Life With AlphaChapter 9 Beta Bayonetta
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The story was good for headlines in the tabloids, while the big city papers ran it lower, but still on the front page. Experts and pseudo-experts were called in to give their assessments and opinions. Television talking heads bantered about the mystery from one end of the country to the other and even over-seas. Some stories, even on a single person, can be that important, and this one was. The woman considered to be the most beautiful creature of this, or some said, any century, was missing. Vanished, it seemed, into thin air. They feared for her life. Local police investigated the deranged fan theory, as well as the kidnap possibility. No ransom note had been delivered to anyone, but who knew in these cases? One day she was finishing up a modeling shoot, meeting with her agent, Cora Brown, in regards to a new movie she was considering, her fifth. The next day, she was gone. Her bank accounts were frozen, her business dealings put on hold. Nothing had been removed from either of her homes, nor it seemed, disturbed in any way. There had been no sign of a struggle, which the authorities found heartening. Of her three vehicles, one had been thought to be missing until it was returned by the garage into whose care it had been entrusted. The mechanic who regularly maintained the expensive machine had said that the owner promised him an extra bonus if it could be repaired by the weekend. It wasn’t. He missed his deadline for the bonus, but still fully expected to be paid for his services.
She was loved the world over, every young boy knew her name, men of all ages adored her, even women loved her. Rumor was that even the Pope in Rome had a secret crush on her and regularly confessed it as a sin. Her innocent beauty, coupled with her honest love of others was legendary. It was said that no flaw had ever been noted by any photographer fortunate enough to work with her. Her appearance was known to cause traffic jams of epic proportions in any city. If she happened to be modeling on a particular section of beach, it was a certainty that the remaining portion of the coastline would be free of people. Her publicist was quick to point out that her client had always welcomed the attention with wonder and glee, was always happy to spend time with her fans so long as time permitted, and was notably disappointed when it wasn’t. There were naturally those who wished to exploit her, use her image for their personal gain, use her body for their gratification. The women who longed to mother the orphaned beauty, those who lusted for her as a sex object, both men and women, paled in number to those who merely loved her for the unbelievable beauty she was. And now she was gone. Where and why became the question of the month. Sightings of her in the Middle East, Russia, China, India, South America, were rampant. Name a country, someone had seen her. She was being held as a love slave by some perverted sheik who had paid millions for her, had been seen at the feet of a shaman priest, was now hideously deformed by a flash fire caused by use of some exotic drug. The stories were everywhere. Gone, like a thief in the night, her crime the empty lives of her most rampant fans.
Her own private life lay mostly hidden from public view, it was the price she demanded, and got, for the public life she gave of so easily and fully. It was known that she had lost her parents at the age of seventeen. A tragic plane crash had taken their lives while traveling on her behalf. It was an event she, understandably, never quite got over. Her parents had supported her rise to fame but were rare in that they had not exploited her as some ‘stage-door’ parents do. She enjoyed the limelight from an early age, but they had always told her that if it became more work than fun, she should get out of the business.
Modeling had been her first job, and her first love. Films came later when it was found that she had a gift for acting. Directors clamored for her, and established stars enjoyed working with her since she preferred to learn from them rather than see herself as a star. The movie director with whom she had been dealing was forced to cast another up-and-coming starlet in the role written for her, but secretly held out little hope for the film’s success.
Vanished, as the fog under the blaze of the mid-morning sun.
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The fuel gauge read between empty and bone dry as the battered Toyota sputtered into the nondescript station. The big sign simply said, GAS. ‘That’s what I’m after!’ muttered the driver. After too many hours behind the wheel, the driver had become immune to the scenery of the vast mid-western plains, and only now looked around and actually saw things. Small, Midwestern town, clean streets, happy looking children with their mothers, even the cop on the corner was patting a child on the head playfully, and the cashier who took the driver’s money smiled. ‘Nice town, could be a nice place to live. Worth a try,’ thought the driver. ‘Besides, it’s time for a break. Maybe here, finally, maybe here.’
‘Can you recommend a decent place to catch lunch?’
‘Miss Birdie’s Restaurant across the street has the best lunches west of Bayview!’ returned the cashier.
‘Thanks,’ returned the weary traveler, who had already been on the road for six hours by ten a m. Breakfast had consisted of toast and coffee before leaving the cheap motel, and it just wasn’t going to last. Time to fuel the body as well as the tank.
‘WAITRESS WANTED – WILL TRAIN’ read a sign in the window of the restaurant. ‘Wonder if they hire fat, homely, girls,’ mused the driver as she steered the faithful little car towards ‘Miss Birdie’s Family Style Restaurant’.
