Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 23

"What are you doing, babe?"

His term of endearment made her heart soar. She was already thinking of him as more of her lover than her boss, and that only solidified those emotions. Yet she stayed on task.

"I'm fixing my fuck up sweetie. I'm so sorry I was caught up in that position of power. It was wrong. I was just so excited about being a part of your sex life that I bought into the wrong ideology. I'm not waiting another minute to correct it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yesterday morning, when I got here, I... hell, I created your security. And I teased you by putting passwords on the PC and this laptop. I just changed the PC. Now I'm changing this one. It's going to be ImaStag. Still one word. The I and the S are capitalized. You just proved that you're really a Stag, sweetie. You fuck like a God."

"I'll second that," Kalinda laughed.

"So, since I'm the administrator, I had to set the record straight."

Kalinda reeled back, the revelation hitting her in the chest. "OH MY GOD! THAT'S IT!"

"Wh... what's it?"

"Yeah," Alex wondered as well.

"Quick! Who controls your phones?" she asked almost impatiently.

"What?"

"Your cell phones? Who controls the account?"

"I do. Why?"

"We just got another break. We need to get into your account and change some settings!"

Maggie picked up where she was going. "Holy fuck, you're right!"

"I don't understand," Alex said out loud.

Maggie was focused on the task at hand. "I'll explain in a minute. Do you have the access info for your cell carrier, or do we need to go into the office?"

"No. I have it," he replied.

Five minutes later she'd logged into the website and was browsing through the plan options for their phones. "Yep... there it is! We're in!"

"We're in... what?"

Kalinda offered the explanation. "A lot of cell phone carriers have features that allow parents to monitor their kid's phones."

"Christina isn't a kid."

"Verizon doesn't know that. They just know her cell as a phone number and IP address. As long as you're the one in control of the account, and you have the proper passwords and such, we can sign up for a find-my-phone option. Basically, as long as the phone is on, we'll be able to track the location."

"What?"

"Yep. Just like they can know where we go with the GPS trackers they put on the vehicles, we're going to be able to see where Christina is. Well, her phone, anyway."

"Which at the moment appears to be... somewhere near Jean, Nevada," Maggie noted.

"Where the hell is Jean, Nevada?"

"Southwest of Las Vegas on I-15. It's pretty obvious the trip is still on. We just need to figure out what he's doing. That plane flight Wednesday night still doesn't make any sense. It's in his name. He has to show ID to get on."

Kalinda offered, "It doesn't make sense if we keep assuming it's him with her right now."

"It's gotta be Brandi," Alex guessed. "She wouldn't go with just anybody."

"She might if she didn't have a choice. But hey, let's not think too negative. If she is with Brandi, she's probably safer right now. Maybe that works to our advantage. If he's not going to be there until Wednesday for whatever reason, it gives us time to get some information on him. The first thing we need to figure out who this fucker is, and what he's really all about. Now, any ideas on how we can track down personal info on him? Who do we know that we can trust that's met him?"

Maggie looked at Alex, who nodded his head. They spoke at once, saying, "Billy!"

"Who's Billy?"

Alex replied, "Billy Drummond. He's the security guard at the front gate during the week on the day shift. Actually, he's in charge of security. He just doesn't like to say it that way. He thinks of his crew as an equal team."

"That's what makes him a good leader."

"Yeah. He's also the only one I know for sure that's met him. He's also the only one that's met Brandi. Well, I kinda did that night of the gangbang. But I was more infatuated with Sabrina at the time. I wish I'd have paid more attention."

"It's okay... since we know Billy knows both of them, we just need to get in touch with him tomorrow morning."

"Fuck that," Alex said with a confidence he'd been lacking. A confidence of the stag persona he was suddenly feeling. Picking his cell off the counter he pulled him a number and made a call. "Billy? Hi. It's Alex Edwards."

"I know. I've got you saved in my phone now. What's up?"

"Well first, I'm sorry to bother you so late on a Sunday."

"It's what? Nine-thirty?"

"Well yeah... I know it's not that late. Look, I've got a concern about Christina. About the guy she's with."

"Her bull?"

"Yes. There's a lot going on, and... look, I know this may sound strange, but, I don't trust the mother fucker."

"Isn't she with him for the weekend?"

