Episode 65: WAKE UP cALL

BEEP! EEP! EEP! EEP! EEP!

“Alright, already!” Cabot Ross found his cell on the living room floor, having fallen asleep on the sofa. His late-night talk with the pastor’s daughter Grace Goode the final straw in an eventful evening. Last call they say! No drink necessary.

Plucking up his cell he ceased the annoyance swiftly then sat up to stretch. Long night! Longer day! Was it sad not a single person called him to let him know what had gone down at Margo Needy’s concerning the FBI and a hitman? He would hear all about it by noon. Thing is, he had only tried to reach Heath Talbot about his interview later today. With no answer he really should have called his landlady Margo or one of his roommates, yet he too ignored them. Heath’s phone of course was no longer usable having been tossed into a swimming pool. This early he knew everyone would be asleep or getting ready for work, so again he let it go. Right this moment he needed a shower.

Heading upstairs he found the gorgeous Melanie Bush up and about before Roselyn’s alarm, shutting it off to let the homeowner sleep in.

Utilizing Rose’s shower Melanie was just ready to step in when Cabot slithered up behind her and kissed her shoulder. “Morning, Mister Master.” She smiled enjoying his nuzzling her neck. “Joining me?”

A nudge of certainty she and he stepped in under the steamy hot waterfall coming from two separate showerheads. Cabot loved being this in control over women. While he had already hooked and collared the extremely wealthy Cougar, Roselyn Albright, he was working diligently on doing the same over this tattooed goddess in his clutches. Agreeing to serve with restrictions was good enough, she was being paid well just to be the house masseuse, the sex was incredible so that was no issue either. If anything, it was her worry of being a prisoner, even though Cabot had informed Rose that she could come and go as she pleased. Worth the money to play the game she thought. Who knows, it might just be fun? Living in the lap of luxury in an eight million plus castle on a secluded mountain top had its perks. Until winter hit, then she imagined it to be a nightmare. Time would tell!

Expecting Cabot to fuck her from behind she braced herself. Instead, he soaped up a luffa and began washing her back, ass, between her thighs, legs, up under to taunt her pussy. “If this is part of my benefit package, I’m all in.”

“Don’t get used to it. I’m just happy you’re staying.” He stood up and turned her to scrub her front. She watched his hands, then his eyes as he tenderly treated her well.

“I’ve known you what? 35 hours maybe? You’ve already changed my life. Too bad you don’t want a relationship.” She winked at him, “Just kidding! I’m single forever.”

“Bullshit! You just haven’t found the right guy yet.”

“So, why don’t you want a steady girl?” He soaped the luffa again then passed it to her. In response she switched roles and began cleaning him, chest and neck first.

“Too young! Too into women, just one won’t suffice.”

“Not even Grace Goode, or Maria Salazar?”

“I might just keep them all.”

“Taking this Master thing pretty seriously, aren’t you?”

“A month ago, I’d have laughed about the lifestyle. Once I moved out to Margo Needy’s and we all collared her it was a game to me. Exposed to it further, then meeting Rose, I felt the urge to take it more serious.” Game! Although, it was rubbing off on him the more Rose obeyed his every command. Now he understood Heath Talbot’s ego boost. It was intoxicating when others were falling in line. Worth exploring further he thought.

A lot depended on Grace Goode and where she fell into the bigger picture. He really did like Grace, yet again, a relationship wasn’t him. He just wanted her. Maria, already on his leash and groomed to let him be with whomever he wanted, was a healthy start up the corporate ladder. Brags to riches!

“I wouldn’t mind meeting this, Margo.” Mel sighed then knelt down in front of him to wash his privates. His erection in her face inviting, yet not forced upon her she simply cleaned him with respect. Satisfied she winked up at him then opened her mouth wide. Consuming only two inches of his girth she simply used her tongue within to keep him happy. No true blowjob she retreated then kissed the crown and washed his legs.

“Nice! Maybe tomorrow after work? You can follow me out to Margo’s. Wait! I’ll need to take Rose running first. I get off at Hilltop around 3:30. You work until 5:00?”

“Yep!”

“Okay! Go home and change. I’ll meet you say 5:45 by the outskirts Welcome to Wildwood sign. West end! You can follow me out there and back into town when I head back up here.”

“I’ll stay at my mom’s tomorrow then start packing. I might need help moving my things. Got a truck?”

“My buddy Brian does. Just give me your mom’s address and we’ll get you moved on Friday. You can just bring what you can carry and stay on the mountain Thursday. I train with Rose on Thursday too, so I’ll be up here again.”

