Excerpt: Beyond the Call of Duty

Beyond the Call of Duty
Wendy Stone
Chapter One

Her lips slid down his chest, leaving a sheen of moisture to glisten in the bright light of the living room and the television. He grunted, tipping his head to the side, his eyes moving from the screen where two guys were double teaming a red headed cheerleader to the tiny blonde who had curled onto his lap, slowly driving him nuts with the slow lapping of her tongue on his skin.

She caught his glance, smiling cheekily and slipping out of his naked lap to the living room floor, pushing back the coffee table to keep it out of her way. His cock rose from his lap, a nest of dark, wiry hair cushioning her hand as she wrapped it around the base. “This is so sexy,” she lisped, running her closed fist over it.

“Don’t talk, suck,” he growled, his hand digging into the ponytail that bobbed above her head. He guided her down, his eyes drawn back to the television set as another girl screamed, three hooded men breaking into her home and catching her masturbating on the couch. It was one of his favorite parts of this video and he watched as she tried to run, her pussy lips rudely spread by the huge dildo she’d been ramming inside of herself.

One of the men caught her, grinning as she jiggled against him and he reached down, moving the dildo inside her and hearing her squeak. Her juices squelched around the heavy plastic and they moved in for a close up, showing off her bare cunt and the man’s hand.

Gabriel Elliot gasped as the little blonde parted her lips wide, taking his distended member deep into her mouth at the same time as the little blonde on television was being surrounded by the three men in black masks. They held her captive, their hands moving over her, ignoring every protest and weak cry for help that came from her mouth.

He smiled as one man knocked her to the floor, grabbing her hair in somewhat the same manner that he had the blonde bitch in his lap and forcing her to rub her face against the bulge that distended his black pants. He ordered her to pull his hard cock out of the confines of the dark denim and breathed a sigh as she tugged his zipper down, reaching in to take out his hard prick. He watched as she took it deep into her mouth and the rapist buried her nose against his pubic hair, grinning at both the camera and the other men with him.

“Bitch can suck,” Gabe muttered as the man on television spouted the same line. One of the other men lifted her onto her four inch heels and yanked the dildo out of the girl’s cunt, a string of pussy juice hanging from the tip of the huge phallus.

“Let’s see if she can fuck,” the man holding the dildo said. He dropped the plastic pecker onto the floor and dropped his black jeans, exposing a hard cock of roughly the same size. It was black, the head shining with his pre-cum and with one thrust, he plowed into the blonde’s bare cunt, laughing as she squeaked out her denials of his movements. Slapping his hand on her white ass, he ordered the bitch to hump it and to do a good job or…else.

The threat was a bit weak and Gabe could have come up with something a bit more appropriate and sure as hell a lot sexier than that. But it was effective and the little blonde began moving in ways Gabe had never seen a girl move. Now, though, he leaned back on the couch in his living room, his hand still wrapped around the blonde ponytail, forcing the bitch on his cock to take him deeper and deeper. He ignored her gag reflex, knowing she’d have a hard time puking with his cock in her gullet and enjoying the way her throat muscles felt as they worked around his meat.

“Suck it bitch,” he growled down at her, seeing the tears in her blue eyes as she looked pleadingly up at him. “Quit your bawling. You’re getting paid for this.” He kept up his rhythm, occasionally letting her come up for air, but probably not as often as she would have liked.

The action on the television was getting intense and Gabe’s eyes kept moving from the bitch being plowed on the screen to the one he was face fucking. He could feel the beginning tension in his balls and he reached out, swatting the little blonde across her white ass, then admired the red palm print he left.

The sound of his cell phone ringing made him sigh and he reached out, grabbing for the noisy thing where he’d thrown it on the coffee table when he’d brought the bitch in to fuck her. “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking,” he growled before he hit the button to answer the phone. He didn’t bother to mute the television, not caring what the person on the other end would think. “Yeah?”

“Gabe, he needs you.”

“Aww, fuck, Teri. He gave me the night off.”

Teri Milner, tall, leggy brunette with gorgeous tits and who was the boss’s mistress gave a soft, seductive laugh. “You’re paying her, aren’t you? I don’t think she’ll care.”

“Paying who, Teri? You know I only got eyes for you.” He grinned as she laughed again.

