Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 3 – Ride a Cowboy
Brandy almost didn’t pull into the
bar. She almost went back to her hotel
instead. But she figured whoever the
woman was, she would only find her there.
Besides, she was curious now. The
woman was waiting for her in the parking lot.
She noticed the obvious gun in her hand where she was standing out
front, but the gun was pointed at the ground.
She kept her own gun in her hand as she climbed out of her car. As she approached the woman, she watched as
she purposely held the gun out to her side, then she slowly brought the gun up
against her leg. A moment later, the gun
was not only gone from her hand, it had appeared to disappear completely into
her riding suit. She stopped and put her
own gun away. A truce had been called
between them.
She followed the woman in the
riding suit inside. She grunted when she
got through the door. The place looked
like a dump – from the pool tables at one end to the way the men inside were
dressed. A little piece of dirty cowboy
heaven. Not her style at all. The woman in the riding suit stopped in front
of a booth at the far end of the room. There were empty booths on both sides of
it. As she had guessed, this wouldn’t be
a conversation for others to hear. “I
picked a bad bar,” Brandy told the woman.
“This place is a dump.” She moved
into one side of the booth and the woman moved into the other side.
“Bad?” Carol said as she looked
around. “In some ways maybe. Compared to most of the bars I go in, this is
the Ritz!”
“Huh! You don’t hang out in very decent places
then.”
“Not often. I do a lot of work in South America where
this would be practically a palace.”
“South America? What are you doing here then?”
“I work all over the world. From what little I know about you, what you
do here in the States, I do pretty much everywhere.”
From what Brandy had seen of her so
far, she believed it.
“What can I get for you?” the
waitress asked.
“Wine, red…if you have anything
other than beer,” Brandy told her.
“No problem. And for you?”
“Bring a bottle for both of us,”
Carol told her.
The waitress left. “Who are you?” Brandy asked.
Carol sighed. “Nobody anymore. Right now, I’m going by the name Judy, but
I’ve used that name for my last few trips to the States, so I have no doubt
they’ll make me change it again soon.”
“Make you change it?”
“For my own safety.”
“Who, is they?”
“Exactly what I wanted to talk to
you about. Have you ever heard of Wu
Enterprises?”
“No. Should I have?”
“No. You shouldn’t.”
“Then why ask?”
“Because sometimes, people hear
things. We do everything possible to
keep the organization as secret as possible.
But there are circumstances, like now, where the name gets put out
there, but for some unknown reason, the person we approach isn’t interested.”
“Interested in what?”
“Becoming a client.”
“A client?”
“First requirement for perspective
clients – they can keep their mouth’s shut. And your name wouldn’t have come up as a
candidate unless you’ve already proven that.”
“And how would you know?”
“The biggest thing that Wu
Enterprises offers, is information. There
are many other services available as well, but information is the biggest
thing.”
“And why would I need that?”
Carol shrugged. “Sometimes, we all need a little more
information. But to be honest, information
is near the bottom of the list of things that they’ve helped me with. The company literally saved my life, and my
mother’s life, before the authorities could come and get us. They watch out for their clients Brandy. They have to.
They only have a select few that they deal with. And now they’re offering you a chance to
become one of them.”
“And how much will all this cost
me?”
“Their services don’t come cheap,
but you get what you pay for. They pride
themselves on that. The best service
possible! And no, there’s no membership
fees or anything like that. They only
ask that you keep all knowledge that the company even exists, a secret.”
“I’m not exactly interested, but just
for laughs what else can they do for me?”
“Weapons. Passports.
Drivers licenses. Anything for a
new identity. And Brandy, their
documents are pretty much real! I travel
all over the world, all the time, and I’ve never had a problem with anything
they’ve given me.”
“And what do some of those things cost
you?”
That question stopped Carol. “I don’t know. I know they probably charge me. But to be honest, I’ve got so much money that
I pay no attention to any of it. I know
they pay me for the jobs they ask me to do, but I don’t even know how much.”
“You don’t know how much they pay
you?”
“Nope. And I don’t care. As long as they keep providing me with some
fun once in a while, I don’t care.”
“And what if your money suddenly
runs out because you weren’t watching it?”
“Brandy, I’ve got billions! According to my mother, I could buy my own
airline if I wanted it, or a nuclear submarine.
Have you even ridden on a nuclear submarine?”
“No. Why would I”
“It’s interesting the first time,
but it gets boring after about an hour.
