Milkman's Package Ch. 04

Special Guests: GlamourTess, BelleDeJour, Milkman87 and of course, Bulldogg72. LOL!

"Fuhhhhck..."

Rolling sideways at first light, I cracked one eye looking at the wall.

"Miss?" Erin answered tapping my foot standing there in PJ bottoms, barely a top and her hair in shambles.

I didn't move.

"Misus J!" She tapped again.

Finally, I looked sideways with an eye even more so knowing she'd not let up.

"Passed out in your nice things I see." She went on wandering about, arms behind her back as if on a mission to spring me from a pretty deep sleep.

"Just a dream. No Selina." I sighed.

"Misus J, nobody's here except Mr. M, the crate of mystery from yesterday, and that most excellent friend of yours. He's a heavy sleeper."

She went on with a finger tracing from her nose to her lip... "Hm, I wonder if she survived yesterday. We really should check up on Tara.

Coffee up on the deck Miss. Up up."

"Alright. N... ughhhhh." I sat on the edge of the bed cracking a smile, shaking off the beginnings of her morning verbal barrage.

"I love how crazy you are... waking me up & all." I said, grabbing the nearest dildo I had.

Looking down, she said "And what's that for?"

I grabbed her top and threw her on my bed face down.

"Ah!" She yelped out as I sat right on her legs pulling her bottoms down, immediately running that dildo right in.

"oh... OH OH." she cried out, almost flailing about as I buried it.

"Brave actually. Now Shhhhh... Shut it! You're far too noisy in the morning." I grinned, holding her face in a pillow.

"Now scream." I finished as I worked her for only a moment, just long enough to make her leak a little actually.

"M! Ohmm.... M! Misssssus...." She squirmed about but her useless attempts at getting free weren't working.

When I'd made my point, I pushed her off the bed onto her knees.

"Happy now?" I giggled.

She got up.... wobbly, then backed off slowly smiling... and promptly yanked my covers clean off.

"It's also laundry day Misus J." She spun around with my blankets saying yet more things to annoy me awake.

Dropping the blankets at the door, she stood at my big mirror holding up those two Maid outfits modeling them.

She went on... and on... "AND We've that business dinner tonight with Mr. M, AND those new clients potential paperwork, AND phone calls... AND... I want to see you in this soon!" She finished, dangling my Maid's outfit on a finger then disappearing down the hallway dragging my blankets behind her.

Soon after with coffee in the morning air, Erin & I relaxed looking out at the woods on the roof deck. Morning here was very calming and was surrounded by nature. The place was pretty secluded in the woods.

Dan appeared shortly thereafter wearing nothing.... seemingly towing his coffee by a finger or two spilling drops here and there.

"Oh there he is." I said.

He looked up, sipping his drink nodding twice with a glint of a smile... then dropped himself into a chair between us.

"Mmm... ugh!" He groaned.

Erin & I are just eyeing him up & down waiting for any further sign of life... which of course did show itself after a good yawn.

"Ya ok there killer?" I asked, taking a drink while looking down at his morning softness.

He coughed, then coughed more saying "Is this strong enough?" Referring to the coffee of course.

Erin took a seated-bow... "A-thank you, thank you.... Too much for you big man? I thought you UK folks liked it strong!" She looked up chirping out.

"Shhhhh.... SHH... Shush it!" I pointed out at the mountain.

Dan froze, Erin went quiet calmly holding her cup blurting out "When I can he fuck me Misus J? I want some of that." She said, pointing down at his sexy parts.

"What is it?" Dan snapped out.

"Sunrise... look!" I pointed.

"How on this earth you two get up so early is beyond me." He rounded out.

"We could use your help today Dan." I mentioned.

"What are you two up to?" He inquired while taking a gulp with a serious look.

"Well... Oh thank you Dear" I said looking back as Tara was already on duty with the coffee pot in hand. "We've a business meeting tonight at the house, we have to make dinner, a mess of other things too... and we need a... well, someone to let people in that looks nice."

"So... a maître d'?"

"Yes, to let the clients in." I claimed.

"Clients?" He raised an eyebrow.

Erin & I smiled at each other as Tara filled her cup again.

"Will there be anything else Miss?" Tara asked.

