Pyramid Harem
Chapter 7
We waited until Easter to turn my daughter into a sex slave. She was at Dominus College getting ready for exams, and Isabel figured she’d be less suspicious that way. Emily is a good student. She wouldn’t want to pulled away from her studies on a random weekend. The logic was sound, as sickening as it was.
“Emily said she needs to raise her grade 6% to keep her scholarship. I think the Harem’s spell will help her focus,” Isabel said.
“Yeah, sure, we’re hElPiNg,” I said, making a goofy face.
My brainwashed wife looked at me silently trying to think of something to say. I can tell she loves her Master and only wants to please me. I can also tell the real Isabel is still in there, doing things I don’t like just to prove she can. I can’t tell her who to enslave next. Stupid sexy cult rules.
“Someone is going to claim her sooner or later, Master,” Isabel said.
I nodded pouring myself a brandy. There was no arguing with that one. Well, I could order her to believe something else but that would only prove my position was emotional.
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m going to play video games. Let me know when they get here,” I said.
“Yes, Master. You command, I obey,” Isabel said, forcing a smile.
I went down to my private computer in the basement and opened up my gamer library. I stared at games I had over 1,000 hours played and felt nothing. I looked at sailing videos on youtube, and felt nothing. I watched porn and felt nothing.
The sex cult is doubling every week or so I reckon. Sooner or later someone or something will usher in a new world order. Sooner or later someone was going to claim Emily. I know this. I’ve known this for months. I can even see Isabel’s logic. By enthralling Emily’s ex-boyfriend, Bobby, she’s all but guaranteed that our daughter will be owned by someone we can keep tabs on. Pretty crafty way to do an end run around the will of our Goddess. It’s almost like she married a lawyer or something. None of that changed how I felt though.
Emily was my little girl.
I suddenly had a great desired to be somewhere else. I called Jamie.
“Hey, slave brother, what’s up?” Jamie said, sounding like he was in a good mood.
“Not much, you wanna hang out tonight?” I said, pretending to be happy.
“Sorry man, me and the cop sluts are hunting for Felix Bones,” Jamie said.
“Oh,” I said.
Right, there was a reward out there for a podcaster everyone thought was crazy. He’s not crazy though. There are forces of evil trying to brainwash us all. If only we had listened when we had the chance. How he got wise to the Pyramid Harem is beyond me, but the Goddess wants him claimed before people start to take him seriously. There’s a big reward for his capture.
Jamie had pretty much enslaved a quarter of Diamond City PD at this point. They can easily hold the conspiracy theorist without charges for 24 hours. More than enough time for someone to put the mind magic on him.
“Oh nice, I tried to have my firm offer him free legal services, but he didn’t take the bait,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s way too obvious for a guy like him,” Jamie said.
“Alright well, I’ll leave you to it then. Give ’em hell,” I said.
I ended the call. I stared down the hallway to the staircase where my wife was prepping Easter Supper. I was still kind of mad at my sex slave, so I decided to give my sex slave a call.
“Master, what is your bidding?” Monica’s voiced purred through my phone.
“I want to come over to your place tonight. I think it’s time for your father to really know the truth,” I said.
“Ohhhhhh that sounds so humiliating, Master, but we were going to turn his fourth wife into a carpet munching slut for Easter,” Monica said.
“What?” I said.
“Well, Daddy enslaved Kelly and she enslaved Janice. His newest golddigger is threatening divorce and the idiot didn’t get a prenup, so I’m setting up a little ambush for the cunt,” Monica said.
“Okay, well, give ’em hell…or carpet I suppose,” I said.
“Aw thanks! You’re such a wonderful owner. We can cuck Isacc at 9PM if it pleases you my Lord and Master?” Monica said.
“You got yourself a date, my submissive slut,” I said.
I hung up the phone and went upstairs. Apparently, I was going to get front row seats to my daughter’s indoctrination. As I came down the stairs, my allegedly obedient wife poured me some wine.
