Prey For Me Ch. 07

"Belle was ambushed while on horseback by shotgun blasts on February 3, 1889. The murderer was never apprehended although there were numerous suspects including even her daughter Pearl and son Eddie, who both had threatened their mother publicly on occasion. Among other things, Belle had wrecked havoc with Pearl's planned marriage and conspired to have Pearl's first illegitimate daughter placed in an orphanage. After Belle died Pearl ended up penniless and homeless, made a living in a bordello and had another illegitimate daughter named Ruth who she gave up for adoption. Roxie has quite convincingly traced her genealogy back to this Ruth. Pearl later became somewhat of an outlaw herself but never matched her mother's legendary fame.

"Well guys, I guess that's enough reminiscing. Let me get to the event's of the past few days."

"Those are just incredible stories, Carmelita," Jack couldn't help but say. He was very impressed with her yarns but did want to get to the business and hand. "But yes, we better get to it before the trail gets cold. I have the feeling you could spin tales for hours and hours and hours."

"OK, Jack-off, don't be rude now!" she spat in mock anger and all three of them were laughing heartily.

"Candy and Roxie," Carmelita continued, "were not, how should I put this, monogamous. They never were and never will be. Those two had other sexual partners besides their husbands and the doctor dudes understood that from day one. I'd put it this way, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement for Candy and Roxie and their husbands. Both these guys are in their late forties with grown children. Bernard's wife died a year before he met Candy and Henry had been divorced for several years before he met Roxie. What Bernard and Henry got was beautiful much younger wives, an occasional sexual partner and a trophy to show off to their friends. What Candy and Roxie got was money, security and a life of leisure and play. Cruises, exotic vacations, furs, jewelry, a fabulous home and intelligent conversation and companionship.

"Sounds like a pretty good deal for all concerned to me and they all seemed to be quite pleased with their relationships. I almost bought into this deal myself but for the fact that I was already married which would have complicated matters significantly. I did have a torrid fling with one of Henry's friends, a gynecologist of all things. I'm now divorced from the guy I was married to at that time, went back to my maiden name and have a new main man, a biker. Not that I don't play around." With that, Carmelita winked at Jack, which was intentionally obvious and incredibly funny to Sam.

"I might add, well, I don't see why this matters, but Candy and Roxie are not entirely heterosexual and neither am I. We used to party with one another on occasion and simply had a swell time. You know, girls playing with girls. I mean, why should we limit ourselves to half the population when we can have it all? We even have partied with gay dudes. Hey, if you hitch up the strap-on, give a great blow-job, and what's the diff? We got into some real kinky stuff and would do tricks if the money was right.

"My boyfriend Hector was with me when we met Candy and Roxie and their new acquaintances for dinner on Sunday. My girlfriends had already been in Vegas for a couple days. I didn't come into town until Sunday because I wasn't competing until Monday afternoon, yesterday, and I didn't want to get too trashed up before my event. The girls had already been with Rameel and Turel as they called them for a couple days. I had never seen Candy and Roxie so infatuated with guys before. I mean, the girls were hanging all over them. Hector didn't like these guys at all. I thought they were going to get into a spat.

"Rameel was about six foot seven, long black hair, clean shaven and his face reminded me of Tom Cruise. The other one, Turel, was even taller and they looked like brothers, although they said they weren't. Now, Hector is big, but these guys were huge, very muscular and rugged looking. Hector has no fear though and I'm sure he was packing his piece as usual.

"Dinner did not go particularly well. The girlfriends barely talked to me because they were totally engrossed in every word their escorts spouted. The dudes were talking about erotic literature which was totally boring Hector. He is more of a slam, bam, thank you ma'am kinda guy. The dudes were talking about some books written by a guy named Sir Richard Burton or some such thing. They didn't mention Cleopatra, 'er I mean Elizabeth Taylor, though.

"Anyway, after dinner I made Hector promise to be good with various bribes and we all decided to go honky-tonking, at a place where Candy, Roxie and I used to hang out. I had ridden with Hector on his bike, a 1998 Harley Dyna Wide Glide, a 95th Anniversary Edition as he continually pointed out to me. I swear, that dude loves that bike more than pussy. But he liked the strangers' bikes better. He never drooled over me like he did those bikes."

Carmelita reached into her purse and pulled out a small tablet. "I had Hector describe these bikes and I wrote it down so I would know what the hell I was talking about. Rameel was riding a 1985 Softail with a sidecar. Red with blue flame. Turel was also riding a Softail, a Custom Trike, also red with blue flame. Hector said both bikes were easily worth over $30,000."

"The girls got on up behind the dudes and we burned to our favorite honky-tonk. I tried to pull Candy and Roxie off these dudes, to talk to them, and ask some questions. You know, curiosity killed the kitty. The girls just wouldn't leave those dudes for a second and didn't really show much interest in talking to me. We all danced and danced and finally sat down to quench our thirst.

