Orpheus' Fallen Angel Ch. 03

"Do you FUCKING IDIOTS know what my boss will do to you for just pointing a gun at me?" Lady J calls out. "He will crush you all like the bugs you are."

"Maybe you're not aware of your current situation, bitch." Moth replies. "You have two guns on me while I have five guns on you. Now that's math I can understand."

"How good of a shot are you?" Lady J keeps her gun on Moth. "I can take down two of your guys before they make a single shot and I know that Mr. Bruun over here can kill three of your guys before they can even think about pulling the trigger. That's assuming that your little motley crew is halfway competent when it comes to guns. If not, I guess I'll be home in time for the evening news."

"You want to leave, fine." Moth shifts his gun to Lady J. "Just leave the girl here."

Lady J silently pauses for a few seconds, then smiles as she moves her hands up to her sides.

"Mr. Bruun, put the girl down." Lady J orders.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Bruun lifts Angel off his shoulder and places the duct tapped bound blond on her feet next to Lady J.

"Glad to see you're a gracious loser." Moth smugly says, lowering his gun.

Before Moth could completely make a step to Angel, Lady J points her gun at Angel's head. Angel looks at the barrel end of the Glock aimed at her and her eyes widen with fear.

"What you don't seem to understand is you can't win with me." Lady J informs. "Now you think this girl will get you to the big time? Well, not if she's dead."

Feeling the barrel of the gun on her temple, Angel begins to breathe heavily through her nose as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Seeing no way to win, Moth takes a few steps back and gestures his gang to lower their firearms.

Not needing an order for Lady J, Mr. Bruun carries Angel into the limo while Lady J vigilantly watches Moth and his gang.

"I don't ever want to see any of you again." Lady J warns. "And if I do, it will be the last time."

Lady J enters her limo and Mr. Bruun shuts the door. The chauffeur looks over the gang of petty criminals for a few seconds, lets out a snout of derision as he goes in the driver's seat and drives the limo away.

With intense eyes, Moth silently watches his golden ticket to easy street, the effort and hardship he had to endure, the hopes of recognition and notoriety in the criminal underworld leading him to money and women, all being carried off in a limo as it rides away from his sight...and his life forever.

Moth then screams at the top of his lungs to be heard throughout the neighborhood.

* * * * *

"I have missed you." Lady J says to Angel sitting next to her on the leather seating of the inside of the limo.

Still constrained by duct tape, Angel looks away from her latex-cladded captor. Lady J moves herself closer to Angel and lightly glides her fingertips across her sternum.

"I almost didn't believe it when Moth called me and told me he found you." Lady J speaks. "And I thought that idiot couldn't find a tick in a dog pound."

Angel feels one of Lady J's digit lowers to her uncovered breast and slowly circles around her pert nipple. Then pinches it. Angel winces from the pain but tries to bare it, not wanting to give the sadistic Lady J the satisfaction by begging her to stop.

Soon, Lady J's hand stops the nipple torture and lowers down to Angel's smooth stomach and tries to continue to her pussy, but Angel presses her thighs together as tight as she can, preventing Lady J's hand access to her sex.

"Why are you being like that, dear?" Lady J softly asks in Angel's ear. "Don't you remember the fun we used to have?"

Lady J moves her hand from Angel's lap to take a gentle hold of the side of her neck while lightly kissing the other side of her neck.

"You remember the threeways we had? When the boss was done with you and fell asleep and I would take you to the bathroom and we would take a nice bubble bath in that huge bathtub."

Angel remains silent as she tries to endure Lady J's molesting.

"You remember when I held your head underwater for you to eat my pussy and I wouldn't let you go until you made me cum? I know you almost drown the first few times, but you were getting better at it."

Getting impatient with Angel's lack of response, Lady J takes hold of Angel's jaw and forces her head to turn to look at Lady J. Lady J realizes the reason of her naked hostage's silence when she notices the strip of duct tape covering Angel's mouth.

"Oh, how thoughtless of me." Lady J humbly admits.

In less than a second, the dust tape is abruptly ripped off Angel's month. Angel can't help but scream out the pain the dust tape leaves behind, but manages to make it brief.

"That's better now, isn't it?" Lady J tosses the duct tape.

As the pain subsides, Angel still says nothing, still looking away.

"Still not talking?" Lady J questions. "You're not mad about me pointing my gun at you, are you?"

As Lady J pulls Angel to close her, Angel turn to look at the face of her imprisoner, spits at it. Lady J pauses for a few seconds to process. Angel feels a swift hand slap her in her face hard, causing her to fall off the seating and crash on the floor of the limo.

