Chapter 5

Tina and I sit at the breakfast table, drinking coffee. Tina is wearing a thin robe that barely covers her ample tits. I can't keep my eyes off her great cleavage, and her brunette hair is wild from sleeping on it.

She looks great

She looks over at me with those fantastic blue eyes and sighs.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I just worry you're going to get tired of me," she says. "I mean, look at all the women around you."

I try to look normal. This chick is hot right out of the oven: beautiful, fresh, loves sex, loves women too. She's the best thing I've ever had in my life.

And she's worried I'm gonna get tired of her.

"You're crazy," I tell her. "I'm lucky as hell to have you."

"What about those sisters in Reno?"

Yeah, I told Tina about that. Hell, I also told her I popped Muscle's cherry. We share that stuff. I get to hear about Tina and other women all the time.

"I fucked them," I tell her. "I didn't fall in love with them."

She nods, but something's wrong. I can tell.

"I just love working with you, Murray," she says. "I love being your main squeeze. I love the fact that you're so understanding. I mean, I've been a hooker, for Chrissakes. You never throw that in my face or put me down for it."

She looks at me with those big blue orbs.

"I just don't want you finding someone else," she finishes.

I get up. Hell, if I had to choose between every other piece of pussy in the world and Tina, I'd take Tina, hands down.

I walk over toward her, pulling Tina to her feet and looking right into her eyes.

This isn't easy for me. I've put my heart on the line before, only to have some woman try to kick a field goal with it. It hurts, a lot.

If Tina did that, it would hurt even more.

I pull her to me, and hold on tight.

"I don't ever want to lose you," I tell her. I mean it, too. "I love you, Tina. You're the best thing in my life."

Yeah, I cringe inside. Reaching out to someone is a real good way to get your hand cut off.

But Tina just hops on her tiptoes and kisses me, almost frantic with desire.

"Oh, Murray, I love you too," she says. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." She continues kissing, getting real involved in trying to crawl into my mouth.

I love when she does that.

Yeah, it's a romantic scene. So?

What the fuck's wrong with you? Can't a guy just be lovey with his girlfriend a little without gettin his balls busted?

Besides, it's not like I'm not still the same old guy. I'm now an old guy with a twenty-one year old babe sharing my bed and my life.

Not bad, for fifty.

Anyway, the moment doesn't last long, because the phone rings.

It's the Feds.

"Fuck!" I slam the phone down.

"What is it, Murray?" Tina asks.

I look at her. Shit, she's involved too. So's Muscles. Even Lila's in danger.

"Donnie Brisco broke out of prison. Four others got out with him. Bastards stole a car from two teenagers. Kept the girl, gang-raped her, left her for dead. Bastard's out for blood. Probably mine."

I look at Tina. Fact is, she's my main squeeze and Brisco knows it. He likes rape, and apparently so do his buddies. Tina's gonna be a target for sure.

But Tina doesn't understand that yet. She looks concerned for me. Me, they put a bullet through my head.

Tina, that could happen two, three days down the road.

Two or three days she'd be better off not living through.

No, it's not morbid: It's reality.

I take this great babe in my arms and hug the hell out of her. Then I push her away gently.

"Get packed," I tell Tina. "You're moving."

Tina looks scared. Shit, I don't need this.

"You're kicking me out?" she asks, tears in her eyes.

"Fuck, no!" I tell her. "You're going someplace safe till this blows over. I'm not having you get hurt by Brisco, or anyone else."

I smile at her. Damn it, sometimes feelings are the last thing you need. Or that I need, for that matter. I hug her and kiss her gently, like gentling a mare so you can get her in the horse trailer.

"It's just for a while," I tell her softly. "I'll be visiting regular."

"Where am I going?" she asks.

I shake my head. Shit, I don't know. I'd like to see her in the Space Station, or in upper-fucking-Egypt somewhere, somewhere where Brisco and his buddies don't have a chance of finding her.

But I gotta come up with a hideout, and fast.

"You get packed," I tell her. "Bring your gun along, and the Hydroshocks I gave you. And all your fast-loaders."

She nods. Tina is a hell of a little shot, and she can put five rounds in a two inch circle at fifty feet in less than three

seconds. I gotta smile. She always gives me wood when she does it.

