Life in Peril - Pt. 01

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.

This is the sequel to my story entitled Life Interrupted. I hope you enjoy.

Life in Peril Pt. I

The Bad Guys

Charlie took the week off after his big presentation. His boss felt he earned it and he really needed the time to process many things that had taken over our lives. It was time for him to step up and reclaim his manhood and, for us, our relationship as husband and wife. It was time for me to step up and be the good wife.

The first thing he did on Monday was to contact a good attorney. Mark Arbiter practiced general law with an emphasis on criminal law. He has for the past twenty years and has had a great track record. His clients raved about him. One was Charlie's friend Jerry Freed.

Jerry got caught up in a little dust up at his job when he was attacked by one of the lower-level workers who just had it in for Jerry. One day, after work, this guy outright attacked Jerry in the parking lot for no apparent reason. Jerry is not the biggest guy, but he was not one to back down from a fight and, after taking the guy down with a knee to the groin, he beat the guy pretty badly. Probably more than he should have. Fortunately, he hooked up with Mr. Arbiter, who proved that the man had a violent history of attacking others and, although Jerry tore the guy apart, he was let off with no conviction and no record. Arbiter was our man.

The attorney agreed to see us Wednesday night, after I got off work. On Monday, my ex-friend and workmate, Pam, quit after reading me the riot act for putting her in harm's way. I deserved it and she did not leave the door open to reconciliation. She called me a dirty whore and hung up on me. After putting her in the position I did, I deserved it. Taking a day off from work right now was impossible, and seeing the attorney at night worked out just fine. But what would or could we tell him?

On Wednesday night, about six p. m., a well dressed man in his fifties came knocking on our door, briefcase in hand. "Mr. & Mrs. Allyard, my name is Mark Arbiter and if all goes as planned tonight, I will be working with you as your attorney. Charlie gave me a brief rundown of the problems you are facing, but did not give me many details."

"Well," I said. "I've got a question before we start, if that's okay."

"It's better than okay. Tell me of your concern."

"First of all, everything we are to discuss will be held by you in full confidence, correct?"

"The rules about attorney-client privilege are written in stone, and I will divulge nothing about what we speak of without your permission. I'm here to represent you, not bring you harm."

"Under what conditions could those confidences be broken?"

"None. I've never betrayed a client's confidence, and once you give me my five-thousand-dollar retainer, you will be my client. Nothing you say will pass my lips. Again, unless you give me permission to do so. You're the boss."

"Charlie, let's get that check written out right now."

"Already done. Here, Mr. Arbiter." And Charlie handed him the check he had written in anticipation of our meeting. Charlie was all in. So was I.

"Please, folks, call me Mark. What we will be doing will be of a very personal nature and I'd feel more comfortable if we were on a first-named basis."

"I'm Charlie and this is Lu."

"Lucille." I said.

"Fine. Lucille, Charlie tells me that you have run into trouble with the law and that you are both involved in some illegal goings on. Please enlighten me."

"Well," I said. "We hired these contractors to do our kitchen." And then I told him the story of the blackmailing and our servitude to Urban Mann. We sat there at the kitchen table, and spelled it all out for him, including my involvement with the police and my role in the bust of Urban Mann and his whole gang. I did not, however, go into any detail about the gangsters I'd met.

"It sounds like you've got matters in hand with regard to your prostitution case. I can handle any parts of that in my sleep. Why am I really here?"

"Jerry said you were smart," Charlie said. "The case is not over and Lu is a confidential informant for the lead investigator in the case against Urban Mann. The feds will be involved too, and they will be at least questioning Lu. I don't want her to do this without capable counsel by her side."

"That's very wise, Charlie. Lu, I don't want you to make any moves, any appointments or talk to law enforcement in any way on any level. When they contact you, let them know you are represented by counsel and that they should contact me. I will make all appointments and attend the same." Then he pulled his tablet out of his briefcase and we hooked him up to our Wi-Fi.

