Heather Ch. 10

Heather Chapter 10.

Part 1: Payback

On Monday morning, the girls were fashionably late. They walked arm in arm, giggling like schoolgirls. The all-hands meeting had just started, so they didn't miss anything. They had just mentioned it was the hot dog, not Magic, that killed Todd when everyone stopped to look at the happy couple.

Quiet Man stopped and said to Heather, who was still talking, "Heather, do you have anything to add?"

Heather stood up and said, "Yes, I do. If it was the hot dog, why didn't the police test the other hot dogs at the scene? Why were they left behind? Is this incompetence or a cover-up?"

Quiet Man leaned over and whispered to Leon, who was gracing us with his presence.

Leon asked, "How do you know this?"

"Oh," Heather said, "Sarah and I caught a ballgame and visited the scene of the crime. I am surprised you didn't do that." She was now on offense. "And if you want to know why we are so happy, we were working during our time off. Sarah has been fucking my brother all weekend until he got a blister on his dick. I think she is ready to test out."

The crowd had some sparse laughter. Tammy, Josh and Heather's mother, hung her head and shook it, but you couldn't miss the smile. Daughter had again exceeded mother. Devon and Meagan looked at each other in disbelief, mouths agape. Sarah felt that weird mix of embarrassed and proud.

Quiet Man leaned over to Leon and said, "I need to talk to Grande Antonio."

The group broke down into separate conversations while he was gone. Black Clint Howard looked like his puppy just died. Several individuals came up to Heather and introduced themselves to Heather, who had become the next new thing at St. Michaels.

Quiet Man returned. "Change of plans. We will be enacting revenge on the identity of someone we know is Crimson Talon. We will increase our training time to get everyone ready sooner. We are at war. Heather, come see me."

She went into Quiet Man's office. Leon was there. "You are the most advanced of all of the students. We are going to give you a field assignment."

"Is that what Fat Tony said?" Heather interrupted.

"Yes," Leon answered. "And please don't call him that."

"Sorry," Heather whispered.

"We are going to have you replace an escort, one that Senator Pat Geary uses. He likes to be tied up and dominated. He is an Epstein baby-raping pedophile. Once he is tied up, you inject him with this auto injector and knock him out. Once he is out, call us, and we will do the rest. You might have to ad-lib and stick something in his mouth to muffle any screams. "

"If he is good-looking, can I fuck him first? Heather jokingly asked.

"As long as you get the job done and we get the information we need on other operatives, you can give him a god-damn pedicure," Leon responded as he took over the talking from Quiet Man.

This seemed like a basic pump-and-dump operation. Heather was glad she went shopping this week. She had the dominatrix outfit: stockings, heels, suspenders, and a black wig. Her first field assignment. She was giddy again.

She got her clothes and injector and arrived at the Marriott, Room 319. She knocked. Senator Geary answered. Heather said, "Mistress Strain could not make it. She sent me. And told me what you like."

The Senator eyed Heather up and down like a piece of meat. "You will do just fine. Did you bring the cuffs?"

"I got them." Heather cased the room like Denzel Washington in "The Equalizer." Laptop on desk and open. A cell phone, wallet, and Gideon Bible sat next to it. A food cart was still in the room. He had just finished eating. Heather noticed the steak knife. She slipped into the bathroom to change and noticed all the nice plush towels.

Heather looked at herself in the mirror. "You look hot, even if I have to say so myself." She whispered. She had on stockings with a garter belt, no panties. Her breasts were supported and looked like rockets. The long black gloves were a nice touch added from the "Sarah collection." And it would cover up any prints. She had her injector and Bed Restraints Strap Set with Cuffs, Adjustable Under Mattress Bondage Kit thanks to Sarah. Heather realized she created a monster. Her only concern is whether she could win her back from her brother. She seems to be fun now.