The brunch crowd was gathering, boisterous, familiar, and good-natured. Laughter seemed to be high on the menu of the clean and efficient eatery, and the traveler noticed that Miss Birdie herself did much to foster it.
‘How about a nice steak, Birdie?’ called out a customer.
‘I’d broil you one Chester,’ she returned, ‘if you hadn’t sent over that side of beef that took me two days to boil down to edibility!’
A well dressed, heavy set, man in a booth turned and laughed loudly at this bit of humor.
‘Don’t know what you’re laughing about Mr. Big shot, you just ate the biggest slab of it I had,’ shot Birdie at the banker type. He now roared at this bit of news.
‘And I even complimented you on it too, didn’t I? Proves what a good cook you really are Birdie. When are you and I going to run away together?’
Birdie ignored the question.
The traveler ordered the daily special, and continued watching and listening to the music of Birdie’s Restaurant. The sounds were pleasant and the food was good, better in fact than she had enjoyed in a long time. Maybe this was the place to stop for a while.
Birdie did, in fact, hire the matronly looking as waitresses. ‘I prefer ’em,’ she replied when directly asked, ‘I hire the pretty girls for the supper trade, usually, but the evening shift is what I need to fill now if you want to give it a try. My head waitress at night is Mandy. She’s a good waitress, she’s not catty, and I respect her opinions. Spends too much time in the kitchen with Roy, the night shift cook, if you ask me, but still a good waitress. If you pass muster with her, you’re hired. I do it that way because you’ll be working closely together and I like for my girls to get along.’
‘Looking forward to meeting Mandy.’
Later that evening, after finding a modest but comfortable place to stay, and moving her meager belongings, the traveler returned to Miss Birdie’s and her new job. The head waitress sat behind the counter, her short white uniform showing a generous amount of well muscled thigh, smoking a cigarette, and drinking black coffee. Thick, bleached blond hair circled an attractive face, full smiling lips, and pretty brown eyes with thick natural lashes.
‘Hi there,’ she called, ‘welcome to Miss Birdie’s. Would you like a menu?’
‘Only to study, I’m Sara Nelson, the new waitress. That is, if I pass muster with you,’ she corrected with a smile.
‘Thank the stars!’ exclaimed Mandy. ‘From the way Birdie talked, you were one of those middle aged women she prefers for the lunch crowd. Oh! I don’t mean anything bad by that, it’s just…’
‘Don’t worry,’ Sara soothed, ‘I’m overweight and not all that attractive. I know it and I deal pretty well with it. So, where do I start?’
Sara caught on to the routine of the place quickly, learned the entire menu by the end of the night and made enough in tips to just about pay the rent on the three room cottage she had taken, for a night or two anyway. Mandy turned out to be her best friend in town, the brash waitress helping Sara build a client base. That’s what she called her regular customers, her client base. It was important to have a solid base of customers because they were a source of steady income. Money was important to Mandy. With money she could afford to leave Thompsonville once and for all. ‘The big city, that’s where I want to go,’ she would say, ‘they’re all the same, just pick one and that’s where I want to go! There’s always something going on in the bigger cities, not like here. Here, they roll the streets up early and even the police go home.’
Not everything was dull in Thompsonville for Mandy. Thursday evenings were slow in the restaurant and that was the night she spent more time in the kitchen than usual. Sara discovered why quite by accident. The fourth week she was there, the Thursday had been unusually slow. The three of them had been sitting at the counter, talking and reading the newspaper. Mandy noticed an article about the missing model.
‘Have you been following this?’ she asked Sara.
‘Not really.’
‘I have. Damn, I wish I had that woman’s looks. That woman could have any man she wanted just by snapping her fingers. What a life she must have.’
‘You’ve got me!’ teased Roy, ‘What more could you ask for?’
Sara noticed Roy’s hand slipping further up Mandy’s thigh as he spoke, noting that Mandy made no effort to stop him. Miss Birdie’s hints about the two seemed to be on target.
‘One thing you failed to notice,’ said Sara, ‘she’s missing! It just may be her looks that caused that to happen. There are some real crazies out there. Somebody might have snatched her to use as a play-toy.’
‘Maybe, or maybe she got involved with some druggie, who knows? Still, what a beauty she is. I mean, I love her, and I’ve never even actually seen her. What a waste if something bad happened to her.’ This from Roy.
‘That’s the point, Roy, everybody loves her. I still wish I were her. And what do you mean you love her, I thought you loved me! ‘
‘I do Doll, it’s just that every guy in the universe loves her. Show me a guy not in love with her and I’ll show you a guy that ain’t been paying attention. Hell, even the gay guys love her!’
