Halloween Party Horror

Halloween Party Horror.

I have always liked Halloween.

For me, it's always been a special day. When my kids were younger, we did it up big. The entire yard was decorated. We did the pumpkin carving thing. We were our streets, "Halloween Family".

How that I'm alone, I'm relegated to giving out bags full of candy to a bunch of screaming little beggars. But as always, it has been a good time for me, and I enjoy it.

At one time the neighborhood where I live seemed to "dry up" and we would only get a handful of "trick or treater's", but over the past 5 or 6 years, there has been a resurgence of younger families buying homes in the area. Last year, I got over 140 little shits knocking on my door.

Personally, I like seeing others wearing costumes, but getting dressed up in a costume in a room full of other like-minded people isn't my idea of having a good time.

But this upcoming Halloween Night, "Saturday" October 31st will be a wedding anniversary party of a very good friend. No, he didn't get married on Halloween, but he figured that the spooky holiday doesn't always fall on a Saturday night and his 25th wedding anniversary falling a few days later, it would be the perfect reason for throwing a party.

So, like "good friends" do, I set out to find a suitable costume for myself. Yep, me, a guy who not long after the party, is about to turn 50, is going to get dressed up for a costume party for the first time since college.

Now I just needed to decide on who or what I wanted to be.

*****

When I told my assistant, Tasha, about the party, and told her I was going to rent a costume, she suggested going to a local Thrift Store instead of renting something. She told me that the best ideas were hanging right there on racks. They might not necessarily be intended to be costumes, but costumes they indeed were. Costumes waiting to be used.

With her at my side, we went to three different stores. She held up a hundred different options, but for the life of me, I wasn't about to go anywhere dressed as Cowboy Woody, Pikachu, or a demented purple dinosaur.

In the end, what caught my eye was an over exaggerated pin-striped suit. Black, double breasted, with thick gray pin stripes. I tried on the jacket. It was a bit loose but fit my shoulders perfectly. The pants were too big, but could easily in taken in. I put the suit in our cart and found a black dress shirt with matching tie.

Tasha held up a pair of black and white "wingtips", two sizes bigger than my size. With a bit of stuffing, I could make them work. They went in the cart on top of the suit. For $30, I had my costume.

All I needed was a fake thick mustache, and some spray in jet-black hair dye. I already had the cigar accompaniment waiting in a humidor for me at home.

*****

"You're going out as Jenna Ortega's dad?"

"No. I'm not going to be that "Gomez Addams". The Gomez I'm going to be, is from the sixty's sitcom. He was very cool."

"Says you."

"Yeah, 'says' me."

Tasha's smile is a killer. She had a look that could make the strongest man second guess themselves. Sly, sexy, seductive, and playful.

"Why, do you think it looks stupid?" I asked.

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to say it. Your eyes are telling..."

"Boss, you'll look very dapper. Maybe my eyes were telling you I'm jealous of whomever your date is going to be."

"Really? Why? Do you want to be my "plus one"? We can find you something in black. You can be my "Wednesday". Whaddaya think?" I was sure she was kidding about coming with me, but I threw it out into the universe anyway.

"You're inviting me out to a party dressed as your "daughter"? Is that your "kink". You want me to be your plus one, and you want me to be your daughter. It's a little bit sick... but I like it."

"Well, not exactly. Jesus, Tasha, you have issues."

"Not really. It's this whole "sexual tension thing". I love playing the game with you, but one day... if you play your cards right, who knows what will happen. Plus, Boss, I don't have "Daddy issues" in real life."

"Good to know," I said with a smile, and let the other stuff go answered. But she didn't.

"And... I still think I'm a bit too young for you. Also, if I were going to a Halloween party, I sure as hell wouldn't be dying my hair for it. I mean, in a pinch, I'd do it... and a lot of other things for you, maybe even, to you, if you asked me real nice like, but dying my hair black is not one of them."

Tasha is "too young" for me. I have children who are not that much younger than her age. And as far as "dying" her hair. I understand it. The long blonde strands would take forever to get the black out once she had put it in.

As an assistant, she is top tiered. Smart, funny, and very competent. She also puts up with my shit.

No. I'm not an old pervert who sexually harasses her. I don't stare at her, even when she dresses too sexy for our work environment. Nor do I say inappropriate things around her or touch her in a sexual manner.

Those things are her forte. Those are things she does on a regular basis to try and test our boundaries. Her "cat calls" and "stares", are often followed by light teasing, sexual suggestions, and her hand landing somewhere on my body. And while I never initiate those actions, I have no problem, allowing them to happen.

By putting up with "my shit", I mean that she handles most of the things that I don't want to. It's "teamwork", but even though I'm the "Captain", she is literally, the "Team".

*****

"Maybe you can go as Barbie." I suggested. It was my way of trying to change the subject.

"Or I could go as, Slutty Beach Barbie. I'll be one of those little sluts who show off way more skin than they are supposed to but tell everyone that it's only because it's Halloween."

"Your call. Very interesting, The "Slutty" part, but I was thinking something more like "Ball Buster Barbie"."

"It does have a ring to it. Or how about, Daddy's Dirty Baby Barbie."

"What happened to you not having any 'Daddy issues'?"

"A girl can dream, can't she?"

"Young lady, you truly are a handful."

"Are you talking about my personality, or my breasts?"

"When we get back to the office, remind me to fire you."

"Hah. You're too nice, and I'm irreplaceable."

She wasn't wrong.

As we drove, the very cute blonde turned in her seat just enough so that I had no choice but to see that she was looking at me. "Do you plan on treating me for lunch. I mean, this shopping excursion was exhausting after all."

"Yeah, I'll buy us some lunch. But if you order anything off the menu that has "tofu" as an ingredient, you're walking back to work."

"Wow. Judgmental much?"

"Only when it comes to what you eat."

"So, all the other talk about sex and pretending to be my Daddy, is, okay?"

"How about Philly Cheesesteaks?" There was no fucking way I was going to answer that question.

*****

By 1:30pm, we had finished lunch and returned to the office.

Once there Tasha had me stand on a chair. My package got a brief massage while she flattened out the front pleats of the pants, as did my ass. The same "ass" also got poked twice, while she pinned my jacket and pants. "Accidental" of course. Then while she was rubbing the "poked" area to make it feel "better", she asked if "Gomez" wanted "French Cuffs" on his pants.

"Of course he does. It suits the era."

"Good. I'll let the dry cleaners know." She put the suit in a bag and packed up a few other things. "Once I drop this off, I'm going to the Henderson House. I'm going to take a few pictures and get the rest of the measurements and information we need for the final touches on that project. When I'm done there, I'm heading home. Do you want me to pick up any Halloween treats for the office."

"Perfect. Yes. Get some stuff we like." I watched the perfect curve of her 30-year-old ass as she made her way toward the door. "Tasha..."

"Yeah, Boss."

"Thanks for all your help.

"It's why you pay me the big bucks. Ciao."

Like a carefree butterfly, she fluttered away and out of sight.

*****

For some reason October 31st wasn't even on my radar. The only time I even thought about it was when I walked past the pre-packed bags of candy near the front door. I'd be handing it out until around 8:00pm, after that, I'd be leaving the left-over bags on the front porch. The first kid who showed up after I left, could have a sugar feast it he could carry it all.

So, yeah, I had put Halloween out of my mind. In fact, with how busy I was, it had been put it entirely on the back burner. That was until Tasha arrived at work on Monday October 26th.

With a licorice whip hanging from her mouth and my suit in tow, wrapped in dry cleaners' plastic, she hung it on my coat rack and handed me a pile of letters she had collected from our mailbox.

"The top one is probably most important," she said matter of fact.

"And why would that be?"

"Seems your friend has now decided to renew his wedding vows the night of his Halloween slash "early" anniversary party."

"Fuck off."

"No. You, fuck off. Don't shoot me. I'm only the messenger." She smacked my shoulder with the twelve inches for licorice she hadn't eaten yet.

"Jesus. Now do I have to buy them a gift?"

Her blonde head shook at me as though she were disappointed.

"Jesus. Men. Sometimes I wonder about your gender." Another smack. "If it was originally an anniversary party, you should have already been bringing a gift. Now, you just have to make it a better one."

"How about, the day you actually turn twenty-five, I'll start taking advice from you on twenty-fifth wedding anniversaries."

"How about... you kiss my ass. I'll be thirty-three next year."

"Holy shit. That is old. Please remind me what it was you said about me being too old for you. It might be the other way around. You might be too old for me. And as far as "kissing your ass" goes, how about I take that licorice from you and spank you with it."

"Is that an offer, Boss? Because it sounds a lot like foreplay to me."

Just by the mischievous look on her face, I knew I was in trouble.

"Sorry, Tasha. Like you said, 'too old', for you."

"Too old to have sex with me. But anytime you feel the urge, my ass will gladly accept a kiss or two. So, you can pucker up at will. And if you feel so inclined, you can give it a few "gentle" slaps.""

"For the record, and I'm not telling you again. If anything, I'm not too old. It's that you're too young for me. Late forty's is the perfect age. So, you and your ass, are safe. From my hand and my lips."

Tasha smiled wickedly at me.

"My ass feels, neglected. But, believe me old man, if we ever hooked up, you'd see exactly how old you feel when I was done with you. You'd be so crippled up, you'd be wishing you were still in your twenties. You feel like you were waiting and begging for your social security checks. But that's what you get with me. After we're done being nasty, all my guys are in need of a chiropractor or physiotherapy."

"Perhaps, psychotherapy."

"Maybe. You'll have to find out on your own."

I wanted to tell her it might be worth the risk and that I'd take my chances but chose not to.

*****

On Tuesday, Tasha returned after lunch. She handed me a receipt and put the company credit card back in the drawer of my desk for safe keeping.

"What's in the box?"

Tasha mimicked me by repeating, "What's in the box?" several times. But she did in the same disturbing voice Brad Pitt used in the movie, Seven.

A cardboard box held two very nicely wrapped packages.

"Do you plan on telling me, or should I guess."

"Impatient little shit, aren't you?" She pointed to each individual package and told me. "A bottle of Veuve Clicquot and a bottle of over-priced whiskey. Here." She handed me a nicer card than I would have picked out. "You can fill out a card for them. Write something nice and cheesy in it," she warned. "Make it from the heart."

"God. Honestly, hiring you was worth every single penny."

"You think? But I am glad that you finally realized it," Bending toward my desk, she teased me with a smile and some cleavage. "Just remember to keep telling yourself that when you sign my paychecks."

Focusing on what to write, I had stopped paying attention to the girl standing beside me. I wasn't looking at her or answering her.

"Is that the only reason you hired me?"

"What?" I asked. Not really paying attention to her question.

"I asked if being good at my job was the only reason you hired me."

"Jesus, Tasha. Yes. Why else would I have hired you?"

"Who knows. Maybe it was because privately, you like my titties or my bum."

