Dangerous Love { Carnal Quartette }

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DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

P.G. = 16

HEAT

ACTIVATED

Vol. # 1

 [© 2017 ]

Cooley Publishing

CHAPTERS

1……….LORA

2……….SEATTLE WASHINGTON

3……….TOM’S DILEMMA

4……….THE EVIDENCE

5……….MEETING OF THE MINDS

6……….NO VACATION

7……….CONFESSIONS

8……….VACATIONS OVER

9……….C.I.A. AGENT’S

10……..MENTAL VIBRATIONS

11…….VIBRATION WAR

TAKE MY HAND

BY – RAYDON COOLEY

IT FEELS JUST LIKE HEAVEN; WHEN YOU’RE LYING NEXT TO ME.

YOU REMIND ME OF AN ANGLE; AS I’M WATCHING WHILE YOU SLEEP.

YOU’RE TOUCH BURNS LIKE FIRE; FROM THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL.

YOU SET MY SOUL ON FIRE; WITH THE LOVING THAT YOU GIVE.

TAKE MY HAND; LET’S WALK THROUGH LIFE TOGETHER.

THESE UPS AND DOWNS; WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH.

WHEN THE ROAD GETS ROUGH; AND WE START TO GET WEARY.

YOU CAN LEAN ON ME; AND I’LL LEAN ON YOU.

SKIN SOFT AS VELVET; SO GENTLE TO THE TOUCH.

LOVE AS WARM AS SUNSHINE: I COULD NEVER GET ENOUGH.

YOU ARE MY RAINBOW; I FOUND MY POT OF GOLD.

YOU ARE MY SHELTER; FROM THE COLD WIND WHEN SHE BLOWS.

 

PROLOGUE

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

With her lifelong girlfriend Beth getting married, and moving all the way across the country, Lora is feeling a little depressed these days. She turns her focus to the new attorney that just moved into the office building where she works. As soon as she and this attorney begin to start a relationship, Beth calls with an emergency. Her new husband is investigating his Uncle’s car accident as an attempted murder. Lora drops everything and catches the next flight to Seattle Washington to help her best friend. Unknown to Lora, the new attorney is also called to help his father’s best friend, that was in a car-wreck.

Beth will now have to try and explain to her husband the relationship she and Lora have shared since high-school, and Lora will have to explain her relationship with Beth to her new boyfriend, the attorney, and hope he doesn’t walk away.

No matter what happens, Lora and Beth have one thing that they both agree on; [ I will always love you first, and you will always come first. ] This is their pledge to each other.

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER ONE

LORA

Lora is having a difficult time waking up this morning, with her eyes refusing to function correctly and a pounding head from way too much champagne along with too many tears. Feeling a little depressed after watching her best friend Beth say “I do”, she disappointingly mumbled to herself.

“How could she do this to me? Go and get married, and then move all the way to Seattle Washington. We promised to be best friends: like forever.”

Lora is twenty-nine with looks of a goddess: long blond hair, and deep-blue eyes; five-eleven, weighing one-thirty-five, with a body that would make most models stop and take notice.

She put her right foot flat on the floor in the attempt to stop the room from spinning, then slowly pulled herself into a sitting position on the side of the bed. She placed her head into her hands, trying to control the throbbing pain as she softly vowed.

“Lord help me get over this one and I will get over the nest one on my own.”

Painstakingly she rose to her feet, which caused the pulsation in her head to become unbearable. It took a moment to get her equilibrium straight with the sunlight streaming in through the window, worsening the agony. She tightly squeezed her eyes together while blindly fumbled to close the curtains, then whispered to herself over and over.

“Shower, … shower, … shower.”

Looking out through small slits between her eyelids, she teetered meticulously in the direction of the bathroom.

Lora lives on the upper west side of Houston Texas in a new three-story apartment complex, which is nothing you would want to write home about, but it’s what she calls home. She works at an eight-story office building located downtown where her job consists of sitting behind a large crescent moon style desk just inside big sliding glass doors, for all to see. It’s not her dream job, but considering what she is being paid, she can’t seem to find anything comparable.

After the long comforting shower, she dried her hair and carefully put the curls in. Without the effort her hair was straighter than straight, then her routine makeup, not too much as to cover up her natural beauty. She stood admiring herself in the full-length mirror before getting dressed and paid herself a complement with a smile.

“You are gorgeous.”

She loves her walk-in closet and entered to shop through the variety of top-of-the-line skirts, finding one that was just long enough to pass as respectable. With a sly grin, she picked out a low-cut blouse that showed just the right amount of her well-developed cleavage, then slowly began to get dressed. Her mind considered how Beth was feeling this morning, waking up next to the man of her dreams, then complained to herself while opening a bottle of aspirin.

“I do not want to work today.”

Lora closed and locked her front door, then headed toward her bright red convertible vet while still grumbling.

“How can Beth find a good man and get married so quickly, I can’t even find a decent boyfriend. Come on guys, I’m gorgeous, intelligent, and I am interesting,”

She pressed down on the gas-paddle and bullied her way onto the freeway. This morning’s traffic was stop-and-go for miles, and by the time she reached the parking garage the vet was overheating. She cursed the Houston traffic as she quickly walked the two blocks to get to the office building and through the big sliding glass doors where she works. With a bit of emptiness within, the day seemed to drag on and on as she sat behind her half circle desk. With her life-long girlfriend getting married and moving all the way across the country, it was difficult to be courteous to others.

“Mr.  So and So.” Someone would ask with a dreary attitude.

“Fourth~ floor.” She would answer with a sweet smile and soft voice.

“Miss Someone.” A voice would demand, like she should have already known whom they wanted.

“Third~ floor.” She would answer.

On and on and on this went all morning long, then suddenly a manly tone with a friendly sound echoed through the lobby.

“How are you today, Miss Thompson?”

Lora did not recognize the voice and turned to see who is speaking, and there stood Tom Sealmon, a new resident of the building giving a gentle smile in her direction. She gave an alluring smile back and responded with an amatory voice.

“I am doing fine Mr. Sealmon, and how is your day going?”

Tom Sealmon is thirty-four, six-four, and a solid two-hundred-twenty lbs. brown hair and brown eyes with a body that screams home gym. Lora had become obsessed with the way he strutted his butt, and watched his sexy frame walk across the lobby with briefcase in hand as he responded.

“Hopefully, it will improve.”

          She kept her eyes lock on him until he disappeared into the elevator, then whispered to herself.

“A very handsome man.”

Lora finally shook her head and looked back down at her desk with an admittance.

“I really need to get laid.”

Tom Sealmon is a lawyer from Seattle Washington who just recently moved to Houston Texas. Since passing the Texas state bar exam, he now holds licenses to practice in both states. He had chosen this particular building because of its close vicinity to the courthouse where he would be spending a great deal of his time. He knew he had made the right decision every morning when he walked through the huge sliding glass doors of the office building and looked behind the half circle desk.

He made his way down the busy sidewalk over to the city jail to meet a potential client, then followed an officer down the long hallway to where the holding cells were. He walked into the room with a one-inch-thick folder in hand and dropped it down on the table with a hard thud. Taking a seat across from a crazy looking man, he leaned back in his chair, giving a cold stare across the table as he spoke loudly.

“Wares: really; Wares, how original. Murder one, four eyewitnesses say they know you personally, you had the gun in your pocket, and to top it all off you ran: What say you?”

The large scar face man pounded both of his fists down hard on the table and shouted.

“I was framed.”

          Tom angrily countered.

“Bullshit: if you take the deal, I can get you life. If you take this to court, you will get death. I will give you a few days to think it over.”

He stood and started toward the door with the folder in hand when Wares abruptly stood, causing his chair to tumble over to the floor with a loud bang as he countered.

“Is that all you got boy; you are fired.”

Tom slowly strolled out the door chuckling to himself without looking back.

“The day is improving already.”

He took his sweet time walking back to the office, contemplating his situation. He strolled down the busy sidewalk weighing the pros-and-cons concerning life in Houston. He had thought that moving his law practice to a huge city was a great idea, there would be more clientele here in Houston than what he had in Seattle which would help advance his career. Now he was having second thoughts about his initial thinking, but having the supermodel, Lora, waiting to greet him every morning made it worth the effort. He clarified his conclusion to himself as he slowly approached the big sliding glass doors that led into the high-rise office building.

“Houston really sucks.”

Lora watched him mumbling across the lobby heading toward the elevators as if he was lost in another world. Her sweet voice instantly brought him back to reality, giving him paused for a moment before responding.

“Early day Mr. Sealmon?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He answered, then continued slowly strolling across the lobby and down the hall toward the elevator. Lora could not peel her eyes away from his tight sexy butt walking down the hall, but quickly looked down at her desk attempting to look busy when he turn and start back in her direction. As he reached her desk she gazed up with her best smile.

“Yes Mr. Sealmon, what can I do for you today?”

Tom stood staring up at the ceiling like he was searching for an excuse.

“If anyone ask for me tell them~~ Tell them I am out for the day.”

          She slyly questioned him, hoping her interrogation technique would not be detected.

“Does that include mother, girlfriend, or wife?”

          Unsuspectingly, he quickly answered.

“No girlfriend, no wife, and my mom is in Seattle Washington.”

She gave a sensual glance his way, perfectly content with his reply, then with her sexiest voice and best enticing smile agreed.

“You got it.”

“Thank you, Miss. Thompson.”

He gave his best smile, then turned and began his slow walk down the hall toward the elevator.  Again Lora could not keep herself from watching his tight, sexy butt all the way to the elevator. It has been at least three months since her last intimate interlude, and she was feeling it. Once his sexy butt disappear into the elevator, she headed to the restroom to clean up the wet moisture that was completely beyond her control while making a confession to herself.

“I definitely need to get laid.”

Tom adjusted the large bulge inside his pants to a more comfortable position and commented to himself.

“Damn, what a beautiful woman; and I’ll bet she knows it.”

He sat in his office reading a file on one of his clients; D.U.I. case; He knew the man was guilty as hell because the two times he met the man in his office, he reeked with the odor of whisky and his speech was slurred. His mind continuously drifted back to the image of the low-cut blouse the blond goddess had worn today and was glad when the time came to turn off the lights, lock the office door, and go down the elevator to where the supermodel would be waiting to say goodnight. Lora as well was waiting to see his sexy frame walk across the lobby and out the big glass doors.

When Lora got home she put on a pair of stretchy pajamas and relaxed on her leather couch, then made an attempt at reading the new romance novel she stopped and bought on the way home. With her mind constantly returning to the image of Tom’s sexy butt that was etched into her psyche, she put down the book and turned on the big screen.

“Screw it, I’ll watch a movie.”

She was proud when she graduated first in her college law class, even though she has no desire to take the bar exam, nor did she want to practice as a lawyer in a courtroom. With the movie still playing on the big screen, she faded off to sleep while thinking about her dream job of being the head of the secretarial department of a large law firm.

Beth has now been living in Seattle Washington with her new husband for three weeks, an attractive woman, twenty-nine-years-old, five-six, with long natural red hair; sky-blue eyes, one-hundred-ten lbs.

She and Lora had first met in high-school where they immediately became inseparable, doing everything together. Most weekends involved sleepovers, either Beth would sleep over at Lora’s, or Lora would stay at Beth’s, then roommates all through college. Beth had also graduated top in their law class but chose private investigation for a career.

“Much more exciting.” She told Lora after graduating college.

They talked almost every day, like two schoolgirls that did not want to miss a thing. Beth would tell Lora all about the crazy wilderness that surrounded her new two-story house just a little north of Seattle, then she would go on-and-on about Paul. Lora would always listen with intensity about her new husband, a mythical handsome man that successfully managed to capture the heart of her best friend, whom she loved more than life itself. To Lora, that said a great deal about Paul’s wonderful character, and she had always considered him a good man; after all, he made Beth exceptionally happy. Then Lora would tell her about the new attorney that recently moved into the building, and the way his sexy butt wiggled as he walked down the hall. Beth replied with her cute little giggle, which always made Lora tingle inside.

“Is that all you got?”

          Lora retorted with a giggle of her own.

“Yeah: my boring life in Houston.”

Suddenly, Beth got a serious sound in her voice with a joking suggestion.

“Well, get him into the bedroom; then we can compare notes.”

Lora responded with a little sarcasm in her voice, just to agitate Beth.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell.”

Beth hesitated for a moment, then countered with a bit of concern prevalent in her voice.

“We have always told each other everything; no secrets, remember?”

“Yeah-yeah; I know we do, love.” Lora giggled.

          Beth quickly made an announcement in a soft loving voice.

“Paul is home; I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you and you will always come first.”

“Okay, Babe; I love you and you will always come first.” Lora replied.

Lora hung up the phone and began to get ready for her nightly date with the big screen.

Beth’s new husband, Paul Benson, is a touch above the average man, six-one, brown hair and brown eyes, one-hundred-sixty-five lbs.; he also enjoyed the elation of the private investigation career. The two met in Tucson Arizona at an I-spy convention, where once a year a large group would gather to check out new gadgets they could use in their work, then they were married six months later.

“Love at first sight.” Beth had told Lora.

Lora’s same old morning routine: take a shower, then curl the hair; a short skirt and low-cut blouse, makeup; then go sit behind her half circle desk. Third floor: Sixth floor: Fifth floor: he’s not here, on-and-on-and on. This same old routine day in and day out was starting to get a little monotonous. She was getting a bit restless, and continuously tried convincing herself what the cure was.

“If I could just get one good lay, everything would be better.”

She knew the problem went much deeper than that, she was missing Beth so much it hurt. At the end of the long day, she watched Tom’s backside while he walked across the lobby toward the big sliding glass doors. She always looked forward to this part of the day, it gave her a tingle deep down inside her private place and caused an uncontrollable moisture to completely soak her panties, which almost made the repetitiveness of this job worthwhile.

“I will see you tomorrow Mr. Sealmon.”

Tom looked back and gave her a wink and a smile as he exited through the doors.

‘I’m looking forward to it.”

Lora felt that little private tingle become a bit stronger as she whispered to herself.

‘I’m damned sure looking forward to it myself.”

She had a restless night of tossing and turning with a desire that just could not quite be satisfied, no matter how hard she tried, or what toy she played with.

As the morning sun seeped in through the curtains, Lora laid awake in bed allowing her mind to fantasy’s about all the ways she would slowly and exotically undress Tom, and all the many ways she knew how to satisfy a man. She pulled herself upright and back to reality, then mumbled her way toward the bathroom.

“Damn you Beth and your damn Paul; shower: shower: shower.”

This morning she spent a little more time installing the curls into her hair, and a little more care in putting on her makeup, then choosing a skirt that was a smidgen too short and a blouse a tad too low cut, then stood for a moment admiring herself in the full-length mirror.

“Damn, you are gorgeous.”

Tom shaved a little closer this morning and made sure his hair was just right, then choose his best suit; the one that fit tightly around his butt. Unknown to Lora, he could see her reflection in the window at the end of the hall as he slowly strolled toward the elevator, staring at his back side. Before heading out the door he turned side to side looking into his mirror.

“Damn, you look good.”

He strolled through the big sliding glass doors with an extra stride in his step, feeling good about the day ahead and gave Lora a warm smile.

“Top of the day, Miss. Thompson.”

“Good morning Mr. Sealmon.” Lora returned with her sweet smile.

She could not peel her eyes away as he walked down the hall, then before stepping into the elevator he glanced back at her with a wink and a smile. His actions, along with the tight-fitting pants, caused her tingle to go into full blown squirts. As the elevator doors closed she instantly made her way to the restroom for a cleanup.

Lora has a medical condition she keeps confidential, not even reviling it to her best friend and college roommate. The receptors running from her vagina up to the brain are excessively reactive, and every time she gets excited these receptors caused her vagina to become quite moist; when nervous the moisture becomes even more excessive, to the point of running down her legs; when frightened or panicked, she goes into overwhelming, squirting, long orgasm.

Tom had spent most of the day at city lockup talking to prospective clients and was convinced most of them were guilty as hell. He talked to seven men, but only found one with, ‘a shadow of a doubt. He slowly made his way back toward the office while talking to himself.

“I have to look in the mirror tomorrow.”

After a long hard day, he was ready to call it quits and lock his office door. Lora sat patiently waiting for him to exit the elevator and walk across the lobby, so to give herself an up-to-date vision that could use in her fantasy tonight. He exited the elevator and made his way across the lobby, giving her a wink and a smile as he passed her desk. She discreetly watched his backside walk toward the big sliding glass doors as she spoke with her sexiest voice.

“I will see you tomorrow Mr. Sealmon.”

Tom raised his hand in the air and gave a backward wave while yelling back as he continued walking across the lobby.

“No, tomorrow is Saturday.”

Lora acknowledged her mistake while trying her best to remove his pants with her eyes.

“Yes, my mistake.”

Quickly, she looked down and pretended to be busy when he stopped, then turned back and strutted toward her desk. When he reached the half circle desk he stood tall, struggling to keep his eyes on Lora’s face and not let them drift down.

“Miss. Thompson, may I have your phone number and call you at home?”

Lora glanced up with an erotic smile.

“Yes, you may; but you must call me Lora.”

Without standing, she offered a business card, trying desperately to hide her continuing orgasm as he replied.

“I can do that Lora, call me Tom. I will call you later.”

She quickly responded as he took a moment to read the card she had given him.

“Don’t wait to long.”

Tom slowly moved his eyes from the card back to her pretty face with a comment.

“So, you are a paralegal.”

She did her best not to squiggle around, because the moisture was now seeping out from her panties and onto the chair.

“Yes, I can do more than just look pretty and answer the phone.”

“Promise; I will call you later.” Tom assured.

He turned and headed across the lobby toward the doors, and as soon as he was outside, Lora headed in the direction of the restroom.

She sang to herself on the long drive home and all the way to the front door of her apartment.

“I am going to get laid: I am going to get laid : I am going to get laid.”

She slipped into her stretchy pajamas and relaxed into her leather couch, then turned on the big screen. She held her smart phone while flipping through the channels, trying to find a decent movie to occupy her mind.

“I should call Beth and tell her about…. I’m going to get laid: maybe I will wait until it actually happens.”

Suddenly she jumped, then giggled at herself when the phone rang unexpectedly. Beth Benson is what she read on her phone screen, and quickly muted the big screen so she could her bestie.

“Hey, Babe; I was just thinking about you.”

Beth began to speak with short trembling breaths and crying sounds.

“O God Lora, it’s terrible; it’s just terrible, and I don’t know what to do; I need you Lora.”

          Lora was now afraid something was wrong with her bestie, or her man, as she tried to calm her.

“Beth: Beth, calm down sweetheart; tell me what’s going on: are you or Paul hurt?”

“No: no, I think he is okay” She replied.

Relieved that she and Paul were safe and sound, Lora took a deep breath and spoke with a calm voice, still trying to calm Beth.

“Okay; Calm down sweetheart; tell me what’s wrong.”

Beth took a deep breath and tried to get control of her emotions.

“God Lora, it’s bad; Paul’s uncle has been in a car wreck, and he is in a coma.”

“I am so sorry Beth; tell me what you need me to do.” Lora replied.

She could hear Beth’s voice beginning to tremble once again.

“That is not the bad part, Lora; Paul thinks it was not an accident, and he is investigating it as a crime.”

Lora’s receptors were now in overdrive, and her voice was filled with anxiety.

“WHAT! Paul thinks someone is trying to kill his uncle?”

Unknown to Lora, Beth suffered from the same receptor situation as she did, and Beth’s orgasms were also out of control.

“YES! What am I supposed to do Lora?”

          Lora immediately responded.

 “I will be there Sunday.”

The last thing Beth wanted to do was interfere with Lora’s job.

