None More Black

by Williams, Brett

  Brant found himself hard, Katie's skirt so short, so easy to reach under and pull aside her panties. The look on her face became orgasmic and she quickly freed his erection. She turned to lock lips with Brainy, her hands roaming the body of the witch, as she offered herself with skirt raised to her father.

  He plunged inside of her warm, wet, welcoming ripe body and began to thrust in rhythm to the music. As he fornicated with his daughter his hands roamed the buttocks of Brainy. However, Brainy wriggled away, slid down to lap at Katie's sex with her tongue. It occasionally flitted across the shaft of his penis, his scrotum...

  “Oh, my god,” Brant exclaimed.

  “Daddy will fuck you, too,” Katie said.

  “Yes, please,” Brainy said as she hiked up her dress. A moment later Brant was buried inside her with Katie now returning the favor of tonguing Brainy's clit.

  In the blink of an eye he noticed people all around them similarly enjoying themselves: a man sucking another man's penis, women passionately kissing each other, men fucking women as they danced. He even noticed a limber effort by Skinny Witch that allowed her to tie tongues with a buff male who was screwing her from behind. Another, topless, woman sandwiched the man between her and Skinny.

  The party, Brant realized, was a success. A site of debauchery as worthy as intended.

  After alternating between the two beautiful young women dancing with him through numerous songs, Brant came in Katie's mouth. Brainy, longing to share the semen, kissed her to steal some for herself before Katie could swallow it down.

  Then, clothing sweat-dampened but adjusted, the trio went in search of something to drink.

  “That was fucking hot, Daddy.”

  “Very erotic, Mr. B.”

  “I agree. Simply amazing.”

  They sipped drinks, bodies cooling, and watched the debauchery taking place before them. After a while, a crowd formed around a woman who collapsed to the floor and began to vomit. Brant, satisfied with the celebration, thought:

  Kasas would be pleased

  Suvos would be entertained

  Brant's staff seemed to be enjoying themselves

  As were the coven

  People were stupid and predictable

  The idea to provide unlimited, uncut narcotics had also proven successful

  Brant turned to Brainy and asked, “You did perform the spell to cloud memory, didn't you?”

  “Yes, Mr. B.” She clutched his arm and rested her head against his shoulder.

  “Thank you, Brainy.” He finished his drink and tossed away the bottle, hugged his women close while he watched the crowd. He noticed, in the distance, Evelyn and Abrams getting frisky. They'd soon be fucking, much like most everyone else, and decided the time had come to bring this shindig to a close. Besides, he assumed daylight had broken outside, which was plenty debauchery for his needs.

  He strode to the deejay booth and, once a song finished, took a microphone and quipped, “The owner of a white Chevy Blazer, your lights are on. Repeat. A white Chevy Blazer, Texas license plate BR-549, your lights are on. Oh, by the way, someone called the cops and they'll be here any minute. If you are underage or...”

  A frantically dispersing crowd made finishing the sentence unnecessary.

  Evelyn and Abrams casually made their way to a grinning Brant Wilson. “You're a cruel, cruel man, Brant.”

  He shrugged.

  “And an ass,” Abrams added.

  “Call me on Monday, we'll set up an interview.”

  They left and the rest of the coven, along with Denny Watkins, approached.

  Sassy said, “Cops really aren't on their way, are they?”

  “What do you think?” Brant answered.

  “I'm guessing not.”

  “Katie,” Brant said, “track down or text message the deejay and the bartenders. Looks like they left but they might be back any time. Let them know they can pick up their stuff tomorrow afternoon, if they aren't going to pack it out now.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Brainy,” Brant said, “you brought the book I asked you to bring?”

  “It's in the car.”

  “Get it. We'll need it shortly.”

  Brant turned to Watkins. “Any idea where the rest of the team are?”

  “Evading the fuzz would be my guess.”

  “I like your sense of humor. We're about to get our magic on. Are you in, or are you out?”

  “Count me in.”

  “Great. We could use the muscle. I have a few things to to – help yourself to a drink before we get started – then we'll gather up bodies and get to work.”

