Episode 62: Service Charge

“Agent Tanner?”

“Sheriff Donnelly!” FBI Field Chief Buford Tanner surmised the only law officer in standing with four cars still flashing the night. “Where are your people?” Shaking hands became a foregone requirement under the circumstances.

“Some kids are mixed up in this, so my deputies took it upon themselves to contain the situation. Don’t worry they’re smart enough not to go guns blazing with those kids in the way. They’re only trying to slow your rogue agent and whomever Wayne Nichols really is. Frankly, I don’t care I just want him relocated out of my jurisdiction. You FBI folks just throw people wherever you please and don’t care how it effects the locals.”

“I understand your concerns, Donnelly.” Buford was a lookalike actor Ed Harris with a hefty build, his grim attitude proving why he was no nonsense in his career. “I may lead but there are always higher ups making those calls. I will guarantee that Nichols will be out of Wildwood by dawn if we can haul both he and his family out safely.”

“Now what about them? We both know your agent raped Nichols wife; Nichols raped his own kid. They need to be separated from him. Nobody deserves having to put up with a life like that.”

“One moment, Sheriff.” Tanner paused! “Romero? Check on the people in the house, make certain all doors are locked, windows shut.” He directed Agent Golli Romero, Mexican born but fully invested in her place within our borders. Golli was a pretty hot number as a woman in black. Even Coot had to pucker at her bosom bobbing beneath her suit coat.

“I have an officer inside keeping everyone together.”

“Doubling the chances, Sheriff. If what you say about Agent Durbin is true then I can’t let her go in holding hostages on my watch. Between yours and mine we can guarantee their safety.” Another pause, “Madigan? Take six and scout the area. Night vision, so you can decipher who is who. No firefights I want Nichols brought in without a scratch. Durbin too. Any kid gets hurt I’m demoting you.” Chaz Madigan swallowed knowing that Tanner would do just that. “Slayback? Take three and checkout any buildings they could potentially hide in. Secure the perimeter. Donnelly? I’m all yours.”

“Good to know! I presume you want the documented proof of your agent and Nichols with his daughter?” He wagged his cell in front of Tanner.

“Let’s see it. Agent first, seeing as she’s close to home.”

Coot pulled up the info sharing Roxie Durbin’s hostile takeover of a weary beaten Erica Nichols tied naked to her bed, ass in the air. Savagely taking her from behind with a strap on dildo, it was easy to hear Erica’s dismay. Roxie’s words clearly heard mentioning Buford by name from the kitchen made Tanner grimace.

“Damn shame! Roxie used to be a damn good field agent. Trust me Sheriff I’ll have her badge and behind bars by this afternoon. Let’s just get through dawn first.”

“I appreciate it. You do grasp my concern for Mrs. Nichols even away from Durbin? Her husband beats her from what I’ve been told. Durbin lets it happen.”

“Strike two!” Tanner was now watching Wayne Nichols bragging as he raped his daughter Jenna. “Who got this evidence?”

“His daughter sees a boy who lives out here. They were having phone sex, Wayne walked in and tormented all involved. It was recorded in hopes I could step in. Wayne’s fiasco at the high school today is on video as well. The principal will release it when you’re ready.”

“Bad?”

“Twenty kids jumped into a swimming pool to save a teacher from drowning. Wayne was choking her out on the bottom while battling one of my deputy’s too.”

“Wonderful! Sounds like the teacher is well liked. Good to know people care enough to help one another.”

“Wildwood takes care of their own.” Coot nodded! “Uh? You will understand why when you see the school video. That teacher? My deputy’s wife by the way! She came up out of that water naked. Can’t overlook that part. Matter of fact she’s in the house there.”

“Any reason why she’s out here at a time like this?”

“Friends of friends of friends.” He refrained from spilling the truth of the matter. “Did you happen to notice Durbin’s car hidden in the brush? I flattened her tires just in case she made it back there.”

“Saw it! I left an agent there in hiding as a precaution. If we can apprehend Roxie before any escape, I can put my boot down on her head. So, how many people are out there besides my boys tracking them?”

“Three of my deputy’s, two boys who live here. One was Jenna Nichols boyfriend, if that’s what they are, the other the brother to one of the kids out there. The kids are roughly eighteen or so in age. Oh, and a sheepdog.”

“Hope it doesn’t get in the way.” Tanner looked at the truck with a cage in back. “Why is there a big cat truck out here?”