“No alcohol, cumslut. I’m going out later tonight,” I said.
“Yes, Master. Is everything okay, Master?” Isabel said.
“Not really, but a lot of bad shit goes down on Easter weekend apparently,” I said.
My wife opened her mouth to say something, but I pointed at my feet. She sank to her knees and gave me a pre-dinner blowjob. Well, she tried to, but my dick refused to rise even her sloppiest of kisses. Wow, I really am in a mood.
The door rang. We made ourselves decent. I answered the door. Emily came in her Dominus College sweater. My daughter is blonde and beautiful just like Isabel. Call me paranoid, but I checked her eyes to make sure they weren’t eldritch purple. Alas, no such luck.
“Dad?” Emily said, noticing the strange look I was giving her.
“It’s good to see you again,” I said, laughing it off.
“It’s only a 90-minute drive,” Emily said, shrugging.
Huh? What was that supposed to mean? Is Emily pissed at me too? Was I supposed to hover around the campus to check in on her randomly? Maybe she just means it’s really weird to be almost crying right now. I should probably pull it together until Bobby arrives.
We sat down and ate dinner. It was good. Isabel had outdone herself.
“Would you like some rose chardonnay, sweetheart?” Isabel said.
“Does my old bedroom still have a bed?” Emily said.
“Of course? What kind of question is that?” I said, frowning.
“I just figured you would have turned it into a work from home office or something by now,” Emily said, with no emotion.
“No honey, I convinced your father to make a mancave in the basement instead,” Isabel said.
“The mancave was my idea,” I said.
Isabel and Emily both gave me a silent look. I got the impression they didn’t believe me. I tried to focus my mind to what I said 8 months ago and tried not to sound too much like a lawyer.
“I only mentioned remodeling your room once. It was just an idea not a plan,” I said.
“Okay, just pour the wine, Mom,” Emily said.
I looked at my daughter. I realized she wasn’t buying what I was selling. Furthermore, she had absolutely no intention of trying to argue with me. She was just going to have her truth and let me have mine. She knew trying to dogpile me with evidence would accomplish nothing but exhaust herself and make her desperate for attention. She was being nonconfrontational, giving me no reaction I could twist into a negative. She knew how to shield herself from manipulators. I usually have to train my witnesses to act like this around their abs.
I could almost be proud if I wasn’t too busy wondering how and why she got so good at that.
“I’m sorry, Emily, it’s your room and it will be available to you until you don’t want it,” I said, trying to mend some bridges.
Emily gave me a hard look. She was looking for any hint of dishonesty. After ten seconds, she gave me a nod of approval as if my apology had been accepted. I’ve seen lots of cops give me that look. Holy shit, what the fuck is up with her lately?
Then the knock came at they door. Isabel let Bobby in and he sat down at the fourth spot at the dinner table. Emily gave her ex-boyfriend a look that suggested she wasn’t too happy to see him. She was probably too angry to even notice the one spooky purple eye.
“What is that asshole doing here?” Emily said.
“Oh, I just thought it would be nice to have Bobby over for Easter like last year,” Isabel said.
“I do not wish to speak to this man. I’m done,” Emily said.
“Why? What did I ever do?” Bobby said, smiling with just a hint of condescending smirk.
I narrowed my eyes. There it was. Bobby is a football player and he looks big and stupid. That simple question had just enough provocation in it for me to see the reaction seeking behavior. I can only assume that no matter what my daughter says, he’ll make it sound like she’s crazy or making a big deal out of nothing. I suddenly had a dawning realization that Isabela and I had badly misjudged him.
“You don’t have to answer that. Get out, Bobby,” I said.
“Honey, we talked about this, and you agreed with me,” Isabela said.
The full horror of the situation hit home. I don’t know what happened between Bobby and Emily, but it was pretty clear that she perceived him as a tormentor. There was nothing I can do about it now.
