MIDNIGHT Ep. 067: apPETizer

Coastal Waiter's Diner! Caretaker, South Carolina!

With a packed diner it took two chefs and help from the owner Olan Kerrick to keep things going. Unprepared for such a slam his head waitress Naomi Walker made a call to her fiancée Dalton Culpepper and asked him to go grocery shopping and bring in a reinforcement supply of eggs, bacon, hash browns, etc. Olan of course would reimburse Dalton for his efforts. Luckily, this was his day off from his duties as a garbage man. He was sick of that job anyway.

Out on the floor folks were getting frustrated by how long it was taking to get their meals. Even with Dreyfus and Rupert sharing chef duties it was a cluster fuck, getting into each other's way. Free drinks to compensate a future free meal helped but people did have lives. As if to help out, out of nowhere a taco truck arrived and parked along the highway. The very same food truck that served the Santee workers out at Harbinger Shoals. The backup plan eased the hunger pangs thanks to the quick thinking of Eloise Dyson aka ShadowBitch, hacker extraordinaire.

"This is insane." Lynette Brewer told her gorgeous fellow waitress Caprice Comstock as they stood waiting on their food. "The natives are getting restless. Free or not, the older people are giving up on us. Go flaunt or something."

"What do you think I've been doing? Every table I walk by I get pinched or slapped on the ass. Not that I mind." CC laughed! "Funny how it's only your tables that are leaving." A flipped tongue at Lynette the heavy-set woman in turn flipped the hot chick a bird. "Here! Let's solve that." Reaching over CC began unbuttoning Lynette's uniform until a massive cleavage formed. Looking down at her chest the woman gnashed her teeth yet toyed with her bra.

"Are you trying to make Olan jealous? He's going to have a cow if I show off so much of the watermelon patch."

"Make a round just like that after your next delivery. I bet your tips triple."

"In an economy like Caretaker?"

"Do I need to show you my tip jar?"

"No! I know it's already overflowing and it's a pickle jar. I don't have the body you do CC."

"Maybe not! But guys are guys. Trust me!"

PING! Order up for Lyn, she held her breath and took the advice. It was only one tour after all. "Go get 'em Boom Boom!" Lyn busted up! 40D's bountiful they were jiggling even with a heavy-duty bra on. Sure enough, the patrons were grinning up a storm and offering praise. A self-esteem booster, Lyn played bashful and shook her titties at a couple of old farts. Social Security checks were dwindling! Early tips of twenty bucks each Lyn was contemplating losing her bra.

Caprice was of course the big meal deal. Her body youthful and tight in all the right places. Big chest defying gravity, nipples stabbing out of her pink bikini top, cameltoe sucking up her bottoms, tattoos accenting her flesh! Zero pubes but her order pad blocked the area anyway. All eyes on the spot when ordering from the MENu she made certain her thighs were touching the table. She had lost count of how many times guys had pinched the strings of her bottoms and left them dangling down her legs. The patch at least remained sacred if not her ass. Numerous times in heading to the kitchen her bare ass was shining. Butt pucker sneak peeks left to signal her return. Retied of course! Dang it, Naomi!

On her next serve CC looked out the front windows at the taco food truck observing a few customers enjoying their efforts. While walking to her tables she spotted Opal Savage's black van and narrowed her eyes. Imagining it to be the ebony wildcat she hissed. Forgiving Opal for what she did to Dolan, inevitably Alexis and her new besties Mindy and Brit she was ready for another catfight. Sitting her order down in front of her customers she paused to watch it park right behind others blocking their exit when ready to leave.

"Of course she would!"

To her surprise Nick Sanchez was the driver climbing out. "Nick? If he's here that has to mean he brought Midnight and Dawn. Wonderful! There go my tips." Sure enough, Nick opened the sliding side door of Black Box and revealed Midnight Amador and Lillian Dawn Bearpaw in all of their glory. Having stopped by his borrowed beach house prior to the diner he had both women wearing their anal hooks attached to thick collars so that if they wavered even once in how their poise was displayed those hooks would lift their asses higher. Food dishes in hand Nick marched his whores right up to the front door. The entire diner noticed them, and silence took over.

