Gazette. What would her editor in chief say if he could see her right now? He’d already been worried about the ticklish nature of this story, but he’d still wangled an undercover deal for Mickie. She’d been working as the police chief’s secretary, using an assumed name while she gathered information for her expose. Only the chief, and Hunter and his patrol partner, Sally Rollins, had known her real identity.
So someone had to have sold her out to the drug dealers, she thought, and the thought struck terror in her heart. For now, she tamped it down and tried to focus on getting herself and Hunter out of this situation.
Just as the guy stood up, Hunter awoke. He shook his head slowly, giving pained groans as his eyes fluttered open. When he focused on their captor, he went crazy in his bonds. Muffled shouts filtered through his gag.
Giving a cruel smile, the man walked over to Hunter. He was about Hunter’s size and similarly built, but his face, his eyes, had a frenetic look that made Mickie nervous.
He yanked the gag from Hunter’s mouth, and Hunter said, “Trent Farrow, you sonofabitch. When I get outta here, you’ll never walk straight again.”
Trent scoffed at the threat. “You ain’t getting out of here, Fayette. I’m gonna make sure of that.” Then he turned to Mickie, ran a spidery finger down her chin. “You and your pretty lady are gonna disappear forever.”
Hunter snarled and spit curses at the man. Using his shoulder, he managed to knock the man off balance and away from Mickie. Trent tilted backward on his haunches and then fell to his ass.
He scrambled to his knees and reared back with a fist, punching Hunter hard in the nose. Hunter yelped and blood flowed. Mickie lunged at their captor and screamed, “Bastard!”
Trent pushed her back, so she slammed hard into the bare wall behind her. Hunter went for him again, but nearly fell over sitting up. He seemed woozy from his hit on the head.
Trent stood up and moved away from them. He shook his head and rubbed the side of his face. “Nope, the boss won’t like this at all. I gotta go find Sally and off the three of you before dawn.”
With that, he left the shack, but not before dousing the light by the door. Once more, Mickie and Hunter were surrounded by murky shadows.
***
Sally woke up in a tangle of arms and legs. Her skin was sticky and her head throbbed, but she felt wonderful. She slipped from beneath the single sheet and stretched like a cat.
Hands molded to her bare hips, stopping her as she went to slide off the mattress. She looked back at a sleepy-eyed Shane. He smiled as he rubbed a hand across his day old stubble.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He laced his fingers between hers.
She reached over and brushed strands of dark blond hair from his forehead. “To take a pee. My teeth are floating.”
They shared a quiet giggle. Around them, some other people began to wake up and mill about. But, all in all, the suite’s occupants still slumbered in post-orgy repose.
“I’ll come with you,” he said, letting the sheet slide off his lap as he stood. “I could really use a shower after last night.”
Thoughts of last night made Sally smile. Things had started out tame enough. She and Mickie—Shane and Hunter’s step sister, who was staying with them at their father’s mansion—had gone to Decadent & Deadly’s concert. Shane was the drummer in this up and coming rock band, and he and Sally had recently hooked up in his dressing room, but she wasn’t expecting an encore like she’d gotten.
After she and Shane parted ways with Hunter and Mickie, Shane had taken her to an all out orgy at the Chateau Saint John. Much of the night was a blur, but she did remember dancing with a masked woman around a phallic ice sculpture, and engaging in a threesome with said woman, Shane, and said ice sculpture.
After she flushed the toilet, Shane locked the bathroom door and waited a moment to pull down the detachable
So someone had to have sold her out to the drug dealers, she thought, and the thought struck terror in her heart. For now, she tamped it down and tried to focus on getting herself and Hunter out of this situation.
Just as the guy stood up, Hunter awoke. He shook his head slowly, giving pained groans as his eyes fluttered open. When he focused on their captor, he went crazy in his bonds. Muffled shouts filtered through his gag.
Giving a cruel smile, the man walked over to Hunter. He was about Hunter’s size and similarly built, but his face, his eyes, had a frenetic look that made Mickie nervous.
He yanked the gag from Hunter’s mouth, and Hunter said, “Trent Farrow, you sonofabitch. When I get outta here, you’ll never walk straight again.”
Trent scoffed at the threat. “You ain’t getting out of here, Fayette. I’m gonna make sure of that.” Then he turned to Mickie, ran a spidery finger down her chin. “You and your pretty lady are gonna disappear forever.”
Hunter snarled and spit curses at the man. Using his shoulder, he managed to knock the man off balance and away from Mickie. Trent tilted backward on his haunches and then fell to his ass.
He scrambled to his knees and reared back with a fist, punching Hunter hard in the nose. Hunter yelped and blood flowed. Mickie lunged at their captor and screamed, “Bastard!”
Trent pushed her back, so she slammed hard into the bare wall behind her. Hunter went for him again, but nearly fell over sitting up. He seemed woozy from his hit on the head.
Trent stood up and moved away from them. He shook his head and rubbed the side of his face. “Nope, the boss won’t like this at all. I gotta go find Sally and off the three of you before dawn.”
With that, he left the shack, but not before dousing the light by the door. Once more, Mickie and Hunter were surrounded by murky shadows.
***
Sally woke up in a tangle of arms and legs. Her skin was sticky and her head throbbed, but she felt wonderful. She slipped from beneath the single sheet and stretched like a cat.
Hands molded to her bare hips, stopping her as she went to slide off the mattress. She looked back at a sleepy-eyed Shane. He smiled as he rubbed a hand across his day old stubble.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He laced his fingers between hers.
She reached over and brushed strands of dark blond hair from his forehead. “To take a pee. My teeth are floating.”
They shared a quiet giggle. Around them, some other people began to wake up and mill about. But, all in all, the suite’s occupants still slumbered in post-orgy repose.
“I’ll come with you,” he said, letting the sheet slide off his lap as he stood. “I could really use a shower after last night.”
Thoughts of last night made Sally smile. Things had started out tame enough. She and Mickie—Shane and Hunter’s step sister, who was staying with them at their father’s mansion—had gone to Decadent & Deadly’s concert. Shane was the drummer in this up and coming rock band, and he and Sally had recently hooked up in his dressing room, but she wasn’t expecting an encore like she’d gotten.
After she and Shane parted ways with Hunter and Mickie, Shane had taken her to an all out orgy at the Chateau Saint John. Much of the night was a blur, but she did remember dancing with a masked woman around a phallic ice sculpture, and engaging in a threesome with said woman, Shane, and said ice sculpture.
After she flushed the toilet, Shane locked the bathroom door and waited a moment to pull down the detachable
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