Chapter 38
The last week in January of 1972 was a busy one for Jake. Monday had been the unexpected and unsettling meeting with Vivian followed by the blow up with Melissa. Tuesday, he had a paper to write for his college prep English class. The five pages took forever to type; how, he wondered, could someone as smart and athletic as him be totally inept with a typewriter. He hoped Vickie Greer was at least getting a laugh out of his misfortune, he grumbled to himself. Wednesday had been Cindy's fashion show; his little angel of mercy had looked all grown up and stunningly beautiful. That she kept insisting that they were going to be together in the future despite all that was going on in his life still amazed him.
It was Thursday, and Jake was feeling good. Feeling good in spite of the embarrassment he felt when Vickie handed him back his term paper. It had so many red corrections of typos it looked as if she had slashed her wrists reading it. Typing sucked. However, the day brightened right after lunch when Tigger cornered him in the hall and said she was healed up and ready for lesson two. She had asked her cousin if she could borrow him for the afternoon and Melissa had agreed. Jake was not thrilled with the idea of being loaned out like a stud but, hey, anything to help educate the youth of America. By the end of Jake's baseball practice, Tigger was in anticipatory meltdown; she was already squirming in her seat as Jake slid behind the wheel. She had waited in his car doing her homework and listening to the radio while he practiced. Jake gave her a kiss and fired up the big V8; there was an aroma wafting about.
"Jake, my panties are so wet it's like I peed them; you need to get me somewhere and take care of me pronto," she said.
Jake allowed that he had a place in mind and headed for Liz's bungalow. Tigger had on a conservative skirt and blouse although you could not tell because the skirt was pulled up to mid-thigh as she absently rubbed herself. Not to mention the three buttons she had undone so Jake could eye her creamy breasts as they strained mightily to escape her bra. Jake had to force himself to drive the speed limit; it seemed as if it took an hour to get to the little house. They walked in and Tigger looked around.
"Is this your casa amor, my young stallion?" she asked.
Then she burst out laughing as Jake spun around and gawked at her. She had mimicked Maria perfectly; Jake had to turn around to make sure her mother was not there also.
"I overheard Mom call you that on the phone, I couldn't resist yanking your chain. How many times have you brought her here?"
"Once, but it was only to go over some paperwork for Melissa; I have much bigger plans for you, my buxom impressionist."
Tigger smiled at that and melted in his arms. He picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and stood her next to the bed. He disrobed her then himself. As he turned her towards the bed, she saw the cuffs attached to the bedposts. She let out a little gasp but did nothing to resist as Jake fastened her in place. Now that she was immobilized, Jake started to work with his lips, tongue, and fingers. Tigger liked this new game as one orgasm after another washed over her. She was more vocal this afternoon compared to her first lesson. She was telling Jake in no uncertain terms what she liked; trouble was that so far she liked it all. She even liked it when Jake wet his finger in her sopping slit and wormed it up her anus. "Wow, who would have thought something that sounded so disgusting would feel so good?" she thought. She squirmed to get more of his probing finger deeper into her backchannel.
For his part, Jake was glad the cuffs were so well padded. He did not think they were designed for the amount of abuse Marisa was putting them through. If the company that made them ever needed a testimonial, he was their man. Tigger heaved her body up and down and thrashed side to side as she came. Her fingers were curled into red tipped claws and the tendons on her neck stood out from the strain. Now he knew why she had needed five days to recover from her last lesson. Jake finally eased up on her, unfastened her wrists and ankles, and went for a cloth and a glass of water. A sip of water and a little sponge bath had her ready for another round. She tried to pull Jake on top of her but he was not playing that game today.
Jake rolled her over and pulled her up on her knees. He positioned himself behind her; steadying himself with one hand on her ass, he used his other hand to guide him into her tight little wet pussy. He rocked forward driving a couple of inches into her then playfully slapped her on her ass. With an 'eek' she tried to get away but Jake grabbed her hips.
"What's the matter, Tigger, you can dish it out but you can't take, huh?"
"Ooh, I really kinda liked it, you just startled me", she said looking over her shoulder at him, "Try me again, me' mucho macho gringo."