"No thank you dear. However, sit. You're with us now you know?" I finished, smiling & holding her hand.

She sat, and finally relaxed.

"Just take your time ok? You're quite safe here."

After a decent shower & some pampering, I'd gone to the big kitchen to get busy. There was a lot to do. It was always nice to just cook and let it take me away. I loved cooking and I know Milkman loved it. I was no slouch in the kitchen... obviously.

So tonight, some guests were showing up to discuss and look at the actual thing Milkman does. There are 4 different clients coming in, and often there are 3-4 people per group, so this is a wine & dine event.

Even the Police chief is coming.

Now, why on earth is he coming? I should tell you that he covers our tracks in exchange for some REALLY GOOD one-nighters for himself with gurls he prefers.

Sadly, he's requested me numerous times but I shut him down every time. I really want no part of that man. He doesn't know what he wants usually.

Also, undue familiarity always breeds contempt and brings problems in any venture.

So, what is it we do?

We find special ones, save them from horrible lives and train them to be what they've always dreamed of being. We're doing this with Tara.

Thus, they wanted this.

I the back channels of the darkest places on the net (and other sources) we found them, got them here and set them on a new path.

From there, it's onto their new lives... often pampered in luxury too. Many prior dealings went well and those people simply loved life now in comparison to what they'd lived.

They got to do what they loved, become what they wanted to be, and clients got what they wanted.

Call it a different kind of escort service of sorts except permanent.

Thanks to the Chief, we had a resource to check backgrounds on potential clients. It wasn't perfect, but it was far better than having nothing.

We wanted a safer existence for those we saved.

So, we're brokers. We've actually put our lives on the line to get some of them out of those hell-holes they were in.

While it sounds weird, It's all for good in the sexual realm.

It made us a bunch of money too.

While making some portion of the meal, Erin appeared and went right to work helping out.

Milkman came in shortly thereafter with Rayleigh, talking about silly man things. Seems that "high-fiving" is a big thing with them for just the dumbest of things.

Rayleigh got up behind me, lightly rubbing my shoulders as I prepared one dish.

"Lunch you two?" I asked, spinning around with two plates in hand.

Both sat and ate as Erin and I finished up then joined them.

We all ate lunch just chatting about things enjoying the day.

Once done there and all cooking slowly, Milkman wanted me in his office.

When I came off the elevator with tablet in hand I saw someone sitting at his Desk with their back to me. Milkman was in his chair explaining something to them.

Milkman got up..."Ah, there you are... Justy. First, meet Belle. I'd like you to train her." He said, handing me her paperwork.

I briefly skimmed over it, then looked over at the window.

As I read, the name was Belle De Jour. A new one, just standing there with hands behind her back looking out."

"The 2nd Crate sir?" I whispered.

Milkman nodded.

"Yes sir." I said.

Second, I'd like you to meet someone else."

Folding the papers then looking up I said "Oh? Who?"

There I stopped, as one tall... beauty of a CD got up and turned around.

I couldn't believe I was actually looking up a few inches at this one. It was rare when I was the short one in the bunch.

She stood, almost demurely with arms at her sides as if to examine me.

"Oh my. If it isn't 'The' Justice Kelley. What an honor." Holding her hand, then taking mine.

The way she dressed, the way she smelled... I could only muster a girlish smile amidst my interest I was really trying to hide.

With that, this Glamour Queen moves my hand and kisses it saying "Hi. I'm Tess."

I'm looking up like a stupid little girl by now, and not doing very well at hiding it.

"Um... Hi. Obviously you know my name so... what can we do for you?" I smiled.

By her return glances which went from south to north up me, she appeared rather interested in me too. She had this kind way about her, and a look that said she knew what she wanted... and knew how to get it.

I couldn't believe I was almost intimidated, but... I couldn't look away.

"Justice, I'm inquiring about some help. I need some gurls for an endeavor. I'm starting up a club very similar to the Running Light from a few years back. That was your baby and very popular." She claimed.

"Oh, okay. What's your plan? I'm happy to give any advice I can." I went on, sitting down on Milkman's desk, swinging my feet. "That's a pretty lofty goal though." I finished.