"Go get your stuff," I tell her gently. "I'll find a place to hide you."

Lila Leavett is a good friend. Hell, she was the best thing that ever happened to my business, back when she was Lila Montgomery and stepping out on the former Boy Wonder.

Lila's also rolling in it, and has a big rock place on the top of a hill. It looks like fucking Collinswood, and if you're not old enough to get the reference, you don't need to know anyway.

So I call her.

"Leavett Enterprises," Lila answers.

"You know who it is," I say. Despite bullshit to the contrary, cell phones really are tapable. "Meet me at the Saturday Party place, in an hour."

I hang up before she can say anything. I know the game, but Lila doesn't. I don't want her saying anything I don't want the world to know.

It ain't paranoia if they're really out to get you.

I hear Tina checking her Charter Pug. It's a tiny gun, but it's chambered for.357 Magnums so, if you need the firepower, you have it.

The bruises on your palm go away eventually.

I head in back, going in my den. Yeah, I got a den now. I open the gun safe. Hell, no, it's not locked. What the fuck good is a gun locked away where you can't get to it?

And I don't store my guns unloaded, with those fucking little trigger locks. Somebody comes looking for me, I want my guns loaded, ready and available.

I pull down my street-sweeper, my twelve gauge magnum pump- action stainless steel shotgun, with a pistol grip instead of a rear stock. Bastard's a mean little piece, and people don't think about fucking with you when they see that big barrel pointing at them.

I check it. It's loaded, of course. Buckshot: three inch Magnums. Not something you want to get in the way of.

I pull out my Ruger Redhawk 44 Magnum. Same round as my little Bulldog, but in a big pistol made to handle the round better. It's scoped, and a mean son-of-a-bitch at distance.

And it doesn't take your hand off when you fire it, like the Bulldog tries to.

I go in back, and see Tina leaning over, her ass on display in her tight skirt. And she's wearing thigh highs, so her white upper thighs are peeking out and saying, "Hi! Please notice us!"

I turn away. Jack's gotta wait. We got more important things right now.

I grab some ammo and a few other toys. I'm going heavily armed from now on. I think of Muscles, probably at the office by now. I pull out my cell phone and hit speed dial.

"Murray Antoinette Investigations," Muscles answers.

"Close the office," I say. "Meet me at the Saturday Party place. Drop by your house, get every weapon you own. Check under the car for bombs before you start it.

Brisco's loose, and looking for blood."

I hang up.

Muscles is a hell of a bright gal, and I wouldn't want to meet her even in a well-lit alley if she was looking to hurt me. She's gonna be Tina's baby-sitter until this is taken care of.

The phone rings. I go in the den and hit the recorder, just in case.

"Yeah?" I say.

"Is Murray Antoinette available?" a woman's voice asks. She sounds professional, but the sultry undertone has Jack up and wanting to listen in on the extension. Yeah, he likes what I hear.

"Who wants to know?" I ask. Hell, it's my phone. I don't have to be polite. Someone calls me at home, they take what they get.

"This is Special Agent Allison Allbright, from the FBI," she says.

Shit, this woman doesn't have a chance. With a name like that, she's gonna take shit every day.

"All-right?" I ask.

"ALLBRIGHT," she says coldly. Yep, it's already happening.

"What can I do for you, Allison?" I ask.

Yeah, I'm yanking her chain, but this giving your first name shit just invites it.

She sighs.

"I've been assigned to protect you," she says.

I laugh. Yeah, it's rude, and if this woman didn't already hate me, she does now. I need a FBI agent protecting me like J. Edgar Hoover needs another dress. If luck holds, I'll survive this mess, and if luck doesn't, a thousand FBI agents couldn't save me. I manage to stop snickering.

"I think I got that handled, Special Agent Allbright," I say, trying to sound respectful. It's not her fault she got assigned to this.

"Still, that's my assignment," she says. "Brisco has made numerous comments to inmates that he really wants to see you dead. We want to make sure that doesn't happen."

Her voice is steady. At least my ball-busting didn't rattle her. Yeah, you can bust a woman's balls. Think women don't have balls? Let me introduce you to my friend Muscles over here. She's a woman, but she has balls.

Or at least she will after she rips yours off.

Yeah, woman can have balls too.

"Look, I don't know where I'm gonna be," I lie. "Brisco scares the shit out of me." That part is true.