Jake almost fell of the bed laughing but took her up on her offer with a couple of more swats as he fully seated his prong in her narrow passage. Jake forgot about smacking that booty, because when she was full of dick Tigger was like the mechanical bull at a cowboy bar. Her baby soft butt was gyrating around in a syncopated motion that was impossible to follow. Jake grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and let her do the work. Jake had never even heard of a woman that got into boinking like Tigger. When Jake did get in a couple of strokes, she went wild again. Jake was going to have to find out what her secret was; it had to be worth millions. Jake flipped over and pulled her on top, he wanted to watch her face while she was in action.
Man o' man was that a bad idea! As soon as she impaled herself, Tigger dug her nails into Jake's pectoral muscles. He finally pried her fingernails out of his chest and held her arms out to the side as she pogoed up and down. She was going to break something if she kept this up Jake decided and it was probably going to be something of his she broke. Just as he was attempting to extricate himself, she had the granddaddy of all orgasms; wailing like a banshee she fell forward and clamped her teeth into his shoulder like a moray eel. After she calmed down, she lay on him smiling dreamily. Jake gave her a couple of minutes to rest and for the pain in his shoulder to subside then flipped her off him onto her back.
Jake reached in the nightstand and dug out the baby oil; he squirted a stream between her big breasts then had her smear it around. He showed her how he wanted her to push them together then he straddled her and slid his dick into the warm slick valley she created for him. Tigger watched raptly as he got his rhythm. She moaned with him as he peppered her face and hair with the force of his cum spurts. They showered together, put some Bacitracin antibiotic on Jake's bite, and worked on Tigger's oral skills. Jake knew one thing for sure, there was no sixty-nining going to happen between them, no way Jose was his dick going to be anywhere near her teeth when she came.
Jake walked Tigger to her door and gave her a kiss. She said she was looking forward to lesson three; Jake shivered when she sank her nails slightly into his arm to emphasize her point. Just as he was getting in his car, Tigger came running out calling his name. Jake climbed back out of his car and walked over to her.
"Mom needs to see you for a minute," she said.
Jake nodded and walked in with her. Maria was in the kitchen looking good in her business suit with an apron over it. Jake told her she looked nice and she kissed him on the nose as thanks. Maria gestured for Jake to sit down then gave Tigger a significant 'this is private' look. Disappointed about being excluded, Tigger pouted and flounced out of the kitchen.
"I've got some news about Randal for you," Maria said.
Jake nodded for her to continue.
"The person I had checking on Randal said he closed up his office and moved. He checked with the rental agent and found out that Randal had given an Orlando post office box as a forwarding address. Barry had a friend of his in the FBI check to see if Randal was the subject of any federal racketeering investigation. He found out that Randal is listed as a contact of a union official named Scarpizio but was not being directly investigated. Scarpizio is in the longshoreman union -- so that part of Vivian's story holds water."
"What business would Randal have down here?" Jake asked.
"Randal puts together commercial projects, large buildings mostly. He is good at packaging everything from site acquisition through to furniture selection. He gets a percentage from each subcontractor and supplier plus a fee for handling the overall project. Theoretically, he could do that anywhere but, as a practical matter, all his usual contacts, subcontractor base, and vendors are in New England. Thornton Development is the only thing that could make it worth his while to move down here."
"That does not sound good," said Jake, "What do you think he is up too?"
"I really don't know, Jacob; Randal has been irrational about this from the start. He is acting in ways I never thought possible. Did you know he is even bringing his bimbo girlfriend secretary down her with him?"
"Does Tigger--er--Marisa know he is coming down?"
Maria smiled, "I know about her new nickname -- she even has Barry calling her that. What no one will tell me is what it means or how she got it. Anyway, the answer to your question is no. Randal has not even spoken to her since he went back after Russell's funeral. They have never been close, in fact neither she and nor Tyler have ever had much to do with their father, which seemed to suit him just fine."
"Do you think Barry can put a word in the FBI's ear that Randal might need closer scrutinizing? I think the more eyes he has on him the harder it will be for him to do something drastic."
