Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 27

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'The Avengers' discover all about Brandi.

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Thursday Morning, May 22nd -- DAY 7

"Hi Kal," Maggie said cheerfully, the microphone in her Mini Cooper picking up her sexy voice as she drove into the city.

She'd just dropped off the kids at school and was making the commute to the office. It was still new to her, driving in to work from an entirely different direction. She'd yet to master any alternative routes or side streets that would get her there more quickly by instinct when she'd hit heavy traffic. She had to rely on the GPS on her phone for that. But at least it connected through a USB cable, an Android Auto app showing the map on her larger than seemed necessary screen on the dashboard. The app also made making and receiving phone calls much easier, the direct connection of the cable more clear that just pairing the phone via bluetooth.

She'd had the windows down and the music cranked up as she flew down the 405, but she had to change both when she got the call. Hitting the button on the steering wheel, she greeted her friend. She'd left the house before Kalinda and Billy came up from the pool house. She figured the call was just to touch base on the plans for the day. Instead it was more a call to action.

"Defcon 1, Maggie."

"What!"

"Are the kids still with you?"

"Uh... no. I dropped them of twenty minutes ago. I'm on my way to the office. What's going on?"

"This just got bad. Real bad."

"What's going on!?"

"Bill and I are on our way to you. You need to clear some time for us this morning so we can go over what we found out."

"The fingerprints?"

"Yeah. We know who she is. Well, who she used to be. It's pretty convoluted. We'll be there in an hour, depending on traffic."

"Then add a half-hour. It's bad today."

"Is Alex there?"

"He's in court. He won't be there until early this afternoon."

"Is his afternoon free?"

"No, but it's going to be. I'll clear his schedule."

"Don't. We'll brief him when he comes in. We're formulating a plan, but we need you and him to maintain your regular schedule. Do not deviate."

"How would they know? The trackers are on the cars, not on us."

"Maybe. We're not taking any chances. This just got serious."

"Okay, okay. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah. Drive safe."

The call disconnected, and Maggie thought about the last thing Kalinda had said. "Drive safe. You say that after you get me all freaked out!"

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Thursday Morning, May 22nd -- DAY 7

Christina could still feel the residual effects of the drugs that had been flowing through her veins for almost all of the previous day. The wax she'd smoked seemed like a distant memory. In truth, she knew she wouldn't be taking any more for the foreseeable future. She could envision a day when she'd go back to using it exclusively. At least that's what she dreamed about doing. She just hoped to survive the experience she was in the midst of.

She'd moved on to more serious recreational narcotics. Illegal ones, with far more concerning side effects. The most troubling of those being that both of the 'party drugs' she was partaking in were highly addictive. After testing the waters with her first ever sampling of heroin, she allowed that to work its way through her body, eventually sleeping it off after a rather incredible lesbian encounter with Brandi.

Waking up, the two partners in sexual debauchery reported for their shift at the strip club, where being much more than just eye candy was part of the job description. Christina was able to pace herself better, taking less cocaine each time she'd been able to coerce a man to join her for a VIP lap dance. But with her erotic looks, athletic prowess on the pole and stage, and her glowing Queen of spades tattoos illuminated by the various black lights hanging around the club, she was the most popular dancer among the predominantly black male crowd. That meant many more opportunities to indulge in the nose candy, before offering them the thing they craved most. Her body.

While at the club, she pretty much exclusively sold them her pussy. She gave a few blowjobs to the more timid, or those low on cash. Her tight, shapely ass cost premium dollars. She knew, even with her limited experience, that black men lived for anal. Even more so if that ass happened to belong to a white babe that was into BBC. Because of the pricing structure, her pussy had seen the majority of cock that invaded her hard, toned body.

She'd been with a total of seven different men during her eight hour shift, fucking five of them. The other two got her mouth. All of them did a line of coke with her; the prerequisite for being able to have sex. That meant she'd done seven lines herself. And while they were shorter and thinner than what she'd done the previous day, having learned her lesson, there was still the accumulative toll. They were pretty well spaced out, which meant she was snorting blow every forty-five minutes on average. By the end of the shift when she was announced the defending champion of the Star Stripper of the Shift award, she was so wasted she didn't realize she didn't get to pick the person that would fuck her on stage. DJ the DJ did the honors, selecting himself.