"We can put you in protective custody," she offers. Oh, yeah, I want to be in a cheap hotel somewhere, playing cards, while Brisco and his buddies are scouring town for friends of mine to rape. Fuck that.

"Look," I tell her. "You give me a number and when I get someplace I feel safe, I'll call you."

"I have to meet you now," she says. "That's my assignment."

I hear the squeal of disk brakes on the phone, and out in front of my place as well. Shit. Cheap crap the Feds drive, you can hear them coming.

And I get the sinking feeling Special Agent Allison Allbright just arrived.

"I'll unlock the door for you," I say, and close the phone.

Yeah, I check out the front window and I see the white Ford POS, the stripped version that just screams Official Vehicle: Do Not Approach. I had a friend who got a deal on one, then couldn't pick up a hooker to save him. They saw his fucking car and ran! They all assumed he was with Vice.

I see this woman get out of the car and start up the walk toward my place. Tall, lithe, nice legs and better ass. Tits look pretty good too, under her cheap jacket. Long blonde hair and a pair of lips to die for. She's Mulatto. Yeah, that dates me too. Brown, I think they call it now. Mixed race. Looks like Oriental and black, with maybe some Hispanic thrown in. She's a class one babe, no doubt about it. And that blonde hair is just to make sure that, if your cock hadn't noticed, it damn sure will now.

Jack sure had. He didn't care if she was a Fed or not, he was ready to boogie.

If you're new on the ride, Jack is my long time partner. Muscles works with me in the business, but I still keep Jack with me because he and I are very attached.

Jack is my penis.

And right now Jack wanted to go dancing in this babe's twat.

She knocks and I open the door. She flashes the shield and I have to restrain myself from saying, "Hello, Clarice," in my best Hannibal Lector voice.

Feds have their senses of humor surgically removed before they're allowed out in the field, so it wouldn't do any good anyway.

"Come in," is all I say.

She enters and her smell comes in with her. She smells like soap and shampoo and gunpowder. She's been at the range today. Yeah, you already know I got a soft spot for girls and guns.

But right now it's more a hard than a soft spot. It's called Jack.

Anyway, this babe has lips. I mean, Tina has great little lips, but Allison has World-Class very full lips, and almond eyes, and brown skin and that shock of blonde hair that just acts as a road sign to scream "Fuck me" to every man in the room.

Being an FBI agent must be some kind of hell for her.

"Any problems?" she asks, looking around. I can smell that too. She's afraid. I don't blame her.

"No, everything's under control," I tell her. "My secretary's in back, packing. She's carrying, and has a permit."

I want her to know. I know I'm hinky going into a situation cold. I want her to know who else is in the house, and that all concerned are packing, so she doesn't get surprised.

She nods.

"Special Agent Allbright," she says, offering me her hand. She's not giving me another chance to call her Allison.

"Murray Antoinette," I tell her. She nods

"You must get a lot of kidding," she says.

I nod. Hell, it's a funny name. Most people remember it, however.

"Yeah, I do, Agent All-right," I say.

She smiles at me. Damn, those lips are just asking to be kissed. And that's only for starters.

Tina comes out. She's got on black leather: boots, skirt, shirt, jacket. She looks like a biker's wet dream. She smiles at my gaze, then looks over at Agent Allbright.

"I'm Tina Lord," she says, offering her little hand.

"FBI Special Agent Allison Allbright," the Fed babe responds.

They shake hands, and I see the look. Special Agent Allbright is very good, and most folks would never notice, but she is checking out Tina.

And she likes what she sees.

They shake for a moment longer than necessary, then Allbright goes back to all business.

"Do you have a place in mind that's safe?" she asks. I nod. Lila's place is private, it's built of rock, it's back from the road and it's on a hill. The first time I saw it, I thought it looked very defendable.

Now we were about to find out.

"A friend of mine has a place," I tell her. "We're going there."

"I'm coming," she says.

I avoid any obvious comebacks to her statement.

"Look, I have friends already helping," I warn her. "You might just get in the way."

Agent Allbright frowns and shakes her head curtly.

"Sorry, I have an assignment, and you're it," she says. "You go, I go."

I nod. Hell, despite her hot looks, she seems like she can handle herself. She might be young and inexperienced, but she's got the makings of a good agent.