Naomi Walker met Nick at the door with a hesitant look but held it open for them. "You created this chaos, didn't you." She whispered toward Nick. "I had to call my man to run to a market for more food. You could have given us a warning ahead of time."

"Where's the fun in that. Besides, get used to this environment."

"Why is that?"

"Doubling my buying price. By day's end you will own this place."

"What? Really? What if Olan holds out again."

"He won't! I want my usual booth."

"Uh?" She eyed his table where the offshore fishermen Castor, Pete, and Virgil currently occupied. "You might need to relocate them yourself, I'm not suggesting it. They're always a pain in my ass."

"I remember them. Dorei? Esclava?" Attention maintained the girls followed his nod and shuffled over to them and knelt down to their side. Bending forward the ladies touched foreheads against the tile and awaited Kami. "Here! Fill these bowls with oatmeal and a single strawberry on top. I'll take steak and eggs."

"Might need to wait on Dalton for the eggs, we ran out."

"Looks to me like a new manager is needed." A smirk at her he walked away. Just as she grumbled over his comment a fly buzzed her face enough to make her flinch. Just her luck!

The fishermen reacquainted with their old waitress Midnight, telling her she never looked better. The other dining patrons watched Castor caress Midnight's body until Nick showed up to kill his chances. Looking up at Nick, Castor sighed. "Party pooper!"

"I'll take that booth."

"Will you now? I do believe we were here first."

"You have to the count of five before I send in the troops."

"Troops you say?" The ever-arrogant Castor looked around and saw no bodyguards. "I think I'll stay put until my belly is full."

"4!" Scoffed at! "3!" Whatever! "2!" Eyes rolled! "Last chance!"

A stare off led to buzzing around Castor, then with a rather unorthodox approach, numerous micro drones left the anal cavities of both Midnight and Dawn, easing around their chrome hooks.

Squealing over the tickle of their departure the girls nearly laughed. Kami was so much fun. He had Dyson prepare ahead of time in arming her swarm of Buzz Flightyear's. It might have appeared gross to house them up such gorgeous bottoms but in Nick's world it was all about the element of surprise.

Two dozen KAMIkazee flies were strategically sent toward the three fishermen. Up nostrils, inside their ears, simply circling with annoying intent, the three of them swatted and waved away their attackers. Built to be indestructible even the harshest impact only slowed them down. Nick simply folded his arms awaiting progress to secure his seat.

"You suck!"

Virgil jumped from his bench first and stepped away. Pete joined him a minute later after sustaining torturous pinches to his arms and cheeks. Once they vacated Nick claimed their seat and sat across from Castor. Stubborn as a mule Castor stood his ground sneering at the man in black. Gathering in forces Dyson navigated her squadron into forming a circle on his forehead. A second circle within a larger circle.

"Killshot!" Nick growled! The second he barked his order a larger drone fly left Nick's shoulder and targeted Castor. Zipping at full speed the fly struck the man's forehead. His "OW!" echoed throughout the diner.

"I'm going to sue you."

"And you think a court will buy that I control house flies? Wait until you see the locust! It has drill bits on it."

The window beside them was struck by a much larger insect. Castor caved instantly. That taco truck looked mighty appealing. Taking his leave the flies left his forehead and landed on the table in formation from left to right. Dyson was laughing her ass off making them salute the Major. To be honest Nick himself wanted to chuckle. "At ease, Shadow! Take the kids and find a nice quiet hanger for now." The patrons did not know what to make of everything until the fly drones lifted off and formed a heart on CC's butt cheek. Now it all set in and everyone applauded. Funny as hell! Trained flies! Who knew! Caprice felt the fleet and brushed them away.

"HEY! MY SHIT DON'T STINK!"

Not a single person believed otherwise. Nick tilting in his seat smirked at her three tables away. One last instruction to Dyson the flight school waited until her hands were full of empty dishes before striking. Swarming her from all sides the drones pinched at her bikini strings and untied them. Powerful critters swiftly removed her top and bottoms. Not easy mind you but the song SUPERFLY by Curtis Mayfield was suddenly playing over the house speaker. The laughter never ceased!

"DAMMIT, NICK!"

