Midnight
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Episode 82: HEADHUNTER
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 82: HEADHUNTER - 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
7:45 PM! The Santee REZ!
“So, this is the infamous SanTease!”
Opal Savage followed Caprice Comstock through the back entrance of the renegade club into the pool hall portion of the bar. Four billiard tables in use by rough looking rogues, they immediately ceased firing and stood tall to enjoy the view. Regulars overall, everyone knew the busty blonde in the micro bikini. Especially one young man stroking his pool cue at her.
“Hey, CC! When are you dropping by so I can tat up those titties?” That caught the attention of his fellow 8-Baller’s!
“TOOOOOBY!”
CC stopped cold in her tracks and rerouted between tables with a bimbo shuffle, arms wide and demanding attention. Tossing his cue on the table Toby Forthright braced for impact. Leaping into his arms she smothered her chest into his face. The short young man palmed her bare ass as if he owned it as she kicked her feet excitedly. The men around them found that bizarre as fuck knowing that Toby was gay. For their info, he was bisexual but preferred men. He and CC simply loved one another enough not to care what anyone thought. She supported his preferences either direction.
Opal found it amusing as the gent’s standing about admired her over CC. “Don’t look at me. I only charge guys intending to put them in the ER.” That brought on a few fearful reactions. Of course, there was always one jackass in the room. Arthur Looking Pretty was the furthest thing from his namesake. Scarred up facial features from having battery acid tossed at him in high school changed his personality. Tattoos added to his face made him look opposing in a warrior manner. Working out and adding muscle saved his rep with the ladies.
“Where’s your bikini?”
“Never wear them. It’s either sporty outfits or butt ass naked. Uniforms in the past.” Opal spoke without smiling, smirking, or a wink. Mentioning uniforms, she pictured herself in a Caretaker cop outfit. That prompted a sour expression. One that Arthur took personally.
“Too good for you?”
“Yeah! Uniforms are too gaudy.”
“I meant me!” She puckered his lips and made kissing noises. While he took offense goading Opal, Toby lowered CC in order to let her intervene.
“Knock it off, Looking Petty!”
“Pretty!”
“Why yes, I am.” Caprice danced in step to the music from the dance club arena on the other side of the wall. “So, is my friend there.”
“She wears too much.”
“The night is young.”
Opal swiped a pool cue from the nearest player. “Be right back.” Taking it she surveyed Arthur’s table. His opponent Digby Potting Soil stepped out of Opie’s way sensing her attitude. “Make you a deal, Handsome! If I make two balls in one shot, you strip naked and play an entire game in the buff. If I miss, then I’ll finish this game in the nude.”
Eying the table arrangement Looking Pretty grinned. “You have no combinations. I will accept that bet.” CC hugging onto Toby, arm around his shoulder leaned over to whisper her thoughts on that wager.
“He thinks he’s going to get her in the sack. She would rip him apart.”
“She looks tough.”
“Special Forces! I don’t think I’d take that bet.”
“No shit! That’s cool! Wait a sec! Does she work for that Sanchez guy at Harbinger Shoals?”
“She does!”
“The woman who beheaded three guys yesterday?”
“Beheaded? Where did you hear that?”
“Ben Squatting Wolf’s passing held few secrets. Our POPO likes to jabber.”
“Surely, that was made up.” CC looked at him with hesitance. “I’ll find out shortly. God, I hope not!” Dolan sure didn’t tell her. But again, the FBI might have asked him to keep things quiet. Obviously, others did not follow that advice.
Circling the table looking over potential options Opal stopped at the side while facing Arthur. She took a minute to unpin her hair and ruffled up her curls for fullness. Wild woman in the house! Nodding at her selection she leaned forward with her cuestick aimed at the 2-ball. Arthur simply looked smug and stepped back and shifted his gaze from side to side at his fellow billiard boys.
“She has no clue.”
“Just a cue!” CC chuckled! “I just know this is going to be priceless.”
“That is only one ball.” Arthur chastised her.
