The REZ near Caretaker, South Carolina… SanTease the local strip club.

“You’re stripping before you walk through the front door?”

Mikaela Merrick laughed as she stood next to the notorious Dr. Freak aka Airika Ferrec, bombshell ginger and resident ICU doctor from Cordoba General Hospital. In her opened Hummer door Airika had her lime green button-down open and off in a blur. Casting it inside her vehicle the good Doctor grinned. “Just the shirt. For now! It’s my day off I fully intend to be naked and drunk off of my ass within the hour. Same as you Missy.” She toyed with the girls raven black curls. “Join me on stage?”

“Fuck… yes!” Mikki laughed. “Let daddy punish me! Last time he had Calvin… anyway I’m good.” More Calvin did not sound all that bad.

“Us baby, Punish us!”

“Right! You might not be a bad stepmother after all. God, your tits are amazing.”

“Let’s not think that far ahead. Nodin would need to show me just how badly he would want to keep this.” She fluttered her fingertips across her body then shut the door. With an entry keypad on the Hummer door, she just locked her car keys inside with her shirt and purse. “Lead the way Manager Mik.”

“I love you Step mommy.” She giggled then looked to the evening sky in prayer, “Sorry Mom. Just having fun.” Anastasia would be frowning at her daughter’s sacrilege. On her way toward the back entrance Mikki shot a glance toward the trailer park up the hill. Watching Calvin Heavy Feather walking to work all dressed up in black, his scalp freshly shaven her heart skipped a beat. Even more, Calvin noticed Dr. Freak and flared his eyes. They waited until he found his way to their side.

“Who is this?” Calvin met up with them as Mikaela told Airika that he was her chief of security. All eyes on Airika’s breasts Mikki frowned.

“Calvin… Airika.”

“Mmmm! Calvin reKlein! I bet you tear up a very deserving asshole.” Airika read their minds, Mikki busting up and Calvin looking smug. “Hmm? Chemistry! Intriguing.” Funny how he just tore up Alexis Roster’s asshole thirty minutes ago. Small world, small anus, much wider now though.

“We’re just co-workers.” Mikaela blushed. “Oliver over his humiliation at dad’s law?”

“I guess. He has a new girlfriend. Cute lil blonde. Crazy bitch but fun.” He omitted that the girl knew Mikki, just in case.

“Oh? How much fun?” Mikki winced.

“We a thing?” He winced back.

“No.”

“It matter then?”

“You and Ollie tagged teamed her, didn’t you?” Mikki shook her head rolling her eyes. Airika merely played with her nipples and nibbled her lower lip at Calvin. He noticed but tried not to. A topless Goddess was hard to overlook. His hard on said it all. Mikki who?

“Who is… Ollie?” Freak played sheepish.

“My brother. He would like you.”

“DON’T PISS OFF MY DAD CALVIN.” Mikaela fought back. Hearing her outburst, he knew she was right. Holding the door for Airika he played the gentleman. Beguiling the bouncer Airika stepped in but ran her palms over her extraordinarily tight white pants. Eyes on her perfect heart shaped derrière he swallowed dryly. He didn’t realize Mikaela’s opinion alluded to Airika. Safe for now… later? Nodin Merrick would have words.

********

8:30 PM…

Nick Sanchez enjoyed his pork chops. Here of late home cooking seemed to become more frequent now that he had Midnight Amador living under his roof, currently beneath his dining table. Before this, he ate at Coastal Waiter’s, the diner where she was employed. Now that she no longer worked there and was under his full support both financially and emotionally, he had less reason to go there. Only Caprice Comstock had a very small lure toward the place these days. Allies were made there, but true friends? Probably that too, he just had less use for them at the moment.

As he dabbed his napkin on his mouth, he slid his chair back and admired Midnight who was still eating her salad of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber slices, ranch dressing and the five droplets of X-AP347 he had laced it with. The drug not meant to harm her merely increase her hormones until her inner thighs, her hunger for sex became ravenous. High powered aphrodisiacs designed by his buddy from childhood Dr. Eugene Holley aka Gene Splice. Private joke due to his DNA studies.

Looking up at him each time she planted her face into her bowl without touching it with her hands and nibbling the meal, far slower eating than Nick without a fork. Her eyes were so gorgeous, full of life living at his feet, his control. There was no place she would rather be. With a few bites of pork chop left Nick pinched the tender chunks and making kissing noises to attract her attention. Lifting up as if a happy pup, Ranch dressing on her chin like leftover jizz she wagged her tail. Stretching over her designer dish she eagerly claimed her treats. Nibble after nibble four separate times he wiped his fingers off and got up to take his plate to the kitchen, washing it in the sink along with his baking pan and utensils. Hands dried he stares over at her until she finishes her meal.

