Heather Ch. 09

Heather Chapter 9

Part 1: First Blood

Sofia came home with a box of chemicals and went upstairs to one of the lock rooms. Julie was left outside the door. Sofia yelled through the door, "Sorry, Jules, I'm cooking. I can't be distracted."

Julie went downstairs and drove around in her pink Cadillac. She went by Heather's place, but she wasn't home. Odd for a Tuesday. She was going to confront her. It would have to wait. It never happened.

Julie returned. Sofia was holding up a capsule. It was oddly pointed at one end. "We are going to see the Cubs play. I have seats on the first-base side."

"Isn't that the visitors' dugout? Who are they playing? Julie questioned.

"The Dodgers," was the short answer.

" What do you want me to do? Are we going after the guy in the Dodger cap? Is he an Epstein baby raper?" Julie went on.

Sofia said, "Yes to all of it. When I give you the word, I want you to buy a Chicago dog and bring it to me."

At the game, things were going normally. Sofia did not sit down. Instead, she stood in the aisle, talking to Julie while rubbernecking at the luxury suite for signs of Todd.

Eventually, she spotted Todd standing next to Magic Johnson.

"Oh shit," Sofia muttered.

Julie turned around. "Please don't tell me you are going to kill Magic too?"

SHH! Sofia said. She sat down to think. They may have someone at the door. She got up and cased the room from the inside. A girl was attending to their owners. It was Chicago's own Fiona Gallagher. She was part of the Crimson Talon, but was never called upon to do anything.

Sofia walked up to her and asked, "Have they eaten anything?"

Fiona shook her head. "No."

Sophia had an idea. Since the girls looked similar, she said, "Here is $500 for your badge. Take the day off."

Fiona always had bills. She took the money and walked out.

Sofia went back to Julie, "Get me two Chicago dogs. Don't worry, Magic will be fine. I need you to buy the dogs, as the area is monitored with cameras. Give them to me in the Vomitory where there are no cameras."

Julie did as instructed. She looked nervous. Sofia said, "Go get us a couple of beers and go sit down." Sofia slipped the capsule into one end of the hot dog.

Sofia walked into the Dodgers' owners' suite as if she belonged there. She walked right up to the two owners, handed them each a Chicago hot dog, and said, "Compliments of the city of Chicago."

Todd took the rigged dog and Magic the other. Magic said, "Could I get some ketchup for this dog? "

If the city heard that, he would be Steve Bartman famous. Sofia was polite, with a big, sweet smile and said, "Could I get your autograph, Mr. Johnson?" Sofia had a clean napkin.

Magic picked up the tiny napkin in his huge hand and said, "Who should I make this out to?' She pointed to her badge and said, Fiona."

Sofia left with Magic's dog and napkin as she espied Todd taking a huge bite. She went back to her seat and said to Julie, "Care to share a hot dog?"

As Todd swallowed the dog, the capsule opened and expanded, reacting with the moisture. He was choking. Magic attempted a Heimlich maneuver, but to no avail. There was no air to blow it out. They called the EMTs as Todd's face turned blue, matching his ball cap. Magic had everyone stand back as he performed an emergency tracheotomy. He made an incision with a steak knife. He then took out the inside of his pen, the one he used to sign the autograph, and jammed the empty shell into the opening.

Unfortunately, he jammed it all the way through to the other side. Todd died. Magic, in Bartman-like fashion, was blamed for the loss. The EMTs arrived. There was a lot of commotion. A woman was heard screaming.

Julie turned around and said, "There is a lot of excitement up there."

Sofia instructed Julie to "Turn around; the game is about to start. Watch Ohtani."

The girls sat quietly watching the game. Sofia didn't know exactly what happened, but at minimum she sent a message. The Cubs were behind, so it was cool to leave after seven innings with those filing out.

They turned the TV on at home. Todd was indeed dead, accidentally killed by Magic Johnson in a botched tachometry. They also reported that they were looking for a girl who was supposed to get Magic a Chicago Dog with ketchup. After they flashed Magic's picture next to Steve Bartman's face, they flashed a picture of Fiona Gallagher as a person of interest.