That smile. That devilish smile. The wicked little vixen knew she had me in the palm of her hands.

"Not saying a word. I'll take the Fifth."

Her hand touched my shoulder.

"Fine. You don't have to answer me out loud. Your eyes just did."

Shit. Did I actually check her out her hot little body when I was telling her that I only hired her for her brain.

*****

On Friday, Tasha put a sign in the front window of the office. "Come in for some Halloween Candy", then she showed me how to apply the glue for my professional grade moustache and how to spray dye and slick back my hair.

"You know, I wouldn't have to do any of this if you wanted to work overtime tomorrow."

"Overtime? Freaking 'overtime'. I worked extra hours every day this week and haven't seen a single extra dime. And if you paid me to go on a date with you, would that make me a... hooker?"

"Hooker Barbie. Now that one kind of has a ring to it. I kinda like it."

"Yeah, yeah. I revert back to what I said earlier about needing the extra money."

"Is that true? Remember what you said about me "signing your paychecks". Seems to me, I recall one that had the word BONUS, attached to it."

"Oh yeah. I might have forgotten about that one." God. The sly, shy, and mischievous nature of her smile melted me.

With her perky breasts mashed against my arm as she tugged at my sitting body. Every word she spoke seemed to excite me.

"Either way, paid escort or not, I can't go. When you gave me the week off, I rented a place down on the Gulf. The deal fell into my lap. Honestly, it was so good, I couldn't possibly refuse it. So, I'm taking my paddle board and my dog. I won't be available to take care of your every whim until the following Monday."

"Sure. Go ahead. Enjoy yourself on the beach while I hang out with a bunch of... what did you call us... old people."

The heat of her tight little body was having a profound effect on me. And not one that is generally acceptable in a work environment.

"Old is just a number Jake. And if it makes you feel any better, I slept with a friend of my father's. It was a phase. And he was way older than you are. But I still thought of you while him and I were together."

"Jesus, Tasha. Thanks for sharing. But it doesn't help. Not one bit."

"Why, TMI?"

"Absolutely "too much information". I may be old, but I'm not dead."

"Really? Did you just get a visual image of me in your head?"

"Sure did."

"Was I naked?" She blew warm air into my ear as she spoke.

"Maybe."

"Good. Put it in the "spank bank" for one of those cold lonely nights you have."

"Stop it. Like I said, all this teasing is killing me, and I'm still not dead."

Tasha's laughter filled the office as she gathered her belongings.

"Oh, I know you're not dead. I've heard some of the stories your golf buddies like to tell. The one's about you and all the women you seduce." With a little extra shake in her hips, she started down the hall. "Hope you miss me, boss. See you in a week."

Again, I watched that ass walking away from me. It made me wish I were 15 years younger.

*****

My smile was ear to ear.

The suit looked good on me. It fit perfectly and as far as Halloween costumes go, it looked good. All the needle pokes, inappropriate rubs and touching had made it worthwhile. Tasha, once again, had done a great job.

Dressed and ready, I placed the left-over candy outside and cautiously drove down the street lined with Halloween goblins.

*****

When I pulled up and parked, I knew I was in the right place. The hall was decorated in full Halloween regalia. It sported spiderwebs, goblins and ghouls everywhere. There was even a dry ice machine sending eerie clouds of fake smoke over the floor.

All the food, and even the drinks, were decorated as expected. Blood colored icing, along with icy eyeballs floating about in the punch. It was too much. But I could easily tell a lot of thought and work had gone in preparations for the evening. And even with the invitation having clearly stated, "best wishes only", there was a table decorated and designated for gifts and cards. I put my offerings to the Halloween Gods, that Tasha had kindly purchased for me, down on the table and went off in search of my hosts.

*****

Slowly, just like every organized event we all meet at, our group gathered together like we were the leaders of the free world. And with my friend, who was standing in the center of our group, we probably were.

As always, it was good to see the guys and their wives. Since my divorce, I haven't gotten to see the ladies as much as I once had. Break-ups will do that sometimes. Lines get drawn, and sides are taken. Even if the divorce is amicable.

My divorce wasn't like normal parting way journeys. Partially because my ex-wife still loves me. There is no doubt about in either my heart or my mind. But what she loves more than me as her husband is her freedom.

Are we still friends? I think so. Do we still hang out in the same circles? Not a chance.

Heather and I met early on in college and got married shortly after she became pregnant with Emily, our first child.

I found out while we were dating and before our relationship actually blossomed, that Heather was bisexual. While never trying to "hide" her women from me, she started to "share" them with me on our fourth date. Our fourth date was the magic number when she had one of her girlfriends join us in bed.

I loved Heather so much, that during our years together, I learned to live with sharing her with women. At first, I didn't complain. No, I'm not a cuck. I just found my own kind of amusement and enjoyment in our twisted arrangement. But like many things in life, it changed. The kids got old enough to understand that Mommy and Daddy had a relationship unlike any of their friend's parents. It became harder and harder to explain a "third" person in our bed some mornings. And by the time the kids were in their teens, my wife had chosen to move on and remove herself from the family demographic.

She wanted to concentrate on art, books, women, and... the freedom of expression she so desperately sought after.

And while I still "love her", I only really "miss her", on occasions like this one.

*****

Halloween and the parties that are attached to them, have for decades, been a thing of beauty.

Like Tasha had pointed out earlier this week, young girls will appear older than they actually are when they casually, "slut it up". I've heard guys say over the years, claim that Halloween is like Christmas for them. Claiming a Halloween party is the perfect occasion for girls to put their sexual wares on display and wrap them up like a gift. But there are times in life when being in costume, wrapped up like a gift, can be deceptive. Because lurking beneath the surface of the "beauty", can be something very sinister and evil.

*****

Not being one to complain, I stood with my group of friends and watched the goings on of the younger crowd.

A nug here and a nug there. Each guy pointing out a "costume" made us look in the direction being shown to us. Good looking girls, in skimpy costumes abound. Erect nipples, long legs and exposed ass cheeks. Camel toes and cleavage abound.

In the distance, one particular "Creature of the Night" caught my attention.

She was in disguise. Heavily made up and dressed like most at the party would hopefully never recognize her. Yes, she was unrecognizable to most, but I knew her quite well. "Her", being the host's niece and an ex-girlfriend of my son Tyler.

Over the time they were together, the young lady and my family had spent a lot of time together. And when they broke up, the poor girl didn't handle it very well. Not very well at all. Some say that after the break-up, she required therapy.

*****

Dressed in silky black and purple. She was supposed to be a sexy vampire. I got that wrong. She "was" a "Sexy Vampire". She was pulling it off. Actually she "nailed" the "Sexy Vampire" quite well.

Wearing high heels, lacey stockings with garters, and a pair of black lacey panties and a matching corset. The only thing available to cover her near nakedness was a long cape. Shiney black on the outside, lined with dark purple on the inside. She used her make-up and the high collar of the cape to try and hide her face from the crowd.

The sexy vampire deftly opened and closed her high collared cape while looking around the room. Each time, exposing and covering her succulent body whenever she wanted, and every time she looked my way, the front flaps of the cape were parted to show me her Transylvania Treasures.

Watching her seductively stroll toward my group, I heard one of my buddies gasped for air.

"Jesus Jake. I just figured out who that is. Isn't that Tyler's old girlfriend?"

"It is. And be careful you old perv, she's also Ed's niece."

"Ed's not blind. He'd understand. And a man would have to wonder what the hell is wrong with a guy who gives up on a girl like this one. I mean, look at her. That's a girl I'd give up the wife for."

"You'd give up your wife for a "Fleshlight", you old pervert."

"True, but don't be like that, Jake. And you have to tell me, what the hell did Tyler ever find wrong with her? The girl looks like a lotta fun."

"Well Steve, I can't tell you. But, as I seem to recall, the list is quite extensive."

Escaping was my best option, so I turned away and left my group before she made it over to us.

For a while, I was safe. But like most things in life, you can't hide from them forever.

*****

"Happy Halloween, Mr. Walker."

The cute and sexy vampire had snuck up to me while a was getting a couple of "Pumpkin Spice" snacks. It wasn't a conversation I wanted to be part of, but I turned toward the sexy vampire.

"Olivia. You look a little bit pale. You could be down a pint of blood or two," I joked about her whiteish purple face makeup. She also had the pale makeup brushed over her cleavage.

"You know... old story about us vampire girls not liking much sunlight."

"If that's the case, about vampire things, be careful with the punch. I heard it was made with "Holy Water". And the meatballs reek of garlic. Just saying. Wouldn't want you melting into a pile of dust."

"Thanks for the tip, Mr. Walker," Her hands spread apart. Just a bit. Enough to expose her hot little body and give me a close-up look of what was hidden beneath her cape. "So, Mr. Walker how have you been."

"I'm good. Really good, Olivia. You?" I instantly regretted asking.

"You know. I'm still a bit sad about everything. I'm still living with a wooden stake in my heart. I still find it hard to think about what might have been. You know. But everyday gets a little better for me. I'm just trying to work it out in my head. Mr. Walker, can you please tell me what went wrong."

Putting my hand on her shoulder, I tried in vain to comfort the young lady.

"Olivia... we've been through this... many times."

"Liv... please... call me, Liv."

"Fine. Liv it is." It wasn't going to matter what I called her. It was the content of what I was going to say that was going to upset her. "Liv, it's been more than two years. Almost three. I think we can both agree that it's over. Tyler is married. He's working in Europe. His wife is expecting their first baby." I felt my fingers patting her on her shoulder. I could see the swell of tears rising in her eyes. "As far as what went wrong, I'd have to put it down to you guys being young. But, I think we both know, down deep in our hearts, it's time for you to move on."

And "moving on" was the correct call. I wanted to avoid this conversation and enjoy eating my snacks.

"I knew you'd say that."

"Liv, I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm just trying to be honest."

"Well, I don't like "honesty" if it hurts."

"Unfortunately, whether you "like it" or not, it's a reality of life. And you'll find that there are times in life when reality... hurts."

"Why? Why does it have to be a 'reality'? Did he leave me because I wasn't good enough for him?"

"Liv, you were perfect for him in high school. But kids grow into adults, and things change. You both went away to different schools. If it were meant to be, it would have worked out between you, but unfortunately, it didn't."

She buried her heavily made-up face into my dark suit while she sobbed.

It brought back many memories of the young girl standing on my front porch bawling at all hours of the night after she and my son had stopped dating.

But like most parents, I showed as much sympathy as possible and when she went to "freshen up", I was able to make a clean break away from the distraught vampire.

*****

As badly as the evening started for me with Olivia, the course changed. Our group of friends danced, had a couple of drinks, we ate, and we told stories. Lots of stories. Especially stories about Ed and his wife, and why she would want to renew their wedding vows, with a guy like him.

