Heather Ch. 07

Chapter 7 Heather

Part 1: The Order of St. Michael

On her first day, Heather was picked up in a black Audi. Her bags were placed in the car by the driver, who looked familiar to her. The driver informed her that this was Quiet Man's car. Krzysztof Penderecki was playing through the speakers. Heather didn't know who he was, just that the music was creepy.

Heather looked at the driver and said, "Have we met?"

The driver shook his head. "I don't think so. I think I would have remembered."

Heather placed the face. He was in the audience, front row, the night her car failed.

"Are you from Detroit?" she questioned.

The driver knew she now remembered. "No, I'm from Toledo."

He drove up to large gates, got out of the car, and used an iris scan to open them. They drove on until the training facility came into view. It was short enough for Heather to commute, yet she had her bags.

Quiet Man greeted her at the door. He gently shook her hand with a woman's grip. The unnamed fan, not from Detroit, took her bags to her room.

It was quite the modern training facility. They had fencing, archery, hatchet tossing, sharp shooting, Judo, Karate, and some Brazilian fighting thing. One room had training computers, each with its own cubicle, done in institutional gray and green.

"Can I get a pink one?" Heather asked facetiously.

"I am sure that can be arranged." Quiet Man replied as if she were serious.

Near the end of the tour, Quiet Man said, "And in this room, I think there is someone you know."

Heather couldn't believe it when she realized the person in the room was her mother, Tammy. Three volunteers stood there with their pants on the floor. Her mother was teaching three recruits how to suck cock using the taint method to make a man cum fast, how to keep a man from coming, and lastly how to make a man shoot only half a load.

After they exchanged pleasantries, Tammy said they would talk at length later. She was introduced to Devon, an Asian girl; Sarah, another blonde; and Meagan, a light-skinned Black woman. After the hellos, they went back to placing a cock in their mouth, lifting balls, looking for the diamond-shaped button.

She watched a film about the order during orientation. Crusaders created the Order of St. Michael during the Crusades. They were similar to the Templars, except they had no sacred relics or gold. They were the true power and might of God. Their descendants are now the richest and most powerful people in the world. They help God maintain his Cosmic Order.

It goes without saying that not everyone respects their institution, and some want to destroy it. The House of Bathory supported them. They are Satan worshippers, to say the least. They might even be witches, demons, or vampires in league with the devil. They like to listen to Laibach's version of "Sympathy for the Devil." They are known as "The Crimson Talon." They must be sought out and eliminated as a chaotic threat to the Cosmic Order.

And BTW, the film ends by saying the Order of St. Michael will change its name to "The Table" after the "John Wick" film came out.

Heather was exhausted. What she really needed was a hot bath and a dick.

Part 2: A Real Friend and the Crimson Talon

Sofia slammed the door behind her, then woke Julie early with breakfast in bed. Julie loved the luxury of the gazillion-thread-count sheets. Sofia pampered her when she wasn't tossing her around doing that Brazilian fight thing.

"Get dressed. I have a surprise for you." Sofia said.

"What is it?" Julie inquired.

Sofia: "If I tell you, then it is not a surprise."

Whatever it was, it was a long Uber ride to the "Falcone Garage."

She knocked on the door. A man stuck his head out, looked around, and let the ladies in. They went into the bays. Cars were being painted and disassembled. The garage windows were painted over.

A car sat by the door, covered with a tarp.

"I got one. And it is cherry," he proudly said as he carefully removed the tarp to reveal a large pink Cadillac. A real-life Barbie car. It was similar to one Mr. Freud owned, but with a new color and upholstery.

Sofia turned to Julie and said, "It's all yours? As she handed her the keys to a new ignition.

Sofia turned to Hank, "Did you get it?"

"Check the front seat."

On the front seat was a bottle of Villa Massa Limoncello with a painting of the view from the Falcone Italian villa. The garage door rolled up, and the Barbie car eased out. Sofia opened the bottle and said, "I hope you love lemons."

Sofia took a swig and handed Julie the bottle. Julie protested, "I can't possibly drink and drive."

Sofia said, "Pussy. Pull over and let me drive."

They swapped places, and now Julie was into lemons as they passed the bottle back and forth.

Taylor Swift came on the radio. The girls were trashed and singing along to the lyrics. "Players gonna play, play, play and haters gonna hate, hate, hate. Shake it off."

They passed a semi-truck. Julie grabbed the hem of her shirt and asked Sofia, "Do you mind?"

"They're your tits," she replied.

With that permission, Julie flashed melons at the driver, who blew his horn.

The girls laughed, "That was fun. Let's do it again!"

The pink Cadillac was hurling down the highway like a neon bullet. It sounded like a pack of metallic leviathans was howling at the chaos. The girls enjoyed the chaos and the cosmic disruption.

Sofia, now trashed, suggested to Julie that they go to a strip club. It was still light out. They needed to kill some time.

Julie looked at Sofia and laughed, "You're tripping."

"It will be a trip. C-mon. I know how much you miss that blond pussy." Sofia said convincingly.