Christina didn't care. It was just another thick load from another black men blasted into her pussy. She'd become the cum dumpster Brandi had alluded to. And there would be plenty more where that came from. They'd gotten back to the motel room, giving themselves just enough time to shower as a way to prepare for their party guests. Well, not just shower. They also got ready by getting lit up with heroin a second time. Christina paid close attention, knowing Brandi had given her a slightly larger dose. She didn't say anything, more intrigued by the process itself.

Watching her cook the drug on a spoon, she came to the conclusion that she'd been lied to again. There was no way that some twelve hours before was her friend's first time doing the drug. She even dismissed the notion that Brandi had learned by doing it to previous girls; the loaded syringe she'd been threatened with the first time she'd been in a ratty motel with her coming to mind. She made the process seem too smooth. It looked like it was something she did all the time.

As much as she hated to admit it, fucking on H was electric. The constant attention from the gangbang, never going more than a couple of minutes without a huge cock thrusting inside at least one of her holes; it was like she was the most popular amusement park ride at the theme park. Except the slut on the bed next to her was getting ridden just as often. It was such a difference having ten men in the room. Indeed, the ratio was better, and the party lasted longer.

She didn't bother counting orgasms. Hers, or the ones that she caused. She was just there, soaring as she rode the dragon. Hydra, as she'd heard Brandi call it under her breath. That was yet another reason she knew the slutty blonde on the left bed was accustomed to the drug. She had a ready nickname for it, and compared it to the dangerous fire-breathing reptile that roamed the skies. It was an apropos moniker if ever she'd heard one. She felt like Daenerys Targaryen aboard Drogon, feeling the power and euphoria flowing through her.

Laying on the mattress, her body finally coming down off the numerous substances she'd taken, she tried to sleep. She was tingling and throbbing all over. With her eyes closed it still felt like dozens of hands were touching her. Her cunt would spasm, unhappy with the emptiness, wanting to be stretched again by a nameless, faceless cock. She could say the same for her gaping ass, cum leaking from her lower body, covering the sheets. She lay in that growing pool of sperm, uncaring. She needed rest and it was elusive. She felt the bed move, Brandi snuggling up against her.

"You can't sleep either?"

"I'm high. I still feel like I'm plugged in to an electrical socket," she whispered in the darkness, even though it was early morning. The sun had already come up.

"Do you need to cum?"

"I need to sleep."

"Wax? It'll relax you."

"Yeah... what the fuck, why not? Maybe this afternoon you can get me hooked on meth."

"We'll get through this, Chris. I promise."

"Not sure how you can say that. I'm already looking forward to the next ride on Hydra."

"You heard me say that?"

"Don't lie to me Brandi. I'm doing this. I'm your partner in this. I'm the reason you're having to do it. But please don't treat me like I'm an idiot."

"I don't understand," Brandi panicked, thinking she'd let her guard down too easily.

"This was not you're first time shooting heroin. Be honest with me. Gerard has made you do this before, hasn't he!?"

With Christina giving her an out, she took it, even though she didn't like the way it would make Gerard look. It was her own fault for using him as the bad guy in her plot, and yet she knew she had to double down.

"Yes. More than I care to say, so please don't make me tell you more than that."

"And you're not addicted?"

"No. I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess. I love fucking while on it, but I know the downside. I'm able to walk away whenever I want. But I do like being high when I fuck... so the wax fills that need for me."

"So I'm the one that's going to end up hooked. If not H, then certainly

coke."

"You're going to be fine. I'm going to be with you. I meant what I said. We'll get through this."

"Then blaze up some wax. I've got to sleep. I'm so overstimulated another orgasm is probably only going to keep me awake at this point."

Brandi got the rig, and they both sat up. Taking a hit, she handed it to Christina, who took a long one of her own.

"How are you holding up otherwise?" she asked sincerely.

"I'm good. Funny how I'm barely eating, but I seem to have the energy when I need it. Surviving on illegal activities, I suppose."

