Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 88
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 88 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Martin Schroeder watched idly as 15-year-old Valerie Sloane sucked Luke’s cock. Hymie Roth kept stealing glances at Willow. He knew she was a lesbian, but hope springs. Bonnie Peters, the head of Video Surveillance was attending the meeting to show an edited clip of Claire’s Teen Weekend.
Claire looked at Martin, “Tell me again, who are these guys?”
“In a word, mercenaries. For-hire private soldiers who have worked Africa and the Middle East, a couple of them Myanmar. Not a very savory bunch. They hire out to warlords, drug kingpins, dictators, the likes.”
“And you can’t vouch for these particular ones.”
“Not personally, no. But I know the contractor, so does Luke.”
Luke nodded, “Sam Davidson. He served a year with us.”
Claire turned to Hymie. He said, “The math is simple — ten men, one-thousand a day for one week.”
Willow said, “Seventy thousand. Thank you, Hymie.”
“Yes ma’am.” He left.
Valerie was snapping her fingers in time to the song she was hearing on her headset.
Claire turned to Martin. He said, “With Luke and me, that makes 12 of us. Four vans, three men each. One driver, two shooters. We hit the Delgado guards, three per block, at the same time — mow ‘em down, drive away. Under five seconds.”
Luke placed his hand behind the girl’s head and started spurting. “It sounds simple, and maybe it would turn out to be. But a dozen things could go wrong. A cop on patrol. Teeny anticipating us, and it turns into a firefight.”
Claire, “Martin, how much notice do you need to give them, your mercenaries.”
“This bunch, I have to give Sam the green light by Wednesday.”
Luke, “But there are always freelancers rotating in and out. Give Sam a week or ten days and we’re good to go.”
Valerie took off her headphones and and pulled on a thigh-length tee, “Thank you, Mr. Luke.”
“You’re welcome, hon.”
Willow handed the girl a hundred. “Thank you Miss Willow, but I’d a done it for nothing.”
Claire said, “You and Vickie come see me around midnight tonight.”
“Yes ma’am!”
When she left, Claire turned to Martin, “I don’t mind killing those 12 guards, but let’s hold off one more week.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“And the plan would be to do the drive-by the first night they’re here. And keep ‘em here for six more days.”
“Yes, but that’s no guarantee that Delgado won’t retaliate with 20 or 30 of his own gang. Or, he could continue to play the waiting game like he’s doing now.”
“Thank you, Martin — we’ll revisit this on Friday.” She turned to Bonnie, “Show us some teenage sex.”
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