Box Set: The Fearless 1-3

by Terry Maggert

  “Our little friend here is quite high from the kill.” I said to them, tugging at Wally. “Sandrine packs quite a punch. I’m already feeling her all over me, in me, and Wally’s got a bad case of the chats.” She disengaged from me and downed a whole glass of wine in two gulps, motioning to Risa to fill it again. The surge from Sandrine was pervasive. I felt like chewing a chain in two and then ravishing every woman in a three mile radius. Not bad for an aftereffect.

  That’s when I noticed the man sitting quietly at the kitchen table, admiring the necklace Wally had gotten from the Baron.

  “Hello?” I cut my eyes askance. “Who’s our new friend?”

  He turned and waved, somewhat meekly. A beer sat in front of him and his shoes were off. He was clearly comfortable, which was odd, because we usually just bludgeon intruders. He was early thirties, professional looking, brown eyed and sandy haired. Innocuously covered with the air of middle management, he seemed a friendly sort and was doing well, given the circumstances.

  “Ring, meet Marcus. Marcus, Ring. The knockout drinking like a twelve stepper is Wally.” She waved carelessly, her nose buried in another glass of red wine. Risa indicated he should come over to the living room, which he did, albeit slowly. Wally caressed his face as he passed, winking lasciviously. “And please ignore her trashy behavior. She’s got quite the glow from Sandrine- that’s the escort Ring popped in your hotel tonight, by the way, so she’s even more randy than usual.” She rolled her eyes to indicate this was not a unique situation.

  To Marcus’ credit, he didn’t blink, but merely sat on the cushion next to Suma and looked awkwardly at each of us in turn. “Sandrine? The French girl? She’s dead?” he asked, worry on his face. “You killed her? I knew something wasn’t right about her. Knew it.”

  I nodded. “I wouldn’t call her a girl, exactly. But yes, she’s dead, I killed her, and I assume that you’re not here for just a cold one?” I raised an eyebrow at Risa, inviting her to elaborate where Marcus could not. Wally belched and stretched with an erotic groan. Quite the lady. Suma snickered and then caught herself, focusing on our guest.

  “Marcus was in the hotel lounge, but he wasn’t working. He’s not a true Helper, either, not like we understand. He’s sort of a…groupie? Or a really enthusiastic fan of a particular lady, right Marcus?” Risa inquired politely. “Why don’t you start with how you got here? Then we can move on to other details, okay?” She was being overly polite. I distrusted that voice; it reminded me of her interrogations about my use of her towels.

  Marcus gathered his thoughts for a moment. You could see the wind filling the sails of a narrative in his mind and then he spoke.

  “I’m from Chicago, I’m a…well, it doesn’t matter what I did. I was a nobody, but I made an okay living. My wife left me two years ago for some shithead from Colorado who wore a buckskin jacket, for Chrissakes, and to boot he had a-“

  “Marcus” I snapped. “Let’s focus on the other aspects of your story, mkay?” Suitably reprimanded, he continued.

  “Okay, so I’m single. No wife, no dog, living in some kind of country song. I’m on a cold streak with women like I’m a penguin, I couldn’t even get a look from the maid at my gym. So after about a year of that shit, I do something I’ve never done before.” he paused, sipping his beer.

  “You called a pro, right?” Wally spoke up from the floor where she lay supine, her feet in Risa’s lap. She knew men.

  “Err, right. But I wasn’t about to bring some streetwalker into my house, so I looked around online a little, you know, just doing my homework. I’m an insurance actuary. Or I was. I know about risk.” Marcus explained.

  “That explains your shoes. Gah!” Wally piped up from the floor. Risa slapped her foot, hard. They glared at each other for a second and then fell back toward the conversation. Suma snickered again, clearly enjoying the fray. I remained dignified, as I always am. Ask anyone.