"We're not Thelma and Louise," she laughed.

"No. More like a sluttier version of Laverne and Shirley."

"HA! God I love you."

"I love you too B. As guilty as I feel for putting you in this situation, a part of me is glad we're doing this together."

"I'll admit, I've been pretty pissed at you from time to time. I'm not thrilled that he made me ride Hydra again... but it was going to happen to me again eventually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Please don't think bad about him. He's incredible to me. I... I love him."

"I know."

"You do?"

"I can tell. He loves you too."

"I know. He'd never do anything to hurt me. But he knows my system can handle drugs, and he challenges me. And since I'm competitive, I push him into doing it. It's kinda sick when you look at it from the outside, but I get off on it, and he gets off on me getting off."

"Sounds complicated."

They took a few more hits, their conversation in the midst of them mellowing out.

"I guess. It's not to me."

"So why were you crying yesterday when you had to shoot up. You've done this before."

"Because you're here. I love you. I've never gotten close to one of his hotwives before. Well, not like this. You're literally my best friend, and I'm leading you down some very deep, very dark rabbit holes. As you can see, Wonderland is not on the other side," she compared as she motioned around the room where they were sitting.

"Yeah. I've met Alice. She sat on my face," she winked.

"Mine too," Brandi chortled.

"Can she be both Alice in Wonderland and Tweedledee? You know, 'cause she's a twin?"

"So Marvin was Tweedledum?"

"Just a theory. You're the one pulling me into rabbit holes. This is such a Grace Slick song."

"Jefferson Airplane, technically. But it fits, except we're not on pills."

"Seems like that's just around the corner," Christina replied as she took another hit. "But like I said, I'm sorta glad you're in this with me."

"And like I started to say, I was pissed. But I can't deny I'm having fun too. I haven't done back to back gangbangs before... while fucking so many guys at the club too."

"It's seems surreal to me too. Are we going for the trifecta?"

"Are you asking if we're doing the same thing tonight?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not. You are."

"What's that mean?"

"We're going to work a short shift at the club tonight. Right now we have full shifts the rest of the week."

"Okay... but what did you mean by I'm doing it but you aren't. I thought you had to do the same thing."

"We're going to be together, but in a different capacity."

"Why am I suddenly nervous!?"

"Probably because we've passed the strip club test, and we're about to climb up the next rung of the ladder. We're getting closer to the top."

"And?"

"And... we're escorts now."

Christina paused for a moment to let that sink in. Finally, she said, "I was going to ask if you were kidding, but I know better than to do that now. I'm just accepting it as fact. How does that work? What do we do?"

"We wait. We've gone from the street corner variety to the strip club hooker. No more trying to talk guys into wanting to hook up with us. No more negotiating. If someone wants to be was us, we'll get a text telling us where, when and what they want. Although Gerard pretty well already established what that will be."

"Meaning me, but not you."

"Bottom line is he wants to give us the experience, but make sure we're safe. He couldn't put us in a situation where we'd get split up. We had each others back in the alley, and we've had bouncers looking after us at the club. This is different because we need to stay together. We can't go to two different places, and we can't both be fucked if we need to stay safe."

"Uh, we both got fucked last night. And the night before. Right here in this room."

"Yes, but we personally selected the men, Chris. You know as well as I there were guys that didn't make the cut. And not once during either gangbang did I not feel safe. Did you?"

"No. You're right."

"Right. So, he's set us up as a pair."

"What? I don't get it. Why can't we both fuck if we're in the same room."

"I'm your Domme. You're my slave. You'll answer to me and do what I say."

"What?"

"It goes along the line of me being your mentor. At least for tonight, I'm in charge."

"O... kay."

"I can easily step aside and let the person or people that are paying for us use you. That's what we're being advertised as."

"Ad... advertised?"

"We're already signed up with an escort service. He took care of that yesterday when it became clear we'd pass this challenge and would be ready for the next one. Our pictures are on their website, and right now we're being promoted as a Domme/submissive, bisexual pair that are available for a submissive gangbang tonight."

"Right now."