Roy whispered into Mandy’s ear. Mandy giggled quietly.
‘Watch the dinning room will you Sara? I have to help Roy in the kitchen for a while.’
As the door to the kitchen closed, she thought she saw a flash of Mandy raising her short uniform skirt, exposing her naked ass. Decidedly non-restaurant sounds began to be heard from the kitchen, and while Sara wasn’t sure what was happening in the back room, she was sure that it wasn’t her business. Standing at the window, she noticed a carload of Mandy’s regulars pulling up. She called to Mandy, but getting no response, she entered the kitchen. The front of the kitchen was empty, but noises could be heard further back, by the chef’s table. Making her way back to the cooks area, she was startled to see Mandy kneeling on the floor in front of Roy with her hands grasping his ass, his cock buried deep into her mouth. Roy was sliding his member in and out of Mandy’s mouth slowly, shoving it in deeper with each stroke, until finally she took all of it into her throat. Roy groaned and thrust his hips forward, grasping the blond head with both hands.
Again he groaned, his whole body trembled as he came, shooting his load into her throat. Mandy continued sucking him for several seconds, swallowing several times. After what seemed like minutes, Roy’s deflating tool eased out of the blonde’s mouth. Sara watched in fascination as Mandy then removed a rather large carrot from between her legs and insert it into Roy’s mouth. ‘Here honey,’ Sara heard her say, ‘eat this.’
Sara backed out of sight and called ‘Customers in!’ She then returned to the dinning room to seat the customers. Mandy hurried out of the kitchen, and directly to the ladies room to ‘freshen up’ before taking care of her customer base. Roy’s face appeared in the serving window, munching on the carrot like a happy rabbit.
Later, Sara confessed to Mandy what she had seen.
‘Do you love him?’ she asked.
‘Well, kind of. Actually I love his huge cock, while he, on the other hand, is not really all that bright. Besides, he’s actually still married. His wife ran off with a woman, if you can believe it, but won’t give him a divorce. Says it looks better if she’s still married. He hasn’t seen her for months. Anyway, I need a guy who at age twenty seven is not a night cook at Miss Birdie’s Family Style Restaurant, if you understand what I mean.’
‘I understand,’ replied Sara, ‘but does Roy? I’ve noticed the way he looks at you. I think he’s in love with you Mandy.’
‘He says he is, but I think it’s just lust. We screw well together. Most guys seem to fall in love with whatever warm hole they’re putting their cock into.’
‘I hope that’s not the way it really is, I mean guys falling in love with a warm hole. That leaves me without a guy.’
Mandy looked shocked, ‘Don’t tell me you’re a ….?’
‘Yup, guilty as charged.’ Sara smiled, ‘Virgin as the day I was born. Odd isn’t it?’
The conversation was interrupted by customers, and not brought up again that night.
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Sara’s charm and wit quickly gained her a solid following of customers, much to the delight of Miss Birdie who could see the increase in business. Mandy too, was happy for her new-found friend, since it meant she would stay around for a while. The following Thursday, as Sara discovered they usually were, was slow enough to close early. They did sometimes to save on Birdie’s utility bills. Sara busied herself in the dinning room, cleaning, filling condiment containers, and straightening the chairs, while Mandy and Roy cleaned up in the kitchen, and prepared for the morning cook. As Sara finished she heard the familiar sounds of Mandy’s giggling and Roy panting. Entering the kitchen, she made her way towards the chef’s table. This time was no accident. Mandy sat on the chef’s table, completely naked, her heels on the edge of the wood, resting on her elbows. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, a look of extreme pleasure on her face. Roy too, was completely naked, legs spread wide apart, huge cock hard and bobbing in anticipation, he leaned forward, his head hidden between Mandy’s thighs. Sara could hear sounds of sucking and kissing as his tongue disappeared into Mandy’s dark, furry, pussy. Surely they knew they were making enough noise to attract her attention. Mandy urged him on, ‘Oh yeeees! There! There! More please, more, more!’ Her words seemed to have the desired effect as Roy lapped her clitoris, tenderly, covered her mound with his mouth and sank his tongue deep into her quivering gash, licking the inside of her canal, causing her to cry out again with pleasure.
