Fortune

Fortune

Fortune

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copyrighted by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This is the continuation of Life in Peril, which is the continuation of Life Interrupted, the origin story.

My cell phone had been monitored by the police when Tori Clift called. She had been instructed to have me meet her at the mall where my car was parked last time they absconded with me. But it was not to be. This was merely a diversion.

When I left work, as I walked to my car, I was approached by a woman. A woman I'd known. It was Happy, the woman my husband had cheated on me with almost a year ago. She looked panic-stricken.

"It's Charlie, Lu. Come with me. We can take your car if you'd like."

Like any shooter looking to hit a moving target, you shoot where the target is going to be, not where it was. Hence, the police were waiting at the mall where I was supposed to meet Tori Clift, or whatever her name is, and not tracking me. Mort was working with limited resources.

"I'll drive, Lu. I know where I'm going."

Happy got into the driver's seat, and I sat in the passenger seat awaiting the next move. The next move was unexpected when, again, I felt that little pinch as Happy grabbed my arm. Again, I fell into a deep sleep. It took all of fifteen seconds and I was out. You'd think I would wise up.

When I awoke, I was in a completely different house. One I'd never been to before. And this time I wasn't sitting back in a lounge chair. I was tied, hand and foot, to a bed, on my back, spread out and naked as the day I was born. I was alone, fuzzy-headed, wondering what would come next. Did Trey know I had deceived him? Was he about to kill me, or worse, torture me to death. Considering what I'd done to him, I expected no less.

The room was cold, as if they'd turned the air conditioning to maximum and just let it run. My goosebumps had goosebumps, and my puffy nipples stood erect for any and all to see.

Why, I asked myself, was this happening? Had Trey learned something about my participation in the capture and killing of his mates and coconspirators? Or was it some sick game he decided to play to assure my compliance with his wishes?

After what must have been an hour, Happy appeared in the room. She was dressed and had a look on her face that said, 'I'm in charge.' Certainly, I wasn't, and I went to ask her what the fuck was going on, but all I could do was gurgle. The ring gag in my mouth prevented any words from coming out.

I shook my head to attempt to dislodge the gag, but it was going nowhere. Here I lay spread-eagle, buck naked and unable to speak. And Happy had my attention. My full attention.

"Tell me, bitch, do you want the gag out of your mouth?"

I couldn't speak, so I just nodded my head.

"Well, it's gonna come at a price. You willing to pay the price, Lucille?"

Having no alternative at this point, I nodded my head again, looking in her direction. A big smile crossed her face.

"Good. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. Your husband eats a mean pussy, Lu. I understand it runs in the family. Let's see what that tongue of yours can do." And she removed the ring gag and tossed it aside. "You don't do a good job, and it's going right back on. Understood?"

"Yes," I said demurely. Almost in a whisper, and still nodding my head. This wouldn't be the first pussy I'd been made to eat.

I shook my shackles to get her attention in the hope that she would release me so that I could do a proper job. But she just removed her pants and panties, crawled up to the head of the bed and straddled my face, and I was nose to pussy. Just like that.

She squatted down over my face and covered my nose and mouth with her entire crotch.

"Eat!" she said. "I want you to suck my pussy dry. Do it now!"

And I did. I licked and sucked and prodded and poked with my tongue, attempting to get her off my nose so that I could breathe while administering to her stinkin' cunt. All the while I asked myself what Charlie saw in this thick-assed bitch.

It didn't take long before she was leaking all over my face, and moaning loud enough to be heard in the next room.

"Suck on that clit, Lu. Make me come. Your reputation precedes you, and I'm expecting a big climax. Stick that tongue up my cooch, girl. I'm not coming off this face till I'm coming on it. So, get to it."

And I did. I worked my tongue up and over her folds and along her slit and stopped briefly to suck on her clit, just for effect. She was definitely feeling it as she plunged her pussy into my mouth over and over again like she was fucking my face.

"Agghh, keep going. Don't you dare stop now or I'll slap your titties silly. Till they turn bright red." And she leaned back and gave me a swat on my left breast. That was enough to make me redouble my efforts, and my tongue was reaching for her G-spot as best it could.