Caprice Comstock was naked. She was going to need another pickle jar. Hearing whistles she shrugged and left her bikini on the tile. Lynette Brewer quickly buttoned up her uniform. Nope! Not stealing her bra.

Naomi returning with the salad bowls full of oatmeal saw Caprice and lost the color in her face. "Not again!"

"They won't give me my bikini back."

"Customers took it?"

"Ummm! Sure! Flyboys! Maybe a Flygirl!"

"Olan is going to scream until he loses his voice." She then shrugged! "Not the worst thing that could happen." Looking out the windows she saw the fishermen worried how to get their car out with Black Box in the way. No driver behind the wheel the van moved on its own. Naomi simply stared. "How does Nick do that?" How does a billionaire decorated Army Major do anything? With careful thought, precision, and the best private Army money can buy. Retirement suited Nick Sanchez.

Oatmeal bowls before him Nick slyly added his hormonal amplification drug X- AP347. The girls looking at the floor did not witness his additive. Mixing it in well by hand rather than spoon Nick lowered the bowls to the floor but posed his gooey fingers before the whores. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

On his command both girls shared in licking, sucking his fingers, and knuckles all of the way up to the wrist. Not a single murmur of objection was heard out of the dining patrons. Lynette did stop on her way to the pickup counter to stare down at her former colleague Midnight.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Less mighty, more dainty! "Hmm! Maybe Olan and I should roleplay this tonight. All this nudity is making momma want some. If only I can get Ronald to watch his baby brother." Nice thought! Too rogue!

Naomi set out to offer damage control, apologizing to the customers. To her surprise not one person, male or female complained, they found it all either hilarious or intriguing. Of course, dancing drone flies were adorable. Even a repeat of Superfly on the PA system on a lower level had them giggling. Relieved that nobody seemed offended Ms. Walker made her way to Nick.

"May I sit?"

"Not until your fiancée joins you." He pointed out the window. Dalton Culpepper pulled up in his truck and squeezed into a space. Unloading groceries Naomi smiled. "Better go help him. I'll be here when you two are done."

"Okay! So crazy!"

Nick simply sat back wishing he had brought his diary, better yet his war journal. Rested, he watched Dorei and Esclava eat from their bowls and wiggle their asses as if happy pups. The hooks in their anal cavities were enticing their hormones right along with the fast-acting drug. Evidently the dead body found at Harbinger Shoals was still flying under the radar of knowledge. Chances are the REZidents knew more than Caretaker.

Cellphone on the table Nick plucked it up and made a call. Time to wake the dead! No pun intended!

********

The Santee REZ! The home of Nodin Merrick, still asleep with his daughter Mikaela and his maid Sasha. Isolated from them, in their own bed chamber the younger Merrick sister Crimson and her new lover Jasmine Riviera cuddled. A cell ringing had them groaning. "Your cell!" Jasmine looked at Crimson. "I don't have a new one yet. I need to return the old guy's dead phone to him once his car is fixed."

"Hand it to me." A pass off to Crimson she looked at her screen. "It's Nick." So that was who he called! "Morning, Nick!" She quickly answered it.

"I need the two of you to get dressed and drive to Coastal Waiter's Diner. I'll be cutting Bearpaw loose after breakfast and I need the two of you to drive her back to the Rez. Once she is ready to go, I then need you to drive her to Charleston. Riviera stays in town she has some fences to mend."

"She can use my old car. I'll drive the Jag to Charleston. Give us twenty minutes."

"You have nineteen." Click! Nick smirked at his encouragement skills. "Get dressed Hacker Bitch! Nick has jobs for us."

"I heard! Why do I have to stay in town?"

"My guess? What you said about Esteban Amador. He's out there with no way of contacting anyone. Shoot! He has a job up the coast at a fishery warehouse. I bet he loses it over no transportation or phone."

"Crap! I didn't know. I'll ask Nick if I can hook him up with some cash."

"No! I doubt Nick allows that after what he did to his wife Irene. He beat Irene and nearly killed her when he caught their house on fire."

"Wow! Maybe I don't feel so bad now." They babbled while hurrying to get dressed.