While we looked over a few documents he had brought for our signatures, he did research on his tablet regarding Urban Mann. He moved through the internet at breakneck speed and apparently found what he was looking for. The bust had made the news in a big way, and Mark was absorbing everything he could regarding the major bust of a black mafioso.

"Looks like this guy is in pretty deep; prostitution, trafficking, murder. Probably a hundred other charges they will dig up on him. Has he tried to contact you?"

"No." I said. "At least not yet. My cop friend said to notify him if he tries."

"Don't. Don't take the call and don't notify the cops. Call me. Mann will try to get ahead of you on this. Don't let him. Speak to me before anyone regarding anything case related. I want the info on your cop friend. I want to speak to him before he gets any ideas of contacting you without my say so."

"Yes, sir. It's good to have you on our side. I feel better already."

"Just don't get cocky. It sounds like right now, none of the bad guys know about your role in this bust that took them down. Let's do everything in our power to keep it that way. I'm just a lawyer helping you with the prostitution charge, nothing more."

"Yes sir!" We both called out.

At that, the lawyer left and we were on our own. And I had a job to do. My job - reclaim my husband and do everything in my power to restore his manhood. His cock cage was removed two days ago and I hadn't done anything about it. Well, that shit has to stop right now.

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"Charlie," I said, looking him over with doe eyes. "Come to bed. I have something for you."

"Do you really want me, Lu? I thought you were black cock only, and that I was out for the count."

"Forgive me, Charlie, but I got caught up in something I couldn't control and it swept me away. Will you ever forgive me?"

"Forgive you? I love you, Lu. Like nobody, ever. Despite what we've been through, you are the love of my life."

"And you are the love of mine. Please let me prove it to you. Can you forgive me and let me try?"

"Of course, I forgive you for everything and anything that may have happened between us."

"Come to bed, Charlie. I've got a treat for you."

I took his hand and dragged him up the stairs and brought him to our bedroom, where I stripped him down and then stripped myself down. But I stripped down slowly and very, very sexy. He got the point, and so did I.

For the first time in a long time, I kissed Charlie like he was the love of my life. That's because he is. Despite what I have recently put him through. We made out for a good long time until I started to juice up a bit and I latched onto his average but adequate dick and gave him the tongue stud treatment. He liked it. He liked it a lot. Especially when I took him wholly in my mouth and tickled his fancy just right. It'd been a while, and he came all over my mouth and face.

I really wanted to fuck him, and should have held back. But my blowjob skills had improved so much and I was used to going much longer with men who were having continuous sex. I really wanted that thing of his in me, but it was not to be. Not till later, at least.

But this could not be about me. It had to be about my Charlie. He deserved more than I could give him. He wore that cage without complaint all that time, and it was time for some makeup sex. Making up for lost time. Making up to Charlie for what I had put him through. What Urban demanded, and I did.

"Charlie. Let's go down and get a drink and see if we can continue where we left off."

"Really. You are wonderful, my Mist..."

"No. I'm not wonderful, and I'm not your mistress anymore. We are equals, Charlie. We are mates. And from now on, that is the way I will treat you. I really screwed up and won't let that happen again."

We threw on our robes and went downstairs and I made myself a whiskey sour while Charlie pulled a beer out of the fridge. We sat around the kitchen table, kibitzing and teasing each other. Charlie was really smiling now. Obviously happy at his new lot in life. But could I pull it off?

My mind fell back on Mort and the things we had done and wanted to do again. How can I explain him to Charlie? What I wanted from Mort but couldn't get from Charlie. It rattled around in my head, sounding an awful lot like my relationship with Urban. Another black man set to steal my heart from the man I love and who loves me. Could I inadvertently be relegating my husband to the status of cuckold again without even thinking about it? Maybe I am nothing but a dirty, fucking whore, like Pam said. But who is she to say? I might be a whore, but she is an absolute slut, with a string of men to prove it.