She came once and creamed my face. "Keep going, bitch. Don't you dare fuckin' stop." And I didn't. After consuming her pussy sputum, I just buried my tongue as far up her vagina as I could and went for it again. This time concentrating on her clitoris. All the time my chains were rattling as I tried to find purchase to bring her to completion once more.

I was so involved I barely noticed that two men entered the bedroom. Two large black men. They were unfamiliar to me, but I knew the type. I could see that this wasn't going to end with Happy. But I got the feeling someone was going to get a happy ending. Just not me.

Despite being tied down, I am a bisexual woman, and I was feeling a bit wet myself after what seemed like an hour of eating out the gal who wore number sixty-six, a number that had been burned into my mind after staring at it cross-eyed all this time. Like so many of Urban's girls, she'd had her hair lasered off, and her bald pussy greeted me and held my attention for all this time.

I hadn't seen the men enter the room, but I now saw them out of the corner of my eye, as they started to undress. Looks like Act Two is getting ready to roll. Frankly, I was ready for something different, and sex with large black men was not foreign to me. Nor undesirable.

However, neither of these men were Trey Fortune. So, whatever happened to me would be second rate at best. And why would Trey let someone else fuck me if I was available to him? Shit! Was he not even here? Was I even being tracked at this point? The tracker had a somewhat limited range, and I knew that Mort and his crew would be waiting at the mall, where I was supposed to be, in order to keep a close tail on me and catch the bad guys. Trey apparently was prepared for that eventuality.

After I made the aptly named Happy come for a second time, one of the men bellowed out that it is their turn. "Bitch," he said. "Get off that piece of ass. It's our turn now. Right, Dex?"

"Fuckin' right, Turner," the other man said. "Gimme the fuckin' keys. We need to free the bitch up to do what we're gonna do. Y' hear?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Dex." And Happy jumped up off of me and ran out of the room, only to return minutes later with a set of keys. By the time she returned, I had Dex's big black cock in my mouth and I was sucking away at it to beat the band.

As I sucked that big dick, Happy ran around the bed unlocking the shackles at my hands and feet and freed me up so that these two big boys could have their way with me. They did not appear concerned that I would try to run away. There was no way I was a match for either of them, let alone both.

Turner, like his late boss Urban, was a pussy man. A real pussy pleaser and, as I sucked Dex's cock, he attacked my now wet pussy. Now that the chains were off, I squeezed his head with my damp thighs and posed no resistance to the man who was tuning me up.

You could say I was preoccupied, but not so much that the thought of Trey Fortune didn't cross my mind. Where the fuck is he, and why am I not fucking him? More importantly, did they know about my part in outing the Mann organization, and am I now going to get fucked to death by scores of black men. Wet as that thought got me, it didn't really appeal to me. But what a way to go.

After about fifteen minutes of sucking and being sucked, I was sloppy wet and ready to fuck. ANYBODY. These two men wouldn't have been my first choice, but certainly not my last. They were well built and had the kind of equipment that was suitable for taking me where I just loved to go.

Turner was hard already, and he decided to forego my usual complimentary blow job, so while I continued to administer to Dex, orally, Turner mounted me and shoved his large, thick dick into the great abyss that is my pussy and just started pounding away like he hadn't been fucked in a dogs age. And, baby, I was feelin' it. I was feelin' it big time. But still, no Trey. Except in my mind's eye.

Dex pulled out of my mouth after a time and went into the bathroom, coming back with a bottle of something. Lube, I hoped.

"Roll your ass over, Turner, and bring her to the corner of the bed. I want that ass. And I'm a gonna take it."

Turner did roll over and brought us to the edge of the bed while still inserted in my wet, juicy pussy. Dexter came up behind me and I could feel it as the cool liquid poured down the crack of my ass and into my butt hole. He smeared it around and inserted a finger in my ass and then two. He wiggled them around and plunged them third knuckle deep and began to fuck my ass with his two fingers. All the while, Turner kept fucking my pussy, slowly now to allow his buddy to mount me from behind.

Once suitably lubed up himself, Dex slowly maneuvered that big dick of his into my asshole and started to move in and out of me at a slow, easy pace. At first it hurt, but after a dozen or so strokes I was growing comfortable with the double penetration. This was not my first rodeo, but it had been a long while since I'd had two in me at the same time. Charlie and I had played with a butt plug, but it was different. Very different.

