All Hallows Eve

The EMS carted all three of them away while the police tried to question any witnesses, but strangely, nobody saw anything, so they left, too.

I bought a round for the house, and everyone cheered. I looked back at Tasha and asked if I could have a drink with her in her office. All she did was look at me and say, "Apparently, I don't know you anymore," Then she grabbed a bottle and two glasses, "Well, come on then." We returned forty-five minutes later. I was the silent partner of a burlesque club but turned down her offer to spend the night. She spits her drink over her desk, "You, getting married? I don't believe it! Then she laughed so hard it was hard for her to catch her breath!

The week ended, and Carl and I were on the plane back to the States. Carl couldn't get over what happened at the club, "Where the hell did you learn to do all that? I took a sip of my drink, and before I could swallow, all three of them were on the floor unconscious!"

I replied, "I learned the same place Candy and Cindy learned it from," and pulled up the video on my phone of the night we went out dancing.

"My little girl did that?" he kept staring at the screen, replaying the video. I could see how proud he was of his little girl taking charge. I reclined my seat and took a nap. We landed just after 2 p.m., and Carl asked me if we should mention visiting France. I told him to say we went to France to get some caramels but leave out the details.

As we walked down the stairs to the tarmac, Ishmael pulled me to the side, "My friend, I have known Markus since he was your age, but so far, he can't hold a candle to you. My advice to you is be careful, and keep an eye on your blindside." it meant a lot to me coming from him.

On the drive home, I asked Ishmael if he knew a solid four-man security team in France to watch over Tasha and the club. "It's already taken care of. Once you piss off the Russian mob, it's best to be careful. We entered the door, and all four ladies sat on the couch waiting for us. "So, gentlemen, how was France?" Candy spoke right up. I looked confused until she continued, "Dad called me from your Hotel wanting me to relay some information to his medicinal marijuana growers. We know what an overseas call looks like on caller I.D."

I looked at Carl, "I forgot about that," he whispered.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself, my love?" her lips turned into a thin line, waiting for her answer.

"I brought back caramels?" and held up two two-pound bags. Things got cold for a while, but later on, they warmed up. That was good because later, after everyone had gone, I did my best to pound Candy through the mattress and then the floor beneath the bed. Finally, she pushed me away, saying she was sore enough. The following morning, I saw her walking slightly funny. I just smiled. I took her out for breakfast and then went shopping. She finally asked me why we went to France without her. I had planned for this question and told her I had to check out the business there now, so I didn't have to when we spent our honeymoon touring Europe. She jumped into my arms and gave me the hottest kiss I ever received. People smiled as they walked by the two young lovers.

The wedding took place two months later.

I stood at the altar as my nerves began to get the best of me when Candy and her Father walked down the aisle towards me. My nerves faded away, and all I could think about was my lovely bride coming to start our new life together. Ishmael whispered, "I'm glad you settled down, laddy. I thought I'd have to taze you for a minute there." Then, she was by my side as we turned toward the priest.

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The reception was perfect, and the food and decorations were on point. Candy tossed her bouquet, and Cindy wound up catching it. Then I removed her garter, palmed the one she was wearing, and shot the one I had in my pocket into the air above the guys. Strangely enough, Ishmael came up with it.

Our honeymoon was perfect. Candy loved Europe and all the foods that were available to us. We left the States with five suitcases, but after Candy finished her shopping, I had to ship everything she bought back to the States because it put us over the limit to take it back with us. I loved the look on her face as I wined and dined with her all across Europe. It was all so new to her, and she wanted to sample everything there was to be had. I told her we could return, so leave something for us to try on our next visit.

She insisted on visiting our factory in France, and after she got the tour, I showed her my office. I wound up stripping her naked and taking her on top of my desk. I had bent her over the desk and was giving her all I had when Alay poked her head in and quickly shut the door. "Don't you dare stop, I'm so fucking close!" and when she came, her screams could be heard for miles. Thirty minutes later, we exited the office with that 'Just been royally fucked' look on our faces. Alay was talking with my secretary when we came out. Her face went completely red as she tried to apologize. I just smiled and introduced her to Candy.

