Midnight
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Episode 81: Catnip
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 81: Catnip - 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
Charleston, South Carolina!
A procession of FBI units escorted Santee elder Nodin Merrick through the relaxed traffic of the city. After a gun battle three times in two days over the body of former elder Raymond Scott, law enforcement needed a breather. Special Agent Don Monroe had been working for 24-hours straight without so much as a Red Bull to pep him up. Leading Merrick personally, he aimed to lessen his burden by sending Nodin’s daughter Crimson home. One less worry on his docket.
Reaching the former home of Professor Tomas Sylver, Monroe pulled through the gates as followed by Nodin and his daughter’s girlfriend Jasmine Riviera. Gate security prevented Nodin’s biker club escort from entering but regardless the group dispersed and surrounded the estate. It certainly made the FBI more focused, not knowing the biker’s intent until Monroe told them all to stand down. Uneasy at best!
Halted at a circle drive Monroe parked with Nodin behind him. Meeting up on the sidewalk leading indoors Monroe sized up the Santee millionaire and the slacker looking girl beside him in a stocking cap. In this heat? Fashion statement was all he had. “Sorry we couldn’t allow your entourage inside. It’s safer keeping the congestion to a minimum.”
“I understand completely.” Nodin shook Monroe’s hand. “I merely asked the REZistance to secure our safety should anything further disrupt this reunion with my daughter. If I had known things like this would happen, I would have insisted Crimson stay home.”
“It’s hard to predict anything anymore. And this young lady is...”
“Jasmine! Crimson’s true love it seems.” Nodin actually squeezed Jasmine’s shoulder lightly with acceptance. It made her smile at least. “She is new to our family.”
“Not Santee, I presume.”
“No! I met Crimson online. I’m from ... elsewhere. I moved to South Carolina to be with her. Can I go find her?”
“Nick Sanchez can vouch for Miss Riviera.” Nodin swallowed before admitting his adversary might be useful in the moment. While they had ironed things out, old dogs like Nodin were resistant to rolling over on command.
“He does, does he?”
“I work for Nick. Computer geek.”
“His ... shadow?” Monroe narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, no! I’m nowhere in her league. Protege, I guess. And no, I don’t know her true identity, I only hear her voice when required. She’s awesome by the way.”
“And likely illegal as Hades. I’ll let it slide; she’s been very helpful in all of this. You did not hear me say that. Ordinarily, it would be my job to bring someone like her in.”
“Good luck with that. She’s fifty steps ahead of everyone.” Jasmine geeked out, eying a camera over the front door watching. Waving at the camera she giddily called out, “Hi, Mom!” Hundreds of miles away Eloise Dyson busted a gut. The kid had spunk.
“Anyway! Let’s not go inside.” He lifted up his cellphone and dialed a number. “Bring Miss Merrick out.” Three minutes later the front door opened and out stepped Agent McKenna Grace looking fresh and in uniform now that it had been laundered after her ordeal in the sewer system. Behind her, Crimson eased around with her duffle bag of belongings and hugged McKenna to her surprise.
“Thanks for being here for us.”
“Anytime! Have a safe trip home.”
“Keep Lillian alive. I love my girl. Well, that girl.” She pointed at Jasmine. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. It was a pleasure knowing you, Crimson. Stay out of trouble.”
“With that one? I doubt it.” She blushed! “Bye!” Moving on Crimson united with Jasmine in a loving embrace. Before even breaking away Crimson used one arm to reach out for her father. Stunned slightly, Nodin did the right thing and joined in on the three way hug. As uncomfortable as it was showing emotion, he did love his kid. Acceptance was getting there.
“You are unhurt?”
“I’m fine! Max and McKenna are bad asses. Give them raises.” She spoke to Monroe.
“Under consideration! Keep in touch, Mister Merrick. At least until you return to the REZ.”
“Yes! Of course! Has there been any word from Newton Waterfall about the gunman at the press conference.”
“Nothing! What can he say really. We’ve learned the shooter’s identity and know he was pressured into firing on the elders. His wife was held hostage until he succeeded. A suicide mission in the long run. Well, unintentional suicide. Cyanide tooth according to your REZ forensics team.”
“That really happened?” Crimson flared her eyes. “Is Mikaela, okay?”
“She is. I left Calvin Heavy-Feather behind to keep her safe. The club remains open and in need of her guidance.”
“Right! Can’t close down even during an assassination attempt.” Crimson rolled her eyes. Monroe sighed, agreeing with the girl. That was Nodin’s business, not his. “Let’s go, Jasmine. You can drive the Jag; I just want wind in my hair.”
“I had our people bring in a gas can and filled the tank so you wouldn’t need to make a pitstop.”