“Can you take time off work?”

“Beth, I will see you Sunday.” She replied with authority.

Beth began to calm herself with deep shaky breaths.

“Text me when you will arrive; I will pick you up.”

          Lora opposed her offer, then gave Beth instructions.

“No, love; I can get a cab; you wait right there, and I will see you soon.”

“You are the best friend I could ever have.” Beth lovingly confirmed.

“I love you; you will always come first.” Lora assured in a soft and sincere voice.

“I will always love you, and you will always come first; I will see you Sunday.” Beth whispered with relief.

Lora immediately went to her second bedroom she used for storage and retrieved two of her best Sonsonate limited edition suitcases. She carried them both into her bedroom and opened them up on the bed, then went into her walk-in closet while talking to herself.

“Long sleeve shirts; long pants; light jacket, and I’ll need something water resistant; it’s always raining in Seattle Washington.”

After packing her suitcases to the brim, she sat on the edge of the four-poster bed conversing with herself if she may have forgotten anything. She had called the moving and storage company to take care of her vet and booked her flight. Now, lost in deep thought, the sudden ring from her smart phone caused her to jump. {Tom Sealmon} is what she read on the caller I.D. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment and whispered.

“Gees: Not now.”

She tried her best to hide the anxiety in her voice when answering the phone.

“This is Lora.”

Tom immediately picked up on the intensity prevalent in her voice.

“Lora, this is Tom; did I call at a bad time?”

“Yes Tom, I have an emergency and I can’t talk right now.” She conveyed.

“I’m sorry, can I call you tomorrow?” He asked.

“No Tom: gees: I have been wanting to talk to you for a long time, so please don’t think I’m blowing you off.” She quickly explained.

Tom was now growing more concerned as to what the crisis might be.

“No: No, of course not; is there anything I can help with?”

She desperately tried to gain control of her crazy receptors as she responded.

“No Tom; my girlfriend got married and moved out of state about a month ago, and she needs me to come and help her; but thank you for asking.”

Tom’s mind brought forth a picture of Lora in her low-cut blouse.

“Well, I hope it doesn’t take you away for too long; I will miss seeing that pretty smile of yours every morning.”

Lora’s mind retrieved an image of his sexy butt as she responded with her sexy voice.

“Thank you Tom; I promise I will call as soon as I know what’s going on. I have got to run, so bye for now.”

“Okay; I’m here if you need me; bye for now.” He confirmed with authority.

Paul had spent the day knee-deep in paperwork, accomplishing the task of securing custody of his uncle’s wrecked car. He hurried through the front door looking forward to a hot shower as Beth met him halfway down the hall with a kiss and loving embrace.

“I talked to Lora; she will be here sometime Sunday.”

Paul gave her a peck on the neck, then turned and started down the hall.

“Good-good, I’m glad she can come up and be with us for a while.”

Beth quickly followed him down the hallway and through the living room.

“Paul; I need to talk to you about Lora and our friendship.”

He kept a steady pace toward the stairs that would take him to a well-deserved shower.

“I already know how much you love and care for Lora.”

“No Paul, I don’t think you do.” Beth stipulated.

He stopped and turned to look at her as he countered.

“Yes: Yes I do, now I need a shower; would you care to join me?”

Beth immediately grabbed hold of his arm and quickly pulled him up the stairs, anticipating the relief she would soon be getting concerning her receptor problem.

“Yes: Yes I would.”

Lora was thankful that the yellow cab had recently been cleaned and the driver was a decent conversationalist, it made the long ride to the airport enjoyable. The people around her gave strange looks as she entered the airport to catch her flight while singing out loud.

“I’m not getting laid: I’m not getting laid.”

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER TWO

SEATTLE WASHINGTON

Lora patiently stood under the canopy at the airport in Seattle Washington, watching a light drizzle of rain falling. An older man that looked to be in need of a washing carelessly threw her expensive Sonsonate luggage into the trunk of his dirty cab and was now reconsidering the argument she had earlier with Beth about taking a cab. She tried her best not to inhale while placing her hand up to cover her nostrils, then considered rolling down the window but it was raining. The cab really stank, and Lora stared at the small hairy green spot on the back of the front seat as she took small quick breaths while thinking to herself.

“Note to self; never use a cab in Seattle.”

Tingles flutter within her when she saw Beth impatiently waiting on the front porch with anticipation. Lora had the door open before the cab came to a complete stop, and Beth was right there pulling her from the vehicle into a loving embrace with a whisper.

“God, I have missed you so much.”

She pulled Lora’s face into hers, giving a consenting kiss. Lora was trying to keep control of her receptors as she held her best friend in her arms.

“I have missed you also sweetheart; but remember, you are the one that moved halfway around the world.”

“Yeah-yeah; but I still love you most.” Beth countered.

Beth helped take the luggage from the trunk as the driver kept his seat, then they headed for the house. She led the way down the entryway and into the living room where they left the luggage, then she pulled Lora into the kitchen where fresh coffee was waiting. As they sat drinking their first cup and Lora would start to speak, Beth would hold her index finger up to Lora’s lips to hush her. They sat in silence taking in each other’s beauty, then Lora mixed cream and sugar into her second cup as she began to speak.

“Okay love; what is going on?”

Beth raised her hand up to her nostrils and gave out one of her famous giggle with a recommendation.

“First things first; you really need a shower.”

Lora stared across the table with a cute smile, remembering how bad the taxi had smelled.

“Yes, I already know that.”

Beth had a tremendous smile on her face as she reached across the table, taking her by the hand with an enticing proposition.

“Well, come with me and I will show you your room with your own private bathroom; and if you are nice, I will wash your back for you.”

Lora could see Beth’s butt cheeks peeking out from under her short skirt as she followed her up the stairs, then whispered as she began to feel that warm familiar tingle deep down inside.

“I will be extra nice; promise.”

After a very long enthralling and satisfying shower they silently sat at the kitchen table, then Lora reached and gently took hold of Beth’s hand and started the conversation.

“Okay sweetheart, you have to talk to me.”

Beth stared intensely and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“I know: I know; it’s just so good to see you.”

“Yes, and I have missed you also; but now let’s get to Paul’s uncle: what’s up?” Lora continued.

          Beth’s voice trembled, and her eyes filled with water as she began to explain what happened.

“Okay: Paul’s Uncle Steve lost control of his car about ten miles west of town and hit a tree; now….God Lora, he is in a coma.”

“Was there any other vehicles involved, or any witnesses?” Lora asked.

Beth took a deep breath to calm herself down before answering.

“No,: No witnesses.”

“So why does Paul think something’s fishy?” Lora questioned.

“I don’t know, maybe his Uncles work.” Beth guessed.

Lora replied with a wrinkled forehead and confused look.

“I thought he was an attorney.”

Beth began to squirm in her seat with anxiety when her receptors begin to intensify.

“Yes; but he specializes in environmental law thingies.”

Lora could see she was beginning to get upset and decided to continue their conversation later.

“Okay, sweetie; let’s go to town and have a late lunch, and we can talk more when Paul gets home.”

Beth jumped to her feet, enthusiastically pulling her toward the front door.

“Yes: Yes, that would be nice.”

The rest of the evening was spent going to the tailor for a custom-made suit of clothes, then to Beth’s favorite restaurant where they served the best juicy burgers in town. To complete their day’s events, they treated themselves to a pedicure and a facial. Lora paid close attention to her bestie throughout the evening, determining her marriage hadn’t changed her one iota. She was still the exact same gorgeous girl that Lora fell in love with back in high school.

Paul spent the day moving Steve’s car over to his mechanic’s shop, and when he walked through the front door he was tired, dirty, and greasy; not what he expected a private investigator to have in his portfolio. Seeing Beth coming toward him with her beautiful smile seemed to make the world turn upright, and she put her arms around his neck and bounced up and down with excitement.

“Lora made it in this afternoon.”

“Great, but first things first, I really need an immediate shower.” He responded.

He gave Beth a loving hug as he rubbed dirt and grease all over her, then Beth yelled out to Lora as she led Paul up the stairs.

“Paul needs a shower. We will be back down in an hour or so.”

“That’s not fair.” Lora returned in a loud and joking voice.

Lora made her way to the couch and turned on the big screen as Beth yelled out once again before disappearing into the bathroom.

“I’ll make it up to you later”

Lora sat and patiently waited in front of the big screen until the duo appeared from the misty wet fog. She could not help but notice the rosy color of satisfaction in Beth’s cheeks and lips as they gathered around the kitchen table, and that gave Lora a pleasant feeling deep down inside. Paul gave Lora a greeting embrace as she started the conversation.

“Okay Paul, can I ask you why you think that this wasn’t an accident?”

To keep the conversation light, Beth giggled with her hands on her hips, making a comment about Lora and Paul’s tight embrace. 

“Oh, I see; you just want my man.”

Paul was intrigued by Lora’s interest and held onto her arms as he answered.

“Yes: Yes you can; about a week before his accident Uncle Steve called and said he had a job for me, and it might be dangerous.”

Lora and Beth yelled simultaneously at each other as their receptors went wild.

“Oh-my-god!”

Beth turned and gave Paul a hard stare and spoke with a touch of anger in her voice.

“Wait; you never said anything to me about this.”

Paul released the grip he had on Lora’s arms and gave Beth his best puppy-eyed explanation.

“Like I said, it was going to be dangerous.”

Feeling a bit betrayed, Beth kept her cold hard stare on him.

“Oh Hell no; we are in this together or we are not doing this at all!”

Paul held his hands up in surrender as he moved toward her.

“Okay-okay; I’m sorry.”

Lora’s mind began to feel a bit of danger as she requested more information.

“So what was Steve working on; do you have any idea?”

Paul slowly looked up toward the ceiling as he wrapped his arms around Beth.

“Nope: No idea.”

Beth squeezed into his embrace, also feeling the bite of fear creeping into her receptors.

“How can we find out?”

Paul released her and pointed for everyone to take a seat at the table.

“Not until Aunt Nancy’s attorney gets here to take over the law office.”

“Are you saying she hired an attorney from out of town?” Lora asked with surprise.

“Yes, she said he’s an old friend of the family; but I have never met him. She said he will be here in two or three days.” Paul answered.

          Lora quickly pointed out the obvious.

“So that means we are stuck until our mystery lawyer shows up: right?”

“Yes; unless Joe the mechanic finds something wrong with the car.” Paul countered.

Beth jumped up and grabbed him and Lora by the hand, pulling them toward the living room with redirection.

“Well, I guess we are just going to watch a movie for tonight.”

The next morning, Paul slept a bit longer than he usually did, and when he walked into the kitchen he noticed the curtain to the sliding patio door was open. He hummed a tune while slowly pouring his coffee, then walked over and looked out across the pool. He became entranced at the two of most beautiful women he had ever seen sunbathing beside the pool, with just their hair ties as attire. Beth’s red hair brought a smile to his face, every place she allowed hair to grow was deep red. He could not help but notice Lora’s hair was naturally black, even though the hair on the top of her head was naturally light blond, but they both had a shiny tan on their erotic nude butt’s. It took every fiber in his body to force himself to turn and walk away, whispering to himself as he quickly strolled out to his car shaking his head with every step.

“Damn-damn-damn.”

He opened the door on his black jag with a pause, looking back toward the house with a curious smile on his face. He was satisfied with his bride’s participation in the husband-wife relationship last-night, but now was wondering if he really knew just how deep the relationship between these two women went.

Lora and Beth were lying relaxing by the pool as they listened to his jag rumbling out the drive, then Beth teased her bestie.

“I bought something for us yesterday.”

Reaching into her tote bag beside the blanket, she retrieved a small bottle of strawberry flavored lotion with breath-action heat with a label that read, Dangerous Love.

Lora stared into her eyes with a sly grin as she watched her take the top off the bottle, then questioned her.

“Have you told Paul about us?”

          Beth squeezed a generous amount of liquid from the bottle into the palm of her hand as she assured Lora it wasn’t a biggy.

“Well; I tried one time, but he said he already knows; then he distracted me with the whole shower thingy. I will soon; I promise.”

Beth began to gently rub the heat action lotion onto Lora’s luxurious soft firm breasts, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure. She softly blew a warm breath across her raised nipples, initiating the heat action within the unguent. Lora’s body surged with ecstasy, and she promptly reached to draw Beth’s warm body into her own.

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER THREE

TOM’S DILEMMA

Tom sat out on his ten-ten-foot patio behind his two-bedroom condo, looking at the six-foot wood fence that entrapped him. He twisted the top off another bottle of beer and leaned back in his chair with an admittance.

“Damn, I miss the country.”

As he sipped on the beer his mind brought forth images of Lora’s sexy smile and low-cut blouse, then concluded to himself.

“What if she doesn’t come back? I have her number; I can always call.”

He jumped in his seat when his phone rang unexpectedly, {DAD} is what he read on the caller I.D.

“Hey, dad; what’s up?”

Walter Sealmon is a very large man; six-six, three-hundred lbs. of pure muscle, with a round baby face and a gray ponytail that reaches halfway down to the center of his back.

“You tell me; how is the wild Texas gun fight going?”

Walter could hear homesickness in his son’s voice when he confessed his disappointment.

“To be completely honest, dad; I’m not living the dream.”

Tom could hear hope overflow through his father’s voice.

“So you’re coming home?”

          Tom took a moment to take a sip of his beer, then spoke with a bit of pride in his voice.

“Well; I just met this girl, and I would like to see where it’s going.”

“Grandbabies are important.” Walter loudly chuckled out.

Tom straightened up in his chair and let his Father know he doesn’t kiss and tell.

“Okay, dad; I’m hanging up now, unless there is something else on your mind.”

“Yes Tom, there is.” Walter quickly replied.

That got Tom’s attention, the only time his father used his name instead of son was when it was an extremely important matter. He sat his beer down on the patio table and spoke with concern in his voice.

“What’s up dad?”

Walter took a deep breath, then his voice began to tremble.

“Steve has been in a bad accident, Tom; Nancy needs someone to tend to his law office, and I thought of you.”

Tom straightened up his back and leaned forward in his chair as a numbing sensation flowed over his body.

“Gees Dad; how bad is it?”

Walter took another deep breath to gather his thoughts.

“He is in a coma, Tom.”

Tom considered Steve as an uncle and Nancy as his aunt, they had been an important part of his life. Walter and Steve had gone to college together, and after a short career in the C.I.A., then Walter opened a new car dealership north of Seattle and Steve began to specialize in environmental law.

“Yes; yes, tell Aunt Nancy I will be there as soon as I can?”

Tom left his beer on the table and walked in the house toward the closet as Walter spoke with his voice full of pride.

“I knew I could count on you, son.”

“I will text you where and when to pick me up.” Tom replied.

Tom put his luggage on the bed and began to pack. His suitcases are not the limited edition, but they are Sonsonate. He was excited to have a legitimate reason for going home, though he did not like the purpose.

Paul spent all day at Joe’s mechanic shop inspecting Steve’s car, and when he walked in the front door, Lora and Beth were in the kitchen making sandwiches. Paul stood in the doorway slowly looking around as Beth glanced toward him with a smile.

“Ham and cheese all the way?”

Paul just stood staring out into space as if lost as Beth held up a sandwich and stared at him, then yelled.

“BABE!!”

Paul slowly moved his eyes over to her with a blank look and replied.

“I’m not really hungry.”

She put the sandwich onto a plate, then pulled him into a chair at the table.

“No: no sir, you are going to eat; sit, now.”

Paul looked up into her eyes and gave a conclusion as he rubbed his hands across the kitchen table.

“It wasn’t an accident.”

Beth gave him a tender hug from the back with a kiss on the neck, then whispered into his ear.

“I said eat first, talk later.”

The three of them sat and ate in silence as the words, [not an accident], echoed through Lora and Beth’s receptors. They both began to squirm in their chairs as they attempted to keep control of their small orgasms, but halfway through her sandwich, Lora was unable to restrain herself any longer.

“Okay: spill the beans: what’s going on?”

Tom met his father in the lobby of the airport with the traditional three hard slaps on the back so to say, this is a manly hug.

“I’m glad you are home.” Walter admitted.

Tom replied while Walter grabbed one of the suitcases and headed toward the exit.

“It’s good to be home.”

He followed Walter out the exit and onto the sidewalk, expecting to see one of his father’s new vehicles. He was surprised when Walter hailed a cab, then began to load Tom’s suitcases into the trunk.

“You didn’t bring a vehicle?” Tom asked in surprise.

Walter slid into the backseat of the cab as he explained the situation.

“Yes, but it’s too far to walk.”

Tom could not help but chuckle to himself when the car was only a half a mile away. Walter smiled as they exchanged the suitcases from the cab and into the back of a new Escalade S.U.V. than closed the hatch. Tom gave the S.U.V. a complement as he walked to the passenger door.

“Nice ride.”

Walter glanced over toward him with a tempting grin.

“Yeah: you can use it while you are here.”

“That will work; how is Aunt Nancy?” Tom asked.

Walter took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Well; she spends most of her time with Steve, as you can well imagine.”

Tom could not help but notice how much difference there was between Washington and Texas as he looked out the window and replied.

“I will go by and see them tomorrow when I go to his office.”

Walter straightened up and shifted in his seat and looked over at Tom.

“Well; I guess I should let you know about this particular situation we are having.”

“What’s up dad?” Tom asked.

“Have you ever met Paul Benson?” Walter asked.

Tom looked over at him with curiosity wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“No: No, I don’t believe I have.”

Walter did his best to speak in a calm and straight-forward voice.

“He is Steve’s nephew, a P.I., and he is raising a fuss about the wreck not being an accident.”

Tom quickly looked at Walter with wide eyes and a slight rise in his voice.

“Someone tried to kill Uncle Steve?”

Walter gave him a dismissal wave as he responded.

“No, I don’t think so; he is just emotional. Paul and Steve are very close; I just thought that you should know.”

Tom’s belly made a loud growling noise.

“Okay, I’m starving; let’s get home to mom.”

Tom and Walter found Martha waiting in the kitchen with a spread of cold-cuts with all the trimmings, and iced tea.

Martha is strappingly beauty herself; Five-ten, one-hundred-thirty-five lbs, with long wavy almond hair and resonating green eyes.

Tom gave her a tight embrace and slightly lifted her off the floor. She began her probing as soon as he had released her from his grip.

“So tell me about this new girl that you have in your life.”

Tom shouted over toward his father with his hands up in the air.

“DAD!”

Walter raised his arms up with a large smile on his face and gave an explanation.

“Well it’s hard to find new things to talk about after forty years.”

Tom answered his Mother while still giving his father the hardest of hard stares.

“Well; she works in the building where I rent my office; I just met her, so I don’t know too much about her, except she looks like a supermodel.”

After pouring their tea, Martha took her seat beside Walter.

“Well I can’t wait to meet her.”

After dinner, and family reunion, Tom took a shower and called it a night.

Nancy was sitting beside Steve’s bed when he walked into the hospital room. Tom was taken aback by the sight of Steve’s condition; he had lost his color and had all kinds of wires and tubes connected as he lay sleeping.

“Thank you Tom; thank you for coming.” Nancy greeted.

He gave her a hug then settled down in a chair next to Steve’s bed.

“There is no need to be thanking me Aunt Nancy; I am here, anything you need you just ask.”

He had run the questions he wanted to ask Nancy through his mind many times, but still hesitated when asking as casual as he could, not wanting to alarm the elderly women.

“Aunt Nancy, I need to ask; did Uncle Steve have anything unusual going on?”

          She took hold of Steve’s hand as she looked over at Tom with a tired eyes.

“Walter told you about Paul I gather; well just be nice to him, this has really hit him hard. Steve worked with the E.P.A,; everything he did was unusual.”

