Heather Chapter 17

Heather Chapter 17

Part 1: The Crimson Talon

There was a new killing of a person on the list every few days. Most were considered freak accidents, like a Tesla catching fire. The members of the Crimson Talon assumed Jordana knew about the assassination order and that she'd ordered it. They didn't keep it a secret from her. When the reports of successfully staged deaths came to her, she knew something was up.

The girls looked shocked when Sofia's phone was ringing. It was Jordana. Sofia didn't pick up. She reminded Julie that she was dead when her phone rang next.

"Jordana, how nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?" Julie said as if nothing was wrong. Julie dropped her pants, snapped her fingers, pointed at Sofia, then pointed at her pussy. Sofia knew the drill. She didn't mind the game.

Jordana shouted, "Let me talk to Sofia."

"Sofia? Do you want me to get you a Ouija Board?" The girls held back their laughter.

Jordana continued, "Don't be cute with me. Who ordered all these hits? This has got Sofia all over it."

Julie responded, "I sent the list out."

Jordana: "You said you didn't get the computer. Where did you get the list?"

Julie said, "One of Sofia's operatives sent it to me."

Jordana: "Operatives? Sofia doesn't have her own operatives. They are all my operatives. Where is this list?"

Julie said, "I sent you a copy; didn't you see it?"

Jordana said back, "No, I didn't see it."

Julie said, "Did you check your spam file?" The girls started to giggle. "It should be from Wallmart. com"

Jordana checked her spam; sure enough, it was there. Julie used that fake email address so it would look like spam. All the other operatives got an additional email telling them to check their spam.

Julie said, "So does this mean I am no longer fish food?"

Jordana replied, "We don't do that here. We never kill our own."

Julie didn't want to correct her with what she knew. Jordana hung up, pissed because the dead Sofia had more of her organization than she did.

Julie felt in control and Sofia's wet tongue.

Part 2: The Table

The girls got up the next day. Josh had to leave as they were going to discuss business. The girls each got a copy of the files so they could sift through them, although each person was most interested in themselves.

Tammy cooked everyone breakfast. They were all hungry. A woman does not live by sperm alone. While they were all in their nighties, there was a light knock at the door. Heather looked out and said, "It's Quiet Man."

The girls scrambled to close their laptops and get dressed, except Tammy, who kept eating. "Sarah, are you going to finish your bacon?" Tammy shouted.

Heather opened the door, and Quiet Man came in. He was clearly shaken and not the cool cucumber he projected. He sat down at the table, not knowing where to start.

"Our people are being targeted. We have lost members of the Table the world over. As of right now, Heather is a new Table member, and you girls work for her."

"Who died?" Heather asked.

Quiet Man reeled off a list. The girls recalled the names from the files they'd read. Someone else had that file, the person who left it open. Heather wouldn't give Quiet Man that information.

Quiet Man: "The Falcone Family is dead. We need to close down their establishments. We think Arnie's is part of the Falcone empire. Your Dr. Freud went missing, and this is the last place we saw him. I need you to select two girls to go undercover as strippers and investigate. Tammy may be too old for this one."

"Don't they have a Champagne room where they fuck the customers?"Tammy inquired.

Quiet Man responded, "I don't know, but if they do, you will have to engage in sex with the customers."

Heather said, "Okay, I got this."

Quiet Man reminded Heather: "Neither you nor your mom."

After he left, Heather said, "Let's do this methodically and scientifically. Rock, paper, scissors. That way the Cosmic Force can control the outcome."

Sarah came out with a rock and the other two had scissors. Devon and Meagan would be strippers and fuck ugly men in the sticky Champagne Room. Tammy and Heather instructed them on stripper moves, but without a stripper pole, it would be incomplete.

There was no rush. The girls took a few days practicing undressing sexy and spreading their legs, and how to take a dollar bill in the crotch. They did the titty dollar technique, and the reach-from-behind crotch technique.

They drove over to Arne's and saw Vito. He told them to start by dancing for tips. He asked them what stage names they would use.

"Crystal," Devon responded.

"Krystal," Meagan responded and added, "That is Krystal with a 'K."

Heather had helped them pick out their names. Vito just shook his head.

Devon started on the stage with a pole. Being athletic, she took to the pole and turned upside down. She didn't push it because the crowd was sparse.

Meagan was on a side stage. She fell out of her spike heels twice before she took them off. The girls got naked and did some spread shots, and some cheap dollar feels.

They came off the stage to work the audience for $20 nude lap dances that lasted for one song. Two guys sitting together wanted a dance. They got one from each. They let the boys feel them up near the end of the song, but not the whole time. They were interested in going into the back room with the ladies and asked how much to have sex.

The C (K)rystals responded $200 each. That was twice what the other girls charged. The guys passed. Vito took note that two regulars didn't fuck the new girls.

Things picked up the second night. Devon not only turned upside down on the pole, but spread her legs until her body looked like an uppercase "T." The guys loved that. She performed a lot of lap dances, but the $200 pussy price deterred any backroom action, which they needed to do.

As the Cosmic Order would have it, Jimmie B. came into Arnie's. He didn't act surprised when he saw the girls. The girls were excited to see him and gave him a big hug, like they'd known him all their lives.

Jimmie B wanted to buy two bottles and take both girls in the back for sex. They agreed to $100 each rather than their restrictive $200. Normally they wouldn't charge him, but they needed to show they got paid. Strippers giving out freebies doesn't work in the Cosmic Realm.

Vito was smiling. About time they made him some money. In the back room, Jimmie wanted Meagan to deep throat him and get him good and hard, and then fuck Devon with her feet behind her head, something she was saving to do on stage until there was a large crowd.