We talked about the attorney a little bit about how impressed we were with him. I finished my drink and stood up and approached Charlie. I grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him to me. We kissed, and it was a good one. So, we did it again. As we started to make out, Charlie guided me to the steps and up we went to the bedroom where I was prepared to make a spectacle of myself if that's what it takes to put a smile on Charlie's face. He had removed his tongue stud a couple days ago when he removed his cock cage and was focusing on mine as we kissed. Always a good kisser, what Charlie lacked elsewhere he made up for in the kissing department. That's what won my heart. His kiss. And he hadn't lost his touch. And I could feel that my kisses were affecting him.

I took him by the hand and hauled him into the bed, where I orally stimulated him, down there, and brought him to a nice firmness. I needed no lube for this dick. So I primed my pussy with a little finger action, and lay down on the bed with my arms out to him. "Come Charlie, be mine. Make love to me." And that's exactly what he did.

He did not jump on me and pound away at me. Which he could have. He lay next to me and kissed me and played with my tits in the most enjoyable way. He kissed them as well, while he played with my pussy with his long fingers, causing me to get very wet, very quickly. As he continued to kiss my lips, he climbed on board and slowly entered me easily. Between his size and my moisture level, it went quickly. But Charlie took it slow. I don't know if he learned this while he was fucking men, but it's different from the love we made in the past. A heightened intimacy, if you will. All I know is it was different. In a good way. A very good way.

Slowly, we pursued each other like a couple of minks trying to mate. He was good at this. Different from the men I'd grown used to. This was not one of those power fucks I had grown to know. Certainly, no Big Tony Blue. He was the opposite, and it was just what I needed. I could see myself falling in love with Charlie again, but not just yet. It's a process.

It felt great, and I could feel the warmth radiating from my core to the rest of my body. I was heading in the right direction, but I needed something more to get me where I was looking to go. And Charlie, God bless him, got me there. I was moaning pretty loudly after a time and my husband took that as a sign to get this train rolling. And he did.

He started to pound away at me like he was digging for gold. He was a man on a mission, and the mission was clear. Charlie wanted an orgasm, and he wanted it from me. Focused on what was happening in my vagina made it hard to think about what I could do for him, but one thing stuck out. Charlie had a lot of anal sex lately, so I decided to exploit that. I licked my finger and stuck it up his ass and he just hooted and pumped harder. So, I pumped my finger in and out as hard and fast as I could. And I was reaping the benefits. Somewhere in there I had me a big wet orgasm. As good as any I'd had on Urban's dick.

Maybe it's the emotion I was caught up in. Maybe it was just Charlie being a pretty damned good fuck. And when he came, he came big. You would hardly know he did that earlier as well.

We collapsed into each other and just lay there, satisfied to our cores and me with a stinky brown finger. I had to run to the bathroom and wash my hands and clean up the cooch. Didn't want to offer it to him for cleanup just yet. It might seem like too much of a punishment for him. When and if he is ready, so will I be.

Charlie put me in a great mood. We lay there and smooched a little and did some pillow talking about how much we loved each other and how wonderful it was to be back as a couple. I can't remember the last time I felt so comfortable. I spooned into Charlie, who seemed as comfy as me. Then my damned cell phone, sitting on the night table, rang. It was Mort. I had to take it.

"It's fuckin' nine o'clock at night. What the fuck could you possibly want?"

"Trey Fortune just got let out on bail."

"What? How the fuck? Trey is out of jail? I'm putting you on speaker. Charlie should hear this."

"We've got no sheet on the guy, and much of what we have on him is circumstantial, so they kicked his bail down to two fifty, with a twenty-five thousand dollar cash bail and he's out."

"Shit, shit, shit shit. Do you think he'll run?"

"I think he'll do whatever it takes to get his buddy out of jail."

"Oh fuck. Am I compromised?"

"Not that I'm aware of. You're just another one of his chicks."

