Midnight
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Episode 67: apPETizer
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 67: apPETizer - Midnight Amador had no life. It began when the Man in Black said it could.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex
Coastal Waiter’s Diner! Caretaker, South Carolina!
With a packed diner it took two chefs and help from the owner Olan Kerrick to keep things going. Unprepared for such a slam his head waitress Naomi Walker made a call to her fiancée Dalton Culpepper and asked him to go grocery shopping and bring in a reinforcement supply of eggs, bacon, hash browns, etc. Olan of course would reimburse Dalton for his efforts. Luckily, this was his day off from his duties as a garbage man. He was sick of that job anyway.
Out on the floor folks were getting frustrated by how long it was taking to get their meals. Even with Dreyfus and Rupert sharing chef duties it was a cluster fuck, getting into each other’s way. Free drinks to compensate a future free meal helped but people did have lives. As if to help out, out of nowhere a taco truck arrived and parked along the highway. The very same food truck that served the Santee workers out at Harbinger Shoals. The backup plan eased the hunger pangs thanks to the quick thinking of Eloise Dyson aka ShadowBitch, hacker extraordinaire.
“This is insane.” Lynette Brewer told her gorgeous fellow waitress Caprice Comstock as they stood waiting on their food. “The natives are getting restless. Free or not, the older people are giving up on us. Go flaunt or something.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing? Every table I walk by I get pinched or slapped on the ass. Not that I mind.” CC laughed! “Funny how it’s only your tables that are leaving.” A flipped tongue at Lynette the heavy-set woman in turn flipped the hot chick a bird. “Here! Let’s solve that.” Reaching over CC began unbuttoning Lynette’s uniform until a massive cleavage formed. Looking down at her chest the woman gnashed her teeth yet toyed with her bra.
“Are you trying to make Olan jealous? He’s going to have a cow if I show off so much of the watermelon patch.”
“Make a round just like that after your next delivery. I bet your tips triple.”
“In an economy like Caretaker?”
“Do I need to show you my tip jar?”
“No! I know it’s already overflowing and it’s a pickle jar. I don’t have the body you do CC.”
“Maybe not! But guys are guys. Trust me!”
PING! Order up for Lyn, she held her breath and took the advice. It was only one tour after all. “Go get ‘em Boom Boom!” Lyn busted up! 40D’s bountiful they were jiggling even with a heavy-duty bra on. Sure enough, the patrons were grinning up a storm and offering praise. A self-esteem booster, Lyn played bashful and shook her titties at a couple of old farts. Social Security checks were dwindling! Early tips of twenty bucks each Lyn was contemplating losing her bra.
Caprice was of course the big meal deal. Her body youthful and tight in all the right places. Big chest defying gravity, nipples stabbing out of her pink bikini top, cameltoe sucking up her bottoms, tattoos accenting her flesh! Zero pubes but her order pad blocked the area anyway. All eyes on the spot when ordering from the MENu she made certain her thighs were touching the table. She had lost count of how many times guys had pinched the strings of her bottoms and left them dangling down her legs. The patch at least remained sacred if not her ass. Numerous times in heading to the kitchen her bare ass was shining. Butt pucker sneak peeks left to signal her return. Retied of course! Dang it, Naomi!
On her next serve CC looked out the front windows at the taco food truck observing a few customers enjoying their efforts. While walking to her tables she spotted Opal Savage’s black van and narrowed her eyes. Imagining it to be the ebony wildcat she hissed. Forgiving Opal for what she did to Dolan, inevitably Alexis and her new besties Mindy and Brit she was ready for another catfight. Sitting her order down in front of her customers she paused to watch it park right behind others blocking their exit when ready to leave.
“Of course she would!”
To her surprise Nick Sanchez was the driver climbing out. “Nick? If he’s here that has to mean he brought Midnight and Dawn. Wonderful! There go my tips.” Sure enough, Nick opened the sliding side door of Black Box and revealed Midnight Amador and Lillian Dawn Bearpaw in all of their glory. Having stopped by his borrowed beach house prior to the diner he had both women wearing their anal hooks attached to thick collars so that if they wavered even once in how their poise was displayed those hooks would lift their asses higher. Food dishes in hand Nick marched his whores right up to the front door. The entire diner noticed them, and silence took over.