“And what about the little slut who’s got your cock in her mouth now, Gabe? Let me guess, she’s about eighteen, skinny with big boobs and blonde hair in a ponytail. You’ve got your hand wrapped around that ponytail.” She didn’t say anything for a moment and she heard the suspicious grunt that Gabe made. “And you’re about two minutes from flooding her mouth with your spunk, Gabe. So don’t get all fucking holier than thou on me. I know damn well you can finish up with her and get your ass over to the boss’s house in the next hour.”

“Yeah,” he growled, his hips jerking a bit as he continued moving her over his cock. “But he owes me.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him you said so,” Teri laughed. “Now fucking finish with the blonde and move your ass. He said to tell you to hit the warehouse and then bring the package to his house. His wife is there.”

Gabe laughed as he heard the disgust in her voice. “You know Teri, he’ll never leave her for you.”

“Yes, and thank God for that. Do I fucking look like the maternal type? I damn well don’t want to raise his kids or wash his clothes. I don’t do dinners or clean toilets, Gabe. This is the best that I would ever want. He gives me what I want and I only have to fuck him and stay faithful.”

Gabe felt a shudder of pleasure begin in his balls and he held his little blonde lover down hard. He groaned again before telling Teri good-bye. Then he moved her quickly. “Swallow it all, bitch.” The words were growled as he began to spurt into her mouth. He jerked his hips, forcing her down hard.

She swallowed every thick spurt, swallowing hard to keep it all from coming back up. Tears flowed freely out of her pretty blue eyes, the black mascara she’d so carefully applied earlier in the evening running and making her look like a messy raccoon. She wanted nothing more than to get him out of her mouth, collect her pay and leave.

“Clean it off, bitch. Do it right!” He grunted again, sighing heavily as her tongue cleaned every bit of his cum, even licking over the head of his dick. Then he threw her off of him, reaching out to grab his wallet off the coffee table. He took out the agreed money, throwing it at her before he stood, grabbing her clothing and going to the door.

“Hey! What the fuck…?” she yelled.

“Get out,” Gabe ordered. He stood there, not caring about his own nudity as he waited for the little blonde bitch to collect the money and get out of his apartment. She went, cussing at him the entire way until he slammed the door behind her. “Stupid bitch,” he muttered, making sure the lock was turned. He now had work he had to do. He gathered up his clothing, tossing them in the hamper and turning on the water in his shower.

Waiting until it got hot, he glanced in the full length mirror on the far wall of his bathroom. With a critical eye, he looked himself over. “Not bad for being thirty,” he said softly. His chest was wide and muscled, his abdomen ripped. He had a scattering of chest hair, and a short and closely sculpted beard. His hair was a bit on the longish side and when he had to work, he usually kept it pulled back and into a short ponytail at his nape.

He was tall, stocky and muscular and he kept that way with a rigid workout schedule. But now he had to get ready for work.

Gabe got into the shower, relaxing against the sharp spray. With a sigh, he hurried and got cleaned up then brushed his teeth. Turning off the water in the shower, he grabbed his bottle of mouth wash. He took a healthy swig and swished it through his mouth, finally spitting it into the sink. One towel he wrapped around his hair, the other he used to vigorously dry himself. Then he brushed out his hair and headed into his bedroom to get dressed.

His black suit pants slid easily on over his boxer/briefs and he tucked a pure white dress shirt into them. Then he got his favorite tie out, knotting it quickly before sliding on the suit jacket. He twitched at the fit once and then grabbed his wallet, sliding it into the inside pocket of jacket. He saw a wink of the diamond studs that he wore in his ears. They’d become part of his signature, one he was proud of. It had taken him almost a year to earn these diamonds; they’d been a private gift from the boss and one that he cherished.

Pulling his keys off a hook just next to the front door, he took a quick glance out the peephole, wanting to make sure blondie had gone off on her own. That was the pain about using hookers, sometimes they just didn’t know when to shut up and get the fuck out. Sometimes they needed a bit of a lesson of who was the boss. He glanced at his hand; it was a great reminder to the ladies about who they’d be loyal to. Many a non-loyal girl had ended up spanked to within an inch of their sanity by him.

He smiled. He liked the way they felt under his hand. Gabe would admit it, he had a fetish and he knew it. He liked to watch the girls try to move out of the way of his hand. Of course, if they did or if they lost count, he was always more than willing to start over.