“Why don’t you just move up here too?”

“Naaa! I like it at Margo’s. At least with you and hopefully Grace up here to keep Rose company she won’t be alone anymore. I’ll come and go a lot.”

“You’re the boss.” She finished up on his backside once he turned and kissed his butt cheek before rising.

“So how much do you plan on moving? You won’t need any bed, furniture or a TV.”

“Just clothes, which I can’t wear in the house.” She laughed! “I like my pillows. Jewelry, fetish toys. Stuffed animals. Trophy’s!”

“Trophy’s? For what?”

“Promise not to laugh?”

“No! I won a few trophies running track in high school. You graduated in Wildwood, right?”

“Nope! Over in Haymaker, my dad lives there. I moved here three years ago after I graduated. Remember I’m older than you.”

“Right! So, trophies for what?”

“I was on the chess team.”

“No way! I love chess.”

“Really? You don’t strike me as a chess player.”

“Challenge accepted. I have a chess board stored at my dad’s. My old room.”

“I have a set my grandfather carved for me out of cherry wood. It was my graduation gift. I’ll definitely be bringing it here. You’re on, Black King! I always play white.”

“You two are so cute.” Rose entered her bathroom. “Sorry! I need to pee. Give me a moment I’ll dry you both off.”

“Morning, Roselyn. I tried not to wake you; I beat the alarm.”

“I’ll go back to bed until 9:15 once you two leave for work. I had a wonderful time last night, Baroque.”

“Yeah, Baroque, so did I.” She bit Cabot’s ass then scrubbed where her mouth was. “Hey Rose? Do you play chess?”

“It’s been years. Wardell played, I tried. He has an ivory set with gold trim on the third floor in our game room.”

“Fancy!” Melanie stood up and located shampoo. “Joint effort, Mister Master?” She poured some into his palm. Set aside they washed one another’s hair. Rose smiled at how well they got along. Strangely, there was no jealousy involved. A woman her age would normally feel insecure over a younger woman. Two younger women should Grace Goode also move in. Flushing the toilet after a nice bidet cleanse Rose washed her hands and found a pair of large towels.

“Baroque?”

“Yeah, Nouveau?”

“May I suggest something?”

“Go for it.”

“Since you like my Humble Home mat. Might I buy one for every room to place beneath my knees?”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Perhaps have them made to say Mumble Home?”

“Even better!” His hair shorter Melanie finished him off before he could hers. Facing Melanie, he told her to take over. He then gathered suds and applied them to her thick pubic bush. Mel was impressed with his detail. “I’m trimming some of these weeds. I can’t breathe when I eat you out.”

“You can thin them but I’m not going silky smooth.”

“Challenge! If I beat you at chess, I shave it all off.”

“Damn! Only on one condition ... if I win ... Rose shaves you slick as a whistle, and I get to make your hair two tone like mine.”

“Say what?” He laughed! “I do like the way your hair looks. Thing is, I’m a natural blond.”

“I’ll dye your tips black then.”

“We’ll look related.”

“Only if I tattoo roses all over you.” She rinsed her hair to satisfaction.

“I’ve thought about getting a tattoo. I just don’t know what of. Chess piece, maybe?”

“Baroque written from shoulder to shoulder in some interesting script style?” Rose suggested.

“Ooo! I like that.” Mel chuckled! “What do you want Rose? It has to be complimentary. Nothing silly that ruins your beauty.”

“Aw, thank you Melanie. I don’t always feel beautiful. Once Baroque gets me in shape, I might feel more willing. I do love your roses though. I just don’t want to copy you.”

“We all have plenty of time to figure it out.” Cabot shut the water off and clicked open the door. He found Roselyn on her knees holding the towel between both palms as if offering it to God. Nodding he stepped into her space and allowed her to dry him. “Kiss the tip.” Rose loved when he gave that special divinity to her as reward. Turning his back to her as she stood up, he found Melanie with her towel. She handed it to him and let him dry her back.

“Kiss the ass!” She laughed, Cabot crouching and biting her cheek just as she had done earlier. The three of them were having the time of their lives. Cabot stood back up and moved Melanie between he and Rose letting Rose dry Mel’s front. In kneeling before her Mel jokingly said, “Kiss the clit!” Rose smiled and did so. “Nice!” In response Cabot stuck his erection between Melanie’s thigh gap so that his lengthy erection popped out in front of Rose while down there. “Suck it, Nouveau.”

