Chapter 43

Beth stood in front of her mirror wearing a new miniskirt she bought earlier at the mall. She checked out how much skin her skirt exposed when she moved in it. She wasn't wearing panties and wanted to know how much pink she displayed when she bent over. Tonight's party was her first without parental supervision and Beth intended to have fun.

Connie and Stephanie pulled snacks from grocery bags and set up the breakfast bar with bowls of goodies. She had called everyone on the volleyball team; she knew Ryan would call some friends. She turned up the heat in the swimming pool and turned down the lights.

The doorbell rang and in came Ryan, Curt, and Bobby, all first-stringers off the soccer team, each with a case of beer and bags of ice. Beth found a big tub in the garage, and the boys iced the beer out on the patio. The bell rang again and Sandy, one of Beth's teammates, arrived, she lived down the street, and was famous for being early to any party. She was dressed in a micro-mini that hugged her hips, showing off her red thong. The boys whistled, so she wiggled her ass at them. Sandy was a member of the half of the team that played on either side of the net.

"Beth, where's Julie?"

Pete still had not returned from Julie's. Beth was worried since no one answered the phone over there. "Don't know, she took Pete home after school, and I haven't heard from either of them since."

"The bitch! She took Pete home and didn't invite me?" Sandy was pissed; she had had a couple of mind-altering experiences with Beth's brother, and was always up for another taste of his fire-breathing dragon.

Ryan came in and waved a plastic bag full of pot. He had only brought one -- it was a school night, after all. "The bong's on the deck. Who's coming out?" All the teens cleared the house for the deck.

Ryan had brought a super-bong of his own construction, nearly three-feet tall with a huge bowl. He got everyone sitting and lying on the patio chairs in a circle and started the bong around. The calm night air soon filled with a cloud of rich smoke. Sandy's body swayed as she said, "This is some deep shit."

The bong burned down and was repacked several times before Ryan exhaled and summed up the general mood: "I'm fucked up." He set the bong aside and looked around.

Beth, Connie, and Stephanie weren't happy. They didn't feel stoned and thought Ryan was bullshitting them about the pot. Each toke had given them a momentary flush, but it had faded in seconds. However, Sally and the boys were very stoned. Sally grabbed Curt, and the pair tottered off for the pool, holding each other up.

The doorbell rang, and Connie ran to answer it. She came back with Sami and Samman, the twin boys from a couple of houses over, and two girls Connie didn't know. Beth had invited them. Beth had told the boys that, with their father, uncle, and brother having to return to the Middle East for business, they might like some fun. The girls she invited to round out the numbers. Arlene and Kendra, two mismatched girls: Arlene short, stocky and a pale blonde; Kendra tall, thin, and black-skinned. Connie tried to introduce them, but Ryan quickly pointed out that the boys were all on the soccer team. He also gave Connie a disgusted look and said, "Since when do you invite ragheads and niggers to a party?"

Connie gave him a stare of disbelief. "What did you say?"

Sammi, Summan, and Kendra didn't look like this was the first time someone called them this.

Ryan's mouth spoke down to the top of Connie's head. "Squirt, I said 'since when do you invite ragheads and niggers to a party?' "

Connie's finger flashed across and hit a nerve just above Ryan's navel. The boy doubled over in pain. Connie leaned over him, and said in a calm voice, "Apologize to our guests."

Ryan, panting for breath, had enough to say, "Fuck you."

Connie took his left hand and squeezed the fat flesh between his thumb and index fingers. "Ryan, I asked you nicely to apologize. No one insults a guest of ours." The boy's eyes released a downfall of tears. He shuddered under the pain.

"Apologize."

Sammi stepped forward. "This is not necessary, Connie. We are subjected to this routinely by some of our team members. We are used to it."

Kendra said, "Make him hurt, little girl."

Connie's blue eyes glistened as she said to Sammi, "No one should ever be used to this." Ryan fell to his knees when Connie tightened her grip. The terror in his eyes led Connie to loosen her hold enough for him to talk.

"I... ap... ol... o... gize."

Connie held her grip. "You will never call anyone this again. In fact, tomorrow you're going to dump these two loser friends of yours and do your best to make Sammi and Samman comfortable on the team, even if it means correcting the behavior of your teammates."