I came first. It was a foregone conclusion. Just do the math: Two big black cocks, plus one Queen of Spades, equals multiple orgasms.

It wasn't rip-roaring, but it was sizeable. That much friction in one small, contained space equals gut-wrenching spasms and release of bodily fluids. And the sweat always pours off participants in a good three-way. And it did for us. But I have to lean into it, or it will break me. Four hundred and fifty pounds against little old hundred and twenty-five pound me. It's a lot to carry.

It's lovely to come, but one must sally forth into the good night and continue the fight. That's one. Number two coming up. And I'm doing my best to claim number two as well. The longer I hold these guys back the more dick I get to claim. And the name...of the game... is Claim.

After catching my breath and steadying my resolve, I lunged back and down at the same time and gave the boys a little nudge. Nudge received.

We worked for a minute to get a steady rhythm going; three moving as one. And we did. And so, we did the dance. Sometimes shifting the emphasis onto one partner for a time, then going back and accommodating the other. And we went from mambo, to waltz, to tango. It was bold and sometimes a bit brutal, given the unevenness of the participants. But we worked it out. We worked it out just fine.

We didn't get into too many acrobatics and there was no switching around. They just fucked me as hard as they could and as fast as they could until they each came. One in my pussy and one in my ass.

Dexter came first, in my ass, and I could feel it as my butthole went from slick to squishy. And as he started to soften, he pulled out of me. Turner lifted me up, tossed me on the bed and re-entered me. Then he went for it with all his might. All two hundred and fifty pounds of him.

I was close to that last great cum, and I could feel my entire being welling up in preparation for the big explosion that would accompany my final climax. Turner had other ideas and he started to stiffen up, ready to pump me full of his seed.

"Oh, please, Turner, keep fucking me. I need to come. KEEP GOING!"

And he did. I could tell when he orgasmed, and I wrapped my legs as far around his back as I could, pulling him into me. That's when the lights suddenly got bright and a soul wrenching orgasm possessed my very being. He was softening up inside me as I tried to grasp him with my vulva to get him to pump me just one more time. Yes, I saw stars. But I believe he did too.

The boys had me clean them up with my mouth, and they got dressed, leaving me naked on the bed. I was thoroughly fucked, and the better for it. So I thought.

But I still hadn't seen Trey.

"Hey, Dex, where's Trey?"

"I don't know, Sistah, I only know he ain't here."

"Oh, wait a minute. What the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck..."

"What do you mean, what the fuck? You better talk to Trey."

"I was brought here to fuck you guys, not to see Trey?"

"I don't know nothin' about that."

"And how about you, silent Turner; don't you have something to say?"

"I got nothin' to say, 'cept talk to Trey."

"Oh, I'll talk to Trey, alright."

In my naivete I told my Apple Watch to call Trey. It went to voicemail; the message left by the cheery voice of a female. A white woman.

You've reached the voicemail of Trey Fortune. If you really think you're going to catch him using this phone you are fooling yourself. You can leave a message if you want to. Happy hunting.

*Beeeep*

"Trey, It's Lu. What the fuck? Call me."

*Click*

This is the Urban Mann method of communication. Trey's cell phone is constantly on the move. It goes from person to person and place to place. Evading all ability for law enforcement to catch it. When messages are left, they are forwarded to other phones randomly, where Trey can retrieve them. There are generally delays in Trey receiving these messages but with him, it's always all things in due time.

"Alright, you two. Tell me what Trey told you to do with me when you were done fucking me."

"He didn't say to do nothin'. Just not to let you out of this room. That's all."

"What if I gotta pee?"

"I'll escort you."

"How comforting."

"Aint nothin' I ain't already seen six ways to Sunday, anyhow."

"I'm fine for now, but..."

Then the cell phone rang, and I picked it up on my Apple Watch.

"Hello, this is Lucille."

"Hello, this is Trey."

"Where the fuck are you, where the fuck am I, and why aren't we together? And what the fuck's with whoring me out. I ain't in that business no more, Trey. Pick another number."

"Please, Lu. I've already got four out working for me, including sixty-one and sixty-six. I need resources, Lu, and you can't get resources without money. And right now, I need all I can get."

"So, you whore me out? You motherfucker!"

