Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 29

She made fairly quick work of it. The guys had been so focused on fucking it had never occurred to them to ask for a blowjob. The agreement was to go one at a time, rotating though an order so the girls wouldn't get distracted. They wanted their undivided attention. Because of that they weren't aware of their oral talents. Christina was showing off hers, deep throating him from the start.

When he blew his nut fifteen minutes later, she jacked him over her open mouth, her tongue extended. She was thrilled with how huge his load was considering it was the fifth time he'd cum since she arrived at the room just before midnight.

She let his sperm gather in the back of her throat, then when it appeared he was done, she rammed the head of his cock back into her mouth. Keeping her throat closed, she sucked him hard and fast, and in doing so deliberately let his seed spill past her lips and down her chin, making it's way all over that chest.

When she got up, she didn't bother to cover herself. She didn't even rub the mess into her skin to try and get it to soak in. She simply put her tits away and grinned at him.

"That one was on the house," she said on camera.

"God... that was fuckin' awesome, Venus!" he replied.

"So is that cock of yours. Hope we can get together again sometime."

"Me too."

"It'll cost you though."

"You're fucking worth it!"

"Ca-ching!" she laughed.

He turned off the camera, and she asked, "I hope you didn't get too much of the people that walked by on camera."

"Their voices, and their legs when they moved past you. And their backs."

"Both couples?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah. You might have to blur out the face of the second guy. He kept looking back, but I got his wife slapping him for doing it."

"Okay. Definitely email me that one if you want me to post it. If you're comfortable with the others, I'd love to have them. If you're not, just promise me you'll keep it for yourself."

"I will. I promise."

"Okay. By the way, I really did know twenty-seven isn't your jersey number."

"I believe you."

"Good. It was your number in college," she winked. "Thank God you're not a Trojan that likes to wear Trojans. I loved you cumming inside my pussy!"

"God damn, you are something!"

"Yep! I'm the whole fucking package, sweetie. 'Til next time."

"You bet, babygirl."

She was heading down the hall at that point. Him calling her 'babygirl' almost had her running back to him. It was like Pavlov's dog reacting to a bell. That word made her wet, and she was already soaked. In the elevator she looked up at the camera, knowing she was being watched. Or at least recorded on their system. She thought about doing something naughty, but decided not to. She was too busy doing naughty things in her head.

While she was setting the stage to find a way out of the mess she was in, she knew she needed to keep convincing Brandi that she wanted to dive in deeper. To make her think she actually wanted to leave her life in California behind and live in Vegas together to continue as escorts that stripped on the side. She was biding her time. She wasn't quite sure how she'd do it... but making inroads with clients was one way. Evelyn might be another. She wasn't going to jeopardize herself too much, but there had to be some risk involved. To that point the heroin was the extreme extent of it. It was a pretty huge extreme, but she was handling it well. The concern was how much she loved it and the way it made her feel to fuck on it. Brandi hadn't lied about that part.

When she got back to their room, Brandi was on pins and needles waiting for her. Not that heroin kind. She was just worked up over what Christina's plan was. Then she looked at her.

"What the fuck have you been doing?"

"Sucking cock. Why?"

"Whose?"

"The free safety. No, wait. He's the strong side safety. He's really more like a hybrid linebacker. I can't believe I said free safety. My bad."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Football."

"Will you fucking be serious for once!"

"Okay, but it goes against my nature. I paid another visit to the guy that took me around the hotel. I gave him the flash drive."

"What!? Why the fuck would you do that!"

"To gain his trust. I told him that was the only copy, which is true. And that our liaison with the hotel deleted the footage off the server, which is also true."

"I don't understand. What was the point of all of that?"

"Again, to get him to trust me. I told him about my Pornhub page, which really excited him. Then I told him how the videos on it hide the identity of those I play with. So, he's going to check out the page, and if he feels comfortable, and he will... he'll email them to me. Along with the one he just took of me deep throating him in the hallway outside their room."

"Oh my God! That's... genius!"

"Learned from the best."

"But I never would have thought of it."

"You would have if it were you he took on that road trip. You weren't as motivated as I was to figure out a way to make it happen with his blessing."

"Is that why you used my phone?"

"Uh huh. I created an email account for Venus so he can send me the files. We can check for them when we get up. I'm exhausted and we have to go dance in eight hours."

"You really think he's going to send them?"

"Yes, I do. I gave him the choice, he knows I don't expect him to. He will, because I had his back and protected him. He wasn't thinking about there being cameras everywhere. He's going to reward me for being loyal to him. In doing so, he's going to tell his teammates we can be trusted, and BAM!... Brandi and Venus just became the official full service escorts of the Las Vegas Raiders."

"Damn, Venus. That's just brilliant. It really is."

"Like I said, I learned from the best."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Saturday Morning, May 24th -- DAY 9

Maggie had been a busy girl. She'd gotten up early to get some things out of the way so she'd be there for the kids once they woke up. Her first item was to call Gerard. She spoke with him for a few moments, making sure he knew she was serious about what they'd discussed the night before. Taking a risk, she asked for his email address.

"I'm going to send you the PDFs we got on Brandi. They're scans of the files the police and school have on her in Georgia."

"How did you get them?"

"Well, Kalinda is part of a nationwide private investigator network. That got her an in with someone in the school district. Billy is connected with law enforcement. The fingerprints were enough to get them what we wanted because they were also found in a hotel room of a deceased woman in Las Vegas. It's all how you spin the tale to get what you want, I guess. Regardless, they got them. Look through them for yourself. Draw your own conclusions."

"What about the stuff you have on me?"

"If you really want it, I can get it for you. But I told you last night, we already know you're a decent guy. I don't blame you for this, Gerard. Alex? He might be another story. He's pretty pissed off at you. He trusted you with Christina. He literally brought her and gave her to you. He knew you were going to do a lot of nasty things to her. That was to be expected. But he also expected you to protect her no matter what. That should have been automatic. She's not just his wife, she's a mother."

"I know, Maggie. I know. And if what you're telling me about Brandi is true, I'll never forgive myself if something happens to her. I actually... Chris is the best hotwife I've ever been with. And that starts with the kind of person she is. I genuinely care about her, aside from the incredible sex."

"We've... well, I've been wondering what you see in Brandi. I get the pretty window treatments, but the view in through the window itself appears to be pretty ugly. Billy said he realized how evil she can be the first time he fucked her one on one. Now granted, he says he has like a sixth sense about those kind of things, but still."

"It's hard to explain. I told you I love her. And I do. But I've... I've always known she has this other side to her. A dark side. It bothers me, but I guess I overlook it. I... I don't know why."

"Huh. Interesting."

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Because it is. She's twisted you around her finger, which I get. That pretty package again. But she uses your past against you, even though you've grown and changed. She tells people you're a thug... or more to the point, that that's who you used to be and you sometimes return to those roots. And for whatever reason you play into it. You actually pretend you are. Why?"

"Pussy. Hotwives like dangerous men. That whole 'bad boy' image."

"Fair enough. Hard to argue it if it works. And Christina certainly bought into it. She definitely gets off on you owning her, and treating her like a piece of meat. I get the allure of being around a man like that. But you're not around her at all right now. You let her go to Vegas without you? That's... inexcusable."

"Brandi changed the plans on me. She called... "

"Gerard, you can make all the excuses for her you want. You've either ignored the signs that were there all along, or you let your feelings for her stop you from keeping her in line. And don't tell me you took a belt to her ass. When you read the files, you'll figure out why that doesn't really work on her."

"Yeah. Send them. I'll call you back later this morning once I have a chance to look through them."

"Call me at eleven. I'll have had a chance to spend some time with the kids. I'm being a mom to them right now. Call me then and I'll make time for you."

"Okay Maggie. Thanks for calling me."

"I just hope it wasn't too early."

"Trust me. I wasn't able to sleep much anyway. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around all of this."

"No offense, but good. Read the files. I'll talk to you at eleven."

Hanging up the phone, she sent the email. Then she went up to the main house and started making breakfast for Alex and the kids. Pancakes, sausage links, eggs and toast, along with fresh orange juice and coffee. It had been a long time since she'd cooked such a big spread for that many people.