Ryan nodded. Connie let him go, and he dropped to the deck.

She looked at Curt and Bobby. "Do I have a problem with you two?"

They quickly shook their heads.

Ryan sat up on the ground and looked up at Connie. "What was that? Some kind of Kung Fu shit?"

Beth interrupted, "Connie's a Buddhist." Connie gave Beth an odd stare.

Ryan got up rubbing his elbow, "Well you should have said so. Buddhists kick ass."

Connie giggled and said, "Well, just remember that, then. Bobby, give our guests some of the excellent smoke we just shared." Connie saw what the pot did to the others and was beginning to suspect she was now immune to the drug's effect. It should give the new arrivals quite a high though.

Bobby pulled his new friends into a circle, and soon they were a laughing as if they had been friends for life, melded into a union by Connie's power and a bag of pot.

Beth whispered to Connie, "That was pretty cool."

The younger girl nodded. "It just came to me. I didn't know I could do shit like that. I mean I've ordered people around, but I've didn't know I could hurt someone like that."

Ryan gave Kendra the bag. He noticed that she was pretty hot. "Here, take this. I feel really shitty about what I said earlier."

Kendra took the half-full bag back and said, "No problem, me and the boys here will have a little more, if you don't mind." Arlene was lying back against the deck fence and staring into space.

Ryan spotted Beth talking to Connie. "Sure, I'll be back in a while." Ryan waited until Beth looked his way. He yelled, "Can I interrupt?"

Connie sniggered, "You may, Ryan."

He keeping his distance from Connie, he looked at Beth and said, "Wanna go swimming?" Beth trotted over, he took her hand, and they headed for the pool. Connie and Stephanie looked at Bobby, the leftover boy; he was a tall, skinny kid that looked like he had never talked to a girl before. The two girls took him and led him into the house.

Connie said, "Let's use Bob and Carol's room. Carol has a nice toy collection."

Bobby looked dazed, "We're going to play with toys? What kind of toys? I've got an erector set. The giant one with 2,000 parts."

Stephanie laughed at the boy, "Well, Bobby, Connie and I have an erection set."

"Hey, cool, what to you build with that?" Bobby giggled under the pot load he was carrying. The girls still thought it strange that they felt nothing while everyone else did. The trio walked into Bob and Carol's room. The pot made Bobby a bit paranoid about being in the adult bedroom. He sensed powers at work here he didn't understand. He looked nervously from Connie to Stephanie like a rabbit sitting between two cats; they seemed tame, but the threat of violence was still there.

Connie knew the toys were in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Connie said to the stoned boy, "Bobby go lie down, we'll be right with you."

Bobby's imagination was not up to the full uses that Connie and Stephanie could make of him. While Bobby could talk a good "girl" game in the locker room, his knowledge was all from late-night cable television and Internet porn. He had zero real-life experience; he didn't even have a sister. The tone of Connie's voice compelled him to obey. He spread out on his back in the middle of the bed. He watched Connie whisper to Stephanie, who giggled. Stephanie got on the bed, snuggled up to Bobby, and started kissing him. Bobby experienced the soft lips of a girl for the first time, and soon after, the velvet wet tongue of a girl. He pushed his tongue into the game. The virgin boy with only a little make-out experience didn't realize he had fallen into a pit of hungry lionesses.

Connie and Stephanie, recalling their assault on the cheerleaders during the sleepover, moved around the innocent boy. Stephanie distracted him with her kisses while Connie pulled a rope from Carol's bedpost and attached a handcuff to it. She did the same from the other side and handed one to Stephanie. Connie nodded, and Bobby heard the clicks simultaneously. He tried to move his hands. He looked up at his bonds and then heard the loud click from his feet. The girls sat up, grinning. Bobby saw Stephanie lick her lips. Stephanie took a small key and showed it to Bobby. She set it on Carol's dressing table. Connie moved over to Stephanie and began kissing her. Bobby leaned back, said a thank-you prayer and lifted his head again to watch his own homegrown porno movie.

Connie's miniskirt dropped to the floor, and Bobby saw a real pussy for the first time, the fat, puffy lips so pink and so wet. Stephanie's shorts fell, and Bobby's eyes flicked back and forth faster than at a Chinese ping-pong match. The girls climbed on the bed. Bobby tried to move and jerked on his cuffs. He thought this couldn't be so bad. How wrong he was.