“Close as I can tell by the moaning, the girls from the sanctuary are getting nailed. Hate to admit it but we walked into an orgy.”

“Sounds fun!” Tanner scowled! “At a time like this.”

“Not everyone in the house is aware of Nichols. The owner Margo Needy is now aware because of this being on her property. She rents rooms out to four local boys, maybe five.”

“Needy? Oh, yeah! Big fan of basketball. So, this is where Darryl Needy called home. Small world!”

“Hometown hero ole’ Darryl.”

“God rest his soul.” Nods agreed upon that recommendation.

At the front door of the house Agent Golli Romero rang the doorbell to have Frannie Filmore answer it. Upon opening the door Romero instantly flared her eyes. A whoa expression over the ginger’s beauty even after hardcore sex caught her imagination. Even with Frannie wearing a borrowed robe she blushed under the circumstances of her loitering. “Forgive me for staring.”

“No worries! I live with that on a daily basis.” Frannie smirked! “Any news?”

“Not yet! Our agents are moving in cautiously. Let’s just cross our fingers there’s no gunplay. Our rogue agent should be the only one with a gun but truthfully now that Agent Durbin went off the deep end it’s hard to say. I’m Agent Romero by the way.”

“Sup, Romeo?” Frannie teased her, caressing her revealing chest swell behind the pink robe.

“So not ... manly. Sorry!”

“I get it! I’m bi too. Look with lust all you want.”

“Do I detect sexual activity?”

“Basement! The Hancock boys are doubling down on the Pussycat Dolls.”

“Pardon?”

“The Cat Sanctuary proprietors. They came out to join the party. One hell of an orgy before we learned Wayne Nichols was out here looking for his family. The ladies from what I understand are hiding out in Margo Needy’s son’s treehouse to catch their breath. Things went dark fast once Wayne and his handler got out here.”

“You really do know more than you should. If I may offer advice? Tone down the knowledge. Please?”

“Got it! Just trying to help. Care to come in?” Frannie stepped aside allowing Golli to enter.

“Oh, my! Who invited Jennifer Lopez?” Margo came downstairs in her blue robe with cum stains on it, not even tied together, her pussy in plain view. Golli again went speechless, admiring Margo.

“I could say the same of you, Wonder Woman.” Golli bantered back.

“Margo Needy.” She stepped up to shake Golli’s hand. “I suppose I should tie myself up. Oopsie! Belts on my bed. Oh, well, I am inside my own home.”

“You’re fine! At least around me. Agent Golli Romero. It’s a pleasure.”

“Golli? That’s original.” Frannie closed the door and acknowledged.

“It’s Golanda! In the field I’m Golli.” Loud cries of passion from the basement made Golli crease her brow. “I understood there was a police officer in here to secure the house.”

“Oh, that was her.” Frannie grinned sheepishly. “Chyna couldn’t just watch any longer.”

“On duty and fraternizing?”

“You could join her.” Margo giggled! “Sex curtails stress. My sons are very good in bed. Anyways, I guess I should apologize for allowing things to proceed. I just didn’t want anyone else going out into harm’s way.”

“Overlooked!” Golli waved her knuckles. “I’m just in here to keep things under ... Christmas tree!” The howls of ecstasy forced her attention to waver. “This Chyna is quite loud.”

“Actually, I believe that was Olivia.” Frannie pointed out! “One of the Sanctuary girls. Brian seems fascinated by her. Maybe it’s because the girl seems feral.”

“Madre Dios! Perhaps I should see that everyone is safe. Please make the efforts to lock all doors and windows.”

“Already taken care of.” Margo smiled! “Follow me.” No problem there! Romero’s eyes never left Margo’s perfect ass. Led downstairs Golli became very in tune to the events. How only two big boys were handling three hot women was truly amazing. Brian Hancock had Officer Chyna Whitmore straddling his tongue with his hands crushing her chest. Switching off to Olivia Furman in the blink of an eye, she was clinging to Brian’s full-frontal stature in an upright 69. Olivia fed on his monster cock like a beast in heat. Back and forth! Back and forth! Tired of waiting on him Chyna went behind Brian to eat his ass.