Regaining her senses while lying on her side, Angel looks up to Lady J as she removes her glasses and wipes her face with a silk handkerchief, smearing some of her makeup. Along with the smeared makeup and the look of rage searing in her eyes, Angel sees the scary, yet familiar, side of Lady J and dreads of what will happen next.

"Oh, you're a bad girl, honey." Lady J pulls off her leather jacket. "And you know what I do to bad girls."

Like a preying tiger, Lady J charges at the helpless Angel and forces her on her stomach. Lady J reaches into a nearby compartment and pulls out the leather paddle with the words Love Is Pain on it. Lady J grabs Angel's bound wrists and pulls them up, giving Angel another source of pain.

To further Angel's pain, Lady J mercilessly strikes Angel's defenseless ass with the paddle. Angel is unable to stop herself from screaming from the pain inflicted on her. Lady J strikes Angel's ass several more times, causing Angel to cry and scream in pain.

"Not so quiet now, are you?" Lady J rhetorically asks. "C'mon, sweetie. Beg me to stop."

Angel only sobbingly moans.

"Have it your way."

Crying uncontrollably, Angel loses count of the assaults on her now red and welted ass by Lady J, hitting harder and faster than before.

Finally, Lady J stops with the paddling, releases Angel's wrists and forcefully turns her on her back. Lady J crawls over Angel and sees her tear-stained face.

"You think this is the worst I can do to you?" Lady J holds the paddle under Angel's chin. "I'm just getting started."

The paddle slides down from Angel's chin and centers on one of her breasts.

"Mr. Bruun, I think it's time our guest here should see my playhouse." Lady J states.

Gazing into the tearing eyes of her naked hostage, Lady J sees the look of pain but to her surprise finds no pleading for mercy or surrender to the will of her mistress.

"I will break you, sweetie. Just as I did before."

Lady J raises her paddle and continues her disciplining.

* * * *

Orpheus lies back on the upholstered seating of the small room he's was lead to by Tiny the bouncer, awaiting the stripper he requested for a private dance. He takes out the folded photo of Angel he discovered earlier and looks at the piece of history of his girlfriend which he didn't know an hour ago.

Orpheus wonders if investigating something from Angel's past will only prove to be a waste of his time. If Angel hasn't returned to the Blue Shadow since she left months ago, then Orpheus would be no closer to know where Angel is now then when he arrived in Plutopolis.

Orpheus begins to doubt his mission, thinking that he's going nowhere in his search for Angel when he recalls something The Dude once said to him.

Going nowhere is better than standing still.

As Orpheus begins to find comfort in The Dude's words, Superstar pulls aside the curtain as she enters the room, closing it afterwards for privacy. Seeing the bright red haired stripper wearing her red high-heels and a blue satin short robe loosely enough to reveal her cleavage, Orpheus instantly forgets about his doubts.

"I was hoping it was you that asked for me." Superstar smiles as she stands in front of Orpheus.

"I've always had a thing for girls in capes." Says Orpheus.

"I wish I knew that." Superstar unties her robe. "I would've brought it with me."

Orpheus fixates on Superstar as she open her robe to teasingly expose the small but pleasingly shaped breasts of her petite body and the yellow stringed bikini bottom.

"In case Tiny didn't tell you, it's forty bucks for one song and a hundred for three songs." Informs Superstar as she places her robe on a nearby hook on the mirrored wall.

"How much for you just standing there while we talk." Asks Orpheus.

"We can talk but my boss won't like it if I just stood here when I should be dancing." Superstar says.

"Well, we can't have that now." Orpheus holds out eighty dollars in twenty dollar bills.

After accepting the money and putting it in the pocket of her robe, Superstar begins her up close and personal dance for her latest customer to Linkin Park's 'Breaking the Habit'. Orpheus allows himself to be momentarily distracted by the sight of the petite dancer as she slowly pulls at the strings of her bikini bottom and lets it fall to the carpet, leaving her wearing only her shoes. Superstar turns herself around to give Orpheus the chance to admire her nude backside as she elegantly rotates her pelvis. Orpheus notices the red-yellow sunburst tattoo below her right shoulder but sets his sight back to the backside.

"So what's your name, handsome?" Superstar asks turning around to face Orpheus.

"Orpheus."

"That's an unusual name."

"My mother was into Greek mythology."

The first song ends followed by The Vines 'Ride With Me" and Superstar leans back on to Orpheus, grinding her nude ass on his lap.