For an evening, I hadn't looked forward to, it turned out to be a good night. Lots of laughter and music. Lots of great memories with friends. Yes, the night was proving to be way more fun than I would have suspected it would have been.

The only regrettable thing was... Olivia.

*****

Jesus Christ. My head was pounding. The beams of light coming into my room hurt my eyes and my brain.

When I tried to move, my body ached.

I was fully aware I had attended a party. I was also fully aware I had only had 4 or maybe 5 drinks the entire evening. The one shot of Tequila I had consumed couldn't have hurt me this badly.

Hell. I can remember dancing and eating pizza. In my mind, I think I behaved well.

There were plenty of good memories flashing through my aching head. Nothing to alarm me.

I thought about the evening. I replayed it over in my head. Then, I remembered how Olivia kept coming up to me. More than once during the evening, I remember finding her having a full-blown meltdown and hearing about how her and Tyler should be together. The last time we spoke, she left crying. She went to use the bathroom and get us drinks. I recall sitting with her, unhappily listening to her recant stories of how much she still loved my now married son.

At one point, I may have called her ridiculous. I hoped not. It wasn't my intention to hurt the girls' feelings, but... come on. Perhaps a bit impatient, I may have spoken out of line, but again, come on, it's been three years.

And that's where it all went blank.

That's where the memories stopped.

And the more my head pounded, the more thoughts and visions fluttered to life in the back of my skull.

I seem to recall leaving the hall on my own, but I think people had to help me into the house. No. Not people. Someone. I was leaning on them. I walked on my own. Almost. Someone helped to put me in bed and helped me undress. Someone touched me, down there. Just a bit, I think. I'm not sure. I don't think we had sex. But again, I'm not sure.

Then someone gave me a... needle. Of that, I'm positive.

*****

"Good morning, Sleepy Head."

My head still pounding brain throbbed when I heard her voice. It hurt badly, to move my neck. Yet I still jumped. I jumped but I had nowhere to go.

"Olivia... what the fuck."

My arms and legs struggled for movement. They pulled at their tight restraints, but nothing gave. Even though it was pounding, and it hurt to do so, I raised my head and neck enough to see what was holding me. Bound with leather cuffs and actual metal chain, my wrists and ankles were fully secured and not being permitted to move more than an inch or two.

"Olivia, this isn't fucking funny. Untie me right fucking now." When the girl didn't move, I got even more upset. "I swear to God. If you don't undo me right now, I'll call the cops when you do."

The vampire from last night sat on the edge of my king-sized bed and ran her fingers down my chest. Her fingers toyed with my man nipple. With still damp hair, she appeared to be freshly showered, and all of last night's Halloween make up had been washed down the drain. Still in black, she was wearing a T-shirt I recognize as being mine.

"Oh, Mr. Walker. I'm fully aware that the situation, while not ideal for you, is a tiny bit funny. Funny, but not... what was that word you used last night? What was it that you called me? Oh yeah...'ridiculous'. That alone should have earned you poor graces in my "bad book", but you weren't aware of the consequences of upsetting me. But now that you do, I think we should establish some rules and guidelines before I consider releasing you. Agreed?"

My heads nodded without me even realizing I was doing so.

"Good. That's a very good boy." Her fingers had left my nipple and were now tracing the short length of my horrified and shriveled cock. "If this works out as planned, there may be hope for you yet."

"Olivia, stop. Before you go any further, you had better... STOP." I screamed the last word. Not by choice, but because she had clenched my scrotum and squeezed my balls harder than anything I could have ever imagined.

"Rule number one. You have to call me "Liv" or "Livvy" just like Tyler used to, or you will be punished. Rule number two. If I choose to touch you, you should feel honored that I'm doing so. Especially if it's in a sexual way. In my eyes, a "thank you" goes a long way."

"Liv... Livvy... there's been a terrible misunderstanding. Just untie me. I know some good people, I heard all about your therapy and we'll try to get you some more help. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

Eyes closed as tight as possible, my head still pounding, I tried my best not to vomit. The pain was so excruciating I could feel tears welling in my eyes. Once again, she had used her hands to assault my testicles. Crushing, twisting, pulling, squeezing.

"Rule number three. I have a number of different sedatives at my deposal. Moderate or deep sedation Mr. Walker. Your choice. You behave, and I'll have no problem keeping you wide awake and alert. If you yell or call out, I'll gag you and put you to sleep."

In a flashback, I remembered someone telling me about Olivia being an assistant veterinarian. I immediately assumed she had access to the drugs she was talking about. I just wondered about the other things that she might have available to her, like... SURGICAL TOOLS.

"Liv... all of this is a mistake."

"I know it is. And your family is very familiar with making "mistakes". Tyler made his mistake when he broke up with me. Emily made hers by for being my friend, but not making her brother take me back. What kind of shitty friend is that? And you, you could have stopped it all."

"Liv, please..."

"Mr. Walker, later, you'll see it my way. You'll understand that Tyler made a very bad decision. A decision that cost him the opportunity of a lifetime. A decision that his father now has to pay for and rectify. But in the end, Tyler will come around. We'll be together, even if we did lose a few precious years together."

"HELP. SOMEBODY... PLEASE... HELP... ME," I cried out as loud as I could.

"Mr. Walker, just so we're clear, very clear, you have to start following the rules, and I strongly suggest that you begin doing so right now." Her finger once again began tracing its nail up and down the shaft of my penis "Because I can assure you, I have neutered many dogs. And I kind of enjoy it when I get to castrate bulls and horses. So, a word to the wise, if I were you, I wouldn't give me a reason to pick up a scalpel."

Olivia left my bed. I heard the tap running in my adjacent bathroom. Then I watched as she returned with a wet facecloth and a glass of water.

She wiped my face and put two tablets on the edge of my lips.

"Take those and drink this. It will help with the headache the Xylazine gave you." She put a bent plastic straw against my lips.

"Liv... people... people will be... looking for me."

"Not today, Mr. Walker. Today is Sunday, and no one will be looking for you until Monday. And later tonight, will take care of that. Believe me when I tell you, I have prepared for this. For three long years, I have waited for this."

*****

I must have drifted off. When I awoke, I could hear the sounds of music playing in the background. My headache was all but gone, yet my mouth was dry as a desert.

"Liv... can I have a little more water."

"Absolutely, Baby." She put another single pill against my lips, tucked it in with her index finger, then allowed me to sip from the straw.

The pill wasn't Tylenol. Although I hadn't seen it going into my mouth, by the shape on my tongue, I had a pretty good idea what it was.

"What is this?"

"It's Viagra, Mr. Walker."

"Why are you making me take Viagra?"

"Just to be prepared. I don't want anything to impede your performance."

"Liv, this is madness. It's... crazy."

Her mouth made a ticking noise.

"Now, now. Be very... careful. We're doing so good. I wouldn't want you to take a step backwards by choosing your words poorly. We both know how badly a misspoken selection hurts us both."

"I'm just saying, I've never taken Viagra in my life."

"I know, Baby. Even last night when you were in your little coma, you were rock hard, without a pill." Her fingers wrapped around the head of limp cock, and she gave it a tug. "But don't worry, we didn't do a thing last night. I waited for you to be awake because I want you to remember every single second of it." I knew she was trying to read my mind. "But now that you are aware of what's going on, I'm a tiny bit worried about you having... performance issues."

"Liv... I... let's just chalk this up as a mistake. If you leave now... I'll... never say a word to... anyone. I promise."

"Leaving is not an option, Mr. Walker. And when I do decide to leave, I'm fairly certain I will never have to worry about you "saying a word", because you won't have the opportunity."

Her direct threat left a very dry and bitter taste in my mouth.

*****

It was difficult to tell time, but over the next, I assume, hour, the young girl moved about the room. She had drawn the blinds to darken the bedroom as much as she could. Occasionally, she would use her hand to caress my manhood and... herself. And twice, she put her wet fingers up to my lips.

"You see how wet you're making me Mr. Wade? You see how much I want you to be in me."

In preparation for the upcoming event, Olivia propped another pillow under my head and lifted the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing. In a split second, she was as naked as I was. For the first time, I noticed her pierced nipples.

Climbing onto my bed, she stood above me in a very dominating stance.

Had it not been for the situation, I might have been able to enjoy the view.

Olivia had never been an ugly girl. Her pale skin showed lots of curves. An ample ass and nicely proportioned breasts. If I wasn't tied up, I would have thought to myself that the little bit of extra meat on her bones would have made the meal much more juicy and delicious.

Once again, her fingers dragged through the split between her legs. Only this time, I could see the depths her fingers pushed dep inside of her as she probed her fur lined cunt. The wat her lips surrounded and smothered the digits was amazing.

"Oh. Look who likes to watch me finger myself." Her eyes were glued to my Judas cock. The traitor was about to betray me by hardening up on his own, no matter what I wanted. "I saw it twitch." Her devilish smile eyeing my hardening cock. "Here, Baby. Let me speed up the process."

I watched Olivia as she pulled her moist fingers from her snatch and lowered herself to the mattress. Without asking or giving warning, she sucked the head of my cock between her lips.

Closing my eyes, my teeth chewed at my tongue. I tried to will it to stop.

"Liv... please..."

"Mr. Walker," she mumbled with a full mouth. "You don't have to beg me. Because unlike your piece of shit son, I'm never going to leave you. At least not until you give me what I want."

Before her words even allowed me the chance to lose any of the rigidity she had created, she upped her suction, and forced a spit covered finger into my ass.

While not a fan of having her finger in my ass, the girl could suck a cock. And mine, having a mind of its own, was standing at complete attention for my son's ex-girlfriend.

Olivia took me deeper than anyone in recent history had. It was almost as if she wanted my balls in her mouth along with the cock that was crammed down her throat. It was going well, until I heard her gag.

With a "POP", she released her lip grip on my manhood and left my flagless pole waving it the breeze of the cool fall air. With a gasping breath, the young girl deeply sucked in a lung full of air.

"Wow Mr. Walker. Your cock blocked off my windpipe. I thought for a second I was going to black out and choke to death," she said with watery eyes.

"Liv..."

I started but stopped myself when I saw her reach over to the table and lift her trusty scalpel into her hand. Setting it on the edge of the pillow under my head, she moved herself into position. With a few quick swipes she found the spot where she wanted the head of my cock to be and started to sink herself down.

"Fuuuuccckkkk... you like that, Tyler? Do you remember how tight my little pussy is? Do you miss being in me? You miss Livvy's pussy riding your nasty cock? I bet your wife's stinky cunt doesn't compare to the way I feel wrapped around your dick, does it."

Olivia was right about one thing. Her pussy was nice and tight. But she was wrong about the other things she said. I wasn't Tyler, nor do a currently have a wife who provides me with 'stinky cunt'.

Leaning toward me, she grinded and gyrated her hips with perfection. The young psycho was trying to mash her clit against my pubic bone as she rode me.

