Whatever It Takes

by Ben Boswell

  Jessi looked up at Kris who nodded.

  "It'll be okay, baby," Kris said, gently.

  Jessi leaned forward toward her sister's pussy...

  Suddenly the door from outside burst open. I'm not even sure what happened next. There was a blur of movement as a man rushed in. Boogs swung his gun hand toward the door. There was a popping sound. Boogs yelped in pain, his gun falling to the floor, his hand dangling at a weird angle. A flying leg caught Tyrell in the chest, sending him sprawling backward. I looked back at Boogs. There was a disgusting, wet squishing sound as an elbow shattered his nose. He fell back, his body already limp, and cracked his head on the coffee table. The man rushed Tyrell who was struggling to his feet. Tyrell never had a chance. The man had him in a chokehold and after a few moments released his limp body to the floor.

  "Is everyone okay?" It was Damon. He was standing in a half crouch, coiled, ready to strike. He looked around the room.

  "Jessi?" he said curiously as he spotted her.

  She nodded, dazed.

  "What?" he began. Then he shook his head. "Never mind. Later. We need to get out of here."

  "Are they dead?" It was Kris.

  He looked over at Tyrell. "He's not. He'll be coming to in a couple of minutes. The other one I'm not sure."

  I scooted over and felt for a pulse.

  "He's still alive... for now," I said, disgusted at the blood pouring from his shattered nose.

  Damon nodded. "Is anyone gonna care about these assholes?"

  "No one with a badge," Jessi replied.

  "Girls, get dressed. Get your shit," Damon ordered.

  He looked over at me. "You too man. You need to get out of here."

  I nodded. "What was that?"

  "It looked like you guys needed some help."

  "But how..."

  "Later," he replied. "Need to sweep this place for personal items."

  It didn't take long. All of our stuff fit into two shopping bags. Tyrell began to stir before we were done, so Damon choked him out again. I took all three guns and put them back into the backpack.

  Kris came out of the bedroom. She crossed the room to Damon and gave him a passionate kiss.

  "Thank you," she said.

  He gave her a sheepish grin. "I told you I'd see you again."

  He looked over at Jessi who also was walking over. I could see him trying to puzzle out how we all knew each other. All he knew was he'd come back out to visit a girl who'd given him a great fuck and walked into a situation. He had no idea who I was, no idea why Jessi was there. And there was no time to explain.

  He hustled us out of the room.

  "Do you have a ride?" he asked.

  I nodded.

  "You take the girls. Find someplace safe. I'll keep a lookout here for a bit."

  He turned toward Kris. "Then I'm gonna call you, and you're gonna explain what's going on."

  She nodded. "Deal."

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  "What the fuck was that?" I asked as we pulled out.

  "What did those men want?" asked Kris.

  "Where did Damon come from?" was Jessi's question.

  We all started talking at once, all of us simultaneously replacing our shock with a rush of adrenaline.

  "Hold on. Hold on," Kris finally said. "Let me ask the questions."

  When Jessi and I stopped talking. She continued.

  "Who were those men?" she asked.

  Jessi sighed. "I can't fucking believe it. DeMac sent them."

  "Why?" Kris asked.

  "Fuck sis, you need a picture? They were there to snuff us."

  "But why?"

  Jessi shook her head and continued in a tone of disbelief. "After all I did for that motherfucker. Jesus. I can't fucking believe it."

  "Jessi, I still don't get it."

  "Who the fuck knows? Maybe he didn't like the idea of paying me back, ever. Or didn't like the idea of me asking for anything. Or maybe he was afraid that now that he'd turned us down I'd try to go witness protection. Or fuck, Kris, maybe he liked how well you sucked his cock and decided to trade me in."

  "Jessi!" I snapped.

  "Daniel, no," Kris said calmly. "She's just upset."

  Jessi was sitting in the back just shaking her head. The enormity of the situation really sinking in. "I can't fucking believe it," she repeated again and again.

  Kris looked back at her sister. "It's okay baby. You're... we're all better off without him."

