any. They would gravitate to her like bees to honey; just like Cecile was doing now with her eyes hooded in lust, staring at her. With Gunny at your side, you didn’t have to wonder what a women’s orientation was.

John now knew for sure what orientation Cecile was. No wonder she reacted the way she did to the asshole trying to coerce her into his bed. The stare didn’t go unnoticed by either Gunny or Alba. Gunny winked at Cecile, then turned to talk to John.

Pat said “We saw on the news what happened to the Sheriff in these parts, so we figured that threat was gone. We did have a run-in with the assholes that were after her, however. They made the mistake of sending a hitman after her to our little corner of the world. He tried to drag her out of the park, but when twenty raging lesbians descended on him like a flock of pissed off harpies, the dumb bastard didn’t know whether to shit or go blind” she finished while laughing.

John replied while laughing “Did he live?”

Gunny said “He’d been dead if I hadn’t stopped them from kicking him. I wanted him to live. I figured he’d rather tell his bosses he killed her rather than tell them twenty women kicked his ass. But if he died, they would know where she was at, and they would send more guns the next time.”

John looked at them shaking his head and looking at Cecile. “Gunny, we may be able to help each other here.”

He then reiterated the story behind Cecile’s presence. When he finished, the look in Pat’s eyes would send shivers down a sane man’s spine.

He’d seen it before just before she got her Valkyrie moniker. The Cartel had raped and killed one of the women she was responsible for protecting. She had marched out after being told, then stormed the villa where it happened, killing every cartel man in the place by herself. When done, she castrated the corpses nailing the results to villa gate for the rest to find. She came out with nine formerly captive slave girls. The incident would have immediately ended her career in the Corps, if they were not supposed to have been there officially to begin with, especially with the prohibition on females in combat. As it was, she was promoted to Gunnery Sergeant, then shown the door at the end of her enlistment. It had put the fear of God in the Cartel. None of them wanted to be visited by Ángel de la Venganza* as they had called her. John’s team, after hearing that, saddled her with the moniker Valkyrie. They took a perverse joy in threatening the lowlifes with a visit by the Valkyrie if they didn’t give them the information they needed. It worked on several occasions.

John figured there were probably boogie woman stories told to young cartel members by now.

After clearing his head of the momentary reminisce John said “I’m guessing you want to stash her here again then?”

She replied, “I was thinking more about both of us. Vegas is too hot for either of us right now.”

He replied “We can do that.”

After a pause he said “We need some Intel on a woman that was reported to live not far from you. Do you have anyone there that you trust implicitly that could do that?”

Pat replied with a raised eyebrow “I do, what’s this about Ravenclaw?”

“The woman in question is Cecile’s birth mother. We can’t be sure if anyone has eyes on her or not, but we can’t risk her showing her face, especially since we don’t know if our information is correct. If it is her, I’d like to get a burner phone to her, so she can talk to her daughter and arrange a meet later.”

Pat took out her phone looking at Cecile and said “Come over here doll.”

Cecile walked over and stood in front of Pat.

Pat said “Move a little left, that’s it” then snapped a picture of her face.

Pat turned to John and said “I’ll send the picture to someone I trust and have them contact her if she’s where your information says she is.”

Pixy spoke up saying “You guys eat yet?”

Both shook their heads no.

John looked at Mary and asked “Do you mind these three staying in your camper?”

Mary replied “No, I was about to suggest it actually.”

John said, “It’s toy hauler so you can stash your scooter in there as well.”

He looked at his three girls and said, “Let’s get cleaned up and get the steaks on the grill.”

An hour later, all were freshly showered, Pat’s scooter was ensconced in Mary’s toy hauler, and all were sitting at the picnic table eating under the light of an LED lantern.

John noticed the glances between Cecile and Alba, and inwardly thought there would be threesome in Mary’s camper. He was also thinking about how to compensate Mary for the use of it, and her truck previously.

After everyone had eaten, they all retired for the night.

Everyone was dragging ass as they sat in the living area drinking their beer of choice. John noticed Mary drinking as well, so he asked “The medicine you’re on advises against the alcohol. Do you ever have any problems with that?”