"Remember, you can't touch me but I can touch you." Superstar says in his ear.

"Understood." Agrees Orpheus, enjoying the lap dance.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. You new in town?"

"No, I've been here before, just not in a while. Listen, there's a reason why I asked for you."

"I don't go out with the customers if that's what you want."

"No, not that." Orpheus explains and shows Superstar the photo of Angel. "You know her, don't you?"

Superstar ceases her pelvic grinds as she recognizes the blond girl in the body stocking.

"She used to work here." Superstar answers. "So, what about her?"

"I was told you were friends with her, you helped her out when started working here." Orpheus says.

"Is that what you were talking to Hound about?" Superstar stands up and looks down to Orpheus, ready to interrogate. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Angel's boyfriend." Orpheus tries to assure his naked interrogator.

"So you say." Superstar disbelieves.

"I can prove it." Orpheus opens his wallet and pulls out three small photos to hand them to Superstar.

Superstar pauses for a few seconds before taking the photos from Orpheus and examines them. The first photo is of Angel in her maid's uniform sitting next to Orpheus in his coveralls at a berth of a diner, both smiling at each other. The second photo is of Angel is a blouse and jeans kneeling on what could be a picnic blanket, holding a glass of white wine with Orpheus in a black T-shirt and jeans lying on his side near her with a bottle of beer. The final photo is of Angel with her arms up, presenting herself like a fashion model in mechanic's coveralls in front of a gas station.

"When were these taken?" Questions Superstar.

"Last summer, in Lakeside." Orpheus answers. "She worked at a motel across where I work after she left here."

Superstar looks over the photos several times before handing them back to Orpheus. Orpheus obtains the photos from the stripper's hand and places them back in his wallet. Orpheus then notices Superstar's hand is still open.

"Gimme twenty bucks." Superstar says.

"What?"

"It's a hundred bucks for three songs. The third song is just starting."

Superstar does a quick look to the curtain leading back to the lounge while 'Possession Obsession' by Hall and Oates is being played.

"C'mon, my boss will get suspicious." Superstar persists.

Not sure of what Superstar intensions are, Orpheus gives a twenty to her. Accepting the twenty, Superstar kneels over Orpheus's lap facing him and lowers her ass to resume her lap dancing. After Superstar does another scan of the curtain, she lowers her torso on Orpheus's chest, draping her arms on his shoulders.

"I know Angel, we were friends." Superstar whispers in Orpheus's ear. "When she started working here, the boss made me her designated mentor. I showed her around, how to pole dance, lap dance, where to buy costumes cheap."

"Do you know why she left? She got tired of the place?"

"Someone was after her."

"Who was after her? And for what?"

"I don't know. Someone big. I wanted to help her but she took off without a word."

"You really wanted to help her?"

"Yeah, I wanted to help her." Superstar answers, moving her head to be face-to-face with Orpheus. "She and I...kinda had a...thing."

"A thing?" Orpheus gets curious.

"Yeah, it happened one night after closing time." Superstar explains with a slight smile. "I was showing her some pole dancing moves, and, well, we were a bit drunk because of a few drinks we had earlier because one of the girls got engaged and we had a small celebration in the dressing room."

This can't be what I think it is. Orpheus thinks.

"So, we're on the stage practicing on the pole, we were both in our G-strings but those went off soon after. You may not know this but there's a right way and a wrong way to working the pole while naked. So I'm showing her the right way on the pole, which means I needed to close to her to guide her moves. Really close."

Superstar presses her ass centered on Orpheus's crotch harder as she continues to sway and grind her hips, feeling the hard on underneath his jeans. Orpheus can't help but have his imagination reconstruct the Sapphic encounter between Angel and Superstar into a porno playing in his mind, directed by Superstar's words.

"I don't if it was the drinks or how the lights glistened on her skin or the way her hair smelled, but I found myself getting wet for her. I mean I always thought I was straight, I would kiss one of the dancers on stage and feel nothing. I didn't even know how to have sex with a woman but I wanted to have sex with her so badly."

The pelvic gyrating on Orpheus's lap switches to rhythmic humping as his mental porn movie continues to build-up.

"I couldn't help but kiss her shoulder. Then I just lost control and started feeling her tits. I thought she would push me away but she didn't. She just turned around and kissed me. In my mouth. I thought I was going to cum when I felt her tongue in my month."

The humping gets more intense for both Orpheus and Superstar as they lock eyes on each other. Orpheus feels his hard cock in the pre-cum stage, nearing the climax of Superstar's Sapphic Sex on the Stripper's Stage starring Angel.