"That is a good idea, Jacob; I'll ask him tonight. Speaking of Barry, are you ok with me seeing him? We seem to be so good together, Barry and I."
"All I want is for you to be happy. You are one of the good people; you deserve to be happy," Jake said with conviction.
Beaming a radiant smile, Maria sat down in his lap.
"You are still my young stallion," she teased.
They both jerked their heads towards the door when they heard a fit of muffled giggling.
Later that night, Jake and Melissa discussed what Maria had told him. Surprisingly, she thought it was good that Randal was close. It would be easier to keep up with him now; plus Barry could turn the heat up on him. Jake shrugged at her argument; he had an inkling that Randal was too dangerous to be this close.
Friday, Jake and Melissa skipped regular school and went on an educational field trip with Charles to check on the new store under construction in Orlando. It was Jake's first visit to the site; he was impressed at the location they chose. He remembered that in his former life this corner was the home of one of the largest Ford dealerships in the country. Jake was also impressed with the progress being made; Charles told him they were about ten days ahead of schedule largely because of the mild winter so far. Block masons were busy laying up the last two exterior walls while a crane was unloading a tractor-trailer full of steel I-beams for the roof system. Jake wandered around while Charles and Melissa talked to the building superintendent; Jake wondered what the tough looking middle-aged construction guy thought about his teenaged boss.
He must think highly of her Jake figured, when he put his arms around her and she kissed him on the cheek. Melissa dragged the guy over to meet Jake; his name was Sam Parker. Melissa told Jake that she had visited job sites with her dad since she was six and 'Uncle' Sam was her favorite builder. Melissa left Jake with Sam and went to walk around with Charles. Jake and Sam made small talk until they saw Melissa and Charles approaching. Sam shook Jake's hand and told him to be good to his little 'Lissa or he would put a boot up Jake's ass. Sam's grip was vise-like Jake did not doubt his word for a minute; he nodded and said, "Yes Sir." Jake recalled that Gail Martin's father said almost the same thing. Jake guessed construction guys must all exchange ideas on how to deal with suitors.
Saturday, Charles finally convinced Jake to try golfing with him. Charles, Sven and Barry Miller needed a fourth. Jake decided he could sacrifice a morning for dear old dad so he piled into Charles' Olds and headed to the links. Jake exercised his gift certificate that Charles gave him for his birthday and bought himself a set of left-handed clubs, a bag and a dozen balls. Jake should have purchased more than one dozen. He then proceeded to show Charles and Company that lack of golfing talent could be passed down father to son. By the time the foursome made it back to the clubhouse, the groundskeeper was ordering a couple of pallets of sod to replace the divots Jake had cratered across the course. As Jake sipped a Tab, the three adults ragged his ass for how badly he played. Even Charles acted smugly superior.
Back at home, Jake discovered it was officially sleepover Saturday. Angie was going out with Beth and Tigger was spending the night at their house. Erika and Muffy were dragging Jake to the mall to buy presents for his sisters' upcoming birthdays. Erika was spending the night with them. The surprise guest was Jody Marks. Jody was hanging out with Debbie for the weekend. Jake sat at the nook table as Jody brought them up to speed on her life. The future pilot she was so in love with turned out to be an opportunistic bastard who tried to control everything Jody did. She had not been in touch with them because he had insisted she hang out with him and his crowd. When he returned from Christmas break, he told her he was engaged to his high school sweetheart, so it was time for Jody to hit the road. Someone needed to teach that boy some manners.
Later that evening, a lot was happening while Melissa and Erika were dragging Jake around the mall. For instance, Debbie and Jody were getting dressed up to go out. Although Jody did not know it, Debbie was taking her to the same lesbian bar she had enjoyed with Maria. Debbie had some unfinished business with Jody. For her part, Jody was willing to do anything Debbie wanted; Jake's confident and beautiful sister enraptured her. She, too, remembered the electric kiss they had shared as she was leaving the Turner house back in October. When Debbie told her on the phone to bring something sexy to wear out on a date, Jody was disappointed because she thought Debbie had fixed her up and they were doubling. Still, she picked out a tight white top and a red miniskirt that showed off her gymnast's legs. She knew that with her heels on she was an impressive little hottie in the outfit.