          He gave her a gentle kiss on the check, then replied.

“Okay, Aunt Nancy, I’ll be nice; I will talk to you later.”

He walked out the door and down the hall, gathering his nerves back together.

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER FOUR

THE EVIDENCE

Paul sat staring at his plate with the half-eaten sandwich as Beth placed her hand on his arm while she and Lora sat impatiently waiting in their uncontrollable puddles of wet juices.

“Sweetheart; did you hear Lora, what’s up?”

          Lora once again requested information.

“Yeah Sweetheart; spill the beans.”

Beth glanced over at her with the biggest and most content smile that Lora had seen on her in a very long time. Hearing Lora refer to Paul as sweetheart caused her to consider the three of them being in an intimate relationship, and she liked the thought.

Tom sat staring into space as he gave his answer.

“The big nut that holds the steering mechanism together is missing; Joe said that Uncle Steve would not have even had time to react.”

Lora reached over and gently took his hand while letting her mind recollect her attorney training.

“Okay; we need to get a second opinion; there is a car dealership just up the road a little.”

Paul glanced at her, then over at Beth as his mind began to reengage.

“Yes, your right; I will go over and talk to the mechanic.”

Lora gave him her best bedroom eyes and sexiest smile that she could deliver, then countered with erotic passion.

“Come on Paul, who do you think the mechanic would like to talk to more, you or me.”

He looked at her with a devious smile and agreed.

“Good point, you go; Beth and I will play Google it and see what is on the road where the accident happened.”

Lora jumped up and headed for the stairs while shouting back at the newlyweds.

“Okay, I need to go and wash up and change clothes first.”

Beth gave Paul a peck on the lips and quickly headed for the stairs as she shouted back at him.

“You stay here, Babe; I’m going to go help Lora.”

He could not help but notice that Lora and Beth both had large wet spots on their pants where their private parts were located when each left the room.

“O lord.” He muttered.

He took a seat in his recliner in the living room and turned on the big screen. Beth surprised Lora when she slowly opened the sliding glass door to the shower.

“BETH!” Lora shouted.

Beth put her hands around her waist and moved her over a bit to make room.

“It’s just me, I’m coming in.”

Lora was concerned this might cause problems between her and Paul as she made room.

“So you told Paul.”

Beth stepped through the shower door and wrapped herself into Lora’s arms.

“No, but he already knows; if not, he isn’t much of an investigator.”

Suddenly they both heard the volume on the big screen turn way up, then Beth softly whispered as she gently pressed their lips together.

“See, I told you so.”

Beth stood beside her man at the bottom of the stairs wrapped in her favorite bathrobe, with her fire-engine-red hair still wet, waiting for the Scarlett blond to make her debut. Lora looked stunning as she gracefully came down the stairs with just the right amount of curls in her hair, makeup perfected to where it did not interfere with her natural beauty, a short skirt virtually showing red lace bikini underwear with each step she took. Her blouse was open three quarter of the way down to her belly button with her nipples straining to keep themselves hidden. Beth held onto Paul’s arm with one hand as he stared, and with the other she slowly closed his mouth.

“That’s “MY” girlfriend.” She bolstered.

Lora paused for a second at the bottom of the stairs and gave an astounded Paul a gentle kiss on the cheek, then smiled as she headed for the door on her first-time investigation endeavor.

“Love you both, I’ll be back soon.”

It was late afternoon when Lora strolled across the showroom floor at the dealership, sporting two mini pads to help protect her panties from her nerves. She stopped to take a look at a new red convertible vet parked in the display area when she heard footsteps coming across the lobby. When she turned to look, she gasped at the sight of such a giant of a man coming her way.

“Okay, I am now officially in the lost land of the giants.” She whispered to herself.

With his best smile, Walter took notice the woman was dressed in top-of-the-line clothing.

“You and that vet make the perfect couple; shall I start the paperwork?”

Lora gave a lascivious smile as she jokingly replied to the giant.

“No, I already have one; but maybe something in a Mercury.”

Walter hovered above her with a clear view she had not considered and suspiciously questioned her.

“I don’t think I have any Mercury’s that would interest you, so how can I help you?”

Lora attempted to find a direction she could turn to abolish the giant’s view as she replied.

“To be perfectly honest, I just need to speak with a mechanic.”

Walter was enjoying making this beauty squirm and feel a bit uncomfortable as he looked down at her.

“Okay, what can I help you with?”

Lora began asking her question while moving her hands around so to cause her nipples to take a slight peek out from her low-cut blouse.

“Well, there is this part that is under the front of the car, and it connects the steering. It has this big nut holding it together. Can you tell me how hard it is to take the nut off?”

Walter took a step backward to get a good look at this goddess from head to toe.

“Very hard; that is a tapered nut, it’s made to go on and not come off.”

Lora had given up on attempting to conceal her nipples as she gave her best devious glance up at Walter.

“So it can’t just come loose and fall off?”

Walter began to get a little uneasy about the questions this beautiful woman was asking.

“Highly unlikely.”

          Her next question caused the large man to take an additional step back.

“If I take the nut off, how long would it take before the parts separate?”

Lora felt a rush of stupidity run over her, realizing that question was not a good one to be asking. Walter stood straight up in his tall frame and sternly gazed down at her.

“I don’t like your questions young lady.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just investigating an accident; thank you for your time.” She hastily said.

She quickly turned and started toward the door and had almost made it to the exit when Walter’s deep, loud voice echoed across the lobby.

“Are you working for Paul Benson?”

Lora spun around with a look of shock; this was the last thing she had expected. Walter took three giant steps and looked down right over Lora and spoke with a loud and frightening voice that shook her to her core.

“I’m talking to you, young lady.”

Lora began to tremble in fear at this giant of a man hovering right over top of her.

“Yes….sir…I… work with Paul.”

To her, Walter’s loud deep voice seemed to carry on forever.

“You tell Paul to be at Steve’s office tomorrow, ten a.m., sharp.”

Tears began seeping out from the corners of Lora’s eyes as her receptors went fanatical.

“Yes… sir.”

She stood frozen with fright with the giant hovering over her, then Walter pointed toward the door that led out into the parking-lot as he shouted.

“You can go now!”

Lora turned and walked as fast as she could without running, her mini pads had long stopped working and her receptors were now in full-blown orgasm mode. She slowly pulled out of the parking-lot and began chastising herself as constant squirts of natural female lubricant ran down her legs.

“Stop it damn it, just stop; you are not supposed to be having these feelings damnit, you are terrified.”

It seemed to take forever to get the four miles back to Beth’s house with uncontrollable tingling squirts of love juices soaking into the cloth driver-seat of Beth’s new ranger pickup. Tears streamed down her cheeks causing mascara to smear down her face as she walked through the front door. When Beth saw her enter, she jumped to her feet and ran to take Lora into her arms and could feel every inch of Lora’s body trembling.

“Oh my God sweetheart; what happened?”

Lora buried her face into Beth’s shoulder and muttered between short breaths.

“Giant….ten feet tall…..very pissed.”

Paul put an arm around Lora and gently rubbed her shoulder.

“What are you talking about?”

Lora quickly shouted, as if Paul had set her up for the fall.

“Your big friend at the car lot, that’s what I’m talking about.”

He took a step back to get a good look at her as he responded.

“Lora, I don’t know anyone at that car lot.”

“Well he damned sure knows you, and he said for you to be at Steve’s office tomorrow at ten a.m.” Lora countered.

She held onto Beth as if her life depended on it as Paul reached and pulled his jacket from the coat-rack.

“I’ll go see who this character is.”

Still cradled into Beth’s arms. Lora quickly countered.

“NO! No Paul, did I mention he is ten feet tall and pissed: I did say he is pissed, right? please Paul, wait until tomorrow; please.”

Paul paused for a moment and looked at Lora cradled in his wife’s arms, then hung his jacket back in its place and conceded while walking back toward his seat.

“Okay, tomorrow.”

Beth could feel the moisture soaking through Lora’s skirt, and the moisture seeping through her own pants.

“Let’s go upstairs and get you all cleaned up, Babe.”

Lora softly spoke as Beth help steady her up the stairs.

“Beth, I have never been so damn scared in my entire life.”

After a quick shower, they laid across the bed holding onto each other’s arms. Beth looked into Lora’s eyes and whispered in a low and shaky voice.

“Lora, I want to tell you something.”

Lora felt her trembling and instantly forgot about her scary event as she became concerned about her girlfriend.

“Okay, sweetheart; what’s up?”

Beth stared deep into her eyes for a moment before admitting her problem.

“I have a medical condition that I can’t do anything about.”

Lora drew back so she could see her more clearly as she scolded her.

“WHAT! Have you been keeping a secret from me?”

Beth looked down to avoid eye contact and quietly answered.

‘Well it is a little embarrassing, Lora.”

Bad things ran through Lora’s mind as she reached and grabbed Beth’s arms as a hot tingling surged through her receptors, causing moisture to begin flowing once again.

“If something is wrong with you, then you better tell me now.”

In a straightforward way, and still looking down, Beth confessed quickly so to get it out.

“Okay, here is the deal; when I get scared or if I get frightened, or if I even think something bad is going to happen, I begin to have these uncontrollable orgasms; and I can’t stop them, the more I try the more intense they become.”

Lora pulled her into a loving embrace with a constant giggle in her voice.

“Oh….my….god.”

          With tear-filled eyes, Beth hid her face in her hands as she spoke.

“I knew I should not have said anything, now you are laughing at me.”

Lora gently took her hand and put it between her legs so she could feel the juices that were flowing.

“No; no, Sweetheart; I thought you were dying or something, do not ever scare me like that again. Look, we are going to have to clean the seat in your pickup.”

Beth’s eyes grew large as she felt the extreme moisture flowing from Lora.

“You to!”

          Lora softly answered before pulling her into a loving kiss.

“Yes babe, me to; I like to call it, Dangerous Love.”

She slowly kissed her way down Beth’s warm smooth body, causing her to moan with pleasure.

Tom arrived at his parents’ house late. He was slowly walking down the hall toward the kitchen when he heard his father call out from his study.

“Tom, come in here please-sir.”

Tom froze for a moment knowing that his father only used his name in order to indicate the importance of the situation. He stepped through the door into Walter’s study.

“Yeah, dad; what’s up?”

Walter pointed at the chair across from his desk.

“Close the door and take a seat.”

“Okay” Tom cautiously replied.

He closed the door and slowly sat down in his seat as if he was a teenager who had just got caught smoking. Walter poured two glasses half full of brandy and handed one to Tom.

“Have you met Paul Benson yet?”

Tom swirled the expensive liquid around in his glass as he answered.

“No, not yet; why do you ask?”

Walter took a stout drink from his glass before responding.

“Well you will meet him tomorrow at ten a.m. at Steve’s office.”

Tom turned up his glass, chugging down its content, then sat it on the table and pointed for a refill.

“Okay; what happened?”

Walter refilled their glasses with his best private bottle of brandy as he chuckled.

“His assistant came by the car lot; it seems Paul thinks he found something; I must say she was as intelligent as she looked and definitely a looker. I’m willing to bet that she had to change when she got back home.”

Tom enjoyed the twirling around of his glass of brandy as he stared at his glass.

“Really now; so what do you want me to do?”

Walter stood up and downed his brandy before clarifying.

“Just listen, Tom; just listen.”

Following his father’s lead, Tom also stood and downed his glass of brandy before replying.

“I will do that.”

Walter slowly headed for the door.

“Mom is waiting, let’s go eat.”

Tom commented while following his father down the hall, filled with the aroma of dinner.

“I smell cornbread.”

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER FIVE

MEETING OF THE MINDS

Paul fell asleep alone on the sofa but woke with Beth cuddled in his arms, he smiled while watching her giggling in her sleep, being completely comfortable in their relationship. He carefully and quietly slipped from the couch and quickly went and showered, then gave Beth a kiss on her cheek before heading out to Steve’s office.

He sat looking over some of Steve’s case files, which most were simple, nothing more than small hazardous waste spills. His clients were not trying to argue about guilt or innocence, just how much the fine would be.

“I could get use to this.”

Paul slowly opened the door and stuck his head in and slowly looked all around the room before entering. Tom watched in amusement as he slithered into the room, then asked.

“Is there a problem?”

Paul introduced himself and held out his hand as he walked across the room

“Paul Benson; just looking for a ten-foot tall pissed off giant.”

Tom chuckled as he reached and shook his hand.

“Tom Sealmon; yeah, my dad can be a little intimidating when he wants to be.”

Lora and Beth sat at the Kitchen table with their laptops, investigating what companies were along the highway where Steve had his accident, then Lora glanced up with a discerning look.

“I can’t find anything on this Delay Corp.”

With both girls sitting nude, Beth stared into her eyes with a big smile before responding.

“Yes! Just a front page and then nothing.”

          After a long moment of staring at each other, they both shouted simultaneously.

!!ROAD TRIP!!

They quickly shut down their laptops and headed up the stairs to put on some clothes. As Beth followed her girlfriend up the steps, Lora’s naked butt was right in her face, and she realized this was going to take a while. Lora was ruffling through her pantie drawer when Beth walked up behind, gently slipping her arms around Lora’s waist then gently cupping her firm breast with soft feminine hands. Beth pressed her body against her back as Lora closed her eyes and stood for a moment enjoying the bliss before turning to face her lover. With a loving smile, Lora wrapped her arms around her neck and interlocked her fingers behind. Beth firmly gripped her buttocks with both hands pulling her closer, then lovingly surged their lips together.

Beth slowly pulled her ford ranger into the entrance of the half-mile long driveway, and they could see a large steel rolling gate with several guards. Lora looked at her with wide eyes as they steadily approached the gate.

“Holy shit!”

Beth brought the truck to a stop and looked up at the huge guard, then spoke with her deepest southern Texas accent that she could muster.

“How y’all doin ta-day?”

With his hand on his gun, the guard gave her an annoyed stare.

“Do you have an appointment?”

With her prettiest smile, and keeping with her deep south Texas accent, Beth responded.

“No Sir, we just won`a……like…..put`in an application.”

The guard kept his cold stare at her and spoke with aggravation prominent in his voice.

“All applications are taken over the internet.”

Lora leaned over the seat so to give the large man a peek and spoke with her best southern accent.

“So we can’t go in and put in an application?”

The guard unsnapped his holster and took a step back.

“You two need to leave now.”

“Sorry.” Beth promptly replied.

She quickly put the truck in reverse and started backward as the shouted together.

“Jackpot!”

Beth began wiggling her butt around in the driver’s seat while divulging info with a giggle.

“Okay, we need to get home; I’m leaking all over the seat.”

Lora started laughing at her squirming in her juices.

“What, you mean you didn’t wear a pad?”

“No, did you?” Beth asked.

          Lora replied with a serious tone

“Yes, two as a matter-of-fact; after the car lot thingy, I’m not taking any chances.”

Beth lowered her head and raised her eyes up toward the road with a confession.

“Lora; I think I like these feeling.”

“SHIT! Me to.” Lora giggled.

As they headed home, both started giggling uncontrollably.

Paul and Tom had just sat down and gotten comfortable when Steve’s office phone began to ring. Tom held up his finger as to say, wait, while answering the phone.

“Larson law office, Tom Sealmon speaking”

There was a moment of hesitation before the voice on the other end began to speak.

“Yes, may I speak to Steve Larson please.”

          Tom responded with confidence in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Larson is not available at this time; how can I help you?”

The man spoke calm and straight-forward.

“This is Jim Delay of Delay Corporation; it is imperative that I speak with Steve.”

Tom shifted in his seat as he began to become a little agitated.

“Well Jim, Steve has been in an accident, and he will be unavailable for some time.”

Jim’s voice instantly filled with a very concerned tone.

“No-no-no, how bad is he hurt?”

Tom quickly started thumbing through Steve’s files looking for Delay corp. while responding.

“I can’t give out that kind of information.”

Jim took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

“Yes, I understand; I will call Nancy.”

“You know Nancy?” Tom asked.

“Yes, we have met a few times. Look here Mr. Sealmon this is not a good situation; I will call you back later.” Jim said.

He hung up the phone before Tom could respond, causing him to glare at the receiver while speaking to himself.

“What the hell was that?”

He hung up the phone and looked across the desk, returning his attention back to Paul.

“Okay Paul, you have my dad a little upset; so I hope you got something.”

Paul set up straight and returned his hard stare with a point-blank reply.

“It wasn’t an accident.”

“You have evidence?” Tom returned point-blank.

Paul reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved his smart-phone.

“Yeap: right here.”

Tom watched as he begin scrolling, then Paul stood and walked over and held the phone up for him to see.

“Here it is.”

Tom stared at the picture on the screen for a long moment, then sarcastically replied.

 “WOW! I can honestly say, I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

Paul pointed his finger at a particular place in the picture.

“Look, right here; this nut has been removed, it’s just gone.”

“Okay maybe it came loose and fell off.” Tom deliberated.

Paul looked up at him with a serious face and refuted with confidence.

“Well Tom, I have two mechanics that tell me that can’t happen. One of them is ten feet tall and pissed.”

“I see; dad forgot to mention that part.” Tom said.

Tom settled back down into his chair and looked up toward the ceiling as Paul stepped back and gave him a convincing look with his declaration.

“It wasn’t an accident.”

Tom sat for a minute in silence staring up at the ceiling, then slowly stood and reached for his suit jacket.

“I need to see this car for myself and speak with your mechanic.”

Paul followed him out the door and to his car, and they headed toward Joe’s mechanic shop. Paul smiled to himself; proud he had gotten Tom’s respect.

Lora and Beth sat entwined on the couch, after their hot shower Lora whispered.

“You still haven’t told Paul about us have you?”

          Beth took a breath before responding.

“No; but he knows, he’s not a stupid man. I do love him very much Lora.”

“I know you do, and I know he is a good man; but you still love me, right?” Lora commented.

          Even though it was impossible, Beth tried to squeeze closer.

“Don’t be silly, Lora; I will always love you. So, I was thinking maybe you can move up here and be with us.”

Lora snuggled into Beth’s gentle squeeze.

“I was just considering that idea.”

Lora was letting her mind fantasize about her, Beth, and Paul being in an intimate and serious relationship when Beth slowly untwined their bodies and reached for her smart phone.

“I need to call Paul and let him know about the Delay Corp. thingy.”

“Yes: Yes we do.” Lora replied.

Tom, Paul, and Joe stood in front of a pile of tangled metal as Joe explained all about the large main nut that was missing. Tom was taking pictures with his smart phone when Paul’s phone rang. A smile crossed his face as he answered after reading the caller I.D.

“Hey, Babe; what’s up?”

“Delay Corporation.” Beth said point-blank.

“You’re the best; I will be home soon.” Paul replied, then once he hung up he bolstered with pride.

“I married the right girl.”

Tom turned and started walking slowly toward his car with a comment.

“Yeah; dad said she was a looker.”

Paul glanced over at him with a curious look on his face as he closed his door.

“When did your dad meet my wife?”

“Yesterday; when she came by the car lot.” Tom answered.

          Paul chuckled his reply while buckling his seatbelt.

“No: that wasn’t my wife, that was my wife’s girlfriend.”

Tom got a big smile on his face as he responded with humor.

“Owww…. I Seeee.”

          Paul arrogantly countered.

“Well, at least she has great taste.”

He stared out his window as Tom pulled from the parking-lot and headed down the street. His mind began to sort through everything and blend in what Beth had said over the phone, then he turned and looked over at Tom.

“Tom, did Uncle Steve do any work for a Delay Corp?”

Tom kept his eyes on the road as he felt a cold chill run through his body, and his mind flashed back to his earlier phone call.

“You know I can’t discuss who his client’s are.”

