(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I’m primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)

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7:45 PM! The home of Dolan Roster!

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With his daughter Alexis home, he felt relief but also knew it was short lived. He just couldn’t believe his kid was stupid enough to want to be Oliver Heavy Feather’s woman. As much as his heart broke that she was defiant of his fatherly advice… no… commands, he still had a job to do. As wore out as he was, he needed air before he went off on his daughter. A shower to relax while his dad Albert opted to stay the night along with Caprice to help try and get through to Alexis or at the very least babysit her, he kept his distance. CC showering with Dolan tried her best to relax his nerves, while Albert made dinner with Ali’s help. Even Albert found words hard to come by concerning his granddaughter. She was bullheaded and refused to hear anything but what she wanted out of life. At least she wasn’t packing yet.

“Just breathe Dolan. I do have connections on the REZ that will keep an eye on Ollie and what he does with Alexis. She is an adult, there’s nothing more you can do outside of alienate her further by putting your foot down.” She washed his back as he held his head under the torrent of hot water. Not even this beautiful blonde pampering him was helping.

“I appreciate you, Caprice, I do. I wasn’t certain you staying the night here was the right thing to do but if anyone can get Ali to understand what she’s getting in to, it’s you.”

“I can only try Dolan. So, am I sleeping on the couch downstairs seeing as Albert is camping out here too?”

“You can sleep in my bed. I’m not going to be here tonight. If I don’t put some distance between my kid and I, I’m afraid I’ll lay a hand on her. Fury is building up CC. That is so not me.”

“Frustration is common when you care. I won’t let you strike Ali. Strike me before you do that.”

“Why would I strike you?”

“Because I’ll be standing between you two. I’m tough Dolan, trust me I’ve taken punches before. I know how to punch back too. Ask Oliver… strike that! He’s… ” She wanted to say beaten her ass more times than she cared to admit but that would only make matters worse. Alexis would likely face Ollie’s wrath at some point too. Of course, with the tribal elders breathing down his neck and Dolan being a Sheriff that might calm him some. Ollie did fear Merrick. That, and Ollie’s brother Calvin would likely stand up to Ollie as well. Alexis might actually be in a better situation than Caprice ever was. While yes, CC had her fair distribute of supporters, she didn’t have a parent who cared. Hugging him from behind she just ceased talking. He knew how rough Ollie was. It was gonna get uglier in the coming weeks.

“Much as I love the feel of you all up on me CC, I need my space.” No further attempts at coddling him Caprice kissed his shoulder and stepped out of the shower to dry off. The bathroom was all his. Good thing, he needed a good cry and a healthy prayer. An emotional speech to the memory of his late wife Trudy over their baby was emotionally horrible. He remained in the bathroom another thirty minutes.

Teary herself feeling his sorrow Caprice crept to his bedroom where her clothes were. Emphasis on were. “What the hell? Where did my… ” A squint down the hall her ears picked up on the upstairs washer running, Alexis Roster humming in her room with a happy demeanor. “No way did Princess do my laundry.” Gonna Dolan’s closet Caprice found a button-down shirt and put it on so as not to go parading around naked. Once attired she took a walk to discover Alexis in her bedroom. Standing nude in front of her mirror brushing her long blonde hair Ali saw CC’s reflection.

“Hey future, Step mommy.”

“Not happening! Stop playing matchmaker Kid. Did you throw my clothes in the washer?”

“Yep! I didn’t have a full load, so I improvised. You’re welcome. Daddy’s shirt looks good on you. Love the tattoos by the way. Dad would never let me have any. I bet Ollie will.”

“Sit down here with me.” CC moved from the doorway and took a seat on the girl’s bed. Turning with her brush Alexis joined her hip to hip.

“I think you and daddy would be a good couple. You did just shower with him so there has to be chemistry.”

“I like Dolan, I’m just not ready to settle down. I won’t tell you what to do but I don’t think you are either.” Ali began to disagree when CC palmed her mouth shutting her up. “Just hear me out. I saw how you looked at the Sage boy when we drove by the church on the REZ. I know that look Ali… you were fond of him… or at the very least found him cute.”

“Heck, yes!” Ali mumbled until CC lowered her palm. Taking the brush from Alexis, Caprice took to brushing the girl’s hair for her. “My mom used to brush my hair. Yep! You have my blessing to marry my dad.”

“Stop that!” CC laughed.

“Oswald and I met when daddy gave me community service. He’s sweet, but he’s not a real man like Ollie. I know you don’t approve because you used to be his girl.”

