Part 52: Epilogue, Part 1
I drop the sword and split, taking the time to retrieve my Desert Talon. I don’t have bullets, but it would make a good hammer. Shock grips everyone, giving me a head start to get in the shadows back stage. I cut through the temple, where superstitious road crew are hesitant to follow. All of the bodies are gone. Backstage is dark, and the scene is chaos. Most people are back here, and when the feedback goes down, word gets around fast. There will be trouble if I’m not clear before someone finds a light switch.
I take refuge in what appears to be an unused dressing room and slam the door. Boxes are stacked on the vanity counter, and the mirror is streaked. I stand in the darkness, catching my breath. The hallway is mostly quiet by the time my panting has slowed enough to take my phone out of my pocket. I have full coverage. I use the light to find a desk lamp. I first type Nepotism’s number, but erase it. He’s in enough danger now. I call Eva Lorraine.
She picks up on the first ring, like she’s been waiting. “Doc?” she asks breathlessly. “Are you okay?”
“Solomon is dead,” I say.
She is silent. “I’m sorry, Doc,” she says. “I got paid a lot of money.”
“Mephis Tyr is dead too.”
She sighs. “I’m only getting half of a lot of money. I’ll still split it with you if you drop all this and run away with me.”
I bury my chin in my chest. “If we see each other, you’re going to jail.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.” I let the silence breath. This is done, but neither of us is eager to say goodbye. “Are you still in the mansion?” Her voice echoes in my ear and outside in the hall. The door opens and Eva Lorraine slides inside. Her leather dress is unzipped past her breasts, keeping her painfully close to indecent.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, showing her my gun.
She pushes my hand down. “If you had bullets, you still wouldn’t shoot me.” She’s right.
I want to embrace her, want to make use of this dark room, but I can’t. The line between us is clear, good and evil. I’m not going to cross it.
“You’re not getting away unscathed,” she says, grabbing my dick through my pants. I’m ready for the fight. I unzip her leather shirt and let those beautiful breasts free. Her nipples are fat and erect and feel wonderful between my fingertips. She has out my cock, and she shoves her fingers in my mouth to wet them before she’s jacking me off. I get my free hand into her leather pants and squeeze her ass, driving her crotch into me. She drops to her knees and sucks my cock like it’s never been sucked. We are completely exposed in the hall with a hundred security guards, searching me out for murder, but I couldn’t care less.
When Eva comes back up for my lips, her pants are down around her thighs, and her groin is slick all about. Her vagina is soft when I slide my fingers in. I’m on my knees immediately with my tongue up inside her. She leans against the counter and I take off her boots. She’s bucking against my face. My beard is saturated with her wetness. She pushes me down, pulls off her pants and mounts me. I can only get my slacks around my knees before I’m in, and after that Eva is in control. She fucks the living shit out of me.
I get up and bend her over at the mirror so she can watch herself as I fuck her from behind. I finger her ass until she cums, clamping her muscles around my dick hard enough to hurt. She slows to enjoy the moment. I slap her ass hard enough to leave a print. That gets Eva’s engines running once more, and all I can do is hold her hips and try to stay inside. One wrong move could break my dick in two.
Eva pounds against me furiously and I spank her more. She cries out a little with each strike, but that only makes her fuck me harder. I have two fingers in her ass to the second knuckle, and she’s working them further in with each pump. She cums a second time, arching her back and groaning loud enough she could alert any passing security.
Driving hard against me three more times, she slides off and collapses on her back, breasts heaving with exertion. I’m winded. She looks at me and smirks, and pulls me down on her with one of her long legs. Part of me wants to decline. I’m spent without being spent, but when I slide in, I know I’m there for the long haul. She’s squeezing her ass and it’s making wet smacks on the concrete floor. Her legs are wrapped around me and her heels are dug deep in the backs of my thighs. Her fingernails cut deep lines in my shoulders. She has strength left only for a whimper each time I thrust into her. Her body tenses, and she cums a third time. When it passes, she can do no more but lay beneath me.
I need to finish before Eva catches her second wind. I may not survive if she goes for a fourth orgasm. I pump harder and faster until I burst inside Eva, burying my wet beard in her shoulder to mask my long, bear growl of a groan. I collapse and we become one continuous jelly mass. Most of the jiggle is me, but she’s got it in the right places.
I roll onto my back. The cold concrete feels good. We are silent and panting a minute before she sits up. Afterglow is over, we’re back to business. “Get dressed,” she says, putting on her leather shirt and fumbles to zip it. “We need to get you out of here.”
As finished as I thought I was, she looks so good dressed above with nothing below. I feel a stir in my loins. She throws my pants and shoes at me and repeats, “Get up!”
I’m trying, but I’m still watching her, stepping into the tiny crimson thong that barely conceals her even when it’s in place. We left a puddle in the middle of the floor. She’s pulling on her boots and I’m in my pants at last. “We don’t have a lot of time,” she says.
“That’s not my fault,” I plead, buttoning my shirt. I know it’s going to be a long time before we do that again. As quickly as she’s dressed, Eva’s out the door. I follow, but she’s gone in the shadows.
I find Kara approaching, alert, awake, and alone.
“Where is Nepotism?” I ask.
“He went back to find the Alarm Clock,” she says. “We need to get to the rendezvous point. Come on, I know a way out.”
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