“Bring your dish to me.” Removing her dildo from the floor she placed it sideways between her lips then used her chin to scoot it slowly across the wood floor. With small rubber pieces on the bottom of the dish it wasn’t easy, but she did succeed. The dildo in her way she relocated it to her pussy in order to use her teeth to pick up and pass her bowl over to Nick to be cleaned. Seeing ranch dressing still in it he frowned. “Lick your bowl clean. Never waste.” Holding it for her she leaned in tongue lapping at the sides and within. Her raven black hair was messy. Satisfied that the ranch mixed with her drug was all in her system he washed her bowl for the night.

With a wet paper towel, he cleaned her face and hair as best he could, she refusing to smile but merely looked cute in her ordinary innocently shy manner. Tossing the towel in the trash he walked around her and headed for his bedroom. She remained on her knees until he whistled, calling her like a dog. “ALL FOURS! BRING YOUR CHEWTOY.” He yelled after putting the drug vial back under his bed for safe keeping. He couldn’t leave it laying around to be found and questioned.

Crawling into the bedroom, again sucking on her dildo in transit, Nick noticed her knees were getting bruised a bit from being on them so long. Even in the sand outside the weight on them was imprinting a redness. Examining her tan next in the light he realized her wearing the iron collar all day and sunbathing a caramel-colored ring encircled her throat, almost golden befitting her buttplug. “Very nice.” He told her. “Another day tanning you will be perfect. You need someone to help you keep lotioned in those hard-to-reach areas. I want this complexion almost as dark as your namesake.

“As you wish Kami.” Removing her toy for her she spoke as he ran his thumb across her lips, Midnight kissing his Godlike print lightly. Toy tossed on the floor Nick got undressed before her and walked away to start a hot shower. He wanted to relax now that he had eaten, and hot water would rest up his trying muscles. “Deny yourself the toy.” She was already whimpering over its loss, laying there begging for her attention. She was already salivating over the need to embrace it. Pure hell!

Stepping inside he left her in the bedroom to see just how long her new dosage of X-AP347 would take to groom her hormones into the insatiable slut he wanted her to always be. Cleansing his body well of stink and dirt he closed out his shower with another shrill whistle. Still on all fours Midnight crawled inside the ensuite to face him as he stepped out on to the bathmat. “Drink up.” He had realized in feeding her he hadn’t given her anything to rinse down her meal. Accepting his offer graciously Midnight began licking the beads of water from his body. Her tongue warm and enticing, Nick’s penis grew full tilt before her eyes.

Uncertain if she should just go after his cock and balls, she dried him the best she could from his feet to upper thighs, then moved around him to lick his buttocks. Her journey full circle she returned to facing him. Her brain was reacting to the drug he could see it in her expression, her fingers probing at her clit. Tormenting her further he stroked his beast feverishly directly up to her pouty lips. Each time she eased in wanting him he pulled away. The wait making her crazy she burrowed fingers up inside her cunt. She hoped to cum for him before he shot down at her. “Stop touching yourself. You want only what I offer, not what you offer yourself.” Fingers retreating her vulva she suddenly didn’t know what to do with her hands. They simply went behind her back and held them at the wrist.

Ready to detonate he growls down at her, “Open wide and do not close your lips around me. Wait until fed dessert then swallow” Nick tells her as he places his dick in her mouth laying his foreskin on her awaiting tongue and lets his stream go. Grunts unavoidable he floods her throat as she moans over his gift. After she swallows every last drop. Chuckling to himself he drew back, final droplets peppering her chin. Turning his back to her he bent forward and pried his ass cheeks wide, again offer accepted. Licking his asshole was the highlight that effectively drove the drug through her system. He could literally hear her nasal yearning as she licked his pucker. Smirking he chose to allow her to stand. “ON YOUR FEET! CONTINUE!”

Up she shot, her breasts gliding over his ass cheeks in rising, then across his back as she lapped up water drops beading along his spine and shoulders. Putting her hands behind her back to prevent risk of caressing him she sought out every droplet she could find. His arms reaching for the sky one at a time she went in to lick even his armpits. His clean Kami scent drove her insane to the point of panting, he could feel her trembling up against his body. “FACE ME!”