"Actually, I pretty much fucked that up. She's with him until NEXT weekend now. Maybe, we're not sure."

"Who... you and Maggie?"

"Ha. You heard about her, have you?"

"There's a reason I'm in charge of the front gate security. I may not work weekends, but I still have my finger on the pulse of what's going on there. Especially with the people I care about. You and Christina are at the top of that list."

"That's great to hear. Look, I know it's against protocol and whatnot, but... I need to find out more about this guy. I... I've got a bad feeling about him. It was one thing when it was --"

"I don't think you have to worry about him. The one that scares me is Brandi."

"What?"

"I've done a little background on Gerard. He kind of offered me a position if I get stonewalled by CHP much longer. Well, it was really a backup plan if I get in trouble fucking Chris... and Sabrina. And Consuela. Anyway, he gave me a card for a security firm he owns, and I checked it out."

"Uhhh... I'm a lot more concerned about what you just said about Brandi. I've never met her. We think she's alone with Christina on their way to Vegas right now. Should I be worried."

"Yeah. Definitely. At least that's what my gut is telling me, and I'm usually pretty good about those kinds of things. It's what I went to college for."

"Billy, I don't know how to ask this of you, but...."

"I'm on my way Alex. I'll be there in forty minutes!"

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Early Monday Morning, May 20th -- DAY 4

Kalinda was smitten. That is if she could wrap her head around the idea that a man she'd just met hours before was making her swoon. It had been a very long time since she'd had that kind of physical and emotional response to a member of the male species. She considered herself more into women, being a bonafide bisexual. But there was something about him that had her sweating and giggling like a little girl, and it had little to do with the monster twelve-inch cock she'd fucked a majority of the night.

For his part, Billy was just as taken. He wasn't one to believe in instant infatuation. In fact, he'd always guarded against it. But Kalinda was different. Part of it was her ethnicity. She was an exotic bombshell whose family originated in Sri Lanka. But she was second generation American, and was blessed with a western civilization outlook on sex. She was kinky, and fun.

It had been the oddest of introductions. Billy had shown up at the Edward's doorstep at ten-thirty the night before, answering the call for help. He liked Alex. A lot. And it had little to do with the fact that he'd fucked his wife Christina more than once. He like him as a person. As a professional in the legal field, which he considered a kindred spirit to his ultimate goal to work in law enforcement of some kind.

He'd applied to the California Highway Patrol, hoping to become a detective someday. He even had aspirations of using that as a stepping stone toward the FBI. He'd gone to school majoring in criminology, with a minor in psychology, wanting to be able to understand people and how they think under different worldly pressures. He even took classes in Spanish, learning to speak it fluently, believing that being a police officer in southern California, one should be able to communicate with most of the residents and make them feel at ease.

His arrival was expected, and yet Maggie insisted that nothing change at the house with company coming over. Yes, she'd heard about Billy's impressive cock, oddly from Alex. In fact, it was the recounting of the threesome he'd had with Billy and Sabrina on the beach by their home that peaked both Maggie and Kalinda's interest. Just as interesting was how Billy viewed that impromptu sexual liaison. It was that night that he felt he bonded with Alex as a person, the two of them connecting more than the way they double penetrated the hot Latina beauty that lived in the same gated neighborhood.

Alex didn't understand at first what Maggie had meant by not changing what was going on just because Billy was coming over. That is until he said he was going to get dressed.

"He's seen you naked," she commented.

"I know. I was there. I've seen him too."

"Then we're not getting dressed sweetie."

"We're not?"

"No," she said, her eyes narrowing just a bit, an impish smile appearing.

It was in that moment that Alex realized that even though he was being viewed as a stag by the women in the room, his executive secretary was still going to be the one calling the shots. It was a role she'd assumed at the behest of Christina, who had orchestrated things behind the scenes to involve her to begin with. Neither of them knew that Brandi was manipulating Christina, but the rules of the house were already established. Maggie was in charge, Alex was her subordinate in Christina's absence, and likely even if she were home. He'd answer to two Queens, as it were. Or a Queen and a Dutchess. Maggie had no intention of letting go of the reins, because it was his penchant for not being able to think with a hard cock that got him into the mess they were in to begin with.

Still, he questioned. "No?"

"You belong to me, Alex. It's not the other way around. Or did you forget."

"I just thought..."

"You're not supposed to think, sweetie. It only gets you into trouble. Your job is to look handsome, do as your told, and fuck the shit out of whoever I let you. I've told you I'm sorry for what I did to you last night. The pegging. I'm not sorry for the discipline before that, because you need it. You're going to be whipped if you disobey me. But know that it's coming from a place of love. You do know that, don't you?"

"Know what?" he asked, a bit off kilter from what she was saying.

"That I love you."

That had him reeling, like a shot to the stomach. But the look in her eyes spoke the truth. And it made him realize that he had those feelings for two women. It was why he told her he wanted her to live in the pool house when she asked if she should. It was more than the feelings the kids had for her. It was his own.

"I love you too, Maggie."

She smiled. Brightly. "I know. So... no clothes. We're naked, and we're staying that way."

Maggie and Kalinda opened the door to greet Billy just like that. He wasn't sure why he didn't expect it. Then again, the seriousness of the call he'd received made sex... or at least sexiness, the furthest thing from his mind as he raced over.

Still, he couldn't help but grin as his eyes gazed over their incredible bodies. "Damn I love this house," he said in his deep baritone.

"Hi Billy. I'm Maggie. This is my friend Kalinda. Can we help you with your clothes?"

"Right here... or do I get to come inside first," he quipped.

Billy had shown up with a manilla folder filled with information he'd culled from the files at the guard shack. He'd stopped there on the way into the secure development to make copies of what he needed, along with his private notes he kept on visitors. It was part of his own system he'd developed, and used to train the rest of his staff. He didn't worry about going to a resident's house under the circumstances. He was there on official business that he'd be able to justify to the board he answered to. It was the risks he'd taken fucking in the guard shack, and then going to the Edwards home on his own to be a part of what amounted to a small orgy of six that were of questionable judgment. Yet it was in that very environment that he made some personal observations about Brandi that he felt were pertinent to what Alex was concerned about.

Ten minutes after arriving he was sitting in a lounger by the pool with his ankles crossed, sipping a glass of wine, the four of them discussing the reason he was there. It became apparent, particularly to Kalinda, that Billy knew his stuff when it came to law enforcement, investigations, and picking up on perceptions when interacting with the public. That didn't mean she just took his word for what he felt to be true, however. She quizzed him pretty hard, starting with their original target; Gerard.

"Okay, tell us about this guy. He gave you a business card for the security firm. And you found out about it from your inquiries through..."

"People I've developed contacts with," was all he'd say, being coy. He said it that exact way several times.

Slightly frustrated, she said, "And apparently they don't have actual names."

"None that you need to know, Kalinda. Don't tell me you don't have sources that you won't reveal for various reasons. This isn't a trial. We're not building a case for court. Yet, anyway. I did some private investigative work, and found out a few things about Gerard. If I were to use you as a source... if you gave me information that I knew was relevant but also needed to be on the DL, I wouldn't reveal your name either. It's part of the code."

"Billy, there's no code among Private Investigators. Not that I know of."

"Let me rephrase. It's part of my code. Nothing wrong with living to a higher standard."

"Okay... so what do you really know about Gerard the person."

"Besides the fact that we know he owns ten full-service fitness centers in the greater Los Angeles area, as well as the private security firm?"

"Yes. Please."

"We'll get back to businesses he owns in a bit. First, here's what I know about him, the man. His name is Gerard Terrence Allen, the second. I'm still looking into whoever the first is. There is no third I could find as of yet. Not married, no kids that he's paying for. I'm also checking out details on his mother, but I don't have that yet either. He just turned thirty-six years old. His first appearance here at the guard shack was exactly two months ago today, the morning of March 20th. He drove up in a brand new 2019 Mercedes AMG GT convertible, which I confirmed is registered to him through his limited corporation; GTA2 LLC."

"Wait, I thought he had an Escalade?" Maggie interrupted. "He had Christina in the back of one in a dog crate. I saw the picture. Hell, I have the picture!"

"Relax, Mag. He does also have an Escalade. It's a 2018. He also owns a vintage '65 Ford Mustang. Money is not this guy's problem."

"Yeah... how he earns it is. He's a fucking drug dealer," Alex snapped.

