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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY
by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996)
Chapter Four (continued)
"You okay, babe?" he asked after returning from the
bathroom off her room, where he'd washed up, to find her in the
same position he'd left her, her legs spread over each arm and
her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
Her mouth curved into a smile. "I'll live."
He gently unhooked her legs and set them down.
Placing his knees on either side of her thighs, he eased himself
on her chair and took her head between his hands. He kissed
her gently, her lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, then her lips
again.
"I'd forgotten how good it could be," he whispered.
Her eyes opened and she smiled into his face. "It's
never been this good, not for me," she said. They kissed again,
this one long and wet. Clarice's hand found his cock, hard and
very thick, and circled the shaft. When Clarice broke the kiss
she circled his waist with her free hand and gripped his ass,
urging him up and forward. He moaned as his cock entered her
mouth and she sucked him hard.
"I want to fuck you, Clarice," he said after a minute, his
voice deep with desire.
Clarice pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up, past
his massive chest and into his face. "My ass?" she asked, then
took his cock back into her mouth, watching his face as she
teased his cock with her tongue.
"It would be my honor, Clarice... some other night, when
we have time to do it right."
He reached over and found a condom, unwrapping the
foil while he watched her suck his cock into her mouth, taking
him deep until his cock hit the back of her throat.
"Better stop, babe... mmmm... or I'll cum again." When
she continued to suck him he added, "I don't think I could
manage a third."
She pulled her mouth off and smiled at him. Taking the
condom from him she stretched it over the head of his cock and
worked it down the shaft. He got up from the chair and pulled
her to her feet, kissing her hard with his cock pressed up
against her belly.
"How 'bout I lie down on the carpet and you get on top?"
he suggested.
"Hmmm," she said. "I've a better idea."
She let go of him and walked behind the chair they'd
been using. She bent herself over the back of the chair, resting
her hands on the arms.
"Come behind me, Gene, and fuck me."
He moved quickly to obey, and soon had her split
panties out of the way and his cock positioned at her wet sex.
As he entered her and felt his cock stretched the walls of her
tight passage, he was in awe of the sensations. It had been
nearly two years since he'd last had sex with his wife, before
the cancer ravaged her body. It was many years before when
his late wife felt as tight as the girl as was now inside, and this
thought caused a pang of guilt.
"Oh, yes, Gene!" he heard from Clarice as his cock
bottomed out in her wet cunt.
He withdrew and entered her again, faster this time,
luxuriating in the wondrous feeling of her tight pussy gripping
onto his rod. His hands slid forward to her narrow waist as his
thrusts continued, then around her body to grab hold of her firm
tits. Holding her beasts for leverage he quickened his pace
until he was slapping his hips into her ass with every forward
stroke.
"Oh, yes... Oh, yes," chanted Clarice as he fucked her.
She had never felt anything so big inside her, so filling, so
wonderful. The feeling of his thick cock rubbing up against her
clit, and stretching her passage as never before, and his meaty
paws squeezing her breasts against her chest, had her quickly
approaching another orgasm.
"Fuck me... harder... oh, Gene!" she cried before the
release of her climax made her incoherent. Gene groaned and
came at the same time, sent over the edge my the pulsating
tightness of her pussy on his fast driving cock.
- o -
The four teams of agents were on the Interstate heading
toward Mississippi by ten the next morning. Starling and Myers
had already been into the office and collected their files before
the caravan of four vehicles went to the airport to meet Agent
Quinn's flight. Quinn drove in Starling's rental car while Myers
and one of the junior agents on his team took his Explorer.
Each team was equip with pictures of all the MPs, Walters and
Burns, and photos of the same make, model year and color of
the cars driven by the MPs when they disappeared.
Starling and Quinn took Interstate 10 while Myers and
the three other teams took the busier, more commercial Route
90. As they drove, she updated her friend and colleague on
Myers' data and their opinion that these MPs were very likely
the result of carefully planned abductions. They stopped at
every rest stop, truck stop, filling station and restaurant along
the way. It was very slow going. At each stop they collected as
many of the workers as possible and went through the pictures
in pairs, the car and the missing driver. Each stop was at least
twenty minutes and many took much longer as the waitresses or
attendees switched off between serving their customers and
accommodating the agents.
