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Who am I kidding? I was having a bad week and the forecast called for continued shit with the probability of INTENSE shit next week. First of all, I got word Monday morning that there was a better than 75% chance my entire Company was going to be deployed to Afghanistan before the end of next week. Secondly, the girls and I had found a nice three bedroom house and rented it, but it wouldn’t be ready for us to move into until the end of the month. Tempers had been flaring lately with all three of us living together in Terry’s little one bedroom apartment and I’m not sure how much longer we could keep our sanity. Thirdly, Leah starts back to high school next week and this has got both my girls on edge. I can feel a shopping binge coming, what with school supplies, new clothes and whatnot. For all I know its how women calm themselves. There goes more money flying out the window. Speaking of flying out a window; fourthly... the ownership of the Pink Pony, the strip club where all three of us work (me bouncing, Terry and Leah dancing), has just recently changed hands. The new owner is supposed to be stopping by sometime during the week to check the place and people out. The problem here is twofold; New Management usually means a delay in paychecks getting handed out on time, which none of us needs right at the moment, and on top of that I just recently got both girls to agree to quit working there. Whoever the new owners might be they weren’t gong to appreciate my taking away their two best money makers. Fifth and finally, Terry and Leah had gotten themselves into some kind competition to see who could make my cock fall off first from overexertion. ** It was early Tuesday morning and we’d left the club about forty minutes before. Terry and Leah were hyped up after an unusually busy week night. I was just plain tired. I had meetings and inventory sessions waiting for me in the morning when I got back on post. That kind of crap tires a man out just thinking about it. I was looking forward to getting some sleep. The girls had other plans. Which is how I found myself in between Leah’s spread legs with my tongue working away at her hairless pussy lips. She was sprawled out across the bed, her legs hanging down over the edge, her hands playing with her firm little tits and a growing flush working its way down her neck and chest. I was kneeling on the floor, tonguing her moist cunt, and Terry lay on the floor on her back between my legs, head propped up on a couple of pillows and sucking my semi-hard cock. This was the first time I’d done oral with Leah, and I’ve got to admit that I was enjoying the taste of her, despite my exhaustion. She had a distinct flavor that was completely different from Terry; musky, with a hint of dill. Her lithe body shook and jerked every time I came into contact with her stiffened clit. "Nice... uhg... so nice... mmmm... damn, yeah!" she hummed softly to herself as I teased and tickled her tangy twat. I slid a finger deep inside her tunnel and started searching for the hidden nerve cluster I could use to light her orgasmic fuse. Meanwhile Terry was pulling my hips down towards her with one hand, trying to get every inch of my cock into her mouth, and using the other to caress and fondle my balls. I was so damn tired. I think I must have nodded off, because the next thing I remember was Leah flailing about on the bed with my head locked tight between her thighs and Terry up on the bed straddling Leah’s face, grinding her pussy down onto Leah’s mouth, bucking away like a prize winning bull rider. I found her clit was between my lips, so I sucked it deep into my mouth and bit down with my front teeth. She squealed and thrashed even more violently than before. "Ohhhhhhhh... FUCK!" she screamed in surrender. I released my hold on her. I pried Leah’s legs open and escaped from their skull crushing grip and blacked out. I remember having unpleasant dreams, but couldn’t recall anything specific. The alarm got me up at 0500. I was splayed out on the bed, with Leah on my right, her head on my shoulder, and Terry on my left, her head rested on my abs and one hand clutched my flaccid cock. I wormed my way out without waking either one and hauled my ass off to work feeling like a blivet. (For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a blivet is ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five pound sack.) My day consisted of meetings, piles of paperwork and a visit to the armory where I cleaned and checked over my weapons. The armory was the least boring part. It would have been better if I could have spent some time on the firing line, but there was no time. I also checked my personal handgun out to take home with me. I planned on leaving it with Terry while I was deployed, for home defense. I would show her how to load and fire