“Okay, do you know if he was doing any work for Wally-World.” Paul asked with a sly smile.

“Not that I’m aware of.” Tom said point-blank.

Paul turned back toward his window and began to chuckle.

“But you can’t tell me if he was doing work for Delay Corp.”

Tom glanced over at him with respect, realizing he was an intelligent man.

“I can’t talk about Delay Corp.”

“Okay” Paul chuckled out.

Tom stared out the windshield for a long moment before making a proposition.

“I tell you what I can do Paul; if you come to the office tomorrow morning I will put you on a retainer.”

Paul’s chuckles quickly faded into a serious tone.

“I will be there.”

Lora and Beth sat in the room at the back of the kitchen that was the office for their private investigation company looking through the computer for information on Delay Corp. Paul came through the front door, wondered down the hall, through the kitchen, then into office and took a seat next to Beth. Lora glanced up as she typed away on the keyboard.

“So, what kind of attorney are we dealing with?”

Paul got a huge grin on his face and proudly made his announcement.

“He hired me.”

Beth rapped her hands around his arm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He gave her a big hug and waved for Lora to come join in.

“He hired me; tomorrow, Benson P.I. services will be officially on a retainer.”

Lora stated  her opinion while accepting the tight group hug the newlyweds were offering.

“This is going to be perfect.”

“How is that?” Beth questioned.

Lora began bouncing up and down with fear slowly tingling through her receptors.

“This will do away with the attorney-client thingy.”

Beth began squirming around with her own receptors tingling.

“YES! We are privileged to anything he has on any case he puts us on.”

Paul released the girls and took a glance at the computer screen.

“What are you girls working on?”

Lora quickly took her seat in front of the computer as she answered.

“Delay Corp.; we can’t find anything.”

Beth pulled him down on the sofa beside her.

“Yeah, the guard said all applications are taken over the net; but there’s nothing.”

Paul turned and gave his wife a hard stare.

“Wait; what fucking guard?”

Lora continued pushing buttons on the key-pad as Beth and Paul began their argument.

“One of the guards that we talked to at the big steal gate at the end of the driveway at Delay Corp.” Beth bluntly said.

Paul jumped to his feet and overlapped his arms across his chest.

“You two went out to Delay Corp.?; what the hell do you think you were doing?”

Beth stood and gave a hard stare straight into his eyes and snapped back.

“It’s called investigation, Paul; you remember, Benson P.I. services; we are all in this one hundred percent together or not at all, and I’m including Lora in this equation.”

Lora suddenly raised her hands up to her shoulders away from the computer and shouted.

“Son-of-a-bitch!”

Paul quickly stepped up to look over her shoulder at the computer screen.

“What’s wrong?”

Lora sat staring at a blank screen on the computer while asserting her complaint.

“The computer just crashed; and I am talking, it completely crashed.”

Paul reached past her and began pushing buttons on the keyboard as he stared at the blank screen.

“No freaking way.”

          Beth watched the two fiddling with the keyboard for a moment before asking.

“Do we need Computer man?”

          Without looking up or answering, Paul continued punching buttons, then Beth made the decision.

“My laptop just crashed also: I’ll call computer man.”

She dialed the number on her cell as she listened to Paul grumble while punching the button.

 “What did you do to my computer Lora?”

Knowing that the entire P.I. services documents were in his computer, Lora began to tremble, then stood up and began to speak with a shaky voice and watering eyes.

“I’m sorry, Paul, I didn’t do anything; I am so, so sorry.”

Paul quickly turned and pulled her into his arms.

“No-no-no, Lora; I did not mean it like that.”

Lora buried her face in his chest as she exhaled with a shaky breath. Beth moved over and wrapped her arms around them both as she let them know help was on the way, then ended with a joke.

“Computer man is on his way; should I give you two some alone time?”

Paul chuckled while stepping out of the three-way embrace.

“No, Babe; but I do need a quick shower before Mac gets here.”

Beth started to follow him out of the office, giggling out an offer.

“I will wash your back.”

“No Beth, computer man will be here in fifteen minutes; there is not enough time for that kind of a shower.” Paul countered.

Beth turned to Lora with a shocked look as Paul quickly headed up the stairs.

“Well, that’s a first; what kind of hugs are you giving him?”

          Lora instantly countered but could not finish her thought.

“Oh god, Beth; you don’t think….. you don’t think me and Paul are….”

Beth took her by the hand and pulled her up the stairs toward Lora’s private shower.

“No-no; don’t be silly, sweetheart; I trust you with my life; and I trust you to wash my back.”

          Lora giggled a suggestion while submitting to her lead.

“Yeah, I have noticed your little heart-shaped red pubic hair is in need a trim; so, let’s take care of that also.”

“Okay, and let’s get yours shaved.” Beth recommended.

“This is going to be just like old times.” Lora ratified.

Tom set in Steve’s office looking over the file that belonged to Delay Corp. This office was not in an office building; instead, it was a standalone one-story building, appearing more like a single-family house than an office. Tom chuckled to himself as he jumped when the office phone began to ring.

“Law office, this is Tom Sealmon.”

“Yes, this is Jim Packly from the E.P.A.” Jim said with authority.

Tom slowly sat the file he was reading down onto the desk.

“How can I help you Mr. Packly?”

Jim spoke as if he were a robot, without any emotion detectable in his voice.

“I have been informed that Steve has been in a serious accident.”

Tom placed his elbow on the desk and laid his forehead against his hand as he began to feel a bit uncomfortable as to where this call was going.

“Yes he has; I have taken over his law firm for the moment.”

Before he finished speaking, Jim interrupted as if he was the one in charge.

“I will be putting a hold on the Delay case until further notice.”

Tom attempted to administer his own authority.

“Well Mr. Packly, I have looked at the file and it seems to be a pretty simple case.”

Tom heard a ruffling noise come through the phone as if Packly had quickly jumped from his chair and began to pace, then moved the phone away from his ear as loud shouting came roaring through the ear-piece.

“Simple! There is not a damned thing simple about this situation.”

Tom sat silent for a moment before responding.

“Is there something that I should be informed about?”

With a loud voice, Jim let him know he was the one in charge of this situation.

“Yes there is! in one hour someone will come and pick up the Delay file.”

“I don’t think I can allow.” Tom began to say.

But his reply was cut short by Jim’s interruption.

“This is not a damn request boy; this is serious government shit: one hour, be there.”

Tom could hear anxiety prevalent in his voice, then the phone went dead. Tom does not like danger at all, and that call had him on edge. He immediately called his father and explained the conversation he had with the E.P.A. agent. Walter was silent for a minute, then spoke with a fatherly tone in his voice.

“Shit, Tom; what in the hell did Steve get stirred up. Give the man what he wants, and I will make some phone calls and see if I can find out what’s going on, just don’t stir the pot.”

“You know me dad, I don’t like waves. I will be home as soon as this person picks up the file.” Tom agreed.

He hung up the phone and felt himself getting dizzy and weak from fear, but quickly shook it off and went in search of a thumb drive so to make himself a copy of the Delay files. 

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER SIX

NO VACATION

Paul paused for a moment at Lora’s door and listened to the sound of running water mixed with the moaning pleasures that a woman makes. He just smiled as he took the stairs two steps at a time when the doorbell began to ring.

Paul showed Mac into the office adjacent the back of the kitchen, then returned to the kitchen to put on a pot of strong coffee, expecting a long and sleepless night. After a short time into computer-man’s investigation, Lora and Beth slipped into the room with a look of complete satisfaction on their faces. Lora nervously gave a smile at Paul, accepting the fact he now realized Beth and her are much more than just best friends. Mac leaned back in his chair and stared at the computer while making a shocking appraisal.

“You have totally pissed someone off.”

Paul put one arm around Beth and the other around Lora, pulling them close as he stared at Computer-man.

“Talk to me in plain English.”

Computer-man clarified as he slowly looked around at the three of them.

“You were hacked, and not just a normal hack. Whoever did this….. well I’ll just say….. it looks like the C.I.A. or F.B.I. or some other three letter agency.”

Beth felt the sudden tingle surge through her receptors as danger slipped into her psyche.

“That makes no sense at all, we are not doing anything concerning the government.”

Lora also felt the fear slipping in as the two of them were enjoying the rush, which seemed to be more addictive than any drug. Paul could feel the electricity coursing through the girls as he spoke to Mac.

“Can you fix it?”

“Have you been backing everything up on thumb drives like I told you to do?” Computer-man asked.

Paul proudly pointed at the drawer on the left side of the desk.

“Yeap, every night.”

Computer-man headed toward the front door to retrieve his equipment.

“Good; we will need lots and lots of coffee.”

As daylight peaked above the horizon, Paul was in the kitchen talking on his smart phone as computer-man was packing up. Lora strolled in with her hair still dripping wet from her morning shower and heard Paul discussing computer crashes with whomever was on the other end of the phone, then seemed to get aggravated as he ended the call.

“Okay, call me later today.”

Lora stood at the counter stirring cream and sugar into her coffee.

“What’s up babe?”

          Paul tossed his phone down on the table as he replied.

“The attorney has canceled our appointment this morning. It seems he had the same kind of hack as we did.”

Paul’s words caused a tingle to surge through Lora’s receptors, causing her to set her coffee on the table and start for the stairs.

“Shit-Shit-Shit. I need another shower.”

Beth gave Lora a loving smile when they passed on the stairs, headed for her first morning cup of coffee

“Good morning beautiful.”

Lora responded without slowing her climb.

“I need another shower.”

Beth poured herself a cup of coffee and began to mix in cream and sugar while questioning Paul.

“Did you get Lora all upset this early in the morning?”

He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yeah; I guess so; the attorney got hacked last night also.”

She suddenly felt a tingle surge through her receptors and instantly sat her coffee down on the table, then started toward the stairs whispering one word over and over.

“Shit-Shit-Shit.”

Paul stood for a moment considering why his words caused the two to retreat up the stairs, then the coincidence of them both being hacked at the same time dawned on him.  He quickly pushed the button on his cell phone that called Tom.

Tom answered the phone with aggravation clearly in his voice.

“What is it Paul? I’m a little busy.”

Paul began to explain the reason for his call while heading for the front door with Computer-man.

“Something’s not right about this; I think we need to meet; now.”

There was a moment of silence as Paul headed for his vehicle, then Tom spoke with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“At the coffee shop across the street from the office, in forty-five minutes.”

Paul quickly climbed into his black jag and headed into town.

“I’m on my way.”

They sat at a table outside the coffee shop sipping their coffee and discussing the event of their computer hacking, then as calmly as he could, Tom leaned over toward Paul and spoke as if someone might hear.

“Don’t look Tom, but there is a black S.U.V. with blacked out windows at the end of the block, no plates and no stickers. I do believe it followed me here.”

Tom stood and stretched as he casually looked around.

“Okay, let’s slowly walk down the street and see if it follows us.”

They turned and walked down the street at a slow pace, causing the black S.U.V. slowly pull out and moved down the street to keep an eye on the two, then parked to the side a little closer than Tom cared for. Paul stopped and looked in the opposite direction while making his conclusion

“Yeap; it’s watching us.”

Tom noticeably began to shake as he spoke with a prominent tremble in his voice.

“Shit; you go home; I’m going to my parents; I will call you later today.”

Paul chuckled out loudly as he slowly walked toward his car.

“Settle down Tom, they can kill us, but they can’t eat us.”

“Just go.” Tom demanded.

As he drove at a fast pace toward his parents house, Tom pushed the button on his phone that would call his father.

“What’s up son?” Walter asked.

Walter stopped what he was doing when he heard Tom’s shaky voice speaking rapidly.

“Dad, can you come home? I really need to talk to you.

“I will meet you there.” He instantly answered.

Lora and Beth were in the computer room looking for anything they could find about Delay Corp., which wasn’t much. Beth jumped to her feet and headed for the door with a shout when she heard Paul’s jag coming up the driveway.

“Paul is home.”

Lora shut down the computer as Beth went to the front door to meet her man. She sat at the kitchen table patiently waiting for the business meeting with the happy newlywed’s; but after a few moments she got up and looked down the entrance hallway anticipating to see Beth and Paul heading her way. Beth stood looking out the door, then turned and gave a shoulder shrug toward Lora as if to say; I don’t know what the deal is; Lora quickly walked to the door and stood beside her. They watched Paul slowly moving toward the door and could see something wrong written all over his face, so Lora loudly shouted.

“Get the lead out of your ass and move it.”

That caused him to pick up the pace as he noticed the scared look that was now on the girls faces. He walked right past the them, down the hall and into the kitchen, then slowly sank down into a chair at the table. Beth and Lora were holding tight to each other’s hand as they entered the kitchen behind Paul and took a seat. Beth sat next to him and gently took his hand.

“Okay sweetheart, we know something is wrong; so talk to me.”

Paul gave her and Lora a serious look.

“You two are not going to like it.”

Lora replied while tightening the grip she held on Beth’s hand.

“Sweetheart, spill the damn beans.”

“Okay girl’s, here is the deal; there is a big, black S.U.V. with black windows; no markings, no tags, and they are following us. Now, the attorney went straight to his parent’s house and told me to wait here until he calls. I honestly believe he was terrified, a grown ass man terrified of another grown ass man; I can say that I have never seen anything like it.” Paul finished with a loud chuckle.

Beth and Lora were now squirming in their seats as their receptors went into overdrive.

“What are we going to do, Babe?” Beth asked.

Paul gave her a loving smile as he stood from his seat and surmised.

“Well, I’m going to go watch T.V., and the two of you are going to go take a shower.”

He casually strolled out of the kitchen into the living room and settled down in front of the big screen, then began flipping through the channels. Lora and Beth sat a moment tightly holding onto each other’s hands and transfixed onto each other’s eyes, feeling the hard rush of excitement at the thought of such danger filling every square inch of their bodies. They gazed passionately at each other, then calmly rose up, leaving big puddles of their sweet love juices in their seats, and casually climbed the stairs together. When they reached Lora’s private shower, Lora ascertained Paul’s demeanor.

“I guess you were right, he knows.”

“Yes, I told you, he is a smart man.” Beth concurred.

Between their hugs and kisses, the two had meticulously undressed each other and slowly made their way into the bathroom. Lora smiled over at Beth and made a comment as she reached in and began to adjust the water to the right temperature.

“Beth, I do love you so very much and you really know how to satisfy me; but, I am in a real need of deep penetration, so we are going to need a toy; if you know what I mean.”

Beth pulled her into an erotic kiss, then whispered into her ear.

“Wait here, I will be right back.”

She quickly turned and walked out as Lora stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. Lora leaned against the wall and let the warm water run down her back as she considered which toy her lover would choose to imitate the feel of a man’s pleasing part.

Beth quickly walked to the top of the stairs completely nude and looked down at Paul sitting and watching the big screen.

“Paul, sweetheart, I need to ask you to do something for me.”

He muted the TV. and looked up to see her standing at the top of the stairs in all her glory with long bright red hair flowing down around her firm raised nipples and could not help but smile when he noticed her deep-red pubic hair she kept in a nice heart designed trim.

“Sure love, what do you need?”

She turned her exotic tan butt toward him and slowly rubbed her hand over it with enticement.

“Well, Lora and I need a man to come and wash our butt’s; will you help?”

Paul had a tough time getting words to come forward as he jumped to his feet and headed for the stairs.

“Are you serious, Babe?”

She reached and took his hands with a gigantic smile and began walking backward, pulling him along with her to where Lora was patiently waiting. Beth had him completely undressed by the time they reached the shower door and slowly opened it. Lora was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, letting the warm water run down her back as Beth made her declaration.

“I found us the perfect toy.”

She quickly stepped into the shower, pulling Paul in with her. Lora heard the glass door slide shut and opened her eyes, then screeched when she saw Paul standing beside her, fully erect. Beth reached down with an immense smile and began to gently massage both their private parts while giving Lora a vow.

“This toy is going to feel like the real thing, guaranteed.”

Lora stepped forward with a slight moan of pleasure and generously parted her legs as Beth slightly grazed her fingers across her labia’s. Paul stepped closer as Beth used her other hand, wrapping her fingers firmly around his extra-large cock, then squeezing and massaging it. Lora grabbed the back of Paul’s hair, thrusting her lips into his, then went in search of his moist tongue with her own.

Tom was impatiently waiting at the front door of his parents house when Walter pulled into the drive. He followed his dad through the front door and down the hall, Walter was engulfed in conversation on his cell phone as the two walked into the study. Walter took a seat behind the desk as he continued with his phone conversation and pointed for Tom to sit. He examined Tom’s face and notices he had lost two shades of color and quickly put the phone down on his desk and retrieved a bottle of his best brandy from the top drawer.

“Talk to me Tom.”

Tom reached over and took the full glass of brandy with shaky hands and took a huge drink before conveying his thoughts.

“E.P.A., federal agents, a black S.U.V. that keeps following us, parts missing off Uncle Steve’s car. A big ball of shit.”

Walter could not help but feel for his son as he downed his glass of bourbon before countering.

“It’s not on the C.I.A., so do you have a name?”

Tom sat his empty glass down on the desk and pointed for a refill as he answered.

“Delay Corporation.”

Walter slowly refilled their glasses to the brim as he spoke.

“Okay, do you know where we can find this, Delay Corp?”

Tom carefully pick up the overfilled glass of brandy and took another huge gulp before answering.

“I know the address.”

“Drink up and let’s ride.” Walter ordered.

They chugged down their second glass of brandy , then Tom responded with a suggestion.

“Maybe we should let Paul the P.I. go, you know I sometime pass out when I’m scared.”

Walter stood and started toward the door as he growled at his son.

“Grow a pair; I said let’s ride.”

The long drive was made in complete silence, and when Walter turned into the long driveway leading up to the large steel gate, they could see it standing wide open with not a guard in sight. It seemed the entire military-looking complex was completely deserted, not one person or vehicle to be seen. Walter was a bit confused as he slowly pulled to a stop in front of the main building.

“Are you sure this is the right address?”

Tom replied with wide eyes as he looked around for any sign of life.

“I am positive.”

Walter opened his door and glanced over at Tom as he exited the vehicle.

“Well, let’s take a look see.”

Tom opened his door and nervously followed his father up to the big glass doors at the front of the large building while mumbling discontentment.

“Damn it all to hell.”

Walter attempted to open the locked doors while Tom placed his face up to the glass wall with his hands on each side of his face so he could see into the room.

“There is nothing dad; no desk, no equipment, no nothing.”

Walter poked him in the side when he saw a black S.U.V. with dark tinted windows and no plates pull to a stop.

“Maybe whoever this is can help.”

The man that stepped from the driver side of the vehicle was every bit as big as Walter, dressed in a black suit and sporting black sunglasses. An attractive tall female exited the passenger side; her hair was coal black and in a bob-cut; also wearing a black suit and black sunglasses. The man walked up in front of Walter and stared at him through his wraparound style black sunglasses.

“Mister, you are on private property; you are trespassing, and need to leave now.”

Tom trembled as he watched the well-dressed tall woman walking toward him and quickly introduced himself.

“I am an attorney; my law office is working on a case concerning Delay Corporation.”

The woman stood eye to eye with him and countered his statement.

“There is no, Delay.”

“We were just leaving.” Walter instantly pointed out.

He took hold of Tom’s arm when he saw him begin to wobble a bit, then quickly led him to their vehicle. Walter pulled out of the drive and back onto the highway as Tom quietly spoke.

“Shit dad, I almost passed out back there; I can’t deal with this kind of crap.”

He watched the black S.U.V. in his rearview mirror following them back toward town while responding to Tom.

“Yes, I know son; I think you need a vacation until I can find out what is going on. I will call Pete at the C.I.A. when we get home.”