Two and a half days later, after driving four cars all the
way past Mobile and back, the task force had almost no new
information. It was Friday evening when all eight of them sat
around the conference room table in N'Orleans, reviewing what
little they had.
"We're missing something," said Quinn, staring at the
large map on the wall, and at the multiple colored lines leading
along the routes they had just checked.
"No shit?" said Myers, with just the right tone, and smiles
broke out on many of the exhausted and disappointed faces.
"Even during the off season," continued Quinn, "or at
night, or at night during the fuckin' off season... it's hard to
imagine a successful and unseen abduction along these major
routes, much less nine of them. And it's been my experience
that perps involved in slavery, if that's what we have here, are
exceedingly careful. I just can't imagine an abduction team
hiding behind a Denny's or a Mobil Oil, hoping to nab someone
in the parking lot."
This brought nods from many around the table.
"I know your map shows the most probable routes the
MPs took, the logical routes, but think about this. Over the
twelve or thirteen month period of these MPs, the total number
of cars traveling east or west along the major Gulf routes must
total in the hundreds of thousands, maybe well over a million."
"Yeah, I'll buy that," offered Starling, seeing where her
colleague was going. "Let's assume a million, a nice round
number."
"If only one in twenty of these cars, for whatever reason,
leaves the obvious route and takes a rural highway across
Southern Mississippi, that's fifty thousand cars. And if one in
five hundred of these cars fit our profile, nice car, young girl,
that's... one hundred potentials."
"Todd," said Myers, turning to one of his junior agents,
"check with the State Police, or the Department of
Transportation, and see if you can find good estimates for car
traffic. Susan, could you get us a blown-up map of Southern
Mississippi and mark all reasonable alternate routes along the
coast or further inland. Our MPs may have gotten off the
highway to get cheaper gas or to find a better restaurant than
Mickey Dee's or just to break up the monotony of the trip. We'll
start again Monday morning."
The room got noisy as everyone packed up their files
and headed off to their offices before heading home. Myers
told Starling that he'd drop Quinn off to the airport so he could
catch his flight back to Quantico, and that he'd meet her at
home.
- o -
Trent took the call from Reverend Washington on Friday,
as afternoon was turning into evening. Trent had never heard
Washington preach, his parish being black and Trent not being
much of a church-goer anyway. But he had heard the minister
speak at a county fair and he enjoyed listening to his booming,
rolling voice. They were casual acquaintances.
"It's my daughter, Trent. Sarah never made it home from
her friend's house today."
Trent asked a series of questions of the black minister
until he felt he had the story. The Reverend and his family lived
in a small house next to the Baptist Church over in the largely
black area near Argicola. His sixteen year-old daughter had
left a friend's house at three and should have completed the
two mile trek to her house an hour later. She was at least
ninety minutes overdo.
"It's awfully hot out there, Reverend, and my guess is
she took it easy, maybe stopped for a swim in a pond or
something. But I'll send a car and a couple of officers over and
see if they can't find trace Sarah's route, and get her home."
- o -
"Well, hello there" said Nora Myers, answering the door
bell.
"Hiya," said Clarice. Nora helped her with her bags and
they went into the guest room.
"Your dad will be home in about hour, he thought," said
Clarice. "He's dropping an agent off at the airport, and said he
had to run an errand."
"Did you guys get a chance to---"
"No. Gene bunked with Quinn while we were on the
road. Me with a female agent. I really haven't talked to your
dad, privately, since we left."
"Kind of a reunion tonight, then. Say... what's that," said
Nora, pointing to a Victoria Secrets bag.
"I stopped off at a mall on the way here. Picked up a
little something."
"Lemme see," said Nora, grinning.
"Let me shower and change into them, and I'll come out
and show you. By the way, I picked up some condoms so we
don't have to... exhaust your supply.
"Exhaust is probably the right choice of words," teased
Nora. "Based on what I heard the night you were here."
"Oh," said Clarice, blushing slightly. "Were we that
noisy?"
"Uh huh. So noisy that I felt I had to come down and
check on you two."
"No!"
She nodded and grinned. "It was so dark down here you
couldn't have noticed me. You were bent over the chair and
dad was doing you from behind. It was very sexy to watch."
"I'm so embarrassed!"
"Don't be, Clarice. It got me so excited I wore out the
batteries in my vibrator that night, and arranged for a date
tonight, an old flame from high school. You and dad will have
the house to yourselves, probably until tomorrow morning if I
get lucky."