Each member of the harem takes two slaves and es on the power to them. We are not allowed to command them directly who to enslave next. I can only assume that the Goddess thinks her organization will have more buy-in if everyone has something they don’t want to lose. It was working splendidly. Bobby was certainly looking forward to having his way with Emily again.
“Make it quick,” I said, feeling like a monster.
“Make what quick?” Emily said, looking three ways at once.
Bobby gave me a look that suggested that he knew his mask was off. He gave me a curt nod.
“Emily, you are my slave,” Bobby said,
“Oh, you’re finally being honest for a change,” Emily said, smirking like she had exposed something she long suspected.
Emily froze and met his gaze. She tried to look away from his mismatched eyes but couldn’t. She had indeed not noticed that until it was too late. Just like me. Just like Isobel. Just like Bobby I suppose. It occurred to me that I can’t watch Bobby 24/7 and keep the Pyramid Harem secret at the same time. We would all have to maintain appearances of normalcy. What have I done?
“Emily, you are my slave,” Bobby said.
“What…what are you doing?” Emily said, tilting her head.
It was happening. The magic was taking root in her mind. With only a single name, the spell must be said three times to take full effect. Bobby knows that. Bobby knows all three of Emily’s names. He dated her for two years. He’s dragging this out on purpose.
“What part of quick do you not understand?” I said.
“Daddy?” Emily said, trapped in Bobby’s gaze.
There are some words that sting more than fists or knives ever will. I looked at Emily. I should say I’m sorry, but what would be the point? It won’t change how tonight ends. This was my fault. I should have vetted Bobby before allowing this. To hell with….nope…can’t ever bring myself to speak ill of the mystery Goddess.
“Emily, you are my slave,” Bobby said.
“Yes, Master, I am your slave,” Emily said.
I looked at Emily. That eerie calm took hold of her. One second, she feared the man. Now he could let an entire football team fuck her if he’s into that sort of thing. She will believe anything Bobby says and that can get real weird real quick judging by the things I saw at that orgy last month.
“You better treat her like a princess, got it?” I said.
“Of course I will, Eric. Emily was always my number one girl. She knows that other woman want to take her place, and she should feel lucky to be my favorite slave, right Emily?” Bobby said.
“Yes, Master, I’m sooooo lucky to be your favorite slave. I take it all back. You can have as many girls as you want, Master. You deserve it for being so wonderful. I live only to please you,” Emily said.
Emily sank to her knees more than eager to get to her slave duties. Well, that’s that then. One broken heart mended and transformed into a devoting girl that will happily endure any amount of cheating. I looked at my Rolex. It was a little earlier to head over to Monicas, but I was more than ready to take the long way.
“Well, my work here is done,” I said, turning to leave.
I opened the front door and left. I took only one look back and saw Emily worshipping bully Bobby’s big cock. No wonder he’s popular with the ladies. Bobby had regular eyes now. He had not waited three whole weeks to make Emily his first slave.
It was a dark and stormy night. Fitting really. With all the dark deeds on the agenda tonight, the rain will help muffle the screaming. It was almost like people were being literal when they invoke the Goddess. One woman at the top of the pyramid who rules us all. Whether she’s immortal or not she was truly a powerful entity and likely to be all powerful by the team she reveals herself.
There was a random traffic stop on the highway through town. The cop thought I looked like a suspicious character after my four glasses of wine and pretty much crying in the privacy of my vehicle.
“Sir, I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle,” The male cop said.
“Fuck that, we both know you’re only doing this to catch Felix Bones,” I said.
“What? Sir we are out here in the rain to prevent drunk driving,” The male cop said.
“I’m with the club, and I’m pretty sure I out rank you, slave,” I said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” The male cop said.
“By a lot. Do you know the slave brother, Lord Fontaine?” I said.
“I don’t follow Instagram, sir. You just seem to be having rough night though. Move along,” The male cop said.