Tom took a deep breath and slowly got a grip on his nerves.

“What about Paul, and his wife; and his wife’s girlfriend?”

Walter watched the black S.U.V. make a U-turn and head back in the other direction as he gave instructions, then finished with a chuckle.

“You can call Paul in the morning; tell him to be at the house around noon and bring his wife, and his wife’s girlfriend. If that was his wife’s girlfriend at the car lot, I can’t wait to meet his wife.”

Paul quietly closed the bedroom door, leaving Beth and Lora laying nude on top of the covers as he headed to the shower in his and Beth’s bedroom while checking the messages on his cell phone. Lora rolled over onto her side so she could see Beth’s face and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her closer.

“Last-night was amazing, I really needed that; I love you so much.”

Beth rolled over and cuddled her back up against Lora, pulling her arms in around herself.

“Yes it was, and I think we are going to be perfect; I love you very much.”

Lora gave her a tender squeeze and whispered into her ear.

“You never told me he was so damned big.”

Beth giggled as she rolled back over to look into Lora’s eyes and giggled.

“Yeah: He can definitely fill up a vagina.”

          Lora gave her a gentle kiss with a recommendation.

“We need to get up and shower sweetheart.”

Beth responded as she slowly scooted down the bed, kissing Lora’s tasty flavors as she went.

“Yes…. I know….. but I would like….. one last taste…. before we wash away all the flavors.”

Paul sat at the kitchen table checking a particular message that was on voicemail and could detect a slight quiver in the character as he listened to the female voice.

“My name is Joann Walker and in need of an investigator; so, if you will please call me back as soon as possible I would appreciate it.”

Paul wrote down the phone number at the end of her message, then went to refill his coffee cup. When he returned to the table his phone began to ring, he glanced at the caller I.D. before answering.

“What’s up Tom?”

Tom immediately spoke with firmness in his voice, sounding as if he was in charge of.

“I need you, your wife, and her girlfriend to come to my house at noon tomorrow; bring luggage for a couple weeks vacation.”

With Paul’s P.I. firm just getting off the ground, he had no intention of going anywhere.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Tom tried to explain the situation with an obvious quivering in his voice.

“Paul; listen, Delay Corp. does not exist.”

“No-no Tom; I know where it is, I can take you there.” Paul countered.

Tom began to get extreme anxiety in his voice as he continued to explain.

“No Paul; dad and I went there, everything is gone, nothing left, as if they never even existed; the black S.U.V. threatened us; so, we need to disappear for a while.”

          Paul instantly retorted with authority in his tone.

“Well Tom, I have partners in this company; so, I will discuss this with them, and we will be at your house at noon to give you our decision.”

Paul hung up the phone before he could reply as Lora and Beth walked into the kitchen totally nude with their hair dripping wet, fully intending to intercept Paul’s attention. They slowly sashayed over to the counter and made their coffee as Paul stared at the two spellbinding erotic butts, then they turned and leaned against the counter while peeping over the brim of their cups as they sipped their coffee with reminiscent smiles. He sat focusing on the two gorgeous, tanned beauties for a moment, then buried his face in his hands and rubbed hard while giving a disappointing loud snarl.

“Okay lady’s; we have some important business to discuss, so go get dressed.”

Beth sat her coffee down on the counter along with Lora.

“What’s up, Babe?”

Paul looked toward the girls with a proud smile and prevaricated.

“You two go get dressed, so I can concentrate.”

          Lora took Beth by the hand and headed for the stares with a response.

“We will be right back, Sweetheart.”

Each gave him a passionate kiss on their way past, first Beth, then Lora. While waiting for the girls, he dialed the number that Joann Walker had left. He was a little intrigued with the way his call was answered by a soft, sexy female voice.

“Walker top model clothing, may I help you?”

“This is Paul Benson, of Benson investigation; I am returning Mrs. Joann Walker’s call.” He conveyed.

“Yes, Mr. Benson, she has been waiting for your call; please hold.” The sweet voice requested.

He sat listening to elevator music as Lora and Beth returned to the kitchen with their bathrobes on and took a seat at the table. When the music stopped they heard a sweet and sincere voice

“This is Joann Walker; Mr. Benson, thank you for returning my call.”

“Mrs. Walker, I am here with my two partners; so is it okay if I put you on speaker?” Paul asked.

“Yes, that’s fine.” She answered.

Paul smiled over at the girls as he put the conversation onto speaker.

“Okay, Mrs. Walker; what can we do for you?”

The group noticed when her voice became broken with shallow breaths, sounding like she was holding back her tears.

“Well Mr. Benson, my parents died under some very suspicious conditions, and there is this Corporation that has taken the farm away with eminent-domain. I need help.”

This would be their first genuine paying customer; so, Paul took a long deep breath to calm himself.

“Tell me the name of this Corporation?”

Anger erupted in the woman’s voice as she responded.

“Yes sir, it was Delay Corporation.”

Beth stopped in mid-writing and quickly looked up; Lora put both of her hands over her mouth. The trio’s eyes grew as big as silver dollars, and Paul was now unable to control the apprehension in his voice.

“Mrs. Joann Walker, we need to meet with you in person.”

Joann got a bit of confidence back when she heard the apprehension in his voice.

“Do you know the name?”

Paul tried to calm his voice as much as possible.

“Yes: Yes we do; can you come by in the morning, say….around ten?”

The trio could detect the distinct sound of relief clearly noticeable in her tone as she agreed.

“Yes; if you will text me the address, I will be there.”

“Great, see you tomorrow.” Paul finished.

He hung up the phone and gave the girls a serious look with his decree.

“No-no-no: No time to be taking showers, there is more going on.”

          Beth instantly countered while taking Lora by the hand and heading for the stares.

“Okay; but we need to go put on a dipper or we will be squirting all over the kitchen.”

“You have dippers?” Lora asked.

“I bought them yesterday.” Beth giggled.

Paul sat waiting for his lovers to return while trying to justify taking a vacation; but after carefully considering the situation, he could not find one reason to need of one. When the girls returned, they took a seat on either side of him and Beth proudly enunciated.

“Okay, this is going to be our very first official Benson Investigation meeting.”

Lora and Beth took hold of Paul’s hands, preparing to squeeze if necessary.

“Spill the beans, Sweetheart.” Lora said.

          Paul slowly stood, then carefully conveyed the situation.

“Well, our attorney wants us to go on a two-week vacation with him; it seems Delay has completely vanished, and the black S.U.V. has threatened him and his dad and now he is scared and wants to go and hide.”

He sat back in his chair and waited for the girls to respond, and Lora opposed first.

“Hell no! Hell No! For the first time in my life I feel totally alive, I am particularly excited to be here with you two, I feel alive, Paul; I do not want to go hide like a couple of scared rabbits; come on, please; I want to stay here with you and Beth and do our thing; please Paul, please.”

Beth looked the man she had just married in the eyes and spoke with a soft, determined, yet clearly a sarcastic tone.

“Are you going to call Mrs. Walker and tell her that Benson Investigation can’t help, because Benson Investigation is too scared?”

Paul got a pleased smile on his face as he stood and started up the stairs with a chuckle.

“So, no vacation; I could use another shower, how about you ladies?”

Lora and Beth stared at each other for a moment, then big smiles crossed their faces as they simultaneously jumped up and ran side by side up the stairs toward the shower where Paul was waiting.

Tom spent the morning restraining himself from dipping into his dad’s Brandy while pacing back and forth waiting for Paul and his two women to arrive. It was almost one o’clock as Beth and Lora kept an eye on the black S.U.V. following behind them for the distance of the trip. Lora turned and looked over the front seat at Beth and Paul.

“This is so damn cool, I love this.”

Beth was squirming a little in her seat as she responded with a giggle.

“Yes, I agree; but I need to change my diaper before we get to the attorney’s house.”

With a loud uncontrollable titter, Lora took the dipper Beth held over the back of the seat for her.

“Yeah ; me to.”

Paul made a suggestion with a long and loud chuckle

“Shall we turn around and go back for one more quick shower?”

          Beth and Lora shouted simultaneously.

“YES!”

“I’m joking-I’m joking.” Paul confessed.

He slowly turned into the driveway of the attorney’s house where Walter was waiting outside the entryway. When he pulled to a stop Walter reached and opened Beth’s door, then Lora’s. Her tiny hand seem to vanish within Walter’s as he helped her from the car, and she confronted the giant while leaning her head upward so to see his face.

“You scared the hell out of me; you know that Mr. Giant?”

Walter smiled as he looked down at the low-cut blouse she was wearing with a discloser.

“That was my intention at the time; but today, I will be a gentle: my name is Walter Sealmon.”

 A hotness surged through Lora as she queried with a slight squeak in her voice.

“Wait-Wait; do you have a son named Tom?”

He took a step back, giving her a curious look.

“Yes, he is waiting inside.”

Lora slowly sat back into the seat of the car and put her hands over her face. Beth leaned in and gently rubbed her hair.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

Lora lowered her hands and whispered up at Beth.

“Sexy butt; he’s here.”

          Beth instantly responded with a nervous giggle.

“Holy-shit; are you saying that sexy butt is our mystery attorney?”

“I believe so.” Lora replied.

Confused about the situation, Walter stepped over next to Beth.

“Is there a problem?”

Beth turned and looked up at him with a question.

“Has your son been to Texas recently?”

Walter stepped back and looked over at Lora with a loud chuckle.

“I’ll be damn, you are the supermodel he told me about: please, follow me.”

With his loud chuckle he turned and started toward the front door. Lora eased out of the car and followed Beth and Paul through the door and down the hallway into Walter’s office. Walter was still chuckling when he walked through the door into the study where Tom was waiting.

“Son, it seems that we have a special guest all the way from Texas.”

Tom stood for a moment with a look of disbelief on his face his supermodel followed Beth and Paul into the room, then he slowly walking toward her.

“What in the hell are you doing here?”

Lora stood still and took hold of Beth’s hand while stipulating.

“I told you my girlfriend needed my help.”

Tom reached and laid his hands on her shoulders.

;“Okay, so, you know what’s going on here; we need to disappear, right now.”

Lora countered as she took a step back from his reach.

“No Tom; hell no, I am not going to hide like I’m a chicken.”

Tom responded to her while taking a seat on the sofa as he began to tremble.

“Don’t you understand how dangerous this has gotten?”

When she noticed he had turned white as a sheet, she loosened Beth’s hand and squatted down in front of him, gently taking his hands into hers.

“Hey, hey, are you Okay?”

          He answered her with slurred words.

“No; I’m going to sleep for a few minutes.”

She quickly wrapped her arms around him as he closed his eyes and went limp, and she gently laid him down on the sofa.

“Tom ; Tom; what’s wrong?”

 With Walter being a marine and serving many years as a C.I.A. agent, his son’s bravado problem was a bit embarrassing.

“He’s okay, this happens when he gets nervous or frightened; he can’t help it.”

Lora stood and took a hold of Walter’s arm and spoke with sincerity.

“I also have a nerve condition; when I get nervous or frightened, I have an unusual reaction myself; so Mr. Sealmon there is no cause for you to be embarrassed.”

Beth leaned over and placed Tom’s arms into a comfortable position.

“Yes, my nerves are also problematic, Mr. Sealmon.”

“Thank you.” Walter whispered.

As they stood patiently waiting for Tom to come around, Walter’s office phone began to ring. He walked behind his desk and looked at the caller I.D., then sat down in his chair and put his forehead into his hand as he answered.

“Talk to me.”

After sitting silent for a few minutes, he looked around the room, then put the call on speaker.

“I have a few others here that are involved; so I’m going to put you on the speaker; I need you to repeat that last part.”

“All right, Walter. This is agent Peterson, you are to stay away from Delay Corp., that’s an order; this is now a federal investigation, and my advice would be to take a long vacation: thanks Walter.”

As soon as the man speaking said “thanks Walter” the line instantly went dead. Paul helped Tom rise up into a sitting position as he spoke to the girls.

“Well, I guess we are going on that vacation after all.”

“So where are we going?” Beth asked.

Tom sat up straight and took a long deep breath, then exhaled slowly as he disagreed.

“No: no we are not.”

Walter took a step closer to his son with an irritated look and spoke with a raised voice.

“What are you talking about, Tom?”

He slowly stood up, holding onto Paul’s shoulder for a moment.

“Is that rental house down on seventh-street still available?”

          Anger was prevalent in Walter’s voice as he spoke, but Tom interrupted before he finished speaking.

“Yes, but what do you think you….”

“I will be moving into it tomorrow.” Tom stated.

Tom turned and walked out of the room with Lora immediately running out after him. Walter stood up straight, attempting to intimidate the situation.

 “I will talk to Tom; you get ready to go for a short vacation.”

Paul eyeballed the large man for a moment, then took Beth’s hand and countered with authority.

“We have a meeting with a client tomorrow; so we should be going.”

Lora caught up to Tom in the hall and took hold of his arm while speaking with anxiety.

“TOM! Tom, please wait, I want to talk to you.”

He glanced away from her and tried pulling away.

“Lora, I’m just a little bit embarrassed; so if you don’t mind.”

Placing her hand on his cheek, She turned his face toward hers and gazed deep into his eyes.

“Tom, I also have an unusual condition when I get nervous or scared.”

“Really, I don’t see you falling down.” He disputed.

Lora turned her eyes away from Tom’s and focused on his chest.

“No; but; well; with everything that is going on today…: well Shit; I can’t believe I’m telling you this; I’m wearing a dipper, okay” She finally forced out.

Tom reached and gently turned her eyes back toward his.

“Well, pissing your pants is not that unusual.”

Lora forced her eyes and face back down, looking at their shoes and continued.

“Well; gees; I can’t believe that I’m telling you about this: I don’t piss my pants, I get uncontrollably aroused.”

“Oh…. Really.” Tom quickly replied.

He forced her face back toward his once again with a gentle tug of his fingers, and Lora feverishly stared into his eyes with a declaration.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

Tom took a step forward, wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pulled her tight, then passionately pressed his lips against hers. Lora instantly surrendered to his seduction, explored his sweet soft tongue with her own. Beth giggled as she and Paul walked down the hall toward the kissing love birds.

“Hey, get a room.”

Paul spoke to Lora as he passed by the two bodies that seem to be one.

“We are going home; are you staying here or coming with?”

 Lora stared into Tom’s eyes and pleaded.

“Call me later?”

          Tom smiled as he whispered a vow.

“Promise.”

She followed the newlyweds out the front door and into the black jag, then Paul brought the beast to life and exited the driveway. He kept a watch in the mirrors as they roared down the street, and a few blocks down the road he spotted the black S.U.V.

“We have a tail.”

Beth quickly glanced into the mirror on her side of the car.

“These people are so damn stupid; I mean, they know where we live, right.”

Paul looked over at her with a sly smile on his face.

“Shall we have a little fun?”

“YES!” Beth and Lora both screamed loudly.

Beth glanced over the seat at Lora and gave a tremendous smile, then they checked their seatbelts. They both completely lost control of their receptors when Paul pressed the gas pedal to the floor, causing the back tires of the jaguar to scream to life. The driver of the black S.U.V. did his best to compensate for every turn, every brake, and every acceleration that Paul would make; but Paul was a race car driver in his college-days where he spent most weekends at the racetrack. He didn’t chase after the girls like the other boys, he was the one that the girls chased after. Paul smiled as he slowly pulled into the drive with the S.U.V. lost and out of sight. Lora and Beth stepped from the car and removed their dippers from under their skirts, which had already begun to overflow with their juices.

“You do know that you are going to have to get your seats cleaned, right?” Lora giggled.

Paul proudly stepped out of the jag, then stretched with his reply and calmly walked into the house with the girls following.

“That’s not a problem.”

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

CONFESSIONS

Tom was sitting by the pool when his father walked out the patio door with his bottle of brandy and two glasses. He took a seat and set the glasses on the patio table, then spoke as he filled them to the top.

“What’s on your mind, Son?”

Tom reached for his glass of brandy and took a large gulp before answering.

“I have been attracted to Lora for a long time, and now that I have a chance to get to know her, I’m going to do just that. I am not going to blow it.”

Walter curiously examined the calm that was on his son's face.

“This might get a little hairy, and I’m just a bit worried about you.”

Tom turned his glass and quickly finished his brandy, then made his declaration as he sat the glass back onto the table.

“I would walk through the gates of hell and fight the devil himself for the chance just to be with this woman, and women like her don’t respect cowards.”

Walter carefully refilled their glasses to the brim, then raised his up toward Tom.

“I will call Betty tonight and have her move some furniture into the rental first thing in the morning; and here’s to grandkids.”

After downing the liquid he stood and started toward the patio door, glancing back over his shoulder as he finished.

“I’m proud of you, Son.”

After their morning shower, Paul, Beth, and Lora were sitting at the kitchen table sipping on their second cup of coffee, waiting in anticipation for the arrival of the Benson Investigation’s first genuine client. Paul gave a serious look across the table at Lora.

“Lora; tell me, how serious are you about Tom.”

She stared into her cup and softly replied.

“Before all this shit went down, Tom and I were working on our first date. I do find him very attractive, and he has a way of getting my juices flowing. I hope to get to know him.”

“So where does that leave Beth and I?” Paul asked point blank.

Beth reached and put a hand on Paul’s arm and interrupted the conversation.

“Okay, Paul; this is my fault.”

He looked toward her with wrinkles on his forehead.

“What do you mean?”

Beth took a deep breath and began to explain with a quiver in her voice and glossy eyes.

“I should have told you about this before we were married, I’m sorry I didn’t; but I’m going to tell you now; so here goes, Lora and I met in the tenth grade, we immediately fell in love. Just like the first time I saw you, it was love at first sight. I had never felt that way about another girl before, or since; we were both virgins and she was my first and I was hers. Sure, when we were in college we had like two boyfriends; well, not boyfriends, but boy-toys that we shared. I need you to know that no matter what happens between Lora and Tom, or me and you, Lora will always come first; I will always love Lora first. Now, I need to stop and catch my breath.”

Lora put her arm around Beth’s shoulder and leaned her head against hers,

“I love you, and you will always come first; I will talk now; Paul, Beth and I would always talk about when we would get married and what kind of man we wanted, what our houses would look like, children; I want two, Beth wants three; but I’m sure you already know that part. We have the same dreams most women have, great husband, nice house, perfect kids, fantastic job. I do plan to marry someday, but I will always love Beth first, and she will always come first.”

Lora turned to Beth and gave her a small kiss, then they embraced. Paul stood and stared toward the door when he heard the doorbell ring but yelled back at the girls.

“We will continue this conversation later.”

Beth and Lora quickly petted each other so to make sure they were as presentable as possible, then waited for Paul to escort Mrs. Walker into the kitchen. Paul answered the door and introduced himself, then led Joann to the kitchen to introduce the gang.

“This is my wife Beth, and this is Lora, our paralegal, let’s take a seat.”

He pulled a chair out for Joann, giving her a confident smile as Beth, with her softest voice, began to ask questions.

“I am sorry about your parent; but we need to ask, how did they die?”

Joann took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before answering.

“The coroner said it was caused by carbon-monoxide poisoning.”

Knowing this must be difficult for her, Lora also spoke kindly.

“Well Mrs. Walker; what makes you find that so unusual?”

Joann’s disputing reply was confusing to say the least.

“Their house was totally electric; so there is no way that could have happened.”

Paul hesitated for a minute, but knew he needed to have the bodies re-examined.

“Mrs. Walked; will you allow us to exhume their bodies?”

Tears slowly ran down the woman’s cheeks as she sighed.

“I can’t do that”

          Knowing a new autopsy would help to prove her accusations, Paul objected to her denial.

“Mrs. Walked; a new autopsy would help enormously.”

