Episode 191: GREENBACK

1:00 PM on Tuesday! Buck View Wilds on the outskirts of Nashville.

“Is it sad that I almost wish Randy would stay gone until next week?” Darcy Beckett lay out sunbathing, as if her deep tan needed to get much darker. Her backyard had no fence, but it didn’t matter there was enough distance to feel safe that her neighbors wouldn’t complain. Buck View Wilds where they called home had thick timber to the back, with trails that technically could allow hikers to see her, but again, it was private land. To the left of their property lived single truck driver Kerry Gamble, a 40-something man who had a bushy beard and looked more like a lumberjack than any trucker. Kerry was on the road much of his week, so he was rarely an issue. Nice guy, just generally staying to himself rather than put up with the bullshit the world had to offer. That, or hiding from himself. Only he knew for certain what his reasoning was.

To their right, was retired corporate attorney Parker Rockhurst whom Darcy got to know far better as of yesterday. She and Randy had known him for years but never got close. Parker was somewhat of a recluse hermit like Kerry, just he and his gigantic dog Malice. Filthy rich, far deeper pockets than even her husband Randy and he was doing mighty good in the lengthy extra 000’s. Low flying millions but comfy. A housewife her entire marriage Darcy had never once had a job other than raising their daughter and keeping Randy happy. Knowing what she did about her husband now, even that job was finding a rut. As gorgeous as Darcy was, Randy was cheating every chance he could. Still, Randy did take great care of his family. Darcy saw no reason to disrupt her happy home by confronting him.

Darcy was slippery on occasion herself but always loyal to Randy in the end. No better than he when it came to affairs. Her cheating however, had been few and far between. Randy was nearly every weekend these days, but she wasn’t aware of just how often as of yet. Truthfully, she didn’t want to know. Jealousy was not her thing but knowing too much made her feel lousy. Randy hiding it was shitty but again she had no intentions of sharing her experiences either, fearing he might divorce her. Parker next door offered legal defense should Randy ever try divorcing her, guaranteeing her a healthy over the top pay out. She certainly did not want it to come to that. The bored housewife syndrome had struck, and Darcy decided that enough was enough, she was not getting any younger. Her looks were hardly fading away, but she felt that creeping dread. That insane rendezvous in the men’s room of McRonald’s with young Officer Ross Green was a turning point. Younger men made her feel sexy. She was sexy. DAMN SEXY!

A second helping of that young stud yesterday with his elder partner watching, the Rookie taking her right here on her blanket in the yard was thrilling. Add in the lawnmower man Harlan Booker and their elder statesman neighbor Parker she discovered her lust to put on a show. There had always been that need to be checked out by men, even Randy noticed that about her wherever they went. He liked showing her off when they did go out but in the last year those adventures slipped away.

Flirting when she did go out shopping was fun but never as eventful as they could have been. Now that Parker and Officer Chandler had promised her security in stepping up her desires it was literally all she could think about. Whether she could go as far as they suggested was unclear at the moment. Public display was certainly appealing but until she knew for certain their protection was ironclad that would intimidate her. “God, I want to believe in them. I want men to go crazy wanting me. Becoming a high paid escort sounds deliciously fun. I just hope my dates are handsome. What would I do if they were fat and ugly?” She pouted knowing exactly what she would have to do. Whatever they told her to if she wanted big money.

“I did shock myself yesterday. Parker is 80 years old, and I still sucked his dick. Strangely, it didn’t bother me as bad as it could have. Now his dog licking me, that was a bit out there. Parker did give me ten grand so I can certainly overlook his pooch as long as it doesn’t go any further than its tongue.” She got chills thinking about watching that monster Newfoundland licking up inside her cunt. As wrong as it was even, she had to admit it was not so bad!

“Stop thinking about that. Where are you, Ross? Mommy needs her bad boy.” She lay on her tummy kicking her legs with a tantrum, her patience was running out. “With Andrea going shopping that should give me extra time to play with Ross if he ever shows up. Hurry sexy man I need sunscreen.” Resorting to skipping through songs on her cell to kill the time she discovered a new tune by Halestorm called Alien. Not the rockstars best but not horrible either. By the end of the song, she looked up and spotted a convertible Camaro out on the country road running in front of her home. A honk to capture her attention and a wave she perked up.

“No patrol car, that must be Green’s personal ride. Nice! Momma loves convertibles.” At least she hoped it was Ross. It was too far to know for certain and there was sun reflecting off of his windshield. A few minutes later Officer Ross Green walked around the side of the house butt ass naked, dick swinging. All he had on was his sunglasses atop his head and tennis shoes on his feet, no socks. “Oh, my God! How brazen you are Mister Green.”

“Hey Beautiful! Ready to have another ten orgasms?” He smiled brightly. In response she rolled over and turned, lifting her legs up in an invitation pose. She even went so far as to pry her vulva wide. “That would be a yes.”

“Get over here Rookie!” She laughed. “Where are your clothes?”

“At home.”

“What?” Her legs lowered and she sat up. “Seriously? You left them in your car, right?”

“Nope! I drove out just like this. You can go search for my duds if you want but you won’t find any.”

“Noooo!” She dropped her jaw. “Did anyone see you?”

“Well, I did have to stop and get gas. Yeah, quite a few folks saw me at the pump.”

“Oh, my God, Ross! I don’t believe that one bit.”

Closing in, he sat down on the blanket beside her and made a call. He made certain she did not make a sound as he spoke. A firm point of hush she nodded acceptance. “EYEMAX? This is Greenback! Do me a favor and send me a surveillance camera video of my pumping gas at the Marathon station on Armani Road. I was there at 12:40 to pinpoint my time. Thanks!” Hanging up he sat his cell on the blanket then drew Darcy in for a kiss. Steamy it was! That passionate lip lock survived for five minutes before his cell made a siren sound as a ringtone, a voice saying, “PULL OVER.” It made her giggle as their lips parted.

“Love the ringtone.”

“Creative!” He winked then pulled up that video to show her. “There’s your proof, Doubting Darcy.” Claiming his cell in a battle of reflection she observed Ross pulling up to a gas pump and getting out of his car. As naked then as he sat here now, she dropped her jaw. He literally used a card at the pump and removed the nozzle to fuel his Camaro. Leaning next to it as it filled the tank, he stroked his cock without a care in the world. The overhead visual showed multiple other cars in the eight-pump station. All but one pump had a customer. Three men, three women, all solo. The woman on the flipside of Green’s pump saw him naked and was fanning her features. She was a plump woman but not unattractive and all smiles. Ross looked up at her and spoke.

“What did she say to you?”

“Nice day!” He laughed. “She was flustered.”

“I can see that. Others are looking too. I ... oh, boy! Another woman is walking your way. Is she going to yell at you?” He didn’t answer, letting Darcy learn on her own. “Are you kidding me? She is laughing over it.”

“Keep watching.” A second later the woman stepped closer and dared to palm his erection and stroke it a few times. Blushing heavily until his nozzle clicked making her jump the woman retreated back to her car. “No clue what her name was. Random, wasn’t it?”

“How do you get away with that? Good Lord, Ross! I’d be arrested.”

“Like hell you would. I am the law lest you forget.”

“How do you have this much persuasion? I love it but at the same time it’s terrifying. Who is EYEMAX?”

“It’s best you don’t ask too many questions Darcy. The precincts have access to cameras everywhere in Nashville. EYEMAX is our online lookout. I need you to promise me that you will never mention that name to anyone. I could get into a lot of trouble.” EYEMAX was one of a series of hackers in the employ of Watchtower. Ross would be scolded later for telling Darcy. As a Rookie he wasn’t perfect even though he was loyal to Watchtower in the long run. His cell although inactive had the ability to overhear his conversations so here and now he and Darcy were being vocally recorded for future punishment. Innocent enough Darcy promised not to utter the term EYEMAX. For now, he was fine! “Let’s make love real fast then go for a drive. The day is too nice to just lay out here. I want you to understand just what you can get away with.”