  “My god,” Sassy said, “you didn't, did you?”

  “Provide free drugs and alcohol in exchange for bodies?” Brant said.

  “Yeah.”

  “I'd never dream of it.”

  “Yeah, right. Might as well have killed them yourself.”

  “I don't think so. People understand the risk they're taking by doing drugs. If not, that's their problem. Can I help it if I understand people better than they understand themselves half the time?”

  “Those drugs were uncut, Daddy. I heard you tell the man.”

  “You should have warned people they were uncut,” Sassy said, obviously disgusted.

  “Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Had I warned them the drugs were uncut, and thus what they wanted to snort or shoot, not Drano or talcum powder or whatever the fuck they cut stuff with, and ultimately what they wanted to buy in the first place, we'd have more dead bodies to deal with than we do. So basically I did these people a favor. I gave them a quality product free of charge and just because they overdosed I'm the bad guy? Remind me not to throw any more parties for anyone.”

  “Asshole,” Sassy said but Brant ignored her.

  “We'll gather the bodies and drag them here. I need to check on Jenna before we get started.”

  Sassy began to retort but Brant was already out the door. The hallways were clear of people. Living people. Plenty of discarded booze bottles, trash, glow sticks, what-have-you, vomit, and a couple of dead bodies filled the space. Another dead body, one belonging to the woman Brant had stepped over earlier, awaited him in the stairwell. False word of the impending raid had somehow reached the second floor and it too was clear, with the exception of occupied rooms, which Brant promptly advised the occupants to wrap up their activities and scram. Jenna was still servicing a pair of men.

  “Make it quick, studs, cops on their way,” Brant told them. “Besides, it's past my disease-ridden coke whore's bedtime. That'll be a hundred bucks a pop before you leave.”

  “The hell it is,” one guy, pulling out, said. “C'mon, brah, let's blaze.”

  After they left Brant asked Jenna, “Are you sore?”

  “I'll be sore if you don't hook me up after that.”

  “No. Your pussy. Is it sore?”

  “Now that you mention it, yeah.”

  Brant pulled a prepackaged dosing of cocaine from a pocket, his last dosing he'd brought with him and tossed it to her. “Katie will drive you home,” he said before leaving the room.

  He found two dead bodies lying in the men's room. He dragged the lightest of the bodies, which wasn't light at all, out by the ankle and opted to use the elevator on the way down. Plenty of sickness had smeared on the floor but that's why he'd scheduled a cleaning crew, or rather Katie had on his request, for Sunday. They'd need it, otherwise it would take all weekend to get this place back in order.

  Of course the cleaning staff wouldn't be allowed into the primary server room. There would be too much blood on the floor for that, after performing Rituale Romanum Sanguinem Benedictionem.

  Perhaps an hour passed before Brant and the coven found themselves alone with Denny. They'd dragged five bodies into the main area that would serve as the server room and moved all the deejay equipment and bar, which thankfully was on wheels, into the hallway and shut the door. Katie, who had left to drive Jenna home, had confirmed that the equipment would be
picked up tomorrow afternoon.

  So,

  Stripped of clothing, the coven commenced the Rituale Romanum Sanguinem Benedictionem

  They strung the bodies to the rafters with throats slit and began the ritual

  Performing sacred chants

  Convorting with each other

  Fucking indiscriminately under a rain of blood

  Finger painting cryptic symbols on the server floor in blood

  Pleasing Kasas who in turn would bless the building with knowledge and power

  They then dragged the exsanguinated bodies to the roof where they formed a funeral pyre to discard of the evidence. They didn't expect to draw attention to themselves, not in this vacant industrial area, not under the watchful eyes of Kasas. Besides, the building would be locked up and vacated should authorities arrive. If so, they'd have trouble tracking down Tara Jones, whose number in New Mexico was listed for the building.

  The coven showered in a room plumbed specifically for this purpose days ago before leaving the building.

  “What a trip,” Goth Witch said.

  “I agree,” Fatty Witch said.