Gabe smiled and then held the door open so he could get out. He had a vintage, cherry red 1968 Mustang, one that he’d done all the rehab work on it. She was cherry all right, with an engine that was sexier than the little slut he’d just been with. He started the car, listening critically to the engine and then smiling as she settled down into her usual growling purr. He’d been a little worried about some of the parts he’d purchased when he’d rehabbed the engine, but it was running smooth.

Sliding the gear shift into reverse, he backed out of his parking spot in the underground garage under his apartment and started down the streets of Monroe City. The night life here was just starting to hop, and the cops were out in force. He knew most of them and a couple waved as he drove by. It was good practice to be in good with the local LEOs. Law Enforcement Officers could mean life or death if one of the teenage gangs tried to get too big for their britches.

He pulled into the warehouse that was on the port side of the town and turned off his car. It looked shut up but he knew that Ray would be in there, waiting for him. Ray didn’t get paid if he didn’t keep the boss happy. So he got out of his car and banged on the metal door. He didn’t quit pounding on it until a light came on inside and the front door slid open just the tiniest bit.

Ray looked out, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing Gabe’s face. “Gabe, what the fuck? You can’t just do what everyone else does and walk inside and yell for me? I thought we had another bust going down.”

Gabe laughed. “Gotta keep you on your toes, big guy. You know what would happen if Tony came down here himself and got this kind of reaction? You better just be happy I like you, Ray.”

“Yeah, yeah you always treat me right. There’s something in the wind, Gabe. I’ve been hearing a buzz on the streets for the past couple of days. You going to wanna be careful the next week or so until things settle.”

“What things?” Gabe asked, his eyes on Ray’s movements. He looked…twitchy. It wasn’t a good look for the guy who weighed about a buck ten soaking wet. It worried him. If Ray was getting into the meth again, he wasn’t sure if Tony would get him off again. Tony had bailed the boy our more than once to listen to him promise and swear on his dead mother that he would never touch the stuff again.

Then Gabe found out, Ray’s mom was alive and kicking in some senior citizen joint down in Florida. Needless to say, Tony wasn’t happy.

“Bad things, Gabe. Bad scary things. I’ve been trying to keep my ear out but no one really knows any specifics. They only know that it’s going to go down and go down soon. I thought maybe you might want to warn Tony and tell Teri to get her ass off the street for a while.” Ray’s head began to twitch and he closed his eyes.

Gabe stepped up close, grabbing Ray’s chin and forcing him to look at him. “You ain’t back on that shit are you Ray?” Tell me honest cuz if Tony has to step in another time for you, it’s going to mean both our asses.”

“No, Gabe. I ain’t touched that stuff since last time. I promise. I got the boss’s box all ready for you.” He tipped his head toward the desk in the corner of the warehouse and Gabe could see the wrapped box a little bigger than a shoe box, sitting on the table. He walked over and scooped it into his arms, feeling the stuff inside shift just a bit.

“You keep your nose clean, Ray. I don’t want to come down here someday to get rid of your body cuz you couldn’t stay clean.” He grabbed Ray’s face, turning it up to the florescent lights above them. His eyes seemed clear even if the rest of him seemed twitchy. “See you, Ray.” He slapped him on the back and then headed out the door of the warehouse. He dropped the package on the seat next to his and started his car, turning down to the more expensive area of town.

Out along the lake were the houses of the rich and snooty. Each house had lake front access and they used it. Huge boats bobbed up and down with the slight waves caused by the freshening breeze. Tony had a boat, and he offered it to Gabe, but the idea of bobbing up and down only got him excited when some girl was doing it to his meat. The boss could keep his damn boat; it held no enjoyment for Gabe.

Pulling into the driveway, he rang the bell and waited for Marissa to open the gate. Marissa was in her late forties and kept Tony’s house clean as well as understood the different men that would be over at all hours. She gave Gabe a bit of a hug when he walked in. “He’s waiting for you. I’ve got some of those apple dumplings that you like Mr. Gabe. Don’t you let him forget it.”

“For your apple dumplings, Marissa, I’d beard the lion in his den.” He bent and kissed her cheek, shifting the box off to his side. “I just don’t understand why you won’t leave this place and come and marry me, Marissa. I’d treat you right.”