Rose and Cabot pinned Melanie between them. Devouring Cabot’s dick, Roselyn’s nose taunted Mel’s clitoris. Up above, Cabot kissed Melanie’s neck and suckled her earlobe. “GOD, I LOVE IT HERE!” Melanie was hooked. Joining their efforts Mel rolled her labia along his girth moving in unison with Rose’s withdrawal each time her lips retraced their back-and-forth momentum. They all made a good team.

Cabot reaching around Mel squeezed her breasts, her left-hand petting Rose’s hair, her right-hand palming Cabot’s cheek. As if some strange ballet move Melanie slipped her foot up between Rose’s legs and delicately placed her big toe up into the woman’s vulva, curling her remaining toes down to avoid scratching her. It was on to see who came first. Oddly enough Rose did, a warm flow spreading over Mel’s toe. The sensation made Mel tremble and in reaction bathe Cabot’s cock, Rose in turn enjoying her left behind taste. A minute later Cabot detonated into Rose’s throat. So very amazing! All without intercourse.

“Shall I make a pot of coffee while you get dressed?” Rose started to stand when Melanie lifted her toe up to Roselyn’s face. “Of course!” Sucking her toe of her own juices Melanie withdrew her foot and playfully teased Rose’s arm. Up she went! Now Cabot was impressed with Mel almost taking charge. Interesting!

“Coffee sounds great Rose. We’ll be down in five.”

“Borrowing a blow dryer.” Mel escaped Cabot’s cock and went to the sink where Rose had an assortment of hair detailers. It took those five minutes just to deal with her long flowing hair. Rose downstairs, Cabot changed clothes from a bag he brought containing his waiter’s uniform in black. Stepping from the bathroom Melanie pointed at him, “You look spiffy. My clothes better still be on the porch Buddy.”

“I told you if they weren’t you could wear my shirt home.” She smirked then headed downstair while he brushed his teeth and sprayed on cologne. Shuffling into the kitchen with Rose, the homeowner had a cup ready. Inhaling it Mel sipped what she could it being so hot.

“May I say something, Melanie?”

“Shoot!”

“I find you incredible. I’m glad you’re coming to work for me.” She then produced a check written while waiting on the coffeepot. Accepting it Melanie bulged her eyes.

“Rose! Five thousand dollars? So soon?”

“Yes! I’m very fond of you and I know you will be a great friend. You will get another thousand each Sunday. Deal?”

“Deal!” Mel chose to give her employer a hug. “Wow! So cool! You’re making my two weeks’ notice to the nursing home less appealing.”

“Well, I could always give you a glowing recommendation without them. Should you leave me.”

“I’ll guarantee you a year. We can decide if I stay on longer after that.”

“Agreed!”

Cabot joining them claimed his own coffee. “Go get dressed on the front porch.” He directed Melanie to give him a moment with Rose. “I’ll come out the back entrance to get into my car.” The goth girl waved her check and took her leave.

“Don’t forget the dog leash.” Rose recalled it.

“Right! Naked for Bryce. If he leaves because of it, so be it.”

“Yes, Baroque. I will try my best to keep him here.”

“I’ll be looking at your camera footage to see his reaction.” He shook his cell in front of her. She had given him the application code to tap into her cameras at all times. “You’re welcome to make a porn.”

“I will touch myself in front of him. If nothing else, he might watch me masturbate.”

“Sounds like a plan of attract.” He winked then kissed passionately her on the lips. “I need to go. I’ll be here later in the day with Grace. Hopefully I can get a hold of Heath, he’s still not answering.”

“He can drop by even tomorrow if necessary.”

“True! I will need to stay at Margo’s a few days. Hang with my buddies.”

“I might go into town tomorrow for a few things. I could arrange a U-Haul to come get Wardell’s clothing.”

“No need! My buddy Brian has a truck. We’ll be moving Melanie’s stuff Friday evening. We can sort through your stuff; I told my grandma Edie I’d see if anything fits her.”

“That’s sweet of you, Baroque. Go before you’re late for work.” They heard a motorcycle revving up in the distance. Walking through the living room with him they noticed Mel fully dressed and looking tomboy gorgeous. At the back door he kissed Rose one last time then hurried down the steps headed to his car. Studly’s collar was in his hand to be returned. With an echoing toot of his horn Cabot Ross turned his car around and headed for the gate. Gate code related to Melanie they headed down the asphalt road. The scenic vista was extraordinary.

Their workday was just beginning.

