Chapter 9

The most pleasant sensation woke Joe, discovering its source being Jolene sucking his cock. “Great! You’re awake!” she remarked and quickly adjust her naked body over his erection and plummeted down.

“Rubber!” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, Joe,” she moaned back. “First time bareback and on the pill.”

He lifted his knees and brought her mouth to his. “Morning breath,” he realized.

“Fuck that,” she decided and kissed him.

Any unpleasantness soon dissolved in pleasure as he grabbed her full young ass and pulled her into him. After the kiss, he soon experienced the wonder of watching her tits bounce before stilling them and nipping at her nipples. Somehow her being on top helped slow the inevitable release of sperm and semen, and she helped by rubbing her clit, but even with that, hers was a quick orgasm, and he gave himself over to the interior squeezes and buzzing to join her.

“Did someone prepare you?” Joe asked.

“Yep!” said Estella wearing a terrycloth robe and bearing breakfast on a tray. “Our horny girl demanded it.”

“Like you minded,” Jolene giggled, which Joe felt inside her pussy. She popped off him and headed to the bathroom while Estella set down the tray of eggs, bacon and toast, pouring coffee in mugs and preparing his the way he liked it.

Jolene soon returned wearing her own bathrobe, this one much more see-through, and they all concentrated on eating and drinking their late breakfast.

“Any news on Maya?” Joe asked.

“Sounds like she got done even later than us, what with the raid of his mansion here and the processing.”

“What about Jolene?” Joe asked.

“The idiot liked recording his having sex with minors. They had to be fifteen or younger, so no, you won’t be needed for prosecution.”

“I wouldn’t have cared with the shit he’s done,” Jolene proclaimed.

“So have we figured out what the fuck he was?” Joe asked.

“We’re thinking he’s some kind of fixer,” Estella shrugged. “Got his fingers in all sorts of places. Movies. Corporations. Politics. Justice. Lots of favors.”

“Party favors too,” Joe muttered. “Girls and boys. He must not have been a stranger to blackmail.”

“Blackmailing the blackmailer got them killed,” Jolene said.

“That was the Arab prince that figured it out, got Jack and the bodyguard beat and shot.”

“Then Jim had to shut things down before it got to who he knew was behind it,” Estella muttered.

“Cover ups can definitely fuck you up.”

“Especially when big bad Joe catches wind of it,” Jolene giggled.

They remained relaxed in the bed, Joe reading the LA Times that had been delivered to the door, Jolene grabbing the entertainment section of it and Estella beginning a Naipaul novel she’d found in the house. Not surprising, Joe found no references to the two raids done the night before. He figured whatever the consequences would be carefully whitewashed, though he couldn’t imagine how for at least two public figures. And would Jim somehow take care of the narrative, escaping his own betrayal? Proof of his involvement had never been certain, in a way only feelings and the literal overkill in controlling the aftermath of the kidnapping of Nat and the killing of the bodyguard and the near killing of Jack.

Relaxation ended with the arrival Maya midafternoon. “Get yourself dressed,” she smirked.

“Time for a shower?” Joe asked.

“Fine.”

Jolene joined him, and though pleasant company for both, they kept it mostly sensual. Both dressed, joining an already dressed Estella in the kitchen, Maya led them to a door opening to stairs which took them to a lower level nestled against the hill, hidden from the street, the space reminding Joe of Jackie’s basement area in his fancy house with a similar dojo area, and bedroom, but also a small kitchenette making it even more independent of upstairs, and through a door, they found a similar computer array and a bespectacled East Indian woman who appeared to be not much older than Jolene.

“Thalia, this is Joe, Jolene and Estella.”

Thalia nodded nervously and blushed.

“Mind if I sit?” Joe asked, gesturing to the small rolling chair beside her.

“Okay,” the young woman squeaked.

The others settled on chairs taken from a small conference table, bringing them behind the two at the wide desk full of monitors.

“Do you know...?” Joe started, but his answer came with Jackie’s face in a monitor, his own and Thalia’s in small corners.

“Finally up I see,” Jackie smirked, his voice coming from small speakers.

“Didn’t even know this was here,” Joe explained.

An older African man appeared solo in another monitor. Looking to his side, his gaze shifted front and center. “Who is the blonde girl?” he asked.

“I trust her,” Joe told the man.

“Maya?” the man asked.

“She’s fine, Daniel,” Maya vouched. “She’s been involved since the beginning of this mess.”

“We’re thinking you might hire her, Jackie,” Joe added. “To replace Stell.”

“Ever been a maid?” Jackie asked.

“Uhm, it’s kind of how I got into this mess,” Jolene replied.