Naomi Walker met Nick at the door with a hesitant look but held it open for them. “You created this chaos, didn’t you.” She whispered toward Nick. “I had to call my man to run to a market for more food. You could have given us a warning ahead of time.”
“Where’s the fun in that. Besides, get used to this environment.”
“Why is that?”
“Doubling my buying price. By day’s end you will own this place.”
“What? Really? What if Olan holds out again.”
“He won’t! I want my usual booth.”
“Uh?” She eyed his table where the offshore fishermen Castor, Pete, and Virgil currently occupied. “You might need to relocate them yourself, I’m not suggesting it. They’re always a pain in my ass.”
“I remember them. Dorei? Esclava?” Attention maintained the girls followed his nod and shuffled over to them and knelt down to their side. Bending forward the ladies touched foreheads against the tile and awaited Kami. “Here! Fill these bowls with oatmeal and a single strawberry on top. I’ll take steak and eggs.”
“Might need to wait on Dalton for the eggs, we ran out.”
“Looks to me like a new manager is needed.” A smirk at her he walked away. Just as she grumbled over his comment a fly buzzed her face enough to make her flinch. Just her luck!
The fishermen reacquainted with their old waitress Midnight, telling her she never looked better. The other dining patrons watched Castor caress Midnight’s body until Nick showed up to kill his chances. Looking up at Nick, Castor sighed. “Party pooper!”
“I’ll take that booth.”
“Will you now? I do believe we were here first.”
“You have to the count of five before I send in the troops.”
“Troops you say?” The ever-arrogant Castor looked around and saw no bodyguards. “I think I’ll stay put until my belly is full.”
“4!” Scoffed at! “3!” Whatever! “2!” Eyes rolled! “Last chance!”
A stare off led to buzzing around Castor, then with a rather unorthodox approach, numerous micro drones left the anal cavities of both Midnight and Dawn, easing around their chrome hooks.
Squealing over the tickle of their departure the girls nearly laughed. Kami was so much fun. He had Dyson prepare ahead of time in arming her swarm of Buzz Flightyear’s. It might have appeared gross to house them up such gorgeous bottoms but in Nick’s world it was all about the element of surprise.
Two dozen KAMIkazee flies were strategically sent toward the three fishermen. Up nostrils, inside their ears, simply circling with annoying intent, the three of them swatted and waved away their attackers. Built to be indestructible even the harshest impact only slowed them down. Nick simply folded his arms awaiting progress to secure his seat.
“You suck!”
Virgil jumped from his bench first and stepped away. Pete joined him a minute later after sustaining torturous pinches to his arms and cheeks. Once they vacated Nick claimed their seat and sat across from Castor. Stubborn as a mule Castor stood his ground sneering at the man in black. Gathering in forces Dyson navigated her squadron into forming a circle on his forehead. A second circle within a larger circle.
“Killshot!” Nick growled! The second he barked his order a larger drone fly left Nick’s shoulder and targeted Castor. Zipping at full speed the fly struck the man’s forehead. His “OW!” echoed throughout the diner.
“I’m going to sue you.”
“And you think a court will buy that I control house flies? Wait until you see the locust! It has drill bits on it.”
The window beside them was struck by a much larger insect. Castor caved instantly. That taco truck looked mighty appealing. Taking his leave the flies left his forehead and landed on the table in formation from left to right. Dyson was laughing her ass off making them salute the Major. To be honest Nick himself wanted to chuckle. “At ease, Shadow! Take the kids and find a nice quiet hanger for now.” The patrons did not know what to make of everything until the fly drones lifted off and formed a heart on CC’s butt cheek. Now it all set in and everyone applauded. Funny as hell! Trained flies! Who knew! Caprice felt the fleet and brushed them away.
“HEY! MY SHIT DON’T STINK!”