The unfortunate side of sleeping in after a night from hell, was calling in to prevent a day from hell. Everyone at Margo Needy’s mansion had no choice but to wake up after a catnap to make phone calls to skip out on work. Brian and Jeffrey Hancock top priority woke up just in time to cover their escape plans. Jeffrey was in worse shape than anybody, he had called off way too often in the past so this time could very well be his undoing. The only thing he had going in his favor was Deputy Riley Filmore to back up his claim. Of course, the Sanitary District automatically thought he was in jail even though he wasn’t. Just held at gunpoint by rogue FBI Agent’s all through the night. Close enough!

Brian on the other hand had to deal with his dad Bruno. He wanted to tell him the truth, but he knew his dad would drive right out here and see the damage. Bullet holes not only in the left behind police cars out front, but chipped wood siding outside of Margo’s home, not to mention gunshots through the ceiling into the attic.

There was a mess to clean up for Margo brought on by Heath Talbot in bringing the Nichols family to her doorstep. The Nichols being in Witness Protection and the enemy hot on their tails, it seemed like a worthy hiding place. Things escalated quickly. Rogue FBI Agents out to assist the enemy of Wayne Nichols, a hitman called Raoul the Puma killing over a dozen agents there to take Wayne and his family to safety it was quite the night. The ultimate crossfire trapping everyone in Margo’s home was only saved by Wayne Nichols himself. With a little assist from Kid Hancock aka Brian Hancock wielding tranquilizer pistols, and a very large mountain lion with a soul of gold. It was better than any episode of Rescue 911!

Ordered to remain indoors while body bags were filled in the wee hours of the morning by even more FBI cleaners, Wayne and Erica Nichols were flown to safety. Calm had finally come. Sleeping in for some was easy enough, others not so much. One such was Anita Shepard, mother to the slingshot marksman Greg. She had to go to work no matter what. She had spent the last two hours in Eric Crowe’s bed, with her son and Eric’s would be girlfriend Kimberly Lisa Hines right beside them. Kim, although in love with Eric had come to the conclusion, she would have to share him with Anita, or maybe even others, chose to reward Greg by fucking him. It was so uncomfortable knowing his mother was lying elbow to elbow with him. Anita in no shape to argue let him have his fun, she simply cuddled with Eric. No way was she going to get naked in the same bed as her son. Awkward though it was, she needed the comfort after facing an unpredictable morning.

“I need to go.” Anita whispered to Eric, half asleep as he lifted enough for her to crawl out of bed. Dressed save for her shoes she looked over Eric to see Kim cuddled to his back, and Greg snuggling behind her, both naked. Eric forcing himself up peeled Kimberly from his backside and sat up.

“Want me to follow you home? Just in case? We haven’t looked at our vehicles yet. There may be shot out tires on your van, my car, or Margo’s SUV.”

“Just walk me out and let’s see the damage. I’m making Greg go home with me. It may not be safe out here still.”

“I have to admit, your son is pretty brave. That slingshot stunt with the FBI Leader was dead on. He might have saved us all. It did give that Nichols guy a chance to coldcock the guy.”

“Having a pet mountain lion show up sealed the deal. Where did he come from anyway? Is he really safe to be around?”

“I guess we’ll find out if we find Margo’s leg gnawed off. She slept with the cat in her bed.”

“That’s just crazy.”

“That it is! Even more, the cat’s owners, caretakers are still here with Brian and Jeff.” They heard mumbling in the hall, Eric standing up opened his door to see Brian making out with the cat lady Olivia Furman. Further down in Elliot Needy’s bedroom doorway stood Jeff also kissing cat boss Crista Pooshard goodbye. They needed to get Regis back to his kennel. This time triple locks would be keeping him at home. So, they hoped! In walking to Margo’s bedroom and peering in they found Margo laying on her belly sprawled out naked. Regis the 200-pound Mountain Lion was asleep right beside her as if husband and wife.

“She really thinks Regis is Darryl Needy reincarnated?” Crista asked Jeff and Brian.

“Not really!” Jeff spoke up! “If anything, she just feels Darryl’s presence guiding Regis to watch her back.”

“He seems right at home here, doesn’t he?” Olivia sighed! “Regis is a big baby. That’s what bothered us about releasing him back into the wild.”

“Did you hear Margo last night defending Regis? MY PUSSY!” Brian chuckled! “Too funny!”

“I wish I could allow Regis to stay here.” Crista frowned! “I mean I don’t think he’s any harm to you guys as long as you don’t do anything rash?”

“Better tell Heath that. He likes to fuck Margo pretty hard. If Regis thinks he’s hurting her we might lose a roommate.”

“It was a good thing we got Regis upstairs when the FBI was in here taking that Tanner guy and Nichols away. They might have shot him.”