"Yeah, right. His chick that's sleeping with a fucking cop. I'm sorry you had to hear that, Charlie." Charlie just shrugged.

"Listen. I don't even think I'm supposed to be talking to you. I'm represented by counsel now."

"I hope he's a good shot."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"These people regularly ignore all facets of the law. And I don't know what Urban's associates know, only that they know they've got a snitch on the pitch and Trey will go looking for that snitch. Do you want me to bring you in?"

"Bring me in?"

"Both of you. We can get you to a safe house and then off to witness protection."

"Wouldn't that compromise me? It's an outright admission. I think I'd be better off taking my chances playing this game."

"For what it's worth, Trey has been restricted to his home and is wearing an ankle monitor."

"How about Elmo?"

"He's got a sheet as long as your arm. He ain't goin' nowhere. This just became the Trey Fortune show."

"More like wheel of fortune. You spin and win, you snooze, you lose. What do I do if Trey tries to contact me?"

"Take his call and contact me afterwards. His ankle monitor is bugged, so we will be able to hear what he says in real time, and we'll be watching him closely."

"How about me? Who's watching me?"

"I never stopped having eyes on you. Not since the minute the bust went down."

"I guess I should take some comfort in that."

"That's right firecracker."

"Firecracker? Is that my name now?"

"It's your handle. We do not refer to you as Lucille Allyard, but as firecracker."

"What if the bad guys make that association? I'm as good as caught."

"They won't. The security with my guys is airtight. No one will ever know."

"If I'm firecracker, what is Urban's handle?"

"We refer to him as A-Bomb. Because he is the nuclear option."

"What's Trey, Hydrogen Bomb?"

"Nope. He's Torpedo, 'cause that's what he does."

"He shoots down boats?"

"No, people. And we believe he has taken down a boatload of them. We just don't have any physical connections right now, but now that we have his DNA and prints, the research people are trying to tie him into a series of killings. If we can peg him on one, we've got him and he'll wind up back in jail."

"How about Watts? Is he in jail?"

"No. He was taken when we busted the estate, but was let off with the rest of the regular employees. The cook, and maids and such."

"What? No bail or nothin?"

"Nope. Let off on his own recognizance. But we are doing our best to build a case. A few witnesses would sure come in handy about now. Do you volunteer?"

"Shit, No. I..."

"And nobody else will either. See, that's our biggest problem. Fear. Everyone is afraid of these guys and what they might do to them if they bore witness to the terrorism these dudes bring down on so many people. We just found another of Urban's girls. A number fourty-eight."

"She must know a lot. Can you get her to talk?"

"It's a little late for that. They fucked her up pretty good, and she was quite dead when we found her. It wasn't a pretty sight. These people have no mercy. They have no souls."

"Maybe we should hit the road. New place, new names, a whole new life."

"It's not as easy as it sounds, Luce. We can get you there, but once you start running, you never stop. And you're always looking over your shoulder."

"So, you're saying to stay and fight?"

"I can't make up your mind for you. Just give you the alternatives and let you make your own choices."

"Right now, my mind is a little torched. I feel like I can't think straight and I feel like I'm walking through two feet of mud with a pair of lead boots. Ya gotta help me with this Mort, I need..."

"I think right now you need to come out to Charlie and the two of you have decisions to make. You've got a lawyer, and that's good... for the prostitution charge. You'll have to go to court, but, like I said, expect the charges to be dismissed due to lack of evidence. Both you and your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend anymore."

"Oh?"

"She blew me off for dragging her into this mess. She's gonna get off really easy, and she doesn't even know it. Nor does she appreciate it. It just crushed me when she called me a dirty fucking whore. But she's not wrong."

"C'mon, Luce. She's not right. You're no whore. You just got caught up in something you could not control. In other words, you got royally fucked."

"Me and Charlie. We got drawn in and in trying to preserve our dignity, we lost our freedom. We lost our right to choose how we live our lives. It's..."