“Speaking of, be right back.” Jasmine isolated herself behind some thick shrubbery and squatted. Her bladder needed to feel relief. Monroe just shook his head.
“Thank you again, Special Agent Monroe. I speak for my people in saying thank you for bringing home our warrior. Raymond Scott was a very good leader. Please discover who took his life and placed him at Harbinger Shoals.”
“We have the best on it. After so many years it might be impossible unless we catch a break as to who is sending mercenaries to cover this all up. So far, I’ll freely admit that it’s a needle in a haystack. Sanchez believes this is a militarized sanction. If anyone should know, his background speaks volume. Be glad that he’s on our side.”
“Any word on when we may bring Raymond home?”
“Let us exhume his remains and bring them to the REZ for around the clock security. Shadow tells me that the REZ will be breaking ground on a tomb specifically for Mister Scott in the coming day or two. Your people are hungry for a hero.”
“Indeed! Raymond meant a lot to his people. I will devote my own resources to assist in getting the job done within days.”
“Perfect! Maybe within a day or three Raymond can rest on familiar soil. Have a safe trip home, Merrick.” Hands shaken Nodin moved to the red Jag where Crimson and Jasmine relaxed.
“Stay closely behind me. I will have the REZistance surround us all of the way back.”
“On your tail dad.” Jasmine spoke then gnashed her teeth. “Too soon?”
Nodin merely patted her on the shoulder and went to his car. Taking the lead, he was greeted by bikers outside the gates. The procession united once again they organized and hit the open road. Nodin wished he had pulled up that shrubbery himself. Ten miles out of the city he resorted to pulling into a roadside stop to take a leak. In doing so, Jasmine made a break for it and hit the gas. With the REZistance caught off guard, the back half gave chase. You try keeping up with a Jaguar.
“Wind in your hair Baby!” Jasmine howled!
“Moves like Jag ... grrr!” The radio erupted! Eloise Dyson cackled and played the Rolling Stones song Start Me Up. “Wooooohoooo!”
Crimson just knew she was going to be turned over her father’s knee. She warned Jasmine to expect a red ass of her own. Yikes!
Cellphones off!
Back at the Sylver ... nay, the Sanchez estate!
Agent Don Monroe touched base indoors with McKenna Grace and Maxine Park. Lillian Bearpaw napping upstairs with a guard posted outside her door rested peacefully.
“High alert! It’s obvious enough to me after that REZ shooting that anyone can be blackmailed into service. Cummings wife having her brains blown out concerns me as much as her husband’s cyanide dirt nap.”
“Let’s pray the Merrick’s make it home safely.” Maxine stretched! “I’m going to need a massage after this.”
“Don’t look at me.” McKenna grinned! “I need to keep my trigger fingers in shape.”
“Less goofing off! I know you two are getting tight, but stay professional until the coast is clear. Bearpaw might still be targeted. If Sanchez hadn’t insisted that she resolve her duties here at the college, I’d order her back into his care. I understand tying up loose ends though.”
As Don continued talking Maxine caught movement in a glass curio with a mirror background. Remaining calm she spotted a young Asian man in black using his hands as if offering her a massage. Amused but keeping a straight face, she resorted to thought.
“Chang Wook! He always did give the best body massages.”
Looking about she did not see his physical body. Trained to perfection that could rival any Japanese Ninja, her Korean ally was a ghost to anyone else. A second curio found the loyalist’s partner Ho Yeon, he dressed in white, wagging a finger at her and pointing at himself before also mimicking a massage.
“Yin and Yang! Dueling over who gets to lay hands on me. Mm! All in good time, Boys! All in good time!”
Attention focused once, she listened to every word Monroe offered up. It was going to be a long few days babysitting the sex slave. Still, the confidence that Nick Sanchez seemed to have in her, in McKenna, was filling her soul with pride. She had no idea what her future would be like now that all of these chance meetings with both criminal elements and charming bed fellows had mounted up. What she did know was being a forensics photographer was less rewarding.
“Let’s get through the next two weeks and discuss changes. I did make calls about your performances the last two days. While McKenna here followed much of the action by the book, Maxine did not.”
“Did I have a book to follow? My career choice was not as extreme as others. I refined my talents somewhere other than Quantico.”
“Seoul! I get it, Park. You carried over your degrees and met the criteria we needed here in the states. The higher ups are impressed with your skills behind a lens as much as seeing you in battle mode. They observed your fighting prowess over the parking garage cameras the day before last. If the camera feeds here at the mansion weren’t blacked out, they would have compared notes.”
“Well, on the bright side they did not see me fight in only nail polish and lip gloss.”
“True! Caught off guard like you were, I’m certain they would have cut you some slack if they had. At any rate I’m going to say this, I’m proud of the both of you. Is this how it is done?” Don actually shared his best attempt at a bow, Korean style. “I had to look that up.”
“Aww! Thanks, Don!” Instead of bowing back Maxine put her arms up, snapped her fingers and did a jiggle dance in step. “Did I do that, right?” Reflections casting thumbs up, agreed with her.
“Mad respect! Let me get on out of here. I want to stop by the hospital and check on Ramirez.”
“Give him our love.” McKenna shook her head at Maxine. As soon as Monroe turned away, she made the very same dance move as Max had. Too funny! In the curio cabinets the reflections of Maxine’s bodyguards joined in that dance.
Good times had by all!
Coastal Waiter’s Diner! Caretaker, South Carolina! Beachfront BUFFet.
“Don’t you two have fish to catch?”
Caprice Comstock finished up her shift at closing time. Literally, everyone had paid their tabs and went on back to their boring life. All but Durby Carlyle and Meryl Fuddy. The old farts were destined to be her best customers it seemed.
“Can’t get enough of you, CC.” Meryl chuckled and placed a ten-dollar bill between his lips hoping she might venture forth to collect it. With Naomi Walker in back helping put food away CC had free reign to do as she pleased. Not that she didn’t, even with Naomi hovering. “Smother me with lovin’!”
“Last call!”
She eased in front of him at his table and straddled his knee, one leg to each side. Bending forward she compressed her 38C’s around his cheeks and collected that ten with grace, smothering him in perfume and bulging talent. He motorboated her the best he could before giving up the catch of the day. Seeing her fluffy response, Durby wanted in on that. A second ten between his dentures he mumbled. “Reelin’ her in!”
“Allow me!”
A voice behind him made Durby turn in his seat to see a far bigger fish. Fellow food connoisseur Opal Savage had done the unpredictable and had stripped out of her black sports bra and tight spandex shorts. Tennis shoes and bobby socks left on, she shook her big chocolate titties at them and swooped in. Breasts crushing around Durby’s cheeks she collected her own tip and accepted lip. A double lap dance between couples were pursued just for laughs.
“Better sell that boat, Durby.” CC chuckled gyrating in Meryl’s lap. “Your social security check will be spent in one day.”
“401K, Baby Girl!”
“Okay, bankrupt in a month.”
“You gals made our day.”
“Glad we could put a smile on your faces.” Opal joined in gyrating, letting Durby palm her twitching ass cheeks. As he puckered up for a kiss the Tigress snarled at him and hopped up. “Keep your ten. I’m not destitute.”
“Did I offend you, Miss Opal?”
“Not even! Just controlling my inner kitten.” Raging Tigress! The merest sexual conduct in any way had her hormones prowling. “Saving you a hospital visit.” A pause later she kissed him on the cheek. “I suppose now that I’m a cop, I need to behave like one.” She set out putting her shorts back on over her tennis shoes and followed it up with her sports bra. Just in time, Naomi Walker stepped out of the kitchen none the wiser.
“Let’s lock those doors. Time to go Merle and Durby.”
“Back to the boat.” Meryl sighed! “Home sweet home!”
“You two live on that boat?” Opal grew curious!
“Sure do! No property taxes on it.” Durby chuckled!
“You know! I was just thinking as I sat at my booth back there that I needed a place to call home. Some place to hang my dainties!” She smirked! “I’m already tired of hotel rooms and I doubt the Major will want me sharing his manor once it’s done.”
“I know a few boats for sale at the marina we park at.” Meryl shared! “We can check on prices if you want.”
“What’s the name of the marina?”
“Mermaid’s Row! Only marina we have in Caretaker.”
“It’s right by the Dive Inn, Opal!” Naomi offered insight! “Surprisingly, it’s really nice there. A lot of older boats but quite a few new. Dolan’s daddy Albert has a boat there.”
“Walking distance! You should check it out tomorrow if Nick doesn’t have you busy.”
“I just might do that. Now that I think about it, Nick’s building docks out on Harbinger Shoals. I could probably pull up alongside it and be close when he needs me.”
“There you go!” Meryl nodded! “We’re living on the good ship Can’t Anchor Us, if you want to stop by. We can point out the one’s for sale and worth your money.”
“You have a stowaway!” She winked! “Give me your car key’s, Blondie! I’ll go transfer Ali’s belongings to Black Box while you and Naomi finish up.”
“Just go on ahead, CC. Dreyfus and I can close up. Take these grisly termites with you.”
“Awesome! Let me put my bikini back on and I’ll meet you outside.” Agreeing, the codgers and Opal headed out. Five minutes later CC joined them for that transfer. The old boys helped load up the van then hopped in an old Ford Ranger and headed back into town.