"I know, but I watched you long ago and how well that place ran with you in command. It killed me when I read about all that happened. So, If you're interested, I want to offer you a percentage of profit, if I can use the name... and have you as my primary advisor."

I kept my feet swinging slower and thought for a moment. I didn't say anything while I made mild faces showing I was thinking.

"Let me think about this Tess, ok?" I answered kindly, slipping my card in her purse. "I have a very full life at the moment."

I took her hand, holding it softly, then let it go... backing up looking right in her eyes. I walked off to finish up things.

Stepping in the elevator, I spun around planting my heels... and the doors closed.

On the way down, I blurted out... "Wow... who in THE fuck is she?"

With all things in order, I headed to my area of the place to get ready. I had to look right and own it tonight.

Erin was to be at my side as we put on a different kind of show. Basically, simple commands and such with Tara showing these clients what they get... along with the background of whoever we're showing. Sometimes it was mellow, sometimes the clients did far more than just inspect them.

I wasn't really in the mood for a floor show though today.

About 7 pm the potential clients arrived. The front drive was lit and looked classy & professional.

Dan was in a suit and packing. Well, packing 2 things... He looked so nice too.

Erin & I walked by Dan, both running a hand along him as we headed for the dining area.

In the main dinner area, 4 sets of clients, 3 men each and some commanding gurls like me... and the police chief not in uniform playing a butler of sorts.

After bringing them their food, Erin & I walk out, dressed in matching business attire. Black high waist pants, button up white shirts & ties, matching short suit coats and heels.

While they ate, we pulled Tara out in a pillory on wheels to show these men what we can get them, and how well we train some.

Belle's sitting at Milkman's side, very subservient and proper in a maid's outfit simply watching and learning.

By the time we're done with our display, all were very satisfied. We showed what we needed to, including many others on a large screen screen showing how well we'd done in the past.

I did notice Tara with a glint of fear in her eyes when we took the blindfold off. She shook her head but was gagged.

Had she been able to talk, I'd have known something was wrong. I didn't see it coming.

3 of these groups sign deals... and are led out for the night. We knew what they wanted and was to find that for them.

The last group though, 2 men are sitting with us then stood pulling guns.

"Vee Vant Vwat is ours! Now give eeet back! Tahra, come come now!"

One of the men goes for Tara, attempting to unlock her while the police chief hits the floor.

The other points his weapon right at Milkman.

Erin & I are motionless.

Erin's hand is behind her back... I'm slightly behind her at 45 degrees watching her hand oh-so slowly in the back about to grip her own pistol.

"Time to move!" I say in my head. "I can't let this happen. My friends mean too much to me."

I had an idea, so I walk around Erin talking calmly... distracting them... I walk away from Erin to take their gaze in the hopes of calming this situation down.

While they were paying attention to me, In an instant, Erin says "HEY!" shooting the man trying to free Tara in the knee. He hits the floor wounded.

Milkman's just locking eyes with me because I'm within feet of the man aiming at him.

Milky blinked twice and I knew what to do. Instantly, I swept the mans leg taking him down.

As I rolled off and popped to my feet, Erin's now standing over him with her gun pointed straight on him.

Dan see's this and grabs the chief, pulling him away out a side door.

I stood over him with Erin at my side, arms crossed... "now, how does this go? How does this situation end peacefully? I thought I was doing well, but... now we're here gentlemen."

"It doesn't end well Missus J... " Erin barks out, promptly pulling off 2 rounds in his forehead while I pull my own attempting to finish the hurt man on the floor.

As I shot, aiming for the kill... so did he. He'd produced his weapon even though he was injured.

My bullet hit him in the neck and he dropped in a spray of blood.

Erin falls right at my feet in a pool of blood.

Everything went silent, almost in slow-motion from here.

"No!" I whispered, instinctively dropping to my knees.

I held Erin's bleeding head in my lap.

It was going everywhere.

"no..." Was all that came out of my lips as tears filled my eyes.

Only the word "Miss?" came out... then went limp, closing her eyes forever with her hand on my hand.

I froze, holding onto her.

Her grasp softened then stopped.

I felt myself breathing so slow.

I must have stared at Milkman for a long time. All I could do is cry and stare at him while my partner lay dead in my lap.

I don't remember one thing after that.