To their left, his right was his brother Jeffrey in a 69 position of his own with Crista Pooshard the blond bombshell with a prowling panther tattoo on her left hip. Roaaar! Hiss, scratch, purr! Golli was salivating. Shaking off her hormones she had to head upstairs in order to remain focused. Margo grinning at Frannie over the agent’s panic attack followed her back up the staircase. The only women missing were Kimberly Lisa Hines and Anita Shepard. They were watching the backyard from Margo’s second story bedroom worried for Eric and Lily Crowe. Anita’s son Greg was also MIA. The darkness was an eerie reminder of what lie out there.

Even for Golli Romero now at the French doors peering out, guard duty never felt so ... arousing. “I really need to get a life outside the bureau.” No man, believe it or not!

Twenty-three minutes prior to the arrival of FBI forces!

“You better not be leading me into the woods just to disorient me kid.” Wayne Nichols growled! “I’m not afraid to snap your little blowjob queen’s neck.”

“HEY!” Ben turned blinding Wayne with his flashlight. “You do that, and I’ll kill you motherfucker.”

“Tough talk you scrawny piss ant. Blind me again I’ll just take you both off the table and go on my own with your flashlight. The path here has to meet up with this treehouse sooner or later.” He didn’t need witnesses anyway, bad enough he was one himself in a totally irrelevant case. Murder was nothing to Wayne, he had a few in his portfolio as it was.

Keeping his flashlight trained on the situation Ben Dunn noted something coming up the trail behind them at a rapid pace. Glowing eyes were spooky way out here, especially having heard the story of a mountain lion. If it were a big cat, it sure was hairy. Bigfoot on all fours? Cursing at the light in his eyes Wayne used both of his hands on Lily’s throat, a scream released just prior to being choked. The struggle was not good for anyone involved.

In a blur Wayne Nichols was attacked from behind. A huge weight jumping up on him made him lose his grip over Lily to enable him to fight back. “LILY, RUN!” Ben saw her fall and trip, then immediately roll to her feet and jet backwards down the path toward Margo’s house.

Wayne coping with a less than vicious sheepdog toppling him over as if playing, punched the poor dog in the head making him yelp. Ben began to run the other direction with his light out hoping Wayne couldn’t track him. All Wayne would have is Ben’s cellphone to go by using its light. Good thing the cell was on its final bars of power.

A pause in mid run he heard Studly yelp and Wayne cussing up a storm at being in the obsidian darkness. In the distance Lily yelled for Studly to come, the dog in a moment of confusion bolted after his owner. Well, played Studman! Well, played! With the dog giving chase at least Lily had a chance of finding her way out, having Studly to potentially keep her safe. Warning Greg and the Nichols was Ben’s best bet. Time to be the hero. It was also time to put his limp dick away, it was still dangling from Lily’s blowjob. Tough night!

Disgusted Wayne Nichols let the girl and her dog go and opted to follow Ben as best he could. With the cellphone in hand, he did turn on the light as a source and continued another tenth of a mile before lights out. “FUCKING BULLSHIT!”

On the way home and having enough distance to feel safe Lily Crowe saw lights coming her way. Heart pounding under the excitement she waved as the lights pelted her t-shirt. Arms waving to be noticed the sounds of male voices rang out. “Eric? It’s Lily.”

She knew it was Heath Talbot gunning his ATV until reaching her, Eric pulling up behind by himself and jumping off. Officer Bebe Service took charge in the moment as Lily relayed what info she could in telling her that Wayne wasn’t terribly far behind her with Ben.

“Does Wayne have a gun?” Bebe questioned her from her seat behind Heath.

“I didn’t see one. Please help the others.”

“Deputy Filmore is not far behind us.” Bebe took out her own cell and called Riley. An answer later she told him she was sending Eric back to take Lily to safety. Basically, a warning not to shoot them. Climbing on her brother’s back Eric turned his ATV then stopped to hand over his baseball bat to Heath. “All yours Batmobile.”

“I got this.” Heath claimed it then handed it to Bebe. “Get Lily to the house. Stay there with the others.”

“Got it! Be careful guys.” Full throttle, Eric sped away.

Heath making certain Bebe was holding on good found her hands about his waist as he moved on into the unknown. “Wrong bat, Bebe!” Her hand was on his cock. “Not complaining! It comes out swinging just like that Louisville.” No laughter on her part, just a firm, “Don’t wreck!” she smiled. Holding on tightly the excitement made Heath harder than hell. What timing!

Eric ran into Riley and Samuel N’Dolla in the dark, their shoulder lights glaring. He pulled up on them with Lily and waited on a go sign. “Hey, Riley!”

“Get off!”

“I did earlier.”