Debbie wore an equally sexy ensemble, although it was all black: skirt, blouse, and calf high boots. Debbie had on crimson lipstick and finger nail polish; to Jody, she looked strong and forebodingly beautiful. When they were in Debbie's car heading for the bar, Jody asked her where they were meeting their dates. Debbie laughed and put her hand on Jody's knee, "You are my date, Sweetpea -- and don't forget it." Her words shot a thrill through Jody; she smiled at Debbie and nodded her assent. Jody turned herself slightly in her seat so Debbie could keep her hand on her knee and anywhere else she wished.
In Orlando, Randal was talking on the phone to Vinnie Scarpizio. Neither one of them knew the phone was tapped. The FBI had obtained a court order allowing them to monitor Scarpizio's phones two days earlier. Unfortunately, Randal never identified himself and the Feds did not recognize his voice. Randal had a new need and wanted Vince to lend him a couple of 'handymen'. Vinnie gave him a name and what turned out to be the number for the ASLA union hall in Tampa. Randal thanked him and they chitchatted about golf and the country club scene. Vinnie said he would be down next month to catch some of the Yankee's spring training in Tampa. He would come visit; they could get in a few rounds and survey the local talent.
Randal hung up the telephone and leaned back in his desk chair. The furnished luxury condominium he was renting was expensive but perfect for him and Mitzi. Randal had gone all out for his little concubine; she was sporting a brand new Florida wardrobe that had set him back a couple of thousand dollars. Money well spent he estimated because she had been on him like a fat boy on a Twinkie every since. His new office was on the ground floor of the condo; how groovy was that? Mitzi loved sitting at her desk in front of the large plate glass window; she knew she was the object of every male's attention that walked by. He thought that he might as well stay right here when he took over Thornton Development, there had to be a place nearby for the peons to work.
Randal decided his latest plan for acquiring Thornton Development was sheer genius. His bitch of a niece's will precluded him from taking the easy way out and having her whacked. However, if she were incapacitated in some way, it would fall on him to step in and save the family business. He only needed his foot in the door to show that his management skills were needed on a long-term basis. He had Vivian's proxy for the ten shares she still owned; combined with his fifteen, he controlled a quarter of the company. That was surely enough to back his legal challenge when Melissa was sidelined. Monday, he would call Vinnie's instruments of change to put his plan into action. The thought of finally obtaining his goal excited Randal; he arose from his desk looking for the compliant and ever-grateful Mitzi.
While Randal was contemplating giving Mitzi a tonsil-dicktomy, Debbie and Jody were walking into the Yum-Yum Tree lounge. Debbie had her arm casually around Jody's shoulder; Jody had her arm proudly around Debbie's waist. Jody was not a bit reticent when it came to public displays of affection with Debbie. When Debbie took her on the dance floor, Jody molded her small body against her bigger friend. Jody eagerly made out in the booth and quickly spread her legs for Debbie's questing hand. They stayed at the bar for a couple of hours then Debbie drew Jody to her feet.
"Are you ready, Sweetpea?" Debbie asked.
"Oh yes, Deborah; I could not be any readier."
Debbie smiled; her new little pet was a fast learner. Debbie led her to the parking lot then unlocked the car door for her. Before Jody could open the door and get in Debbie pushed her against the car and kissed her with a probing tongue. Jody melted; she leaned limply against the car when Debbie stepped back.
"That should hold you until we get home," Debbie said with a devilish grin.
As Debbie was pointing her Calypso Blue, Boss 302 Mustang toward the Turners' house, Jake was opening the door to Liz's bungalow for Erika and Melissa. Jake and Erika had cooked up a little surprise for Muffy; it was time for her to pay the piper. By her own admission, she had two spankings coming; tonight, Jake was going to redden her beautiful ass then, as he had promised her, he was going to ream and ravage it. Once inside the house Jake explained all this in detail to Melissa, her eyes kept getting bigger as he talked. Melissa squirmed her bottom as she contemplated the extended attention it would shortly be receiving. Erika went into the kitchen and brought back the big wooden spoon she had borrowed from Helga; Melissa moaned when she saw the size of it. Jake sat down on the couch and nodded to Erika who proceeded to disrobe Melissa. When Melissa was nude, Erika led her to Jake and helped her lay across his lap. Both girls' eyes glittered as Jake raised the spoon in a high arc above his head.