"If we do this well, our availability will change. We might do other things together. But to start, I'll be available for you to perform on me, but I'm not fucking or sucking. That's your job tonight."

"With who?"

"Whoever's going to pony up three grand to be with us tonight."

"Did you say three grand?"

"That's actually the minimum. It's three thousand for three hours, with four guys. It's up to them if it's an actual gangbang or if you're just pulling a train. But, there can be more than four guys. If that's the case, it's five hundred for each additional guy, and an extra half-hour. If it gets to six guys, it will likely become more of a gangbang."

"But maybe not."

"They're paying. We'll give them what they want."

"Ha! We."

"I'm going to be there, Chris. I'm going to be directing you. I'm probably going to be sucking a few cocks to keep them hard. But... I'm not getting fucked. Talk about being hooked. I've had so much cock since we've gotten here, and suddenly he's cutting me off and you get all the fun. You'd think I was the one that fucked up."

"Well, you kinda did."

"What? How?"

"I'm the two-time defending Star Stripper of the Shift. I'm still a better slut than my mentor," she grinned.

"Yeah, well, that reign ends tonight. We're done at eight. The escort site says we're available starting at eleven. That gives us three hours to get cleaned up, ready, and get to wherever we're going to have to be."

"What happens if no one wants us?"

"You mean if no one hires us as escorts?"

"Yeah."

"I'm... I'm not going to tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to think about it. Suffice it to say, it won't be pretty when Gerard gets her tomorrow."

"We're heading back to the street corner, aren't we."

"Yeah. We start all over. With him as our pimp."

"Chutes and Ladders... for whores."

"What?"

"That's the game he has us playing. Think about it."

"Oh my God! You're right!"

"I know," she yawned. "I gotta sleep, B. I'm never gonna make it through the night if I don't."

"Me too," she said as she put the rig away. Snuggling up behind her, she held her close. "I love you Christina Edwards."

"I love you too, Brandi Gardner."

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Thursday Morning, May 22nd -- DAY 7

"Her real name is Jamie Lee Brandel, born in Athens, Georgia. Lived just outside it," Billy stated like he was reading a criminal record. He was. And it was the juvenile variety.

"Brandel. Well we know where she came up with her first name," Maggie observed. "I wonder how she came up with the last name."

Alex had arrived at his office directly from court. Maggie had texted him there was news he needed to hear, and not to stop and grab a bite to eat for lunch; Billy and Kalinda would be there waiting and she was having food brought in.

He was a nervous wreck when he got there, but Maggie insisted they eat first. None of them were going to think straight on empty stomachs, and she felt it would help him realize that whatever he didn't know wasn't so dire that it couldn't wait another half-hour. The three of them had already formulated the beginnings of a plan before he arrived.

With lunch completed, Billy and Kalinda caught him up on what they'd found out though their sources.

Billy looked at the file again, smirking. "That's the last name of the janitor she fucked."

Not only did they have possession of her juvenile records, they had those from high school as well. None of it was sealed, as she hadn't been convicted of anything that could be considered a felony. But, there was a laundry list, and it was quite filthy.

"The what?" Alex asked.

"Okay... we're going to go through this, and it's going to take a bit. Give us time to get to everything and we'll try to answer your questions."

"Alright."

"What we have is a very troubled young woman. Between the school records and the juvie file, it's actually surprisingly extensive. There's even some detailed medical information... all in the form of notes from the school nurse. I'm guessing they didn't realize that was included in her file when they stored it. It's definitely a HIPAA violation, but we have it."

"Where did it come from?"

"Our sources. We printed them off at Kalinda's office. These are copies of the originals that were sent as a handful of PDF's. I've got the school stuff. She's got the juvie file."

"Okay. We know her name is made up. What do you know about her that's real?" Alex asked impatiently.

"Well, I think we'll start with these notes from the school nurse. It's safe to say Jamie Lee... and that's what she was called. Both names. She was a very popular girl in high school."

"It says that?"

"Height. Weight. Medical history. The nurse mentions she was the youngest student she'd ever had to teach to use tampons properly. Sounds like she wasn't getting any help on that kind of thing at home from her mother."

"Holy fuck," Maggie gasped.