“So, the boat life is for you?” Caprice locked her car and walked to the van, opening the passenger side door.
“Never tried it. Been on my fair share but not to live on one. It just sounds like a short-term solution as long as I’m tied down here in Caretaker.”
“Maybe Nick will buy you a boat.”
“I can buy my own. The last boat he bought was hauled out to Esteban Amador’s property.” She laughed! “Not taking any risks. I’d be living on a rubber dinghy.”
“That’s hilarious! You know how to get to the REZ?”
“GPS without even putting in the coordinates.”
“I got you bitches.” The radio blurted as the engine fired up on its own. CC bulged her eyes noting no key in the ignition switch.
“When you have a Shadow who needs anything else.”
“Right! Hello, Shadow!” CC spoke but thought Eloise after the hacker confiding in her. Keeping her word, Caprice buckled her seat belt and lowered her sunglasses.
“What’s shaking, Tits.”
“You know me! Always shaking the ladies.”
“I already checked the for-sale ads on boats. Sending you pics of three choices. I’d go with the Tracker called the Tigger Shark. Matches the Tigress. You could even change the name to the Tigress Shark.”
“Just the Tigress.” CC intervened! “The Shark with Tigress sounds catfishy.”
“Right! Sounds like a winner. Is it in good shape?” Opal left the parking lot and turned onto the highway.
“Fairly new! 2018 model! The owner passed away and his kids are selling it. Nice living quarters and a small shower. Serves your purpose.”
“Send me a pic.” Ping! Fast and thorough! Looking at it she let Black Box do the driving. The van had its own autopilot. CC was blown away by the vehicle staying between the lines on the highway and even slowing on its own in traffic. Wow! James Bond much?
“Dang! It looks right up my alley.” She shared the pic with CC. “What do you think Blondie?”
“I’d party on that.”
“We can christen it together. Shadow? Arrange a looksee for tomorrow. Are the owner’s close by?”
“They live up the coast in Daybrook about forty miles South. No docks down there it seems. Owners are Iris and Deidre McAllister, sisters in their 20’s. No bites on the boat you might get lucky. Oo!”
“What?”
“Those girls are fine as hell.” A pic shared, Opal flared her eyes. “Twins at that! Strippers at a struggling club in Digby called the Dugout. Food for thought! They might be candidates for Nicky’s new club.”
“Or waitresses at Naomi’s new diner.” CC pointed out! “Bring them by the diner tomorrow if they show you the boat.”
“I’ll even buy their lunch.” Dyson chuckled! “The new club will take a month or less to build. Maybe we can swoon those two into waitressing until then.”
“Only thing is, the diner will close for two weeks while Naomi and Dalton are getting married in Puerto Rico. I know I’m going; I’m her maid of honor.”
Turn signal applied as they reached the turnoff to the REZ, CC marveled at Opal not bothering to pay attention. Braking and turning on its own, Black Box continued on. Again, WOW!
“No one left to keep it open?”
“No! Olan and Lynette are going to Puerto Rico too. Nick offered them a caretaker job there.”
“Oh, yeah! I did hear that. I bet I get stuck playing cop while you bitches’ sip fancy drinks. Nick will count on me to watch over Harbinger Shoals while he’s gone. Wait! Will Dolan be going with you?”
“I hope so. It depends on if things get quiet around here.”
“Well, he is hiring a staff of new cops so we might survive a week without him. Biles, Koones, Grainger, Murphy, Mellow, and I can probably manage. Who knows he might hire more still. New cop cars are arriving in the next few days.”
“If Dolan goes, he will probably enlist Albert to step in for a week. He was the Sheriff before Dolan who jumped in after he retired.”
“Nice! Add in Mindy Biles and Britney Saunders as the new dispatchers, Stacy Bell on tap, things might go smoothly.”
“REZ ahead!” CC nodded! “Let’s drop this shit off fast and head to SanTease, I need to talk to Calvin Heavy-Feather.”
“Should I show Boobs Magee what Oliver and the Sheriff’s daughter did?” Dyson chuckled!
“Oh, boy! Do I really want to know?”
Her own cell pinging, Eloise sent CC the video collage of Oliver and Alexis Roster engaging in standing sex along the coastal highway. Watching it Caprice sighed. “I miss those days. Not with Oliver, but the exhibition stuff in public.” Frowning she did admit, “Ollie was pretty good though.”
“Past tense!”
“Right! Calvin isn’t so bad either. I’ll shut up now.”
“You tapped both brothers?”
“Same time! Yes, DP! When you live with one brother, it just happens.”
“The entire REZistance like Alexis did?”
“Don’t judge me.” CC laughed! “It comes with the territory. I was a member of the LEZistance, even if only bisexual.”
“So, you own a bike.”