“Watch and weep!” Opal grinned! A few practice strokes with her stick she fired the cue ball at the 2 and sent it flying into the air rather than into any pocket. The ball zipped right over the rail and struck Arthur in the groin. Doubling over in pain at the impact the air was stolen from his lungs. “Two balls, one shot! Just like I said. Blue’s Cues!” She winked at CC then back at Arthur. “Blue balls!”
“FUCK!” Looking Pretty cursed!
“Lose your trousers! You made that wager.”
“Yeah, Looking Petty!” CC laughed! “I’ll go get you some ice for your swollen nads.” Dropping his stick Arthur waddled off and out the back door. “Maybe not!”
“Let me buy you two a drink.” Toby offered! “Looking Pretty deserved to be taken down a peg. You’re the head juggler, right?” He extended his hand toward Opal. “I’m Toby.”
“Opal!” She did shake his hand. “Let’s not be spreading that knowledge. FBI is eying me as it is.”
“So, it’s true?” CC bulged her eyes! “You cut off someone’s head?”
“Three heads! Shock value to spook their friends and gave Nick and I the edge in the firefight. I’m just sorry it wasn’t in time to save DeWhitt and Squatting Wolf. As the saying goes War is Hell.”
“Wow!”
“They say she used a head like a bowling ball over the wooden bridge.”
“Can we stop with the imagery.” CC grew squeamish. “I know you did what you had to but ... that is pretty gruesome.”
“Nothing strikes fear like a headhunter bathed in blood.”
“What did I just say. Dammit! You made me realize my period should be any day now.”
Following Toby into the club CC palmed Opal’s mouth. “Shush!” No problem! It did worry Opie that the word was out. In her mind she considered that people might behave around Caretaker after this. Maybe the cop job would not be so bad.
“Hey, Cuz! Bottle of Bud and whatever these lovely ladies want.”
“CC! Back so soon? Dressed to ... thrill, at that.” She eyed her bikini.
“Evening, Daisy! Opal? This is Toby’s cousin Daisy Forthright. Just give me a Bud too.”
“Hi, Opal! Pick your poison.” Daisy then clenched her teeth. “Bad timing! I forgot until now about that guy who took cyanide after shooting at the Elders.”
“Third Bud! Sounds like it’s been quite a day.”
“Week!”
Daisy leaned over the bar, her cleavage nearly toppling out of her bustier. “Mister Merrick went to Charleston to pick up Crimson. Rumor is there was a firefight over there she was caught in the middle of. What is going on around these parts? Raymond Scott’s body found is the only good thing to happen in months.”
“At Harbinger Shoals even.” Toby winked at Opal. “Where she works.”
“You work at Harbinger Shoals?” Daisy paused!
“I don’t work there, I ... work for the owner.” Opie studied Toby with a squint.
“Opal is actually working for my new man Dolan.” CC aimed to rescue her tentative bestie. “Ms. Savage here is a bounty hunter. He hired her as one of the new officers for Caretaker due to her investigative skills and always getting her man.” She then thought about what she had just said. “Including my man. Bitch!” Amusing in her thoughts! She knew Dolan was weak in the moment. They weren’t technically a couple when it happened. At any rate!
“Bounty hunter, that sounds exciting. I’ve heard good things about that guy, Sanchez. A few of our customers were workers out there until the body was found.”
“Unexpectedly!” Opal ventured in. “Once the body gets exhumed and relocated work should start back up.”
“Is it true he’s building a Historical Society and a crypt for Raymond Scott here on the REZ?”
“It is!” Toby dipped accepting her bottle of beer. “I was at the press conference earlier. Newton Waterfall and Mister Sanchez committed to both of those. Including the burial of Ben Squatting Wolf.”
“It’s nice seeing the Santee and the outside world working together for once.”
Fellow bartender Whispa Sweet Nothing broke away from tending others to join in, bumping hips with Daisy. Whispa, truly Wendy, was a gorgeous Santee with tats on her neck and shoulders and one section of her long brown mane shaved on the left temple. Toby Forthright had gifted her with those tats as per his profession.