Jake gave her ten stinging swats on each ass cheek. Melissa screeched and wiggled but made no effort to actually get up. When the spanking was over, her shining ass was as pink as the inside of her wet little pussy. Erika led her to the bedroom where the big blonde laid her on her stomach and poured soothing aloe lotion on her beacon-bright ass. Erika quickly stripped and joined Melissa on the big four-poster bed. Jake stood by the bed watching the two women as they kissed with increasing ardor. Jake began removing his clothes as Erika pulled Melissa on top of her in the sixty-nine position. As Erika feasted on her lover's tasty quim, she was repeatedly working an aloe-lubed finger into Melissa's anus. Jake moved up onto the bed and positioned himself behind Melissa's marvelous ass. He lubed his dick with the KY he had snagged from the nightstand. Erika pulled Melissa ass cheeks apart to fully expose the target rose as Jake set the head of his slippery dick against her pucker.
His little love muffin squeaked as he pushed firmly past her sphincter too quickly for her to prevent his plundering probe. Erika nuzzled her face deeper into Melissa's pussy and sought out her clit as Jake pushed even more of his rigid shaft into her. Melissa was up on her hands and knees now; this was too intense for her to try to please Erika. The smooth pistoning stroke of her man in her ass combined with the eagerly lapping tongue of her woman was sweeping her towards oblivion. Besides, she could not talk with her face buried in Erika's crotch.
"Take me Jake, use me, whip me, beat me, make me your slut. I want to be your Blanche Dubois, Your Stellaaaahhh..." She came as she flashed on an image of Jake as Stanley Kowalski in a wife beater tee-shirt. It was a spectacular orgasm, her body clenched so tightly Jake thought she was going to hurt herself. Then she trembled, let out an ethereal moan, and fell over unconscious. Erika and Jake looked at each other in disbelief; it was the damnedest thing they had ever seen. Jake went to get a wet towel for Melissa; while Erika used it to revive her, Jake went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, a blissfully smiling Muffy held out her arms to him.
"That was wonderful, Baby", she said, "I want us to do it to Erika, and then I want it again."
Jake groaned; it was going to be a long night. A smiling Erika was already getting on hands and spread knees for the next round.
Four miles away, the night was heating up in Debbie's bedroom as Debbie had a squirmy little gymnast pinned to the bed with her strap-on. Jody was happily spitted on the other end of the eight-inch rubber dick. She was in heaven and in love with the goddess hovering above her.
Randal Thornton called the union hall of the Tampa International Stevedore and Longshoremen Association at nine o'clock Monday morning. He left a cryptic message for Lester Miller that included his callback phone number. At eleven Miller called him, a meeting was arranged for the next evening between Randal, Miller, and Lester's trusted friend and brother-in-law, Donald Feranti. Miller and Feranti were lower level soldiers for the Scarpizio operation. Vinnie Scarpizio had branched out to Tampa because it was an excellent port for the trans-shipment of drugs.
At nine o'clock in Palmdale, Jake and Melissa were heading toward the office of Diane Phillips, principal of John F. Kennedy High School. Jake detested being called to the office, although he had to admit that since Diane had become principal the visits were usually innocuous. The ever-efficient school secretary waved them towards the door to Ms. Phillip's office; they walked in and had a seat. The office was crowded as Carl McClelland and Coach Nelson were also there. Jake decided the meeting could not be about anything too bad as the three adults were all grinning.
"We have some double-good news for you and a huge favor to ask," Diane said. "The double-good news is that Sara and Brian and Carl and I are getting married on Valentines Day."
Jake could not restrain himself and let out a whoop. He jumped up and hugged Diane then almost dislocated Brian's and Carl's arms as he shook their hands. Melissa also was hugging everyone; it was fabulous news.