“All well and good,” Daniel frowned. “I hear you have had problems, Joe.”

“I’m not sure I’m the one with the problem,” Joe muttered. “I presume Jackie filled you in?”

“That is the problem,” Daniel grumped. “Presumption.”

“Pardon me sir, but fuck you,” Joe growled.

“Always a problem with authority,” Daniel smirked.

“I believe that’s why I work for you,” Joe reminded the man.

Everyone seemed surprised when Daniel laughed, except for Joe who laughed too.

“We have a request,” Thalia practically whispered.

“From whom?” Joe asked.

“Honey?”

“Honey?” Joe asked.

“Bring him up,” said Maya, and Harvey’s face took over half of the monitor Jackie appeared on.

“Harvey?” Joe reacted. “Where’s Honey?”

“Safe,” Harvey sighed. “Airlifted out with Jack.”

“So he was in danger,” Joe muttered.

“Overly sedated but kept alive,” Harvey replied. “Thank goodness for the Hippocratic oath I guess. The doctor and Jim were old school buddies. In fact there’s a lot of that.”

“Our little band of pederasts,” Joe nodded. “And the asshole?”

“One of them,” Harvey confirmed. “We think it was his little clubhouse where they gathered. Had them by the balls I think.”

“Not much pressure though,” Estella commented. “Since he seemed to keep them supplied.”

“What did the asshole have on Jim?” Joe asked.

“Unclear,” said Harvey.

“What was his cover?” Joe asked.

“He’s a GP,” Daniel replied. “For the rich mostly.”

“Oh right,” Joe remembered. “Maybe a connection.”

“I’ll check it,” said Jackie.

“Jim’s a gambler and a bit of a rogue, impressing the ladies,” Harvey revealed.

“Sounds like your friend Jack,” Daniel smirked.

“Nothing like him,” Joe disagreed. “He cheats the system honestly.”

“And I doubt anyone like Honey would stick with someone like Jim,” Harvey added.

“Who vetted him?” Joe asked Daniel.

“An honest mistake,” Daniel shook his head.

“But not you.”

“No. But that whole business with the prince? The man who vetted him does have an inside with the royal family and gave Jim permission.”

“Once they learned of the man’s predilections.”

“That would be my guess.”

“What’s next concerning Jim?” Joe asked.

“Best if you don’t know.”

“Got it.” Joe noticed Estella’s grimace and understood it.

“Harvey will take over the Vegas operation,” Daniel added.

“Good choice,” Joe smiled.

“I’m hoping Jack can help me out with it,” Harvey said. “When he gets better.”

“You should talk to Honey too,” Estella suggested.

“So what happened with the safe house?” Joe asked.

“Jim was about to visit,” Harvey said.

“I planted a tracker on his car,” Maya shrugged.

“So we headed to Honey’s,” Harvey finished. “She’s cool with us being here, but I’ll probably return to the safe house.”

“You’re due for somewhere nicer,” Daniel grinned.

“I won’t say no to that,” Harvey chuckled.

The communications ended. Joe sighed.

“What do you think?” Maya asked.

“I guess I trust Daniel as much as I can trust anything involved with all this,” Joe shrugged.

“You want me to keep tabs on things?”

“How about we both do?”

“Sounds good. Why don’t you come out of your bat cave and come upstairs, Thalia?”

“I...”

“Or I could show them what you get up to.”

“Okay!” Thalia shouted as loud as her meekness allowed, and blushed.

Once upstairs, Maya decided, “I guess I’ll head out. Stay as long as you want here of course.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Joe suggested.

“I need to swap cars anyway,” Maya agreed.

“Holy shit,” Joe exclaimed when they exited. “You don’t see those anywhere.”

He gazed at an older model Citroen.

“They’re a bitch to fix, especially parts, which is why I chose it I guess.”

“And that it’s cool.”

“That too,” Maya chuckled. “You drive manuals?”

“Of course.”

They traded keys.

“So,” Joe started. “Thalia’s secret?”

“She’s a bit of a voyeur. She seems to prefer lesbian action. We caught her blushing and smelling like orgasm whenever we’d come down and finally tickled her to confess.”

“So the bedroom?”

“Might as well be a film studio.”

“You ever invite her into your bed?”

“We didn’t push it, but I bet Jolene could convince her. She kept glancing at her.”

“Can’t blame her for that.”

“Nope.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Good. Get her out of her shyness.”

When Joe returned to the kitchen, he found Estella looking through the refrigerator and the pantry for possible food ideas. Jolene sat next to Thalia working her to begin conversation, Thalia blushing and shyly glancing at the blonde beauty and edging towards opening up.