Marissa giggled and then smiled. “Mr. Gabe, you couldn’t handle me. I’d wear you out like those little blonde girls you bring home never do.” She laughed lightly then nodded toward the hallway, hearing the boss’s voice as he came out into the entry way.

“Gabe, how many times have I told you to quit trying to seduce the help away from me. Thank you, Marissa. Give us a chance to clear away business and then I’m sure Mr. Gabe would love some of your apple dumplings.”

Tony Blandon was nearing fifty. But he was still a good looking man with a full head of silvery hair. At home he was more comfortable in jeans, usually paired with a buttoned down shirt and a knit vest of some kind. He usually reminded Gabe of a rich man living in the prime of his life and doing what he wanted to do with it.

Tony held out his arm for the package and Gabe held it out, just as happy to be rid of it as Tony was to get it. “Ray’s getting those ‘feelings’ again, Tony. He says something’s going down and soon but he couldn’t tell me what it is.”

“Ray and his feelings,” Tony said, a note of sarcasm in his voice. “I swear next thing you know, Ray will be seeing aliens again. I’m going to have to set up a drug test for the boy.”

“He swears he’s not using boss. But he sure as hell is twitchy.” Gabe took the chair that Tony offered, crossing his legs and smoothing the pleat of his pants. “I sometimes wonder why you keep him around.”

“He’s usually got some idea of what’s going on. He’s managed to save more than one shipment, Gabe. He’s saved your ass once or twice too.” He went to a table in the corner of the room, setting down the package and picking up a cut crystal decanter of amber colored liquid. It was Tony’s favorite brand of scotch and he poured Gabe two fingers, adding a couple of ice cubes and then handing it to Gabe.

He took it, twirling the liquid and ice in his glass before taking a sip. “Thanks boss.”

Tony only nodded, slitting open the brown paper that was wrapped around the package. He pulled the box free and then lifted the lid. Turning, he grabbed a formal looking piece of paper off of his desk and then seemed to check the contents of the box against what was written there. Gabe didn’t even think to glance at what was in the box, not wanting to know what the boss had delivered at strange times of the day or night. He sat, drank his drink and waited for the boss to finish what he was doing.

He sat up when Tony came around the desk, sinking down into his desk chair. “I need to thank you for doing that tonight, Gabe. I know I gave you the night off…”

“It’s not a big deal, Tony. I didn’t have that much on my plate for tonight.”

“Ah, so what was her name?” Tony chuckled, seeing Gabe’s face grow ruddy. “Teri said you’d probably had a blonde sucking your cock, I’d guess by the look on your face that she was right.”

“She was but let’s not tell her that,” Gabe said softly.

“Definitely, she already thinks she knows everything. So, I need you available Friday night. Caitlyn is going out on her first date and I want this kid checked out.”

“Caitlyn? Isn’t she like twelve or something?”

“Yeah, you’d think. But she’s sixteen and thinks she’s all grown up.” Tony shrugged. “Just be here Friday and look dangerous.”

“I can do that boss.” He took another sip of his drink. “Anything else you need?”

“No, that should do it.” He rose when Gabe did, walking him to the door of his study. Shaking his hand, he held him up at the door. “We gotta talk about your future with the company, Gabe. But not tonight. Tonight, you go home and see if you can make up with the lady you were with when Teri called. Have a good evening.”

“That’s water under the bridge, Tony. See you in the morning.” Gabe nodded and headed for the front door. He opened it to walk outside, his hand automatically going to his piece when three men pushed past him. One held an automatic and he used the butt end of it to smash into Gabe’s head.

Gabe went down, his head spinning. He heard screams from Caitlyn and Tony’s wife, Greta. Then he heard Marissa scream and the sound of a gun shot. Tony and his son, Cameron were last, brought out to the hallway in front of Gabe and forced to kneel. Then each was shot, a double tap to the head, mob style.

Gabe felt the blood and gore that came from then, feeling it hit him in the face. He blinked, trying to reach for his gun again and felt one of the gunmen bend close. “You’re lucky. The boss only wanted the family dead. Stay down and you’ll live through this.”

“Fuck you!” Gabe managed to get out. Then another guy hit him again and it was lights out. He woke about three hours later, staring at the strange lights and the people in masks that were rushing around him. “Where’s Tony?” he groaned.

“Put him out, nurse. We’ve got to dig out this bullet.”

A mask was held close to his face and he heard a soft voice talking to him as the gas put him back out.