“A drive? I ... that sounds thrilling. Get over here and put that big boy in me.” Giddy, she lured him into a missionary position and for the next thirty minutes enjoyed one another’s company. His vigor accomplished some of the best orgasms Darcy Beckett had ever endured. The look in her eyes was unmistakably one of a woman who wanted more and more. “Ross? Please do not stop being my lover. You make me feel so wanted.”

“You are wanted Darcy. I like our hook ups. Just keep in mind this is no relationship. We have our fun with respect to one another’s lives. I will fuck other women; you will fuck other guys. Let’s just commit to keeping this passion going without falling in love.”

“I wasn’t expecting love Ross. I am married and I do love Randy. This passion and great sex are all I can offer. Do you really think I would make a good escort?”

“You would make a killing Darcy. With goddess level looks like yours you could easily break bank.”

“Parker paid me ten grand last night.”

“No shit? That old guy fucked you?”

“Blowjob again, but I have to give him one every night from here on out if I want more money later on. I wouldn’t even need to be an escort making ten grand a month.” She chuckled.

“Ten grand is chump change. To the right client you can double that for one night.”

“Really? See, there might be a problem. Married life makes all-nighters impossible. I have a seventeen-year-old daughter. She will wonder why I’m gone every night. When Randy is home stops my options too. I mean when he’s on his fishing trips then yes I can get away a few hours at a time, but I don’t know about all night.”

“You can figure it out. I’m sure we can find valid excuses to get you out of the house. You just have to trust us, Darcy. There will always be a full proof solution to hide your activities. Come on! Let’s go for that drive before we run out of time. Your kid gets out of school at what 3:30?”

“Yes! She drove my car today and I gave her money to go shopping for birthday gifts so she might not get home until like 7:00. I’ll keep tabs on her by phone.”

“Then let’s jet! Time to prove yourself Darcy Beckett. Let me show you what you can get away with.”

“I’m going to regret this.” She giggled and let him drag her to her feet. Putting on her sandals she followed him hand in hand around the side of her house and down her driveway. Cars driving by just waved and kept on going even as she covered up until inside his car. He gallantly opened his passenger door for her and closed it upon entry. “I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this.”

Behind the driver’s side steering column, he lowered his shades and shot a grin her way. Starting his car, he backed out onto the country road and put it in drive. Spotting old man Rockhurst at his mailbox, his dog roaming in the front yard, Ross stopped next to him. “Hey Parker! How’s it going?” Turning to face them Parker smirked at their nudity.

“Going well! Where are you two kids off to?”

“Out to prove to Darcy that skin is not the enemy.”

“Am I crazy Parker?” Darcy blushed. “I won’t be late tonight so don’t panic.”

“I’ll be waiting my Dear. Chablis tonight?”

“That sounds wonderful. Scratch Malice’s belly for me.”

“I’ll let you do that when you drop by.” She walked right into that. “Going anywhere in particular, Mister Green?”

“I’m thinking I need munchies so might drop by the gas station again. Need anything Old Man?”

“Respect! But yes!” He pulled his wallet out of his pants pocket and withdrew a hundred-dollar bill. “Bring me a big bag of Cheesy Puffs. Keep the change Mrs. Beckett.” He held it over Ross and made Darcy unfasten her seat belt to stretch over Ross to retrieve the money. Ross snapped his teeth at her breast hovering right over his face. Giggling she lowered her chest into him, and he devoured her areola. Looking up at Parker she smiled.

“Thank you, Parker. I’m having the time of my life.”

“Only the beginning my Pet. Only the beginning. Green? Make certain it is Darcy here who does my Cheeto shopping.”