Not a single person believed otherwise. Nick tilting in his seat smirked at her three tables away. One last instruction to Dyson the flight school waited until her hands were full of empty dishes before striking. Swarming her from all sides the drones pinched at her bikini strings and untied them. Powerful critters swiftly removed her top and bottoms. Not easy mind you but the song SUPERFLY by Curtis Mayfield was suddenly playing over the house speaker. The laughter never ceased!
“DAMMIT, NICK!”
Caprice Comstock was naked. She was going to need another pickle jar. Hearing whistles she shrugged and left her bikini on the tile. Lynette Brewer quickly buttoned up her uniform. Nope! Not stealing her bra.
Naomi returning with the salad bowls full of oatmeal saw Caprice and lost the color in her face. “Not again!”
“They won’t give me my bikini back.”
“Customers took it?”
“Ummm! Sure! Flyboys! Maybe a Flygirl!”
“Olan is going to scream until he loses his voice.” She then shrugged! “Not the worst thing that could happen.” Looking out the windows she saw the fishermen worried how to get their car out with Black Box in the way. No driver behind the wheel the van moved on its own. Naomi simply stared. “How does Nick do that?” How does a billionaire decorated Army Major do anything? With careful thought, precision, and the best private Army money can buy. Retirement suited Nick Sanchez.
Oatmeal bowls before him Nick slyly added his hormonal amplification drug X- AP347. The girls looking at the floor did not witness his additive. Mixing it in well by hand rather than spoon Nick lowered the bowls to the floor but posed his gooey fingers before the whores. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
On his command both girls shared in licking, sucking his fingers, and knuckles all of the way up to the wrist. Not a single murmur of objection was heard out of the dining patrons. Lynette did stop on her way to the pickup counter to stare down at her former colleague Midnight.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Less mighty, more dainty! “Hmm! Maybe Olan and I should roleplay this tonight. All this nudity is making momma want some. If only I can get Ronald to watch his baby brother.” Nice thought! Too rogue!
Naomi set out to offer damage control, apologizing to the customers. To her surprise not one person, male or female complained, they found it all either hilarious or intriguing. Of course, dancing drone flies were adorable. Even a repeat of Superfly on the PA system on a lower level had them giggling. Relieved that nobody seemed offended Ms. Walker made her way to Nick.
“May I sit?”
“Not until your fiancée joins you.” He pointed out the window. Dalton Culpepper pulled up in his truck and squeezed into a space. Unloading groceries Naomi smiled. “Better go help him. I’ll be here when you two are done.”
“Okay! So crazy!”
Nick simply sat back wishing he had brought his diary, better yet his war journal. Rested, he watched Dorei and Esclava eat from their bowls and wiggle their asses as if happy pups. The hooks in their anal cavities were enticing their hormones right along with the fast-acting drug. Evidently the dead body found at Harbinger Shoals was still flying under the radar of knowledge. Chances are the REZidents knew more than Caretaker.
Cellphone on the table Nick plucked it up and made a call. Time to wake the dead! No pun intended!
The Santee REZ! The home of Nodin Merrick, still asleep with his daughter Mikaela and his maid Sasha. Isolated from them, in their own bed chamber the younger Merrick sister Crimson and her new lover Jasmine Riviera cuddled. A cell ringing had them groaning. “Your cell!” Jasmine looked at Crimson. “I don’t have a new one yet. I need to return the old guy’s dead phone to him once his car is fixed.”
“Hand it to me.” A pass off to Crimson she looked at her screen. “It’s Nick.” So that was who he called! “Morning, Nick!” She quickly answered it.
“I need the two of you to get dressed and drive to Coastal Waiter’s Diner. I’ll be cutting Bearpaw loose after breakfast and I need the two of you to drive her back to the Rez. Once she is ready to go, I then need you to drive her to Charleston. Riviera stays in town she has some fences to mend.”
“She can use my old car. I’ll drive the Jag to Charleston. Give us twenty minutes.”
“You have nineteen.” Click! Nick smirked at his encouragement skills. “Get dressed Hacker Bitch! Nick has jobs for us.”
“I heard! Why do I have to stay in town?”