“Emphasis on used to be. Ali you don’t know Oliver like I do. He’s a major prick. Sure, I loved him at one point but that never went how I hoped it would. He got really rough with me.”

“Yesssssssss! That’s what I want. I love rough sex.”

“Not when he punches you. I wore bruises more often than not. To this day I don’t know how I have all of my teeth.” That made Ali pause, believing her was not an option though. “You will find out on your own someday. I will say this, and don’t tell your father I said it because I’ll deny it. I did notice a sudden change in the Force so to speak. Ollie… I think you struck something in him he wasn’t expecting.”

“Love, I hope! I’ll do anything he ever tells me.”

“That’s what I once said. I did everything he asked of me for the longest time but then he got abusive. It brought back bad memories of my parents; they were abusive toward me growing up. I just couldn’t take it any longer, so I bailed. The only way you’re ever going to see what I’m telling you to be the truth is by experience. I just want you to know you can come to me anytime you need a shoulder.”

“Thanks, but I’m good. I won’t betray my man. At least I can run naked whenever I want with Ollie. Daddy always hated my nudism.”

“Uh? He is a public official Ali.”

“If Midnight Amador can walk naked in town; I can. So, there!”

“You do know the REZ police won’t allow you to go streaking either, right?”

“We’ll see about that. Bet me I will.”

“Live and learn kid!” As if a breaking off point they heard the bathroom door open and Dolan coming out in only a towel. Taking a stroll to Ali’s room he found CC brushing his daughter’s hair.

“Hey daddy! Mom here is awesome.” CC just rolled her eyes. Dolan stared at them completely powerless then turned away and walked back to his bedroom. “I can finish my hair. Go suck daddy off and calm him down.”

“Hey! If I’m going to be mommy, I can still wash your mouth out with soap.”

“HA! I like you. Thanks for dumping Ollie.”

“Whatever! On your own kid. I changed my mind! Don’t come crawling to me when he hurts you.”

“Last person I’d crawl to. Guys love it when I crawl to them, so I’d go to the first guy I saw before I would you.” Tongue razzed playfully CC knew she was teasing. Still, it was enough for CC to take her leave. Two more days of this Princess she might be doing the punching instead of Oliver. Bitch!

Closing Ali’s door behind her Caprice started for Dolan’s when he shut and locked his door too. “Well, fuck! I wore out my welcome already.” Headed downstairs smelling food CC shuffled into the kitchen. Opening the oven door, she saw a casserole baking and puckered. “Finally, something home cooked rather than diner food and delivered pizza. Albert must love cooking. Wonder where the old man went?” Searching about she found Albert out on the back porch smoking a cigar and… Oh, boy!

“Am I interrupting you?” He was beating off to porn on his cellphone. Moving to sit next to him he tried covering up, but she paused his arm. “Don’t stop on my account. Not the first knuckle sandwich I’ve been served.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Nope! Be yourself Alberto. Just don’t offer me a facial. I won’t go there.” He chuckled at her pleasant attitude.

“Thanks!”

“That because of me or Debbie Does Caretaker on your cell there?” She claimed his phone to watch the porn. “Why do I feel as if I know… oh! Home movie, huh?”

“Yeah! Olive Longtree. We bump boots on occasion. You did NOT just see that woman twerk her big ass. Is that clear?”

“Wow! Good for you Gramps. Olive’s a good bird. Go Albert! Go Albert!” She chuckled watching Albert stroke his cock with vigor. The ashes of his cigar dangling from his lips getting long CC took it from his mouth. Flicking the ashes off on the steps first, she had to tease Albert by putting the thick cigar between her lips and looking as if she were giving it head, moans and all. Beet red in the face the elder Roster chuckled as she inevitably choked over it.

“Gag reflex needs work.”

“I know, right!” A few more coughs she passed it back. “Here! I’ll just hold your movie steady; you hold this Cuban and Fidel with Castro.”

“Thanks.” Two minutes later Albert nuts, sending a couple nice threads of cum out into the grass. “Damn that felt righteous.”

“Not bad for an old fart. Most guys your age they burp up a dribble. That there was a fishing line being cast.”

“I do love fishing. So, you going to be my new daughter-in-law?”

“Not you too. Al, I’m not looking to be a blushing bride. Booty call at best. Friend definitely! I’m only here to try and ease the pain over Ali’s decision. It’s not looking good.”

“Nope! I agree.” He stands up to tuck his big dick back into his cargo shorts. Sitting back down he looked at CC. “I think that’s my shirt you’re wearing.”