Clarice showered and dressed in the clothes she had
bought. Despite the warmth of the southern summer, she
decided to buy stockings that went to mid-thigh, a rose-colored
garter belt, sexy panties that were little more than a g-string,
and a strapless wonder bra that held her breasts together and
up. She admired herself in the mirror before slipping into the
black silk cocktail dress, low cut in front and back, with thin
spaghetti straps over her otherwise-bare shoulders. She made
up her face, perfumed herself, and donned pearl earrings and a
matching necklace. Slipping her feet into new black pumps,
she left in search of Nora.
"Oh, my God," squealed Nora when Clarice strolled into
the kitchen, posed then turned around quickly but gracefully,
allowing the bottom of the dress to fly out and up before settling
back down onto her thighs. Nora got a brief glance at the
garters half-way up her thighs.
"You look delicious. What's underneath?"
Clarice suppressed a blush and slid the straps off her
shoulders. The dress slid into a heap on the floor, and she
stepped out of it, turning again for the girl.
"You look great! Do you shave down there?" she asked,
looking at the narrow triangle of her panties and the bare white
skin on either side of the one-inch strip that covered her sex. "I
noticed the other night how small your patch of hair is. I've got
such a bush that I'd look silly wearing something like that."
"Yeah," said Clarice, pulling the dress back up. "I don't
know why I started, but I've always kept my hair trimmed
neatly."
Nora was dressed casually for her date in shorts that
hugged her ass perfectly, a blue short-sleeved blouse, and
sandals. Her bare legs looked incredibly long. Starling noticed
that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her nipples were stiff,
tenting the fabric.
Clarice opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a
glass, sipping it as Nora explained what she had for their
dinner. Lettuce was washed and chilling in the fridge.
Potatoes were already baking in the gas grill outside, keeping
the house as cool as possible. They could grill the steaks any
time after the potatoes were done.
"That must be Lou," she said when the doorbell rang.
She was about to go let him in when she thought better of it.
"Clarice," she said hurriedly. "Why don't you let him in
while I get my things. Be sexy, would you? I want him as horny
as possible tonight."
Clarice smiled and waited a moment for Nora to reach
the stairs before going to the door. When she opened the door
she found a tall young man waiting, and saw his eyes widen
and glance over her body before returning to her face.
"You must be Lou," she said, extending her hand and
shaking his as she stepped aside and let him in.
"Yeah."
"I'm Clarice Starling, a friend of Nora's dad." She took
his arm and led him into the kitchen. The guy could feel her
breast pressed up against his arm as they walked, and the sexy
smell of her perfume affected him too.
"Nora will be just a few minutes, Lou. Can I get you
something?"
"Sure... um, a coke would be great."
She could feel his eyes on her ass when he opened the
fridge and bent over, looking for a coke. He was staring, in
fact, and could just see the garters holding up her stockings as
the dress rode up to above mid-thigh.
"Here we are," she said, pulling out the can. She turned
and saw his head turn quickly away, a slight blush on his face.
She got a glass and poured the soda into it, and handed it to
him. She got her glass of wine and stood facing him at the
counter, knowing that he had a nice view of the tops of her
breasts, maybe more considering his height.
"What do you and Nora have planned tonight?"
"I thought we'd catch a movie, then maybe grab some
take-out and hang at my place."
"You have your own place?"
"I lucked into a studio apartment for the summer, not far
from here. It's really just a big room over a garage. The
landlady gave me a special rent in exchange for helping her out
around the house, and tending the yard." As he talked she
busied herself with folding cloth napkins, her eyes lowered to
the task, knowing that his were looking down the front of her
dress.
"Sounds nice," said Clarice. They heard Nora's
footsteps come down the stars and Clarice smiled to herself as
Lou took a step away from her. Nora breezed in and said hi
before pressing herself into Lou and kissing him a greeting.
"You look great Lou," she said, feeling his hardness
pressing into her.
"Yeah, thanks... you, too," he managed.
Nora gave Clarice a wink and a grin behind his back,
and Clarice gave her the thumbs up sign in response.
She would learn from Nora the next day that Lou had
suggested a change in plans as soon as they got to his car.