"I'm so sorry to have interrupted you two! I hope you will forgive me." Alay said, "The drinks are on me tonight at the club in way of an apology."

"The club?" Candy asked.

"There's a club in the next town that the employees like to frequent, and I thought we might stop by for a few drinks after dinner," I told her.

"Cool! Let me use the restroom, and we'll go." Candy went to use the one in my office

Alay looked confused until I told her, "We both went to school with Tasha, but she hadn't seen her for a few years. I need you to go to the club and ensure everything is all well and good when we get there."

I turned to Ishmael, "Is the team in place there? I don't need Candy seeing shit like the last time we were there." He already had his phone out calling them.

Candy returned, and I told her we were heading to the Hotel to get cleaned up and would have dinner. We put our arms around each other and walked to the waiting limo. Alay caught up to us on the way out, "I thought you might want to know that orders for the new caramels increased by 162%," I just smiled., Sometimes less is better.

We got into the elevator and got out on the ninety-sixth floor. There were only four doors on our floor, and ours was the last one on the right. The room was the size of a lovely apartment back home. There was a jacuzzi on the balcony and a shower big enough for four people, plus a king-sized bed. It only took us two orgasms each to finish showering, and then we got dressed and headed down for dinner.

When we arrived at the Hotel's dining room, Candy was worried that we didn't have a reservation, and I told her to relax. When we got to the maitre'd, his face lit up, "Mr. Masters, May I say how nice it is to have you as our guest again, and would this be the lovely Mrs. Masters? Welcome to our Hotel, and kissed her on both cheeks. "I have just the table for you!" He snapped his fingers, and a waiter showed up to take us to our table. The waiter brought us to a table that had plants along the back of the seat for privacy, yet close to the window so we could look out at the city's nightlife.

Candy could not believe how the Hotel staff treated us. The Hotel even sent us a fine bottle of wine to go with our dinner. I ordered the shrimp and lobster while Candy had the veal cordon bleu. While we sipped the wine and waited for our food, Candy asked me what I did when I was here last to rate this type of treatment. I explained my Idea to clean up France's neighborhoods, and it was well-received by everyone. And I was planning to build three more candy factories across France to develop, build, and market the brand. But if she thought that was cool, I told her to wait until I go global with the idea and the factories.

Our food arrived with another bottle of wine. Everything was perfect! We held off on dessert, but I called the maitre'd over. He came over with a concerned look, "Is there anything wrong, Mr. Masters?" he asked. I told him everything was perfect. I just wanted to show my appreciation for making our night so special. I told him to take six bottles of the wine you brought us, five to be split between servers and kitchen staff, and one for him to slip under his coat and take home to share with the misses. His eyes widened, and then he thanked us profusely. I told him I wanted to share the joy of being on our honeymoon with everyone. He broke out in a smile and started speaking that rapid-fire French again.

The ride to the club was enjoyable. Candy pushed the button to raise the divider the minute we got into the limo and proceeded to give me the best blow job I ever had! As we pulled up in front of the club, Ishmael was waiting to open the limo's door and ushered us inside. There was a line where you had to pay to get in, but Ishmael took us past them and into the club. Candy said, "Don't we have to pay to get in?"

I replied, "We don't have to pay. We own half of the club," She stopped and looked at me. "I found an old broken-down whore that approached me one night, but instead of paying her, I just bought half the club." I treated it like it was an everyday thing. "Come on, let's get a seat at the bar." As she sat on the stool, I saw the fire rising in her eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to let it out, a voice from behind the bar spoke up.

"Hey there, you little slut, what do you want to drink?" Candy spun around to let her have it, then her jaw dropped...

"Tasha! What are you doing here?" she stared in disbelief.

I tried to proposition your man, and all he would do was buy half of my club!" she busted out laughing and ran around to hug her.! The girls talked for a couple of hours, only every now-and-then acknowledging my presence. I grabbed a chair at a table next to Ishmael and watched the show, glancing now and again to see if they knew I had left the bar.