"It's how these people live their lives, Luce. By stealing others. They take advantage of the weak and naïve, and get fat and rich doing it. In that regard, I would be surprised if Trey doesn't try to contact you."

"Then what do I do? I'm fucked either way. Literally."

"That's up to you, Luce. But if you don't run, you better be prepared to maintain the persona you have for these past months. It's gotta be a lot of 'yes, master' and 'no, master."

"No. Never no, Master. Always yes."

"I see you've made your choice. Welcome to the team. Now what of Mr. Allyard?"

"Charlie. You've been listening. Are you in or out?"

"Wherever my Mistress goes there go I. I guess I'd better fetch my cock cage."

"Not just yet. We'll only have you wear that on an as needs basis. And as little as possible."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You see, Mort, Charlie is a team player and we love each other, so what one of us does the other one goes with. Despite what you've seen and what I have said, he is my man and always will be."

"Thank you, Mistress Lu, for your kind words. And I should probably tell you both that last Friday, I bought a gun and I've been notified I can pick it up as my permits and registration are approved and my five day waiting period is over."

"A gun. Charlie, what are you gonna do with a gun? Do you even know how to shoot a gun?"

"Remember my service with the Army before we met. I was a rifleman with the First Infantry, Delta Company. Where we went, things changed. It's been a minute, but you don't lose those skills."

Mort got curious and asked, "What kind of piece, if I might ask?"

"Standard police issue Glock 9 mm. semiautomatic pistol. I can't wait to take it apart and put it back together again."

"You had better get some practice on that thing before you go flashing it around. What kind of permits do you have?"

"I have a closed carry permit and a license to possess in my home and vehicle. Of course it's registered. And I intend to run a couple boxes of bullets through it before I even get it home."

"Good luck, Charlie," Mort said. "You know it's more likely to get you killed than save your life."

"Well then, I'll go down fighting, won't I. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner."

"Self-preservation," I said. "The simple will to live another day."

Mort excused himself, as he was busy with the case. He told me to keep him in the loop no matter what was going on. "Expect Trey. And call me."

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I didn't hear from Trey until Friday. That was the day Pam came into the office to collect her things and her last paycheck. She didn't stop to say goodbye; she never even looked at me. She just did her business and left. Trey was another story altogether.

"Lu, it's good to know they let you out on bail. Me too. I have a message to you from Urban."

"Please tell me. What does my Master have to say?"

"That he may be in stir for a while, and that I will be taking over as your new Master until his return. I hope that is suitable."

"Yes, Master. What is your bidding?"

"I knew I could count on you, Lu. Poor Helga and Jiggles are still in lock up over at Women's Detention. But at least you and Inga got let out."

"How about Elmo? Did he get out? And Watts?"

"Watts is out on recognizance, and Elmo is in lock-up. Elmo's got a record and just associating with the folks in that house is a parole violation for him. Fuckin' cops. I gotta wear this fuckin' ankle monitor."

"Ankle monitor?"

"Yeah, to make sure I don't run and so they catch me if I do. The things tough to get off and tougher to get back on. Damn impossible. You've never been to my place, have you, Lu?"

"I don't know. I've been taken around a bunch, I may have."

"No matter. I'll text you my address and you can come and see me. How about tonight? I'm sure your husband won't give you a problem. Come see me, Lu. We can do that thing you like so much. That thing we both like."

"Charlie and I are really trying to make heads or tales of the situation we've found ourselves in. I really need to..."

"You really need to read your rules, Lu. What do you do when your Master calls?"

"Yes, Master. Send me the address and I will be there tonight. Say seven o'clock."

"Seven is fine. Look for my text and I'll see you then." *Click* And the line went dead.

I really had hoped that Charlie and I could spend some time repairing the wounds left by our experience with Urban and his hoodlums. But Trey fucked that all up for me. He went and fucked up everything.