Beyond that, it’s a great place to catch up on sleep or get some reading
done. That’s about it though.”
“You’ve ridden on a nuclear sub?”
“Sometimes it’s the best way to
move me from one country to another.”
The waitress interrupted them as
she brought the bottle of wine and two glasses.
Carol poured the red wine for both of them.
“So I’m guessing they probably pay
you well then,” Brand asked.
“Most likely. Like I said, I really have no idea.” She came to a quick decision. “Brandy.
Eventually, you could get money from them too if you allowed them to
offer your services through their catalog.”
“Catalog?”
“That’s what they call their
package of things that they offer. But
to be honest, if a client has a need, they’ll bend over backwards to get it for
them, whatever it is.”
“It sounds too good to be true,”
Brandy replied half-mockingly.
“Trust me, it’s all true.”
“Sorry, but I’m not interested.”
“I was afraid of that. But I had to ask.”
“So part of your job is to go
around and offer this…service, to people like me?”
“No. I haven’t done this work in years. Only when I first started out.”
“Then why are you here now instead
of someone else?”
“Because of you. They tried to get to you before to offer
this, but they couldn’t. And evidently
they deemed you too dangerous for a normal person to try to deal with.”
Brandy grunted. “Probably a good decision. And what happens if I go and blab all about
your organization to someone else?”
“As I said, we hope you’ll keep your
knowledge of it a secret. I can tell you
though, that your Uncle Vinny in Cleveland will be getting an invitation as
well. But they didn’t want to approach
him until after they saw how things went with you. I’m disappointed that you’re not interested,
but I understand.”
“So that’s it? No hard sell?”
“Oh darlins!”
They both looked up as a “cowboy”
drunkenly came over to the table. He had
a pool cue in his hand.
“Two of the purdiest little ladies
I’ve seen in this place in years.”
“Oh God!” Brandy breathed. “I really picked the wrong place.” Carol laughed.
“Now all the guys and me, we figure
that two fine lookin’ gals like you, you got to be experts when it comes to takin’
care of a guy.”
“Taking care of a guy?” Brandy
asked unbelievingly. She was getting
ready to get out of the booth and have at him when Carol quickly reached across
the table and put her hand on her arm.
“Please,” Carol said. “Let me.
I love things like this. And
cowboys are near the top of my can’t-stand list. Just…see if you can do something to keep the
management from phoning the police.”
“Now which one of you two hookers
is going to be the first to suck my dick?”
“Hookers?” Carol asked. “Do we look like hookers to you?”
“Well, you’re sure purdy enough.”
“Moron!” Brandy muttered.
Carol got up from the booth. “Your cock needs sucking?” she asked.
“It sure does darlin’” the cowboy
replied happily.
“How about your friends? Any of them want their cocks sucked too?”
“Oh, hell yeah!” one of his friends
said as a bunch of guys started crossing the room to join in.
“Need some help?” Brandy asked.
“Are you kidding? This will be fun.”
Brandy sat back in the booth where
she could watch and put her wine glass to her lips.
Carol found herself surrounded by
eight big drunken guys. “Now who needed
their cock sucked first. Or should I
just handle all of you at once?”
“Me!” the first cowboy replied as
he started unfastening his pants.
Brandy automatically analyzed the
situation. She knew what move she would
make first, so when Carol did the exact same thing and launched herself at one
of them with a speed that she hadn’t expected, she wasn’t that surprised. She sipped at her wine and started counting
seconds. One…two… Hmm!
Nice technique, she noted. Some
Chinese style. Oh, there was a move she
never saw before. And another one. Eight…nine….
The men fell faster than most people would believe. Brandy grabbed her gun and left the booth
quickly. Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen! The last man fell unconscious to the floor.
The sound of Brandy cocking her
pistol as she aimed it at the bar manager could suddenly be heard through the
entire stunned house. “Nobody
better even try to call the police. In
fact, I don’t want to see anyone using a phone at all until we’re long
gone.” She looked around and knew that
her gun had gotten the point across. She
un-cocked the gun and watched to see what Carol was doing now. She was surprised to see her removing one of
the men’s pants. “What are you doing now?”
she asked.
Carol looked up and smiled. “Brandy, would you be a dear please. I keep some rope in one of the saddle bags on
my bike. Would you get it for me
please?”
“Sure,” Brandy agreed.
