Feature Writer: Mark Gander /
Feature Title: THE HONEY DEW LIST 16 /
Published: 01.12.2016
Copyright: © 2016 by Mark Gander
Story Codes: MF, FF, MM, Bi, Drug-use, Hypnosis, Paranormal, Incest, BDSM, Anal, Pegging, Pregnancy, Squirting, Voyeurism, WS, Violent /
Synopsis: A little play on words here. Damien Martin is right on the verge of dumping his rather demanding live-in girlfriend Cassidy Lassiter, when she surprises him with a new “honey-do list” that isn’t so bad after all. /
The Honey Dew List
Chapter 16
“That was … Harold Bird. He’s been a hostage of the Klan and their associates, including, believe it or not, Roger Harmon. Evidently, Roger provided them with a safe house, between himself and Wanda, his wife. The divorce was a smokescreen to confuse and trap you … and her. He also let the Klan know where Tara and I … and you, were. He somehow got his hands on a phone and sent me a picture text to prove that it was him. I’m providing the coordinates to the authorities, so they can rescue him and take Roger … and Wanda, and others, into custody.
“It seems that Roger Harmon has long-term connections to the meth trade, to organized crime, and to the white nationalist movement … he’s not even an American. He’s a Russian national named Boris Nazinsky. Son of Soviet illegals who simply didn’t leave back in the early 90s when the USSR collapsed. Connected closely to the FSB and the Russian mafia. Wanda is actually a Philadelphia woman of half Russian, half Ukrainian origins, named Nadia Volyn. Bird forwarded all of this to me, but I don’t know how long it will be before he’s caught by Wanda. Tara, your marriage was a complete scam. It’s more than suitable for annulment by any standard,” Amos informed Damien, Alice, Tara, and Stephanie, the four of them rather cozy and mushy together right then at the Ruby Tuesday’s as the waitress arrived.
“Well, that does it! Roger is gonna hear from me about this for sure, and I hope to see him locked away, with the authorities throwing away the key. Or better yet, deported back to Russia. Not that I care much for legal status, mind you. Not anymore. I’m content to live in sin with Damien here and his other partners for life. I’m his work wife, after all, and yes, I mean that in every sense of it, except the fidelity nonsense. I guess that the demon is rubbing off, the one that you’ve been telling us about,” Tara told them with a deep tongue kiss for Damien, and then another for Stephanie, followed by Alice.
“Trust me, that’s a good thing, sugar,” Alice reassured her while ordering her meal.
“Yes, well, things have been very wild of late. I’ve finished my report on the mall Santa, by the way. Yes, I think that might have angered the Klan, too. Things like that, no matter how petty they seem. They’re part of the white nationalists’ idea of American culture. It’s part of their birthright, the idea of popular legends and symbols, such as Santa Claus, being white. A black, Catholic Santa from the Caribbean? Anathema. Just not done. Damn shame that they see it that way, but they do. It is what it is,” Tara presented her final report, more than a little pleased with herself, but worried like hell for Harold Bird.
“I have a feeling that the new South will be something that the Klan has cause to fear, and I’m very glad of that. I know that I don’t plan to just use my power for myself, though I will benefit. I want to help bring an end to this madness, if you will,” Damien remarked, with zero sympathy for the Klan and their set.
“Yeah, even Frank and Jim have been coming around in their thinking about the South and its heritage, facing the fact that while the baby shouldn’t be tossed out with the bathwater, that bathwater does have to go away. At first, both were pretty caught up in the Lost Cause, but now they think very differently from that business. It takes years to break free of that, I suppose. It doesn’t happen overnight. In any case, the future will be very bright for the world, I think, once we leave the myth of race behind us,” Alice concurred, a clever smile crossing her lips.
“Yes, I love that idea, that race is a myth! I’ve never seen it as anything but a lie or delusion. An invention of human society. The only race is human. I can tell you that there is no real difference to my pussy if it has a black or white or brown cock in it, or tongue, for that matter. No, black isn’t always bigger, but it isn’t necessarily smaller, either. I’ve had plenty of dick and pussy for sure, in my line of work. In the end, it’s just people and they all fuck for fun,” Stephanie licked her lips at those memories of sex with so many different types of people.
“Well, here is where we part company, I think. I have to go meet up with the police. They want to know more about Harold Bird and the hostage mess. As you say, this is my scoop, so no need to tag along. I’m the material witness here, as far as the authorities are concerned. They’ll no doubt question you later about the bomb scare at the office, but that’s about it. I think that you have editing to do, anyway, am I right?” Amos Clark added, “well, after I get a chance to eat, that is.”
That was when the waitress removed her shades and looked closer at Damien, “Damien Martin?”
“That would be me,” Damien got a good look at their server and realized with a start that it was … Morgan.