Beth and Ryan were on the diving board over the quiet pool. Beth lay under Ryan, his body pressed hotly against her nudity. The swimmers' clothes had disappeared a few minutes ago. Through the gloom, Beth could see Sally and Curt on the lounge chair. Sally had her heels beside her head, and Curt was pumping her pussy with his long cock. Beth could hear her whispered encouragements to fuck her harder. Curt was an experienced cocks man and held on to his orgasm until Sally squealed out with hers.

Beth's attention was attracted back to Ryan by the seven-inch cock working into her pussy. He wasn't Pete, but he did feel damn good, she thought. Ryan slowly fucked her. Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and kicked his ass into a faster pace. "Harder, faster, fuck me." Ryan liked her attitude and thrust his hardest into her. She rubbed her ring on his flanks and the energy flow into his body spurred him on to Beth's pleasure. Ryan's balls ached for his release, but he could not open the floodgates of his climax. Beth's power held him in check until she reached her climax. She screamed as her orgasm rolled over her, and the cum was ripped from Ryan's balls. It poured forth into Beth and flooded her pussy, warming it and bathing her hot walls.

The boy collapsed. He didn't know he had just had the best fuck of his life, and would spend years telling his psychiatrist about it and his efforts to have another like it.

As Beth caught her breath, she heard a scream. She looked around to see who was missing. Kendra and the twins were in a sandwich on the patio, with Kendra's dark chocolate between the boy's brown caramels. Arlene was rubbing the twins asses. Connie and Stephanie! Bobby! Oh, shit, she thought. She pushed Ryan off the diving board and into the water. She ran down the board, and raced for her house.

She was racing up the stairs when she heard another scream. Shoving the door open, she stopped and took in the scene of Stephanie mounted on Bobby's cock. Connie sitting on his mouth and holding one of her mother's scented candles. Connie dripped melted wax on the boy's stomach. Beth saw clothespins on his nipples and under Stephanie several clothespins attached to his balls. She saw he was handcuffed to her parents' bed and his cut-up clothes were on the floor.

"Connie, are you trying to get us all arrested? You're raping the boy!"

Connie kept her perch. "No, we're not. He loves this. Don't you, Bobby?"

She rose and the boy shouted, "Please give me back your pussy, Mistress Connie." He pushed up his head, trying to reach Connie's pussy.

"See, he loves it."

Stephanie fucked his cock and surged to her orgasm. She wasn't stopping, no matter what Beth said. Connie ground her young cunt lips into Bobby's mouth. Stephanie went over the edge, and Bobby pumped her pussy full with his first load of cum.

Connie screamed at the boy to keep licking her. Bobby began to struggle as Connie's weight cut off his air supply. She was almost there when Beth jumped on the bed and knocked her off Bobby's face. The boy gasped for breath. Connie hit the floor hard on the other side of the bed. Her leg hit the night table, and Carol's antique lamp crashed to the floor.

"You bitch!" Connie leaped up on the bed and slammed her body into Beth's midsection; the two tumbled off the bed to the floor on the other side, where the matching lamp landed on its shade and the bulb shattered. Connie landed hard on Beth, who shoved her off and rolled on top of her. Connie rolled them over again, and her hand twisted Beth's arm behind her. "Don't you ever stop me when I'm cumming!" She screamed. Bobby watched the girls in terror.

Beth bucked her ass, and Connie flew forward, striking her head against Carol's dressing table. A chunk of wood broke off, and Connie landed upside down against the wall. Beth rose to her feet and dragged Connie by her ankle to the middle of the room. Stephanie stayed on the sidelines and watched, thinking that this wasn't her fight. Beth stood panting over Connie, who swept out a leg and tripped Beth, who landed with a loud "Umph." Ryan came running up the stairs and ran between the girls. Connie slapped his face. The boy's head spun halfway around, and he collapsed to the ground. Beth leaped on Connie, and the two rolled across the floor until they slammed into the bed.