“Will do Boss. Sit your sexy ass down and buckle up Whore.” Ross bit her nipple and sent her squealing. Buckled up, Green saluted Parker and drove onward. The second Ross turned at a stop sign Parker shot a glance at the Beckett home. A grin revealed he lured his dog Malice indoors and collected something from a shelving unit in his study. Pocketing six tiny cameras he stepped out of his back door and limped with cane in hand toward the back entrance to Darcy’s house. Obviously left unlocked the old fart walked right on in as if it were his own. With no one home to stop him Parker snooped around. Admiring Randy Beckett’s gun collection and taxidermized kills of Deer head mounts over a fireplace he moved on.

Climbing the staircase Parker concluded whose bedroom belonged to whom. Entering Andrea’s overly pink decor he moved to her Queen size bed and sat down on the mattress to look around her room. “Teddy bear collection. Makes me hard.” He laughed at himself. Leaning over he inhaled her bedding and pillow. “Mmm! The scent of youth. Delightful! This reminds me of Baby Girl.” Josie Tucker, now McKellen when she was 15 years old. A moment of insanity Parker lay back and unzipped his pants. Rolling over where he predicted Andrea normally lay, he humped her mattress. “Oh, how I love your sweet young cunt, Miss Andrea. I will indeed have you someday. On his side he beat off until shooting a thick milky load on her sheets. The girl never ever made her bed. “There! Lay in my leftover’s young lady. Soon you will wear my warm milk, drink it down. Oh, yes!” Zipping up he stood and looked about for perfect hiding places for his high-tech mini cameras. So tiny that if well-placed they would never be spotted. One pointing directly at her bed from one angle, another for a side view.

From there he went to her ensuite and primed a third camera where he could watch her bathe in a big tub or shower. “Spy well you expensive flies on the wall. Send me juicy video to my TV set.” Limping back into her room he snooped a bit further. “Oh, my! A diary keeper. How intriguing!” Andrea was not the smartest girl ever; she did not lock her diary. Opening it he browsed a number of entries. The most recent ones involving her adventures at McRonald’s and the hope of finding a boyfriend to take to the McKellen birthday party on Saturday. Another page spoke of her virginity and wanting to lose it. That one spoke volume. “Yes! Yes! I will take that virginity my sweet young slut.” Learning more about Andi’s ambitions he realized she wanted a man big and strong like her father Randy. One that her parents approved of. Mention of a crush on a boy at school by the name of Nathan Lowe, Parker copied the name into his phone to investigate the boy. Having absorbed enough he left her room with a blown kiss and a pair of her recent panties from the floor. Bitch was a slob!

Setting his fourth camera up in the Master bedroom he could now snoop in on Darcy and her husband. Uncaring of Darcy’s attire Parker left the upstairs. Exploring every room in the house including the basement fitness area he decided enough was enough. Heading home he was greeted by his dog, and they settled in the living room. Doing a search on his cellphone he found a yearbook photo of Nathan Lowe and shook his head. “The boy is nothing like she described of her dreamboat stud. I need to find her a worthy suiter, one on retainer until I can get her in bed for myself. Hmm?”

Making a call to Watchtower, a card-carrying member himself he spoke to the person on the other line. “CLIMAX? This is PROPRIETOR. I need you to locate me an out-of-town young man who can act as a nephew. One that likes hunting and fishing, and is very, very, healthy in keeping fit. He must be dashing, around 20 or 21 years old but could pass for 18. Once you have someone send me a picture. If I approve of him then make him a fake ID and background. I’ll need him for at least one month and he will need to be trustworthy and capable of following orders. I’ll let him live under my roof with the intent to go to college here in Nashville. Very good! Contact me post haste!” Hanging up, Parker sighed and turned his 80’ TV on and played the recorded footage of Andrea Beckett naked and giving hand jobs at McRonald’s. Zipping backwards to her first time there, Parker observed not only Andi, but Dakota and Sable McKellen having just as much fun.