“More to come!” Opal promoted the Major. “Nick has vision as much as money.”
“Mikaela mentioned that he and Nodin Merrick are joining forces on a new night club in Caretaker. That by itself has me worried.” Whispa decided it best to wave off further insight. Talking too much might get her fired.
“Why?” CC questioned!
“I think what scares everyone is that they know Nodin is not always such a good guy.” Toby mumbled under his breath but up close enough that Opal and CC could hear him. “We’ve talked about that before CC.” Caprice nodded!
“The Major is well-aware what the man has been involved in.” Opal enlightened him and accepted her own beer, passing CC hers. “If Merrick was too bad, Nick would have shut him down before he could scratch his ass.”
“Don’t get me wrong he does good for the Santee. It’s the outsiders he’s never been keen on. Quite a few Santee resent the white man. That’s what shocks me that this Sanchez is breaking those barriers. Giving our people jobs and income helps relations. This area of the state has little to offer.”
“Which is why he’s so invested. Dolan told me that he’s even giving the REZ new police vehicles, ambulance and fire trucks like he’s doing in Caretaker. He hopes to instill hope in the area.”
“By building another strip club to compete with this one?” Daisy shrugged! “Do we need another club?” Music ending, the recent dancer left with her tips. Howls out of the crowd signaled a new performer.
“Kyoti is on.” Whispa howled herself, leading Daisy and Toby to join in the symphony. Opal and CC merely looked at one another.
“Kyoti Cuddle!” A new voice entered the group and hugged CC from the side. “I wondered if you would stop in after honking at me.”
“I was just horny.”
Caprice greeted Mikaela Merrick then kissed her on the lips. Opal sized up that kiss and smirked. Passion, it seemed! Until it stopped just that swiftly. “Mikki and I go way back to when I first started seeing Oliver. Mik, this is Opal.”
“I thought I just saw your van pull up outside, yet ... you move fast.” From her office window she had watched Black Box park outside and sit idle.
“Like a ninja!” Opie winked!
“We were just talking about your daddy.”
“Careful what you say. People snoop!”
“Like the boy up in a tree across the street out past his bedtime?” Opal chuckled! “Hoping to see this Kyoti maybe!”
“He is Kyoti’s baby stepbrother, Nathan Upside Down Crow. Their dad is like fifty I think. Yes, the boy is father’s spy. Their parents care little what they do. I just hired Kyoti, she’s a big hit here at SanTease now that she moved back from Florida. She plays off of a librarian concept, mainly because that was her job down there at a University. Not to mention she can barely see without her glasses. As if the howls don’t clue you in.”
From an attic porthole above the stripper pole slid down a thirty-something goddess wearing only her tattoos and a canine butt plug tail. Toby was thrilled to see her. “I did her vagina ink. The woman is fearless.”
CC bulged her eyes zeroing in on the woman’s 5’5 build with perfect 36C breasts. That tattoo Toby volunteered was the head of a coyote with ravenous jaws around her vulva. Deadly eyes peering over her clit either scared off lovers or lured them in.
“Zero pain threshold! I spent two weeks down there.”
“Lucky you!” Opal chuckled! “Takes tough to go that close to paradise. She looks feral for any librarian.”
“We won’t go there.” Mikki sighed! “Her dad is her biggest tipper. I pretty much guarantee incest is involved.” Mentioning that Mikki recalled her own father taking herself for a spin in bed. It wasn’t terrible!
“Wow!” That alone confirmed what Daisy had said about Nodin. Opal admired the music accompanying her. It sounded tribal with drums and nature calls. Hitting the stage dancing to a rough and gruff singer it nearly brought a tear to Opie’s eye. It was obvious this woman was genius in her moves and skill. Stomping the stage, wagging her coyote tail she worked the crowd into a stomping on the floor frenzy.
Rolling on the stage floor like a dog she propped herself up on one palm. Her feet directly in front of a big tipper the librarian knuckled her cunt to the beat of the song. A messy twat spat out at the man just before her toes snatched his money then back flipped. Her coyote tail swatted him in the face in passing. Everyone busted up laughing.