"All right, Allbright," I say, enjoying the little flicker of anger on her face. I said she might be okay. I didn't say I was gonna be nice about it. "I'll grab a few things and we'll be ready to go."

I go back, and Tina follows. Hell, she's already got my suits laid out, and underwear and socks and all the other crap I usually forget to pack.

When I told her I wore the same pair of underwear during my three day trip to Reno, I thought Tina'd puke.

I turn and take Tina in my arms and kiss her. She kisses back, all nice and wet and fun. Hell, a guy could get used to this.

I look up and see Allbright in the hall, watching. She looks away, but I think she's liking the show Tina is putting on.

I'd be surprised if Agent All-Right wouldn't like a ticket for that ride herself.

Fifteen minutes later we're in my car, with Agent Allbright in her car, a respectful distance behind. I told her I didn't want a parade, and she seemed to understand.

Tina's sitting beside me, grinning. She's having fun now. It's an adventure.

I just hope it's not one of those adventures that get movies made about them later, the ones that list the dead and missing at the end of the show.

I pull into Lila's house. There's a big stone fence around it, and iron gates that stand open. At least, they usually do.

But now a big old Cadillac is parked crossways in the driveway. The women guarding the gate see me pull in. The big Caddy slowly backs up, and a Dyke babe opens the gate.

"Wow!" Tina giggles. "It's just like the Godfather!" I gotta smile. Half of Muscle's friend have military experience, and the other half are real, kick-ass, one percenter bikers. Not to mention the boxers, weight-lifters, fire-fighters, smoke jumpers and just kick-ass muscle-loving Dykes in all kinds of work, where guys used to reign, but now take orders from them. These babes are tougher than nails, and meaner than shit. And this is just an opportunity for them to show it.

If Brisco and his boys show up here, maybe they're the ones who should worry about rape. Some of these babes clits are probably bigger than Jack.

And Jack ain't small.

Allbright pulls in behind me, and we both pull in the drive. The Caddy pulls back into it's place as a two-ton road block.

What looks like a machine gun nest is being set up on the porch, and a big Dyke is carrying up about six sandbags in one arm, like they're nothing. She drops them on the porch, just as another massive babe comes around carrying six more.

The place is crawling with the biggest, toughest, meanest pussy imaginable.

We go in the house, with me and Allison and Tina getting eye- balled by the sandbag squad. Tina and Allison get appreciative little smiles: Me, it's more like checking out your prey before you kill and eat him. I don't know these women, and it may take some time for my charming personality to win them over. Only then do they get to meet Jack.

No, not in their pussies, stupid. D Y K E! Can't you spell? Yeah, I get some sometimes, but for most of these babes, Jack is a buddy, a mascot, a good prick in a world of nasty cocks. He makes a lot of friends.

But the sex part may have to wait.

But Tina smiles over at me and winks. She's like Jack's press agent. Yeah, my girlfriend likes to help me get laid. You got a problem with that? What, your girlfriend doesn't help you get laid?

Sounds like that's your problem, not mine.

We walk into Lila's place. It's great: a huge house, beautifully and tastefully decorated. Lila got it after Boy Wonder got his, and now it's Lesbian Central. Lila found out she likes girls, and now she's going through a whole bunch of them, checking out all the little differences.

Very closely and very carefully.

Now I'm not talking dirt on Lila. She's a wonderful woman, and a dear friend. So what if she gets more pussy than I do? I'm in no position to complain. I get plenty lately.

Lila comes down the stairs in a business suit, her blonde hair swept up on her head. She looks great. Kind of like Sharon Stone, only a lot sexier. She smiles when she sees us.

"I'm glad to see you're here," she says. "I was worried."

She hugs me and kisses me. Yeah, Jack and her are old buddies and he's trying to say hello through my pants.

Jack is a real friendly sort.

She smiles at my crotch.

"Isn't Jack scared?" she asks. "It's full of Dyketosterone around here.

Yeah, I named it that. A room full of guys is full of Testosterone. This babes don't have testes, so I call their form of power Dyketosterone.

It's like Testosterone, only a lot stronger.