it over the coming weekend. Lunch was spent at the gym with some of my squad, working on hand to hand drills, then back to meetings and more paperwork. I didn’t get off until nearly 2100 hrs. I changed clothes in my office, and with the handgun’s holster clipped to my belt at the small of my back, headed to the Pony. Terry and Leah would already be there. I got to the club and learned from the cashier that the new owner had picked this night to visit. He was in the back office going over the books. The office door was flanked by two large men in dark suits. A little odd, maybe, but I’ve seen stranger during my travels thru strip clubs around the world. What was truly strange was the subdued atmosphere. Weekdays are not generally big business periods for strip joints. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights are when the big money is made. But even the few regulars who had come in were more quiet than usual. The stage was empty. The music was blaring, but no one was dancing. Jerome, the bartender was positively grim, and he’s normally one of those upbeat, overly friendly types. I stepped up to the bar and motioned Jerome over. "What’s going on?" I asked. "New boss and four bodyguard type guys came in about half an hour ago. Him and two of the suits went into the back office and started calling the girls in." "Who’s in there now?" My bad feeling started growing legs. Jerome choked a bit, recovered and croaked out, "Leah." "Fuck." I scanned the club layout quickly. "Where’s Terry." "She’s in the dressing room with the other girls." Jerome watched me and began backing up and away. I could feel the music playing across my face. I could taste the fear and unease that lay like a fog inside the building. My hair stood on end and my brain went into overdrive. The anger started to geyser inside me. ‘No, goddamnit!’ I roared inside at my personal demon. I needed to be in control right now. I choked it down and forced it to serve MY needs. "Get everyone out of here, Jerome. I want this place empty in five minutes. Got me?" My eyes locked on his. I was making him responsible, and I could tell he didn’t like it. "Five minutes. Got it J.L." I snatched the small knife he used to slice fruit with then turned and headed for the dressing room. One of the suits intercepted me before I could get thru the doors. "You can’t go in there, pal." He said. He had a Jersey accent. The two of them were nearly a matched set; about six foot one, somewhere in the vicinity of two hundred twenty five pounds, dark brown hair and noses that looked like they’d been broken a couple of times. Both men looked like they’d be more comfortable wearing sunglasses. "I’m the bouncer." "Don’t care if you’re the Pope. The boss says no one goes in there but him." I gauged the distance from me to him, then from him to the second suit that’d remained standing beside the office door. The distance was more than I would have liked, but sometimes there just aren’t any good choices. I snapped a kick up into his nuts, using the tip of one steel toed boot. He grunted and puked. I dodged towards the second suit, backhand slashing the first man’s throat with the small knife, just for good measure. He sagged slowly to his knees and splayed out on the floor. The second suit was in the act of pulling a pistol from a shoulder holster under his jacket. He nearly had it clear when I got to him. A couple of quick jabs into his solar plexus and throat slowed him enough so that he didn’t cry out too loudly and couldn’t finish drawing his weapon, and then I jammed the small fruit knife deep into his left eye, forcing it all the way back into his brain. I hoped the club’s cruddy sound system, still blaring for a dancer who wasn’t there, would cover the sound of this fella’s death. I caught him before he could hit the floor and eased his body back against the wall beside the door he’d been guarding. I pulled the first one away from the dressing room doors, and took the pistol he had stashed in a shoulder holster exactly like the other guy’s. It looked like a military Beretta. I hate the Beretta, too many safeties for my taste. I released the manual safety and jacked the slide. An unloaded gun is a paperweight. I ducked quickly into the dressing room and found six scared half naked women clustered around my little sister. "Jerry Lee!" she exclaimed when she saw me come in. There was real fear in her eyes and it wasn’t for herself. "Yeah, I know all about it. Get them out of here, out of the club." I tossed her my key ring. "Put them in the truck and wait for Leah. When she comes out, all of you get as far from here as you can. And all of you, I don’t want to hear a sound. There are two men on the floor out there. Ignore them and just concentrate on getting out of here fast." Terry nodded and began shoving girls ahead of her and out the doors. She stopped and