“Nice! Disturbing, but nice.” Opal told CC.
“Any worse than your bowling skills?”
“I suppose not! Anyways! What were we talking about?”
“Nick and Nodin’s new club.”
“Dad already wants Kyoti there as his premiere dancer when this new club goes live.” Phone ringing in her hand Mikki paused them. “Speak of the devil. Hi, Daddy! Speak up, Kyoti is on stage. What? Are they that stupid? Of course, they are. Yes, I’ll be on the lookout for them. ETA thirty minutes? Okay! Love you, Dad.”
“Everything alright?” CC grew curious!
“Crimson and her lesbo lover dusted dad and the REZistance on the way home from Charleston. None of them could keep up with that Jaguar.” She actually giggled over it. “I love the rebel, but she’s not making a good impression on dad.”
“Crimson?”
“No, this Jasmine.”
“Under Nick’s protection!” Opal pointed out! “She works for the Major doing side jobs.”
“Doing what? What does she do to afford a car like that.”
“Nick bought it for her.” Cover story to protect Jasmine. She had stolen the Jag and fudged all documents of ownership in the system. She was that good of a computer hacker. “I. T!”
“Whatever!”
“Oh, hey! Where is Calvin Heavy-Feather? Oliver said he needed to talk to me.”
“Stockroom! We had a delivery earlier and he’s straightening it up. You can go on back if you want quiet away from the music and the howling. Kyoti does like six songs in a row so the place will be a riot until she’s done.”
“She does Metallica?” CC recognized the next song bleeding right in after Wolf Totem.
“Mongolian version.” Opal puckered! “What happened to Indigenous?” The HU version of Metallica’s Sad but True erupted with a vengeance.
“Who knows! She likes her metal.” Mikki shrugged! “Come on, I’ll walk you back to Calvin.”
Leaving her, Opal decided to venture up to the stage and wiggle her way through the masses. The woman had forty guys surrounding one tiny circular stage four feet off the ground. She felt a few pinches to her ass along the way but uncaringly let them get away with it. T16R355 thriving in her system that kind of attention was like lighting the fuse on a stick of dynamite.
Patting the stage to get the librarian trickster’s attention she sat her beer bottle down in order to bring up her small chain purse to procure cash. Seeing a fifty drawn out the wench stalked Opal with hunger in her eyes. Been there done that! Opal playfully snarled at her yet the woman failed to find fear. Reaching Opal, she avoided the money and instead sniffed at Opal, leaning over the rim to inhale her perfume. T16R355 pheromones tantalized her.
Eyes flaring at the aroma she sat up and moved Opal’s beer bottle beneath her thighs and sat her vulva directly over the bottle neck. Opie watched that neck disappear. That deserved a puckered lower lip. Little lady fucked herself for that tip. This led to a flurry of five dollar bills out of the men around her. Finances ignored Kyoti panted and acted like a playful puppy in the moment.
Song ending, destiny spoke. The DJ had sense enough to play AC/DC’s song Giving the Dog a Bone. Bottle would suffice! Taking her hands Opal danced in step with the song and watched the girl climax on her bottle, juices mixing with her best BUD. Fucking amazing! The crowd could not stop howling. Little screamer joined in!
By the end of the song Kyoti dismounted but instead of giving the beer back she tipped the bottle and guzzled it like a pro, spilling froth from her compressed lips and all over her perky titties. Opal was loving this woman’s technique. So much so that her devious side took over. Dipping her fingers back into her purse she drew out her vial of T16R355 and wiggled it in front of Kyoti.
“Does Puppy want a treat?” Wag! Wag! Yip! Yip! Odd for a librarian but het.
Opening the vial Opal placed her index fingertip over it and dabbed only a single droplet. Playing along Kyoti sniffed at the minty scent then licked it from Opal’s finger. This led to sucking on that digit like a dick. Very nice! Patting the stage again Opal said, “SIT!”