"He's gonna stay hidden until he's sure it's safe," I tell Lila with a smile. She grins back, and then kisses Tina hello. This ain't a little peck. It's more like a full frontal assault on her mouth. I see Allison's eyes widen just a tiny bit. She's trying to be cool about it, but if you saw two of the hottest women in the world and watched them going for a tongue wrestling championship, your eyes would widen a tiny bit too.

They both moan.

"That was wonderful," Tina says. "Better than my vibrator."

That gets the eyes a little bigger. Special Agent Allbright had better be careful or in a few hours, her eyes are gonna look like platters.

Lila turns and looks at Allison. And not just her face: Lila checks out the whole nice little package. Lila smiles, her lips still wet from kissing Tina.

"This is FBI Special Agent Allison Allbright," I say, keeping the introduction straight. This woman is in enough trouble right now, surrounded by hot Lesbian pussy that's gonna find her fascinating.

Hell, I may have be her bodyguard, instead of the other way round.

But Allison smiles calmly and shakes hands with Lila.

"Looks like you are taking this seriously, at least" Agent Allbright says. Lila nods.

"I know Brisco. Not personally, but I know too many people who did."

Allbright nods. Donnie Brisco had the shit business sewed up around here. He took shit, gave shit and made for a whole lot more shit. If there was dirty money to be made, he was making it. It came out at his trial that he was blackmailing women who owed him money, threatening them and their little daughters with rape, then coming up with a compromise.

Brisco fucked Mommy, while her daughters posed for Kiddy Porn.

The asshole already had a deal in place with the D.A. when this came out, however, so there was nothing the authorities could do but shake their heads and shrug.

Donnie Brisco gave criminal enterprise a bad name. Even the Mafia was embarrassed by him.

Now he's on the loose, and probably heading here.

"Looks like if he comes here, he'll regret it," Allbright says with a cold smile.

Lila smiles and nods. Brisco threatened to rape Muscles, who is like a goddess to the women around here. He'll be lucky if his prick doesn't end up cut off and stuffed and displayed on somebody's mantle.

There is a roar outside, building to an ear-shattering blast. The sound suddenly lessens and dies. I see Allbright touch her gun, but I smile.

You can't miss the sound of a bunch of Harley twin-cylinder engines.

I go to the door and open it.

I look out and see the Harleys, the chrome and the leather, the tattoos and tanned, rippling muscles, the crew-cuts, the cigarettes, the boots and the skull paraphernalia and the sawed off shotguns and assault rifles and massive pistols strapped on muscled hips.

Muscles gets off her bike, and so do the rest of her girlfriends.

Even Jack wants to run. He likes Bi girls and has nothing against Lesbians. Hell, he likes them a lot too.

But Bull-Dyke is way too soft a word for these women. The name of their club says it all:

BALL-CUTTERS is emblazoned on their jackets.

Muscles called in the reinforcements.

Muscles smiles up at me. Every since I popped her cherry, she has a soft look in her eyes when she looks at me. No, she isn't all sweetness and melting sighs. It's more like she looks appreciably less dangerous.

But in Muscles, that's a big step.

She winks at me as she walks past. These biker babes are checking me out, kind of like they're wondering if I'd be good to eat. And not in a nice way.

One of them stops beside. She's tall as me, and probably weighs the same, only on her it's pure muscle and tits. She has a great set of knockers and an ass that won't quit. She's got short red hair and a really pretty face.

I can smell her pussy. Some chicks get off riding Harleys. I hear it's like your own personal vibrator that you can drive around. She smells like she's been getting off, a lot.

She smiles at me.

"You're Murray," she says.

I nod. My name gets around.

"Yeah," I say.

"I'm Les," she says. "Leslie Tolliver."

I nod. At least she's being polite. Or maybe there's something more.

I hear Tina gasp and turn. She's surrounded by big, tough pussy and one of them is in the process of forcing Tina to kiss her, while she feels Tina up roughly. Muscles is right there, smiling, so I know things are cool.

Besides, Tina has a real soft spot when it comes to tough women.

It's called her pussy.

I gotta smile. Maybe this will be more fun than I thought.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Les asks. I smile.

"Yeah," I say. "Poor thing. She hating every second of this."

Les smiles. Tina is moaning and kissing back and has one of her great legs wrapped around the woman kissing her, giving everyone a great shot of her Victoria's Secret clad thighs and butt. I think she spends more on underwear than I do on all my clothes.