  Marcus, unmoved by Wally’s fashion criticism, pressed on. “I have a buddy at work. Derek. Or had, rather. He’s dead.” We all knew what was coming, but we let him continue. Only notes of the story would differ, but the tune would be familiar. “He whored around on his wife all the time, so I asked him if he knew of a girl, you know, who was available. A sure thing. So he told me there was an escort he’s been drooling over and that he would have her break me in the right way, in his words. She was expensive but when I saw her picture I thought it would be worth every penny. Only problem was, we had to travel to her, which was no worry for me, I didn’t have anything to do and Derek said he’d pay for my ticket. So we plan it out. Or Derek did, anyway. We arranged to meet her at a hotel bar for a drink. Derek set it up and he knows his shit, so he got a room upstairs.”

  “What did she look like?” Suma interjected. Wally stood up to grab the wine bottle, intrigued. We all were by now.

  “Hot. Oh my God was she hot. Blonde. Short. Tanned. Killer body, smelled like heaven and the angels all together. She looked kind of like you, Wally.” he added. Wally curtsied while Risa grimaced. “She was so far out of our league I almost couldn’t look her in the eye. Her teeth were blinding. Even her hands were perfect. I felt like an idiot sitting with her at the table but she talked and flirted like we were old friends. Shit, I was hooked. I mean really hooked in like ten seconds. Her accent made me insane, I could’ve been happy listening to her reading an aspirin bottle.”

  “Describe her accent, Marcus. Again, if you would.” Risa asked.

  “It was southern. But not like, redneck, you know, I mean….” he struggled to articulate the finer points of southern dialects. “She said she was from the Garden District, whatever that means.”

  “New Orleans. Louisiana. High class brood mares out of there.” I said, earning a punch from Wally. “So how did this date proceed?”

  “Right, New Orleans. That’s where we ended up.” Marcus took a long pull on his beer. “Like I was saying, I went up first. She already had a suite. Beautiful, way over my pay grade, just like she was. She kissed me and bent my mind; I mean I just about fainted. In about a minute I was on the bed, nude- hey, is this part okay? You want details?” he hesitated, turning shy.

  “It’s okay, these are my lovers. Feel free to hit us with the good stuff.” I stated flatly, and then gave him a mock salute when his eyebrows went skyward. We get that reaction a lot.

  Sliding his eyes from Wally’s legs, Marcus continued. “Well there aren’t many details. At least not with me. She lay upside down on the bed with her head over the side and I… I had trouble with my liftoff, if you know what I mean. I tried to concentrate on her face and her perfect tits, I mean, they were world beaters, but when I thought it wasn’t happening for me I focused on this green necklace sitting in her cleavage. It shimmered constantly, I mean, what wouldn’t if your camping spot was in the most beautiful valley of all time, right? Anyway, I was pissed. I think she was just too insanely hot for me and I felt like a kid getting taught a lesson by some cougar. Anyway, she was so sweet and she said that we would see each other again and she would make it right. Blew my gaskets right there to think about being with her again. And after I went downstairs, that’s when Derek headed up. Looking back, that’s the point where things really start to get weird.” he paused in remembrance.

  “A question. How long was it before Derek went up to her room?” Suma asked. I wasn’t sure where she was going with that topic, but I listened anyway.

  “Right away. And he was up there for like, an hour and a half. I knew he was a stud, but come on. That’s world record stuff, right?” he gazed at me expectantly. I demurred and looked at my feet. He didn’t know what Wally and Risa were capable of doing to a man. Or each other.

  “Was Derek able to complete his liftoff, as you say?” Risa asked as seriously as possible, given the subject matter.

  “And how.” Marcus enthused. “Derek said she was not just the best ever, but better than he could have imagined, like legendary. And he said she was really into him ever si
nce their first phone call and that we should come see her at her other place, you know, stay awhile.”

  Risa and Wally groaned. I laughed outright. Suma looked confused until I explained. “Let me get this straight. You and Derek left Chicago to fly a thousand miles to see a high class hooker because she was really into both of you? Is it amateur night? Aren’t you professionally trained to assess risk? Am I wrong in finding this hilarious?” I finished with a derisive hoot, looking around at our collective stunned faces.