Meagan undressed, eager to show off the superpower she got from licking Heather's Cosmic Order Yoni. Jimmie sat on the clean sheet on top of the sticky sofa. Meagan was able to swallow his entire cock without lying on a table. She loved how it glided in and out across her tongue. Meagan had her ass in the air, so Devon slipped between her legs to lick her pussy and help get her off.

Meagan would grind her pussy into Devon's face. At one point, Devon took an oxygen break. When the big black cock came in her mouth, Meagan shuddered with delight.

Jimmie had the girls suck his dick together to get him hard before his time ran out. They licked him and tainted him to get him hard again. Devon assumed the position with her feet behind her head. Jimmie watched with delight as he eased in. It was super tight. He finally started pumping as it loosened. He played with Devon's nipples on her small breasts. Jimmie pumped and grunted as time ran out.

Meagan decided to help out by licking his balls. When that didn't work, she stuck her tongue in his ass. Jimmie exploded, looked at Meagan and said, "Thanks."

At that moment, time had run out. Vito, who normally sends an employee to knock, entered the room himself. Devon still had her feet behind her head. Vito looked and stared. "Well fuck me in the heart. We have a contortionist."

That day went well, with each girl scoring a bottle and fucking someone they knew. They believed Tammy had sent him over, but she denied it. "Next time, send Jimmie C," Meagan told her.

The next day at work, Vito changed things up. He pointed to Devon. "When the place gets full, you do your feet behind the head thing. I am sure the guys will tip. You should get at least one bottle out of that."

"And you," Vito said, pointing to Meagan. "Take your top off and get behind the bar. Our bar back called in sick. Guys will tip your tits at the bar, and if Louie doesn't need you, you can do lap dances." Vito showed her a door that led down to the basement, where they stored extra cases of beer and liquor.

Crystal danced but didn't do her special thing. Meagan stood topless behind the bar, occasionally leaning forward to collect a dollar. Guys would buy a drink, leave Louie the coins and give Meagan a dollar for a titty feel.

Jimmie C. came in and sat at the bar. Meagan went over to talk to him. Jimmie would give her a dollar every time some guy felt her. Things were filling up. Vito told Devon to take the stage and do her thing,

Devon got up and danced, and everyone seemed to be getting a refill. Near the end of her dance, she placed her feet behind her head and parked her pussy at the end of the stage that didn't have a chair so guys could tip her.

Many of the guys took advantage of her position and placed a finger inside her pussy for a dollar. They all wanted to fuck her. Her asking price was now $300, since she knew no one had that much. The ATM was broken.

Louie handed Meagan a list of the items he needed. She would have to make several trips. Jimmie C. was looking at Devon's spread legs. Meagan said, "I am going to be busy for a while; why don't you go fuck my friend and save her from the goons."

Jimmie C. said, "Seriously, you won't be mad."

Meagan said, "Of course I'll be mad; then we can have make-up sex."

Meagan had manipulated Jimmie C. into showing he cared about her feelings while also rescuing her friend. Heather was rubbing off on her.

Meagan went downstairs while Jimmie C. went to fuck Devon. The cool air in the basement felt good and made her nipples rock hard. She realized, by the soundproofing on the walls, that this was a murder room. She stayed awake during that class. A drain sat in the middle of the room, and a steel chair sat beside it.

Brownish stains on the concrete floor around the drain were most likely dried blood.

Meagan pulled her cell phone out of her Daisy Dukes and photographed the wall, chair, and floor drain. It was evidence but not proof. She grabbed the first of five cases of beer and went back up the stairs, pretending to be stupid.

Jimmie C. got hard just looking at Devon's inviting pussy. He licked her pussy first as it was all too inviting, winking at him, saying "eat me." After Devon was dripping, Jimmie C. then penetrated her. He wasn't as big as his dad, but he knew how to use his tool. He came quickly, even without a pussy grip.

They had plenty of time on the clock. Jimmie C. wanted to talk. "Why are you girls here? I know you don't need the money."

Devon thought an explanation would be helpful. "We are investigating."

Jimmie C: "Investigating what?"

Devon: "A disappearance and possible murder. She pulled out her cell phone and showed Jimmy C. a picture of Dr. Freud.

"This guy? Have you seen him?" Devon asked.

Jimmie got quiet. "I think so. I think that was the guy who got his face blown off."

Devon: "What? What happened to the body?

Jimmie gave her the longer explanation. "I was called in to dispose of the body and automobile, which I did. I think that was the guy."

Devon asked more, "Where did you take them?"

Jimmie C. said, "A chop shop."

Devon continued, "Why was he killed?"

Jimmie C. said, "I heard that some Falcone made the call to Vito. I don't know for sure. The Falcones are all dead, so the guy who ordered his killing is also dead."

Devon didn't want to fuck this up. When the girls left that night, Jimmie C. went home with them. They woke up Heather and had Jimmie C. tell her what he told her.

It was late. Jimmie C. spent the night in Meagan's bed, apparently having make-up sex.

The question was what to do about Vito. He was a murderer and part of the Crimson Talon, which seemed no better than The Table.

Devon talked about seducing him and killing him. Devon sits at his desk with her feet behind her back. Meagan would be leaning her naked breasts against his back. Then, as he gets ready to fuck me, Meagan hits him with an auto-injection and knocks him out. We could bite his dick off and let him bleed out."

Heather said, "Or I can just shoot him in the neck in the parking lot when he leaves."

Heather exercised the parking lot option. The war was still ongoing.