Alex came up from the pool house just as she was finishing up. He was groggy and a bit sore from having his body positioned like it had been tied to the bed. But he was in a great mood considering all that was happening in his life. He knew he couldn't control the outcome, but that incredible people were working on it. That alone gave him hope. In the meantime he needed to do what Maggie was doing; make the kids weekend their priority.

They bounded downstairs right on time. Maggie had opened their doors, allowing them to sleep a little longer. She used the amora of the food wafting through the house to help wake them up. It took a while considering design and where the bedrooms were situated, but they were wide awake as they sat down to eat.

It was something Maggie insisted on. She stated that she'd gone to all that trouble to make a full breakfast, so they would be eating together instead of grabbing a plate and rushing to sit in front of the television. She even informed the crew that they would be helping her clean up before they'd start their Saturday fun, whatever that might be.

The fun for the kids was going over to the Lopez home to play for the day. Maggie had spoken to Sabrina on Thursday night, the two of them talking about what was going on with Christina. They even discussed Ashley volunteering to help on the mission, and how she wouldn't be at the strip club she and Sabrina danced at until she got back. The decision to head to Las Vegas had been so spur of the moment that she hadn't had time to let the managers at Deja Vu know she wouldn't be coming in. Sabrina said she covered one of her shifts, and would find someone to cover her on the weekend. In addition, she said she and Consuela would entertain the kids in case something came up that needed them to react without them around.

The fun for Alex wasn't much fun at all. At least the first part. He was mowing the lawn on his zero-radius tractor. He'd done the front and side yards, which were relatively small in comparison. Then he went through the gate to the huge back yard, closing it behind him. At that point, he shed the small bathing suit he'd been wearing, deciding it would be more in the spirit of the house rules to do so naked. Maggie couldn't help but laugh watching him zip around on the big Toro in just work boots and a hat.

She was inside the pool house, cleaning up after the night before. She'd sprayed off the rubber sheet with a hose, hanging it to dry on a rope she'd rigged between the back of the house and a tree along the huge thicket of them that bordered the west side of the property along the beach. She decided she'd keep it up as a clothesline afterward, loving the thought of drying some of her items in the warm ocean breeze.

To that end she was doing laundry, changing the rest of the linens. That bed had seen a lot of sex in the past week, and she'd never bothered to change them. It didn't matter to her that there were other people that had fucked on that mattress. She loved that the area smelled of sex, no matter who was doing it. In her perverse mind, it made the home even more inviting. It felt right to her.

She wasn't surprised that her phone rang precisely at 11:00. Gerard was nothing if not prompt. She was sure he was trying to compensate for some of the guilt he must be feeling."

"Hello?"

"Hi Maggie," he replied, sounding down.

"Hey Gerard. Are you okay?"

"Definitely not."

"Are you driving?"

"Yes. To Las Vegas. Right now. I'm just passing Bell Mountain on I-15."

"Why?"

"I... I really don't know. I know you said you have it handled, and I believe you. But, I just feel like I need to be there. I owe it to Alex."

"Okay, first... I don't know if we have it handled or not. I said we have people there working on it. But it's not handled until we know for sure she's safe. Second, if you're just going there to be in the same general place she's at because Alex is pissed at you, you're wasting your time. She never should have been there without you in the first place. You can't undo that fuck up, buddy."

"I know that. But I also just can't sit around my house and not do anything."

"So you're answer is to sit around someplace in Las Vegas and not do anything? That doesn't make any sense."

"I guess. I don't know. Maybe it is a waste of time. Then again, maybe I find Brandi and strangle the cunt."

"Whoa... slow down, big guy. Maybe you need to pull over and chill for a moment. You should not be driving this angry. Somebody might cut you off or whatever and you'll get into a road rage situation."

"I'm fine, Maggie. Yes, I'm angry. I'm more crushed, though. It's over. I can't be in any kind a relationship with her. Not anymore. Her entire life is a lie. Everything about her."

"I know."