Heather placed her hands on the counter and looked at herself in the mirror. This was an Epstein person. God knows what he did to innocent young girls, and all they want me to do is knock him out so they can have a chat? What about justice for the victims? He had his laptop and cell phone out. That should supply them with his contacts and information. Heather had talked herself into going off script. This would be her ad-lib.

She came out and saw the Senator on the bed naked. His suit hung neatly on Marriott wooden hangers. His underwear was still on the floor. He had pushed the cart outside the room, most likely right outside the door. Heather brought out the restraints and tied up the Senator. She restrained one hand and allowed the hand to rub her pussy. She thought she would give him a little bit of heaven before she sent this Epstein scum to hell. She went counterclockwise doing the restraints, ending up with his left hand last, and one last feel. Heather pretended she liked his touch as she purred, "Oh Baby."

Step two for the Equalizer was the steak knife. Heather cracked open the door to get the knife, and MOTHER FUCKER, the Marriott shits had already gotten the cart, so much for a good Yelp review. Heather would have to do more ad-libbing than she cared to do.

She searched the bathroom and found a nail clipper. That could take an hour. She went back into the room and took the Senator's yellow and brown-stained underwear and shoved it in his mouth. It was time to read him the riot act.

"How many young girls did you rape on Epstein Island? What made you think you could get away with it? She went into her "Pulp Fiction" mode since "The Equalizer" failed her. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill," Heather forgot the line. Shit-fuck. She managed the ending: "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."

She felt bad knowing she fucked up the last thing he would hear.

The Senator shook his head back and forth, muffled "No's" s coming out of his mouth. Geary knew this was a setup. He knew this was a St. Michael's hit job. He was warned about a revenge plot after Todd was murdered, but Heather was so fine-looking. This was all about the bill he was to introduce to hurt the Order. He was going to tax capital gains the same as income, place a penny tax on every trade, and use the revenue to open St. Bernard's, a state--of--the--art research and treatment center for puppies with cancer. If he could only talk to this woman, he knew he could convince her. Shit, he even voted to release the Epstein Files.

Heather was working up her courage for what came next. She said, "I am going to sing to you. I am going to sing to you the 'Song of Kumarbi.'It is an ancient text where Kumarbi bites off the penis of Anu."

There were muffled screams and blood. Lots of fucking blood. Jesus. Heather hurried to put her clothes on over her outfit. She gathered up the computer, cell phone, wallet, and she also took his wedding ring and watch to make it look like a robbery. She gathered up the restraints. Sarah would kill her if she left them behind. Mistress Strain would be the main culprit. She made her call from her car: "Body ready for pickup." She fucked that up too. She forgot her code phrase, "See you later, alligator." She had the penis wrapped in a Marriott washcloth in her coat pocket. No one was going to sew this back on.

The crew arrived expecting a limp body that they could revive, restrain, and interrogate. They needed a clean-up crew. It wasn't going to happen. They used the hotel phone, called the Senator's aide, and said he needed his driver.

The crew skedaddled. The Senator's aide, Winston Farkas, showed up and realized there was going to be a scandal. He had a crew clean up the blood and dispose of the sheets and mattress. They had it ruled as a heart attack.

The word got out to both organizations. Crimson Talon did not know the identity of the killer, but the symbolism of a wiener for a wiener was clear. Leon and Quiet Man at St. Michaels were in a tizzy. They had to inform Antonio ASAP. The favored option for a rogue agent who deliberately tanked a mission was to have them join her fellow rogue agents at the bottom of Lake Michigan.

Heather's phone rang. It was Leon. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"

Heather replied, "I ad-libbed, as you instructed me to do. And don't yell at me, or else I will cry."

Leon's desire to have sex with Heather vanished, knowing that the last cock she had in her mouth, she walked out with it. He took a breath. "You were just supposed to knock him out, not kill him."

"He was alive when I left him," Heather replied, holding back the snicker.

"We need to come in now," Leon insisted.