I was on my fourth drink when Candy sat down in the chair next to me, "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm not looking for entertainment tonight. I'm waiting for my wife to arrive."

"Alright, I'm sorry, time got away from me. I didn't mean to forget about you, my love, it's just we haven't seen each other for so long. Just wait til we get back to the Hotel, and I'll make you forget all about it." Candy said as her hand began rubbing my thigh.

"It's been a long day, and I was thinking of using the jacuzzi for a bit and then calling it a night. We still have three days left before we head back, so we can continue things tomorrow after I take care of a few things at the factory. You could even set up another visit here with Ishmael tomorrow while I have to work." I gave her a little smile.

Her hand stopped moving, and her face had a slightly perplexing look on it. "Alright, my love, let me say goodbye to Tasha, and we can head back to the Hotel." She got up with a worried look and walked back over to Tasha to say her goodbyes.

Ishmael's eyes told me he knew something was suddenly wrong with me, "What was that all about? Is there something I need to know?" He pressed a spot at the band on his right wrist, alerting the rest of the team. "Tell me your thoughts, my friend."

"I need time alone, and I need to think a few things through. I feel it's best if the team isn't involved this time."

"Eclipse," he said into the band on his wrist. I saw movement all over the club. "The last time I saw Markus like this, there was an attempt on his life. Get up, we're leaving NOW!" I saw two team members appear at Candy's side, taking her by the arms and heading towards the exit in the back. Tasha stood there wondering what was going on. Two other members took me by the arm as I stood up, and we followed. "This isn't happening on my watch," as he pushed our way through the crowd and out the door. There were three team members with guns drawn following behind us, looking for trouble.

We exited the building as the limo came around the corner almost sideways and then stopped in front of us. We were thrown inside and told to get on the floor!

Ishmael and another man jumped in after us while another jumped in the passenger seat. There was a car in front of us and a black SUV following behind, As we raced through the streets towards the Hotel. After a while, Candy and I were allowed to sit up.

Candy snapped, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Ishmael looked at her with the eyes of a hardened soldier, "I'm doing my job, missy, and if you have an issue with it, you can fire me after I get you both back home, understand?"

That took the wind out of her sails, and she quietly sat there for the rest of the drive back to the Hotel. They took us into the underground garage to a waiting elevator to take us to our room. As we got out, the team formed two lines, one on each side for us to go between to the elevator. When we got to our room, four of the team swept the room. When they announced the 'all clear,' we were allowed to go in.

Candy was still a little miffed about the turn of events and started to get fired up again. I looked at her, "This is who we are now, Candy. I trust Ishmael's gut feelings more than I trust most people's facts, and I don't see it changing anytime soon. I will follow his lead in such matters, and I suggest that you do the same." She looked at me, then Ishmael, and then back to me. Then she got up and walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Ishmael nodded, "Thanks," and turned to the team. "I want two in front of the door all night, four-hour shifts. Sean, Jackson, you pull the first watch, Johnson, Derrick, you're first relief." Then he walked over to me and handed me his Glock 9mm, "Take this. I have more. Shoot only when you have to, but if you do have to shoot, make it count!" The team left, and I waited for my wife to come out of the bathroom.

I stripped down and placed the Glock inside my shoe at the edge of the bed, then laid down and tried to relax. I must have fallen asleep because when Candy came out, I didn't notice, but when she lay down in the bed, I woke up. "I'm sorry for how I acted. We were having so much fun together that I forgot just how serious it can get so quickly. Forgive me?" I nodded and gave her a deep, passionate kiss as we snuggled against each other and were soon asleep.

We woke up to a bright, sunny day and went down to breakfast. Candy had fruit and yogurt, while I, on the other hand, had eggs, bacon, and (don't laugh) French toast with syrup. Candy decided to stay with me all day, so after eating, we went to the candy factory. After checking on things, I went to the supervisor's office with Alay in tow. I dropped another bomb when I told him we would make specially wrapped candies of everything we made and randomly place them in bags. If you found one, you were to turn it in to the company for a special factory tour at the end of the tour. They would receive a two-pound bag of their choice of candy to take home. (Go, Willy Wonka)

Candy said that she thought we should head home a few days early because the only time she would have me to herself and not share me with the factory was at home. She wanted a farewell meal and a drink with Tasha before we left. So we headed back to the club. Ishmael was already setting things up on his phone.