Mandy’s hips thrust upwards into Roy’s face, her legs spreading wide apart, he grasped the twin globes of her firm ass in his hands, driving his tongue as far into her heaving hips as he possibly could, his teeth scraping her clitoris. Leaning on one elbow now, she grabbed a handful of his hair, locking his head firmly into her hips, grinding into his sucking mouth as the first of her powerful orgasms washed over her. Her ass bo
unced on the heavy table as she came, Roy’s head following her every move, until finally she released her vice-like hold on him and leaned back with a sigh.
‘Put it in me, now!’ she demanded, her hips still bucking slightly as if in anticipation of another climax.
As Roy pulled Mandy’s hips to the edge of the table, they both noticed Sara.
‘You two are good. Mind if I continue to watch?’ she asked in a tiny voice.
‘Won’t bother me!’ returned Roy.
‘Join in if you like,’ said Mandy, ‘believe me, there’s enough for the both of us!’
‘I’d rather watch, besides, I have this problem…’
‘Oh yah,’ finished Mandy, ‘virgin! Do me, big boy!’
‘Yes ma’am!’ Said Roy as he grasped her legs, placed one on each shoulder, and directed his throbbing cock to the warmth of her overheated cunt. It now became important to Roy to put on a good show for the other woman watching, to show what he could do, how he could make a woman feel. Roy was hunting for new game.
The head of his pole slid just inside her pussy lips, he slid it up and down the opening, teasing her, making her want his whole cock inside her. She dug her heels into his back, pulling him forward, but still he refused her, making her suffer for him. When he was ready he would give her the release she begged for, not until. Groaning and cursing him, she rubbed her cunt lips up and down the length of his hard cock. Grasping the thing in her own hand, Mandy returned the head of the monster to her aching slit, and thrust her hips forward, hard, driving him deep into her wet cunt. Roy began thrusting then, with ever increasing depth, until he was buried fully into her. Mandy slid her legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, grinding herself into him with powerful strokes of her beautiful legs. Sara watched in awe as her friend became like a woman possessed, her tanned breasts dancing in rhythm to her hips, riding this man’s cock as though her existence depended on it.
Mandy grunted, and shrieked with lust as she forced him into her, until again the waves of pleasure rolled over her. She threw her arms around him as he lifted her off the table, jamming her sweet cunt full of his pulsing cock. She shuddered, grinding his hips as the spasms took control of her senses. He held her close until the waves passed, and then gently eased her legs to the floor, his pole still deep in her overheated canal. He kissed her eagerly, and whispered into her ear. She nodded. Still impaled on his rigid cock, she threw one leg up and spun around on the other foot, as he leaned back. Her back to him, she bent over the table while he took her from behind for a time. Sara’s hand went to her mouth, stifling a quiet scream, watching in horror and fascination as Roy removed his cock from Mandy’s slit and placed it at the door to her tiny ass. Mandy grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing Sara her acceptance of the act. Roy wet a finger with her lubricating juices, and eased the finger into her tiny hole, He began fingering the orifice, relaxing the muscle for the assault to come. ‘Now!’ she cried, ‘Do it now! Put it in me!’ Slowly, at first, he eased the massive head of his cock into her tender ass hole. Mandy pulled harder on her ass cheeks and wiggled, forcing her anus to accept him. Together, they drew themselves closer, until finally his entire length had been driven into her smooth anus. Mandy held on to the table tightly until the tension and slight pain subsided. Roy remained still until he was sure she was ready . First one and then the other of her long legs wrapped themselves around the back of his calves, locking her to her lover who now began a steady, but slow thrusting of her beautiful ass.
He took long strokes, only the very head of his hard cock remained imbedded in her before he once again drove relentlessly into her buttery softness. Mandy’s cries of lust became louder as he pushed his hard cock into her with ever increasing speed and force. With her legs she pulled him along, forcing him to drive ever faster into her tortured ass, sobbing with pleasure. Roy eased a finger into her soft pussy and began to stroke her engorged clit, rubbing the little bud with ever increasing force. Her hips pumped him, impaled as she was now both front and rear, her head shook from side to side, her long hair a mist of yellow against her tanned body, she climaxed every few seconds until she felt she couldn’t ever cum again. And then she would. Suddenly Roy stiffened, then shuddered, driving his throbbing cock deep into Mandy’s soft asshole. He groaned, loudly, jabbing his hips forward, lifting Mandy off the table with his tool as he shot his copious load of cum deep inside her. She tightened her hold on his legs until she felt his cock stop spurting into her anus and then slowly released him, finally allowing his spent pole to leave her satisfied body. She turned to face him then, kissing, stroking, his face tenderly. ‘Damn, you’re good.’ she said softly. ‘I never thought I’d quit climaxing.’ Roy only smiled weakly. ‘You do wear a man out.’ he said.
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