"What happened next was not all that strange no matter how it sounds. Not like we never did stuff like this before just for kicks. Roxie suggested we blow our boyfriends right there in that honky-tonk. First thing I heard all night Hector smiled about. Hector is fairly long and really thick, but these dudes were totally huge. I was really getting off watching Candy and Roxie stroke and suck those monster dicks. I was playing with myself like crazy and at the same time trying to concentrate on Hector. Well, it wasn't long before cum was shooting all over the place. The look on the faces of some of the people who were watching was rather incredible.

"Soon after that Candy and Roxie wanted to leave. Roxie remarked 'Now it's my turn and I'm not spreading my legs and screaming my lungs out in this place.' We agreed to meet for breakfast the next morning at our favorite grits and grease place and we all split. Candy and Roxie and their boyfriends never showed up and then I got the message later that morning they had up and disappeared."

"Damn Carmelita, that is one hell of a tale," Sam said as she paused out of breath. "It's all true?"

"I believe you, darlin," Jack was quick to say. "It all just fits if you get my drift. Carmelita, anything else these two guys did, wore, said that struck you as very unusual?"

"Yeah, they kept chewing on dandelions, roots and all. They had their pockets filled with them. Very weird."

Sam looked puzzled but Jack didn't and said to him, "Makes sense to me. A young girl named Rachael told me the first of these big bikers, Danel, chewed dandelions. She told me that because the leaves of the dandelion look like a lion's teeth, the French named it 'dent de lion' which became dandelion in our language."

"The French also eat the dandelion. Rachael prompted me to do a little research. Dandelions are an excellent diuretic when digested, purging wastes from the body. The leaves are rich in iron, potassium and many vitamins. I recently ordered a salad for lunch with dandelion leaves, spinach, radishes, mustard greens, sweet onions all covered with a mixture of lemon juice and olive oil which was exquisitely delectable. The root is also edible and is beneficial for skin problems and arthritic conditions and used to prevent gallstones. Also it has been proven effective for yeast infections. Carmelita, perhaps you should have ate some?"

"No, I don't have that problem, Jack. And who would have known what people think is just a bothersome weed in their lawn is good for all that stuff?"

"Oh, there's more," Jack continued. "Good for snake bites. You of course can make wine with the leaves and a coffee substitute, although a mite bitter, with the roots. Ray Bradbury, of science fiction and ‘The Martian Chronicles’ fame, wrote a novel entitled ‘Dandelion Wine’ about a twelve-year old boy growing up in the summer of 1928. One of our Apollo astronauts like that book so much he named the Dandelion Crater on the Moon after it."

Jack paused and changed the subject slightly, "And I'll bet you, Carmelita, these two guys were wearing iron crosses, swastikas, around their necks. And they had scorpion insignias on the back of the black leather dusters they put on when they got on their bikes. Right?"

"Yeah, right, Jack. What, are you telepathic?"

"No, no, just good guessing based on some other reports. Anything else you can think of?"

Just then Sam’s beeper beckoned him. "I have to run out to my car and make a call on my cell phone. I’m sure this is the man I work for wanting information from the report that is in my briefcase on the front passenger seat."

As soon as Sam left, Carmelita crept under the table and was hidden by the tablecloth. No one saw her disappearing act. She unzipped Jack’s pants and pulled out his flaccid penis and put it all the way in her mouth. It didn’t take him long to stir. She gave him a fast and furious blow-job and he came within minutes. He was even surprised himself at how quickly he reached orgasm, but then he had always found that, thinking about Caitlin and the previous night, the more sex he had the more sex he wanted.

Carmelita crept back out from under the table, wiping the cum from her chin with her sleeve.

"What in the world was that for, Carmelita? But thanks!"

"I don’t exactly know, to tell you the truth, Jack. I’m very impulsive. I was just in the mood, ya know? Obviously you were, too," she said with a sly smile. "And you …"

Carmelita didn’t get to finish her sentence because she saw Sam returning. "Sorry I took so long," Sam apologized. "What have you two been talking about?"

"Just chatting, Sam," Carmelita replied. "I have to go. I’m already late for work.

"Carmelita, thanks for everything," Jack said with a wink to her that Sam missed. "We'll call you if we have any questions or whatever after we soak all this in."

"Jack, you call me any time you want, for whatever you want," she responded with a dead serious look on her face, got up from the table and walked out of the place.

Sam and Jack just sat there for minutes shaking their heads and mumbling. Finally Jack spoke. "I think I know where they are headed. I think I know who might have seen them. I'm going to check it out. Do you want to come with me, Sam?"

"I can't, Jack. I have to testify in court in two hours. But stay in touch, and I mean like on the hour or whatever. Whenever one of us can reach the other. This thing is starting to move faster and faster." They got up and walked out.

"One more thing, Jack," Sam said as they stood by their cars. "We have another little problem. A reporter has gotten wind of the murders, the two that occurred here in Vegas anyway. She doesn't know about the one in Phoenix yet. Her name is Kim Wright and here is her card. I gave her your name because I thought you would like to handle this yourself. I didn't tell her much of anything."

"Wonderful, Sam. I suppose it was just a matter of time. Well, I guess I'll just play that one by ear and check her out. She could be a big help or a big pain in the ass." They both got in their cars and went their separate ways.

To Be Continued...