"From what I gather he's trying to... mend fences. Nick said you needed to mend fences. It's pretty clear now what he wants you to do."

"So, a glorified babysitter to a criminal."

"Este is an alcoholic but I think he's trying his best to straighten up. Nearly losing Irene then Nick now owning his daughter Midnight has left him lost. What you did in stealing his car and cell only added to his stress."

"So, that's why Nick told me no case of beer as a gift."

"Grab my keys. You can drive my old car to go shopping for him and his cat. Just think smart. Nick and Opal gave us a credit card to use when necessary. You go do what you need to then meet me back here on the Rez before Lillian and I leave for Charleston. At least I'll get to see the mansion her former Professor left her. That's where we'll be living when I go to college there. Me and Lakshmi Surve!"

"I'll buy a cell of my own and message you my number. At least I hope Nick allows that so he can get in touch with me."

"I'll let him know." PING! Crimson again looked at her phone. "Shadow said you can get a cell."

"Man alive! She's on top of everything. How did I ever bypass her to swipe Nick's money." PING part two!

"She said you got lucky. In more ways than one. We have to get a move on. You go ahead I need to tell dad where I'm going." A thumb's up Jasmine headed downstairs and out the front door. Alone now, Crimson chose to step down the hall to her father's bedroom. Knocking first she ducked her head inside and found Sasha riding her father. Mikki was snoozing off to his right facing away from them.

"Dad?" Hearing her Nodin waved her in. Pausing to breath she shuffled to the other side of the bed and tried not to look at her old classmate Sasha thriving in ecstasy. Cute stockings though. "Uh! Nick Sanchez has an errand for me. He wants me to pick up Lillian Bearpaw and let her pack for her trip to Charleston. I was asked to drive her to the city."

"Drive safe! Need any money?" She looked stunned at his change in demeanor. Any other day he would sneer at her. "I think I have three hundred in my wallet. Use it for gas and food. Do not solely rely on Sanchez."

"Dad? I'm proud of you. You're changing."

"Never completely! Now leave me before I lose my erection." Sasha even waved her away giggling. Crimson as awkward as this was did admire how Sasha was mounting her father's huge cock. Eww! Why was she staring at it. A swift kiss to his cheek Crimson razzed Sasha and swiped the money from Nodin's wallet.

"See you in a day or two. Oh! Jasmine has to stay nearby so she will be coming and going. I gave her the gate and alarm code last night."

"Fine! Go away!"

"YEAH! GO AWAY!"

"Fuck you, Sleeping Booty!"

Mikki had spoken! It was almost her turn with daddy! Crimson did not want to see that. Nope! BYE, CYA!

********

Sheriff Dolan Roster arrived at Harbinger Shoals mere minutes before Clinton Biles. Showing up on a shiny new Fat Boy Harley, Dolan waited on him to park it. Nodding over how sharp it was Dolan tried picturing himself on one. Then he had a vision of Oliver Heavy-Feather on his bike followed by a string of REZistence Riders. His baby Alexis naked on Oliver's back. That ruined that!

"Saunder's went all out! Last I recall you drove a black Camaro."

"I'm still struggling to believe this is all happening. I don't know how or why I deserve this."

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Biles. Hell, I was just informed that Sanchez is having our new squad cars delivered on Friday. New Chopper for emergencies even. Firetrucks, ambulance, hell, I'm thinking of asking him for an ice cream truck with a clown driving it."

"I bet he'd do that. HA! Maybe he'd paint Midnight's face like a clown and have her serve cones to Caretaker. Scratch that, too many kids to be seeing her naked."

"That is a concern. Same goes for Bearpaw and this Santee Historical Society. Nick agreed to let her wear a feather over each nipple and one over her clit when kids were touring it. Better than nothing I suppose! I'm pretty certain our illustrious Mayor Horatio Topsail is under Nick's thumb too or I'd be bitched out by now. Anyway! Let's send the ladies on home, looks like Murphy stuck around after I told her to take off. By the way, I told Stacy Bell to order you some uniforms before I left the office. I'm guessing 4X shirts."

"What I'm wearing now. Waist size is 48, length 36." Nodding Dolan pressed his lapel mic and offered Dispatcher Stacy that info. Affirmed she was already on the website as they spoke. "On the ball!"

"On the Bell!" Dolan chuckled!

"I heard that." She spoke up, Dolan realizing he was still pressing the mic button. Teeth gnashed the Sheriff just laughed! "I'm telling David you're hitting on me again."

"We both know he would tell me to keep it up. Your ego needs the praise."

"Whatever! Have a quiet day, Boys." Conversation over! Officer Randall Koones arrived from his home a second later. Yawning with a mug of coffee in his hands he joined the gents.

"Slept like a rock." Koones stretched! "Howdy, Fellas! New bike?" He too eyed the Harley! "Dang Dolan you should get us a couple of these two tire terrors."

"We don't need any Highway Harley's. New car on Friday though."

"Sweet! Man, Sanchez is on a roll."

"I'm hesitant to say the best thing to ever happen to Caretaker. He's putting us all under a lot of unnecessary pressure. You hear the music last night?"

"Not me! Like I said, a rock, not rock and roll."

"Break it up!" Darcy Grainger stepped out of her patrol car.

"Button it up!" Dolan pointed at her chest. Looking down Darcy realized that Violet had unbuttoned her uniform. Bra removed for comfort half of Darcy's chest was hanging low.

"Shit! Dammit, Murph!" She turned around to button up while Violet emerged from the passenger side. Weary even she was awry in her uniform, tails untucked.

"Relax you two! I'm not reprimanding you. Go home! Be back here at 3. Where's Herb?"

"Walking the coon." They heard Officer Herb DeWhitt walking across the wooden bridge. Behind him was a huge raccoon chattering away. Seeing Randy, the critter ran over to him and sat up pretty. "Coon for Koones!"

"Ha, fucking ha! Morning little buddy. I didn't forget you, come on over to my car I bought sausage, egg, and cheese croissants." Like a faithful pet the raccoon trailed Randy until the officer tossed him some vittles.

"Maybe we should adopt the bandit as a drug sniffing dog." Biles chuckled!

"Naaa! A dog does sound promising though. I'll look into one."

"Our dog Daisy just had a litter of pups." Violet chimed in after unbuttoning her slacks right in front of the men to tuck her shirt in. No panties they noted just a hint of bikini fur before she covered it up. It was amazing how open everyone was around one another. Dolan did not say a word, he knew the ladies were lesbians. Well, bisexual! Most gals though! "I can lay claim to one of the Shepard pups if you want. My girl Loli in Abingdale trains dogs I can have her put the pup through boot camp."

"Sounds like a plan. Do that! Male dog!" Dolan puckered his lower lip.

"I'll check into it on my way home." Violet kissed Darcy right in front of everyone then waved goodbye. Hopping into her own car she was on the road in three minutes.

"Getting awful cozy, Grainger." Koones chimed in. "I think you two make a great couple." Herb agreed!

"We do, don't we. Thanks for the support, guys. I really like, Violet. Hey, Dolan? Did you check on Veronica Redmane?"

"Nope! She's tough! The Gullivant boys and her parents can deal with her. I'm still processing Irene Amador. Nick asked me to keep her, and the Savage locked up until tomorrow morning to cleanse them of that drug. He made them take a whole vial each so it's going to be a heck of a night. Let's just hope we don't need to lock anyone else up until they get released."

"All yours! I have a pillowcase with my name on it."

"Best not be white with eye holes in it." Randy narrowed his eyes playfully.

"Really? You of all people are going there?" Darcy rolled her eyes! "Blue if you must know!"

"Two eye holes?"

"Yep! Full-fledged member of the Blu Clue Clan. Don't ask! They were on sale!" Laughter all around! Waving it off Darcy Grainger headed on home. Herb DeWhitt right behind her.

Cell ringing, Dolan eyed his caller through the morning glare. "Charleston FBI! Biles, Koones? Patrol the premises." On it, both men left, Hamburglar right behind them! The raccoon, as named by Lillian Dawn Bearpaw. Once they were out of range Dolan answered his call. "This is Sheriff Dolan Roster."

"Took you long enough."

"Agent Monroe! How goes it?"

"Never a dull moment. We're still waiting on Ivy McDaniel's DNA results for our John Doe down under. The reason I'm calling is to thank you and Sanchez on the heads up of Halifax and Carpenter. Our folks dug up a few red flags concerning their past associations and under the table funds. We'll be dealing with them accordingly. How did Sanchez cope with his overnight hotel arrangements?"

"Threw a party but never left his cell. His only complaint was loud music. He more than made up for it though. He bought breakfast for the entire town."

"Quite the character this Sanchez. I tried researching him but there's more redacted than not. His financials look up and up but if he's as smart as I think he is, he knows how to hide. At least he's cooperating to the fullest."

"I know this might sound crazy, but I trust the guy. He's had my back every time I've needed it since he's been in town. The financial boost in hiring people and donating city equipment is honorable. There are no money changing hands before you question it. I don't take bribes but donations for the greater good is more than welcomed."

"His money!"

"No, his ethic." No way was Dolan going to bad mouth the mayor for allowing more than he morally should when Dolan was as well. "Hell, he just paid to get a guy's water hose fixed. How can we overlook a soul like that."

"I'm sure there's more to the story." Monroe chuckled! "I won't knock unless there's a warrant in hand. His good deed here in the Mouse House had me patting him on the back."

"Anything I can do to help further?"

"Just keep the Shoals untouched. Once we know who is down that rabbit hole we can decide how best to proceed. Sanchez might just need to seal that tomb up and let sleeping dogs lie."

"Or offer a proper burial."

"There is that. I'll be in touch. Maybe McDaniel will have more before the end of the day."

"How is Miss Park? After Nick punished her, so to speak."

"Ring of hearts spinning her forehead. I'll give Mister Black Ops credit, he's a Casanova."

"ASSanova on occasion!"

"Agreed! Obviously, there is nothing I or anyone else can say concerning their oddball relationship. If Maxine wants to pursue things on her own then that's up to her. On that love note, I'll catch up with you later. Have a safe day, Sheriff Roster."

"You too Special Agent Monroe."

Call concluded Dolan stashed his cell away and eyed Clinton's Harley. Looking around first he slowly walked over to it and threw his leg over to get a feel of the beast. "Feels good! I might just change my mind and buy myself one. My birthday is coming up. I deserve one dammit!"

Vroom with a view!

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Back at Coastal Waiter's Diner!

"SWEET JESUS!"

Owner Olan Kerrick finally made it out into the diner while his assistant manager Naomi Walker helped her fiancée Dalton Culpepper haul groceries in through the back door. In making his appearance to thank the residents of Caretaker he found his waitress Caprice Comstock serving tables butt ass naked and raking in the tips. Prepared to bitch her out he turned a corner and also found Midnight Amador and Lillian Dawn Bearpaw eating down on the floor. Even worse the anal hooks up their asses broke every health code in the guidebook. His blood pressure shot through the shingles.

"Sanchez is doing this shit on purpose just to get me to sell."

Nick Sanchez simply looked out the window at the multitude of Caretaker homeowners still standing in line. Once Olan realized how lengthy the line was getting and the fact his dining room was not giving up their seats he broke into a sweat. "How is this helping if people can't get in?" His girlfriend, waitress Lynette Brewer seeing Olan felt badly. Quickly buttoning up her cleavage so as not to make matters worse, she rolled up on him and gave him a hug.

"Just breath! It will be over by noon."

"No! It's over now. I'm done! I can't deal with this guy anymore. Lynnypoo, I just want a quiet life with you."

"Ask me then."

"Ask?" He looked down at her with a pale expression. "Oh! Hold that thought. I need to have a talk with this guy."

"No yelling in front of customers. The entire town is on our doorstep. Be a man about this Olanbear."

"I will. For the moment just keep serving."

"Anything for you."

That meant a lot! Easing her aside Olan took a deep breath and stepped out into the main eatery. Once he appeared a sudden outcry of applause filled the restaurant. Eyes bulging, he wasn't expecting anything remotely of this caliber. People were standing up clapping. He wondered if it had to do with CC twerking in the corner and letting guys rub her tushy. No, they were looking right at Olan. Hands rising, he calmed the chaos as much as he could. Once the echoes settled, he made his way to Nick's table.