They sped west to a place called "Arnie's."

The outside wasn't too bad. The windows were boarded over. The guys inside stared at them. Sofia refrained from scolding them. They sat at a curved table right at the stage. Julie acted nervous. Sofia comforted her, "Don't worry, the owner knows me. My brother does his taxes."

In keeping up with the day, Sofia ordered a couple of Sambucas.

Julie kept looking around, hoping to spot a dancer she might have known from the circuit. No luck.

The manager, Vito, came over. "Sofia! How have you been? I haven't seen you since the wedding!"

After a little chit-chat, Vito asks, "We are having an IRS audit. We really need your brother Alberto to help us out. He is not answering his phone."

"I will do that," replied Sofia confidently. "What we need is a trip to the Champagne Room with that big-titted blonde over there."

Vito yelled across the music, "Crystal! Get over here!"

Crystal cut her lap dance short and approached Vito. He said, "Make two ladies happy."

Sofia gave Crystal two Benjamins out of her $2500 mall money. She grabbed a sheet and draped it over the stained furniture, stuff that shows up under ultraviolet light.

Crystal danced slowly in front of the women. She took off her bra. Her tits were indeed large and did not sag. The implant scars were visible underneath. She was told they would fade over time. When the bottoms came off, it was clear the drapes didn't match the carpet. She gave the girls lap dances while they felt her up. Sofia enjoyed this more than Julie, who was just going through the motions.

Crystal helped Julie off with her pants. She knelt in front of her. The top of her head could have passed for Heather, but that is all. The nice thing was that was all she could see of her as she licked her pussy. Julie cleared her head so she could enjoy the oral sex. Church bells rang outside, celebrating the Feast of the Assumption. She could barely make them out. Crystal was a pro at eating pussy. She imagined it was Heather eating her. She groaned, arched forward, and wet the sheet.

Crystal moved over to Sofia. She grabbed her head and spoke harshly, "Eat it Bitch. Make me cum, cunt." Julie had never seen or imagined Sofia could act that way. Clearly, she had some issues to work out. She also imagined it was Heather, though she didn't share that. Sofia grabbed the Heather surrogate by the head and stuffed her pussy in her face, repeating her obscenities. Crystal didn't seem to mind; she just kept at her job, which now was eating pussy.

Sofia sprayed. Something she had never done with Julie's soft touches. Crystal and Sofia both stood up. They kissed each other on the cheek as if they knew each other. Sofia apologized for her harshness and gave Crystal two more C notes.

Sofia took slow, deep breaths. She was calming down her frustration. It was dark outside. Time to go home.

Sofia drove, even though Julie wasn't drinking and was just as sober. Sofia explained she was under a lot of stress and needed some hate sex to get back to normal. She loved Julie so much; she wanted to spare her. She parked the car on the grass beside the house, near the cellar door.

They went inside the house. Sofia had her bottle with her (There was still some left). The girls finished it off and got tipsy again.

Sofia put her arm around Julie and said, "Are you ready to be my real friend?"

Julie laughed and played along, "You mean help you move the bodies, friend? Sure, where are they?"

Sofia laughed and said, "Shh, they are in the basement."

Sofia unlocked the door and flipped the light switch. They walked down the stairs, and sure enough, three body bags sat there.

Julie was attempting to wrap her head around it. "Who are they?"

Sofia went over to the first body bag and kicked it in the head and said, "This fuck is my brother Alberto. He was going to kill me today on Ferragosto of all days.

She walked over to the second bag and stomped the crotch area. "And this one is his whore wife. She would have come after me after she found out I shot Alberto."

"And this guy," she continued, tapping her foot against the bag, "is Mister Wrong Place Wrong Time Guy." It seems every murder has one. I don't know who he is."

"I need you to help me get these bags out the basement door and into the trunk."

"You're actually going to put dead bodies in my Barbie Car!" Julie said. Sofia took that as meaning she was going to be cool with the killings.

As it turns out, dragging them was easier than lifting them. Straining, white-knuckled, Julie gave it her all. The nice thing about the Cadillac trunk is that it comfortably seats three.

Julie looked up and said, "New Moon. Do you think it means anything?"

Sofia responded, "Yes, no werewolves."

They drove under the cover of darkness of a new moon to a dark building with a smokestack. It was the Falcone Crematorium. Julie helped Sofia take the bodies into the basement, which was a lot easier than dragging them up stairs. Julie dragged them down by their feet, counting how many times she could make their heads bump.

Sofia explained, "My brother ran this place." They fired up the oven and placed a body on the tray. "He used to make extra money on the side by allowing customers to spend time alone with the corpse. "

Julie said, "That's disgusting. People like that deserve to die.

Sofia asked, "Are you okay with this?"

Julie responded, "In for a penny, in for a body bag."

They got the three bodies burned. When they arrived home, Julie once again took a long look at the crest of the black falcon with the red claw. Sofia caught her looking and said, "We will need to talk. But right now I could use a good soak in the tub. The tub fits two easily."

The next day, Dr. Martin Ford or Freud, as his students called him, never showed up for work.