"We knew you would be happy, Jake, since you played matchmaker for us. Now for the favor -- could you two watch Faith and Hope for a week? We are going to get married on a Valentine's cruise to the Bahamas; the ship sails on the 11th and returns on the 19th."
Melissa said, "Of course we'll keep them; they are such nice young ladies, it would be a pleasure."
Jake nodded his concurrence; spending time with the twins was a long way from being an odious chore. After more hugging and hand shaking, the teens left the office. February was going to be a great month, Jake thought, Debbie turned eighteen on the tenth, and then Angie would be seventeen on the seventeenth. Four great people were getting married, he would be playing baseball, and he was spending a week with the surprising Phillips twins. Life was just too damn good!
Tuesday evening at seven, Randal met Miller and Feranti at a rest stop on Interstate 4 between Tampa and Orlando. Randal told the taciturn stevedores what he wanted to happen in broad terms; he was leaving the details to them, after all, they were the experts. Randal gave them a picture of Melissa plus a typed sheet with her address, a description of her car, and some other details. Miller had a few questions, the main one being how badly Randal wanted her hurt. Randal said anything short of dead was fine with him. Randal added that he wanted her to be in continued fear for her life afterwards so it needed to be something dramatic and traumatic. Miller's lip twisted up in a little smile at that, he liked to hurt people. The two thugs told Randal they would take the job; a pleased Randal handed each of them an envelope containing five thousand dollars, half their fee up front.
One thing about Miller and Feranti that made them trusted by Mr. Scarpizio was their thoroughness. Wednesday, they packed up and headed to Palmdale. They rented two rooms in an efficiency motel using assumed names then let the friendly folks at Avis rent them another car. The rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday, they drove around familiarizing themselves with the area. On Friday, they made their final plan as they sat in the rental car parked on the street across from the Turners' house. Their client wanted the woman hurt and terrorized, which meant a show of violence. They figured a daytime attack would have the necessary effect. A daytime job increased the odds of being caught, but the two thought they had a good enough plan to preclude witnesses or capture. Now all they had to do was wait for an opportunity to strike.
Melissa woke up at nine on Saturday morning, stretching like a cat; damn did she feel good. She looked at the clock and hustled into the shower, she was supposed to pick Tigger up at ten; they were going to the mall. Tigger wanted some sexy underwear for lesson number three from Jake. Melissa arrive at Maria's at ten after. She went in and said hello to her aunt. Maria had not heard the news about the impending double marriages so Melissa filled her in. Tigger was finally ready to go at ten-thirty. Maria told Melissa to drive safely as they bolted out the door. Neither girl noticed the nondescript Ford sedan that fell in behind them.
The addition of a second girl made no difference to the two thugs; whatever happened to her was irrelevant as long as their target got taken care of. As they followed the silver Corvette, they calmly looked for the best place to carry out their mission. They were on the perfect road for what they needed to do; as soon as there were no other cars in sight, Feranti pulled over as if to pass.
Melissa and her cousin were yakking about what kind and color of bra and panty would look best on Tigger when Melissa noticed a car pulling out to pass them. The driver must be in a super hurry to pass her here, she thought. They were on Nova road, a narrow lane that ran beside a large canal. Melissa was concentrating on the road ahead as the sedan pulled up next to them. When the car did not complete the pass, she glanced to her left. When she did the passenger lifted a shotgun and pointed it at her through his open window, "Die bitch!' he yelled then fired the shotgun into her front tire.
Melissa screamed and jerked the steering wheel to the right; the
Corvette glanced off a palm tree, spun, and plunged into the canal.
Melissa's seatbelt kept her from being throw forward but she cracked
her head against the side window hard enough to stun her. Marisa was
slumped in her seat, unconscious with blood tricking down her face. She
was also belted in but had slammed into the upright pillar that held
the right side of the windshield. As Melissa regained her senses she
stared to panic when water started to rapidly fill the mostly submerged
automobile. She desperately struggled with her seat belt, it was jammed
by the crash and her fingers felt like thick sausages as she struggled
to free herself.