"Mister Sanchez!"

"Mister Kerrick!"

"Mind if I join you?"

"It is your diner. Might be one problem though."

"And that is?"

"When was the last time you tried to fit into a booth?"

Olan felt insulted but knew Nick was right. His build and belly were so enormous that there was no way he was going to sit. The last time they conducted verbal business he stood as he was doing now. "Hang on! DOREI! ESCLAVA! Ass to ass!" Relocating, the two gorgeous slaves bumped butts and prepared for hell. "Have a seat!"

"On them? Are you that nuts? I'll break their backs." Lynette brought Nick his steak and eggs at that exact moment. Seeing the girls tightly forming a bench she bulged her eyes. Even more now that Olan was contemplating his throne.

"Allow me!"

Lynette stunned even Nick by dropping to her hands and knees to add her own big booty to the mix. "My liege!" Olan shook his head as Nick motioned him to sit. Encouragement from the patrons, Olan took the risk. All 300 pounds of him sat over the three, the slaves suffered the most but stood firm. "You've got this Olanbear."

"Cute!" Nick nodded! "So, what's on your mind, Kerrick?"

"I'm done here. Make me a better offer and let's end this game."

"It has never been any game!" Nick began cutting his steak. Before much else could be said Naomi and Dalton made their way out from the kitchen to see Olan sitting on Lynette. A "What in the World?" expression fueled Naomi. Dalton tried hard not to laugh. This establishment was getting crazier by the day. Hauling her fiancée over by hand she carefully made her presence known. Nick without looking spoke up.

"Bench is open."

With a point of his fork Nick guided them in to join the conversation. Naomi first, Dalton sat on the end just in case he needed to catch Olan. "Now that we're all here we can skip that dinner on Friday. Let's just hash this all out here and now. Hang in there, Kerrick." Grumbling Olan felt horrible making the ladies strain like they were. Lynette was a trooper telling Midnight and Dawn to hold their ground.

"Puerto Rico!"

"We accept your generous off Nick." Dalton spoke up. "Thank you!"

"Agreed! I'll have a wedding planner over in PR get in touch with you. Pretty much only need flowers and a nice venue on my private beach."

"A naked wedding is going to be... challenging."

"WAIT UP!" Lynette overheard Naomi. "You asked me to be your maid of honor to a naked wedding?"

"Shit!" Naomi hid her face. Suddenly, it all caught up with Olan and he busted up laughing. Apologizing between breaths he shook his head.

"Lyn have to be naked too?" Olan smirked!

"She does!" Nick looked stern. "Everyone including those you invite. Means you too, Kerrick."

"Like hell!"

"One million for the diner. The deed goes to the Culpepper's as a wedding gift."

"A... million... that's quadruple your first offer."

"TAKE IT!" Lyn huffed!

"I'll top the cake."

Nick swallowed his steak bite before finishing. "You and Brewer there tie the knot too. Double wedding! I'll throw in a diamond." Eyes wide Olan Kerrick dropped his hands to his side, both palms landing on Midnight and Dawn's bare shoulders. Leaving sweat on them he quickly removed them out of respect for Lynette. Nerves kicking in, he swallowed dryly and looked behind him at Lyn.

"Bass ackwards, Lynnypoo! Will you marry me?" She was on her knees, not him, made sense.

"I DO! NOW HURRY UP!"

"Sold!" Olan extended a hand toward Nick. He refused his offer and pointed to Dalton and Naomi.

"I'm just the banker. They're the new owners. Meet with Lowell Hardwick at the bank and transfer the property rights. I'll wire money directly into your bank account there."

"Oh, my God! Nick? I could kiss you." Naomi reached across the table at his hand. Nick withdrew his hand temporarily.

"Save your pucker for, Culpepper! I have conditions. The diner gets major upgrades. New asphalt parking lot. New kitchen appliances, and bigger booths. Any new waitresses are nude at all times. You two do the hiring. I will deal with health inspectors. Do you accept?"

"Keep us from being fined out the ass, I say yes." Dalton spoke for Naomi. "No more waitressing for you, Boss Lady." He winked at his bride. "I might just quit my job and learn to cook."