Connie pulled free and stood up. Beth tottered to her feet, and Connie charged her, driving her into the wall. The sheet rock behind Beth cracked and caved in. She slumped to the floor briefly, but shook her head and leaped to her feet again. Connie charged her again, but Beth kicked out her foot and diverted the force of Connie's charge through the open doorway. Connie vanished, and everyone in the bedroom flinched at the sound of the crash from the hallway. Beth stepped into the doorway to see Connie's body sticking out from the wall with her head gone. She pushed hard against the cracked sheetrock, and her head came free, covered in white powder like a Kabuki actor. She turned to Beth and extended her hand. "Truce." Beth giggled at Connie's pale face and took her hand. Connie rolled backward, her foot driving into Beth's stomach and sending her over Connie's head down the middle of the stairs. Beth went into a fetal position and rolled down the stairs, bouncing from step to step. She rolled ten feet down the hallway and crashed into the couch in the living room, knocking it two feet back and scarring the hardwood floor.

Beth lay there a moment, considering her options, then stood up and started back up the stairs. She was halfway up the stairs when Connie jumped from the top and landed on Beth. They both rolled backward, entwined in a tight ball until they struck the couch, breaking an arm loose. Connie jammed a foot on the couch arm and flew into the air to do a single spin to land on the other arm.

Beth, her eyes blazing, pulled her father's prized Japanese ceremonial sword from the wall and held it like a baseball bat and circled Connie. "Move, bitch, and I'll cut you in half."

Beth swung from her heels at Connie's waist. Connie went straight up and started a mid-air tumble when the sword caught her ankle. It rebounded off -- leaving the skin uncut -- with such force that the sword flew from Beth's hands, flying though the picture window, slicing the curtains and shattering the glass.

Connie leaped through the window and landed, naked, in the front yard. She picked up the sword and threw it back at Beth, who batted it aside. It slammed into Bob's big screen TV, shattering the display.

The younger girl leaped back into living room, slamming into Beth again. They tumbled backward into the china cabinet. Dishes crashed to the ground, adding to the broken glass on the floor. The girls danced in circles around each other, ignoring the glass fragments. They slammed together like sumo wrestlers, pushing and shoving until Connie tripped and fell through the glass coffee table, landing on six-inch daggers of glass that broke against her flesh.

She was struggling to get out when the front door opened and Paul entered. He towered over them and a golden glow surrounded his head. He pointed at Connie and Beth and they both froze in place. Each girl looked at him in fear.

"STOP THIS NOW!!" He screamed at them, tying them in place with his voice.

Stephanie calmly walked down the steps. "Beth started it."

Beth would have screamed at the bitch, if she could have moved.

Paul's eyes stared at her as the Instructor played back the tape of the incident in Paul's mind.

"No, she didn't. Connie did." He said it with a stern finality that shut Stephanie up. "Stephanie, get all non-Family members and bring them down here." She vanished up the steps.

"You two go sit on the couch. Not a word." His eyes kept their responses in check as they sat on the unleveled couch.

Stephanie called down, "Paul, one is unconscious. I think he might be dead."

"Shit." Paul ran up the steps. Ryan was lying face down on the floor, a giant bruise blossoming on the side of his face. The boy's head was tilted at an impossible angle. Paul could see that he was still breathing, but just barely. He rubbed his ring over the boy's neck and waited. A crowd of teenagers formed around the boys on the floor. Ryan's neck slowly straightened. The boy slowly came around and sat up.

Paul stood up and ordered Ryan, "You will go home. You will remember you attended a dull party at Beth's house. The party was so dull, you will never come to another party here."

He nodded.

"You will also stop drinking and using pot. You will study in school. You will work hard and change your attitude. Do you understand?"

Ryan smiled at Paul and again nodded.

"Now get the hell out of here." Ryan raced off leaving his beer and his pot. He wouldn't need either any more.

Paul pointed to the boy on the bed. "Who are you?"

"Bobby McCalister."

"Bobby, did you hear the instructions I gave Ryan?"

He nodded.

"The same applies to you. Stephanie, let him go." Stephanie worked around the circle of limbs with the key. Bobby got up and picked up his destroyed clothes. He tried to put them on, but they fell off of him. Paul walked to the door and yelled, "Beth, get up here now!" She was in the door before the sound faded. "Give him a pair of your father's sweatpants and a tee shirt." Beth rummaged in a walk-in closet and offered the clothes to Bobby. He dressed and was gone.