I just sat in the middle of the floor while Milkman pulled her from me, carrying her away. Dan helped and took Tara out soon after... leaving me alone in the middle of the room.

For the next couple of weeks, I retreated into my own world.

I didn't talk to anyone, and ignored Milkman's messages. He didn't press me either and stayed clear.

Even though Milkman handled the aftermath, I remained silent... even when I took Dan and Tara to the airport from the funeral. She was leaving with him. It seemed right.

A long goodbye hug to both as I stared mostly through them with a lifeless gaze, only to walk off my black dress. At the end of the terminal, I looked back to see if they were there. Both were still looking at me.

I waved, then went out of sight. I'd never see them again.

I didn't go home though from there. I went back to the cemetery.

Nobody was there but me.

I dropped to my knees and cried until I was empty.

When I finally decided to leave, I placed one rose on her grave saying "I miss you" and walked off.

When I got back to Milkman's I sat and listened to the quiet for a bit.

Then & there, I'd decided to walk away.

I took my things, and took off leaving the keys to the place on his table with a note. In my note I lovingly thanked him for everything but this part of the Journey was over.

Belle was better off staying and had no part in the next part of my life. I didn't know her anyway.

After some planning, I rented out my house and headed for the mountains.

I needed quiet and a long break, possibly forever.

I bought a small cabin in a small high-country town near a smaller city. It was out of the way, not in a high class area, and quiet.

I took a job at a local classier thrift store specializing in vintage & older things and got a small used truck to keep myself busy gathering things for the shop.

I parked my super snazzy car in the barn garage under a cover, put it on jacks and disconnected the battery.

I'd just lived quite the life up to this point. I was wondering if I should just enjoy the quiet and security... and fade away here.

All of it was a blur to me.

The clothes & all that made my other side were put in my spare room, out of sight while I went back to the guy I was. I left them in a pile on a bed. I didn't even fold them.

A few nights, I stood at that door with a drink... ready to just seal that room forever.

Justice was screaming and in pain and I didn't have any idea how to fix it, or her.

It was best to just shut her down for a while.

Over the next year or so, I got into a normal routine. I'd gotten to know some locals and fit in, but stayed mostly in my own quiet corner of life.

I even had a lady friend.

Her name was Linda. She was about my age, her husband had passed some time back and she was a free spirited woman. We met at a local hospital when I'd had an accident breaking my leg. She was one of the nurses.

I now had a cane and a limp that I was working on with therapy every week. She was always there to help me.

Linda was over on a winter night for dinner. I was outside grabbing fire wood when a car pulled up. I didn't recognize it as I continued to stack some on my porch. I just loved a cozy fire although the place did have modern things.

Standing on the porch now looking out, I lit up a smoke and watched two people get out then come up the steps.

When they got to me, the dimmer light showed me who they were.

It was Milkman. At his side was Belle.

Mow with mildly graying hair, spiked up and a goatee, I leaned on my cane saying one word.

"Hey."

He returned with "Hey."

I smiled... "Well. Both of ya get in here. It's cold up here."

I introduced them to Linda.

During the visit, Milkman asked me if we could talk. I excused us to another room.

There we sat face to face again. He was quiet for a moment, then he pulled out a cashiers check from him to me. "Here's your cut from all we did. 1.4 Million."

Now casually relaxing on a couch, I looked at it then said "I want no more of that after this sir."

"I understand Justy... Ooops.. sorry.... Kelly. Your name was on a lot so it's only fair." he said.

"How'd you find me?

"I had gps on your car... but I gave it a while. I am so sorry Kelly."

When he said that, through my welling-up tears... For the first time ever I saw that man cry.

During our talking, he brought up... "Oh yes, Tess was asking about you... actually has asked me once a month where you went. I never told her."

"She wants to open a new Running Light." I mentioned.

"Can I ask you to come home Kelly?" Milky said.

I backed into my sofa a bit, comfy and calmly talking. "I'm... I'm not sure. I'll have to think about that. That killed part of me."

He looked down saying "I know. I miss her."

We talked for a small bit more then went back to the girls.

A few months later Linda had to go back east to be with her kid who'd fallen ill and on some very unfortunate times. She wasn't coming back.