"Come on, Lu. Help a brother out. I'm just tryin' to stay alive and free."

"Not my problem, Trey. My problem is getting home to my husband. And the sooner the better."

"I'll be right there, Lu. Just give me fifteen minutes."

*Click*

Thirty-five minutes later, a car pulls up the driveway and out jump the driver and the front seat passenger. They call it riding shotgun, and he was. Twelve gauge, double-ought buckshot and all. Once these two looked around some, out steps Trey from the back seat. And he scurries right into the house.

I started screaming as soon as I heard the front door slam shut.

"Trey Fortune, you better get your black ass up here and let me out of this fucking room. RIGHT NOW!"

Clop-clop-clop, up the stairs I could hear him coming, and the door opens, and he appears. He never just enters; heappears. And that face. And the expression that just says, 'I'm sorry.' Makes ya wanna eat him alive when you really want to bite his head off. So, I split the difference. I didn't melt, but I softened.

But still, Trey is Trey. "Smells like pussy in here. I know that scent of Lu's anywhere."

"Is that your idea of flirtation, Trey? If so, try again."

"You're one tough bitch, Lu."

"If I was one tough bitch, I wouldn't be here, Trey. What is it you want with me?"

"Come downstairs. Let's have a cup of coffee and talk."

"Sounds serious."

"My life is nothing but serious, Lu."

"Yeah, you're talkin' Trey-serious, not real-life serious. You should be in fuckin Mexico by now."

"I'm tryin', Lu. Just need money. Need a big score. And I need a bottom bitch. A bottom bitch like you, Lu. Nobody is finer and nobody does it better. But right now, what I need is the word about the cops from my bottom bitch. That's what I need, first and foremost. What's your cop friend saying about me."

"He's apprehended a number of your people using digital images from neighboring cameras, DNA and fingerprint information and just by talking to some of the neighbors of the various people they are busting. He has no idea where you are. But as quickly as you put your girls on the street, they will sweep them up. If they are numbered, they are going through the system. That's what I know." My speech right out of the Mort Humphrey playbook. And he appears to be buying it, 'cause I'm not being fucked to death. And I'm not being tortured. Not even interrogated.

"Boy, that's a lot to know, but it really doesn't help me. Do I stay here, or do I move on? It's like a coin flip getting a right answer. I think..."

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM! Shots rang out from outside. I looked and didn't see anyone standing outside and then the front door swung open and in walked Charlie Allyard. My dearest, darling husband. Looking all dapper with his Glock in his left hand and a shotgun in his right.

BLAM! Charlie took out the one guy as he was going for his gun. The other guy didn't have a gun and threw his hands up. Trey had a forty-five which was now pointed at my temple, as I stood there in Trey's not so loving embrace.

"Drop it, Charlie. Drop it or I shoot her."

"Go ahead, Trey, shoot her. She's nothing but a dirty whore. Shoot her. And then I'm going to blow you away."

As he said that, Charlie was looking me in the eyes. He was sending me signals. I was picking up on his vibe. From that moment on I never took my eyes off his until he told me to.

"Go ahead Trey. You get to choose whether you live or die. Shoot her Trey. Do itNOW!

And I elbowed Trey right in the gut and ducked down out of his clutches, giving Charlie the target he needed, and it just took one good shot from that shotgun into Trey's chest, and it was all over. I was sprawled on the floor, splattered with blood. Trey was on the floor too. But he was dead. Real dead.

Eight minutes later the police came. Like there was going to be an invasion, they came. Always there in time to lay out the yellow tape. Now I was ready to give Sergeant Humphrey a few choice words.

Charlie had called them thirty minutes prior to him just saying 'fuck it' and going it alone. Thirty fucking minutes. Boy, did I give Mort Humphrey an earful. That my dear Charlie had to do this on his own is a travesty. But he saved the day, and no charges will be brought against him. He likes to say that he pleaded temporary sanity and the judge accepted that.

I accepted it too. After almost a year of totalinsanity, it looked like our long journey was at an end. Thank goodness. By chance, Charlie had come to my office to surprise me by taking me to a restaurant near work. When he saw what transpired at the parking lot with Happy, he followed us rather than just jumping in. On the way he called the police. He's not much of a detective, but Charlie made sure he followed that car to its destination and then faded into the background.