          Joann quickly clarified her answer.

“I’m sorry, you misinterpreted what I meant; I wish I could, but both of their bodies were somehow accidentally cremated.”

Beth took a moment to reach into her tote bag, retrieving a cloth handkerchief and handed it to Joann. She tried to smile as she accepted Beth’s generosity.

“Thank you; and please, call me Joann.”

“I’ll get you some water.” Beth offered.

Paul leaned back in his chair and looked across at her.

“Well Joann, I’m going to be honest with you; the C.I.A. has ordered us to stay away from Delay Corp.”

          She slowly wiped her nose, then glanced around the table at her warriors and took a jagged breath and whispered.

“So that’s it.”

Beth leaned over and gently rubbed her shoulder while pointing out a loophole to Paul.

“Paul, they never said we couldn’t investigate the mortuary.”

He looked over at her, then Lora.

“Are you girls sure you want to go there?”

They did their best to control their receptors while answering simultaneously.

“YES!”

“We are going to need a good attorney who is willing to get involved.” Paul pointed out.

Joann took a sip of the water that Beth had given her, then explained what happened to her attorney.

“Money is no object; the attorney I hired a while back…….well….I haven’t heard from him for several weeks now, and he’s not returning my calls.”

Lora knew to keep legal; they would be required to contact her attorney.

“What is his name?”

“Steve Larson.” Joann said point-blank.

Paul instantly turned his head toward Joann with a request.

“We need you to send us everything that you have from Mr. Larson.”

“Am I allowed to do that?” She inquired.

“Yes, Mrs. Walker; we work for the law office of Mr. Larson; he has been in an accident, that’s why he hasn’t been in touch with you.” Paul explained with authority.

Joann glanced at her watch, then slowly rose from the kitchen table as she agreed.

“Wow, that’s great; I have to run; so, send me a text with your e-mail, and I’ll send you everything I have.”

Paul rose to show her to the door while explaining the situation.

“Yes, please do that; the attorney that is temporarily over Mr. Larson’s law office is Tom Sealmon; so remember that name, he will be calling you.”

Lora and Beth sat and waited for him to get back into the kitchen. After taking his seat, he first looked at Beth, then over at Lora.

“Okay, Lora; if you start a relationship with Tom then you won’t be sleeping with me and Beth; right?”

Lora reached and gently took Beth’s hand, then disagreed while intertwining their fingers.

“I will always have a sexual relationship with Beth; I love her first, she will always come first.”

Beth apprised Paul while looking straight into his eyes.

“Yes Paul, I will always love Lora first; Lora will always come first; she will always be a part of us; if she decides to have a serious relationship with Tom, then we will have to talk about a foursome.”

          Paul held his hand up flat toward his bride, as if attempting to stop her words.

Okay; we’ll stop right there.”

He stood and started for the living-room in order to conceal the redness of his face, and the fact his thinker was considering the suggestion. Before he reached the kitchen door Lora gave him a vow.

“Paul; I promise I will tell Tom everything before I start any kind of serious relationship; promise.”

Paul stopped and looked back at her, then conceded with a warm smile.

“I love you, Lora; you will always be a part of this family.”

He exited the kitchen and headed for the big screen, and Beth looked over at Lora with a devious smile while speaking with a sly voice.

“Well Sweetheart, I think someone needs to go speak with Tom.”

“Yes-yes, I will volunteer.” Lora giggled.

          Suddenly their negotiations were wiped clean when Paul shouted out from the Livingroom.

“I need a long shower.”

The next morning, Tom sat inside his father’s rental looking at the indescribable crack of a mans oversized ass as the service repair man connected his big screen to the internet. He quickly retrieved his cell when it began to ring and grinned when he saw Lora’s smiling face. Tom let his mind drift back her low-cut blouse as he answered his phone with a complement.

“Good morning beautiful lady.”

Lora spoke with a serious tone, but with a touch of lewd mixed in.

“Good morning handsome; listen Tom, we have this new client, and it’s connected directly to Delay Corp., so Paul thinks we need to meet.”

Tom quickly headed for his bedroom to find his tight-fitting jeans.

“Okay, I will text you the directions to my house; I am having my internet installed, so I will meet you here.”

          She could not stop the quivering within, nor the tingling moisture building between her thighs.

“I will be there in two hours.”

 “Yeah…. two hours… sounds perfect, I’ll be here.” Tom concurred.

Lora looked through her designer clothes for a sexy outfit that could be easily removed and settled on a skimpy wraparound skirt that tied in the front, leaving the bottom of her firm buttocks clearly in view.

Walter sat in the office at his car lot finalizing several recent credit applications. He heard the quiet buzzer that let him know someone entered the showroom. He made sure his clothes were straight before headed out the door, confident he would make a sale. He instantly recognized a familiar face when he turned the corner and entered the showroom. He approached Walter with his hand out-reached and jokingly criticized.

“Walter; my god man, you have gotten old.”

“Well kick my ass, Mike Peterson; what brings you all the way across the country?” Walter asked with a smile.

Mike returned the firm handshake with a light chuckle.

“Well my friend, I do believe you know why I traveled two thousand miles; it wasn’t to see your ugly puss.”

Walter stared at him for a moment as a serious sensation took control of his emotions.

“Damn it all to hell; is it really that serious?”

Mike gave him a look that expressed how serious the circumstance really was.

“I’m afraid it is, Walter; I am going to need to meet with everyone evolved.”

          Walter roughly rubbed his huge hand over his face and gave a low growling sound before responding.

“Shit! Okay; be at my house at six, dinner will be around seven; everyone will be there.”

          Mike turned and headed in the direction of the exit as he shouted back.

“Don’t be Late.”

Walter stood and watched his old friend until he was all the way out the building.

Beth was excited this morning when the moving company delivered her vet to the house, and she was a bit nervous as she pulled it into the drive of Tom’s. Her receptors had her mini-pad a little on the damp side so she reached for a fresh one, then decided a pad, and panties, were just going to be a hindrance for what she was planning. She gasped a short breath of pleasure when stepping from her vet, experiencing a cool ambiance faintly wafting underneath her short skirt and across her freshly shaven vagina. As she approached, Tom held the front door open and moved to one side with a pleased smile on his face. She paused for a second, giving him a quick peck on the lips before entering the house. The huge bulge in his tight-fitting pants became clearly visible while following the exposed butt cheeks down the hall toward the living room. With every step her perfectly rounded butt cheeks peeked out from beneath the short skirt, and she made sure to put a little grandiose in her steps.

Once they reached the Livingroom, Tom finally brought himself to speak.

“Okay gorgeous; what do you have for me?”

She turned to face him, then with a smile reached and drew on the string that held her skirt together, letting it slip to the floor.

“First things First.”

Tom stood with his eyes bulging, beholding every square inch of this magnificent super model standing before him nude from the waist down. He reached and methodically unfastened the two buttons that held her low-cut blouse together, and Lora let it slip to the floor. She had never felt such powerful tingling in her privates, and now could feel her nectar seeping out and trickling down her inner thighs. Suddenly she slammed her body against his, forcing him up against the wall, then pressing their lips together and went in search of his warm moist tongue. After a long wild erotic kissing session they were both breathing hard, then Tom gently picked her up in his arms and started toward the bedroom.

Beth and Paul lay in their bed cuddling after a two-hour, heart pounding, intimate interlude. She moaned out displeasure when his cell-phone began to ring. It was clear that Walter was upset when his deep loud voice came blaring through the phone.

“Where the hell has everyone been? I have been calling for two hours; do you know where the hell Tom is at?”

“Settle down Mr. Sealmon; Lora left here about two hours ago heading for his house; so I would be willing to guess they have been a bit busy.” Paul explained.

“Damnit Paul, this is serious shit. There is a C.I.A. agent from D.C. here, and he has demanded we all meet at my house at six; so be here with your wife.” Walter shouted with authority.

“And if I say no?” Paul asked sarcastically.

Walter bellowed loud enough for Beth to hear, then hung up before Paul could respond.

“Listen to me you dumb stupid little bastard; whatever you think you know about the C.I.A, you don’t know shit; they can charge you as a terrorist if they wish; they can put you where cats put shit; be at my house at six.”

Paul carefully laid the phone down on the nightstand as he talked to Beth.

“Damn, Babe, that sounded serious.”

          She excitedly shouted out as her receptors went completely out of control.

“HELL YEAH!”

She then quickly straddled her man and began rocking to-&-fro, causing him to become aroused once again.

Lora and Tom lay in the bed taking a short break when his cell phone began to ring again. After reading the caller I.D., Tom decided to answer this time

“Hi dad, what’s up?”

Tom stayed silent as he listened to his father explained the situation with the C.I.A.; when he hung up the phone, Lora noticed the color leaving his face and his body starting to shake.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“C.I.A….. dad’s house at six.” He managed to get out before commencing drifting out. Lora instantly straddled him with a demand.

“Oh hell no you don’t.”

She took him deep inside, then quickly began rocking back and forth. He had never felt such a sensation before in his life, and it penetrated his very soul. He forgot all about passing out and began to merge with her every move.

It was around four P.M. when Tom made a suggestion to the woman that now held his heart in her hands.

“I think it’s time to take a shower and get ready to go to dad's house.”

Lora squeezed herself against him as she nervously replied.

“Tom, I need to talk to you about Beth, and our relationship before me and you can go any farther; this is something you must know.”

          Tom sequestered Lora tight in his grip and casually responded.

“Paul told me she was your girlfriend; so I figured you two have known each other for a long time.”

She lifted herself from his embrace and sat up, then stared into his eyes.

“Yeah, we met in high-school, and I have loved her ever since.”

“Okay, you and Beth are best friends.” Tom misconstrued.

          Lora slightly bounced up and down as she took a deep breath before clarifying.

“No Tom, Beth and I love each other; Damnit, let me make this as perfectly clear as possible; Beth and I are lovers.”

She kept her eyes trained on him and waited for his reaction, and his voice was in high pitch mode.

“Wait; are you telling me you two are having sex?”

“Yes Tom; we were fourteen the first time, and we have been together ever since. I will always love Beth first, Beth will always come first. If you can’t deal with that than we can’t move forward.”

He sat up with raised eyebrows, keeping his eyes locked on hers and carefully inquired.

“So, have you had sex with Paul?”

Lora got up and started around the foot of the bed toward the bathroom, knowing that would probably be the deal killer.

“SHIT! Yes, Tom; we have participated in a few threesomes.”

He watched this sexy butt of the woman of his dreams walking toward the bathroom door and cautiously made another inquiry.

“Will you be expecting me to sleep with you and Beth?”

Lora stopped at the bathroom door and turned back toward him with a worried look on her face while reviling the situation.

“Eventually, I’m sure that will happen; and with Paul also; we are a package deal, Tom; so there it is, take it or leave it.”

He sat on the side of the bed with an expression that She could not seem to read. He stood and started across the room toward his nude goddess, establishing a stipulation.

“We will have to keep this from mom and dad.”

Lora pulled his huge, muscled body into hers and began to walk backward through the bathroom door, and into the direction of the shower while whispering.

“I do believe I’m going to truly love you.”

Around five that evening the newlyweds had just got dressed from their shower when Lora and Tom pulled into the drive in Tom’s S.U.V., Lora had left her vet locked away in Tom’s garage. Lora patiently waited for Tom, who insisted on being a gentleman, and open her door, then they walked hand and hand through the front door. Paul spoke to Tom with a firm handshake as Lora and Beth embraced.

“Okay, Tom; you know your dad, so what can we expect to happen?”

Remembering what Lora had told him, Tom answered while noticing for the first time just how handsome and well-built Paul really was.

“We will be ordered to disappear for a short time, and we will not have a choice. You and Beth need to pack a bag for a two-week vacation.”

Paul turned and watched Lora and Beth prancing up the stairs as he talked to Tom.

“Okay, and where do you suggest we go for this vacation?”

“We’re going to go to Mars.” Tom chuckled out.

          Paul let out a heathy laugh himself before responding.

“Well Tom, I don’t think we need to go quite that far.”

          Tom tapped his shoulder with his fist while explaining where Mars was.

“Mars is dad’s private island off the coast; it has a very nice beach house and an air strip; we will be taken there on dad’s small private jet.”

The girls stopped at the top of the stairs and told Paul they would be packing their bags.

“We will gather up a few things while you two talk.”

Tom stood tall and looked Paul in the eyes and did his best to tell him what Lora told him.

“Lora has informed me that you and I….. we….., us…. all will be having sex together.”

“Are you kidding me; you mean like a quartette!” Paul exclaimed.

Paul turned and looked up the stairs to see Beth and Lora locked in an intimate kiss before turning and disappearing hand and hand down the upstairs corridor.

“Nope; no kidding.” Tom clarified.

He reached and slowly turned Paul’s face back toward his and stepped forward, slowly leaned in, then gently let his lips touch up against Paul’s. Paul moved his head back for a moment and looked Tom in the eyes with a reminder.

“I told you; I married the right woman.”

He put his arms around Tom’s waist and pulled him back into an intimate kiss.

Tom gave an agreeable pleasing moan as he let his moist tongue go in search of Paul’s, then they squeezed into each other’s bodies with a long, sloppy kiss. Paul pulled back and looked up the stairs to where the girls had gone, then back toward Tom with a smile, then quickly pulled him up the stairs while slowly undressing as they went in search of their female beauty’s carnal resonances. The two men took their time in this new endeavor of a foursome to completely satisfy their women in every way possible, and occasionally embraced each other with an erotic kiss; but this being the men’s first lascivious rendezvous with another male involved, they restrained from going any farther than their occasional kiss and the sporadic massage of the others dick.

          When they headed down the road in Tom’s Escalade toward Walter’s, Paul concluded that one of them must speak for the entire group and established himself as that person.

“Listen up; let me do all the talking to this C.I.A. character.”

          Tom glanced into the rearview mirror at him as he replied.

“What’s on your mind?”

“We don’t want him to think we are scared little pussies; so, going on a short vacation is going to be our choice, not his.”

When they walked through the front door with big smiles on their faces, Walter charged toward the foursome with an angry look on his face and using his infamous loud voice.

“Where in the hell have you all been? It’s almost seven!”

Tom looked over at the agent standing in the canter of the living room and replied with a stern voice.

“We are here dad, just chill.”

          Paul stood facing the agent as the others took their seats on the sofa. The man stared at him for a moment, then pointed at the empty space beside Tom as if demanding him to sit. Without averting his attention, Paul tidied as he countered.

“I’m good.”

          Mike stepped forward and focused on Paul, giving him full credit as the one in charge of the group as he spoke with authority.

“You have stumbled into something you can’t handle, and this situation has become fragile; Tom, being Walter’s son, and Walter being in the club, is the only reason your little quartette is still alive; I was sent here to keep it that way.”

          Paul knew he had to counter, so to make it look as if they were objecting.

“Well Mr. secret agent man, if you would call off your dogs that are following us everywhere and let us do our job, we would be just fine.”

          Mike took another small step in Paul’s direction with a raised voice.

“They are not my dogs; they are not C.I.A., or F.B.I.; I have been a C.I.A. agent since college, and whoever they are, it’s above my pay grade. Now, you will disappear until this situation is brought under control.”

          Walter was shocked at what Tom said when he entered the conversation, which started the bidding war.

“We will give you a week.”

          Keeping his eyes locked on Paul, Mike countered.

“Four weeks.”

          With a solitude expression, it was Paul’s turn to bargain.

“Two weeks.”

“Three week, and don’t argue with me.” Mike necessitated.

          Paul kept his eyes locked on Mike and retaliated.

“Nah, we’re good; you go do your thing, and we will do ours.”

          Now Mike was infuriated with this young man that dared to challenge the C.I.A.

“Fine, you stupid bastard, two weeks; I have men ready to distract those Men in black, so let me know when you’re packed and ready to go.”

          Paul allowed a slight grin to creep across his face and calmly replied.

“We are packed; we will be leaving within the hour.”

          With his eyes firmly on Paul, Mike also got a slight grin and spoke calmly.

“You’re an asshole.”

          Everyone in the room laughed at Paul’s chuckling response.

“Yeap.”

Mike took a briefcase from a young man standing in the background, dressed in what was obviously a C.I.A. uniform, and handed Paul the small black leather package with a request.

“Good; good; I want you to take this and look over these documents while you’re on vacation.”

The four of them stared at the secret agent as their smiles slowly faded.

“What is this?”

“It’s rules and regulations, and applications for the C.I.A.”

Mike shook Walter’s hand and headed for the front door with a big smile as Lora snatched the briefcase from Tom’s hand and simultaneously shouted with Beth.

“HELL YES!”

          Once the foursome, along with Walter had taken their seats in Tom’s Escalade, Walter gave out the orders.

“Sit tight and wait.”

“Wait for what?” Tom questioned.

“A signal from Mike.” Walter replied.

“What kind of signal?” Tom asked.

“Don’t worry, it will be as plain as the nose on your face.” Walter assured.

          The next five minutes of silence seemed like an hour, then suddenly there was a loud, huge explosion that shook everyone to their core.

“Okay, we can go now.” Walter calmly said.

          As they headed down the narrow road, Tom realized Walter had not called his pilot.

“Wait; where is Stacy?”

“No son, you will be piloting.” Walter informed him.

“Dad, there is no copilot.” Tom pointed out.

“Yeap; stay below radar.” Walter continued.

“What the hell are you talking about, Dad?” Tom insisted.

“Tom, I said stay below radar.” Walter plainly directed.

Tom slowly drove his vacationers to his father’s private air strip a short distance behind the house as Walter explained a particular situation in a low steady voice.

“Okay boys and girls, here is the deal; if you decide to join the C.I.A. it’s for life; you never get out; period.”

Tom stared out the windshield as he pulled to a stop beside the small plane and spoke with a chuckle.

“Come on dad, you use to be in the C.I.A., and now you sell new cars; so don’t try to be so damn dramatic.”

When Tom started to exit the vehicle Walter quickly reached, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to a stop, correcting him with a firm, direct tone in his voice..

“Once you’re in, you’re in; there is no getting out, and don’t you ever forget that, Tom.”

“Are you shitting me, Dad?” Tom responded.

“Let’s get your things loaded up; and make sure you keep in touch once a week.” Walter requested.

Four hours later Lora, Beth, Paul, and Tom landed on a small airstrip on the private secluded island surrounded by the Pacific Ocean. They quickly began shedding their clothes while walking from the plane to the quaint little beach house. Tom and Paul were anticipating what their new life in a foursome relationship was going to bring as they fantasized about the two of them lecherously having intercourse.

The day’s events with hour after hour of sexual behaver, left the four completely drained, so Lora and Beth picked seperate bedrooms and quickly faded off to sleep wrapped in their men’s arms.

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

VACATION’S OVER

conformation

The quartette has been at the beach house on the private island for a week now as the morning sun began to rise above the horizon, Paul and Tom stood out on the deck of the beach house sipping their coffee with large smiles across their faces while watching two necked erotic tan female butts wiggled across the beach toward the water. Lora and Beth were on their way toward the water just two-hundred feet from the back of their private beach house with a thick beach-blanket and with girl-on-girl-sex-on-the-beach heavy on their minds. Paul set his coffee down on the picnic table and commented.

“What do they mean they want some female alone time; I mean; we haven’t had any alone man time.”

Even though Paul was hanging limp, Tom could tell he was aroused by the slight swelling. His fantasies concerning how Paul would be able to sexually please him if they ever got the opportunity, came spilling out.  He sat his coffee on the table, then gently placed his arm around Paul’s shoulder.

“Well, Lora said she and Beth have not had girl on girl sex alone for a week now; so, we can stand here watching and wishing; or take advantage of our own alone time.”