Instead of a movie, he suggested she might want to see his
new place, and she readily agreed. Within twenty minutes of
leaving home, Nora was naked on Lou's bed and he was
tonguing her through an orgasm. After a fuck that had both of
them cumming in minutes, they ordered Chinese food delivered.
Lou got the first of many surprises that night when Nora came
out from her shower nude, and sat down to eat. He enjoyed his
view of her tits as they ate and talked, and his cock recovered
in no time.
"Why don't you find a video store and rent us something
sexy," she said when they'd finished eating. She pressed her
naked body up against him when he rose, and pulled his hands
behind her and onto her ass. "I'll clean up the dishes while
you're out. Whatever you decide to rent, let's see if we can try
the same things, if you know what I mean."
Lou returned in fifteen minutes with an XXX-rated move,
"Three Holed Honeys" and they spent the rest of the night
watching, then doing, watching, then doing. Before they fell
asleep Nora had taken his cum in her mouth, again in her
pussy, then finally up her ass after greasing his pole with the K-
Y jelly she had brought in her purse.
Chapter Five
Trent's deputies called in from the Washington place
with bad news. The Reverend's daughter was still missing,
now three hours overdue. Trent and another deputy joined the
others and began searching in the last hour before nightfall.
They split up and each took a different path through the mostly
wooded area that fell between Sarah's house and the church
and parsonage. In one clearing, Trent found fresh tire tracks
and the faint outline of footprints in the moist soil, not
inconsistent with a girl her age and a larger, heavier man. They
spent much of the rest of the evening taking pictures and
making measurements, and following the tire tracks back
out to the road. The muddy tracks continued for only a hundred
feet or so on the pavement, but indicated the driver's northern
direction.
Trent returned to the parsonage and told Reverend
Washington and his wife what they'd found and what they
feared. Despite his involvement and leadership in a dozen
abductions and three killings, Trent was now murderously
angry. He was a cop under his amoral skin and it burned him to
have this happen in his backyard. It was a personal insult.
- o -
"Oh, God... Ummmm... yeah, Gene," moaned Clarice
Starling. Not even five minutes had passed since Gene Myers
got home and he was now fucking his cock into her from the
rear, she bent over the kitchen counter. After arriving home
and whistling his appreciation for her transformation, he put
the bag he was carrying down on the kitchen counter and
kissed her long and hard. He accepted the glass of wine
she handed him, and learned that his daughter was gone for
the night and he was alone with the beautifully-attired girl.
She was half-way into explaining what Nora had arranged for
their dinner when she stopped, aware that his eyes had been
examining her body openly and now looked at her across the
few feet that separated them with unmistakable passion.
She stopped talking, sighed, and slid the straps off her
shoulders and let the dress fall to her ankles. Stepping out of
the dress she turned and leaned onto the counter top that
separated the kitchen from the eat-in area, presenting him with
her barely covered ass. Within a minute he was standing
behind her, his pants lowered, her panties snapped open, and
had his condom-encased cock at her sex.
He drove into her quickly, his hands on her hips.
"Oh, yes," he groaned. "Oh God, how I've been wantin'
this."
"Fuck me, Gene," she said. "Hard, fast quick... cum in
me." He'd spent three days with her but away from her, always
anxious for the time they could fuck again. He barely managed
to last until she came before he erupted inside her tight cunt,
the release exquisite.
They had just finishing dinner when the phone rang.
Clarice had enjoyed the excellent food after three meals a day
at diners while they were on the road, and the conversation.
She had noticed the amorous look return to his eyes as they
lingered over their wine, and now hoped the interruption would
be brief.
It was not. The call was from the Beverly Hills detective
who was helping Myers try to trace one of the MP's car, this
one a Ferrari. They had traced it by checking new registrations
of the same make and model year, then cross-checking, by
hand, the validity of the vehicles VID, and it was an incredibly
tedious process for all but the rarest cars. The new owner was
a specialty car rental company, that leased and rented exotic
cars largely to the Hollywood elite. The owner and manager of
this enterprise was quickly convinced to give the cops the name
of the dealer he had bought the car from, paying cash of course.
This man was brought in and offered a deal, immunity from
prosecution if his help resulted in a conviction. He gave them
the name of the Jackson, Mississippi car repair shop that was a
front for buying and selling stolen cars and parts, from all over
the south.