“Thank you, slave. You’re doing a good job. Protect the Goddess,” I said.
“Yes, my Lord, protect the Goddess at all costs,” The cop said, dropping his act just enough to reveal the uncontrollable lust She inspires.
I drove off and shamelessly broke the speed limit while I was at it. Probably a bad idea considering just how fucked the rain was getting. A bolt of lightning hit a building deep in the heart of Diamond city. The lights in over 40 glass towers went out.
When I arrived at my boss’ house, I was surprised by how modest it was. It was a nice home, sure, but not the kind of ultra wealthy place I might have expected from the elite owner of his own law firm. I suppose he did mention to me once that secret money was good money. Monica greeted me at the front door in church appropriate outfit.
“Master, you’re early,” Monica said.
“Too early?” I said, looking back into the rain.
“Not at all, my Lord. The party was just getting interesting,” Monica said.
I grabbed a handful of Monica’s raven hair and led her like a dog. I probably would have found the party faster if I had followed her lead, but I wanted to feel in control. I had power over everyone here and I was going to make damn sure they knew it.
The Easter supper after party was indeed pretty interesting. My boss was sitting in a chair getting his dick sucked by the secretary at work. Janice and his fourth wife were going at it like hardcore pornstars. They were both wearing enormous strap-ons and took turns fucking each other’s assholes.
Isaac gave me a series of looks. First he barely looked at me like I was nobody. Then he looked at his daughter and thought better of it. He looked at me like I was his best friend as per her Mistress’s commands. Funny, either she just told him to got through the motions of pretending to like me, or his willpower was actually strong enough to keep on hating me anyway. Then he looked at the way I was yanking Monica’s hair, and I think something that should have been obvious finally occurred to him. The last look he gave me was pure anxiety. Good.
“Oh buddy, getting cucked by Janice. You must feel like such a loser right now,” I said, looking at my boss.
“You can’t talk to me like that. Get out,” Isacc said.
“Who’s going to make me, you, or your cum guzzling daughter?” I said.
“What?!” Isaac said.
“That’s right, daddy, I’m Eric’s cum guzzling sex slave! He can stay for as long as he wants,” Monica said, confirming it all.
I ripped her top open and started manhandling her tits. Monica went wild and pressed her chest into me like that was the best thing ever. I could tell that Kelly, Janice, and Isaac’s wife all took stock me and I could see their minds doing the math and figuring out how this development affected them.
“Is there anything we can do for you, Sir,” Kelly said, watching Monica ditch her clothes.
“Yeah, make sure those two are total lesbians and have zero desire to be touched by men,” I said, fingering Monica’s asshole.
“That’s was always true for Janice, my Lord, right Janice?” Kelly said.
“Yes, Mistress! Cocks are yucky and gross and we only worship pussies, right Tiffany?” Janice said.
“No cocks…only pussy,” Isaac’s wife said.
“Eric…why are you doing this?” Isaac said, watching his life collapse.
“Because I can. Because I don’t need to command your daughter to hate you believe it or not. I needed a push to be a villain, but Monica was always a little scary if you ask me. That’s not a command by the way, just an opinion,” I said.
“Ha ha ha! Right as always, my Master. Daddy, stroke your tiny beta cock while your own daughter does whatever your rival says!” Monica said, smiling fiendishly.
“Yeah, you get on your knees and suck that cock slut!” I said, smacking Monica’s bare ass.
“YES, MASTER!” Monica said, gasping in pain or pleasure or some combination of both.
Isaac just sat in his chair looking defeated as he started stroking his cock. He watched Monica suck my cock. I ordered the other three girls to eat ass by order of rank. They got on the hands and knees and did an anal daisy chain for my amusement with Janice in the middle. All while Monica stroked my cock and planted loving kisses on it. It was almost perfect except for one detail.
I couldn’t get hard.