  Jessi groaned. "You don't understand. You don't know what..."

  "Shhh, baby. Shhh."

  Jessi sniffled a few times. "God if Damon hadn't shown up, we'd all be.... How'd he find me? Wait. What was he doing there? How'd he know you?"

  Kris laughed darkly. "Well, that's a funny story."

  She explained how we'd decided to look for Damon to try to find Jessi. How they'd ended up in bed together. How Damon had given us the hint we need to track her down.

  "So he was there looking for you?"

  Kris nodded.

  Jessi laughed. "Fuck, I guess it's lucky you're a good lay. Otherwise..." she shuddered rather than continue.

  I shuddered as well at the realization that I now owed my life to my wife's bedroom skills and the hand-to-hand combat abilities of her latest lover.

  "How'd he do that?" I asked. "I've only seen shit like that in movies."

  "He's super strong," Jessi replied. "And he's worked as a bouncer. But yeah, that was unreal."

  "I'll say," Kris added, mirroring her sister's dreamy tone.

  "I can't believe you fucked my boyfriend," Jessi teased.

  "Ex-boyfriend," she replied. "You ditched him to go back to the guy who just tried to have us killed."

  I cleared my throat. "Um, you two can fight over him later. For now, we need to find a place to hide, and we probably need to ditch this car. I think we've been way too careless. We're lucky to be alive."

  _____

  We drove further out of town, out by Green Valley. They have skiing in the winter, some recreational lakes in the summer. Out of season, though, there would be plenty of motel rooms available and not much traffic.

  We got a small kitchenette suite and an adjoining room. We paid with cash from our dwindling supply. I worried doing so called attention to us, but I didn't want to risk using credit cards in case someone could track them.

  Once we settled in, we debated calling Damon. He'd saved us, but I was worried about how little we really knew about him. Jessi noted we could use someone with his skills on our side. I knew she meant his fighting abilities, but I couldn't help but think of his proficiency at fucking as well. I didn't voice my anxiety and we agreed to let him know where we were.

  _____

  Jessi and I went out to get some food and supplies. The advantage of Green Valley out of season was plenty of accommodations and few people. The disadvantage was that most of the local shops were seasonal and closed. We ended up driving quite a ways to get all we needed.

  Jessi opened up to me a little. I now knew enough of her life to be a sympathetic ear. DeMarcus' betrayal hit her hard. I told her she deserved better.

  She laughed. "Deserve?"

  During one lull of the conversation, I brought up the night at Amber's.

  "Did you guys drug me?"

  "It was Amber's idea."

  I wasn't sure I bought that. "Okay, but so, do I need to see a doctor?"

  "It was a clean needle. And if you're alive now..."

  "What was it?"

  "Propofol."

  "The shit that killed Michael Jackson?"

  She shrugged. "He was a junkie on like twenty meds. Anyway people use it to get high sometimes. It’s like X on steroids. Some girls keep some around to deal with a difficult trick. Hey baby, this'll make you feel good. Then you dump him."

  "Jesus."

  "Yeah, well, you do what you have to do."

  _____

  When we got back to the motel, there was a motorcycle parked out in front of our
rooms. I bristled. Jessi noticed.

  "Relax. That's Damon's ride."

  That didn't actually make things better. I knew what we'd find inside.

  Sure enough, as we walked through the door, we heard them in the other bedroom.

  "Let's give them some privacy," I said quietly.

  Jessi gave me a saucy grin. She took my hand and pulled me toward the doorway to the adjoining room. I'm not quite sure why I let her, but I guess at some level I was curious to see as well. We cracked the door open and peered in.

  Kris was on her hands and knees, Damon behind her. He was pounding into her hard, the sound of his thighs slapping her ass overshadowed only by her loud moans. He fondled her roughly, his large, strong hands mauling her breasts, squeezing her ass.

  Jessi looked at me, her face shining with excitement.

  "He's really fucking the shit out of her, isn't he?" she said.

  "Yup."

  "Does it turn you on?"