But Tina's a hell of a babe, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Poor Agent Allbright is watching, while trying not to be obvious. She's shifting from foot to foot and pretending she expected this. I wink at Les and walk over to Allison.

"It's okay," I say to her. "Tina's a big girl."

Allbright looks at me. Yeah, you can bluff all you want, but some things happen whether you want them to or not. With me it's Jack waking up.

Allison's eyes are bright and her face is slightly flushed. And I can smell her, the wonderful smell of pussy warming up.

"Relax," I tell her. "Anything that happens here is gonna stay here. The FeeBees won't hear a thing."

Yeah, it's tough. When you join the FBI, they expect you to wrap up your personal life and store it in a locker. Now, that might have been a good idea for J. Edgar, who must have looked awful in a dress.

But this is a young, vibrant, sexual woman. And she can't hide that, no matter how many masculine suits and hard looks she might use to cover it.

I smile at her conspiratorially.

"You might as well get some," I tell her. "Everyone else will be."

"I'm not gay," she says.

I look in her eyes. She's telling the truth, as least as far as she understands it. Yeah, she's been checking out Tina and, yeah, she's getting off watching the action.

But she's not gay.

And Jack's really a pussy in disguise.

I nod. Hell, I gotta respect her view, no matter how off kilter she is.

Of course, Jack is doing the dance of joy in my pants. If Allison wants to prove she's not gay, he's glad to help her. Denial does have its perks.

"I'm just saying this is the real world," I tell her. "Not the Fed world."

She smiles. Yeah, the Fed infrastructure is as artificial as a wooden leg on a dog. It has the same relationship to reality that most government agencies do: They don't have a fucking clue what 'real' is.

But Feds have to deal with the worst of the real world, and the good ones recognize that and learn something about it.

Allbright turns and looks at Tina again. Tina's top is gone, and her big tits are being mauled by a dozen hands, some wearing leather gloves.

I gotta smile. Tina is in heaven.

Les wanders over and stands beside me. She's smiling too.

"Muscles said we'd have fun," she says, reaching over surreptitiously to touch the back of my hand with a finger, stroking it softly.

Yeah, she's Bi. Hey, it's common. Jack and I have no problem with that: Hell, most of our action is Bi. Girls, asshole. If you have dreams of me ass-fucking some dude's hairy ass, you've come to the wrong story.

But don't go away forever. Muscles has a strap-on, and she tells me it's fun. So maybe you'll get some action eventually after all.

I turn and look at Les. Yeah, she's tattooed and tough, with leather all over and grime on her face. She also looks like she would be one wild, great fuck.

Jack's given up dancing in my pants and is trying to batter his way out. He likes pussy, of all kinds, and this one looks like a real fun ride.

Allison is getting more uncomfortable. Tina's pretty well naked, and that's the cue for others to start kissing and fondling and stripping. Allison looks over at me, her eyes both aroused and pleading.

I gotta take pity on her.

"There's more firepower around here than a fireworks factory on the last day of June," I tell her. "So I'm safe. If you want to leave, no one will miss you."

Allison looks at me, her eyes almost begging me for something. Problem is, I know what it is and she has no idea.

I reach out and take her hand. Yeah, she's a Fed, and this is gonna fuck with her mind big time.

But better it happen now, with people who understand.

"Let's go upstairs," I say to both women.

The three of us head up the stairs. Allison is still looking back, where a babe orgy is in the process of forming. Once it starts it spreads, like a contagion, till everyone around gets it. Orgy formation would make an interesting graduate thesis for someone: It's both fascinating and a hell of a lot of fun to study.

We walk down the hall and I open a door. This is my room here: Lila had it furnished, in thirties style furniture. On the wallpapered walls are framed covers from old Detective Magazines, with hot babes in hotter situations, and old movie posters. A signed picture of Humphry Bogart as Sam Spade hangs over the desk.

It's a big battered wooden desk. An antique fan is on it, with an old.32 Colt automatic, like Rick carried in Casablanca, laying beside it.

Yeah, it's tacky. And I love the hell out of it.

Well, time to get down to business. I turn to Allison and kiss her.

Yeah, she fights and tries to stop me. She moans and keeps her lips closed and tries to turn her head and all the shit you expect.