Monica tried everything she could think of. She slapped herself in the face with my flacid meat. She stoked my soft shaft with her big tits. When She got desperate she stood and started the tip of my cock against her pussy lips. Nothing worked. My head was back at my house.
“Master? Have I displeased you?” Monica said.
“Maybe you just need some help. Fuck it, tell your father he’s gay now,” I said.
“Yes, Master! Ha ha ha! Daddy? Oh my pathetic wimp of a father. You look like you’re really enjoying watching me suck this BEAUTIFUL DICK. You want to help me get this PERECT COCK nice and hard, don’t you Daddy?”
“Yes!” Isaac said, stroking himself even faster.
I’m not gay, but I have done a lot of things recently that I didn’t think I would like until my mind was opened to all the submissive possibilities. Also, I want to make sure the man who could in theory fire me at work knows just how bad an idea that was. Isacc obeyed his daughter of course. He crawled over to me and started sucking my cock as Monica coached and guided him. I’m pretty sure the things she said to him will have some permanent consequence.
“That’s a good slave, sucking that cock that so much bigger than your little micro penis. You think you like girls and maybe you do. Maybe you like girls a little too much, eh? Maybe what you really want is to be the girl worshipping cocks in all those movies you don’t think I know about on the family computer. I mean, all those gangbang and bukkake videos clearly indicate that deep down you LOVE cocks. I bet you put on a wig and wear pink panties and imagine yourself being the girl covered in all that yummy delicious cum. Besides, you can never keep a woman anyway, right cucky? You mine as well just in worshipping alpha male cock, right beta?” Monica said.
“Yes, Mistress. I love cocks. I love them so much!” My boss said, sucking mine.
Monica smiled and looked to me for approval. I nodded. She had done mind fucked her father real good. I could learn a lot from her. Maybe I should sic her on Bobby. Fuck, don’t think about that kid. My cock started to the rise to occasion as Monica sucked on my balls, but it didn’t last. This was getting embarrassing.
How was this any different than what Bobby has done to me?
There it was. On a fundamental level, he was acting in accordance with a standard I had set, I should count myself lucky I’m higher up the food chain or Bobby could have done even worse to me. Now I was wondering whether Isabel approached Bobby or if it was the other way around at that home hardware store. This is wrong, and I just can’t bring myself to do it now that I know what it feels like.
“That will be enough slaves. I have other places to be. You please me, Monica, good girl,” I said.
“Yes, Master, thank you. Please come back anytime. This is yours as far as we’re concerned, right slut?” Monica said.
“Yes, Mistress. Your owner with the beautiful cock can visit us anytime. Please don’t…” Isaac said.
“Hmmm how about you let Tiffany shove that big strap-on up your ass just once and see if you like it?” Monica said, interrupting him.
Holy shit, I’m glad Monica is on my side. I stepped out in the thunderstorm. The rain was coming down harder and harder. When I got in my car, I checked the weather app just to see if the record-breaking rainfall had been predicted by science. It hadn’t. Then I stared at my phone all cold and soaking wet wondering what to do with myself.
“New phone who dis?” Mistress Olivia said.
“Mistress, how may I serve you?” I said, shuddering in pleasure.
Olivia was a gorgeous Asian bimbo who probably looks harmless to most. She had turned me into her happy little white boy butler. Her voice cured my erectile dysfunction. My cock got achingly hard at the thought of being a human chair and letting her sit on my face. Her control fades if I haven’t talked to her in a while, but it’s always in the back of my mind ready to summoned.
“Oh, hello Slave Eric, you never call me unless it’s tribute day. I am in the mood for some beautiful white cock tonight now that I think of it. Are you really desperate be in more glorious presence?” Olivia said, mockingly.
“Anywhere is better than here. Command me, Mistress!” I said.
“Oh yes…uhm…okay,” Olivia said.
