Episode 56: Fisticuffs

Daylight came! For some folks it was a beautiful new day. For others it was painful!

Caprice Comstock woke up in a stranger’s arms, lashes unruly in her stupor she cringed at the sunlight piercing the bedroom window. Her body was in agony of some of the roughest sex she had ever endured. Smiling one second, she kissed the chest of her lover then realized something. This was not Sheriff Dolan Roster. Eyes flaring at her conclusion to missing chest hair she carefully peeled away from her lover and sat up covering her heaving chest with a sheet, a bloody sheet. “Oh, crap! Did I kill the guy?”

Finding him breathing but scratched up from head to toe she saw her nails red and gnashed her teeth. “At least he’s smiling. Damn! I don’t even remember how I got ... ALI!” Lifting away she drug the sheet with her and spotted Roger Kellogg’s ten inch plus and bulged her eyes. The T16R355 within wanted to pounce back on that man but she didn’t even know the guy. “This can’t be happening. Now Ali will use this stunt against me.”

Grabbing her clothing she got dressed and examined her bruises in his dresser mirror. “Damn! He choked the hell out of me, and I don’t even remember it. What the fuck? Yeah, Dolan is going to finish the job. I’m dead in the water. Explaining this without lying is going to end us. Dang it!” The reflection of Roger’s morning wood in the mirror made her growl under her breath. “NOT NOW!” Pussy control! Unlocking the bedroom door, she smelled waffles. Following the allure, she found Alexis and Roger’s son Dennis fully dressed and pouring syrup.

“Hey, CUMstock!”

“NOT NOW! This never happened.” CC pointed with a threatening sneer. “Your father would never understand. Hell, I don’t even understand. What time is it?”

“8:10!” Dennis looked at the microwave clock.

“SHIT! I’m late for work and I didn’t even get to party with my friends. Eat up, Ali, you’re going with me.”

“Where?”

“My friend Britney’s house. You can hang with her today, help her run errands. Just take the plate you can eat in my car.” No waiting, CC just hauled little Miss Roster out the door. Dennis Kellogg sighed picturing them in his bed last night; the boy was in love now that he was no longer a virgin. Feeding her face in the walk to CC’s car Ali just tossed the empty plate into the grass and burped. “I’m glad to see that you’re dressed for a change.”

“Won’t last! I was cold is all.” Ali climbed into CC’s station wagon and buckled her seatbelt. A rapid takeoff CC called Coastal Waiters Diner and told her on duty waitress Lynette that she was running late and to give her an hour. A slow day Lynette told her to take her time. Friends had each other’s backs.

Driving straight to Britney Saunder’s new home on Ingermead, CC pulled up behind a small car with a pizza logo sign on the roof. “Man, I hope they left a slice or two, I’m starving.” T16R355 always depleted a person’s caloric intake. Best workout drug not available on the market. “Come on!”

Ali joined CC on the walk up to the house to find the front door wide open. Empty Jack Daniels bottles and plastic cups on the floor amidst pizza boxes and clothing they walked in on a bloodbath. “Oh, God! Brit bought the home of a serial killer.” All of the women were scratched up and bruised just like Caprice.

“Whoa! I know the pizza guy.” Ali chuckled! “Maurice lost his virginity too.”

“You did not take that boy’s ... you’re unbelievable!”

“That’s what Dennis said.” She laughed! “You’re one to talk Cumstock.”

“COMstock! Bite me, Alexis!”

Maurice Turner was a tall black boy who was wedged naked between Opal Savage and Lakshmi Serve, looking gloriously happy in his battered slumber. Everyone was snoring it off. Waning candles everywhere it was surprising the house wasn’t burnt to the ground. Sighing CC instructed Ali to blow them all out. It was something to keep the kid busy at least.

CC found a slice of pizza and devoured it while looking over her nudist colony. Shaking her head at the lovely slaughter CC happened to notice the green vial of T16R355 on the floor and recalled Dolan Roster mentioning it. Knowing that bitch who drugged Dolan was African American it all became clear. “Oh, you twisted cunt! She laced all of us.”

Kicking Opal in the ass revived her enough to roll and look up with narrowed eyes. “That you, Major?”

“FUCK YOU! YOU’RE THE BITCH WHO DRUGGED DOLAN.”

“Let me guess, he’s your boyfriend.”

