Episode 253: illegALLY BLONDE

Knox Hardecker was jamming out in his bedroom and didn’t immediately hear his cellphone ringing. Online all-day sorting through pictures and video of a wide assortment of hot bitches he lost track of time. The song on his stereo was meant for his ego, a tune called Unstoppable by the metal band Skindred. A Jamaican feel to it had him shifting his shoulders in a playful dance, letting the words all sink in. He was unstoppable! Yeah, faced with challenges ahead that could very well be. The next few hours might show him defeat but he would definitely make a comeback. Come on, this was Fort Knox Hardecker. He was a male gold digger with an evil plan at every turn. Song ending, he finally heard a pebble thrown against his balcony door. So much for trying to reach him by cell. If he was going to rock on, it made perfect sense to the thrower.

Pausing his stereos next track, he hopped up from his desk chair and went to the door opening it and stepped out. Looking over the rail he found his boy Dudley “Dip” Poole looking up at him with his arms wide in a Jesus pose. “Dude! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I’ve been blowing it up.”

“Music! Front doors unlocked why didn’t you just come up?”

“I checked it. Back door too.”

“Dad must have locked them when he left to pick up his fucking stripper. Meet me at the front door. Bring me my cigs like I asked you to this morning?”

“Yeah, after I cashed my check. You better have moolah I’m not rich.”

“I got you. Dad gave me money last night.”

“You really need a car Bro. I’m sick of mass transit.” Moving around the yard toward the front of the house the weaselly young man waited on Knox to let him in. Before Knox turned to head inside, he plucked up a pair of binoculars which he kept in a metal box on his deck. Something catching his eye made him curious.

“Looks like Belmont is decorating the blonde bimbos house. Must be for the McKellen twin’s birthday party.” Mace Belmont had a small step ladder in front of the French doors hanging up something. “Are those balloon condoms?” He zoomed in, sure enough! “Hilarious if it was my idea. That dumbass... “ Doorbell! RING! RING! RING! RING! “Dammit, Dip!” Binoculars set aside he raced through his room and down the staircase to unlock the door. “Not sorry! Belmont had me curious.”

“Dude! I have something you need to hear and see. Shit!” Quick switch in demeanor from eager to regret. “I had pictures but somehow they got scrubbed from my cell before I could send them to you. You’re not going to believe what I just saw when I picked up my check.”

“First Federal Bank? I hear they have naked bank tellers now. How is that legal?”

“Is anything in this city illegal?” Dip handed Knox a carton of cheap generic cigarettes and waited on money.

“Wallet is upstairs. Come on!” Leading his lanky amigo upstairs they returned to home base, namely Hardecker’s bedroom. Sitting his cigarettes on his dresser he grabbed his wallet and paid the man. Money stashed in his pocket Dip felt relieved. Knox was hit and miss on being trustworthy when it came to cash. “Finish your story. I have music to rattle my eardrums with.”

“This was before the bank. Even before my bus. I missed my first one and walked to Fist Fed!” Said as such on purpose. Likely the tellers there were often fisted on camera for customers to view in small favors. Service fee, of course! “Okay!” Dip went dramatic, palms out in front of him as if a movie director. “Picture the McKellen twins, only with blonde hair.”

“You get a joint from somebody and forget to share with me? What are you talking about?”

“Dead serious, Bro!” Drama King! “I ran into a pair of girls that I swear to God looked just like Dakota and Sable. Same bodies as the McKellen’s even. I thought it was them wearing blonde wigs to mess with me. I took a picture, kind of weirded the girls out, but somehow when I looked at it a second time after they drove off the pics were MIA. No idea how that happened, but I know I didn’t delete them.” Watchtower hackers did! Pindrop to be precise, on duty after Piggyback went to visit the receptionist at Stacy Rayne’s hi-rise apartments. Her gift to him for a job well-done!

Knox just stared at him and tossed his wallet back on his dresser. “Whatever, Dude! There can’t be another set of twins as hot as Sable and Dakota.”

“I’m not making this up Knox. I know at least what their ride looks like. They drove a big white Lexus and I memorized the plates. I at least have that much as proof. I had a pic of that, but it disappeared too. I swear I’m not pulling your leg.” He did find a pen on the computer desk and jotted the make and plate down before he forgot it.

“Which does us zilch! I don’t have any way of running plates. Dad might call in a favor with POPO if I asked but unless I give him a valid reason for it, he won’t. If I even believed you. I... “ Narrowing his eyes Knox stepped closer to Dip and found something interesting. “I might believe you 1% more.” He pinched a very fine blonde hair from his shirt. No breeze out, it had obviously hung on for dear life in transit. “You get that close to them?” Shown the strand Dip smiled.

“I had my arms around both of them for a hot minute. Yes, that proves it.”

“Not convinced!” He used his stereo remote to fire up another song. This tune by a gruff singer of a band called Sylosis, song called A Sign of Things to Come. Prophetic in nature and timing. Dip rolled his eyes at Knox choosing to blow it off. Dropping the hair to his rug Knox popped a cigarette from his last opened pack and put it between his lips. Dip saw the hair follicle land and snatched it up. Oddly, while Knox turned toward his balcony to go outside to smoke Dip knelt down and picked the hair up from the carpet and smelled it. A faint scent of strawberry made him sigh.