I rubbed my cock through my black silk pants. The voice of my owner was like a hit of cocaine, ecstasy, and Tylenol Three all at once. She’s right, I avoid her if I can to keep what little sanity I have left. Now all I want is to be as deep under her spell as slavishly possible.
“I’m servicing some businessmen from South Korean at the moment. Be at my place at 2 AM,” Olivia said.
“T-thank you, Mistress. I hear and obey,” I said.
I hung up the phone. Well, I guess I just have to kill time until my Mistress deems me worthy to be in her glorious presence. She is of course a slave to her own Master, and I thought he brainwashed her to be obsessed with white men. He didn’t strike me as the kind of guy who s diversity out of the kindness of his heart that one time I saw him. If Olivia was having sex with other Asians, it was probably somehow the will of our Dark Goddess. My cock got even harder.
I went to the bank and pulled out double the tribute money. Then I found a small park not far from Mistress Olivia’s condo. I just sat in the darkness wallowing in my own self-loathing. I pulled out a notepad and planned out what I was going to say to Mistress tonight. I was pretty lost in my own thought, but I did manage to keep my head down as police cars ed me by several times.
Somehow, the storm got even worse as time went into the witching hour. I think half the city had lost power. Olivia’s building had gone dark. I honked my horn three times at 2AM and stood in the rain. The freezing water soaked into every nook and cranny.
Anything to dull the pain of failing Emily. Anything at all.
“Are you ready to serve me, slave?” Olivia said, opening the lobby doors of her condo.
“Yes, Mistress. I love to obey!” I said, getting on one knee and offering tribute.
“Get up. Not in front of my neighbors. They’re all cunts,” Olivia said, taking the envelope.
Mistress Oliva condo is one of the better ones. Probably about as expensive as a young babe could go without making it obvious that she’s an escort/onlyfans/stripper/hypnodom. She has a lot of side gigs is my understanding. That wasn’t important. What was really important is how good I feel when I’m with her. She did a double take when she counted out the tribute money that I was bringing far earlier than our usual meetups.
“Have you been holding out on me slave? I didn’t think you were in the same league as Jamie,” Olivia said, counting the greens.
“I’m not, my lady, I had an unusual request,” I said.
“Oh? You have a secret fantasy you want to try? This might have gone very badly for you on any other night. You know that, right? Masturbate,” Olivia said.
“Yes, Mistress. I need you,” I said.
I took off my clothes and started touching myself for her amusement. She wasn’t wrong. Any visit with a superior member of the Pyramid Harem can be life altering. I could end up like Isaac. Luckily for me, maybe, my Mistress has her own idiosyncrasies. She watched me stroke myself, paying close attention to my white cock. I could see her eyes glazing over as owner’s words echoes in her head.
“Alright slave, you have my full attention.” Olivia said, taking off her clothes.
I stroked my cock even faster as she did a little striptease for me. No other woman could match my Mistress in raw physical perfection. Emily became a distant memory as the overwhelming burning need to touch, to kiss, to fuck, and to serve Mistress Oliva made it very hard to what was in my notepad. She pushed me to the ground and planted her feet on both sides of my head. I looked up staring in awe of her tight Asian pussy.
“What is your fantasy, slave? Are you so eager to please me that you come here begging for additional sessions with me? Even though you know you are unworthy to be in my presence unless called upon. I can’t believe I’m actually asking this. What do you want?” Olivia said.
“Please, Mistress. Let me be your house slave. Let me serve you at all times. Take my thoughts away and never give them back. Keep me as your own personal ken doll. I wish only to serve you and be at your feet where I belong,” I said, slowing down my masturbation.
Mistress Olivia stepped backward until she was over my cock. Then she squatted down until my white cock was gliding into her Asian pussy. I groaned in purest pleasure to be inside her. I thought I would have to grovel and beg a lot more than that.
“You love and adore me so much that you just can’t bare to go a single day without serving your Mistress. I it, it’s rather flattering. Go on, slave, tell me more!” Olivia said, riding my cock.