“I got it from Dolan’s closet. Ali tossed my clothes into the washer with her bikini.”

“I left a few shirts here for when I babysat the brat. Glad I could cover you up.”

“Uh huh! You’re thinking facial. I can read you like a Playboy magazine.”

“I might have one more in me.”

“Keep it in your trousers Al. I… “

“Casserole’s out of the oven.” Dolan made an appearance dressed to kill and looking dapper in all black which included jeans and a polo shirt. “I’m stepping out to clear my head. I’ll be back by morning. I don’t know about sober, but I’ll be back. Don’t let Alexis out of your sight.”

“We got this son. Don’t get pulled over for a DUI when you’re the sheriff.”

“Wouldn’t that be something.”

“Where are you headed? Just in case you need a Guber.” Uber!

“Londale. Think I’ll patronize your ole’ friend Winston at his bar Loaded.”

“Been a spell since I stepped into Loaded, myself. Tell Win I said Hey.”

“Will do. As for you… ” He pointed at CC threateningly, “… sleep tight.”

“I promise I’ll sleep on your side of the bed to keep it warm. Um? Which side is your side?”

“Sprawl out I’ll just sleep on you when I get back.”

“Mmm! Be careful out there. No wrecks! Please? I don’t want to be a single mother. It appears we’re engaged if Alexis and Albert here have their way.”

“Let’s not head to the courthouse this century. I can hold my liquor. You can hold your licker.” He wagged his tongue. “See you when I get home.” Dolan Roster needed his freedom. Booze was begging for his cash.

“He loves my licker.” She winked at Albert. Standing up again he let out a drowning sigh and unzipped to pull his dick back out. Just seeing her tongue flipping at him like a lizard, he needed to rub one more off.

“And that’s my cue to test out your tuna casserole.”

“Dammit! I was going to test your tuna. Don’t burn your tongue.”

“Don’t rub yourself raw.”

As CC went inside Albert shrugged with a pucker, “She has my vote Dolan. I’ll walk her down the aisle for you. My shirt’s big enough on her to be a wedding dress. Rather she wears a veil only though. Hell, I might officiate.”

A definite keeper!

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Cordoba, thirty plus miles from Caretaker. Stepping back on the clock by a short period of time. 6:00 PM

Crimson Merrick discovered Dr. Freak’s big yellow Hummer and swallowed at the massive size of that big, gorgeous tank. “Holy crud! I can’t drive this thing. I’ll kill somebody. Maybe I should just camp out inside this thing until Airika clocks out.” Unlocking it she at least climbed up to look inside. “Look at all the chrome in this buggy. The doc must be loaded.” After careful scrutiny she realized that the red Jaguar that Airika had mentioned was gone. No Biggy she wondered, she had enough to contend with knowing Cybercock was nearby.

“Shit! I left the flowers he gave me in the room. Ah well! Donate them I say.” Getting comfy in the plush seating she got bored fast. The heat in the garage was extreme. “If I start the air conditioning in this chariot, she’ll be out of gas in fifteen minutes. These buggies guzzle gas.” She had a giggle thinking of Hummer and guzzle. Yep! That snake venom she burnt out of her system had her loopy. Not that badly!

“I really would like to see how Airika lives. That way when I get back home, I can fill dad in. Fuck it! Let’s take out the side of a bus.” Starting the vehicle, she heard the power behind it and flared her eyes. “Damn! That made my clit quiver.” GPS set and confirmed she sat the piece of paper down on the passenger seat and carefully backed up Sherman. As in Sherman tank! With room to both sides, Airika taking up two spots she was good to go. Pulling out of the garage she had to wait for a big black hopped up panel van to drive by. The driver a black woman with dreads and dark sunglasses peered over at her. Crimson being Crimson smiled and waved. Unlike many in her tribe, especially her father, she was fond of everyone, or at least respectful.

“Fine! Don’t wave! She looked mean anyway. Grace Jones, much?” Being nerdy she was an old movie fan, so Conan the Destroyer was a classic in her mind. Grace was the badass bitch of her era. Leaving the garage slowly now that traffic allowed it she took the city one light at a time. Within fifteen minutes, driving slowly she reached the address Airika gave her. Pulling into the driveway in front of a three-car garage she wondered better of parking inside. “My luck I’d hit the gas and take out a living room wall. You, Sherman, get to stay outside until I pick up your Tank Commander.” Climbing out she walked to the front door and immediately noticed not one but two cameras. One activated into an up and down motion then blinked a blue light. “That’s freaky. I feel like I just got checked out.” Unlocking the door she deactivated the alarm code as Dr. Ferrec gave her. Once inside she ignored resetting it in favor of exploring.