Sofia showed Julie the signed napkin, "I hate to have to get rid of this. It is such a collectible." She paused and added, looking deep in Julie's eyes, "I really need my pussy eaten."

Part 2: The Order of St. Michael.

It was Wednesday, which means the girls were in there cock sucking class. Sarah was sucking on a black man who looked like a black Clint Howard, not her first choice. Meagan normally practiced on him.

Heather was on the archery range, knocking out bull's-eyes. Then she hit one high, near the top of the target. "What the fuck was that?" the instructor asked,

Heather said, "Oh, that. A fly was up there, crawling on my target. It was bothering me, so I killed it."

"Bullshit" was the official response.

Heather confidently added, "Let's go look."

The instructor carefully removed the arrow. Sure enough, there were bits of what looked like a fly.

The instructor laughed and shook his head. "I know now who NOT to piss off."

An announcement came over the intercom about an "all-hands meeting."

Quiet Man addressed the group. Todd, who had a seat at the table, had died in a freak accident. They suspected the Crimson Talon. We were formulating a response with their boss.

Heather perked up. "Quiet Man has a boss?" She thought he was the boss of the Cosmic Area Design. The class was dismissed until next Monday. By then, they should know something.

Instead of bolting, Heather asked Sarah if she was ready for another round. She answered in the affirmative. "Meet me by my black Audi." It matched every car in the lot.

Heather approached Quiet Man to ask a question. This was something none of the other girls would do, but she figured any man whose cock she had in her mouth, she should be able to address.

"Who is your boss? Where is he?" Heather dared to ask.

"Quiet Man gave her an honest answer. I don't know where he is. We communicate through the computer. He is called "Antonio."

"Does he have a title or last name?" Heather continued.

"He is the Grande." Quiet Man said.

"Antonio Grande or Grande Antonio," Heather said, thinking out loud. "Do you mean Fat Tony?"

"Who is Fat Tony?" Quiet Man asked.

"He is a black gangster who deals drugs in Gary, Indiana," Heather said, suddenly realizing how stupid it sounded.

"I don't think so," Quiet Man ended the discussion.

Part 3: Sarah

The two returned to "Fink Manor," as they now called home. Heather asked, "Are you ready to fuck my relatives?

"Anything for you," Sarah responded.

This was getting a little creepy and clingy for Heather, but with Julie being such a bitch, Sarah was her only friend, not counting Mom. Okay, counting Mom.

They relaxed for the rest of the day and wondered what Monday would hold. Would they have to go out in the field without completing their training? Sarah was fretting. Heather wanted revenge, even though she didn't know Todd that well, although he did have his dick in her. That should count for something.

Heather called her tag team relatives and asked if they wanted a matinee the next day. They were all in. Considering the change in the situation, Heather allowed Sarah to snuggle with her. She stroked her hair and gave her reassuring kisses to calm her nerves. After they ordered Chinese take-out, they went to bed. Sarah fell asleep with her left arm and left leg wrapped around Heather. The warm body and extra weight helped Heather sleep.

They woke up rudely at 8 AM to a loud knock on the door. Heather put on a robe. It was fucking Fric and Frac, aka Josh and Kevin. Fucking guys could not wait. Heather put on some coffee. The guys opened their McDonald's bags. They had two of each breakfast item, not knowing what the girls liked.

When a girl is hungry, McGriddles turn out to be a girl's best friend. Fuck Diamonds. Sarah poured the pancake syrup on top of her McGriddle. They hadn't had the class on healthy food choices as yet. The guys put a dent in what the ladies didn't eat. It was nice of them to do this. Some guys feel they need to feed a woman before they fuck them.

After a full breakfast, none of them felt like moving. They decided to watch TV for a bit. The news was on, and the death of Todd was being discussed. Josh said, "I just can't imagine Magic wanting ketchup on his Chicago Dog. He is the one that should have choked on it."

"Another fucking Steve Bartman," Kevin added. While the news focused mostly on the ongoing investigation and Fiona being a person of interest, the attention was on Magic's bad taste in hot dogs.

With some inside information, Sarah looked over at Heather as if to say something. Heather just shook her head. "No." They would find out more on Monday.

