(4/9) (Crime Drama, nc, not pc)
SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY
by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996)
Author's note: This story borrows characters from two novels by Thomas Harris:
"Red Dragon" and "Silence of the Lambs." It is highly recommended that you
read this particular story in order; otherwise, you miss important elements of
the plot.
Warning: This fictitious story is decidedly NOT politically correct and is
intended for mature readers.
Chapter Four
"If I make you as excited as a sixteen year-old virgin, it shouldn't take
more than five minutes for you to recover, right?"
Starling felt his chest vibrate beneath her as he laughed. She was laying
on top of him, her fingers playing with the curly hair on his chest.
"Those were the days," he said.
She lifted herself up and kissed his chin, then his lips, then his
eyelids.
"This may be an impertinent question to ask a father, but... might Nora
have a condom that we could use."
His eyes opened, and he looked at her for a moment, before rolling her
over and lying on top of her, but with most of his considerable weight on his
elbows and knees.
"You are an impertinent little thing, Starling." he said, his eyes
laughing.
"And a shameless hussy, Myers," she said.
"That too," he said and kissed her.
"But I want you inside me," she said. "I want you to fuck me, Gene."
They kissed again, and she could feel the first stirrings of his cock
pressed against her thigh.
"Maybe I should flip you over and take your ass," he said, his eyebrows
arched, humor in his eyes. He noticed her face register surprise.
"Forget I mentioned that," he said, quickly, kicking himself mentally for
breaking the lovely mood.
"Have you, um, ever done that," asked Starling. "Anal, I mean."
Gene let out a breath and said, "Yeah, but I wasn't really sugg---"
"No, I'm curious," she said and blushed. "With your wife?"
"Yes," he said. "It may surprise you to know that you're only the second
woman I've ever made love to. You and Chris."
He kissed her softly, then rolled the two of them sideways so she wasn't
crushed under his weight. Their faces were six inches apart.
"Chris was, well, a wonderful lady. Two years into our marriage, this
was before Nora, she noticed that we we're making love as often. She went out
and bought "Joy of Sex" and bullied me into trying new things. It was like
being a newlywed again. Over the years she'd be the one to introduce new
things... sexy lingerie, role-playing... lots of beautiful things that kept our
marriage young. I had no imagination compared to Chris."
"Me either, I'm afraid," she said. "Did you... did she, like anal sex."
"Uh huh," he said.
"That's it, "uh huh"," complained Clarice.
"Uh huh," he said.
Clarice laughed and rolled away from him and off the bed, and he watched
her walk over to where his robe had dropped earlier.
"Why don't you make us a drink," she said, pulling his robe on and
chuckling at the size of the garment on her much smaller body.
She went upstairs and found the light still on under the door of what she
figured must be Nora's room. She knocked softly and entered when she heard
Nora's voice. Nora was in bed, two pillows behind her back, reading. Her face
broke into a huge smile when she saw Clarice enter and cross the room dressed
in her father's robe.
"Oh, boy," she said.
"You said that I'd have to take the initiative," said Clarice, sitting on
the edge of Nora's bed.
Nora smiled and said, "I'm really glad... for both of you but 'specially
dad."
"I've got a weird favor to ask you... I didn't pack any condoms, not
expecting.. y'know... and your dad doesn't have any."
"Oh!" said Nora, giggling. She motioned for Clarice to get up, then slid
out of bed and led the her across the room to her dresser, her arm around the
older girl's waist. She opened her top draw and pushed aside a bunch of lacy
lingerie. At the bottom of the drawer were several books, several dildos and
vibrators, a box of condoms and, to Clarices surprise, a tube of K-Y jelly and
an enema bag. She noticed that one of the books was, "Nine and a half Weeks."
Clarice remembered reading that erotic story several years back, disturbed at
her body's reaction to the escalating scenes of dominance and submission.
"You're welcome to anything," said Nora.
"My goodness," said Clarice, blushing slightly as her hand passed over a
foot-long black dildo and retrieved the box of condoms.
"This'll sound strange to you but most of this stuff was a gift from my
mom, in a box that she'd left for me to open after she'd passed away." Nora
retrieved a small notebook from the drawer. Clarice noted that it was filled
with neatly penned writing, and the girl's voice broke as she explained the
notebook to Clarice.
"She wrote me this... her thought and ideas about sex... about letting
your body and mind stay open to new experiences... it's really beautiful."
Tears were running down one cheek and Clarice hugged her.
"If your father doesn't kick me out after tonight, maybe you can help me
with some of this," said Clarice, indicating with a wave of her hand the
contents of the drawer. "I'm not very experienced, and I don't have your mom's
wonderful imagination."
Nora wiped away her tears, smiled and hugged Clarice.
Clarice pulled a condom from the box, thought again, and took a second.
She said goodnight to Nora and turned toward the door.
"Wait... wait a sec, Clarice. What size are you?"
"Six," she said.
"Bra?"
"Thirty-four."
Nora smiled and rummaged through her lingerie. "Take off that ugly robe,
Agent Starling. We're gonna give ol' dad a surprise."
She pulled out two lacy things in a fuchsia color, and held them up for
Clarice to see. The bra was tiny, the cups not meant to cover more than the
bottom third of the breasts, leaving the nipples exposed. The panties were cut
severely up the sides, showing almost all of the thighs, and fastened at the
crotch.
"Were these your mom's?" said Clarice, intrigued by the sexy lingerie but
certain that it would be too bizarre if she showed up in his late wife's
things.
"Mine," said Nora.
Clarice threw off the robe and quickly slipped on the bra and panties.
When she stood in front of the mirror, with Nora standing behind her also
examining her father's new lover in the reflection, she felt and looked sexier
than she ever had before.
"I look like a total slut," said Clarice, smiling at Nora's reflection in
the mirror.
"Uh huh," said her coconspirator, smiling back. "He'll go nuts."
At the foot of the grand staircase, Starling removed the robe and hung it
over the edge of the railing. A smile on her face, she strolled down the hall
to her bedroom. She was about to enter through the half open door when she
heard a voice behind her.
"Over here, Clarice."
She turned and looked into the family room, now dimly lit by candles, and
saw the large shape of Gene Myers in one of the easy chairs. She entered the
room, her hips swaying a bit more than normal, her breasts held up and together
by the half-bra, her stiff nipples leading the way like beacons.
"My goodness," she heard him say as she approached and entered the range
of the candle's light.
"Hi, lover," she said, noticing now that she was a couple of feet from
where he sat that he was still nude. The sight of his strong male body caused
her sex to tingle in anticipation.
"I was worried that you'd switch partners," he said, handing her a glass
containing a generous portion of amber liquid.
"Cognac?" she said, swirling the glass under her nose.
"Armanac, actually," he said.
Clarice took a seat in an easy chair that diagonally faced his. She put
her legs up on the coffee table, next to the bottle of Armanac, and crossed
them at the ankles. She took a small swallow of her drink, watching Gene over
the edge of the glass, and felt the liquid burn slightly as it went down her
throat.
"Nora is sweet, but she's not my type, Myers."
"I'm glad to hear that, Starling. I want you to myself tonight."
"You got me... oh, and my journey was a success." She held up two
foil-wrapped condom packages.
"In more ways than one. You look incredibly sexy."
"You can thank your daughter for this little number," she said,
emphasizing the word little, and chuckling happily. It was strange, she
thought, and a totally new experience for her, to be sitting like this with a
man, wearing lingerie that made her feel more exposed and sexy than if she was
nude. "Hell," she thought, "it was also unheard of for straight-laced Clarice
Starling to be sleeping with a man she just met."
Gene leaned forward and poured himself another drink. "Normally," he
drawled after he had finished pouring his drink, and capping the bottle, "I
don't let guests put their feet on the furniture." He ran the back of his
fingers up her slender leg.
"Will you make an exception for me, an uncouth West Virginia girl barely
a generation out of the coal mines?"
"Only 'cause your legs are so fine," he said.
Clarice uncrossed her legs and slid forward in her seat, sipping her
drink while his huge hand caressed up to the inside of her thighs, then back
down, slowly, to her ankles.
"You don't think they're too muscular?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Jogging?"
"Uh huh," she said, "and swimming, and martial arts."
"Rank?"
"Black, second degree."
"And I've heard you're probably the best shot in the Bureau, with either
hand."
"Brigham's much better," she said, remembering her gunnery instructor at
the Academy.
"Nevertheless," he said, "I've got to remember never to piss you off."
She laughed and widened her legs as his hand made its way up her thigh,
only to stop maddeningly short of her sex. She sighed and took another swallow
of her drink.
"You're pissing me off now, Myers" she said, lifting one leg off the
coffee table and draping it over the edge of the hair, the invitation clear.
He chuckled and dropped to his knees, pushing the coffee table away to give him
the space he needed in front of her chair. This time it was his lips and
tongue that traced a path up her leg. When he reached the small triangle of
silk covering her panties he heard her whisper about the snap he could use to
open them. He ignored her and continued to make love to each of her thighs,
then rose from his haunches to position himself so he could flick his tongue
back and forth over one long, stiff nipple then the next. She moaned when he
took a nipple between his teeth and chewed it gently. Her free hand combed
through his mass of hair, pressing him to her breast, enjoying the exquisite
feelings coming from her hard nubs.
When his mouth left her breasts and slipped down her flat stomach, she
pushed his head down, urging him lower. He complied, and was soon kissing and
mouthing her sex through the thin fabric that covered it. He lifted her other
leg off the table and draped it over the other arm of the chair, then slid his
massive hands between her ass and the seat of the chair. Lifting her ass off
the chair, his mouth returned to her sex.
"Lick me!" she cried, her passions enflamed. "Put your tongue in me."
He used his teeth to pop the small snaps at the crotch of her panties.
"Ohhh," she cried when his tongue found her erect clit. He carefully
avoided the sensitive nub and drove his tongue as deep as it would go into her
hole, pressing his face up against her sex. He proceeded to tongue her for
several minutes, avoiding her clit because he knew she'd climax before he
wanted her to.
"Oh, God, Gene," she cried, "make me cum!"
He withdrew his long tongue from her sex and lifted her further off the
chair. Clarice cried out in surprise when she felt his tongue slid back to her
rosette and flick back and forth over the virgin hole.
"Oh my... Oh my!" she said as his tongue teased her rosette, the new and
incredibly edge. She moaned in disappointment when his tongue finally ended
its assault. Looking down past her heaving breasts she saw his eyes reappear at
the vee between her spread thighs, watching her. She felt his mouth cover her
sex and waited, desperate, for his tongue to enter her again and give her the
release she sought. Instead, she felt his fingers shift beneath her and one
digit rotate in small circles over her now-slick anus.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried when she felt the finger force its way inside her
ass. "Ohhh," she moaned as the new feelings added to her already overheated
senses.
Then she felt his tongue return to her clit, flicking quickly over the
sensitive nub, driving her very quickly to the edge and beyond. The orgasm
that followed was the best of her life, continuing for what seemed like an
eternity, the dual assault on her virgin ass and clit sending her body into
convulsion after convulsion.
- o -
"You okay, babe?" he asked after returning from the bathroom off her
room, where he'd washed up, to find her in the same position he'd left her, her
legs spread over each arm and her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
Her mouth curved into a smile. "I'll live."
He gently unhooked her legs and set them down. Placing his knees on
either side of her thighs, he eased himself on her chair and took her head
between his hands. He kissed her gently, her lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids,
then her lips again.
"I'd forgotten how good it could be," he whispered.
Her eyes opened and she smiled into his face. "It's never been this
good, not for me," she said. They kissed again, this one long and wet.
Clarice's hand found his cock, hard and very thick, and circled the shaft.
When Clarice broke the kiss she circled his waist with her free hand and
gripped his ass, urging him up and forward. He moaned as his cock entered her
mouth and she sucked him hard.
"I want to fuck you, Clarice," he said after a minute, his voice deep
with desire.
Clarice pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up, past his massive
chest and into his face. "My ass?" she asked, then took his cock back into her
mouth, watching his face as she teased his cock with her tongue.
"It would be my honor, Clarice... some other night, when we have time to
do it right."
He reached over and found a condom, unwrapping the foil while he watched
her suck his cock into her mouth, taking him deep until his cock hit the back
of her throat.
"Better stop, babe... mmmm... or I'll cum again." When she continued to
suck him he added, "I don't think I could manage a third."
She pulled her mouth off and smiled at him. Taking the condom from him
she stretched it over the head of his cock and worked it down the shaft. He
got up from the chair and pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard with his
cock pressed up against her belly.
"How 'bout I lie down on the carpet and you get on top?" he suggested.
"Hmmm," she said. "I've a better idea."
She let go of him and walked behind the chair they'd been using. She
bent herself over the back of the chair, resting her hands on the arms.
"Come behind me, Gene, and fuck me."
He moved quickly to obey, and soon had her split panties out of the way
and his cock positioned at her wet sex. As he entered her and felt his cock
stretched the walls of her tight passage, he was in awe of the sensations. It
had been nearly two years since he'd last had sex with his wife, before the
cancer ravaged her body. It was many years before when his late wife felt as
tight as the girl as was now inside, and this thought caused a pang of guilt.
"Oh, yes, Gene!" he heard from Clarice as his cock bottomed out in her
wet cunt.
He withdrew and entered her again, faster this time, luxuriating in the
wondrous feeling of her tight pussy gripping onto his rod. His hands slid
forward to her narrow waist as his thrusts continued, then around her body to
grab hold of her firm tits. Holding her beasts for leverage he quickened his
pace until he was slapping his hips into her ass with every forward stroke.
"Oh, yes... Oh, yes," chanted Clarice as he fucked her. She had never
felt anything so big inside her, so filling, so wonderful. The feeling of his
thick cock rubbing up against her clit, and stretching her passage as never
before, and his meaty paws squeezing her breasts against her chest, had her
quickly approaching another orgasm.
"Fuck me... harder... oh, Gene!" she cried before the release of her
climax made her incoherent. Gene groaned and came at the same time, sent over
the edge my the pulsating tightness of her pussy on his fast driving cock.
- o -
The four teams of agents were on the Interstate heading toward
Mississippi by ten the next morning. Starling and Myers had already been into
the office and collected their files before the caravan of four vehicles went
to the airport to meet Agent Quinn's flight. Quinn drove in Starling's rental
car while Myers and one of the junior agents on his team took his Explorer.
Each team was equip with pictures of all the MPs, Walters and Burns, and photos
of the same make, model year and color of the cars driven by the MPs when they
disappeared.
Starling and Quinn took Interstate 10 while Myers and the three other
teams took the busier, more commercial Route 90. As they drove, she updated
her friend and colleague on Myers' data and their opinion that these MPs were
very likely the result of carefully planned abductions. They stopped at every
rest stop, truck stop, filling station and restaurant along the way. It was
very slow going. At each stop they collected as many of the workers as
possible and went through the pictures in pairs, the car and the missing
driver. Each stop was at least twenty minutes and many took much longer as the
waitresses or attendees switched off between serving their customers and
accommodating the agents.
Two and a half days later, after driving four cars all the way past
Mobile and back, the task force had almost no new information. It was Friday
evening when all eight of them sat around the conference room table in
N'Orleans, reviewing what little they had.
"We're missing something," said Quinn, staring at the large map on the
wall, and at the multiple colored lines leading along the routes they had just
checked.
"No shit?" said Myers, with just the right tone, and smiles broke out on
many of the exhausted and disappointed faces.
"Even during the off season," continued Quinn, "or at night, or at night
during the fuckin' off season... it's hard to imagine a successful and unseen
abduction along these major routes, much less nine of them. And it's been my
experience that perps involved in slavery, if that's what we have here, are
exceedingly careful. I just can't imagine an abduction team hiding behind a
Denny's or a Mobil Oil, hoping to nab someone in the parking lot."
This brought nods from many around the table.
"I know your map shows the most probable routes the MPs took, the logical
routes, but think about this. Over the twelve or thirteen month period of
these MPs, the total number of cars traveling east or west along the major Gulf
routes must total in the hundreds of thousands, maybe well over a million."
"Yeah, I'll buy that," offered Starling, seeing where her colleague was
going. "Let's assume a million, a nice round number."