"Beth, was that it, two boys?"

"No. Curt, Sally, Kendra, Arlene, and the Mohammed twins are also out back."

"Stephanie, go find them and bring them here."

Paul looked at the damage: the broken dresser, the damaged dry wall, the destroyed couch, the broken picture window, the shattered dishes, the wrecked television. Shit, he shook his head unbelievingly, how could things could get so out of control? I take a fucking nap and these little cunts can't keep their legs closed! Wait... Someone was missing.

"Where the fuck is Pete?"

Beth said, "We don't know. We haven't seen him since school."

"He's still at Julie's?"

"I don't know. No one answers there."

"Shit." He mentally queried the Instructor.

The Instructor's voice told Paul that Pete was all right.

Paul looked over his three young ladies. "You will all clean up this mess. I want all the glass off the floor. I want the picture window covered, in case it rains. I want all evidence of a party gone." He shook his head. "How could this happen? Whatever were you thinking, Connie, that you and Beth could fight to the death about anything? When the mess is cleaned up, Connie and Beth, you're confined to your rooms until school tomorrow. Stephanie, come with me.

Paul surveyed the damage again and shook his head. As he left, Stephanie turned back to the girls starting on their cleanup. She stuck out her tongue at them, licked her lips, and waved.

Connie whispered to Beth, "I'll get that little cunt for this."

"Yeah, she deserves it."

The doorbell rang, and then rang again. Allie woke up between her daughter and Pete. She scrambled over Pete and pulled her robe on. Pete woke up immediately. "Are you expecting someone?"

"No. Why?"

"Wait until I get my pants and shirt on before you open the door."

Allie did as he said, not opening the door until he was standing next to her. When she opened the door, she faced a uniformed policemen and another dressed in a cheap suit.

"Yes?" She was surprised at the police. Pete wasn't.

"Ma'am, I'm Detective Miller. This is Patrolman Johnson. Could we speak to Julie Wagner, please?"

"She's sleeping right now."

"Could we speak to her, anyway? We need to talk to her about the incident in the woods."

Pete spoke up. "What incident in the woods?"

"Who are you, son?"

"Julie's friend, Pete Mathews. We walked home from school together today."

"Did you take the path though the woods?"

"Yes, we did."

"Did you see anything unusual?"

"No. Like what?"

"Son, there was a double homicide in the woods. Two high school students where knifed on the path. One boy claims that Julie Wagner and a younger boy attacked them and killed his friends. The boy's description matches you, son. Ma'am, we really need to talk to your daughter."

"I'll go wake her and bring her down."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Allie went off to get her.

"Now, son, did you see anything unusual? You didn't meet anyone in the woods?"

"We didn't see anything along the path." Pete calmly lied.

"The boy claims someone looking like you attacked them. That you stabbed them, killing his two friends."

"Detective, I don't carry a knife or knives with me. I never have."

"I didn't say you did. The murder weapons have been identified as belonging to the victims."

"Detective, perhaps the boy you have really killed them and is trying to blame Julie and I."

"But why you?"

"Maybe they saw us walk through the woods." The police officer noted Pete's utter calm. He found it difficult to believe that this boy murdered two people today and didn't show the slightest fear or nervousness. Kids this young break easily under pressure.

Allie arrived with her daughter. The officer was taken with the young girl's beauty. "Julie Wagner?"

She nodded, still groggy and slightly surprised at being awoken to answer the policemen's questions.

Detective Miller continued with her. "You and this boy walked home together through the woods today."

"Yes, we did."

"Did you meet anyone?"

"No."

"No one harassed you while walking through the woods?"

"No." The officer saw that she had the same innocent calm as the boy.

Detective Miller could see he wasn't making progress, here. The officer couldn't believe these two had ever witnessed a double murder of insects; they were just too calm.

The detective tapped his notebook. "Ma'am, I think that's all, right now. If we need to talk to you again, I'll call and come over." He turned to go out the door, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Allie closed the door, "What a terrible thing! Young boys murdered in the woods. Julie, I don't want you and Pete in those woods again. When you come home, I want you on a sidewalk where people can see you."

"Okay, Mom. I wonder who it was? They didn't say."

"We should have asked, honey. Pete, isn't it just awful with people being murdered so close to home?" Allie showed real concern. Her neighborhood had always been such a safe place.