  “Mind if I ride with you?” Brant asked Brainy.

  “Sure. No problem.”

  “You were headed to my house anyway, weren't you?”

  Brainy smirked. “You really can read people, can't you?”

  “Better than I read Latin.”

  Part III – Black Magic

  26

  It was early but Brant couldn't sleep. He eased away from Katie, careful not to wake her, and rolled out of bed. He dressed casually in denim jeans and collared shirt and, after a stop at the bathroom, headed downstairs to start a pot of coffee. The day promised to be a long one. An agenda filled his mind as coffee brewed:

  Contact Intel regarding the custom motherboards he'd ordered

  Touch base with Joey regarding server installs in Memphis

  And the equipment order for Des Moines

  Meeting with Tara regarding potential sites in Santa Fe

  Discuss Nebraska's site needs with Alex

  Respond to team email – expecting status updates from Denzel and Derek

  Review flagged entries from Brainy and Goth Witch in various books

  Continue reading Handbuch der Folterungen

  Have Katie order more mirrors

  Dinner with Katie, if time allowed

  Lately she'd grown annoyed with his long hours, Brant reflected while pouring coffee. Until all the sites were up and running, though, long hours were to be expected. With Tara hiring more staff, including a small sales team, eventually the load would lessen. Until then, much work remained.

  As he sipped coffee and scanned email on his tablet computer in the breakfast nook, the sensation of being watched returned. It had grown stronger, dare he believe bolder, in past weeks. He often sensed watchful eyes when reading email or books, as if someone were peering directly over his shoulder, not from afar like before. And the shadow man, as Brant had come to think of him, spied when Brant had sexual relations.

  Once, however, similarly unnerving but for entirely different reasons, the shadow man's absence while Brant provided corporal maintenance to Katie in regard to the upkeep of her Daddy's Rules book came as a total surprise. At first Brant had wondered at the absence, until he heard moans of ecstasy coming from Jenna's bedroom next door. She'd brought home a man, perhaps from the coffeehouse where she worked, although that seemed doubtful, as she rarely worked there anymore. Perhaps she no longer worked there at all, Brant mused. Other than gasoline or an occasional night out, why did she need money? Men provided what she needed and Brant had overheard Jenna borrow money from Katie on more than one occasion and doubted Katie had ever been repaid.

  Of everyone involved at the house, Jenna was the one with the least to do. And Brant, though he didn't like it, put up with it for Katie's sake. Jenna being her only friend. But still, with the increased workload, due to the activity at the house, the cleaning crew could barely keep up. Brant didn't like that either. People didn't need to know what was taking place under his roof.

  These thoughts slipped into the background as Brainy stepped into the room.

  “Good morning, Mr. B.”

  “Good morning, Brainy.”

  Not wishing to disturb him further, merely offering a pleasant greeting, Brant knew, she went to pour herself a cup of coffee.

  Once poured, in a travel mug Brant noticed, he said with a gesture, “Join me.”

  “What's up?”

  “Have you researched the spell I emailed you about, Portal von dem Jenseits Vergnügen?”

  “Yes, I have. You aren't planning to fix me up with a date, are you, Mr. B?” Brainy grinned.

  “No. Not you. Not yet,” Brant deadpanned.

  “That's a relief. Because if you prefer we use something other than sex magic...”

  “No, that isn't it.”

  “Really?”

  “Truly.”

  “Because, well...” Brainy trailed off, sipped coffee.

  “I know you like your magic hot and black, just like your coffee.” Brant winked.

  “Oh, my. It's getting hot in here.”

  “Just having fun. I like to see you hot under the collar. Your face glows when you blush.”

  “Does not.”

  “You should look in a mirror.”

  Brainy stood. “Is there anything else? If not, I should head to class.”

  “No, that's all, though I suspect you're already plenty familiar with the subject material. Or is there a test?”

  “No test. I like the reinforcement of a lecture, that's all.”

  “Enjoy your day.” Brant returned his attention to email on the tablet.