“Man, I hope we meet again, my angels!”

Lovesick! Knox was about to realize that for himself.

Where angels steer to tread!

The Banfield Estate! On the outskirts not far from Randy and Darcy Beckett. Even closer to the estate belonging to the parents of schoolteacher Chandra Mahkarti. Filthy rich by the sheer scope of it with lesser homes around it. The residents liked to show off. Mainly the wife!

Watchtower wealth! Five acres of prime real estate, lush, green, and well maintained. Turning into an automated front gate Brooke Banfield drove her mother’s Lexus, one of three cars mommy owned, four more belonging to daddy but those were moot. Winding around toward a garage built for many she pressed a button inside the vehicle that opened the garage door. Entering slowly, not used to driving regularly she managed to park unscathed. Door closing behind them the twin sisters of Brooke and Paisley Banfield sat numb in the dim lighting.

“Did we just do that?” Paisley looked across the car at her physical reflection. Looking back Brooke removed the keys from the ignition and couldn’t even blink. A twenty second mind read both girls squealed and danced in their seats.

“OH, MY GOSH! Paisley, we got felt up.”

“I know! Those boys at Burger Kink were so cute. I wonder why they suddenly stopped touching us. I mean it’s not like we told them to quit.”

“Probably afraid of the manager kicking them out. That was so hot letting them all look up our skirts when we sat in our booth. We even rubbed our clits for them. How bold is that? I think I’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“For all the good that did. With whom? We barely get to leave the house without mom or dad with us.”

“I was thinking about that. This nanny job mom offered to let us share could be an escape.”

“How? We would be stuck babysitting young kids. And mom suggested we switch weeks.”

“One of us would.” Brooke promoted her thoughts, “The other could roam free. Daddy won’t want to drive us there and pick us up every day, so, he will let us drive. I bet we could trade each day and the kids’ parents wouldn’t even know the other exists unless mom or dad warn them. I could be you or you could be me. Ooo! Maybe the dad is cute. I’ve... “ Brooke clammed up. Madison thought so.

“Stop it, Brooke! I know what you’re thinking. I see how you look and tease daddy. He just laughs it off, but I know it’s on his mind.”

“So, do I. I’ve seen his Mister Winky get hard looking at us by the swimming pool.”

“Wait! Isn’t today when the pool cleaner is here? Did you see Dolph’s bike on the way in?”

“Dolph?” Brooke bulged her eyes. “It is Wednesday! He should be out back now. He probably parked out of the way of the garage. Let’s hurry in and change into our bikinis and tease him.”

“I’ll go change. You drop our burgers off for daddy and keep him occupied. You know as well as I, he’ll be in his office looking at the stock market.” Now that he was done trimming hedges, dissatisfied by his landscapers of late.

“You want me to tease daddy and keep him occupied? I will!”

“I’ll return the favor next week. Dolph is here on time, every time. You can tease him then, and he’ll think you are me.”

“Which means you have to be me around daddy.”

“I like daddy as much as you do, I just like bodybuilders like Dolph more. Tattoos really turn me on.”

“Dolph is a biker. I don’t even know why mom insists he be our pool guy he looks mean, but so hot. I wonder if we could ever get Dolph to give us a ride on his motorcycle.”

“Daddy would never allow that. We’re his little angels.” Paisley rolled her eyes.

“We have all the time in the world. Once we get our diploma, we can both go off to college somewhere and be ourselves without supervision.”

“That’s when we’ll have to lose our virginities.”

“Oh, I plan on losing mine long before that. We just need to figure out ways to get out more. Like the nanny job.”

“That keeps us confined though.”

“Like I said one of us can sit the kids the other can go play. Like I said, dad won’t want to drop us off every day so mom and he will let us drive Betsy here.” Brooke patted the steering wheel. “Let’s talk more about this before bed. We don’t have Dolph for more than an hour more. Go change!”

“Keep daddy busy. I might leave my top loose and dive off the high board and lose it in the water then play dumb and embarrassed. I want to see what Dolph does.”

“Probably just use his long net to pluck your top out of the water and hand it to you.”

“Biker! You just know he’s got a dirty little mind.”

“But he also knows mom and dad would lock him up if he did too much. He’s really afraid of mom for some reason. Dad is too afraid of Dolph to cross him.”

“Maybe! Let’s go.”

Leaving the Lexus, the twins raced from the garage with burger bag in Brooke’s possession. Side door entry into their massive home the twins parted ways. Paisley ran up to her room in a blur and put on a white bikini. Hardly any micro, it covered quite a bit more than she truly wanted. No choice when her parents monitored their every move when it came to shopping. Still, she felt sexy in it and hurried back downstairs while she had time to instigate her sneaky flirtations.