Complying the woman plopped down and folded her legs back over her head like a turtle on its shell. A second dip of the drug Opal smeared it on the girl’s clit. The immediate sensation of chilling coolness had the woman moaning. Tongue following, Opal licked that droplet off of her. Puppy scratched her back all over that stage.
“DRINKS ON HER!”
Opie yelled out as the song drew to a close. Ironically, AC/DC followed up Bone with Have a Drink on Me! “Oh! DJ, you are good!” Amused, Opal rubbed more T16R355 on the girl’s clit then lured the man next to her to lick her off. He and she enjoyed the moment. Throughout the entire song she coated that clit with drop after drop. Men lined up to taste that beauty. Oh, the insanity! Opie was making certain the night was going to be fruitful. Mint juLIP, indeed!
Bouncers stood back laughing until the effects began to become evident. Guys were unable to keep their dicks in their trousers, beating off to an anthem of Thunderstruck as her fourth song. Shake a Leg as its follow up, guys were nutting like beasts in the field. Over forty men licked the Kyoti. She fucked herself like a hound in heat! Momma’s little helper! Opal headed back to the bar. For now!
“Ho, Bald Eagle!”
CC stepped into the storeroom to find Calvin Heavy-Feather shirtless and sweating from stacking cases of booze and rearranging kegs. “Look at you! Wringing wet like me 24/7!” She laughed! Mikaela definitely took note. On both parts!
“Ollie said you wanted to talk to me about something.”
“I do!” He used a t-shirt to wipe his brow then put it on. Mikki pouted at his covering up. He saw how she had looked and knew that he could never touch Mikaela again unless her father allowed it. Besides, of late he had been thinking about Hannah Bell, dispatcher at the Caretaker Police Department.
“What’s up! Besides your kickstand.” CC patted his crotch. Again, Mikki pouted! She knew how acquainted Caprice and the Heavy Feather boys were, but it still made her sad. She had feelings brewing for Calvin. Yet again, since her father had made love to her last week her brain was really confused. She decided to avoid them asking about her expressions it was best to take her leave. Another cigarette sounded good.
“May we talk seriously?”
“Sure! You know me, I’m compulsive. I started waitressing tables in the nude today.”
“Tips were good?”
“For a first day doing it ... not bad.”
“You could make more dancing here.”
“I’ve seen Kyoti. I doubt that. Maybe when Nick and Nodin open the new club, I’ll consider one night a week. I suppose dating the Sheriff that might look bad. But again, no worse than waitressing in the buff. Anyways, what’s on your mind?”
“With Ali moving in, I feel it is time for me to go. I have been considering my independence.”
“Good for you! I understand your bond with Oliver, but you guys are hitting 30, it’s time to evolve.”
“Agreed! What I would like to ask is ... would you sell me your trailer?”
“It would fall apart trying to move it to the REZ.”
“I would live where it is. Perhaps even find employment elsewhere.”
“Wow! Breaking away from Nodin? That won’t go over well. He depends on you. Maybe you could just jump ship and work at the new club once it gets built. It sounds like Nick is rushing it through.”
“Perhaps! I have ten grand if you would like to, as you say ... evolve.”
“It’s not worth ten. The floor is weak. The roof leaks a little.”
“I would fix it as I have my current home.”
“Where would I go? I can’t just expect Dolan to invite me to live with him. Besides, I’m not certain exactly what I want.”
“I understand. I will look elsewhere.”
“Hold on! I’ll tell you what. I’ll sell it for seven on the condition you let me room there until I can find a place that feels right. Tips I bring in at the diner should get me something nicer. Can I have until a month or so after Naomi’s wedding in Puerto Rico? That’s in two weeks.”
“Yes! I will stay with Oliver as long as I can tolerate Ali.”
“Good luck there! Better lock your bedroom door every night.”
“That would require I put the door up.”
“Oh, right! You never put it up after Ollie and I fucked it off its hinges?”
“Pointless!”
“That’s been over a year. Yeah, you should probably do that or wake up with Ali on your pecker.”
“I will set her straight!”