  Derek rubbed his face and shook his head. “I know, I know. And we did. But once we were there, she really took care of us. It was like we were visiting princes.”

  “Or cattle.” Risa interjected.

  “Right.” Derek admitted. “I used all my vacation time for her,” he finished mournfully.

  “Why didn’t you leave? Other than being comatose from the attentions of Goldibox?” I asked, inwardly pleased with my phrasing. I laughed alone. No one understands my comedic touch.

  “It was the details, man. She kept us in one of her places- she had four. I wasn’t surprised with that body; she could afford a castle if she wanted it. She would have a car bring us over one at a time, me during the day, Derek at night. Four, five hours of her and me. She knew my favorite foods, cooked like a chef. Or her staff would cook. Either way, best food I’ve eaten. Greeted me at the door with thirty year old whiskey that I couldn’t afford but have loved since I first tasted it on my honeymoon. Fed me sliced fruit, gave me massages, hot baths, shit you only dream about. And then on top of all that, the sex.” He sighed heavily with memory. “I learned about things the human body can do but shouldn’t. I felt my legs go numb and my face tingle at the same time and sometimes she did it with one hand. See my eye?” he asked, pulling his eyelid back and turning to show us. Blood still filled the corner where vessels had burst.

  “Conjunctive hemorrhage. Impressive. How’d that happen?” I asked. When I realized everyone was staring at me, I clarified my astute observation. “What? I read occasionally.” My genius was met with skepticism.

  “In the best carriage ride in the history of carriage rides, that’s where. She had a horse drawn antique carriage pick us up. We’re under these old oaks, the breeze smells like flowers and she goes down on me.Right there! I’m looking up at this Spanish moss swaying and I thought I was dying, that’s how hard I got off. When I regained consciousness, she’s sitting next to me smiling and I’ve got an eye that looks like a ruby made of jelly. I mean, seriously, I passed out from her mouth.”

  “That’s not unheard of” Risa quipped. Marcus looked at her with amazement and me with newfound respect.

  “Other than your eye, did you have any health problems from being with her? Dreams? Anything weird?” I wanted to ferret out the nature of this sexual dynamo from New Orleans.

  “Me, no” Marcus said, finishing his beer and setting the bottle down. “But Derek was in trouble. He stopped sleeping. We were only there for a week, but I don’t think he slept at all. He looked like shit, but I rarely saw him, she kept us so tied up with her, and sometimes she had a car take us into the city to do cool stuff, things that were really local and….personal. Like she was sharing her life history with us. It felt like she knew everything that had ever happened in the city. And she said she wanted us for herself, that she enjoyed our spirit and didn’t want any of her sisters or family coming around. I got the feeling their family dinners must be like Armageddon.” That was closer to the truth than he knew. Derek was immersed in the thought if this woman. It was uncomfortable to witness, knowing she had killed his friend. And many others, no doubt. “Derek started to…fade. He was really pale. She put us on a plane to go home and neither of us wanted to. Who would? It was like leaving Eden and Aphrodite for the suburbs of Chicago. Derek didn’t talk much on the plane, he was too tired. He said she just fucked him every night, nothing crazy, but that he couldn’t tell when he was awake or asleep. It didn’t matter, she was still there, naked, on him, and he couldn’t stop.” His eyes rimmed with tears. “He died in the car on the way home. I was thirty seconds from a hospital but they couldn’t save him. He was thirty-four.”

  The room was stilled by the memory of a man we had never met, but a story we knew only too well. We stalled a moment to give Marcus time to regain his composure.

  “And then you followed her here for the sex?” Wally asked, her voice soft with compassion.

  “No, nothing like that” Marcus replied, his voice leaden. “I followed her here to kill her.”

  52

  From Risa’s Files

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  53

  Marcus had clearly warmed to his narrative, but it was time for a reality check. Risa held up a hand to silence him, and to his credit, he obeyed. She’s tough like that.