Pete offered, "I know, Allie. It's probably got something to do with drugs, a drug deal gone bad."

Allie nodded in the face of Pete's firm pronouncement.

"Let's go back up to bed." He took her hand, and she followed him willingly.

Satisfied that neither remembered the events of earlier in the day, he took Allie upstairs and fucked her again. Driving more firmly into her mind her attachment to him. He took Julie next, working his hardest to bond her to him. When he left them, he knew both women would firmly back up the story that he and Julie saw nothing on the path through the woods, if any police ever asked again.

Pete returned home around ten. As he went in the back door, he didn't notice the damage at first. He then saw the broken couch and the boards covering the front picture window. He ran upstairs and found Beth in bed, sleeping.

He took off his clothes and slid in with his sister. She rolled over, laid her head on his chest and went back to sleep. She could tell him the story in the morning. He was sure she would have a good story to tell.

Albert was the first to wake up. He saw the lawyer and Eddie still unconscious. The SUV was gone. The neighborhood was deserted and quiet, but Albert's sense of survival said that the longer they stayed there, the more likely something nasty would happen to them. He was surprised to find his gun still in his shoulder holster.

He got to his knees and reached over to wake Eddie. It took some good shaking, but soon his partner came around. Eddie motioned over to Waverly, still out on the grass.

They picked him up and carried him back to their minivan. They found his keys and locked him in the van. Eddie motioned Albert to follow him, and they went into the crack house.

Two Dollar knew mob men when he saw them though the spy hole. He let them in through the broken door.

"What happened to the door?" Eddie could see the ripped hinges.

"Rats." Two Dollar explained and sat back down behind his table.

Eddie said, "You have a junkie named Randy in here tonight?"

"No, man. I just got a couple of crack whores sleeping in the back."

"We saw a man and a woman leave here about a half-hour ago. Who were they?"

"Don't know. Never seen 'em in here."

"Listen, stupid, I saw them leave here. The man was carrying a guy who looked a lot like that junkie we're looking for."

"I tell ya, no one came in here looking like that."

Eddie leaned on the table and stared down Two Dollar - or tried to. "And I say they did."

The two held each other's gaze long past the time Eddie was used to. No one stared him down. The fear of who he was and whom he represented always got to them. Two Dollar was different. His eyes told Eddie he didn't give a shit who they were; he wasn't going to answer his question.

Eddie's fist flew out and knocked Two Dollar back against the wall. Blood ran out of his nose. The black man calmly rubbed away the blood and stood back up. Albert pulled out his gun and aimed it at Two Dollar's nose, saying "Talk," one of his few English words.

"Man, I don't know nothing. No one came in here, and no one left. How much plainer can I get?"

Albert pulled the hammer back on the gun. Two Dollar looked down the black hole of death and calmly flicked his eyes up to Albert's and smiled.

Eddie put his hand under Albert's gun and pressed up toward the ceiling. "No." Albert holstered the gun. "He's not going to talk, and Moe said he didn't want it messy. Something's going on here and he's not going to tell us, even if we kill him."

Albert didn't follow the sentence. Eddie nodded toward the broken door.

"Let's go out and see if Waverly is awake yet."

He was. He had his head back on the headrest, groaning from the pain. Eddie got in on the driver's side and turned back to talk to the lawyer.

"What the fuck happened back there?"

"I don't know, but we got trashed. Moe's gonna be pissed."

Eddie said, "Gimme the keys, and we'll go back to the hotel and figure out what to do next."

Waverly went through his pockets looking for the keys. "Shit, my wallet's missing!" He absently handed over the keys while looking around for his missing billfold.

Eddie told Albert in Italian, "Go back and look for his wallet."

"I wonder if the guy took it while I was out. Shit, what the fuck happened back there?" Waverly stared at Eddie. "Where the fuck were you when the guy was knocking me out?"

"He must have been some kind of Special Forces. He took us out before we could kill him."

"I got the license number on the Navigator when we walked up. Let's get back to the hotel, check it out and call Moe. He's going to be pissed, but I wonder if he knows he has some rough competition on this casino of his."

Waverly lay back and moaned from the pain running though his head. Albert came back with no wallet. Waverly thought, fuck me.