“My daddy.” Ali busted up, then paused, “Drugged? Wait! What?”

“GO TO ... ANOTHER ROOM!” CC pointed at Ali with a deadly pissed off expression. “NOW!” Eyes traumatized Alexis ventured upstairs. The theatrics began waking up everyone else. “YOU!” She tapped Opal on the knee. “OUTSIDE!”

Hissing at CC the black beauty crawled to her feet and neglected to even get dressed, walking right out onto the porch into broad daylight, eyes wincing at the brightness. “Can you see me?” CC stopped and stood before the blinded woman.

“Getting there!” Eyes adjusting Opal managed to look her in the eye.

“Good! Let’s fix that.” Fist doubled up Caprice Comstock hauled off and slugged Opal right in the nose. Blood dripping over her lips Opal took the punch better than predicted.

“I deserved that.”

“Even better!” CC reared back and punched her in the jaw this time. “First one was for Dolan. That one was for me. What the hell gives you the right to dose us with something that could be fatal?”

“Dose?” Mindy Biles sat up with Britney and wondered where her blood sugar was standing, being diabetic. She felt fine just groggy, but her glucose monitoring kit was in her car. Only her insulin pin was on the floor next to her mattress. Crawling away from Britney their skin stuck together from cuddling against the chill of night. In a slow groggy limp, she managed to walk up behind Opal and CC and enter the conversation. “Wait! She drugged us? Bitch, I’m diabetic!” This was not settling well with the slightly overweight brunette. “What did you give us?”

“It’s called Tigress. All it does is bring out your primal sex drive.”

“I’m all scratched up. I could get infection because of you.” Opal gnashed her teeth and turned away from CC to face Mindy.

“Take your shot. I don’t mean the insulin.” She tilted her cheek hoping if Mindy did punch her, it would be on that side.

“I don’t want to hit you. I thought you were really nice, Rhonda.”

“It’s Opal. My real name is Opal. I work for Major Nick Sanchez. He can yell at me for you. I ... suppose I’m addicted to Tigress. I use it daily. I just wanted everyone here to have a good time.”

“You work for Nick?” CC interrupted her, “This gets better and better. Does Nick know what you did to Dolan?”

“He does now.” A voice over Opal’s phone related, spooking Lakshmi and Britney still in bed. The pizza boy reviving slowly sat up and saw the fight and worried for his job, he hadn’t reported back in last night. Pretty certain he lost his job he just shrugged and tried to take Lakshmi down. Still horny she was easily persuaded until Maurice heard a loud, “PSSSST!”

Looking toward the staircase he discovered Alexis Roster butt ass naked sitting on a step with her pussy pried wide. A curling index finger Maurice leaped off of Lakshmi and raced up to join Ali. Taking him upstairs it was standing sex against a hallway wall. Maurice had an eye for Ali all through high school but never had his chance. Woohoo! TODAY BABY!

“Who was that?” CC shoved past Opal.

“Wish I could see you, Blondie. I had fun watching you at SanTease. Nice tats!”

“Who the fuck is that?” Caprice stood over the cell looking down.

“There you are! Hubba Hubba! Now I know what the Sheriff sees in you.” Opal’s Facetime mode activated right before her eyes, seeing only a digitized silhouette. “Yeah, I’m into girls. Call me Shadowbitch. Like Opie I work for the Major. Welcome to the family CSEE! I CSEE you!” Whistle wolf call!

“Unbelievable! So, Nick is watching my every move.”

“No! I am though! I’m a stalker that way, when I like what makes my pussy wet. Trust me I never leave my base of operations so you’re all I got that’s real.”

“Lucky me!”

“Lucky me!” Dyson chuckled! “I never get this lucky. I loved the primal screams last night. All of you skanks were tearing one another up. Too bad you missed out, Daisy Dukes!”

“Daisy tats and dukes swinging.” CC eyed Opal ready to punch her again but her knuckles were tender. Opal rolled her eyes but felt her head throb for doing so. CC had a pretty good left hook. Stepping indoors to get her clothing Opal Savage realized her booty shorts and camisole were missing. Looking about she scratched her shoulder, no gloves even. Did that hair loss shampoo eat away her clothing? Surely not!

“Where the hell did my clothes go?”