As the meeting concluded Crimson Merrick pulled up outside. No place to park she located Nick in the window and shrugged. He paused her there and returned to Naomi. "Now you can shake my hand." Naomi even kissed his knuckle she was so giddy. Dalton next offered his sleeve to wipe his bride's lipstick from his hand. Nick waved him off! A third handshake now offered to Olan, he and Nick sealed the deal.

"Do you pay for Lyn's chiropractor visit too?"

"Nope! But my on-call masseuses in Puerto Rico will take good care of you. By the way, you two won't be coming back to the States for a while."

"Excuse me?" Olan stood up, his seat uncomfortable after so long. He then turned to offer Lynette help up off of the floor. Drawing her in close he focused on Nick. "What did that mean?"

"I have a private casita de playa where the wedding will take place. Eight bedroom, two pools. My current caretakers are like 80. They need help. If you two want paradise that's as close as you get. Retire there for free, keep the place in order and enjoy some of the best fishing around. I have two boats there you are welcome to use. Even a sexy boat captain by the name of Juarez. Her kids and yours are about the same age, Brewer."

"Then why in the hell did you buy Harbinger Shoals?"

"Ancestral home in PR. Great grandparents! They're the 80-year-olds." He grinned!

"Weren't you from New York?" Naomi brought up! "Lyn? Dreyfus is ringing his bell, go back to work."

"Oh! Right!" A quick kiss to Olan she hurried away.

"Dorei!" Nick called out! "Help serve the tables! Posture up!"

"Yes, Kami!"

Standing tall Midnight smiled, her anal hook pulling taut had her crazy inside until Nick removed it and sat it on the bench next to him. She missed it immediately! Recalling her waitress days Midnight was welcomed back with opened arms. More than a few hands copped a feel. CC got her tips!

"I am from New York. My dad still lives there. He and his parents don't see eye to eye. My mother was not from PR. When he met my mother and moved to the States my grandparents objected. Long story! Let's just say my mom was a piece of work."

"We won't pry further." Dalton slowed things!

"ESCLAVA!" Nick called down to Dawn. "On your feet!" Up she went, head bowed! "Crimson Merrick is outside waiting on you. I free you up until you quit your job in Charleston and fulfill final obligations. She's taking you to the REZ to pack, then she's driving you to the city. You can drive your car back to the REZ. Once you do, you will give your car to Lukas Porcupine. You will help him get a driver's license."

"Yes, Kami!"

"Wear the hook until you reach Charleston, no clothing until Tom's mansion. This includes during any family interaction. I'll let you decide on what you want to say to them. What Zera brought up is on you."

"Thank you, Kami!"

"Go on Esclava! Make certain everyone you walk by touches you." She smiled and stepped away. "Olan? Let Naomi take care of things here. Why don't you and Dalton ride into town and meet with Lowell! Get this ball rolling! The money will be in your account by the time you get there."

"Need my account number?"

"Nope!" Nick smirked and tapped his finger on the table. Dyson overhearing and on-call navigated her swarm of Flightyear drones to form numbers on the table. Olan watching halted them on the fourth number of his checking account. Naomi and Dalton sat there in total shock. "They do Broadway too!"

"What the fuck!" Olan huffed!

"Who are you, Sanchez?" Dalton scratched his scalp! "James Bond?"

"I hear they're casting. Just a genius! Q!"

"Whatever! Just don't be the villain. I'm starting to like you, Buddy."

"Never the villain! Anti, at worst!" He looked out the window to witness Lillian Dawn being mauled by every man in the lot. Crimson Merrick tried her best to rescue her and found herself groped! Finally in the red Jag, Crimson left the lot in a hurry.

"Naomi? I'm leaving Midnight here to help out until lunch is over. I'm going to Harbinger Shoals then I'll be back for her."

"Okay!"

She kissed Dalton who joined Olan offering to drive to the bank. Once the men were gone Naomi took charge and called out to her customers. "If anyone has already eaten, please move on so others can use your tables." A few gave up their seats immediately. "CC? Get off of that table."

"He's not done eating!"

Not by a longshot!

Such a glorious tongue!

Tip!