  "Nope."

  "Not even a little," she pressed.

  "I dunno."

  She suddenly dropped to her knees and began to fumble with my zipper.

  "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed, though I didn't make a move to stop her.

  She just rolled her eyes as if to say, isn’t it obvious?

  "I mean, why?"

  She continued to pull open my pants. She took out my cock, stroked it firmly in her cool, dry hand.

  "Watching them fuck is making me horny. And when I get horny, I like to have a cock in my mouth."

  She positioned me sideways so that we could both continue to watch and then with a practiced movement, she swallowed me whole.

  "Oh God," I moaned softly.

  "Oh God!" my wife cried out as Damon hammered his cock into her wet pussy.

  Jessi bobbed up and down on my cock like a woman possessed, trying to match Damon's frantic pace. She was taking me completely into her mouth on each stroke, her tongue swirling on my shaft, her hands massaging my balls.

  In the next room, Damon was also going balls deep on each thrust, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging his big, fat tool into Kris' shaved snatch. He was pulling on her breasts, stretching out her nipples. Kris was moaning louder and louder, slinging her hips back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own.

  "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried out in passion.

  She threw her head back and let out a low growl. Her body shook violently. Her arms gave out and she fell face down onto the bed, though she kept her ass up high to allow him to continue to slide his cock into her pussy. She smiled back at him over her shoulder, her hair matted to her forehead.

  "I love making you come," he said happily as he fucked her slowly.

  "Do it Damon," she encouraged. "Give it to me."

  He grinned and began banging her faster again. She squealed under his assault. He grabbed her by the upper arms, lifted her off the bed. She hung there in mid-air, her body at a forty-five degree angle, her big tits bouncing wildly as he rammed her again and again and again.

  "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she cried out.

  Kris' exclamations seemed to excite Jessi even more. She was moaning as she blew me. My cock was soaked, her saliva dripped down to my balls. I looked down and our eyes met. She was red-faced from exertion, her eyes wild.

  From next door I heard Damon growl lustily. "Oh yeah!"

  He was coming inside my wife, and as he did I exploded in her sister's mouth. Jessi didn't hesitate, didn't flinch. She swallowed every drop and then licked my cock clean, even as next door, Damon and Kris collapsed flat onto the bed as he slowly slid his prick into her battered pussy and kissed her wetly on the mouth.

  _____

  Jessi and I got ourselves together faster than Kris and Damon, so we were sitting on the sofa when Kris padded out of the bedroom naked looking for a glass of water.

  She startled as she saw us. Then looked back guiltily over her shoulder.

  "We know," Jessi said simply.

  Kris' shoulders drooped. She looked at me sadly.

  "Everything okay? I heard voices," Damon asked as he joined us. He was also naked, his fat dong dangling wetly between his legs.

  "Are you okay, Daniel?" Kris asked.

  "He's okay," Jessi answered for me, licking her fingers as she did.

  Kris went from anxious to puzzled to angry in a millisecond. "You didn't. You little—"

  Jessi cut her off. "Sis, you have come running down your leg."

  Kris blushed a deep red and then ducked back into the bedroom.

  Jessi turned to Damon. "And you, loverboy, as much as I love seeing your strong body and fat tool, maybe you should get dressed too."

  _____

  A few minutes later, we were all sitting stiffly around the breakfast table in the kitchenette. Jessi was the only one who seemed wholly at ease with the situation. At some level, I guess she liked the idea that we were all similarly debauched. She cracked open four beers, and placed one in front of each of us.

  "Well, folks," Jessi began, "the reason I called this meeting..."

  I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. In the end, laughter is the only appropriate response to absurdity. It took a moment, but Kris and Jessi joined in, and even Damon sported a silly grin.

  It was the first time I'd laughed—really laughed—in ten days.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  I looked over at Damon. Though he was grinning, I could tell he thought he'd landed in with a group of maniacs.

  "Damon, has Kris explained anything to you? Or..." Or have you just been fucking?

  "Who's Kris?"