“I took them.” Dyson laughed! “Once you bitches passed out on Pizza Boy, I dropped by to survey Ms. Saunders new digs. Nice place, Girly!”

“Uhh! Thanks!” Britney was totally freaked out. “Wait! How did you watch us?”

“Hold that thought! Where is Pizza Boy?” CC shot glances around the room then heard hushed whimpers upstairs. “OH, COME ON ALI!” Barging upstairs CC found Alexis doggystyle in the hallway, Maurice wailing on her anus. T16R355 offered to him last night as well he was T’Challa in heat. Yeah, Maurice was a Marvel fan too. Ali was pulling at her hair he was hitting her asshole so fast. “ENOUGH!”

A buzzing sound startled CC from dragging the boy off of her ward. Stepping around them she saw a sight that would forever haunt her. A fucking drone was in the house. “Oh, hell no!” A camera lens on her, one of four to cover all directions the whirlybird lifted off and strategically flew out an opened window. Brit in airing out the house opened nearly all of the windows, this bedroom had a missing screen. Easy access! On the floor left behind was Opal’s clothing. Waiting until the spy took flight outdoors CC snatched up the clothing and went back to the hallway. Too much was going on here and she was late for work.

“I give up! You kids have fun. DON’T KNOCK HER UP!” Hearing that Maurice found his sanity and looked down at his dick. Oh, right! Butthole! No problem! Back at it! Heading down CC marched back to Opal and offered the clothing. “Here! Your shadow hid these upstairs.”

“Shadow?” The buzzing noise was now outside in the front yard hovering. “Really, Dyson?”

“Hey! I wanted in on the fun and shames. Are you two going to fight again? I really want to see Blondie get her ass kicked. Better yet, licked!” Dyson was laughing her ass off wherever home base was.

“Definitely, no licking!” CC hissed, “Last night, maybe, now that I know who the fuck you are, not a chance in... “ Opal lunged at her and kissed her dead on the lips, smearing her still moist blood on the blonde’s face. Caught off guard CC actually kissed her back then realized how dumb that was. Pushing away CC wiped her face on her arm and swore. “Saunders? Babysit Dolan’s kid. I have to get to work. Now I need a shower.” She needed it long before the blood.

“Me? Why me? I have a ton of stuff to do.”

“DON”T ARGUE! I’m at my wits end. You!” She pointed at Opal with a fury in her eyes. “Stay the fuck away ... ugggh!” Caprice shoved back then kissed Opal. Fifteen seconds later she shoved the woman again. “What’s in that fucking drug? It makes me crazy.”

“Tiger semen, I hear.” Opal smirked, “Combination of animals, other stuff. Costs a fortune! Worth every penny though.”

“I’m out! I’ll call you and Mindy later.”

“Still buying me breakfast?” Opal chuckled following her out the front door in only her camisole. That was all she had time to put on. Listening to CC mumbling, Opal trailed her all the way out to her station wagon, flipping off the drone in passing. Dyson was still rolling.

At the front bumper CC turned to face Opal, fists doubled again. “BACK OFF, BLACK BEAUTY!”

“Hey! Slow down! I’m sorry! I will never micky any of you again. I just needed to liven up the party. You’re a good kisser by the way.”

“Yeah? How about another one right in the kisser?” A swing at Opal, this time found retaliation in the form of a side shuffle. Out of range Opal fought back taking CC off of her feet in a show of strength and slammed her down on top of her car hood. Dents would need pulled! “Ow!” Opal set out to remove CC’s shorts tugging them down and off before she could resist. “GODDAMMIT! I’M LATE FOR WORK!”

In a blur Opal leaped up onto the hood with her as the ladies of the house in awe of their battle watched from the porch. Even Ali upstairs was watching, Maurice having hauled her into another bedroom and had her upper body hanging out the window. Two screens missing! Who sells a house without screens? Even in her moans Ali yelled out, “SPANK HER ASS!”

“NOT NOW, ALI!” CC rebelled then started laughing. Opal was tickling her and laughing right along with her. “Quit apologizing, I’m mad as fuck at you.”

“I didn’t get you last night. Better late than never.” Straight for the twat! Opal fed on CC with vicious intent.

“Don’t bite my clit off. SWEET JESUS!”

“You taste like a man had you.”

“FUCK! Don’t judge me!”

“Never! If I’m stuck in this burg for a while, I need friends. You might be my new bestie.”