We met at a Bistro a few blocks from the club. Tasha said it was the best in town. She was already there when we showed up. We sat at a table and ordered our food and drinks. Then Tasha jumped right in, "I have to admit I thought you might be pulling my leg a bit, but the way they smuggled you both out of there last night, I figured you were telling the truth. Then, five minutes after you left, Gregor's Father came in looking for the butcher who made his son look like an errant schoolboy. How did you even know he was coming?

"I had a feeling something wasn't right, and we needed to leave," I told her.

"You got that one right. His Father brought about 15 guys with him looking for you. It would have been messy for the other customers if you had been there. They had to fuse his knee in place, and he has to use a walker now if you were wondering. That's why this is all on me. I hated it when he would touch me."

Candy smiled and said, "That's why I'm taking him home this evening. He gets too involved in his work, and I want some private time with my husband before he goes Rambo on me again!" everyone chuckled about that.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" I said

"Oh, yes, you are!" Tasha said, "You're no longer the quiet boy that sat in the back of Ms. Smith's science class, now you're the 'don't fuck with what's mine' kind of guy, and I have to tell you, Candy, I'm jealous of you now!"

"You just remember he's all mine, and I'm not letting him go," replied Candy.

"Well, you just remember tiger. If she ever screws the pooch, you have a friend in France!"

It was still a bit early, so when we returned to the Hotel, I called to see if I could get a massage. Candy heard and held up two fingers. Ishmael and a dark-haired man accompanied us down. We walked into the salon, and there was a woman and a man. Both had athletic bodies and looked quite capable. Our tables were side by side, and the smell of heated oils was in the air. For those of you who have never had your back walked on during a massage, You are missing out!

After a hot shower, it seemed like forever until we returned to the room. But once we hit the bed, our lovemaking consisted of a couple of gropes and a kiss. The next thing we knew, we awoke to her hand wrapped around my cock, and my hand was grabbing her right tit. We picked up where we left off last night. We kept each other on edge for so long, giving each other the perfect balance of pleasure and pain, that when we finally did cum, we passed out for 15 minutes, waking up we shared the shower, where we had to have one last orgasm before we headed down to breakfast.

We walked along the open market, where vendors who couldn't afford a store or whose inventory was all handmade. There were food and drink vendors as well as fabric and clothing vendors. We came across a vendor who was selling seashell necklaces and handcrafted jewelry. There were two young ladies behind the table, as well as a thin elderly woman in a wheelchair behind them. Candy had taken a shine to a pair of seashell earrings with a matching necklace that looked perfect between her breasts. She had decided to wear a shirt that tied at her belly button, giving her a chance to show herself off.

We started to walk away when the elderly woman, who had never moved when we were looking, smacked a box beside her with her cane and yelled at one of the other ladies about something. The young lady called out to us, asking if she could talk to us for a moment, and then turned back to her mother, listening to what she said. "My Mother wants you to remain here as she wants me to get something from home. We live just ten minutes away. She says she has something for you, and it would mean so much to her."

I looked at Candy, and she had the same curious look on her face as mine. I glanced at Ishmael, and he shrugged his shoulders, so we agreed to wait.

The young lady returned and handed me a dark, hand-carved box. The elderly lady kept whispering, which the lady translated. "She and her husband made this saying 'some things are made before the owner knows they even want or need it," Her Mother's voice fell to a whisper, and the lady straightened up and turned to me, "She says this was made for you."

I looked at the exquisitely carved box in my hand and then slowly opened the box. Inside was a beautifully carved white gold ring with what appeared to be a flat black square of onyx. It was slightly heavier than it looked. I loved the carvings all around the ring and liked it even more when it fit the ring finger of my right hand beautifully.