"Do you like it, Tyler? This is all for you, Baby." But it wasn't. The event was all about her. She could pretend whatever she wanted, but it was more about her than it was me. Just by the way she was riding me, I could tell that she wanted more. She needed more.

Leaning in even further, she put her tits and nipples just out of the reach of my mouth. And then she gathered up the sharp tool with her hand.

"Suck them. Make them feel good. But if you even think about biting one off, I'll stick this blade in your ear."

As directed, I licked and sucked at her titties. Being very careful to keep my teeth hidden away.

Pulling her nipple from my mouth, Olivia moved in and kissed me. As her hips moved and tried to milk my cock, she kissed me. One of her hands running its fingers through my hair. The other hand holding a shank and prepared to end my life if need be.

"Oh, Tyler. I miss that so much. Can you feel it. Can you feel my little pussy hugging and kissing your big cock?"

"Yes..." I whispered without even wanting to.

"Can you feel my juice dripping all over your balls?"

"Yes..."

"Good, because I'm going to milk a big load of your cum out of you."

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the scalpel roll down the pillow and fall harmlessly onto the mattress. Olivia knew well enough that she was out of harm's way. Hands planted firmly on my chest. She arched her back and thrust her hips down onto my shaft.

"START FUCKING ME," she screamed in my face.

Reflectively, my hips shot up off the bed. In the position I was, it took a few strokes to get the timing down. But before too long, we were in sync.

"Tyler... fuuuuucccckkkk... yes baby... yes... make me..."

Olivia stopped moving. I dare not to. Still thrusting upwards, I continued to pump myself into her.

Hands still on my chest. Head hanging down so that her hair covered her face. She remained motionless and left me to fuck her. She let me fuck her and finish what she had started.

It took longer than I had imagined it would, but Olivia did recover from her climax and did collect her thoughts. I knew she was back when her hips once again started moving and joined mine.

"Livvy... Liv... I'm... going to..."

"Good... Tyler. Give it to me. Give me a... baby."

It was what she wanted. It was what she was waiting for. I didn't want to provide her with it, but my body had a mind of its own.

Spurt after spurt of my fluids flowed into her waiting snatch.

Tightly bonded together, she waited until the very last drop had leaked from me and entered her. Then she pulled off of me and spun so that she could prop a pillow under her ass.

For 45 minutes, I laid in my restraints and watched her playing on her phone while her cunt leaked a combination of our juices. Then she put down her phone, pulled a blanket over herself, and allowed me to listen to her softly breathing as she drifted off and slept.

*****

The pain of another slap on my face startled me awake.

"Jesus Christ, Tyler. Why the fuck did you come in me? What if I get pregnant? What then? Do you plan on marrying me?" Dazed, I looked at her with what must have been a stunned look on my face. "You're a fucking pig. And I don't want a stupid baby from a stupid fucking pig like you."

The next slap, I saw coming. It didn't hurt any less.

My hot little rapist jumped off the bed and disappeared.

Seconds later, in the distance from my attached bathroom, I could hear the shower running and Olivia hummed happily along with the music that was playing on her phone.

*****

"What's your password for your laptop?"

Still naked, except for the towel wrapping her head, she sat beside me on the bed.

Giving her access to my laptop gave her direct access to my life. It wasn't going to happen. She could see the defiance in my eyes. She could feel the tension in the air. She had a look on her face that was cautioning me to beware.

"No?" she asked in a strange voice. "Fine. I understand. Okay then. We'll do it your way."

My captor left me alone for ten or more minutes. When she returned, the look on my face must have been comical, because she started to laugh.

In one hand she had an extension cord. In the other, she had had a device that I recognized as a portable tattoo gun.

"Liv... the code is..."

Lifting her extended index finger, she put it in front of her lips and gave me a "Shhhhh".

"We've been through this. I asked the questions. You answer them in an expedient manner. It's a very simple process. Even an idiot like you should be able to follow along. But when you hesitate to comply, there are consequences. And every time you're a bad boy, those consequences will become... worse."

Her naked body climbed over me for a second time. This time her naked gash landed more on my belly. As soon as she was comfortable, the sting of needles lit up my ribcage.

While she was drawing a heart, and filling the inside of it with her name, she talked as if I were a paying customer for her services.

"We use this one to tattoo registrations numbers on cats and dogs. I just did a litter at Elliot's. And I have to tell you, I'm not very good at it, so we normally have to sedate them, or at least do it when they are so young, they forget the trauma. But..." She stopped working and looked me in the eyes. "We want you to be awake for this, don't we."

When she finished, she took a picture of her work with her phone and proudly showed it to me.

My very first tattoo was a heart, pierced by an arrow, that had an inscription, "Tyler loves Liv". The painful blue blob looked like it was done by a child.

*****

The pain had died down somewhat. The embarrassment hadn't.

Liv had found her way back to my bed. A can of Pepsi and a bag of Crunchy Cheetos, she sat herself down and opened both items. The laptop opened, and she glared at me.

"Wanna try this again?"

"jwalker#77"

"Good boy." Her fingers flew over the keys. "Okay. Let's see what the almighty Mr. Walker has on his agenda for next week."

After listening to her typing as she was opening and closing a number of files, 45 minutes had passed by.

"Okay. All of your work meetings have been cancelled. I sent letters of apology to most. Hope you don't mind, but I signed off as being you. You're an important guy, Mr. Walker." She laughed at how crafty she was. "Now we only have to cancel a haircut, your dinner with Ms. Pattison, and golf. How do you contact your barber, the slut, and your golf buddies?"

"My phone."

My view of her still moist slit was perfect when she leaned over to reach behind her.

"Whenever you're ready," she said impatiently.

Not wanting to risk the chance of another meeting with her scalpel or the tattoo gun, I told her the six digit code for my phone.

"Awwww, that's sweet. Did Tyler set it up for you? Did he put his birthday in as your password."

I didn't answer. She had assumed correctly that the 03 / 02 / 01 were Tyler's birth date.

"Okay Harry's Hair Emporium, and Iris Pattison were easy. Now, how do I cancel golf. Do I send something to your foursome, or one guy."

"One guy. Nick Hopper. It's under "Hoppy"."

"Cute." I watched her scrolling up the list of names. "There we go. I'm going to tell the boys you hurt your back at the party."

*****

The crazy girl tossed my phone aside and started running her hands up and down my naked skin, she looked down and nodded her approval.

"God. I miss Tyler so much. He has such great genes. One day, it will be a fifty-year-old him fucking me. It will be very hard to keep it a secret from him that I fucked his father."

"Liv. Let me call Tyler for you. Let me get him to talk with you."

"Unless we can persuade him to get on a plane and come home in the next few days, you'll do fine."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I'm ovulating almost any time now. Could even be right now. And you're going to put a baby in me. A baby with Tyler's direct bloodlines attached to it. A baby, I'll be able to claim is his. A baby his wife will leave him over." Her wandering hand stopped on my cock. "Now get some rest. I need you to be ready. My little pussy is looking forward to another loads of your precious seed, and I have a fun night planned for us."

My nightmare was only beginning. And saying anything that might upset her would only cause pain... for me. Rolling with it was the very best idea for now.

*****

I awoke to Olivia staring down at me.

"Do go remember when Tyler's team won the state championship?"

"Yes..."

Do you remember what the team did to celebrate?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Then this won't come as any surprise to you. That night was the very first night Tyler made love to me. And..."

"Liv... please... you don't have to..."

But there was no possible way she was listening to me. The Wahl hair trimmer was already plugged in. With the flick of the switch, it buzzed to life. 5 minutes later, I was as bald as my son's team was the night they won the state championship.

*****

"Oh my god. Did you watch season one of The Gentlemen. I just heard about it. It's so good. And Theo James... oh my God, he looks just like Tyler. And I guess... a younger version of... you. I mean when you guys had hair." Olivia asked me, as if she was talking to her very best friend.

She caught herself gushing and continued drying all the parts of my body she had washed and changed the subject.

"Mr. Walker, did you like what I did with my finger? Do you like "ass play"? Tyler used to do that to me all the time. He loved playing with my ass. I was kind of on the fence about it, but... but you know what... I let him. I always let him fuck it any way he wanted. And do you know why?" Her open palm crashed down across my face. "Because he told me he loved me. Because I always do whatever my man wants me to do. And I did it because he promised me, he promised we that we would always be together. That he'd be my man... forever."

"Liv," I said peacefully enough that it sounded like I was trying to calm her. I tried to put the searing and stinging pain of my cheek behind me. "You were a kind and gentle lover. You graciously allowed me to put my cock in you. You're trying to use my semen to impregnate yourself so you can have the baby of your dreams. Perhaps you can drop the 'Mr. Walker' and call me "Jake"." I wanted to make it more personal by having her call me "Jake", but it backfired.

"What if I "want" to call you "Mr. Walker". What then, Mr. Walker?"

Another slap followed, then the sharp edge of the scalpel glided across the upper curve of my cheek. It was so light, I wasn't even sure it had touched me. But when Olivia leaned in and licked the same spot, she gleefully showed me her tongue and lips coated with droplets of my blood.

If I had been worried about death earlier, I was horrified about it now.

*****

"Mr. Walker." She shook my body. The aftereffects of my sedation still made me a bit drowsy. "You ready for round two?"

"What time is it?" While I was sleeping, she had put up a large dark blanket that completely hid any sunlight that might have been trying to seep into the room.

"Time to please me."

"Can I have a pillow?" She still hadn't replaced the one she had removed earlier in the day.

"Later. Right now, your focus should be on my pleasure. To tell you the truth, I'm not used to finishing the race first, so this time I'm changing things up a bit." Olivia seemed to be moving around more frantically. "I thought about it, and, well, you're going to eat me out. After I cum once or twice, then we'll be on level playing fields. Then we'll see who holds on the longest."

Again, my facial expressions must have given me away.

"Don't get me wrong Mr. Walker. I'm not complaining. I actually enjoyed how long you lasted inside of me. You've got that "old guy" stamina, and I'm just not used to it. Let's just say Tyler is a much quicker lover than his father."

My inner voice screamed, "Because some crazy cunt wasn't holding him captive, and scaring the semen back into his nut sack."

"Same rules apply with my pussy as they did with my titties." The scalpel was shown to me for good measure before she slid herself up and onto my face.

Like the sex we had earlier, it took a while before we found a rhythm. Olivia was tentative of giving in to her pleasure demons while perched on my face, and I was worried she might erupt and inadvertently poke my eye out with her surgical weapon of choice.

Moving up, her knees straddled my head, and she lowered her pussy into position. When I didn't move my tongue and mouth fast enough to meet her expectations, the tip of her blade took a small nick out of the edge of my ear.

"Eat it, or you'll look like Van Gogh."

Heeding her warning, my tongue split the lips of her pussy. Both lips and my tongue got busy. Teaming up, they went to work on making her climax.

"Make sure you lick my asshole too."