We had a few more good times together then parted ways. I really liked her.

I thought about Milkman & all of the past quite often.

A month or so more, (and much thinking) I decided I'd come back, but not back into what we'd done in the past. I wanted something more legal. He'd promised me we'd not do what we'd been doing.

Instead, a business venture. Open a club with Tess running lead, but holding the name of my old one. With Milkman's ideas & money, My ideas & money and Tess running it... it could be good and keep us out of the limelight.

I gave my truck to a local kid in town who'd always been willing to help out. He was a real good kid, always helping his mom who was aging.

I rented the cabin out as a furnished deal, uncovered my car... and hit the road for Vegas where Milkman had relocated to.

Now, in the process of going back into some venture, of course we all had to meet. Well, I had to meet Tess anyway. I only remember that one quick meeting with her, but something was there. That look in her eyes I couldn't shake.

I got to Milkman's place and set up there for a while. It was 15 minutes to my old house near Lake Tahoe but I couldn't occupy it for a month.

Once I'd sorted Justice's items back to original glory, and some therapy paying off and a leg that worked right... she could come back out.

I felt good.

Tess and I were set to meet up in Vegas. Our meeting, was in a super class hotel having some big show involving drag queens. I'm sure you've seen it on TV. We thought it would be a good getaway too.

When it was time to head out, I came out. Milkman & I were driving together.

He just looked at me, having not seen me for years and smiled. "There's my girl." was all he said.

At the hotel, some simple mingling with others like me, watching the show & such, I excused myself and went to the elevator. Milkman wasn't part of this meeting and stayed behind enjoying some gambling & the like.

The 30th floor was where I was to meet Tess. It was in a luxury penthouse suite bigger than my own house.

On my way down a long hallway, the marble floors echoed the clicks of my heels as I went along.

I'm tapping my way along on my tablet organizing my thought points at a pace. Hugging the wall as I went to stay clear of any traffic.

I'm in a most commanding business dress with a shimmering way about me.

Looking back at me from every mirror I passed was her, my confident other one inside.

Turning a corner, I continued on to Tess's room.

I heard a door open in front of me, and some man... leans out quickly to put out his room service tray out.

It was too late to stop, I was right at him when he did...

I ran right into him... flipping clean over him landing on my back looking up.

My tablet flew down the hallway, my purse around my neck.

I knew his head hit my crotch... and NOW here's this startled naked man looking right up my skirt.

I'm just looking up with a semi-startled look and he's just standing there looking down.

This man comes forward with some 7 or so inches just dangling.. holds a hand out saying " 'The' Justice Kelley of the Running Light. I AM SO SORRY! Let me help you up."

"Um.... Hi, yea... mm... Thank you." I said, straightening myself while very tight lipped. Keep in mind, I had a smile but I was holding it to a minimum cause I'm still mentally glued to his thingy.

Now standing face to face, I don't think we said a word.

No, it was just a look... and what do I do? I pull his ass into his own room... not caring what's next.

I pushed him sideways, then stood at the bed in a statuesque fashion... then turn... saying "would you?"

With that, he's instantly kneeling and yanking down my pencil skirt, panties too... and I go nuts stepping out of them. I crawled on the bed, straight up on my knees, waving my ass mildly sideways.

I remember him licking me... but what I really remembered, if only for 10 minutes, was how well he sawed in & out of me.

This man hit every spot just right, held me just right and when I finally sprayed the covers... he painted my walls at the same time holding me so lovingly.

When I fell on the bed, face down and spent... he laid at my side on his back just looking at me.

I only smiled.

He helped me up, kissed me lightly, then held out my panties so I could slip back into them.

He straightened my skirt making sure I looked right then led me to the door.

With that, I smiled again... mouthed "thank you" with a hand on his cheek... and walked out.

Now freshly fucked, I made it to Tess's room and knocked.

She let me in saying "Well hello Justice... come in. I've been looking forward to this."

"Oh, thank you." I replied.

Inside, she held both of my hands and once again examining me from north to south... as a dribble of cum falls right from my panties, hitting the floor.

She looked down at it momentarily, then raised one eyebrow with the cutest smile...

I tried to hold my composure, but still busted up giggling as we locked eyes.