  I sighed. "Okay, so first things first. I'm Daniel. That's Kris. She's my wife..."

  "Wife?" He turned toward Kris. "You told me you only wore those rings to keep away creeps."

  She shrugged. "I also told you my name was Tina."

  "Yeah, that too," he groused.

  "Let me explain," I continued. "This will all make sense. Or maybe it won't. But at least you'll know what is going on."

  He looked at me skeptically, but then nodded.

  "That is Jessi, though you might know her as Star. She's Kris' sister."

  "Oh Jesus," he moaned.

  Jessi laughed. "Oh come on, Damon. Don't tell me we're the first set of sisters you've had your way with."

  "Actually, it is. It's also the first time I've sat at a table with a man whose wife I just sex with."

  I plowed ahead. "Yeah, this is new for us too."

  I told the story as best I could, starting with Jessi's boyfriend getting arrested, her coming to live with us.

  Jessi took over.

  "So, Damon... you know I'm a dancer."

  He nodded.

  She blushed before continuing. "I'm, um, also a part-time hooker. Sometimes it has been more than part-time. But I was trying to get out of that life. And I was with DeMarcus and..."

  She paused and choked back a sob. Her cold and cynical facade didn't just crack, it crumbled.

  "Fuck it. Never mind. I'm a fucking whore and destroyed my sister's life."

  Kris put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "No. You're not and you didn't. It's okay. We all make mistakes."

  Jessi looked over at Damon and then continued. "I'm not proud of any of this."

  "Jessi, believe me," he replied, "there are a lot of things I'm not proud of either. But we learn and move on, right?"

  She nodded. "Okay. So, fuck, I thought that DeMac and I had something. Or maybe I just wanted it so badly. Wanted to be done with the lap dances and selling my ass. And then he got arrested. And at first, I thought he was gone. I tried to move on. Moved in with sis. Started looking into classes to get my GED. Even hooked with this hunky bartender."

  He blushed. It was actually very cute.

  "And then DeMac's brother got in touch. Said that DeMac missed me. Wanted to be with me forever."

  She summarized the scheme. The plan to get a new bail hearing after she filed a civil rights compla
int. Her agreeing to help raise money. She told him about Sal's call to set up a bachelor party for his son. Her plan to parlay her earnings by dealing some coke, and how she'd decided to rip him off when she saw how much he was sitting on.

  "I swear, I never thought they would go after Kris. Never occurred to me. But," she added honestly, "I'm not sure that would have stopped me anyway."

  Kris picked up the tale. She was forthright and blunt. And as she detailed her three days at Sal's, I could see Damon getting increasingly angry.

  I told about trying to pay off Sal. About how we'd burned through our savings and come up short. And then I related the story of tracking down Jessi the first time and then rescuing Kris.

  Damon gave me an impressed nod. "That's hardcore man."

  "Thanks," I replied. I was genuinely pleased at the compliment, even though it was weird feeling that moment of bonding with a man with whom my only real tie was that he'd had sex with my wife.

  Then I explained that after rescuing Kris, we had gone searching for Damon as our last link to Jessi.

  He looked at Kris. "So you slept with me to try to find your sister."

  She nodded. "I'm sorry I used you. But if it is any consolation, you're an amazing lover."

  Even though I knew already she felt that way, it was still painful to hear it. It didn't help that Jessi was also nodding eagerly in support.

  Jessi took over and told about the meeting with the judge, her trip to the bondsman's office. She glossed over the details, and I didn't fill in the gaps. It was up to her how much she wanted to share of that experience.

  Kris finished off the story by recounting our meeting with DeMac, including what she'd had to do to convince him to talk. And finally what happened in those last few minutes before Damon rescued us.

  He shook his head. "Jesus, that's crazy. It was just dumb luck that I pulled up right as those assholes pushed their way in. It took me a while to decide what to do. All I knew what that I'd hooked up with this crazy, hot broad. But I dunno, she," he looked over at Kris, "didn't seem like the typical, crazy chick just looking for a bang."