My son's crazed ex-girlfriend pulled frantically at my hair as she rode my face. Thrusting her hips forward, I was glad when she released her grip on my hair and moved her hands up so she could maul her breasts.

With her hard nub of a clit trapped between my lips, I flicked my tongue over it at lightning speed. Olivia seemed to be enjoying it... a lot.

"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk, Tyyyyyylllllleeer... you dirty fucking... pig."

Collapsing down, she fell onto my chest. Her neck was right by mouth. I could have easily bitten down on it and hopefully ripped out her jugular, but at what cost. The scalpel was very nearby.

After a round of tears and tantrums, Olivia reached between our bodies and guided the tip of my cock into her soaked opening. Seconds later, I was once again in her, and she was riding me like it meant her life if she didn't.

The outcome of this continuing horror was the exact same as the first time. We fucked. I came. She again propped up her ass on a pillow and slept.

*****

"Liv... please don't..."

When I awoke, Olivia had a very crazed look in her eyes and her scalpel in her hands.

"Do you think I'm doing this for fun? Do you think I want to be fucking my future husband's father to make him jealous. Do you think I'll want to keep the secret from Tyler that the baby we will raise together, isn't his. That the baby he will think is his own, is his dad's. Mr. Walker, what kind of sick human being are you."

I knew I was in trouble when she gagged me and pointed her tools at me.

"You want me to call you "Jake"? You keep telling me to call you, "Jake". I'll call you "Jake".

"J-A-K-E," she called out slowly, as she wrote in In big block letters.

It isn't every day that someone gets their own name carved into their chest with the blade of a veterinarian's scalpel, then had blue tattoo ink poured over the open wound and painfully rubbed deeply into the open cut. Although I couldn't see it, I knew it screamed "Prison tat".

"When the ink dries, and you wake up, I'll put a numbing agent on it. But not until you savor the same kind of pain I've been living with for the past three years."

The tip of the needle she now had in her hand found a vein. Once again, the room went dark.

*****

Irrational and irritated, Olivia threw things around in my still dark room. Glass shattered. Wood smashed. And unseen items could be heard toppling. The girl was completely unhinged.

The first two slaps hurt like a hive of wasps stinging my cheek. The punches that followed... made my nose and lip bleed.

"Liv... Liv... what did I do?"

"Nothing. You, dirty old son-of -a-bitch. Nothing, and that's the problem. It's been three fucking days, and I'm still not pregnant."

The mystery of what day it was and how long sedated and how long I had been confined to my bed had just been answered. Tuesday. Hopefully people would start looking for me.

Olivia was wild with anger. Gripping the scalpel in her right hand, she wrapped my nut sack with her left and pulled it tight.

"Liv... these things... sometimes... they take... time."

"Tell me right now. Did you ever have a vasectomy?"

"Never."

"Has a doctor ever told you that you were sterile?"

"Never."

The tip of the surgical tool traced small lines over my nuts, chest, arms and legs. I could feel the trickles of blood in some areas.

"If you're lying to me, I'll take them both out. One at a time."

The knife dropped and she picked up something else that I really couldn't see. It flew toward my face and I cringed.

Holding an EPT against my face, she pressed the tip against my closed eyelid.

"How many chances do you think I'll give you, Mr. Walker. I'm only so patient."

If this was a display of her patience, my assumption was correct about how much trouble I was in.

"Liv, these things take time. Maybe if I was on top of you. You know, with your legs up in the air, it would work better."

I could see the raised lamp in her hands. I followed its descent closely until it smashed against my face.

That was the last thing I recall seeing until I woke up later with an icepack on my forehead.

*****

"There he is. Hey lover. You scared me. You've been out for a while." Leaning in, she kissed what felt like a bump on my forehead and then touched her lips against mine. "I've made us some dinner. And I've made up my mind that tonight will be an off night. I'll give you a break. After I read a few things while you napped, the realization of your age came to light. Maybe if I gave you some more time to build that sperm count up, you'll be able to put a baby in me."

Silently, I gingerly chewed the roast beef sandwich she held to my mouth. Each bite tasted like blood.

Speaking wasn't worth the pain that followed or accompanied my words. I was so nervous and eager to continue living, I didn't even ask what was in the IV bag dripping into my arm.

Together we watched one of the many series she had told me about when she wasn't reigning down her wrath of fury on me. She even made me a cocktail. I could taste the bourbon. Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy it.

"Liv, you don't have to..."

"Oh, but I do, baby. It will help you sleep and rest up for tomorrow. Plus, I need to run out and grab some supplies."

The veterinarian's assistant hung another bag of IV and pushed a needle into what was rapidly becoming her favorite vein on my arm.

"Sleep well, lover."

*****

"Who the fuck is, Tasha?" The slap stung as badly as all of the others had.

"She's my..."

"Lover?" Fuck. The second was on the exact same spot.

"Assistant."

"LOVER?" Olivia raised her voice to an almost scream. "Is that pig your lover?"

"No. We work together."

"LIAR." Thankfully, no slap. But the punch in my ribs hurt like hell.

"I'm not lying. Why would I? I promise you."

"Well, I know you're lying, and the little cunt is becoming a real pain in my ass. And now she's been added to my list of things... to do."

"Liv... why... what did Tasha ever do? She doesn't even know Tyler."

"The cunt stole all the cum that was meant for me. And now, she's rubbing it in my face about hooking up with you and how much she loves how you treat her like a sex slave. Her words, not mine. And how she's so happy, you finally gave in to her needs. The entire affair sounds so gross."

"Why does that sound gross?"

"Because she wants to come over to fuck you. And you're too old to be fucking her."

"But... I'm... fucking... you."

The business end of the scalpel was an inch from my eyeball.

"Tyler's fucking me. Not you, you old bastard. And if you say it again, I'll have to tape a patch over an empty eye socket."

"Sorry. Liv... I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. This time. Anyway, I told her you'd see her at the office next week. I told her you'd keep her busy all day so she should clear both of your schedule's. But we both know you won't be up to it, will you."

I had no idea what Olivia was talking about, and I knew full well how crazy she was, so I let it go.

The surgical tool was set down on the night table by my bed. For a minute I thought I was safe, but stranding to see what she had picked up, I wished I hadn't looked.

"Oliv..."

"Really? How soon we forget. Don't we Mr. Walker." A pair of large sewing needles rolled between her thumb and forefinger. "I'd like to push one of this into your nut, but we both know I need those to be in tip top condition. So, how does having pierced nipples sound?"

"Li... Livvy... why are you..."

Her hand twisted the metal bar in her own nipple.

"Payback. These were Tyler's idea. And look where he is now."

Having the needle rammed through my nipple, the one she had earlier twisted, wasn't nearly as painful as I had thought it was going to be. That doesn't mean it didn't hurt. It meant that I was becoming accustomed to pain she was administering.

She switched off the light when she left the room.

*****

"Let's take these out for now." Olivia pulled the needles from my nipples and poured some water over my body.

A warm sponge bath felt good on my damaged body. After she changed my bedding, my attacker / nurse provided me with some Tylenol and some more Viagra.

After cleaning me to what she deemed to be "spotless", and giving me the "sniff test", Olivia left me alone and went into a room down the hall.

I could hear Halloween music playing and Olivia singing along to it. She once again sounded... happy. Which made me afraid.

And when the music shifted from "Happy" Halloween to a more eerie theme, I saw an arm reach into my room and switch on the overhead light and ceiling fan.

The suspense of what was happening was quite literally killing me.

Finally, an arm. Then a leg. Then an entire body.

Dressed in the exact same costume she had worn to the party, Olivia appeared before me. She was once again in full make-up. Plastic fangs and all.

The lace corset and panties were tightly clinging to her tender pieces. The cape was waving in the wind she was creating by rapidly twirling around in circles.

"Are you ready to put a baby in me, Mr. Walker?"

"Yes..." my voice choked out.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes..." I could hear the crackle in my throat. I had a feeling that my life depended on doing exactly that. That if I didn't give her the gift of life, my gift of death would soon follow.

*****

The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils when she got closer to the bed.

Bending, her head lowered and she took my semi hard cock into her mouth. The pointy plastic fangs toyed with the head and slowly dragged up and down the length of my growing shaft.

"Some one likes what I'm doing."

The young vampire spun her body, pulled down her lace panties, tossed them aside, and swung her leg over my head.

"Same rules apply, lover." The scalpel was very visible in her hand. "Hurt me, and your cock comes off. You'll be left with a bloody stump."

It looked like I would be doing a 69 with the fully costumed young vampire riding my face and sucking my dick.

Fully focused on providing her with pleasure, I only jumped a few times when Olivia gave me a "love bite" to calm my sexual jets. And while I had my tongue buried in her slit, I wondered if she was as good at giving head, back when she was dating my son, as she was now.

With a groan, Olivia's body started to quake. A climax took control over her sexy body. I could have used the opportunity to do something, but I couldn't. Bounded tightly, any movement I tried would have been a catastrophe for me.

Standing at full mast, my cock felt cool as the A/C hit my spit covered package.

"I gotta tell you Mr. Walker, I sure am going to miss the way you eat my pussy."

Trying to get into her good graces, I gave her a, "I'm sure going to miss doing it for you."

*****

In all of the times Olivia raped me, this was the first time she kissed me with any kind of passion. Her lips and tongue moved over mine causing both of us to moan. And while she was kissing me, I actually found my hips lifting off the bed as I tried to inch my cock into the wet spot I could feel above it.

"Do I make you horny, Mr. Walker? Do you find me sexy.?"

"Yes..."

"Do you think your son is a fuck up for leaving me?"

"Yes..."

"Do you know what it's like to feel like me? Have you ever left a woman and made her a jilted lover."

"No..."

"Good boy. Now be a good boy and fill my pussy with baby juice. Be a good father and bring your son back home for me."

Her finger gripped ahold of me and dragged the tip of my cock through the moisture of her lower lips. And like she had done so many times already this week, she sunk herself down on me until only my balls weren't inside of her.

"That nasty old cock of yours feels so good in me. I love the way it fills me up. I love the way it bottoms out and pounds my insides." "Tear my little cunt apart when you fuck it, lover." "Make me the woman I want to be. Put your babies all the way up inside of me."

Olivia was so into "fucking" me, she didn't realize how much dirty talk she was tossing out into the universe. The words she were using were having a strange effect on both of us. The way her hips and pelvis moved was incredible. I reciprocated her movements by meeting every single one of her thrusts.

And when her hands touched the sides of my face, and I looked into her pale made up face and deep green eyes, I realized that if it weren't for the fact I was scared shitless for my life, I might have thought that this was one of the best fucks a had ever been on the receiving end of.

"Liv... I'm..."

"Wait for me. Wait for me... Tyler... please... wait."