A sunken living room with a wall mounted 80-inch TV was impressive, the sectional white and leather. The artwork alone was wicked. Every single piece had a naked woman in some contorted pose, a man or a woman over them as if in dominance. Made sense with all of the bondage fetish items in glass cases spread about the house. “What did my dad get himself into? Whoa! She really is a freak. A brass bust of a female facing a wall even had a huge cock mounted on the wall in her mouth. A button on it the dick moved out of its wall mount and fucked the brass face with a squishing noise accompanying it. “That is fucking twisted. Again, what did dad get into? Hell, what did I get into?”

Kitchen seemed normal and roomy, a 4×8 marble island with seats all around it looked beautiful until she found shackle ports in the sides to obviously chain someone down on top of it. Trembling hard she continued snooping. Finding four bedrooms, each looked relatively innocent. Even here the artwork was beautifully erotic, one painting two women in a 69 position. “I wonder if she had Mikayla in that position?” She couldn’t wait to get home and tease her sister. The master, rather the mistress bedroom, Crimson concluded had not one but two Kingsize beds pushed together with one humongous comforter and set of sheets. Definitely made specifically for the beds. “Orgy room?” That it was!

Finding a bathroom adjoining the mistress room she had to relieve herself. Dropping her jeans, she took a seat on the toilet and peed. Noting a bidet feature she used it to clean herself. Refreshed she noted a third dial and winced at it. “Hmm?” Unable to resist seeing what it did she tried it and got far more than she bargained for. A tiny arm from beneath the toilet’s ring extended and tilted upward before she realized anything. Feeling something touch her pussy then vibrate she bulged her eyes. “OH, FUCK!” Laughing over it she let the thin arm mold to her hood and seek out her clitoris. “Mind of its own. OH, MY GOD!” Crimson couldn’t resist letting it do its job. In minutes she climaxed on the potty. “That can’t be sanitary.” She giggled. Another rinse she smiled and stood up. “She thinks of everything. I can only imagine the secrets in this place.”

A set of French doors leading from the mistress bedroom to a balcony, Crimson opened it up and stepped out into the late afternoon air. Glass railing all around the balcony there was no hiding from any voyeurs that was for sure. Even more there was an upraised platform with a cushion to lay on top of to sunbathe. “She wants the neighbors to see her. I bet she sunbathes naked up here and masturbates for them. Airika’s one crazy bitch!”

Peering over at the sparkling swimming pool she could see the bottom of it. It was painted as if a massive vagina, that made her crack up. “Unbelievable! I wish I had my cell to take pictures. Wait! What’s that on the bottom, the clit area. Now that’s twisted! The clit has a massive dildo attached to it. She must fuck it underwater. I bet she has some killer parties.” The twelve foot privacy fence was laughable, it too was glass to be able to see literally every move on her property. “I cannot go swimming with everyone… ” She smirked, “Nobody knows me. Why not have my fun. This will probably be the only time I’ll ever visit this swingers club.”

Heading back downstairs she heard a clicking only for a second. It sounded like the front door. “Hello? Is anyone here?” Officially on edge she went on downstairs and looked around. Not a soul in sight. Setting the alarm now to feel safer she walked outside to the pool and shot glances at the three properties surrounding Airika’s backyard. Not a soul! Cameras however pointed right at her pool. They weren’t fools. Even when they couldn’t be home, they could peepshow the Doc.

Trembling, she took the risk and disrobed. Once naked she hurried into the water and began swimming laps. It was incredible to feel so free. She even dove down to the seabed so to speak, or was that shebed? The dildo down there was basically a horse cock in its length and thickness but veiny like a real man, the head the size of both of Crimson’s fists. In her thoughts she wondered, “Does Freak really use this thing?” Touching it the feel was real and even warming to the touch. Shaking her head, she surfaced for air and shot nervous glances all around. She felt like she was being watched. It had to simply be the cameras. It was unlikely they could see the floor below at their angles.

“I have to try that seahorse cock.” She giggled. Deep breath inhaled she dove back under and positioned herself to make the attempt. Just straddling that big boy was awkward but once she felt that forearm shoving inside her she felt the heat of it stimulating her uterus, yes that deep. She challenged herself to go as far down on it as she could cope with. “I want to live here.” She rode that to the best of her ability until her oxygen was running low. A good swimmer she had a decent set of lungs. But too long was too long. She had to get off of Aquaman and surface.