Morgan had dark circles around her eyes, she looked very sleep-deprived, but she was still the same drop-dead gorgeous blonde cocktail waitress that Damien recalled from his past, if a little older. She was only three years his senior, so not too much of an age difference, of course. She also knew that her boyfriends since Damien had all failed to measure up. It was when it had been too late that she grasped that she had thrown away a great lover in a fit of pique and vanity. How was he to have known that Jill was off-limits, and besides, that whole feud eventually came to an end when Morgan had saved Jill from a dangerous and abusive boyfriend named Troy. The contrast with Damien was stark there, too, reinforcing to Morgan the error of her ways.
“Morgan?” Damien asked aloud, very surprised to meet her in a Ruby Tuesday, of all places, since she had always done taverns in the past.
“So, this is Morgan, is it? I’m his sister, Stephanie, and I’ve got a piece of my mind to give you, you know!” Stephanie started to rant, but Damien calmed her down and changed her mood just enough by caressing her bare ass under her skirt.
“Look, I’m terribly sorry about that. I was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have expected you to know, without telling you, who was the one waitress that you couldn’t bed with my blessing. Please forgive me … and please fuck me good, okay! Take me back! I don’t care that you’re clearly screwing your own sister, or these ladies over here, for that matter. What’s one more, right? The Jill business was silly, too! If I have to prove my point, I’ll drag you into bed with Jill and myself and share you with her all night long! She’s moved in with me lately, after all, and I think that she’d love to sleep with you again, too. We’re not enemies anymore … and she’s told me that you were by far the best lover that she ever had. Which makes two of us there,” Morgan assured them all, lifting her own skirt to flash Damien her bare pussy to make her point.
“He’s pretty damn good in bed, yes. The best!” Tara told her, “I’m his work wife, if you will. Much more than ever before.”
“He is certainly gifted sexually,” Stephanie agreed, responding with increased arousal to Damien’s fingers down there.
“I would agree with that, and there are reasons for it. You’ll understand better soon enough, though I think it best to discuss that part in private. Besides, we have lunch to eat, and while your pussy looks delicious, I think that it won’t provide the nourishment we need,” Alice winked at Morgan, who naturally blushed and took the rest of the orders.
“Yeah, and I’m gay, so it wouldn’t work for me, nothing personal,” Amos observed with a hearty chuckle, trying to put the bad things going on past him long enough to eat his lunch.
“Understood,” Morgan laughed as she swayed her hips and walked away from the table.
The rest of the lunch turned out to be every bit as flirty and fun as the beginning. The food was great as well, from the bacon cheeseburger that Damien preferred to the Chicken Cordon Bleu chosen by Amos Clark, not to mention the Chicken Caesar Salad chosen by Stephanie. The most interesting part was when Damien dipped his fries in each woman’s twat and ate them straight from the source, soaked in their pussy juices. Amos made a disgusted face, but he also flirted with Damien himself, even stroking the editor’s cock a little under the table in front of the girls.
Finally, of course, Amos had to leave before the others, to meet with the police, as Harold Bird had finally been rescued after a shootout with Wanda. Roger’s wife was killed in the raid, suicide by cop more likely than most motives, and Roger himself was now on the run, no longer hiding out or staying with Damien at all. Stanley Forrester and Lewis Harris were both in custody, and the only question was which would flip on the other first. They were far from alone. Several members of the Klan had been arrested and a few of them included public officials. The raid and the information had worked wonders, though at the price of severe injuries to Harold Bird himself from Wanda’s hand.
None of this was known yet to Damien and the others, but it would be soon, especially for Lauren, Nicole, and Tara. For now, he had some editing to do, after lunch, said meal spent with the girls for the rest of it. It was particularly fun when he pulled Morgan aside and fucked her in the men’s room, a quickie for old time’s sake now that he had time to recover from his threesome with Alice and Stephanie. He fucked her for only a few minutes, of course, but he made her cream herself like mad. He even played with her ass while they screwed, much to her ecstasy. Tara even made a point of playing the lookout and dragging Morgan into the ladies’ room for a moment to lick up the mess that Damien behind in her cunt. This made Morgan cream herself all over again.
Suffice it to say that Damien covered everyone’s bill (including Amos’s) and tipped Morgan well, leaving his number as well, while each of them gave the waitress a kiss to draw attention to them if the other patrons weren’t already quite preoccupied. Morgan whispered in his ear, too, that “Jill and I are going to love joining your little harem. I just know it. I can’t wait to meet Cassidy, Tammy, and Maryam … and all the rest.”
“Oh, honey, you are going to be welcomed with open thighs, and I promise you, you’ll never want to leave,” Tara spoke for the group, making Damien blush in spite of himself as she bragged on the family that he now led, one full of men and women who truly enjoyed and cared for each other.
“I can tell, babe. I can just tell,” Morgan answered, breathily, giddy about getting back with Damien, even as she returned to work.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN