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Anger - 4 
by Ragsthetiger (ragsthetiger@netscape.net)

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Final (probably) entry in the Anger storyline. (M/ff, 
inc, v, oral, rom)

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Part IV: Fall of the House of Lewis



I was having a bad day.

Who am I kidding? I was having a bad week and the 
forecast called for continued shit with the probability 
of INTENSE shit next week.

First of all, I got word Monday morning that there was 
a better than 75% chance my entire Company was going to 
be deployed to Afghanistan before the end of next week.

Secondly, the girls and I had found a nice three 
bedroom house and rented it, but it wouldn’t be ready 
for us to move into until the end of the month. Tempers 
had been flaring lately with all three of us living 
together in Terry’s little one bedroom apartment and 
I’m not sure how much longer we could keep our sanity.

Thirdly, Leah starts back to high school next week and 
this has got both my girls on edge. I can feel a 
shopping binge coming, what with school supplies, new 
clothes and whatnot. For all I know its how women calm 
themselves. There goes more money flying out the 
window.

Speaking of flying out a window; fourthly... the 
ownership of the Pink Pony, the strip club where all 
three of us work (me bouncing, Terry and Leah dancing), 
has just recently changed hands. The new owner is 
supposed to be stopping by sometime during the week to 
check the place and people out. 

The problem here is twofold; New Management usually 
means a delay in paychecks getting handed out on time, 
which none of us needs right at the moment, and on top 
of that I just recently got both girls to agree to quit 
working there. Whoever the new owners might be they 
weren’t gong to appreciate my taking away their two 
best money makers.

Fifth and finally, Terry and Leah had gotten themselves 
into some kind competition to see who could make my 
cock fall off first from overexertion.

**

It was early Tuesday morning and we’d left the club 
about forty minutes before. Terry and Leah were hyped 
up after an unusually busy week night. I was just plain 
tired. I had meetings and inventory sessions waiting 
for me in the morning when I got back on post.

That kind of crap tires a man out just thinking about 
it. I was looking forward to getting some sleep.

The girls had other plans. 

Which is how I found myself in between Leah’s spread 
legs with my tongue working away at her hairless pussy 
lips. She was sprawled out across the bed, her legs 
hanging down over the edge, her hands playing with her 
firm little tits and a growing flush working its way 
down her neck and chest. I was kneeling on the floor, 
tonguing her moist cunt, and Terry lay on the floor on 
her back between my legs, head propped up on a couple 
of pillows and sucking my semi-hard cock.

This was the first time I’d done oral with Leah, and 
I’ve got to admit that I was enjoying the taste of her, 
despite my exhaustion. She had a distinct flavor that 
was completely different from Terry; musky, with a hint 
of dill. Her lithe body shook and jerked every time I 
came into contact with her stiffened clit.

"Nice... uhg... so nice... mmmm... damn, yeah!" she 
hummed softly to herself as I teased and tickled her 
tangy twat. I slid a finger deep inside her tunnel and 
started searching for the hidden nerve cluster I could 
use to light her orgasmic fuse.

Meanwhile Terry was pulling my hips down towards her 
with one hand, trying to get every inch of my cock into 
her mouth, and using the other to caress and fondle my 
balls.

I was so damn tired. I think I must have nodded off, 
because the next thing I remember was Leah flailing 
about on the bed with my head locked tight between her 
thighs and Terry up on the bed straddling Leah’s face, 
grinding her pussy down onto Leah’s mouth, bucking away 
like a prize winning bull rider. 

I found her clit was between my lips, so I sucked it 
deep into my mouth and bit down with my front teeth. 
She squealed and thrashed even more violently than 
before.

"Ohhhhhhhh... FUCK!" she screamed in surrender. I 
released my hold on her. 

I pried Leah’s legs open and escaped from their skull 
crushing grip and blacked out. I remember having 
unpleasant dreams, but couldn’t recall anything 
specific.

The alarm got me up at 0500. I was splayed out on the 
bed, with Leah on my right, her head on my shoulder, 
and Terry on my left, her head rested on my abs and one 
hand clutched my flaccid cock. I wormed my way out 
without waking either one and hauled my ass off to work 
feeling like a blivet. (For those of you unfamiliar 
with the term, a blivet is ten pounds of shit stuffed 
into a five pound sack.)

My day consisted of meetings, piles of paperwork and a 
visit to the armory where I cleaned and checked over my 
weapons. The armory was the least boring part. It would 
have been better if I could have spent some time on the 
firing line, but there was no time. I also checked my 
personal handgun out to take home with me. I planned on 
leaving it with Terry while I was deployed, for home 
defense. I would show her how to load and fire it over 
the coming weekend. 

Lunch was spent at the gym with some of my squad, 
working on hand to hand drills, then back to meetings 
and more paperwork. 

I didn’t get off until nearly 2100 hrs. I changed 
clothes in my office, and with the handgun’s holster 
clipped to my belt at the small of my back, headed to 
the Pony. Terry and Leah would already be there.

I got to the club and learned from the cashier that the 
new owner had picked this night to visit. He was in the 
back office going over the books. The office door was 
flanked by two large men in dark suits. A little odd, 
maybe, but I’ve seen stranger during my travels thru 
strip clubs around the world.

What was truly strange was the subdued atmosphere. 
Weekdays are not generally big business periods for 
strip joints. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights are 
when the big money is made. But even the few regulars 
who had come in were more quiet than usual. The stage 
was empty. The music was blaring, but no one was 
dancing.

Jerome, the bartender was positively grim, and he’s 
normally one of those upbeat, overly friendly types.

I stepped up to the bar and motioned Jerome over. 

"What’s going on?" I asked.

"New boss and four bodyguard type guys came in about 
half an hour ago. Him and two of the suits went into 
the back office and started calling the girls in."

"Who’s in there now?" My bad feeling started growing 
legs.

Jerome choked a bit, recovered and croaked out, "Leah."

"Fuck." I scanned the club layout quickly. "Where’s 
Terry." 

"She’s in the dressing room with the other girls." 
Jerome watched me and began backing up and away.

I could feel the music playing across my face. I could 
taste the fear and unease that lay like a fog inside 
the building. My hair stood on end and my brain went 
into overdrive. The anger started to geyser inside me. 

‘No, goddamnit!’ I roared inside at my personal demon. 
I needed to be in control right now. I choked it down 
and forced it to serve MY needs.


"Get everyone out of here, Jerome. I want this place 
empty in five minutes. Got me?" My eyes locked on his. 
I was making him responsible, and I could tell he 
didn’t like it.

"Five minutes. Got it J.L."

I snatched the small knife he used to slice fruit with 
then turned and headed for the dressing room. One of 
the suits intercepted me before I could get thru the 
doors.

"You can’t go in there, pal." He said. He had a Jersey 
accent. The two of them were nearly a matched set; 
about six foot one, somewhere in the vicinity of two 
hundred twenty five pounds, dark brown hair and noses 
that looked like they’d been broken a couple of times. 
Both men looked like they’d be more comfortable wearing 
sunglasses.

"I’m the bouncer."

"Don’t care if you’re the Pope. The boss says no one 
goes in there but him."

I gauged the distance from me to him, then from him to 
the second suit that’d remained standing beside the 
office door.

The distance was more than I would have liked, but 
sometimes there just aren’t any good choices. 

I snapped a kick up into his nuts, using the tip of one 
steel toed boot. He grunted and puked. I dodged towards 
the second suit, backhand slashing the first man’s 
throat with the small knife, just for good measure. He 
sagged slowly to his knees and splayed out on the 
floor.

The second suit was in the act of pulling a pistol from 
a shoulder holster under his jacket. He nearly had it 
clear when I got to him. A couple of quick jabs into 
his solar plexus and throat slowed him enough so that 
he didn’t cry out too loudly and couldn’t finish 
drawing his weapon, and then I jammed the small fruit 
knife deep into his left eye, forcing it all the way 
back into his brain.

I hoped the club’s cruddy sound system, still blaring 
for a dancer who wasn’t there, would cover the sound of 
this fella’s death. I caught him before he could hit 
the floor and eased his body back against the wall 
beside the door he’d been guarding. I pulled the first 
one away from the dressing room doors, and took the 
pistol he had stashed in a shoulder holster exactly 
like the other guy’s. It looked like a military 
Beretta. I hate the Beretta, too many safeties for my 
taste. I released the manual safety and jacked the 
slide. An unloaded gun is a paperweight.

I ducked quickly into the dressing room and found six 
scared half naked women clustered around my little 
sister.

"Jerry Lee!" she exclaimed when she saw me come in. 
There was real fear in her eyes and it wasn’t for 
herself.

"Yeah, I know all about it. Get them out of here, out 
of the club." I tossed her my key ring. "Put them in 
the truck and wait for Leah. When she comes out, all of 
you get as far from here as you can. And all of you, I 
don’t want to hear a sound. There are two men on the 
floor out there. Ignore them and just concentrate on 
getting out of here fast."

Terry nodded and began shoving girls ahead of her and 
out the doors. She stopped and kissed me hard.

"Don’t forget to come home." She pleaded.

"Go on." I said.

I trailed them out and watched till the last one was 
out of the club. I went and recovered the other suit’s 
pistol. Now I had three; should be more than enough.

I had a suit’s pistol in each hand, safeties off, 
hammers cocked. I kicked the door of the office open 
and stepped in, keeping one foot towards the swinging 
door. Didn’t want it coming back to hit my arm or block 
my view.

It was a small office. Nice and cozy. Nobody in there 
could get more than eight feet away from anyone else 
who was in there. Back in one corner was the desk, an 
old beat-to-hell wooden thing whose prime had been 
sometime in the seventies. One of the two remaining 
suits was behind the desk, sitting in the also beat-to-
hell leather chair that completed the office décor. He 
was holding the arms of my ward, my little girl. 

Leah was bent over the desk and being held in place by 
the suit in the chair. The second suit stood by the 
side of the desk and watched his boss who was busy 
peeling Leah’s G-string panty down over the swelling of 
her hard round ass.

The new boss had turned at the exploding sound of the 
office door bursting in. I got a good look at him. A 
pasty faced little man with greasy black hair; he 
looked sickly, anorexic and nasty, like a diseased rat. 

"Nobody move a muscle unless I say so." I growled.

The standing suit reached for what I assumed was a 
replica of the pistols I held in my hands. I shot him 
in the face and two thirds of his head vaporized.

"One more time... nobody move, unless I tell you." I 
said, accompanied by the sound of a falling, nearly 
headless body.

I motioned the new boss over to one side, but not so 
far that I couldn’t keep an eye on him and the suit 
behind the desk.

I turned my eyes on the suit. "Let go of the girl’s 
arms and keep your hands flat on the desk top where I 
can see ‘em."

He let loose of Leah’s arms and slid his hands sideways 
about four inches and kept the palms flush against the 
desk top.

"Leah, do you hear me?"

"Poppa?" she was crying.

"Yeah, sweet pea, its poppa. I want you to get up and 
go out to the parking lot. Momma’s waiting for you. Can 
you do that for me?"

She groaned and got up stiffly. I shifted to the right, 
keeping the suit behind the desk in my line of fire. 
She bent at the hips and pulled up her G-string. When 
she turned around I saw a large bruise was forming 
across one cheekbone. Her eyes got very big when she 
saw me, and a cruel smile grew on her lips. She turned 
to the new boss who was trying to flatten himself 
against, or perhaps into, the wall behind him. She spit 
on him. 

"I told you, you FUCK! I warned you!"

She kicked off her stripper heels and ran around behind 
me and hugged me tight.

"I knew you’d come. I told them what would happen, but 
they didn’t believe me."

"It’s okay now. I’ll take care of this. Momma’s waiting 
outside to take you home."

She hugged me again and ran out the door. I gave her a 
slow count of ten.

"She asked you to leave her alone, didn’t she?" I 
asked.

"She’s just another fuckin’ whore. Why would I listen 
to anything she says?" The new boss was obviously a 
diplomat. He was going to sweet talk his way out of 
this.

"She warned you, right? She told you I’d be coming and 
what I’d do when I got here." 

"Yeah the bitch kept going on and on about some fuckin’ 
guy, so what? Who, the fuck, are you?"

"I’m Leah’s Poppa. I’m the husband and brother of your 
best dancer. I’m the temporary bouncer. I’m the 
‘Killer’. I’m the warning you should have fuckin’ paid 
attention to." My voice never got loud, never gave any 
hint just how much of the anger had leaked out and 
taken hold of me.

I sighed. "You’re too stupid to live." I shot him once 
in the chest and once in the face.

Now there was just me and the fourth suit.

"I hope he paid well." I said and emptied the remaining 
rounds from both pistols into his body. I wiped the 
grips down using some vodka and napkins from the bar, 
and put the pistols carefully back into the hands of 
the two suits outside of the office. 

I sat down on a stool in front of the bar and thought 
for a while. This was one big fuckin’ mess. How could I 
clean this up and not leave a trail? Answer; I 
couldn’t. There was blood all over, bullet holes all 
over and witnesses that I probably wasn’t going to 
eliminate.

Shit! It was just like back in high school. It was 
simply a case of self defense, with what I’m sure the 
D.A. would call ‘use of excessive force’. The real 
problem for me though was that there weren’t any 
witnesses I could call for my defense, apart from Leah. 
And there was no way I was going to allow that to 
happen. She was an underage stripper and a runaway. Not 
the best of character witnesses. Besides, I had to 
defend my little family, not tear it apart.

I got up off the stool and went back into the office, 
pulled open file cabinets and started tossing folders 
and files all over the place. I picked up the bullet 
riddled suit out of the chair and hauled him outside 
and laid his body across the trunk of a black Lincoln, 
the only vehicle left in the parking lot. 

Assuming it belonged to the new owner I went back 
inside, dug thru his pockets and took his keys. Lifting 
him up by the jacket lapels, I shoved his body into the 
recently vacated chair behind the desk. The suits 
outside the office got pulled inside and laid out for 
the best dramatic effect I could work up. I pried the 
fruit knife out of the eye socket of suit number #2 and 
slipped it into my jacket pocket. 

I went around back and picked up a couple containers of 
kerosene that were used to fuel the backup generator. 
Back inside I got busy splashing the contents over the 
walls, the stage, the office, the four bodies, inside 
the dressing room and behind the bar, until they were 
both empty. I took the empty containers back out behind 
the club, dumped them, picked up two full ones and 
repeated. I wanted this thing to burn HOT. After 
dropping off the two other empties next to the first 
pair I headed back inside one last time. 

Along with his keys I had also taken the new owner’s 
Zippo lighter and that’s what I used to start the club 
burning. I waited until I was sure the fire had begun 
feeding on the structure itself then walked out. 

The fruit knife went into the possession of the corpse 
on the trunk. He went into the trunk and I slammed it 
shut. I opened the driver side door of the car, got in 
and started up the engine. After a minute or two I got 
out and went over to the pay phone at the edge of the 
parking lot. 

I called 911 and reported the Pink Pony strip club was 
on fire. I hung up and wiped down the receiver, doing 
what I could to remove my prints.

I got back into the black Lincoln, threw it into 
reverse, backed up and spun the car around, chewing up 
the gravel. 

Then I headed off down the road towards the interstate. 

**

The Lincoln and the guy in the trunk disappeared and 
were never heard from or seen again. I made a quiet 
visit to Jerome and explained what had ‘officially’ 
happened, so he could tell the cops, if and when they 
ever came looking for answers.

I went back to Terry and Leah and found all the 
strippers gathered there in her tiny little one bedroom 
apartment. I explained the ‘official’ version of what 
had happened to all of them and went over it several 
times to be sure they had it down. Then I took them all 
to their respective homes. I got kisses goodbye from 
each and every one. What a weird night.

When I finally got back home, Terry and Leah were 
waiting for me. Terry handed me a mug of beer with a 
shot glass of Jack inside. They helped me out of my 
bloody, grungy, grimy clothes and into the shower. I 
cleaned up, soaked and drank the beer, while the girls 
bundled up my stuff, put it in the truck and hustled it 
away to be shoved into a furnace somewhere. 

When I finally got out, from probably the longest 
shower I’ve ever taken in my life, they were back.

"I think it might be a good idea if the two of you 
moved to another town." I said. "In case our ‘new 
owner’ was in some way connected to a larger 
organization."

"What about you?" Terry asked.

"When I get back from this deployment, I’m going to 
request reassignment to another state. If Uncle refuses 
then I’ll get out when my term is up next year. I can 
find better paying and more accommodating employers."

"You aren’t planning on leaving us out of some 
misguided sense of nobility?"

I started laughing. Side splitting, tears running down 
the cheeks, fall down on your knees laughing.

When I finally caught my breath and got myself back 
under control I choked out a reply.

"Baby, what the fuck do I know about being noble?" 
Terry and Leah just smiled.

The girls ushered me into the bedroom, tore off their 
clothes and then tore off my robe. I was sandwiched 
between them as they hugged and kissed me. I enjoyed 
the sensation of having two pairs of firm tits pressing 
into my chest and back, of two beautiful naked girls 
trying to smother me with their warm flesh. 

"I love you, Poppa!" from Leah.

"I love you, big brother!" from Terry.

Then, like a synchronized swimming duo, they clasped 
hands and bent down over the bed. They started kissing 
one another and running their hands over each other.

Terry looked over her shoulder and wiggled her 
magnificently perfect ass. Leah giggled and wiggled her 
tight hard round butt as well. I could see gleaming 
beads of moisture already forming on their engorged 
labia, like morning dew on flower petals.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Focus already and 
let’s get you calmed down."

I knelt down between them and lay a hand on the warm 
backside of each of my girls. I gave a squeeze to one 
cheek on each of them and kissed each one’s tattoo.

Then I plunged head first into the river.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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