The raid was planned for that night. The cops in
California and Mississippi were concerned that waiting even a
day of so might result in a leak, either from their informant or
elsewhere. An operation this big was likely to be well
connected.
Myers and Starling arranged for a helicopter to take them
up to Jackson, after she had quickly changed out of the black
cocktail dress and into a suit. By the time they got up to
Jackson, the raid was over. The man believed to me the head
honcho had tried to flee, wounding one officer before he was
shot dead. It took an hour to break into his office safe where
they found over $200,000 in cash and a bookkeeping journal.
Myers and Starling pored over the journal, which was either in
code or just cryptic. There were many hundreds of entries but
they found an entry that they believed to be the Ferrari because
the model number and price received, $48,000, matched the
amount the dealer told them he paid. The complete entry for
the Ferrari read:
11/3/94 PB F-350C 30,000 Whl, NID 12/16/94 HS 48,000
Myers jotted down the entry on a blank piece of paper,
then he and Starling discussed what each field meant, referring
back to the journal to look at other entries for clues. The first
column was clearly the date the car was received, and it fit
nicely with the Ferrari owner's case. She'd been reported
missing two days later. The second column was the last one to
break, and they finally decided was some sort of code letters for
the person who sold them the stolen car. The third column was
the model number of the recovered Ferrari. Next was likely the
price paid. The next field, "Whl, NID", was uncommon for other
entries, most of which read, "Cut/Sld" or "Cut/Inv". They
concluded that this entry indicated the disposition of the car,
and for the Ferrari meant, "Sold Whole with a new vehicle
identification number". Date sold was next, and checked out
based on their informers data. "HS" didn't make any sense until
they called the Beverly Hills cop and he told them that the
dealer informant, George Starr, went by the nickname "Ham".
HS were the initials for "Ham Starr". The final field was the
price they got from Starr for the car.
Excited now, they went back to the beginning of the
journal, looking for any entry that had "PB" in the field for buyer.
They found thirteen entries, cars bought from "PB", the last of
which fit perfectly with the Bethany Albert case. They copied
down each entry. Myers requested that the Jackson Police
send him a photocopy of the entire journal in the morning, then
he and Starling took the chopper back to N'Orleans.
It was after four in the morning when they got home.
They were exhausted but also excited about this amazing
breakthrough. They had no idea who PB was, but the
transaction dates and model designations of eight of the
thirteen entries were entirely consistent with eight of
the nine MP cases Myers had culled from his records and those
of other jurisdictions across the south. They had lots of work
ahead, but their suspicions that these MP cases were linked
were now confirmed.
Wearily they climbed the stairs to the second floor and
went into Gene's bedroom.
"Mind if I bunk with you tonight?" said Clarice, carrying
her toiletry bag into the attached bathroom.
"As long as all you want to do is sleep," he said, sitting
heavily on the bed and leaning over to remove his shoes and
socks.
"It's not just old guys like you who get tired," came her
teasing voice from the bathroom, "I'm beat too."
Stripped down to his shorts, Gene rose and entered the
bathroom when Clarice was done. When he returned she had
removed her suit and blouse and had one foot up on the bed
while she rolled the stocking down her leg. He got into bed and
watched as she removed the other stocking, then the garter
belt. By the time she removed her bra and panties Gene's cock
was hard under the sheets.
"You're one fine looking woman, Starling."
"And you're tired," she said.
"Oh, I don't know..."
She noticed then that his cock tented the sheets.
Smiling, she went back into the bathroom and got a condom.
"I'll do everything," she said. "You just lay back and
relax."
She pulled the sheets down and pulled his shorts off.
After sucking him to full hardness she worked the condom on
and straddled him, easing herself down on his cock.
"This is nice, Starling" he said, his hands behind his
head.
"Evening didn't turn out like you planned," she said,
rocking back and forth on his cock.
"Not quite," he said. "Though it started great and it's
ending just fine."
"You were gonna try to convince me to let you to take my
ass, right?"
"Convince you, or tie you up and take you there
anyway."
Starling laughed. "Wont be necessary."
"Party pooper."
They came together after a few minutes, then slept
spooned together, which is how Nora Myers found them when
she returned home four hours later. She smiled, closed their
door, and went downstairs to make coffee.
"I'll bet she got as good a workout as I did," she said to
herself.
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