"I can't even have her working for me. This is going to change everything. Personal feelings aside, this is also a business decision I'm making. Well, I've already made it. She just doesn't know yet."

"I figured as much. But look, I know you're hurting. And I know this isn't easy for you. But you didn't do this, Gerard. She did. She's the one that's lied, and been deceptive, and been manipulative. Not you. You're hurting because you trusted her. It's a betrayal."

"It feels like more than that. I keep thinking about her involvement with Rebecca. Why was she in that room? Was she the reason Rebecca left me in the middle of the night... to meet up with her?"

"Valid questions. But you're likely not getting the answer out of her. She's not going to incriminate herself, and they ruled it an accidental overdose. As to where the laced heroin came from, it's anybody's guess."

"It came from Spike," he answered bluntly.

"Are you sure? That was our guess too, but proving it?"

"They didn't prove it on Venice Beach. Why would you think they could in Vegas?"

"What are you talking about?"

"About the same time that Rebecca died, there were a string of overdoses in Venice Beach and Santa Monica. I think there were close to a dozen within a couple of weeks. Most of them were in the homeless community, but all the same cause of death. An overdose of heroin with fentanyl. The cops eventually busted a distributor and pinned the deaths on him."

"Oh. So that's it."

"No. The fact is they didn't go after the local dealers. They wanted the guy making it. I guess they thought because the dealers were just passing it through, they needed to nail the actual source to save lives. But I know for fact Spike was one of them they ignored before he went legit and concentrated on his tattoo and piercing business."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'm the one that got him to stop dealing."

"What?"

"A lot of my staff, myself included, have tats he's done. And clients of our gym see them, because of what we wear. I told him I could direct people to him, because he's an incredible artist... or, I could tell my crew to send them elsewhere. He was trying to get out of that game, but he needed a push, so, I helped him. I gave him a loan... he cleaned up his act, and paid me back in six months."

"How do you know he didn't pay you back with drug money?"

"I made a deal. I get to look at his books every month to make sure. I'm kind of his financial advisor. He uses my accountant."

"So you think he sold Brandi that heroin, and Rebecca couldn't handle it?"

"From what I understood from the police that interviewed me, Rebecca was a serious junkie. So yes, that's what I believe. Doesn't matter. Doesn't give the Stanton kids their mother back. Now I'm worried about the Edwards kids."

"I'm glad to here you say that. But what are you going to do to Spike when you find out he's still dealing."

"He's not."

"He is. To Brandi."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I'd bet anything she and Christina are doing drugs."

"Well I know they're using wax. I don't have a problem if Spike is the one she gets that from."

"Except it keeps his foot in the door for other drugs. It could be any kind of drug and he'd still have a connection to get it."

"Fuck," he said quietly.

"What. Why'd you say that?"

"That conniving bitch. Why didn't I put that together!?"

"Gerard?"

"God I'm so fucking dumb, Maggie. I let her do it right in my own house and never even questioned where it came from because I didn't want to know. I couldn't even watch her do it, because I love her. It's like I'm hiding myself from the truth."

"Okay... what did she do? Heroin?"

"No. She's probably doing that now. You're right. I'm going to have to choke the life out of Spike after I get done choking the life out of her."

"That solves nothing. You're not the thug she's portrayed you as. What did she do?"

"She has this thing. It's sick, really. Physically harmless, but emotionally? It's sick. She denies orgasms."

"Edging? Hell, I do that all the time. It makes it incredible when -"

"No, Maggie... I'm not taking about edging. It's something she does. Shes done it to herself. She's done it to other hotwives, and she did it to Christina. You see, Brandi's brother is a diabetic, and -"

"Gerard, her name isn't Brandi. Her real name is Jamie Lee. She doesn't have a brother. She had one sibling listed in her school file; a younger sister named Jasmine. That's it."

"Jesus fucking Christ, she lied about that too!? She said her mom's a nurse."

"And she could be. It didn't list an occupation for her. But if she is, she's not a good one. She's was a raging alcoholic when she lived with them. I thought you read the files."

"I did... but not every page. It was like reading a Stephen King novel. Her life was a horror story."