"I need a good bath. Those shit showers you have don't cut it. I will see you first thing in the morning," she said, and hung up.

Leon called back. Voicemail. He would wait. The Order watched her house that night. A black Audi was parked outside her home.

Heather came in bright and early and very chipper. The girls heard what had happened, how she unmanned an Epstein creep. They gave her a standing ovation as they marched her to Quiet Man's office. They contacted Antonio to decide her fate.

"You failed the mission. You cost us a chance to get valuable information, Quiet Man said.

Heather spoke in her defense. "You told me he was an Epstein creep so that I may have overreacted."

Leon rubbed his face, knowing how he messed up. Finally, he said, I lied to you. He was not an Epstein client. I just said that to encourage you to do your job."

"Then it is your fault he is dead." Heather had her mother's blame-shifting genes. "But to say I failed to get the information is inaccurate."

Heather reached into her bag and pulled out the Senator's phone and laptop. She set it on the desk, or "Table" as they liked to call it, right between Quiet Man and Leon.

Leon said, "This is useless without a password. It might take a week to hack it. We need the information yesterday."

Heather said, "The password is 'bondage.'" Normally she would have added a "duh" behind it, but she refrained.

Quiet Man typed in "bondage." Sure enough, it worked. He clicked through it. There were a bunch of e-mails and useless files. Nothing of any importance.

"There is nothing here," Quiet Man stated.

"Look at those e-mails. There are many spelling errors, and he has a spell checker downloaded. This guy is a US Senator, not POTUS; it doesn't make sense. It is a code."Heather said, anticipating the next question.

"We will have our expert coders look at it," said Quiet Man. "I doubt they'll find anything."

Heather continued, "And they won't. They have no idea that the code changes daily. I have already decoded some. It seems a "JD" is in charge of the Crimson Talon. Care to know how it works?

"Of course." Quiet Man responded.

"If I tell you, can I have a seat at the table?"Heather pushed.

Leon said, "Right now you need to avoid a seat at the bottom of Lake Michigan."

Heather gave a fake "gulp." She knew the women would revolt if that happened, and so did Leon. "It is simple. The date of the e-mail clues you which New York Times crossword puzzle you need. Fill in the blocks starting in the upper corner and fill the letters in vertically. When the puzzle is filled, you read the message horizontally. If you have extra letters, you do the process all over again."

Her bosses were dumbfounded. "How did you figure that out?

"I didn't invent it." My college Psychology teacher taught us kids this so he could write us girls obscene proposals. You know, the Senator would have never given you the code. You're welcome."

Quiet Man, "I don't know whether to promote you or throw you in the bottom of the lake. Leon, check on this professor. Heather, give him all the details."

Quiet Man relayed the good news to Grande Antonio: they had the initials of the leader of the Crimson Talon and an e-mail address that was surely trashed. They may get more names as they decode the e-mails.

Part 2: The Crimson Talon

Sofia was lying in bed with Julie's head between her naked thighs when she got the phone call. It was the top boss, Jordana Diamond. Diamond wasn't her real name, but her top status. Emerald was second level, followed by Ruby. Sofia was a Ruby.

Jordana started, "They killed Senator Geary."

Sofia: "Who did?'

Jordana: "The fucking Order, that's who. They cut his wiener off. They must have known we killed Todd. You started this war, Sofia; you will need to finish it."

Sofia: "I will get to work on it."

The call ended as abruptly as it started. Sofia felt like she was on her own against the most powerful organization on the planet. Okay, she had Julie.

She was going over the names on her list. She needed to go after the low-hanging fruit. Jennifer was by far the easiest. No entourage, no bodyguards, lives at home and likes to play poker. Julie would not approve. She had to test Jennifer first to see if she was a member. Maybe an incantation, hypnosis?

Sofia turned to Julie, still eating her pussy, "Are you ready for a road trip?"

Julie gave a thumbs up and came up for air. "Where to?"

Sofia: "Vegas, baby."