The plastic teeth bit down on the side of my neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to show me she was still in charge. Olivia may have been in control, but her pussy was my slave. It held me tightly, begging for the gift it wanted. Like she was possessed, her body bucked and shook. She was trying so hard to fuck a life out of me and into her. She wanted my cum at the same time she came. I wasn't sure I could hold on as long as she wanted me to, but...

"Fuc... oh fuc... Mr. Walker... holy... shit... now... do it... now."

Little convulsions and tremors took over. Olivia's body shook as she tried to control herself. And while she was trying to do so, my cock spurted it's load into her waiting cervix.

"I... I can feel... Mr. Walker... I can feel you... filling me up."

My son's ex-girlfriend leaned in for an erotic postcoital kiss. A deep probing tongue massaged the inside of my mouth. Breathing into my face, she rolled off of me. Panting, she stayed by my side.

*****

"You're still hard," she noted when her hand touched my still slick cock.

"It's the company I keep."

From what I could see, my words made her smile.

Sitting up in bed, Olivia leaned over and surprised me by taking me into her mouth. It was like she was trying to get a taste of herself and me at the same time. I thought for a while that she was going to suck me to climax, but she had other plans.

The curves of her body glowed with sweat in the dimly lit room. For seconds she disappeared down the hall but returned with a tube in her hand.

"Mr. Walker, I think... I mean... I just want to give you... everything I ever gave Tyler. Considering what you're giving up for me, it's only fair."

With a hand full of cold gel, Olivia lubed me up my cock, then rubbed some of the lubricant between her legs. Then she moved move over me so that she was in the correct position to stuff my cock into her asshole.

Grunting and pushing downward, it was a struggle, but she finally forced my cock into her tight little butthole.

"Jesus Christ... Mr. Walker... you're so fucking big in my ass... it's stretching me out, so much. I can feel it tearing me apart."

Straining to see, I lifted my head and neck as much as I could. The sight of my cock stretching out her asshole seemed unreal.

"Fuck Liv, your ass is the tightest thing I've ever..." I wanted to say "Pleasure", but I remember how and why I had ended up in my current predicament.

Like a tripod, two knees on the bed along with the palm of one hand, Liv used her fourth appendage to assault her clit. And although I could only see movement, I could feel the tips of her fingers as they occasionally brushed up against my shaft.

Her bucking hips stopped mid clit maul. Her back arched, her head tilted back so far that the long strands of her hair almost touched her butt cheeks. She exploded.

"FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK... MMMMEEEEEEE... IT HURTS SO GOOOOOOD..."

Even with the possibility of a beating being attached to my cock, I kept thrusting. I pushed my meat as hard as I could into her brown star, which had rapidly turned red. And only a minutes after she had achieved her climax, I filled her bowels with another load of cum.

Gingerly extricating her ass from the cock that had just pounded it, was fun for me to watch. Her asshole looked like what I could only imagine my face did. Beaten up. I only prayed that it hurt just as much.

I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of a smile when I heard Olivia sit down on the toilet in my bathroom. When she tried to push out some pee, I heard a loud gush of air farting out of her ass, and the sounds of liquid semen could be heard splashing down into the water below her.

When the water in my shower started, I assumed I was safe. But when she returned, the vampire was long gone. The costume had been discarded, and the make-up had been washed down the drain. Now, a completely naked girl had returned bedside, I could see another needle in her hand.

"Liv... no..."

It was to no avail. The needle jabbed me on the side of the neck. Seconds later, her curled up fist drove into my scrotum, and once again, the room went black.

*****

Darkness still surrounded me when I awoke. The same darkness lasted all the while I lay there strapped to the bed. Gagged for silence, I fought off the urge to puke in my own mouth. I was fully aware that doing so would probably cause me to choke to death.

My head pounded. My arm hurt from where Olivia had reattached my IV while I slept. And every part of my face and chest ached.

With the straps cutting into my wrists as I struggled for my freedom, I could feel the burn of the leather on my skin and the blood that was surfacing on my skin. The pain became so intolerable, I had to stop.

With very little, to zero, light, the only thing keeping me sane was the music playing in the background.

With no way to tell what time, or even what day, it was, I counted songs that were played in the distance and counted the interval between hunger pains. The last thing I remembered eating, was Olivia's pussy.

87. If each rounded up or down a little, 87 songs at approximately 3.5 minutes in length apiece, is... fuck. Over 5 hours. And if I assume I had slept for 12 hours, it had been a very long time since I had anything to eat or drink.

Tired. Hungry. Restless. Angry. And in pain, I drifted off to sleep without the aid of a sedative needle being jammed into my body.

*****

A bright light startled me. Had I been sleeping or was I just in a self-imposed comatose state of mind.

A plastic object hit me and landed squarely on my chest. Directly on top of one of my new tattoos.

"What... what is that?"

"A pregnancy test."

"And... how long has it been since we..."

"Two days lover. I'm sorry, but some of us have to work. And it's not like I could just leave you untied while I was gone."

"Liv... I... I pissed... all over myself."

"You're fine. All the pissy and shitty sheets will disappear in the fire."

"Fire... what... what... fire?"

"The one where my baby's grandpa perished before he had a chance to meet his grandchild. The fire that brings my Tyler home to me."

"Liv... Livvy... you're pregnant. You got what you wanted. You don't have to do this. You don't have to... I'll get Tyler to come home. This is... this will be... good news. We'll... be... a family."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Walker, it's my 'good news'. The news is actually "bad" for you."

My neck hurt so badly, yet I couldn't stop straining it to watch what she was doing.

Drawing a sedative into a syringe, I knew that was to put me to sleep so that she could untie me and remove all evidence of the bindings that held me in place. Then I watched as she put an ashtray, lighter, and a cigar at my bedside. This was crazy. Someone would know. Someone would figure this out. I rarely smoked. And when I did, it was never indoors.

She left and returned. Two bottles. About the same size as those used for windshield wash fluid. They must have been filled with some kind of accelerant.

My time had almost run out. If I had a play hidden somewhere deep in my secret playbook, now would be the time to pull it out and use it. Otherwise... I was fucked.

*****

"Liv... thank you for sharing your beautiful body with me. You're a wonderful girl, and Tyler was an absolute fool for not seeing it sooner. You're going to be such a great mother. And, I think you will make a wonderful wife for him." I gushed as I watched the crazy cunt preparing things in my room.

"I'm sorry Mr., Walker. You're such a good lover, but... this is the way it has to be." Her smile and reassuring voice sounded and looked like a practiced act. Like when she told unfortunate people who took their pets to her clinic, that they needed to be put down.

"I know what you have to do. I know it has to end this way. But... can we be together one more time."

"What are you asking me, Mr. Walker?"

"To be with you again. Just like a man requesting his final meal on death row, I'm requesting... you as my final meal."

"Why, Mr. Walker?"

"Jake. Please, call me Jake."

"Why... Jake?"

"Because. Up until all this started, I hadn't realized how much I... love you. Like a coward, I hid my feelings for you. I should have told you how I felt. I should have stepped in when Tyler broke it off with you. If he couldn't see what kind of woman you are, I should have made you mine back then."

The tips of her nails clawed at my skin. She was being very cautious.

"Mr... Jake. You made me cum so much this past week, but it wasn't about me. This was all for Tyler. And it isn't about us. You and I, don't have a future together."

"But we could have, Liv. Just let me make love to you one more time."

"I supposed you want me to untie you, so you can "fuck me properly". That's it, isn't it? That's what you want me to do." Yes, I did, but she was far too smart to fall for something that simple. And at this point, all I was doing was prolonging the inevitable. But if I got a chance. If a chance came to me, and she leaned down to kiss me while we were fucking, I'd rip out her trachea and hopefully a jugular with my very own teeth.

"No, baby. Not at all."

"Then what do you..."

"You. I want you. Just like this. I want you to be in control. I like it when you're in control. I want to suck your perfect pussy one last time. I want to kiss your perfect lips and taste your sweet little tongue. And if I'm allowed one last chance to be inside of you. It would make me happy, before I..."

Her fingers touched the side of my face. A face I assumed was bruised almost beyond recognition.

"Mr. Walker. I wish it could end differently. But we both know that Tyler's a cocksucker. And the only way we can get him to come home back home, will be for your... funeral."

"I know. And I understand. But just give me one last wish."

The crazy bitch stared at me with a death watch in her eyes. Then she looked at the bottles of liquid, then at her phone. Finally, she pulled the top half of her "scrubs" off and tossed it on the floor.

"Make your wish."

"I want you to dress up again, and do all those things we did to get you pregnant."

"Okay. But only because you're being such a good sport about everything. And tonight is all about you. Even the dying part. So, I'll let you have what you want, as long as I get home before my show starts."

*****

Relieved that my death wouldn't be happening that very second, I watched as Olivia took off the remainder of her clothes and climbed onto the bed.

With deft fingers and hands, she gripped the base of my shaft and guided it to her waiting hole.

"Liv... aren't you going to change into your Halloween costume?"

"I told you, Mr. Walker. I only have a few hours before my show starts, and I still have lots to do before I'm done."

"Liv... I... I want to... eat you..." I told her. Looking for any angle to prolong my life.

"No, you don't Jake. I've been dressed for work for more than ten hours. I promise you, I'm not nearly as fresh as I was the other times I sat on your face."

"It's okay. I wouldn't mind the extra flavor. I'd be sure to..." I was trying to stall for time. But her hips lowered, as she sank me into her depths.

Slowly she rotated them, grinding down on me to maximize her own pleasure. As demented as she was, the girl could fuck. And with each thrust, I knew my time was coming to an end. When she came, and when I came, I would perish in flames.

"It will be a shame to watch you die, lover."

Her hips started to buck on my hard cock. But she was smiling a strange smile while looking down at my helpless face. The smile she had when she was happy about what was happening to her.

"You gonna cum already. Is Livvy's tight little pussy that good?" she asked me.

My eyes must have widened with surprise. A tale a face tells when it's about to giveaway the story that something big is about to happen. But the girl riding my cock, the girl in control, the girl trying to achieve an orgasm, was only concerned enough to say, "What's the matter, baby. Cat got your..." With back-to-back, thuds, her lifeless body collapsed down on mine. With no scalpel in her hand, her vulnerable neck was finally exposed to my teeth. But when a trickle of blood oozed from the top of her head and fell into my gaping mouth, I knew that if she wasn't already dead, I wouldn't need to bite her to death.

"So, Boss. How was the Halloween party?" smiled the sexy blonde standing at the end of my bed.

*****

"When did you get here?" I tried to ask Tasha nonchalantly. My neck and head strained to see her from underneath Olivia's unconscious body. But as nonchalant as I was trying to be, I was fighting back tears.

"A few minutes ago. I wanted to come rushing in like some kind of elite tactical squad, but I had to be sure you weren't just having some kind of middle-aged fuck fest."

"Nice. Thanks for making me wait to be saved. And what was it that made up your mind for you? What part made you think I was in trouble."