“Better bring all of it,” Carol
decided as she surveyed what she needed to do.
Brandy went out to the big bike and
opened one of the saddle bags. There was
nothing in it except three brand new hanks of fairly thin rope, still in their
plastic packaging. She grabbed all
three. She checked the other saddle bag and
found it empty. When she carried the
rope back inside, she saw that Brandy was now removing the pants and underwear
from the third guy. “Need some help?”
Brandy asked.
“Sure. Why not.”
All eight guys were still
unconscious with no sign that they would wake up anytime soon. Brandy began stripping them from the waist
down, while Carol grabbed the rope and went to work. Brandy quickly realized that Carol was an
expert when it came to bondage. The way
she tied them together was nothing less than amazing. But it was what she was really doing with
them that Brandy loved the most. Before
tying them up to each other, Carol was lodging the cocks of each of them into
the mouth of another, then tying them in such a way that they couldn’t pull
their heads away no matter how hard they tried.
One by one, Carol linked all eight guys into a circle, so that they were
all sucking someone else’s cock.
A few of them started to wake up
before she was done, but by then, none of them could do anything about it. There was a lot of muffled complaints from
the men, but nothing comprehensible at all.
The other people in the bar all stood around, stunned. But none of them said a word or made a move.
They only watched. Brandy was sure that
between Carol taking them all out so quickly, and her threat with the gun,
nobody was going to get in their way.
When she was done, Carol went back
to the booth where Brandy was already sipping at her wine again. She poured herself a fresh glass from the
bottle and sat back to watch. “Which of
them do you think will cum first?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Brandy
admitted. “I’m guessing the little guy
over on the other side there. But there’s
a few up from him that look like they’re finding out what it feels like to have
a cock start growing in their mouth.”
“Hmm.” Carol grunted. “Guys!” she called to the circle of men on
the floor. “Nobody gets loose or goes
home, until every last one of you gets to cum.
So I suggest you all get started.
Put the stupid tongues of yours that can’t speak proper English to work. Now get busy!
All of you!”
“I’ve got another one for you,”
Brandy said. “They’ve all been drinking
too much. Will any of them piss in
someone’s mouth before the last one gets off?”
Carol smiled. “I can’t wait to find out.”
The two of them sat and sipped at
their wine while they watched. “Oh
shit!” Brandy said suddenly. “That one
over there is cumming first. He wasn’t even
in my list of top three!”
“Mine either,” Carol replied,
amused by how hard the man on the receiving end was trying to stop it or get
away, while the man who was in the middle of his orgasm, was moving
differently.
“There goes another one,” Brandy
noticed.
It was like a domino effect. Once one started, the extra movement from him
and the even greater distressed movement from the man who had his cock in his
mouth, started causing others to start.
They were getting toward the last man, who it was obvious wouldn’t be
able to hold out much longer, when Carol suddenly started laughing and pointed
at one of the men. “Look, he’s peeing in
his mouth!”
Brandy looked to the other side of
the circle. Sure enough, one of them was
going crazy as pee started leaking out of his mouth to fall all over the floor
around them.
“Come on,” Carol suggested. “Maybe we better get out of here.”
“Good idea,” Brandy agreed.
The two of them left the bar. “Brandy,” Carol said as soon as they got near
her bike. “You might want to call
Dominic and tell him that he should promote that guy you nailed earlier. He didn’t do it. His boss, Davik, has been taking that
information and has been trying to sell it to a few other men in town. He’s the one responsible for the leak. Not the man you questioned tonight.”
“You’re just telling me this now?”
“I didn’t want to spoil your fun.”
Brandy just looked at her, unsure
about things. “Thanks for the offer, but
no thanks.”
“No problem. It’s your life. I was just happy to meet someone else like
me. If we had wound up fighting, I have
no doubt it would have been an interesting one.”
“No doubt!” Brandy agreed. “You studied in China. I noticed some of your style.”
“China, Cambodia, Columbia, all
over the world. But I was warned that if
it came down to it, you would still most likely manage to kick my ass.”
“Maybe,” Brandy agreed. “But it would be interesting to see.”
“Someday,” Carol replied, “I would
love to get the chance to see you in action instead.”
“Let’s hope not!”
Carol nodded. She donned her helmet and straddled the
bike. She started the engine. “Good luck, Brandy. Sorry it didn’t work out.”
She revved the engine, and was soon
gone.