  Brainy, with a squeeze of his shoulder and kiss on the head, said, “You too, Mr. B. See you later.”

  “What do you mean there's a delay?” Brant's voice rose in volume as he spoke to his Intel liaison on the phone. “I'm paying top dollar. Hell, a goddamn premium for these motherboards. Now I realize this is chump change to Intel but I need those boards. I knew I should've taken my business elsewhere. I want an updated timeline and I want it ASAP. But don't call me back in an hour with a bullshit ETA you pull out of your ass. Get the information and let me know.”

  Brant thumbed the screen of his mobile to end the call.

  “Fucking morons, jerking me around.”

  In an instant message screen, Brant typed:

  Brant Wilson >What do you mean the rack never arrived? You ordered it, didn't you?

  Joey Kincaid >Yeah, sure. CDW said it was in stock. Last one. But it didn't ship.

  Brant Wilson >We need a rack to mount the new servers.

  Joey Kincaid >Tell me something I don't know.

  Brant Wilson >Jenna's pregnant. Said the kid is yours.

  Joey Kincaid >WHAT????????

  Brant Wilson >It's not yours???

  Joey Kincaid > FUCK!!!

  Brant Wilson >That's how it typically happens.

  Joey Kincaid >She said she was on the pill. :-(

  Brant Wilson > Relax. It could be worse.

  Joey Kincaid >Yeah, right. How?

  Brant Wilson >Well, for one thing a pregnancy can be terminated.

  Brant Wilson >Not having the server rack that you need, on the other hand, is a problem much tougher to resolve. It's not like they sell them at Walmart, you know.

  Joey Kincaid >No offense, but WTF are you talking about?

  Brant Wilson >Forget about Jenna. Focus on our server rack dilemma for a moment. What's the inventory status of the rack now?

  Joey Kincaid >Back order as of an hour ago.

  Brant Wilson > Order another rack, one you know is in stock. Chew your rep's ass and see if you can get free express freight delivery. And don't let them screw Des Moines.

  Joey Kincaid > OK

  Joey Kincaid >Sorry. Anything else?

  Brant Wilson >Yes. Never be sorry for someone else's mistake. And another thing. I made
that shit up about Jenna, wasn't even sure you tapped that. Next time CDW or another vendor screws us, I want you to get just as upset with them as you did about Jenna.

  Joey Kincaid >You're an asshole.

  Brant Wilson >That's why I like you, Joey. Not afraid to tell me what you think.

  Joey Kincaid > You're a FUCKING asshole.

  Brant Wilson >What do I know? Maybe she IS pregnant. If so, probably not yours though.

  Joey's status changed from green/on-line to gray/off-line and Brant, amused with himself, folded down the screen on his laptop and reached for a cell phone.

  “Sir,” Katie whispered, “you really should eat.”

  “You really should get off my ass,” Brant said. “No, not you,” he said to Tara over the phone. “My assistant. Hang on a second.” Brant looked at Katie. “I'm wrapping up this call, then I'll eat. Okay?”

  “Okay, Sir. Don't be mad. I'll make you a sandwich.”

  Brant forced a smile, said, “Thank you,” then shooed her away.

  “Now where were we? That's right. Santa Fe. Forget the old department store. It won't work. Besides, we don't need parking. Find another option or two. Set up a visit in two, three weeks. I want to get this resolved. I gotta go.”

  He was running behind, already ten minutes overdue for a meeting with Alex. He sent a text message asking if they could postpone for twenty minutes. A quick reply indicated a scheduling conflict but Alex said he'd be available any time after 2:00 PM

  Fine. Brant would eat a sandwich, maybe give Katie a quickie upstairs, see if that might appease her.

  Yes, that sounded good and might help to relieve some stress.

  Katie, down on her knees in their bedroom, unzipped his fly. About to reach in, she hesitated and said, “It's the shadow man, Daddy.”

  “Goddamn it.” Brant spun to see the entity but only caught an unnerving wisp of black smoke as the supernatural peeping tom vanished. “Give us some fucking privacy. Shit.”