“HELL NO! Dolan will see to that. Bitch! You’re going ... shit, you’re already down.” Her scalp hit the hood and Caprice found fingers wiggling up her cunt. “THIS IS NUTS!” So good! T16R355 was pawing at her uterus. A swift recoil, Opal swung her body like a gymnast over CC and landed in a 69 smother, twat right in her face. Clit warfare! If Opal was tearing hers up, CC was all for revenge. Snarling like their kitties it was on! Orgasm led to orgasm! It wasn’t until they heard the drone right over them that they looked up.

“INCOMING!” Dyson was heard on speaker via the drone. Falling onto the windshield and rolling down was something unexpected. “I BROUGHT PARTY FAVORS. NOW YOU TWO HISS AND MAKEUP! MAJOR’S ORDERS!” No way did Nick give this order.

“Seriously?” CC fought to see what had fell into their laps.

“Ohhh, yeaaaah!” Opal laughed! “TIGRESS BY THE TAILS BABY!” More dents expressed Opal launched away from CC and rolled over in a tumble grabbing up a purple double dildo. Manhandling Caprice, she inserted one head up her cunt then held her down with her legs until she could introduce the other end to her own. Once installed, warding off nails piercing her flesh Opal fucked CC.

With the drug in her system Caprice caved and fucked Opal right back. The ladies on the porch were looking at each other with bitten lower lips. Finally, Lakshmi squealed and ran upstairs to attack Maurice and pull Ali into a three way. Mindy and Brit ended up back on a mattress and going to town. Love was in the lair!

Fifteen minutes of waged war Opal and CC drowned one another, CC finally begging her to stop. “I NEED MY JOB!” Reality returning Opal peeled their drenched and sticky toy from their pussies and sat up catching her breath.

“Seriously! I am sorry.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Let me calm down. If you want breakfast, more brunch I’m thinking, stop by the diner later. You need a ride to the hotel?”

“UBER JUST SHOWED!” Dyson reported in. “Opie? Nick needs you to do something first. Call him back as soon as your cunt peels off her paintjob.”

“Uber?”

Hearing a loud engine, up pulled a beautiful red Jaguar, hacker Jasmine Rivers behind the wheel, Crimson Merrick living the dream reclined in the passenger seat. “Nice house!” Cybercock puckered at the two-story. “We should settle down in one of these.” She rubbed Crimson’s leg. Lifting her sunglasses, the Santee cutie pie chuckled.

“Wait until you see my house. This is a shack compared to mine.”

“That’s your daddy’s though.” True!

“Hey, Crimson.” CC crawled from her hood and bent to pick up her shorts. “So, these are your wards?” She directed that at Opal. “How are you feeling?”

“Million bucks!” She replied! “Don’t get any ideas.” A point at the driver they laughed. “Hacker!”

“Takes one to know one.” Dyson buzzed the drone next to Jasmine. “Get Opie cleaned up. She has errands.” The drone then zipped off into the sky, headed across town to reunite with the battle van known as Black Box.

Tossing the double dildo into the car Opal opened CC’s car door for her. “Peace?”

“Probably never. I’ll let Dolan decide that. If he forgives you, I will. See you at lunch rush?”

“I’ll be there.” Opal awaited CC to get in then shut the door for her. She then hopped over the Jaguar, top down and took up the tight backseat. “Home Janes!” A sudden yell to stop them from the porch, Mindy Biles ran her cell out to her.

“Don’t forget this. Nick sounds frustrated.”

“Boxers in a bunch! Thanks! Sorry again!”

“We’ll get through it.” Mindy walked away in her underwear.

Battlefield cleared!

Well, downstairs anyway!

Ali Up!

Harbinger Shoals! 5:30 AM!

“Yawwwwwwwwwwwn!” That was the response of the entire Caretaker police force. Some of them over the bridge, others on the dirt road up front of the entrance. With the atmosphere eerie as fuck out here everyone was on edge. Too many ghost stories throughout the years had any and all involved on edge. Owls in the trees were not helping. “What was that?”

“Relax, Murphy! It’s only Hooter’s closing down for daylight.” Caretaker officer Darcy Grainger calmed her new girlfriend and future partner on the force. “You get used to the graveyard shift. Of course, we barely step out this way now that Sanchez owns the cemetery.”