“Yes, Mistress! I want to buy you a house and wash all the dishes and do all the laundry. I want to pamper you like the goddess you are while you never lift a finger. Keep me in a cock-cage for the rest of my life. Just let me serve you!” I said, humping slowly the way she likes it.
“What about your family, slave? Would you really abandon them without a direct order?” Olivia said.
“Yes, I have failed them. They are better off without me,” I said, reaching up to touch her breasts.
She caught my hands first. “Jesus Christ, Eric, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Olivia said, looking down at me, disgusted.
“I…am unworthy to burden you with my pathetic existence,” I said.
“Tell me everything,” Oliva said.
Once I had permission, I couldn’t stop talking. I told her everything. How my wife recruited Bobby thinking it would keep Emily safe. How I realized five seconds too late that this was just about the worst idea ever. Olivia dismounted men and caressed my chest as I spoke. I it, it was a bit of a mood killer.
“Well, what an asshole. I’d kill him if I were you,” I said.
“But the rules Mistress. The divine will of the Goddess must not be questioned,” I said.
“There are other ways. How does slave Emily feel about Korea?” Olivia said.
“What do you mean, Mistress?” I said.
“Right now, there are some very powerful men from the KPop music industry being held prisoner. The Goddess has deemed it time to spread her power beyond Diamond City. If you’re daughter was to claim one of these men, she could move with them to Seoul and help oversee our expansion. Her owner would still be her owner, but she would be far out his reach.” Olivia said.
“And neither he nor I could question the will of the Goddess. You could make that happen?” I said.
“It is my duty to protect the Goddess from unnecessary risk. Yours too, so no, you do not have permission to wallow in self-pity. You shall pull yourself together and save your daughter. You will also make sure this bastard doesn’t do anything that can incriminate the Pyramid. Those are my orders.
“I hear and obey,” I said, feeling a spark of hope.
“Can you bring Slave Emily to the manor of our last meeting?” Olivia said.
“Yes, if I move fast enough. The she would have a billionaire slave?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“At her beck and call. You’ll have to move fast though. They will not be on the auction block for long. Once word gets out Master Black has them, all the purple eyed gold diggers will come to claim them. Before sunrise, I’d say.” Olivia said, standing up.
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress! Wait…do they really call him Master Black?” I said.
“No, you dolt, it’s an alias. Move!” Olivia said, helping me to my feet.
Move I did. I ran down the stairs and through the rain back to my car. My wheels sent mud and debris flying backwards as I sped out of the soaked lot. More lighting filled the sky as rain hammered my windshield. I got about halfway before getting into an accident.
“Nooooooo!” I said, as another car blew a red light and hit my enger side.
Both cars swirled in the slippery asphalt. By the time I collected my thoughts, I looked at the damage. My car wasn’t too bad. It might make it home. I’d be in a lot of trouble for fleeing a scene without talking to the other guy though. I had maybe three hours to find Bobby and Emily and set her up with a rich music snob that may or may not speak English. I forgot to ask because I’m an idiot. Whatever, she’s a smart kid.
“Hey, are you alright?” I said, reluctantly standing in the cold rain once more.
“Yeah, you?” The other guy said, getting out of his car.
“Yeah, you insured?” I said.
He paused and looked at me without saying anything. He looked at me the same way Emily did earlier tonight. It was the universal language for “I don’t know if I can trust you” face.
“Well?” I said, louder.
“Look, brother, I’m really sorry about this. I’ll give you $30,000 right now to just drive away,” He said.
Well, I like money. I am a lawyer afterall. Also, I might need to bribe Master Black for all I know. More importantly, the clock was ticking. I nodded and approached him. A particularly big lightning strike landed behind me, and I got a pretty good look at his face.
“Holy fuck, you’re Felix Bones, aren’t you?” I said, throwing my hands up into the air.