Paul slowly turned and stepped into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He tightly pulled Tom’s necked body against his and gently pressed his moist lips up against his. They both became fully erect when Tom instantly wrapped his arms around Paul’s shoulders and passionately sent his tongue in search of Paul’s moist soft tongue.

As Beth spread the blanket out onto the beach she gave a nod toward the beach house.

“Look Sweetheart, look.” She whispered.

Lora got a tremendous smile when she saw their men locked in a passionate embrace, then the two men turned and disappeared through the door with Tom’s arm lying around Paul’s shoulder and with Paul’s hand gently caressing Tom’s sexy manly butt.

“Everything is going to be perfect.” Lora sighed.

Lora laid down beside Beth’s warm necked soft body and retrieved their heat activated lotion from the beach bag, then returned to their planned sex-on-the-beach.

This would be the men’s very first experience with man-on-man sex, and they were looking forward to the freedom of having no one watching. The two have grown to care for each other just as Lora and Beth care for each other, and as much as they care for Lora and Beth. Tom retrieved the small bottle of slick lotion from the drawer of the nightstand that Lora had given him for this exact situation and put a large amount in his hand and gently applied it onto Paul where it mattered most. Paul gave a loud pleasing moan and began to massage Tom’s moist soft tongue more aggressively with his own, then pulled Tom down slowly onto the bed. Still locked in their fervent kissing frenzy, they quickly lathered each other up, then Tom lifted his legs, wrapping them around Paul’s waist. He wiggled his butt in tiny circles against Paul’s warm throbbing shaft, giving a pleasing moan as it softly penetrated deep inside his hairy anus.

Mid-day Lora and Beth returned to the house, both smiling as they walk into the bedroom heading toward the shower. Paul and Tom lay sleeping on the bed wrapped in each-other’s arms with the aroma of manly sex filling the air. Paul peeked through the small slits between his eyelids as Beth whispered while looking down at the two sexy muscled up men lying naked on the bed.

“We are going to take a shower; would you like to join us?

          Paul mumbled his refusal while snuggling up against Tom, then faded off back to sleep.

“Hu-au.”

Later in the evening the two girls were in the kitchen making dinner with Lora sitting at the table tossing salad as Beth stood by the stove tending to the pork-chops. Paul walked in with a towel around his neck, drying his hair, and slowly walked over and gave Beth a kiss, then turned and walked over to Lora, giving her one as equal. Tom walked in and slowly went over to Beth and pulled her into an intimate kiss, then turned and gave Lora an equal kiss. The girls couldn’t resist using their best southern accent as they simultaneously giggled.

“Sooo; how was Yawl’s day?”

Tom and Paul pulled each other into a loving embrace as Tom responded.

“Surprisingly satisfying.”

“Perfect.” Lora declared with a smile.

After they finished their dinner and the dishes were washed and put into their place the four set out on the deck sipping red wine, safely tucked away inside the large screen tent that protected them from the on-slot of mosquitoes. Beth took a sip of her wine, then gently laid her head onto Paul’s shoulder, and looked up into his eyes while making her declaration.

“Okay guys, here’s the deal; Lora and I have been talking, and we have decided that it’s time to go home.”

Lora straddled Tom’s lap and gave him a kiss in agreement with Beth.

“Yeah; this has been the best vacation ever; but it is starting to get a bit boring for two city girls.”

Tom reached his arms around her and slowly slid his hand down her back, then gripped her thighs with a reminder.

“You know we promised Mr. agent man two weeks; anyway, if we go back now you two can kiss being an agent goodbye.”

          Still holding onto her glass of wine, Lora countered while erotically rolling her naked butt in small circles, then raised her eyebrows with a suggestive look as she felt him slowly erecting.

“Yeah; well, we have been deliberating all the regulations and procedures; to be honest, I don’t think I could play by their rules.”

          Tom closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep sigh as Lora gently pressed her shaved pubic area against his, letting his increasing stiffness slip inside her yearning chasm. By this time, with the blonde goddess progressively pushing and pulling her firm, tan, erotic ass in tight captivating circles, Tom’s reasoning was deriving straight from one head as he conceded.

“Well heckie, I’ll call dad and let him know we will be coming home tomorrow.”

Paul and Beth observed Tom’s colossal dowel vanish into Lora’s intended goal, then Paul picked up his glass of wine and advocated with a wink and a smile. 

“Since this is going to be our last night here, may I suggest we all share the same bed.”

          Instantly, the girls loudly screamed out simultaneously.

“HELL YES!”

They quickly set their glass of wine down onto the table and stood, grabbing the boys by the hand, and pulling them toward the patio door. They all knew this was going to be an extensive, extreme, no-holds-barred, vigorous, everything-goes, unrestricted, night of carnal delight.

When the morning sun peeked above the horizon, Lora and Beth had just faded off to sleep as Tom called his father and informed him of their intentions. After a lengthy augment of Walter insisting they stay the additional week, and Tom establishing Lora’s wishes outweighed his father’s wants, he and Paul decided to take a quick shower before preparing for the chore of packing up and loading the plane. Paul was washing Tom’s back when Tom gave him an update of good news.

“Paul; when I spoke to dad this morning, he said Steve was awake.”

Paul wrapped his arms around Tom’s waist and laid his head against his back and whispered.

“Uncle Steve is going to be okay; thank you sweet Jesus.”

Tom slowly turned around and gave him a loving kiss, then whispered.

“He is doing good Paul; but he can’t remember the last six months; now, let’s finish up with our shower and get the plain loaded.”

They quietly packed so not to wake the girl’s, and after several trips to and from the small plane they came back into the house to find the bed empty and the sound of water running in the shower. Within the hour the small plane was in the air and the quartette were on their way back home.

Tom gently set the plane down onto the runway after a smooth and uneventful flight, then pulled the airplane to a stop in front of the small hanger that sat at the end of the strip and powered down the engines. Paul quickly pointed out of the front windshield toward the hanger.

“What the hell is this?”

Tom answered while staring straight out the windshield.

“I have no fucking idea.”

The four sat still for a moment watching Walter and Mike start walking toward the plane accompanied by two men dressed in black and wearing dark sunglasses. Paul rose from his seat and went to open the plane’s door as he spoke.

“Let’s go find out.”

The four men stood and watched as Lora, Beth, Paul, and Tom, exited, then Tom gave his father a hug with the traditional three hard pats on the back to say this is a manly hug.

“What’s up dad?”

“You remember Mike Peterson.” Walter said.

Tom reached out and took Mike’s hand into a firm grip.

“Yes, Mr. Peterson, this is a surprise.”

Mike stood tall, with the two men in black standing behind him.

“Your decision to come home early is very disappointing.”

          Tom stepped back beside Lora with a serious look and stated.

“My main concern is keeping this little lady happy.”

 “We don’t have the situation completely under control, there are still rouge elements roaming around; I can’t guarantee your safety.” Mike pointed out.

“I assure you Mr. Peterson, we will take all precautions.” Tom countered.

“You stupid kids have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into.” Mike stipulated.

“Well, Mr. secret agent man, why don’t you enlighten me; why are these rouge elements watching us?” Tom sarcastically questioned.

          Mike responded with a stern voice before he, and his two agents, turned and walked in the direction of his dark tented windowed vehicle.

“Q classified; good luck to you and your group of renegade’s.”

The group stood and watched the Black S.U.V. disappear down the driveway as Walter turned and gave each one a hard stare, then slowly shook his head.

“Okay kid’s, let’s go to the house and I will explain what the hell you four just got yourselves into.”

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER NINE

C.I.A. AGENTS

Walter sat in his home office looking across his desk at the four that seemed full of excitement, but at the same time full of fear about what the future held for them. he leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Here is the deal; you four have stumbled into a situation that’s….. well, that’s not good. Now make no mistake, you four are expendable; You are going after something that we; the C.I.A.; have been chasing for over…… well, forever; you will see things that do not exist; you are going to find out about places that do not exist.”

Beth slightly giggled sarcasm, as she took Lora’s hand into a tight grip.

“What; are we chasing……like, UFOs or space aliens?”

Walter opened his eyes and slowly leaned forward and rested his arms on the desk looking Beth straight in the eyes, then gave Tom a look of concern with his reply.

“You will have to defy the government, all law enforcement, and break all the rules in order to stay alive; and to answer your question, we don’t know who, or what they are; any agents that dared to go in search of answers……well, they simply disappear; you will learn about things that have been done that will scare the shit out of you. We have never been able to catch even one of them, but we have lost many agents in the pursuit.”

Tom pulled Lora close as he began to tremble slightly.

“Okay. Dad; what’s next?”

Lora tried to decline when Walter pulled his bottle of bourbon from the drawer and filled five glasses, then handed out the calming medication to each one.

“I’m not in the mood for drinking.”

“DRINK!!” Walter loudly demanded.

He quickly downed his glass of liquid in one long gulp with the four following suit, then sat their empty glasses back down on the desk as Walter finished with a demand.

“Go home for now.”

The giant-of-a-man stood and moved around his desk, giving each one a slight hug as they stood, then he turned and slowly walked out the door.

Lora, Tom, Beth, and Paul silently walked down the short hallway and out the front door. Lora could feel Tom’s trembling as she quickly pulled him into the back seat of his S.U.V.

“Paul, you drive.” She requested.

Paul glanced up in the rearview-mirror as he headed down the road, and noticed the color was fading from Tom’s face.

“Are you okay, Tom?”

Lora quickly answered as she pulled her panties off and unfastened Tom’s pants.

“He will be just fine.”

After unfastening his pants and exposing his manly parts, she quickly straddled him, taking his limp shaft inside. When she began to move her butt in small circles he instantly became enlarged and began matching her every move, slipping his large dick in and out of her warm moist aperture. His color immediately returned to his face as he moaned with delight. Beth reached over the center panel that divided the bucket seats and let her fingers gently rub Paul’s inner thigh and whispered.

“Get us home quick.”

Beth smiled when she felt the car accelerate, but Paul’s next words caused the others to freeze in place.

“We have a tail.”

          Still straddling Tom, Lora looked out the back window with a report.

“Their windshield is so dark I can barely make out two figures in the front seat.”

“Reach behind your seat and hand me my shaving kit.” Paul quickly ordered.

          As Lora retrieved the small bag, Tom questioned his motive.

“What’s on your mind, Paul?”

          Paul replied as Beth quickly began shuffling through the bag.

“We are about to capture ourselves a space alien.”

          Beth retrieved two 9 mm. pistols from the bag, then quickly slipped one from its holster to check to make sure there was a round in the chamber before clipping it onto Paul’s belt, then After checking the other pistol she gave him a node of confidence. Paul continued giving orders while looking for a particular corner house he had passed many times, the one with tall hedge bushes obscuring the interception.

“Everyone strap in tight; Tom, Lora, lay down across the seat and brace yourselves.”

          Tom insisted on clarity as he and Lora pulled their seatbelts tight, but Paul’s answer just left him with more questions. Paul spied the tall bushes at the next corner as he responded.

“Get down and stay down until I give the all clear.”

          Tom felt the right two tires lift off the ground as Paul slid around the corner. Paul instantly responded bringing the Escalade back under control, then slammed on the brakes. By the time the vehicle screeched to a complete stop, Paul had it in reverse and picking up backward momentum. The two spooks did not have time to react when they came sliding around the corner to find the ass-end of the Escalade plowing into them. The immense impact sent the Escalade spinning to a stop facing the spooks vehicle, and the two investigators immediately opened their doors and took a stance, taking aim at their pursuers. Paul barked out orders as the spewing steam from the radiator obscured their windshield.

“Get out with your hands on top of your head!”

           There was no movement, so Paul quickly scurried around the back of the Escalade and up beside Beth and stared at the wrecked SUV for a moment before he spoke.

“Cover me.”

          Beth kept aim on the driver’s side as Paul scampered over to the edge of the street so to give himself a direct line of sight at the driver’s door, then nodded for Beth to follow suit. When she had taken her place, crouching down beside him, he slowly crept up alongside the vehicle. He slipped his fingers into she door handle and glanced back at his bride, then both simultaneously gave a node. Paul ducked out of the way as he jerked open the door, then squinted his eyes with confusion at Beth’s next move. She slowly stood while lowering the gun down to her side and shrugging her shoulders. He cautiously peeked around the door to see an empty front seat, then quickly moved to the side of the vehicle to get a clear view in the mirror, but still no one in sight. Carefully sticking his head in, he scanned the unoccupied interior, then relaxed a bit as both started scanning the perimeter for where the enemy may be hiding. After a long moment, he signaled for her to return to the Escalade.

The tone in Tom’s voice made it clear, he was not a happy camper about the whole situation.

“What the hell, Paul; you return empty handed after wrecking my new Escalade.”

          Paul retrieved his pocketknife, then cut the deflated air bag from the steering wheel, then pulled the vehicle into gear and headed toward the house as he surmised.

“The clown car was remote controlled.”

          Lora quickly countered his remark.

“Bull shit, Paul; I saw two figures in the front seat when I looked.”

          He instantly disputed her analysis.

“Well, the vehicle was empty, and no one can move that fast to escape without being seen.”

          Beth’s remark put everyone in silent mode the rest of the way home, and Lora identified with how she was feeling.

“Okay, everybody just shut up; I am completely soaked and need to get home and change.”

That night as the quartette laid together on their king size bed in the master bedroom, they discussed how the men-in-black may have evaded capture, and what kind of shit they have gotten themselves into until they faded off to sleep.

After their morning shower, Lora and Tom sat at the kitchen table drinking their first hot cup of coffee when Paul and Beth walked in with water still dripping and poured themselves a cup of morning joe. They took their seats at the table and sat in complete silence, staring into their cups. After a few minutes they instantly eyeballed each other when they heard a feminine sounding male voice fill the kitchen. The voice seemed to be coming from every direction, causing a cold chill to surge through their bodies.

“You guys are in so much shit.”

          Lora jumped to her feet and turned in a circle with a shout while trying to find the source.

“What the hell?”

The four turned their attention toward a small cloud of vapor hanging just above the kitchen counter and watched in bewilderment as the mist developed into a small childlike man sitting on the countertop. He was about four-foot, weighing around eighty lbs., with light violet eyes, and cute adolescent features. Tom quickly jumped to his feet with a mandate as the entity sat looking around with a gentle smile.

“Who the hell are you?!”

          The strange entity kept his smile while introducing himself with a puerile voice.

“Let’s see; who the hell am I? I will let you call me…..Stardust; we will speak soon.”

The four watched in complete shock as he simply faded back into mist, then vanished. Lora quickly grabbed hold of Tom’s arm and bolstered her discontent.

“OH, HELL NO; HELL NO!!” She

Their receptors went completely berserk as Beth followed Lora’s lead and took hold of Paul’s arm, then they pulled the boys up the stairs with their love juices squirting down their legs. After about two hours of extreme exercise, the foursome lay on the bed in a tangled mess of slippery flesh, then Lora gasped a deep breath and turned toward Beth.

“OH MY GOD. I just thought of something.”

“What’s up babe?” Beth whispered.

Lora rose onto one arm and looked around the room as she quietly pondered.

“What if Stardust was watching us?”

They sat silent for a moment, then Paul began to chuckle at the thought, bringing all four into hard laughter.

Walter sat in his office at the dealership, working on paperwork that never seemed to end. He heard the quiet sound of the buzzer that let him know someone had entered the showroom and poised for a moment to make sure his clothes were straight, then headed toward the front. Walter turned the corner to find a small woman dressed in top-of-the-line clothing that looked very similar to what Lora would wear, but this woman was only about four feet tall, weighing around seventy lbs., well built, with the lightest long blond hair that he had ever seen. He noticed her features were more of a childish look as he slowly approached, then spoke in a quiet, curious voice with a perplexed look on his face.

“May I help you?”

The small woman opened the door to the new red convertible vet and took a seat behind the wheel and giggled her answer.

“Yes, I would like to buy this pretty red Vet.”

He watched the small woman gripping the wheel while straining to see over the dash as she made rum…rum…rum sounds. Thinking there is no way she was old enough to drive, he asked the forbidden question.

“How old are you, young lady?”

          Staring out the windshield and continuing to move the steering wheel left and right, she quickly scolded him.

“Walter; do you realize how rude it is to ask a woman her age?”

He took a big step back as the tiny woman continued with her [rum-rum] noises.

“Okay, young lady; how do you know my name?”

The tiny woman stepped from the car and gave him a cute smile with her reply.

“I did my homework.”

Walter looked down at the small woman with a blouse that allowed her, small, yet well-developed nipples to slightly peek out.

“You seem to have me at a disadvantage.”

She looked up at him while removing her designer sunglasses.

“Yes, I apologize, my name is Jane Doe Smith.”

“Really, Jane Doe Smith.” Walter questioned.

He watched in amazement as Jane turned and walked with complete confidence toward his office.

“That’s right, I have I.D. and I will be paying cash; shall we get started on the paperwork?” Jane responded.

Walter could not help but think about his son’s super-model while laughing to himself as he followed her tiny butt cheeks, which peeked out from underneath her short tight skirt with each step her short, well curvilinear, legs would take. Jane joyfully shuffled through the office door softly humming a cheerful tune and took a seat in front of his desk, then crossed her legs just enough so Walter was able to see she wasn’t wearing panties. He quickly looked away as he took his seat and reached into the file drawer, retrieving the necessary paperwork.

“I need your I.D.”

She leaned forward and handed him her driver-license with a childish giggle and a cute smile, letting one of her pink nipples that set perfectly on her small ,round, firm breast come into complete view. Walter quickly took her license and looked down at the papers and began to fill them out. He glanced up at her when he read the date on her license.

“Wow; happy eighteenth birthday.”

          She giggled in a childish way while lifting her shoulders forward, pushing her small firm breast together causing a little cleavage, letting both pink nipples take a peek at him.

“Thank you; you are so sweet, and a genuine gentle giant.”

Walter cleared his throat and looked back down at the paperwork.

“And how will you be paying today?”

Jane reached into her small black leather tote-bag and pulled out a black credit card and handed it to him. He took the card, then picked up the phone and pushed one button.

“I need the red Vet that’s in the showroom out front and ready to go.”

“I just love a man with authority.” Jane complemented with her childish voice.

Walter ran the card through the slot, then handed the device over for her authorization as he stated.

“I’m old enough to be your Grandpa.”

“Walter, please; I just meant that you are a sweet Grandpa.” Jane giggled.

The sound of the Vet roared to life, then faded as it was being pulled from the showroom.

“So where do you work?” Walter inquired.

Jane suddenly got a serious tone in her voice as she stared across the desk at him.

“WALTER, PLEASE! I can’t tell you that; if I did I would have to kill you.”

He gave her a serious glare as he pointed at the bottom of a page.

“Sign here and you can pick up your title here in two weeks.”

She leaned over the desk to sign the paper, letting her breast come into full view.

“Fantastic Grandpa; is it okay if I call you Grandpa?”

Walter quickly stood and started for the door.

“That will be fine; I will walk you out to your new car.”

She quickly stood and grabbed his large arm and proudly strutted alongside him with her puerile giggle. Once they reached the car, she stood beside him and admired her new vet. It took a minute for Walter to realize she was patiently waiting for him to open the car door, and quickly gratified.

“Thank you Grandpa, see you soon.”

Walter gave a smile as he closed the door and took a step back and watched the vet roared to life. He stood mystified as the small woman in her new red vet disappeared in a cloud of smoke as the back tires left two long black streaks. He shook his head in disbelief and chuckles to himself and headed back to his office.  

Jane was having a good-old-time maneuvered in and out of traffic at a high rate of speed when a small cloud of mist appeared in the passenger seat, then Stardust emerged. He sat giving her a cold hard stare as she greeted him.