"The 'part' where I heard her telling you about her having to kill you now that you pumped a baby into her. But I couldn't find anything in the hallway to bonk her with. And your office doesn't have one damn gun. It was hard to find something I could use."

"So, you chose my brand-new laptop?"

"Look Jake, it's not like it would have been any good to you anyway, after the fire she was planning. You know, electronics aren't much good to you if you're dead that is."

"I suppose. But did you have to hit her twice? I may have been able to salvage it if you only smacked her once."

"Twice? Honestly? The bitch is lucky I didn't smash her face like she did yours."

"Yeah. But from the blood in her hair, you did a pretty good job. If you feel like it, you can pull her off of me anytime you like and undo me."

My sexy little assistant looked at us from a number of different angles. Side to side. Overhead. End to end. And when she scrunched up her nose, I had a feeling what was coming next.

"It stinks in here."

"Yeah, well, I've been tied up in this bed for a week."

"I can smell that. But it also smells like.... sex. Lots of sex."

"Whatever. Just get her off of me."

The little blonde looked down at Olivia's ass for a second time.

"Are you still inside of her?"

"Kinda."

"Kinda?"

"YES. Jesus Christ, Tasha. Yes, I am. Now, for fuck sakes, pull the crazy bitch off of me."

"Pulling her off of you, means I'll be pulling you... out of her. Correct?"

"Correct. Will you please, just do it?"

"Will this be like our... you know... our first... three-way?"

"TASHA..."

"Okay, okay, okay. But before I do, would this be an inopportune time to ask about a raise and what the details of my next bonus might be?"

"TASHA..."

"What are the odds of me being splashed by an excess of bodily fluids when your dick pops out of her?"

"TASHA..."

"Calm down. You can't blame a girl for asking. It's for safety's sake." My assistant stared at me with a devilish smile.

"Honestly, forget it. Leave her where she is and start the fucking fire on your way out."

The blonde snorted out a laugh.

Tasha was smaller than my assailant, but she tossed her to the ground with the ease of someone twice her size. Tasha, tiny, but tough.

Laying on the bed naked and exposed, I felt free.

"What took you so long to figure this out?" I asked when a feeling of relief washed through me.

"Long? I was on vacation. You're lucky it rained, or you'd be dead right now." Smiling, she told me how a torrential downpour had chased her indoors, and with not much else to do, she picked up her own laptop.

"When I thought about now good of a deal my beach house was, I looked into it a little bit further. Turns out that the crazy girlfriend you and Tyler's share, parent's own the place. I recognized the name, but didn't put two and two together, until I logged into work, and saw you had cancelled all your appointments. And then when I read Hoppy's email about golf, because you weren't answering his text, I started to worry. It took me a couple of drinks, but it came to me. I checked "crazy pants", Facebook page. She had put some pretty wild shit on there over the past few years." Her fingers were working at the straps and restraints on my wrists and ankles. "But when I saw what you, well her I imagine, responded to my emails, I tried to call and text you. When you didn't answer, I knew someone was up to no good."

"Why, what did they say?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm here, aren't I."

"I suppose better late than never works."

"Kinda glad it wasn't much latter, it sounded like she was going to kill you as soon as you... finished."

"That seemed to be the plan," I said with a certain amount of embarrassment.

"What did Tyler ever see in this bitch?" She looked at the naked body lying in a heap on the floor of my bedroom. "Never mind. I can see the titties and pussy attached to the big sack of crazy you were both fucking. Like father like son."

"My ass. I hadn't even spoken to this girl in well over a year. Not a single word."

"Sometimes the language of love is silent."

"Tasha..."

I could hear her chuckling to herself.

My mind raced as I asked Tasha a series of questions and as I helped her to put the shackles on the now moaning Olivia.

"Looks like you didn't kill her with my laptop."

"Jesus, Jake. Stop whining about your damn laptop."

"I'm not. I'm just so surprised at how she planned all of this out."

"Yeah. Right?" The bitch set me up so she could set you up. Are these new?" She asked as she ran her fingers over the new artwork on my chest.

"Yes. Ouch. For fuck sakes. And yes, they hurt. So, your next job is... getting rid of them for me."

"You sure? Old dudes with tattoos are kind of sexy." Even in a crisis, she couldn't resist the temptation to tease me.

"In that case, I might keep the "Jake" one." I mean if an infection doesn't set in and kill me first." I teased back. "The story alone might help me get laid."

"Well, if an infection does 'set in', you're fucked, boss. Because, the only part of you that isn't cut and bruised is your dick. And, by the way," Her eyes glued themselves on my crotch. "My compliments to the chef, because you have a very nice one."

"Tasha..."

"Just saying. I'm surprised it still works at your age. It still does, doesn't it?"

"YES IT WORKS!"

"Fine. Wow. You old guys get held captive and raped a few times, and boy, do you ever get sensitive about your equipment."

"Tasha, I swear to God."

*****

The paramedics and the cops were at a loss for words. They had no idea what to do about the situation at hand. I mean, they knew their jobs very well, but they were astounded by beaten and naked bodies being found in a "nicer" subdivision. And to say that Olivia had a meltdown when she woke up and found herself shackled, would be putting it very mildly.

It got to the point, where during our interviews, if I heard, "So, you're telling me..." from one more cop, I was going to scream.

For the next six hours, I answered more questions, and had more pictures taken of my body than I ever had at any other point in my life.

From there on, every day for a month, I received a visit from a detective. Every single day, I rehashed the same old story. And once or twice a week, I went to a doctor to receive treatment for my wounds. Again, I was surprised by how much glue was used to seal up all of my cuts.

When a knock came to my door, or the door to my office opened, I never knew who it would be. News reporters. Cops. People with offers to interview me, so they could have the right to make a movie if the trial ended favorably.

And it wasn't until the trial finally began that things started to settle down.

*****

In the end, it turns out that Tyler would come home for more than just my funeral. He also would happily come home to be a witness against his ex-girlfriend. He had bunches of damning evidence in the form of letters, text messages, emails, and recorded phone calls.

All of it played out in the courts for two weeks. With all of the cringe-worthy evidence provided, it was very much a one-sided event. Olivia's rants and raves in the courtroom did nothing to help her cause, and when it was winding down, what became the nail in Olivia's coffin was when she promised to 'murder' both Tyler and his family, including his sister and me, when she was released from prison, in 20 years.

Hearing Olivia scream out, "You're dead. You fucking cocksuckers. You're all fucking dead.", still rings in my ears when I think about her being removed from the courthouse.

*****

"Morning, Boss."

"Morning,"

I replied to my assistant / savior, as I pulled one of the Iced Coffees, I had brought back with me and set it down on her desk.

"How was your weekend?" asked the overly chipper blonde.

"Good. You?"

Avoiding my reciprocal question, "Show me."

"No way."

"Show me, or else."

"Or else what?"

"I'll telling everyone we know the details about me having to use two hands to pull your dick out of the "crazy girl", who I saved you from."

"Jesus Christ, Tasha. You have to stop..."

"You have to 'stop'. Now, just show me."

Pulling my t-shirt up from the bottom, I exposed the large bandage on my chest. I knew this much wasn't going to be enough, so I pulled back the edge of the tape and showed her the red patch beneath.

"Gone for good. It looks... red."

"Thanks."

"Is that a laser burn?"

"Yeah, and it hurts."

"Sucky baby. Stop crying. It looks great. I can't even see an outline. And when it heals, no one will ever know. It was there." I could see her eyes on the other spot. "What about..."

"It would require surgery. I'm thinking about leaving it be. I mean, she didn't have horrible penmanship when she scribed my name into my chest."

My fingers moved over the now healed "JAKE" that adorned my right pectoral muscle.

"Well, if it's any consolation, I think it's sexy. Primitive artwork and tattoos excite me a bit."

"Yeah, yeah. How about we get some work done today."

"How about you tell me what else Dr. Truong had to say."

"Asks the girl who I know has access to all of my emails. So, why don't you tell me what he had to say."

"It sounds better when you say it. I like to listen to you talk more than I like to read."

"All the tests came back with favorable results. No communicable diseases. The lasting drug symptoms have all disappeared. No addictions to sleeping aides. Only a few permanent scars to contend with."

"Chicks dig scars, Boss."

"I've been told as much, but unfortunately for me, I've never met one who did."

Tasha got up from her desk, put down her Iced Coffee, and walked over to stand in front of me.

"I do." She assured me, as her cold fingers traced the outline of my name that had been carved into my chest by a veterinarian's scalpel.

"Tasha, we've been over this subject a million times."

"And I think a million and one will be the lucky one." Her free hand was now touching my face. "Your healed and you're safe. What more can a girl ask for?"

"How about someone who is more her own age."

"How about..." the hand that had been on my face had moved down to my hardening penis. This was the first time. "You let me use and abuse you for the next twenty years. When you turn seventy, I'll be in my mid-fifties. If you can't please me in bed anymore, I'll buy myself a toy."

"Or you could always hire a cabana boy to work around the pool." I joked. Thinking this was all just a tease.

"Oh... baby, I love the way you think. Maybe we can get two of them. Like a pair of puppies. Twins to service us both."

"Why the hell would I want to be "serviced" by a cabana boy?"

"Baby," she whispered into my mouth as her lips found mine for the very first time, "Think outside the box. No one said the other one was going to be a boy."

As her tongue pierced into my open mouth, all of the teasing and the foreplay had been put behind us.

"Are we doing this right here?" I asked as her hand fished my rock-hard cock out of my pants.

"I think it will be a great story down the road. The headlines will read "Bad boss fucks sexy and much younger assistant on his desk. Forgets to close the window blinds. The entire world witnesses his white ass." What do you think. Sound good."

"Sounds like a good read." I that moment, I gave in to all of the sexual innuendos, teasing and verbal foreplay.

"I'm hoping it is."

"What should the opening paragraph say?"

"Maybe something about... how he stripped her naked... lifted her bare butt onto his desk... went down on her... then forced his big cock into her overly tight and very sensitive pussy."

"That sounds more like a chapter than it does a paragraph."

My fingers had found their way down the front of her pants, inside of her panties and were working at her wet slit.

"It can be an entire novel, as long as the princess gets to cum over and over again." I pushed my middle digit into her wetness while she spoke. "You dirty bugger. Rewriting your first paragraph before the ink on the paper even has a chance to dry"

"Not really..." my free hand tugged at her pants and panties. "My finger is only to prepare you for my tongue."

"Well, if your finger knows anything about girls, it can easily tell... I'm prepared. That's why I'm a long way from being, dry."

Her casual pants fell into a heap around her ankles. Without my even asking her to, she stepped out of them. Then, like a good narrator, she walked me through the next chapter by getting up on my desk. Putting her feet flat on the desktop. And parting her knees for me.

The view was the best I had ever witnessed. And the taste was way better than any restaurant I had ever had the pleasure of visiting.

"Tell me why... I waited so long... for this?" Tasha moaned as my tongue worked feverously at her hidden treasures.