  “Marcus, what makes you think Delphine should die?” she asked.

  Bluntly, Wally added “What makes you think you are a killer? Of a woman like her?” They were legitimate questions. This was a medium sized insurance employee with no presumptive experience as an assassin. It seemed like a reasonable point of contention.

  He thought for a second and started speaking slowly. “Well, Derek was really healthy, you know? The whole thing was just so out of character for me, and Derek, even. I just know that she did something to him, because for him to die like that, with his face slumped against my car window…it’s just so fucked up.” He hesitated then added, “And now, I still see her. At night, sometimes. Do you believe me?” He looked around for disbelief but found none, sinking appreciatively into his chair a bit. He had come to the right place for this type of problem.

  Suma asked, “In your dreams?”

  A violent shake of his head. Marcus was adamant. “No, I’m awake, I think. But I don’t know how she gets in the house without me hearing. How does she not wake my wife up? We’re two feet apart, for God’s sake. She oozes onto me and I’m in her, fucking for all I’m worth and no one else knows. I feel like I’m coming unglued but just the smell of her on my shirt makes me fucking insane. I mean, what do I do, announce to the world that every night I’m balls deep in a ghost orgy? So I keep the secret. And I know the only way to stop is to kill her, or make her go….someplace else. I don’t know. Away…”

  “A succubus. Plain and simple.” I spoke, Risa nodded, and Wally nearly growled. She hated sexual competition. “Marcus, she’s not human, but you already knew that, right? And now this thing that defies every chart or data stream you’ve ever seen is taking your life from you just like Derek. But you’re holding out longer because you’re probably a good guy with a clean slate who just wants to go to work, raise his family, and live your life, right?”

  “I suspected. Or thought I was insane. I’m an evidence guy, no matter how contrary to my feelings. Occam’s razor and all that, right? But then I think about Derek’s headstone and I just sort of knew.” Marcus had lost his innocence to this creature. Now, he was losing even more in a slow drip that filled the succubus with his life and stolen memories with each nocturnal union. Sadly, he did so willingly in a haze of pleasure. Giving wanton gratification at the cost of life was an ace that immortal
s played too often. Few humans could resist the searing touch of a creature designed for seduction and Marcus, although resilient, was fortunate we could intervene. If he let us.

  I thought for a moment. “Marcus, could you arrange an introduction with Delphine? Soon? I think that in her line of work, money talks. Maybe a very generous offer can bring the lady south for a date with a tall, ravishing Midwesterner, skilled in the ways of love, a man whose very presence in the room makes women swoon with-“

  “Okay, we get it, Your Highness. You want to play stud again and bring this succubus to us, rather than being in her lair.” Risa could not roll her eyes any more dramatically in mockery. It’s a good thing I’m not overly sensitive.

  “It peels her away from that staff, which are probably complicit in her….needs.” Wally elaborated. “Getting her out of there gives us a chance to see if she makes contact with any other immortals while she’s on our turf. I can convince the hotel staff to give us access. Or Risa can do it with a kick to the balls,” she finished, earning a wintry smile from Risa, no matter how true. Risa simply cannot accept the fact that Wally is the consummate charmer, especially when it comes to bellhops and bartenders. I walked over to the table and picked up the necklace given to us by the Baron, watching the jeweled eye glint flirtatiously in the light.

  “I don’t know about all this, man. She’s set up like a queen. Why the hell would she leave? Just to bang one single john a thousand miles away? What have you got that she needs?” Marcus openly doubted me.

  “What she needs? A woman with money, staff, virtually eternal life? Dominion over men and a never ending river of lust and pleasure? You think I can lure her solely on the basis of my boyish good looks and some cash? No, Marcus. I don’t think that I- not matter how dashing I may be-”and Wally cooed mockingly, batting her eyes at me “- well; I could never have anything that she needs. But I have something far better.”