“Hi Babe; how do you like my new car?”

“And Just where do you plan on keeping your new car?” He questioned.

“Hey, I got it covered; I rented a parking storage; see, I thought of everything.” She countered.

“No: no you did not; you forgot one important meeting today.” He corrected.

          Jane thought for a second before responding.

“Oh shit; was that today?”

“Yes Jane, and I was there; where in the hell did you learn to drive anyway?” Stardust squabbled.

“Hey, I read like two books on how to drive a sports car.” She countered.

“Okay, love; but we need to speak with the girls today.” He reminded her.

          She agreed, then gave him a warning.

“Okay: put your seatbelt on, the parking garage is across town.”

          Once Stardust fastened the belt, he shouted out her name and tightly gripped the dash as she pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

Lora, Tom, Beth, and Paul sat at the kitchen table, suspiciously looking around the room for any little adolescent entities, then Tom reached into the pocket of his bathrobe for his smart phone.

“This is crazy; I’m calling dad.”

Lora quickly countered while tsking him by the hand, then looked around the table at the others.

“NO! No Tom, I agree this is crazy shit, but I have got this weird feeling that we need to keep this between us four for now. So, please don’t say anything to anyone.”

“I agree.” Beth quietly concurred.

Paul’s phone began to ring as the four agreed to keep their little secret.

“Shit, it’s Mrs. Walker.”

Lora took Beth by the hand and started out of the kitchen.

“You and Tom deal with it; Beth and I are going to go get dressed.”

The two men sat and watched two erotic tan nude butts scuttle out the kitchen as Paul answered his phone while leaning over to keep his eyes transfixed on the two beauties until they disappeared around the corner.

“Benson investigation, this is Paul Benson speaking.”

“Yes, Mr. Benson; my assistant informed me that a young lady stopped by my clothing store earlier today and said it was imperative that I speak with you immediately.” Joann explained.

Paul put the phone on speaker and sat it on the table as Joann waited for his response.

“Okay; did this woman have a name?”

          Joann responded slowly, as the name began to sink in.

“Yes, Jane Smith.”

Paul and Tom leaned back in their chairs and gave each other a crazy look, and Tom quickly reached for a pin and tablet.

“Mrs. Walker, my name is Tom Sealmon; I am an attorney, and I need you to describe this woman.”

They could hear the concern prevalent in her voice.

“Okay; She was very short, four-feet-one-quarter-inch tall and about seventy lbs., eighteen years old; long light-blond hair, childlike features and the cuties little giggle.”

“Wow, you seem very precise of her size; did you measure her with a ruler?” Tom sarcastically asked.

“Yes; as a matter of fact, my assistant did Mr. Sealmon; she ordered several thousand dollars of top-of-the-line clothes, very erotic clothes, I might add.” Joann firmly responded.

Paul sat quiet for a moment giving Tom a concerned look, then spoke to her.

“Mrs. Walker, we need to speak in person; can you come to my house?”

“Yes, my husband would like to meet you as well; so, I will call my husband and we will be there in two hours.” She agreed.

“Great, we will see you then.” Paul replied.

Paul and Tom passed Lora and Beth on the stairwell as they headed up to their rooms to get dressed.

“What’s up babe?” Beth asked.

“Mrs. Walker and her husband will be here in about two hours.” Paul answered.

Lora grabbed Tom by the arm bringing him to a stop.

“Wait, why.”

“It seems that we have another mysterious little person.” Tom explained.

When Tom pulled away and continued up the stairs, Beth stood staring at Lora for a moment as their receptors once again went crazy, then Beth quietly surmised.

“That’s plenty of time for a quickie.”

Both quickly turned and started up the stairs behind their men.

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER TEN

MENTAL VIBRATIONS

The quartette finished their intimate shower, then dressed in their professional attire. They patiently sat at the kitchen table waiting for their clients to arrive while Paul explained to the girls about the situation with the small girl named Jane. He quickly jumped to his feet and started down the hall when the doorbell began to ring.

“Mrs. Walker, good to see you again; Mr. Walker, I’m Paul Benson, good to meet you.”

Paul reached and took his hand into a firm grip as Mr. Walker looked him straight in the eyes.

“Please, call me Ray.”

Ray is an average man, six-foot; one-hundred-eighty lbs., short brown hair, and brown eyes; dressed in a designer suit.

He turned and started back down the hall toward the kitchen. After all the introductions and fresh cups of coffee were served up, Joann began to speak.

“Okay; this young lady Jane, said you needed to talk to us: so what’s up?”

Paul pulled a pad toward him and took out his pen.

“Well, Joann, Ray; we have never met Jane; so before we get into all the crazy shit that’s going on; excuse the language; let me ask you a few questions. Ray, exactly what is your profession?”

Ray sat up a little straighter in his seat and answered with pride.

“I am a physics professor at the community college.”

Lora, Beth, Tom, and Paul glanced around at each other through squinted eyes as their minds returned to the scary sight of Stardust fading into thin air, and the two agents they tried to capture earlier that seemed to just disappear, then Tom slowly began to speak.

“Joann, what did your dad do for a living?”

Joann took Ray by the hand and gave him a soft smile as all eyes turned toward her.

“He was also a physicist.”

Ray lovingly stared into her eyes with a smile and stated.

“He taught me everything I know.”

Beth thought for a moment, then leaned forward putting her arms onto the table and interlocking her fingers before beginning to speak.

“Joann, I need to ask; what did your parents bodies look like?”

Joann’s eyes filled with tears as she looked around the room while describing what happened.

“Well actually, we never saw their bodies; when they called us we went straight to the hospital, but they informed us the morgue had already taken them. When we got to the morgue they had already been cremated. So, we never actually saw their bodies., then the next morning a feds showed up at our door with the eminent-domain papers.”

Lora contemplated the possibility that her parents might still be alive and blurted out loud before she realized.

 “SHIT-SHIT-SHIT!”

Joann turned her full attention in her direction.

“What! What’s wrong?”

Lora looked around the table then looked down and averted.

“I’m sorry; it’s just… I’m sorry.”

Paul looked at Ray and explained the situation the best he could.

“Look, Ray; we are not sure what’s going on, but we need you to go about your business as usual and do not mention this to anyone; also, if you hear from this Jane again call me immediately and stay away from your parent’s farmhouse for now.”

Paul rose from his seat to show Ray and Joann out, then Ray stood and looked him in the eye with additional information.

“Well, that won’t be a problem, the farmhouse has been demolished; even the basement has been filled in.”

Paul pointed for the two to sit back down as he slowly blurted an expletive.

“SHIT!!”

Paul and Tom stared at each other for a moment, then Tom turned his attention back toward Ray.

“Why did you go to the farmhouse?”

Ray began to answer as he and Joann slowly sat back down.

“Well, Joann’s dad and I were working on an experiment, and I wanted to retrieve it; but I was too late.”

Tom leaned forward in his chair and looked straight at the man while asking for clarification.

“A physics experiment; sound, vibrations, or light?”

Ray looked over at Joann and raised his eyebrows as if to ask if he should say. Joann looked around the table, then turned back to him with a slight nod of approval. Ray spoke in his inside voice, as if someone might hear.

“Vibration; we believe if we can find the right frequency, we can see into other dimensions.”

A quiet cute little giggle filled the room, followed by a quiet shushing. Joann quickly rose from the table and shouted while looking around the room.

“WHAT THE HELL!”

Paul quickly rose and gave Ray a jester toward the front door.

“Okay, that will be all for today; I will walk you out.”

Paul, Ray, and Joann walked in silence all the way out the front door and to their vehicle, then once again, Ray turned and looked straight at Paul.

“Dad and I found something; didn’t we?”

“Ray, I’m not sure what the hell is going on; but I can promise you this; we will be talking in a few days.” Paul responded.

He turned and walked back into the house, slowly closing the door. He returned to the kitchen where Beth and Lora were sitting on either side of Tom with their heads lying on his shoulders.

“What’s up guys?”

Beth quickly jumped to her feet and ran into his arms, and He could feel the trembling resonating from her body as he wrapped his arms around her. With Lora’s head buried into Tom’s shoulder, he answered Paul’s question.

“The girl’s say they recognized the giggle that we heard.”

“Okay, elucidate.” Paul said point-blank.

Lora raised her head up and glanced over at Paul.

“It was Beth’s giggle.”

Paul stood and thought for a moment, still holding Beth tight in his arms.

“Well, it did sound similar; but Beth didn’t giggle.”

          Lora instantly countered with a demanding tone.

“NO DAMNIT! It was Beth’s giggle; I have heard that giggle most of my life; I love her giggle, it gives me butterflies every time it.”

Beth let go of Paul and pulled Lora away from Tom and into a tight embrace, then gave a nervous giggle. Paul and Tom stood shoulder to shoulder looking around the room as tom made his demand.

“Okay, this is bullshit; if you are still here, show yourself.”

The four stood frozen as the room once again filled with the sound of Beth’s cute little giggle, then the feminine voice of Stardust filled the space.

“Dang-it Kaylor, control yourself.”

The two small entities slowly formed from two light clouds of fog, then Kaylor ran up to Beth and pulled her down into a tight embrace as she spoke.

“I have been waiting over twenty years to hug you again.”

Beth slightly pulled back and looked into Kaylor’s sunglasses covering her eyes. Tears slowly began drifting down her cheeks when she recognized the child-like entity, and quickly pulled the small girl back into the embrace.

“O MY GOD! I remember you; you were my play friend when I was like….four and five.”

“Yeap; that was me.” Kaylor replied with a giggle.

Beth pulled back and looked down at Kaylor.

“Wait; why did you leave me?”

Kaylor slowly pulled off her sunglasses and revealed her shinny violet eyes as she gave her answer.

“When you started school your mom told you that you had to make new friends and stop talking to me; but it’s okay, that happens to us all the time.”

Beth and Kaylor held on to each other as Lora slowly walked over to Stardust and looked down into his bright violet eyes, then whispered.

“I remember you; your name isn’t Stardust, it’s Da`lue; you were my play friend.”

Lora slowly reached and picked up the small child-like man in her arms and pulled him into a tight embrace, then spun around in a circle.

“Yeap; that was me.” Da`lue squeaked out from his restricted lungs.

Tom and Paul stood and watched in amazement as the girls tightly embraced these two small entities as if they were long lost relatives. Recalling what his father had said, Tom reached and pulled out a chair from the table.

“Okay, we need info; everyone take a seat.”

Lora and Beth took their seats, keeping the small entities sitting on their laps with their arms wrapped tightly around them as if they might try to get away. Tom looked across the table at Kaylor sitting in Beth’s lap.

“Where are you from, and how long have you been here?”

“Well… it’s kind of hard to explain; we live in the same space as you do, just on a different frequency.”

Tom turned his attention toward Da`lue when he began to speak.

“There are many frequencies; everything in every universe exists with its own frequency, separating one existence from the other. Some of us have found a few of these frequencies and know how to use them. Now, how long have we been here? Well, we travail back and forth between our dimension and yours; Kaylor and I were assigned to Lora and Beth at their conception because they have very special abilities, and we were assigned to help control them.”

Da`lue leaned back into Lora’s warm body as she gave him a slight squeeze as she leaned to one side so she could see his face.

“WAIT! What do you mean we have special abilities?”

With his violet eyes beginning to glow, he looked into Lora’s blue eyes.

“We have learned to detect the tiny spark that few children receive at conception; children that have this spark can use vibrations to see, and sometimes travel into other dimensions. It is our job to control these children.”

Paul and Tom stared at each other for a moment, then Paul turned to the girl sitting in Beth’s lap which was looking back at him with a cute smile.

“Exactly how old are you?”

An uncontrollable giggle came from her as Beth squeezed her tight, and Beth could feel the vibration that was resonating out from Kaylor. Beth quickly scolded her husband for his question.

“BABE, PLEASE! You know how rude it is to ask a woman her age.”

Paul turned back toward Tom as his cell phone began to ring. “DAD” is what Tom read on the caller I.D.

“Hi dad, what’s up?”

“What the hell did you do Tom?!” Walter’s deep voice shouted, echoing from the phone.

“Woe , woe, Dad; what the hell is going on?” He nervously replied.

Tom placed his phone on speaker and sat it on the table as his father continued shouting.

“Damnit Tom, they're coming to take you guys out; RUN; dammit run now; do not use any credit cards; do not take your cell phones; leave the country; me and your mother will find you later; NOW, DAMNIT: NOW!”

Kaylor and Da`lue quickly jumped to their feet and pulled Lora and Beth up out of their seats and around the table toward Paul and Tom. The two small entities quickly pulled all four into the circle as Kaylor yelled her instructions.

“Sit on the flour; hurry, sit on the floor; group hug; group hug, hurry!”

Lora, Beth, Paul, and Tom sat in the center of the kitchen flour with their arms wrapped around each other as Kaylor and Da`lue stood on either side of them. When they wrapped their arms tightly around the group and began to giggle very loudly the room seemed to tremble, then Da`lue began to hum loudly. The room faded into a blinding mist, then just as fast as it faded, it began to clear again. Lora and Beth kept their eyes tightly closed as the men looked around at a room they did not recognize, then Tom whispered

“What the hell just happened?”

The girls raised their heads and slowly looked around the strange room while squeezing their body into each others as tight as they could.

“Where are we?” Lora whispered.

Kaylor scurried to pull the curtains closed across the windows.

“You are in our cabin in the wilderness.” She giggled.

          With all the windows covered, Da`lue stood beside her and barked out orders.

 “You guys are now in our dimension; do not go outside; do not go anywhere; there is food in the kitchen, we must go and find out what’s happening; we will be back as quick as we can.”

The two held hands as Kaylor began to softly giggle and Da`lue hummed, then they faded into a fog and disappeared.

The quartette looked around the room that seemed to be animated, then gawked at each other, realizing they also were animated in this reality. They started laughing at each other while stretching and moving their bodies in unrealistic factions, then Beth spotted the super large bed at one end of the room. This bed looked out of place for two tiny entities, it was at least ten feet by ten feet with the appearance of a big cloud. Beth and Lora pointed out the ceiling and the walls, which were covered with mirrors. They all laughed at the shelf above the headboard, noticing it was filled with many bottles of different flavored “DANGEROUS LOVE” lotions along with a large assortment of animated sex toys. The girls started giggling while slowly undressing the boys while walking them backward toward the big bed of clouds.

 

DANGEROUS

LOVE

CARNAL

QUARTETTE

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

VIBRATION WAR

They sat at the kitchen table with their hair dripping water from their shower, giggling at the way each other looked in this animated reality and all the impossible positions they were able to torque and twist their cartoonish bodies, which increased the rush from their orgasms three times more intense. Lora made a shushing sound as she raised her hand up to her ear in the listen position, and everyone sat in complete silence for a few seconds as she got an intense concentration look on her face. Tom leaned over close to her and whispered.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“That was fucking weird; I could hear them coming back.” She stated

Immediately Lora jumped to her feet and heading in the direction of the bedroom with the others following close behind.

Da`lue and Kaylor were standing at the end of the huge bed, staring at the tangled, moistened sheets with a few of their deluxe sex toys scattered within.

 The girls quickly began to pull the tangled sheets from the bed

“We will change the sheets and clean up.” Lora quickly charged.

Da`lue and Kaylor`a gave a soothing giggle, then turned and started for the door.

“Clean sheets are in the closet.” Kaylor informed the girls.

She and Da`lue disappeared out the door as Lora handed the well-used sex toys to the men.

“Tom, Paul; go and wash these.”

After returning the bedroom to its proper manner and all toys were put back in their places on the shelves at the head of the bed, the four quickly walked back into the kitchen. Da`lue and Kaylor`a sat at the table with large bowls and a big box of fruit-loops.

“Wait; you guys have fruit-loops here.”

Lora said in a question form.

As the four took their seats, Da`lue took the big box and filling his bowl up again before responding.

“No, course not; we brought them back from your house.”

        Then Kaylor mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.

“Yeah; they are our fave.”

        As Lora spoke, she resisted the impulse to pick Kaylor up and hold her as if she were her personal pet.

“Okay, what’s happening on “the other side?”

        Kaylor held up her open hand and mumbled while shoveling cereal into her mouth with a full-size spoon.

“Five minutes.”

The quartette patiently waited for the two small entities to gobble up their favorite food, then give a satisfying sigh while rubbing their full bellies. Beth could not keep control her receptors any longer.

“Okay, it’s time to spill the beans; and not just a few; spill the whole damned bag.”

        Da`lue quickly replied sarcastically.

“Okay-okay; it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

        Beth instantly countered point-blank.

 “Well, we haven’t!”

        Da`lue pointed toward the small couch as he began to explain.

“Yeah; good point; first of all, Tom; we got your parents to a secure place, it wasn’t easy, but, Walter finally got our hints; I know the rest of you have lost your parents a few years ago and I’m sorry, but it did make that part of our job easier; Now we have only found two frequencies that can take us into your reality, but there are others; the way we know this is there is another entity that has traversed over into your reality; they are not of the benevolent type; so far, we haven’t found their frequency and they haven’t determine ours; these entities more resemble your kind than we do, the simplest way to identify them is their solid black eyes; so, their attire includes dark sunglasses and black suits; just so you know, they have taken over a large part of your government; now our job is to stop them from discovering our frequency and to try to inhibit them from using your frequency.”

Lora thought for a moment, then demanded as explanation.

“So what does this have to do with us?”

        Now it was Kaylor’s turn to provide answers.

“Well girlfriend; Paul’s Uncle Steve got the snowball rolling; well… I guess the Walker’s actually started the ball, and then Steve, and then Beth married Paul, and the snowball just kept getting bigger and bigger; then Lora met Tom; so our leaders asked our department to find someone that would help; we volunteered you two.”

Now it was Beth’s turn to ask a question.

“Why us?”

        The answer she got from Kaylor sent a hot flash through her body.

“Because it will be easy to teach you two how to use the frequencies again.”

        Tom stared at the two entities for a moment before speaking.

“Wait; are you saying we can learn to use these frequencies?”

Kalor took a deep breath, then agitatedly huffed it out before replying.

“Not you; just Beth and Lora, they were born with the gift; let me rephrase; It will be easy to re-teach you two; when you two were tiny, up until you were told to stop talking with your imaginary friends, I taught Beth how to giggle without using the frequencies, and Da`lue taught Lora how to hum.”

Lora instantly countered with a declaration of her love for music.

“Wait, I hum tunes all the time; I like to hum.”

Da`lue gave her a smile while explaining her abilities.

“Yap, I know; when you were four you kept opening our dimension.”

Lora quietly reminisced through long-past experiences through  squinted eyes.

“Wait, I thought all of those cartoon animals were just dreams.”

Her statement caused Beth to giggle out in agreement.

“Yeah, me to.”

Kaylor confirmed their visits actually had occurred.

“Nope; you two use to come here all the time, until we taught you a different tone; so as not to use our frequencies.”

Da`lue changed their reminiscing to today’s reality.

“Okay, Tom and Paul, I need you two to come with me back to your dimension and give the Walker’s directions to the island where Tom’s parents are.”

This confused Lora, and she inquired about their client’s involvement.

“What do the Walker’s have to do with this?”

Da`lue explained this situation started with them.

“They discovered the frequency for the men in black; that’s why their parents disappeared.”

        After Kaylor, along with the two boy’s disappeared in a cloud of vapor with a loud hum, Da`lue turned and spoke to Beth and Lora.

“Okay, here is the deal, ladies; the men in black now want, and need you dead; if you wish to have a chance at surviving you must join us…. my people in this war.”

        Beth and Lora gave each other a tight embrace, then turned toward Da`lue and softly confirmed simultaneously.

“Let the games begin.”