"Not that I've found out as of yet. But I'm still looking into him buddy. He lives in a gated palace in Rancho Palo Verdes overlooking the Pacific. It's not a whole lot different than this place, really. A lot less property, but a better view I suppose; at least from a Google Earth perspective. But from what I've been able to gather so far, all of the businesses under that GTA2 umbrella are legit. And there's at least a half-dozen."

Kalinda was impressed, but also curious. "And why, exactly, did you decide to do the deep background on this guy?"

"As much as it shames me to admit it as an African-American, I profiled him. He's African-American too, but let's be fair here. This wasn't a traffic stop where he committed the crime of driving while black. He's showing up here in the middle of the morning in a $150,000 sports car, with the wife of one of my bosses deep throating his cock. That required my attention. The fact that I have a degree in criminology and a minor in psychology made my antenna go up."

"Whoa... really? Remind me to ask you about your education later."

"Okay," he laughed.

"Anyway, I'm not... well, what did you mean by Alex being your boss? That is what you were inferring, isn't it?"

"I work for every homeowner here, Kalinda. I answer to the Homeowners Board, but in truth, I'm accountable to every person whose name is on a mortgage. Hell, technically Christina is my boss too... but considering her mouth was busy, my accountability immediately shifted to Alex. He was the one being compromised."

"Thanks... I think," Alex replied. "You did send those pictures. Remember?"

"Yes. And while I could tell you the number of husbands and wife's that are having affairs in this quiet little seaside neighborhood is frankly quite staggering, the reason Christina hit different was that when she called ahead to let me know Gerard was coming, she hesitated when I asked her his last name. She had to cover the phone with her hand. She was asking him. And the reason I know that is because he had to pull her off of his cock by her hair to ask her the same question when they got to the gate. That's a big enough red flag to make me know she doesn't really know him. She was just into his cock... literally, and I should find out who the fuck I just let past the gate. Not to mention she put him on the frequent visitor list, which means my staff would just let him pass through from then on with an ID and license plate check."

"Okay. What else do you know?"

"I'm still awaiting a criminal background check. Like I said, I have some contacts. People I went to school with that got into law enforcement already. I actually should have something on that Wednesday morning. Thursday at the latest. As for professionally, I've yet to see anything that would indicate drugs are the source of his financial success. It appears on the surface that he's just worked his ass off, starting with literally working his ass off as a personal trainer. I think that's why he still does it. It keeps him tied closely into his first business success."

Maggie chortled, "He's still training because he want's new pussy. Married white pussy, to be exact. That's his thing."

"Not arguing there. My point is he's successful enough at this point that he really doesn't have to work. If fucking hotwives is his hobby, he's tapped into the best way to make that a reality... no pun intended."

"Well, he's tapping my hotwife at the moment, so I'm not finding it funny at all. Not if she's in danger," Alex griped.

"I'm still not convinced he's the danger. You have to give him credit. He started with one gym, and grew it into a franchise of ten in just over twelve years. And it was very strategic. He didn't build them just anywhere. Mostly affluent areas that aren't near each other. Looks like he didn't want clientele to just switch from one to another because it was more convenient. From that he started the private security firm, hiring men and women that trained at the gyms. After that, he started a day care center in Van Nuys next to one of the gyms. Now all of them have a center near them."

"Are they tied to the gyms themselves?" Kalinda wondered.

"Yes. Gym members can pay a slightly higher monthly fee, and drop their kids off there to play while their moms or dads work out."

"Or the moms can go fuck," Maggie laughed. "The guy's a fucking genius."

"A genius at finding ways to fuck... but I'm sure it's adding to a healthy bottom line," Kalinda countered.

Billy shrugged. "Hard to say. It's a service, with a lot of downsides. Insurance for one. But I would guess he's taken that into account. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ten of those too. He also owns several full-service car washes with high end detailing. I'm guessing it ties into his love of luxury vehicles. That's where I thought there might be money laundering going on. Haven't found it yet. Nor in the others, to be honest. The two interesting businesses he's a part of are in inner city LA. He's a silent partner in a beauty salon, and he's a capital investor in a hotel. The last one makes sense. It's owned on paper by his aunt and uncle. But he's been the one footing the bill on the extensive renovations the place has seen. I still need some confirmation, but I think it's his old neighborhood. He's seems to be investing back into the community where he came from."