Heather asked the guys, "Are you hard and ready?"

"Maybe if we were watching porn," Kevin replied.

Heather pondered the statement and said, "That is a great idea, Kevin. I can put some porn on, and you guys will imitate their actions."

Heather hooked up her laptop to the TV and searched. She played a Skylar film.

Sarah objected, "Find someone else. I am not going to imitate some bottle blond with floppy tits and an ugly nose."

Heather thought Sarah was stalling. She managed to find a skank-looking actress in Khloe Kapri. "How is that?"

"She will do." Sarah was happy that Heather did this for her.

"Okay guys, don't let the fact that these guys are twice your size. To Sarah, you guys have monster cocks."

Sarah wasn't going to mention that she had dildos the size of the guys on screen. Flesh is different than rubber.

The film started on the screen, and they stripped as their characters got naked. Sarah imitated the scene by getting the guys hard while on her knees, sucking cock, switching between the two. They liked this training technique.

The guys got very hard. Sarah now had to go on her hands and knees on the sofa. Kevin imitated an 11-inch black man by fucking her from behind, while she sucked on Joshua's cock. Kevin pounded and grunted like the guy on the screen. Heather had to chuckle.

Five minutes into this 42-minute clip, both guys came. Houston, we have a problem.

Heather said, "How do you guys feel about cock rings?"

Their consensus is they would wear them, but they would have to be able to cum at some point.

Heather agreed. She got out the tape measure from the sewing kit she never used. She took Kevin's cock in her hands and measured the circumference. She did the same to her brother. Sarah still couldn't handle this family thing as she shook her head and smiled.

The ladies went to the Cubs game knowing what had happened there. They were curious. The walk from the bleachers to the suite was long, especially since they didn't know which suite it was. They checked out every suite along the way until they reached one with yellow tape across the door. She looked inside using her "misty vision," which she thought she'd gained after watching a required season of "Luke Cage." She knew the hot dog was the culprit. Chicago Dogs were still sitting out on the counter. Why didn't forensics take them and test them? This smelled of a cover-up. Was the Crimson Talon that well connected?

They didn't buy any hot dogs that day. They split some popcorn.

"Let's go to Egor's Dungeon and get some cock rings for the boys," Heather suggested.

"And then get some Thai food, Sarah added.

It was a hop, skip, and a jump from Wrigley. They went inside as all eyes went to them. A female attendant stepped up to help them. Can I help you?" she said

"Cock rings," Heather said.

"For what function?" the lady said.

Sarah spoke, "We don't want her brother to cum too soon."

"I see. Well, we have a nice selection of colors and styles. We have multi-colored, various-size rings you can try out, or adjustable Velcro ones. Then there are vibrating ones that enhance sex for both people."

Sarah said without hesitation. "We'll take the vibrating ones."

Heather added, "And two packs of the assorted ones."

They kept looking around the store. Some sexy outfits you never see at Sears were on display.

They tried some on and bought them too.

They were approached by a man who asked, "Are you ladies working and want a date?"

Heather recognized the man from Vice when she got busted. He was at the police station.

She told him loudly so everyone in the store could hear, "We don't date cops." He rushed out of the store.

They took their items, ate Thai food and returned home.

Kevin could not make it for the rest of the day. His wife had a "church thing" THEY had to do, so that he couldn't come over for the cocksucking sessions. However, Josh was available.

Heather recognized the two were crushing on each other. Josh showed up with McGriddles, and McGriddles only. Heather decided to leave for the day and let the two teach themselves. This might work better. She could use a spa day.

Heather returned in the evening. Josh's car was still there. She walked into her own house yelling, "Knock, Knock!" No answer. She crept to the guest bedroom. She peeked in. There was Sarah in a leather outfit riding her tied-up brothers, shouting, "Giddy-up, cowboy," and screaming in sexual pleasure. She had discovered honeymoon sex. The plan worked. Heather has transformed Sarah from Barbara Billingsly (Exit to Eden), saying "Come on. Put your thing in my thing," to Julie Christie (Shampoo), "I'd like to suck his cock."