"If only one in twenty of these cars, for whatever reason, leaves the
obvious route and takes a rural highway across Southern Mississippi, that's
fifty thousand cars. And if one in five hundred of these cars fit our profile,
nice car, young girl, that's... one hundred potentials."
"Todd," said Myers, turning to one of his junior agents, "check with the
State Police, or the Department of Transportation, and see if you can find good
estimates for car traffic. Susan, could you get us a blown-up map of Southern
Mississippi and mark all reasonable alternate routes along the coast or further
inland. Our MPs may have gotten off the highway to get cheaper gas or to find
a better restaurant than Mickey Dee's or just to break up the monotony of the
trip. We'll start again Monday morning."
The room got noisy as everyone packed up their files and headed off to
their offices before heading home. Myers told Starling that he'd drop Quinn
off to the airport so he could catch his flight back to Quantico, and that he'd
meet her at home.
- o -
Trent took the call from Reverend Washington on Friday, as afternoon was
turning into evening. Trent had never heard Washington preach, his parish
being black and Trent not being much of a church-goer anyway. But he had heard
the minister speak at a county fair and he enjoyed listening to his booming,
rolling voice. They were casual acquaintances.
"It's my daughter, Trent. Sarah never made it home from her friend's
house today."
Trent asked a series of questions of the black minister until he felt he
had the story. The Reverend and his family lived in a small house next to the
Baptist Church over in the largely black area near Argicola. His sixteen
year-old daughter had left a friend's house at three and should have completed
the two mile trek to her house an hour later. She was at least ninety minutes
overdo.
"It's awfully hot out there, Reverend, and my guess is she took it easy,
maybe stopped for a swim in a pond or something. But I'll send a car and a
couple of officers over and see if they can't find trace Sarah's route, and get
her home."
- o -
"Well, hello there" said Nora Myers, answering the door bell. "Hiya,"
said Clarice. Nora helped her with her bags and they went into the guest room.
"Your dad will be home in about hour, he thought," said Clarice. "He's
dropping an agent off at the airport, and said he had to run an errand."
"Did you guys get a chance to---"
"No. Gene bunked with Quinn while we were on the road. Me with a female
agent. I really haven't talked to your dad, privately, since we left."
"Kind of a reunion tonight, then. Say... what's that," said Nora,
pointing to a Victoria Secrets bag.
"I stopped off at a mall on the way here. Picked up a little something."
"Lemme see," said Nora, grinning.
"Let me shower and change into them, and I'll come out and show you. By
the way, I picked up some condoms so we don't have to... exhaust your supply.
"Exhaust is probably the right choice of words," teased Nora. "Based on
what I heard the night you were here."
"Oh," said Clarice, blushing slightly. "Were we that noisy?"
"Uh huh. So noisy that I felt I had to come down and check on you two."
"No!"
She nodded and grinned. "It was so dark down here you couldn't have
noticed me. You were bent over the chair and dad was doing you from behind.
It was very sexy to watch."
"I'm so embarrassed!"
"Don't be, Clarice. It got me so excited I wore out the batteries in my
vibrator that night, and arranged for a date tonight, an old flame from high
school. You and dad will have the house to yourselves, probably until tomorrow
morning if I get lucky."
Clarice showered and dressed in the clothes she had bought. Despite the
warmth of the southern summer, she decided to buy stockings that went to
mid-thigh, a rose-colored garter belt, sexy panties that were little more than
a g-string, and a strapless wonder bra that held her breasts together and up.
She admired herself in the mirror before slipping into the black silk cocktail
dress, low cut in front and back, with thin spaghetti straps over her
otherwise-bare shoulders. She made up her face, perfumed herself, and donned
pearl earrings and a matching necklace. Slipping her feet into new black
pumps, she left in search of Nora.
"Oh, my God," squealed Nora when Clarice strolled into the kitchen, posed
then turned around quickly but gracefully, allowing the bottom of the dress to
fly out and up before settling back down onto her thighs. Nora got a brief
glance at the garters half-way up her thighs.
"You look delicious. What's underneath?"
Clarice suppressed a blush and slid the straps off her shoulders. The
dress slid into a heap on the floor, and she stepped out of it, turning again
for the girl.