Circling him she sucked and licked his pecs and abs, his muscles simply intoxicating in their hardened states. Neckline offered at the tilt of his head she moved higher to warmly lapped at his throat. Moans heard from both of them she grew heavily invested in a more energetic cleansing. His dick touching her tummy made her cunt weep out of loyalty. Knowing she was trickling by the streaks going down her thighs Nick picked her up by her ass and hoisted her into the air. Proving his strength, he rose her upward until he could lick the juices from her inner thighs. She instantly began panting in short breathless whines. Reward!

At her pussy Nick flicked her clit twice with his tongue just to stimulate her even further. Arms straining to keep her aloft he lowered her to the floor and yanked her head back by her hair. Kissing her throat only, for a rare two minutes he reared back then growled. “ENOUGH OF THAT! Give me a massage.”

Leading her into the bedroom by her hair he lowered the lights on dim with a rotary dimmer switch. Ambiance demanded he threw himself face down on to the center of his bed with his feet hanging off the end over her sleeping bag on the floor. “Listen carefully! Without touching the bed, itself climb over me until you can massage my shoulders. If at any point your body touches the mattress you go to your bed on the floor and remain there with your toy and your teddy skull. Is that understood?”

“Yes Kami.”

“Mold your feet to my legs without scratching me. Sit up on my ass and get busy.”

Shaking like a leaf she crawled up over him strategically to avoid any mistake. Being limber anyway this feat was not that hard. So, she thought! Clinging to his musculature she used her toes to anchor herself over his upper thighs and sat on his butt cheeks. He could feel her pussy’s warm trail both of body heat and juices flowing without control. He would allow her trickles to touch the bed. Hands in motion she kneaded at his shoulders, her breasts crushed together like joyous melons compressed between her arms in motion.

“Stronger grip.” He advised. Midnight having only massaged her father now and then had only he to gauge her strength. Her mother Irene occasionally out of respect was more tender in request. Happy medium? She tried again. “Perfect! Remember that the next time.” Promising!

“May I speak Kami?”

“Yep!”

“I miss mother. May I call her tomorrow?”

“Absolutely! Tell her you’re safe and happy.”

“I would have without your command.”

“Good to know. The Coast Guard today… tell me your thoughts.”

“Fear at first. Once I knew you wanted that, I was only thinking of you Kami. I only wanted to please you even if it was visually. I… was so horny today. Hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Thank you, Kami.”

“You need to feel that way every second of every day. Train your body to crave your touch, my touch, those I allow to touch.”

“I will. Thank you, Kami.”

“Midnight?”

“Yes Kami?”

“DO NOT LET ME DOWN, concerning that.” His voice roared then lowered in the same breath, “Keep your body enticed always, be it caressing your nipples, rubbing your clit, or using your toy. That dildo is me when I’m not there.”

“I will cherish you, Kami. Fantasize of only you even when I’m with others.”

“There will be others. Many others. Expect that.”

“Yes Kami. I will be ready to please you.”

“Get off me.”

“Kami?”

“I SAID GET OFF.” His demeanor challenging, she abandoned his frame without touching the mattress. Kneeling on her sleeping bag as if punished she observed him roll over on to his back. “Get back up here. Same rules.”

A surge of hormonal urgency struck her interior, the drug amplifying her sex drive. Equally as careful as before she crawled his flesh until his penis was pressed forward over his abdomen, his balls puffy under her inner thighs. Weep pussy weep! Her expression needy she applies her hands back upon his chest and shoulders massaging him.

“Mold your pussy without penetrating it over my dick. Back and forth. Watch your knees they’re gonna dip lower to my sides as you gyrate. Unless you want the floor, I’d advise perfect balance.”

“Yes Kami.” She emotionally melted in her pant. As instructed, she eased further up his body and grazed her tight labia around his enormous girth. Back and forth she tortured herself. Closing his eyes to enjoy her wet willy exhibition Nick simply put his arms behind his head as if a comfy pillow. Listening to her erratic moans, soft but greedy he could almost fall asleep. It reminded him of nature in the jungles of many foreign countries. Peaceful! Tranquil! Until of course the gunfire.

“Dorei!”

“Kami?” She did not understand Japanese.

“It means Slave. That is, you. Only holes for me to use.”

“Which one Kami?”

“To be decided. In this instance… are you asking which one of your holes does my dick want? I’ve only fucked your ass, because that’s befitting of a slave. Pussy is a reward. Mouth is useful in a pinch. Your service today was met with pride. I saw that in you Dorei. Therefore… reward. Lift up and guide my dick inside that cunt. Enjoy yourself!”