kissed me hard. "Don’t forget to come home." She pleaded. "Go on." I said. I trailed them out and watched till the last one was out of the club. I went and recovered the other suit’s pistol. Now I had three; should be more than enough. I had a suit’s pistol in each hand, safeties off, hammers cocked. I kicked the door of the office open and stepped in, keeping one foot towards the swinging door. Didn’t want it coming back to hit my arm or block my view. It was a small office. Nice and cozy. Nobody in there could get more than eight feet away from anyone else who was in there. Back in one corner was the desk, an old beat-to-hell wooden thing whose prime had been sometime in the seventies. One of the two remaining suits was behind the desk, sitting in the also beat-to- hell leather chair that completed the office décor. He was holding the arms of my ward, my little girl. Leah was bent over the desk and being held in place by the suit in the chair. The second suit stood by the side of the desk and watched his boss who was busy peeling Leah’s G-string panty down over the swelling of her hard round ass. The new boss had turned at the exploding sound of the office door bursting in. I got a good look at him. A pasty faced little man with greasy black hair; he looked sickly, anorexic and nasty, like a diseased rat. "Nobody move a muscle unless I say so." I growled. The standing suit reached for what I assumed was a replica of the pistols I held in my hands. I shot him in the face and two thirds of his head vaporized. "One more time... nobody move, unless I tell you." I said, accompanied by the sound of a falling, nearly headless body. I motioned the new boss over to one side, but not so far that I couldn’t keep an eye on him and the suit behind the desk. I turned my eyes on the suit. "Let go of the girl’s arms and keep your hands flat on the desk top where I can see ‘em." He let loose of Leah’s arms and slid his hands sideways about four inches and kept the palms flush against the desk top. "Leah, do you hear me?" "Poppa?" she was crying. "Yeah, sweet pea, its poppa. I want you to get up and go out to the parking lot. Momma’s waiting for you. Can you do that for me?" She groaned and got up stiffly. I shifted to the right, keeping the suit behind the desk in my line of fire. She bent at the hips and pulled up her G-string. When she turned around I saw a large bruise was forming across one cheekbone. Her eyes got very big when she saw me, and a cruel smile grew on her lips. She turned to the new boss who was trying to flatten himself against, or perhaps into, the wall behind him. She spit on him. "I told you, you FUCK! I warned you!" She kicked off her stripper heels and ran around behind me and hugged me tight. "I knew you’d come. I told them what would happen, but they didn’t believe me." "It’s okay now. I’ll take care of this. Momma’s waiting outside to take you home." She hugged me again and ran out the door. I gave her a slow count of ten. "She asked you to leave her alone, didn’t she?" I asked. "She’s just another fuckin’ whore. Why would I listen to anything she says?" The new boss was obviously a diplomat. He was going to sweet talk his way out of this. "She warned you, right? She told you I’d be coming and what I’d do when I got here." "Yeah the bitch kept going on and on about some fuckin’ guy, so what? Who, the fuck, are you?" "I’m Leah’s Poppa. I’m the husband and brother of your best dancer. I’m the temporary bouncer. I’m the ‘Killer’. I’m the warning you should have fuckin’ paid attention to." My voice never got loud, never gave any hint just how much of the anger had leaked out and taken hold of me. I sighed. "You’re too stupid to live." I shot him once in the chest and once in the face. Now there was just me and the fourth suit. "I hope he paid well." I said and emptied the remaining rounds from both pistols into his body. I wiped the grips down using some vodka and napkins from the bar, and put the pistols carefully back into the hands of the two suits outside of the office. I sat down on a stool in front of the bar and thought for a while. This was one big fuckin’ mess. How could I clean this up and not leave a trail? Answer; I couldn’t. There was blood all over, bullet holes all over and witnesses that I probably wasn’t going to eliminate. Shit! It was just like back in high school. It was simply a case of self defense, with what I’m sure the D.A. would call ‘use of excessive force’. The real problem for me though was that there weren’t any witnesses I could call for my defense, apart from Leah. And there was no way I was going to allow that to happen. She was an underage stripper and a runaway. Not the best of character witnesses. Besides, I had to defend my little family, not tear it apart. I got up off the stool and went back into the office, pulled open file cabinets and started tossing folders and files all over the place. I picked up the bullet riddled suit out of the chair and hauled him outside and laid his body across the trunk of a black Lincoln, the only vehicle left in the parking lot. Assuming it belonged to the new owner I went back inside, dug thru his pockets and took his keys. Lifting him up by the jacket lapels, I shoved his body into the recently vacated chair behind the desk. The suits outside the office got pulled inside and laid out for the best dramatic effect I could work up. I pried the fruit knife out of the eye socket of suit number #2 and slipped it into my jacket pocket. I went around back and picked up a couple containers of kerosene that were used to fuel the backup generator. Back inside I got busy splashing the contents over the walls, the stage, the office, the four bodies, inside the dressing room and behind the bar, until they were both empty. I took the empty containers back out behind the club, dumped them, picked up two full ones and repeated. I wanted this thing to burn HOT. After dropping off the two other empties next to the first pair I headed back inside one last time. Along with his keys I had also taken the new owner’s Zippo lighter and that’s what I used to start the club burning. I waited until I was sure the fire had begun feeding on the structure itself then walked out. The fruit knife went into the possession of the corpse on the trunk. He went into the trunk and I slammed it shut. I opened the driver side door of the car, got in and started up the engine. After a minute or two I got out and went over to the pay phone at the edge of the parking lot. I called 911 and reported the Pink Pony strip club was on fire. I hung up and wiped down the receiver, doing what I could to remove my prints. I got back into the black Lincoln, threw it into reverse, backed up and spun the car around, chewing up the gravel. Then I headed off down the road towards the interstate. ** The Lincoln and the guy in the trunk disappeared and were never heard from or seen again. I made a quiet visit to Jerome and explained what had ‘officially’ happened, so he could tell the cops, if and when they ever came looking for answers. I went back to Terry and Leah and found all the strippers gathered there in her tiny little one bedroom apartment. I explained the ‘official’ version of what had happened to all of them and went over it several times to be sure they had it down. Then I took them all to their respective homes. I got kisses goodbye from each and every one. What a weird night. When I finally got back home, Terry and Leah were waiting for me. Terry handed me a mug of beer with a shot glass of Jack inside. They helped me out of my bloody, grungy, grimy clothes and into the shower. I cleaned up, soaked and drank the beer, while the girls bundled up my stuff, put it in the truck and hustled it away to be shoved into a furnace somewhere. When I finally got out, from probably the longest shower I’ve ever taken in my life, they were back. "I think it might be a good idea if the two of you moved to another town." I said. "In case our ‘new owner’ was in some way connected to a larger organization." "What about you?" Terry asked. "When I get back from this deployment, I’m going to request reassignment to another state. If Uncle refuses then I’ll get out when my term is up next year. I can find better paying and more accommodating employers." "You aren’t planning on leaving us out of some misguided sense of nobility?" I started laughing. Side splitting, tears running down the cheeks, fall down on your knees laughing. When I finally caught my breath and got myself back under control I choked out a reply. "Baby, what the fuck do I know about being noble?" Terry and Leah just smiled. The girls ushered me into the bedroom, tore off their clothes and then tore off my robe. I was sandwiched between them as they hugged and kissed me. I enjoyed the sensation of having two pairs of firm tits pressing into my chest and back, of two beautiful naked girls trying to smother me with their warm flesh. "I love you, Poppa!" from Leah. "I love you, big brother!" from Terry. Then, like a synchronized swimming duo, they clasped hands and bent down over the bed. They started kissing one another and running their hands over each other. Terry looked over her shoulder and wiggled her magnificently perfect ass. Leah giggled and wiggled her tight hard round butt as well. I could see gleaming beads of moisture already forming on their engorged labia, like morning dew on flower petals. "Well, what are you waiting for? Focus already and let’s get you calmed down." I knelt down between them and lay a hand on the warm backside of each of my girls. I gave a squeeze to one cheek on each of them and kissed each one’s tattoo. Then I plunged head first into the river. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 39