"You look great! Do you shave down there?" she asked, looking at the
narrow triangle of her panties and the bare white skin on either side of the
one-inch strip that covered her sex. "I noticed the other night how small your
patch of hair is. I've got such a bush that I'd look silly wearing something
like that."
"Yeah," said Clarice, pulling the dress back up. "I don't know why I
started, but I've always kept my hair trimmed neatly."
Nora was dressed casually for her date in shorts that hugged her ass
perfectly, a blue short-sleeved blouse, and sandals. Her bare legs looked
incredibly long. Starling noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her
nipples were stiff, tenting the fabric.
Clarice opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, sipping it as
Nora explained what she had for their dinner. Lettuce was washed and chilling
in the fridge. Potatoes were already baking in the gas grill outside, keeping
the house as cool as possible. They could grill the steaks any time after the
potatoes were done.
"That must be Lou," she said when the doorbell rang. She was about to go
let him in when she thought better of it.
"Clarice," she said hurriedly. "Why don't you let him in while I get my
things. Be sexy, would you? I want him as horny as possible tonight."
Clarice smiled and waited a moment for Nora to reach the stairs before
going to the door. When she opened the door she found a tall young man
waiting, and saw his eyes widen and glance over her body before returning to
her face.
"You must be Lou," she said, extending her hand and shaking his as she
stepped aside and let him in.
"Yeah."
"I'm Clarice Starling, a friend of Nora's dad." She took his arm and led
him into the kitchen. The guy could feel her breast pressed up against his arm
as they walked, and the sexy smell of her perfume affected him too.
"Nora will be just a few minutes, Lou. Can I get you something?"
"Sure... um, a coke would be great."
She could feel his eyes on her ass when he opened the fridge and bent
over, looking for a coke. He was staring, in fact, and could just see the
garters holding up her stockings as the dress rode up to above mid-thigh.
"Here we are," she said, pulling out the can. She turned and saw his
head turn quickly away, a slight blush on his face. She got a glass and poured
the soda into it, and handed it to him. She got her glass of wine and stood
facing him at the counter, knowing that he had a nice view of the tops of her
breasts, maybe more considering his height.
"What do you and Nora have planned tonight?"
"I thought we'd catch a movie, then maybe grab some take-out and hang at
my place."
"You have your own place?"
"I lucked into a studio apartment for the summer, not far from here.
It's really just a big room over a garage. The landlady gave me a special rent
in exchange for helping her out around the house, and tending the yard." As he
talked she busied herself with folding cloth napkins, her eyes lowered to the
task, knowing that his were looking down the front of her dress.
"Sounds nice," said Clarice. They heard Nora's footsteps come down the
stars and Clarice smiled to herself as Lou took a step away from her. Nora
breezed in and said hi before pressing herself into Lou and kissing him a
greeting.
"You look great Lou," she said, feeling his hardness pressing into her.
"Yeah, thanks... you, too," he managed.
Nora gave Clarice a wink and a grin behind his back, and Clarice gave her
the thumbs up sign in response.
She would learn from Nora the next day that Lou had suggested a change in
plans as soon as they got to his car. Instead of a movie, he suggested she
might want to see his new place, and she readily agreed. Within twenty minutes
of leaving home, Nora was naked on Lou's bed and he was tonguing her through an
orgasm. After a fuck that had both of them cumming in minutes, they ordered
Chinese food delivered. Lou got the first of many surprises that night when
Nora came out from her shower nude, and sat down to eat. He enjoyed his view
of her tits as they ate and talked, and his cock recovered in no time.
"Why don't you find a video store and rent us something sexy," she said
when they'd finished eating. She pressed her naked body up against him when he
rose, and pulled his hands behind her and onto her ass. "I'll clean up the
dishes while you're out. Whatever you decide to rent, let's see if we can try
the same things, if you know what I mean."
Lou returned in fifteen minutes with an XXX-rated move, "Three Holed
Honeys" and they spent the rest of the night watching, then doing, watching,
then doing. Before they fell asleep Nora had taken his cum in her mouth, again
in her pussy, then finally up her ass after greasing his pole with the K-Y
jelly she had brought in her purse.