“My guess? What you said about Esteban Amador. He’s out there with no way of contacting anyone. Shoot! He has a job up the coast at a fishery warehouse. I bet he loses it over no transportation or phone.”
“Crap! I didn’t know. I’ll ask Nick if I can hook him up with some cash.”
“No! I doubt Nick allows that after what he did to his wife Irene. He beat Irene and nearly killed her when he caught their house on fire.”
“Wow! Maybe I don’t feel so bad now.” They babbled while hurrying to get dressed.
“From what I gather he’s trying to ... mend fences. Nick said you needed to mend fences. It’s pretty clear now what he wants you to do.”
“So, a glorified babysitter to a criminal.”
“Este is an alcoholic but I think he’s trying his best to straighten up. Nearly losing Irene then Nick now owning his daughter Midnight has left him lost. What you did in stealing his car and cell only added to his stress.”
“So, that’s why Nick told me no case of beer as a gift.”
“Grab my keys. You can drive my old car to go shopping for him and his cat. Just think smart. Nick and Opal gave us a credit card to use when necessary. You go do what you need to then meet me back here on the Rez before Lillian and I leave for Charleston. At least I’ll get to see the mansion her former Professor left her. That’s where we’ll be living when I go to college there. Me and Lakshmi Surve!”
“I’ll buy a cell of my own and message you my number. At least I hope Nick allows that so he can get in touch with me.”
“I’ll let him know.” PING! Crimson again looked at her phone. “Shadow said you can get a cell.”
“Man alive! She’s on top of everything. How did I ever bypass her to swipe Nick’s money.” PING part two!
“She said you got lucky. In more ways than one. We have to get a move on. You go ahead I need to tell dad where I’m going.” A thumb’s up Jasmine headed downstairs and out the front door. Alone now, Crimson chose to step down the hall to her father’s bedroom. Knocking first she ducked her head inside and found Sasha riding her father. Mikki was snoozing off to his right facing away from them.
“Dad?” Hearing her Nodin waved her in. Pausing to breath she shuffled to the other side of the bed and tried not to look at her old classmate Sasha thriving in ecstasy. Cute stockings though. “Uh! Nick Sanchez has an errand for me. He wants me to pick up Lillian Bearpaw and let her pack for her trip to Charleston. I was asked to drive her to the city.”
“Drive safe! Need any money?” She looked stunned at his change in demeanor. Any other day he would sneer at her. “I think I have three hundred in my wallet. Use it for gas and food. Do not solely rely on Sanchez.”
“Dad? I’m proud of you. You’re changing.”
“Never completely! Now leave me before I lose my erection.” Sasha even waved her away giggling. Crimson as awkward as this was did admire how Sasha was mounting her father’s huge cock. Eww! Why was she staring at it. A swift kiss to his cheek Crimson razzed Sasha and swiped the money from Nodin’s wallet.
“See you in a day or two. Oh! Jasmine has to stay nearby so she will be coming and going. I gave her the gate and alarm code last night.”
“Fine! Go away!”
“YEAH! GO AWAY!”
“Fuck you, Sleeping Booty!”
Mikki had spoken! It was almost her turn with daddy! Crimson did not want to see that. Nope! BYE, CYA!
Sheriff Dolan Roster arrived at Harbinger Shoals mere minutes before Clinton Biles. Showing up on a shiny new Fat Boy Harley, Dolan waited on him to park it. Nodding over how sharp it was Dolan tried picturing himself on one. Then he had a vision of Oliver Heavy-Feather on his bike followed by a string of REZistence Riders. His baby Alexis naked on Oliver’s back. That ruined that!
“Saunder’s went all out! Last I recall you drove a black Camaro.”
“I’m still struggling to believe this is all happening. I don’t know how or why I deserve this.”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Biles. Hell, I was just informed that Sanchez is having our new squad cars delivered on Friday. New Chopper for emergencies even. Firetrucks, ambulance, hell, I’m thinking of asking him for an ice cream truck with a clown driving it.”
“I bet he’d do that. HA! Maybe he’d paint Midnight’s face like a clown and have her serve cones to Caretaker. Scratch that, too many kids to be seeing her naked.”