“Thank you, Kami.” She nearly wept as she hurried to lift up enough to install his gift. Once his beefy crown found her drenched vulva, she carefully slid back downward over its magnificence. Her awestruck gasp made him open his eyes to witness her expression. Sure enough… euphoria. Beginning her ride, her hormones screamed to the point it was becoming difficult to ride slowly in any intimate capacity. She wanted to ride it hard and violent like she used her toy today. Feeling his body heat inside her, his throbbing along her pink interior walls she was losing herself. Balls deep! Tip at the cusp! Balls deep! Tip at the cusp of retreat. Again and again, Midnight Amador came hard on Kami’s idol. He felt every urgency in her thrusts, he himself bordering on a healthy nut just allowing her to do the work.

“BLESS YOU, KAMI!!!!” She screamed. “I AM FOREVER YOURS!”

Hearing her respect Nick removed his arms from behind his head and drew her down over him. Chest on chest he palmed the back of her head and cradled her in the quick of his neckline. His other hand poised on her lower spine he used his feet to lift his lower body to ensure she wouldn’t risk brushing her knees on the mattress. Taking over he fucked her in his bearhug embrace. Her hands moving behind her to lock at the wrist made certain she would not touch anything but herself. Crying out as she came time after time, orgasms proving hard to resist her body slippage, she did manage. On her third intense orgasm she drooled heavily on his shoulder. His final assault Nick tensed up and launched his withheld firefight like rockets at the enemy. Filling her void with thick white cream she fell like putty in his grasp. Hands however still locked was a miracle in itself.

Just that fast… Nick fell asleep.

Midnight hearing him snore feared moving. Was he her bed for the night? Dare she fall asleep herself and risk touching the bed? Fear in waking him she chose to cuddle. After all he didn’t order her off. Cozy! His dick her perch she loitered. She was still so very horny. How would she ever survive the night? Carefully moving her right hand to her buttplug. As if a baby with a pacifier she used it to fuck her asshole in smaller insertions. Tugged out, transplanted, wiggled, removed shoved back in. Her night was heavenly but hell all the same. She needed more. But again, this was not about her.

********

On the street just across from the Dive Inn Hotel… Caretaker’s finest… ehhh? Debatable!

Clinton Biles and Britney Saunders were getting along great now. His earlier struggles in envisioning the girls grotesque mother Shantel Bigelow fading fast. Brit was adorably cute even with a bit of backside. In truth Clinton liked substance, his wife Mindy having a very similar build lured him in. The more Britney flirted and offered to show her friendship the easier it was to let his guard down. A clean shirt meant the world.

Standing on the curb, Clinton chuckled and sat his bag and beer on the sidewalk then whipped his dirty shirt off for all to see. Britney marveling at his exhibition nibbled a nail. “Should I break out some dollar bills Mister Stripper?”

“Just cannot handle showering then putting on dirty clothes. Can not help the jeans but I can sure lose the stinky shirt.” Dragging out a new t-shirt he pulled it on over his head and left the tags on. Old shirt under his armpit he made a smug grin toward Britney. “Much better.”

“I’m jealous!” She giggled. Brit was not the only one, Lakshmi Surve the girl at the convenient store peering through the window at Clinton’s striptease nearly went over the stations PA system with a Whoop! Whoop! She was panting hard and calling Britney a bitch. Being on surveillance camera her actions would be punishable by her uncle when he looked the video over in the morning.

Grabbing the bag from Clinton, she removed her Get a Grip purple tee and handed it to him. In an extremely bold move Britney Saunders stripped her Pound Puppies pajamas off right on the sidewalk, light traffic going by gawking. A 360 dance to show off went over well. “Man! If I was legally deputized, I’d have to arrest, you.” He chuckled admiring her full-scale nudity. Whipping her tongue out at him she snatched the purple shirt and pulled it over her head.

“Better search me for illegal weapons then Deputy Dog.” Everything was canine to her. Odd but funny. Blame it on the trauma her mom put her through. Poor Foo Foo her Brittany Spaniel! May she rest in peace.

“Keep this up I might let my guard down. Ha! I was a security guard part time, lumberjack full time.”

“No sawing logs until I go back to my own hotel room Buddy.” She pointed with a sneer. “After the massage I give you.”

“Wait? What? Massage?” He grabbed the beer and followed her across the street watching her dance in circles, her ass cheeks peeking out from under her t-shirt. Getting a grip didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. He did request a massage but figured it might be from Caprice. Not tonight, Bear. Tonight, you get the works. More than you ever wanted.