In the background, the phone rang, but neither of us cared. We had far more important work ahead of us. I was eating my assistant's pussy. Her head was hanging off the far side as it thrashed from side to side. Tasha had climaxed, and had gone from pulling my face toward her, to pushing it away.

"Too much..."

When I moved up, Tasha's face avoided my mouth. At first, I thought it was due to the fact it was glazed over with her wetness, but that wasn't the reason.

Putting her arms around my neck, she pulled me to her, then she placed her soft lips on my "JAKE" scar and kissed it gently.

Moving up, she moaned, "Chicks dig scars", and pushed her tongue between my waiting lips.

*****

It was time for chapter #2. The "I fucked her on my desk", portion of our story.

Looking over my shoulder, I checked to see if any prying eyes were looking in the front window, but we were safe.

The tip of my cock pressed against the crinkled skin of her pussy lips. I slapped it down on her hard clit three or four times, just for fun. Then I dragged the swollen head through her gorge. A build of her natural lubricant aided me as I pushed the head inside of her.

"Boss..."

Without hesitating, I pushed in further. Slowly and deeply, I moved into my lover, until I had nowhere else to go.

"Jesus, Boss..."

"Tasha, you're so beautiful," I told the sexy blonde as my lips lightly touched down on hers.

Her response was a deep and primal groan.

"Are you... okay?"

"Better than..."

As slowly and as tenderly as a couple could make love on a desktop, we did.

Our love making was accompanied by all the sights, sounds, and smells of two people trying to please their partner.

With intensity, I watched the way Tasha's breasts swayed as I punched myself into her depths. I watched how her pussy gripped and held my meat as we danced. I watched in amazement at her excitement building in a frothy mess. A mess that coated my shaft and circled her opening. And most importantly, I watched how she stared up at me lovingly, bit down on her lower lip, told me how much she "loved me", and came from being with me.

Remaining inside of her, we held each other in an embrace and a kiss that could have lasted a lifetime.

*****

Looking over, I smiled as I watched her using damp paper towels to wipe up our mess that was dripping out of her.

"Don't be laughing at me. All this goop falling out of me should have been in a condom."

"Tasha, I..."

"I know you didn't. Old dudes never think about wearing condoms. But I'm going to tell you, if we're going to be doing this more often, you will be, or I'll be going out to but some fancy facecloths and proper towels."

"I'm fine with that. In fact, get the good ones, you're worth the best we can find."

"He says now. Now that he wasted all the time of me hitting on him before."

"In retrospect, I wish I hadn't."

"Told you so."

Sadly, I watched as she pulled on her panties and pulled up her pants to hide her treasure from my view.

"Do you want to come over this weekend?" I asked when I had finished watching her redressing.

"To your house?" She smiled at the expression I'm sure I had on my face. "Yes. I absolutely want to come over to your house for the weekend."

"I seem to recall saying 'this weekend', not 'for the weekend'."

"Either way, once I get there, you won't be able to let me go. Plus, I want to try out the new bed I picked out for us."

"Us?"

"Yes, us. Why do you think I picked out such a nice one. It was very comfortable in the store. But I wasn't naked and we weren't doing things like we just did, so I'll have to try it out this weekend to be sure."

"So... we'll be doing what we just did... again?"

"Jake, haven't you learned anything from what I've told you. We are meant to be together."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely, old man. You saved me from starving to death when you hired me, and I saved you from a crazed psycho bitch who was planning on burning you alive. I think that's a sign."

*****

Sunday morning, I brought Tasha breakfast in bed.

"It's too early, old man." She whined, but sat up to dive into the tray of assorted breakfast foods.

"You know the rules. You sleep here. I cook for you."

"I'm allowed to eat after the sun comes up."

"The sun has been up for two hours."

I flipped open the top of the second new laptop I had purchased this year. Tasha read an email addressed to me from the penitentiary, while she munched on bacon and toast.

"That news makes me horny,"

It was about Olivia being placed in an area that was protective care. Mental and physical.

"When aren't you horny?"

"Are you complaining, Jake?"

"The day I start complaining about you being 'horny', is the day..."

"Yeah, yeah. Prove it to me or are you all talk and no action."

Instead of answering, I lifted the tray of food off her lap, pulled down the comforter that was covering her naked body, threw off my robe, and dove my face between her soft thighs.

With a playful scream, Tasha accepted me with open arms and open legs.

Our fling had started with sex on a desk in the office and had progressed to weekend sex at my house, after that, she just never left.

*****

"Are you coming with me?" I asked my lover, who was still naked in "our" bed. The bed that was in "our" room. A room in "our" home.

"I'm still all dirty and smelly from all the sex you gave me last night."

Leaning down, I motorboated her perky tits and sniffed and kissed my way down over the "baby bump" in her belly, and didn't stop until my nose rested on her patch of neatly trimmed blonde hair.

"I like the way you smell. But I'll give you ten minutes to shower and put that sexy hair of yours into a ponytail. Then, we're out of here."

"Do we have time for a quicky, old man?"

She knew the answer without even having to ask.

It looked like I would be sharing the shower with her. It would be my second shower of the morning.

*****

The drive to the women's penitentiary where Olivia was incarcerated took us a good 90 minutes. This time would be the last time I will ever visit here. It would probably take a bit longer to go home. My only saving grace for the trip was that Tasha's company always made the ride feel shorter.

The other times I had gone, I hadn't taken the time to visit my assailant. My trips were purely business related.

"Should I bring an overnight bag?"

"Wouldn't be a bad idea. Just in case we need it."

"What about all the other stuff?"

"Packed up and in the car. I took it out of the baby's room last night."

"Good boy. Have they told her we're coming?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"Jake... this isn't going to be pretty."

"I honestly didn't think it was going to be. But if I'm being truthful, I really don't care."

After a single yet extensive DNA test determined that I was the father of Olivia's child. I was granted full custody of the one-week-old child. Today, we were picking her up from the penitentiary infirmary. Today, we are going to be bringing my new and youngest daughter home.

*****

Only a thick piece of glass separated us. The square "visitor" cubicles certainly lacked décor and comfort. The only ornament on the gray walls and desk was the handset of a black phone. On the floor was a metal chair. Utilitarian. Built for strength and purpose, not comfort.

Sitting as quietly as possible, I listened to the conversations being had around me. Friends and loved ones searching for the correct words to say to their incarcerated peers. The conversations, of course, were only one-sided, as I could only hear those on my side of the glass. The side that held freedom.

For well over thirty minutes, I tapped the screen of my phone. I watched and waited. It had been less than an hour and I was already restless with confinement. I couldn't imagine what a 20-year sentence felt like.

When a large metal door opened, two guards stepped through with an orange jumpsuit clad inmate in tow. Arms and feet shackled like someone I knew who was once tied to my bed. I was about to see Olivia for the first time since the last day of her court sentencing.

The convict's hair was much longer than before. She looked tougher, but not in the "beaten-up" way. It looked more like she hadn't slept in the last 7 months of being in the "pen". The other months she had spent in county lock-up were no better. They had also done her no favors.

Sitting directly across from me, she stared at me for so long that I became concerned. For the longest time, I assumed she wasn't going to pick up the handset. I already had mine to my ear.

Finally, she gave in to her curiosity.

"Well... if it isn't the cocksucker who caused all this trouble for me." Was the first thing she said when she spoke.

"Olivia..."

"What happened to the rules, Mr. Walker? You're pretty fucking brave when I can't reach out and cut you."

"I'm not here to provoke you, Olivia."

"Then why the fuck are you here? I've already told them that you're not allowed to see my baby."

"Our baby."

"Follow the rules Mr. Walker. "My" baby, or I'll cut your nuts off. I promise."

"I should caution you, they are probably listening in. So, you might want to be careful what you say or who you threaten."

"Fuck them. I have a shank hidden for anyone of those cunts who tries anything with me."

Using 'Olivia' and stating that the tiny newborn was 'our baby', was surely provoking her, even if I pretended that it wasn't.

Olivia leaned forward and bared her teeth. Growling at me through the glass, she gave me an evil stare.

"She's mine and Tyler's, and don't you ever forget it."

"No matter who she belongs to, prison is no life for a child. And I think "our" child would be better off if she..."

"It's not 'our' baby. She's mine. Her father lives in another country, and her grandfather is supposed to be dead. Don't you remember? Don't you remember those fucking details?"

"Lucky for both of us, he isn't."

"How the hell would you consider it 'lucky' for me."

"Oh... my bad. Not you. I meant for me, and our baby. It's 'Lucky' for us."

A loud series of expletives and threats filled the phone. A cautionary warning came over the handset from an unseen guard. The one I had warned her about. For that moment, Olivia calmed down.

"You've wasted your time... Jake. How's the tattoo by the way? You'll never get to see her. I promise you that much."

Pulling the paperwork from my pocket, I flattened it out and held it to the glass so that she could see and read it. It would be the ultimate slap to her face. This would drive her over the edge. I was certain of it.

"What the fuck is..." As she read the document, her eyes widened. "No. No fucking way. You dirty lying piece of fucking shit. You are a lying, manipulating, asshole. I'll fucking kill you and her before I will ever allow..." She spat at the glass and eerily calmed her voice. "I will kill every single one you have ever loved. I promise you that much. You have my word. And this afternoon, when I see my baby, guess what."

The guards had heard enough. They were on their way and my time was limited.

"Sorry to inform you, Olivia, but you're a crazy bitch. Our child, our innocent child, is coming home with me. And you, Olivia will never ever see her again." Her eyes were enraged with anger. "Yes, my child will be coming home with me. And in four months, she's going to be a big sister. Do "you" remember the girl who saved my life from you, you crazy bitch? Well, she is having my other baby. Funny world, I will have grandchildren and children nearly the same age."

Sitting in awe and horror, Olivia's face looked as pale as the vampire who had raped, held me captive, and tried to murder me last Halloween. But her shock wore off quickly.

Using her face and her free hand, she tried to smash the glass separating us. She wanted to get to me. After the third strike, the guards had secured her, but the smudges of blood were easily seen. Her face gushing spurts of blood.

In the background, as they held her down and tried to restrain her. From the handset that was hanging down off the wall, I could hear her screaming profanities that were directed at me.

When they dragged her bloodied face and limp body through the doorway and out of my sight, I hoped it would be the last I ever saw of her.

The nightmare of my Halloween Horror Story had finally come to an end.

*****

Tasha walked beside me toward the car we would be driving home in, as a family. My new family. The "four" of us. I held our new baby girl tightly in my arms. Tasha held our upcoming baby tightly in her belly. That little guy's sex was still to be determined.

As I strapped Ivy into her car seat, I thought to myself how strange it would be, "A father again at 50". As if. The notion itself seemed almost as crazy as little Ivy's mother.

"How'd that go?" my lover asked from her side of the car, as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Way better than I thought it would."