A backyard Olympic size pool meant a good three-hour job in maintaining it. Dolph Richter loved his job, his life for that matter. He was his own boss unless his mistress Harness aka Madison Banfield put her stilettos on his scrotum like spear fishing. At 6’5, 320 pounds of pure muscle and tattoos he was intimidating as hell. Handlebar moustache and piercing blue eyes set him apart from many his type. At age 35 he was part of a certain biker affiliation led by a familiar name in Horace “Horse” Tart. Piper Cherry was quite knowledgeable of Horace but had met none of his charter. Yet!

Scurrying out a set of French doors sweet, young seventeen-year-old Paisley Banfield carried her towel and prowled about. Dolph knew he had a visitor but ignored her. With the girl’s mommy being one of the High Council at Watchtower he knew better than to partake too much. While the bike charter protected him, Watchtower could still ruin his life financially. He rather liked his money. Three vintage Harley’s in his garage, a Trike three-wheeler and two big trucks he did not care to lose his accrued environment. Paid Hella good money to be at Madison’s beckon call and to keep his pool business as a front there could be no mistakes. Still, a roving eye was always in his nature. That kid was dynamite! Both of the girls were.

Wearing only cut off denim shorts, a red bandana over his hair, dark shades, and sandals, he strutted about with an extra-long pole net. Muscles rippling and sweaty he turned himself on as much as a tiny little blonde did.

“HI, DOLPH!” Paisley tossed her towel on a chaise and waved her right hand in a happy to see him move. Looking her way Dolph grinned and waved back. “CAN I STILL SWIM WHILE YOU CLEAN?”

“Yeah! I won’t reset the chemical jets until just before I head out.” He informed her. “If she had tits like her mom, I’d be all up on her.” Thoughts only! 34B’s were hardly as attractive as Madison Banfield’s fake porn star monsters. Still, the twins were cute as fuck. “Where’s the other rugrat?”

“She took daddy food. We just got back from McRonald’s. We forgot you would be here, or we would have gotten you a burger.”

“Thought that counts whichever one of you rugrats you are.”

“Paisley!” She giggled. “The shy one. I’m getting over it or I would never wear my bikini in front of you. It’s new! Like it?” He cast a thumbs up rather than say, “Fuck yeah!” Better safe than sorry. “I hope it doesn’t go transparent when wet. Close your eyes until I know for sure.” She laughed. “I’m teasing you.”

“Figured that out long ago.” He chuckled and turned away. With cameras around, he worried what Watchtower hackers might see and report to Madison. Daddy Harrison Banfield was a piss ant so there were no worries there. Harness kept her husband so in the dark he might as well live in Alaska.

With Dolph’s attention elsewhere Paisley took the initiative to climb the high dive and step out to the end. Atop the world she slyly untethered her bikini top but left it loosely clinging. Biting her lower lip nervously she admired the giant and went so far as to run her fingers down the front of her bottoms to taunt her clitoris. “I want you, Dolphin.” Pet name! “Please notice me.” She sounded a whole lot like a certain Sable McKellen at the moment, lusting over her very own Dominic Black. Weird the similarities! Fingertips remained touching herself until he looked back then up at her. He busted her playing with herself but said nothing to stop her. Playing it off as looking around for country bugs in the water to sweep out he regardless kept his eyes on cutie pie.

“Don’t laugh if I cannonball.” She called down to him then removed her fingers to get ready for her dive.

“Don’t make me have to save you. I don’t know CPR.” He chuckled.

“I trust you. Do your best if it comes to it.” She bantered back. “Score me!” With a set of three jumps on the board Paisley took her dive, somersaulting twice before a perfect needle nose style dive into the water below. Dolph puckered at her skill. Swimming lessons when younger she was taught all of the aquarian tricks. Both sisters were smooth sailors. Submerged under the eight-foot mark she did indeed lose her top, it rising to float on the surface. Playing coy she swam under the water holding her breath for the entire length of the pool before surfacing directly in front of Dolph. Hands sweeping her wet hair back she spat water at him and giggled. “Was that worth a perfect ten score Judge Richter?”

“Ehhh! Eight!” Now if her tits were bigger, it would be an easy ten. His ten-inch dick was swelling hard. “Lose something?” He nodded. “Unless the material did go transparent like you predicted.”

“What?” She looked down at her perky titties to witness her toplessness. Eyes feigning shock she quickly covered her chest and squealed with an, “Eeeek!” He knew better! “Quit staring!” Don’t stop staring! She had to cover what she truly wanted.

“Hang on, Little Mermaid, I’ll swoop up that top.” As he turned away, she went even further and untied her bottoms from her hips.

“It’s okay! I’ll swim over to get it.” She shot off along the waterline, the turbulence leaving her bottoms to drift between her thighs but hold on. Her bare butt was exposed however so Dolph saw her completely naked atop the water. He had to laugh at her trying so hard. Looking up at a camera he put his hand up with a “Not my fault!” reaction. Sadly, the hacker Pindrop was watching, enjoying the view for himself and keeping it quiet at the moment. He was partial to cute young blondes. Let it tide! RIDE!