"When she told me she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, I somehow knew what it do. I just knew how to have sex with her. So I started kissing and licking her neck, going down to her awesome boobs. Oh, the sweat from her nipples tasted soooooo sweet. Then I got on my knees, where I..."

The sudden grabbing of Superstar's hips interrupts the stripper's recollection (or fabrication), to her shock and confusion, Orpheus pushes her off his lap.

"Enough...that's enough." Orpheus huffs.

Superstar get on her feet and step back from Orpheus as he struggle to stand up, despite his shaky legs and moves to the far end of the room. With both hands against the mirror wall, Orpheus leans forward to catch his breath and calm himself down. Breathing deeply, Orpheus feels his rapid pulse on his neck as he tries to will his heartbeat to slow down.

"You okay?" asks Superstar.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Orpheus replies. "I was really close to...well, ya know."

"I guess we both got carried away." Superstar approaches Orpheus.

Orpheus turns around and leans his back on the mirror, letting out a long exhale.

"So you actually had sex with Angel on the stage?"

"Best forty-seven minutes of my life."

"And it was just the two of you at the club?"

"Well, Tiny stayed to lock up but he had more to drink than the rest of us and fell asleep on the couch by the pool tables. He missed one hell of a show that night."

"So that was a one-time thing with you two?"

"Well,...the last time we had sex was at my apartment...last night."

Shocked by Superstar's comment, Orpheus fully stands up from the wall with fully stable legs to carry him.

"What?"

"Angel was outside the club when I left last night. I took her to my apartment where she stayed the night."

"Did she tell you anything? Like why she left Lakeside?"

"She wouldn't tell me. All she told me was why she left town, someone wanted her and didn't say who or why."

"That's all you two talked about?"

"We...didn't talk much after that. Not until morning when she told me where she was hiding out."

Instead of inquiring about the details of what maybe another sexual encounter with Angel and Superstar, Orpheus quietly takes a step to be face-to-face with Superstar.

"Where. Is. Angel?" Orpheus asks as calm and composed as he can be.

"She's hiding out at the Hotel Carmen on Capri Avenue." Superstar answers.

"Not that I didn't mind the lap dance and...what it could have led to, but you could have told me that sooner." Orpheus says.

Knowing where to go, Orpheus tries to walk around Superstar in order to leave the Blue Shadow and proceed to the next destination of his journey, and hopefully his final one. However, Superstar sidesteps in his way, preventing him from leaving.

"Hang on a minute." Superstar pleads. "I get off work in about twenty minutes. Let me come with you to see Angel. If she really is in trouble, I want to help."

"And you got no problem with me taking her back to Lakeside?"

"Of course not. You seem like a decent guy. Angel told me she was dating someone in Lakeside, it sounded serious."

"She told you about me? About us?"

"Not much really. What she did spoke about you, you seemed too good to be true."

"I'm flattered."

"Listen, Orpheus." Superstar places her hands on Orpheus's arms, sliding up to his shoulders. "I'd appreciate it if you would wait for me. I can steal a bottle of champagne from the bar so when we go see Angel, the three of us can...celebrate."

As Orpheus considers the proposal of the naked bright red haired stripper, he factors in the situation of himself in a hotel room with Angel, his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend who just happens to be an absolute sexual dynamo, along with Superstar Nova, a stripper with a petite and pretty body who, if the lap dance is of any indication, maybe just as sexually satisfying as Angel, as well as given the claim that both girls tend to lose their inhibitions and engage is steamy girl-on-girl sex after taking a certain amount of alcohol.

In the cinema of Orpheus's mind, he envisions the coming attractions of the next porn movie starring Angel, Superstar...and himself.

"Twenty minutes, you said?"

* * * *

Orpheus walks shortly behind Superstar, wearing her robe, as they leave the private dance room on their way to the far side of the lounge. Passing the stage, Orpheus couldn't help but watch Jen Thirteen leaning her back against the pole swaying her hips to Baltimora's 'Tarzan Boy', already stripped down to her tiger-print thong of her jungle girl costume, then suddenly falls forward. Orpheus stops dead on his tracks, about to witness the flaxen haired jungle girl about impact on the stage floor. But to his surprise, and the audience's, Jen's hands slams on the hardwood surface, having her strong arms preventing her from falling face first on the stage. As a sense of relief comes over the audience, including Orpheus, Jen moves one of her arms behind her back and immediately does a series of one-arm pushups.