The Elusive Jillian Wilson (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Lynn Ray Lewis

  The evening went as planned, and Vince smiled at the beautiful picture spread before him. Jeanie was as bare as the day she came into the world with a few generous additions that only nature and a good cosmetic surgeon could give to her.

  Vince laughed as she crawled across the bed toward him and then turned her back to him and raised her ass into the air. “Do you like it?”

  There on the cheek of her ass was a pattern of tiny hand prints. There were little exclamation points surrounding each print, and the small image of a man with a woman draped over his knee with his hand raised halfway to her ass was situated in the middle of the tattoo. Vince roared with laughter and leaned down to give her shapely cheek a kiss. “This is perfect. I love it. Are you hinting that you have been a naughty girl? Or advertising that you are a very naughty girl?”

  Vince ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and slid two long fingers deep inside her welcoming, soaked pussy. “Yes, you are a very naughty girl. I can feel the way you are soaking my hand while your sweet little pussy sucks on my fingers.” Her hips began to push back on his fingers, and he added another one, widening her and listening to the way she breathed her demands. When her moaning and grinding became frantic, he took his fingers away, leaving her empty.

  Jeanie whimpered and circled her hips back in an effort to have him continue finger-fucking her needy cunt. The first smack on her ass made her hiss, and the next smack had her cry out loud. By the sixth her hips were quivering and her inner thighs were soaked with the slick juice dribbling from her pussy.

  Vince enjoyed the visual stimulation of a woman’s beautiful ass turning red from his spanking. Especially with a woman like Jeanie who made no secret of her need for a little stinging pain when she was fucked. When she started demanding that he fuck her, Vince tore open the condom packet and rolled the thin latex over his thick, hard cock.

  He teased her hole with short jabs and ran his fingers lightly up her spine.

  “Dammit, Vince, fuck me already. I really need you deep inside.” Jeanie looked back at him and pouted. “It’s been three long months, Vince. Fuck me like you missed me.”

  He teased her with those short jabs for a minute or so then slammed his hips forward, almost knocking her flat. If his hands hadn’t held tight to her hips, the way her tight pussy squeezed his cock would have brought him down with her. He began slowly, savoring the way her tunnel gloved him and compressed around his hardness. When he sped up, she began making low groaning noises. And when his cock was buried deep, getting ready to squirt his semen into the tip of the condom, he could feel her orgasm take her over the edge with him.

  Vince pulled out of her still-quivering body and placed a kiss on each cheek of her ass. “Thank you, beautiful.” Then he walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself before coming back to her still lying on the bed. He asked, “Can you stay the night?”

  Waking up with Jeanie in his arms was always a treat. Vince had a habit of sucking one breast or the other until he fell asleep, and last night had been no exception. The proof was the wet nipple that had fallen from his mouth and the small puddle of drool that leaked from his mouth while he slept with his cheek plastered to her breast. Her hand was lying on his head where she had clutched his hair, holding him to her breast before they fell asleep.

  Vince wanted to enjoy another round of sex but remembered that he was out of condoms. Last night’s marathon play had been needed by both of them and now playtime was over. His cock was hard, but even if Jeanie would suck him off without a condom he would not do the same for her and that was not fair. He made it a point to never give a woman oral sex if he was not in an exclusive relationship and all health certificates had been looked at and showed a clean bill of health for both parties.

  Jeanie had other lovers, notably the pretty Carol. One time Jeanie had brought Carol into the bedroom with them and that had been a memorable evening. Jeanie and Carol were roommates and each had lovers outside of their relationship. The whole set up was too much for Vince to keep track of. When he was in town and not otherwise engaged, he gave Jeanie a call to see if she was busy. He wasn’t exclusive with any one woman and hadn’t been for years now.

  Vince left the bed and took a long, hot shower. He tended to his greedy cock while the water poured over his back and slid down the crack of his ass, almost tickling his back door. That caused him to remember where Jeanie had placed her little fingers the night before, and he shot cum on the opposite wall. Jerking his hips and squeezing his cock harder until his shaft had ejected every drop of his cum. Before he left the shower, he pulled the handheld nozzle from its bracket and rinsed his semen down the drain.

  Jeanie was just finishing getting her dress on when he strolled out of the bathroom. She was on her knees trying to reach one of her shoes when Vince pulled his money clip from his pants pocket and removed a few hundred’s from the folding money. Then he dropped them into her purse that was on the dresser where she left it last night. As he went to close the purse, he noticed a small black button on the side of the clasp. Fuck.

  Vince pulled the purse closer and pushed his hand inside by the lining. Sure enough the little recording device was there. After ripping the lining to see what the device was, he thought about the betrayal that he never expected from her. The device was one that was self-contained. At least it wasn’t a wireless device sending the porno of their sexual escapades over the internet to someone’s computer somewhere. The camera was one that his company imported.

  When he turned around, Jeanie was dressed and standing perfectly still close to the door. Vince had the purse in one hand and held it out to her. “I guess I should say I am sorry for not paying you enough. You should have told me that the jewelry and money was low wages for your profession nowadays.” He politely held the door for her, and as she scuttled through it, he informed her that he had taken his cell number out of her phone. “Don’t try to call me, don’t try to see me again, and if I see or hear of any pictures or stories concerning the two of us, then you had better be able to afford a good lawyer.”

  Vince berated himself all the way back to his condo. He knew better than to trust anyone, no matter how close they were to him or how many times they met. Everyone wanted a piece of the Oliver fortune. They didn’t care that he had to work fifteen-hour days when he first took over the company just to keep the doors open. They didn’t care that he could count on one hand the people that he actually felt he could trust, and the fact that he would not need all of the fingers on that hand to count his friends was depressing.

  He told his driver to turn around and go to the office. Fuck this pity party. Indulging in a fit of Poor Vince felt good for about a minute, then it got shoved to the back of his mind. Work was always there. He could see his efforts pay off at any time, and as long as he kept his attention on his business, it would never betray him.

  Bea was surprised to see him walk in so early. On a normal day she would not see him until nine a.m. or later unless there was a business matter that needed his attention. Something wasn’t right, and she was concerned. “Morning, boss. I just started the coffee.” His quick nod was all the acknowledgment that she got. Okay, this was going to be one of those days when he was demanding and barely reasonable then.

  When Haney strolled in without an appointment, Bea put her finger to her lips and stood up to get closer to him. “Run, run fast, run far, save yourself.” She made shooing gestures with her hands. When he smiled at her, she felt the familiar tightening in her lower belly. The man was handsome, and she loved to look at him when he wasn’t aware of it. He always looked like he was going to court. Expensive suit, polished shoes, and thick, wavy hair peppered with silver-gray. The way his suit coat covered those wide shoulders had more to do with the body it covered than the skill of his tailor. Her head came to the top of his chin, so she estimated his height to be around six feet.

  He had the most amazing brown eyes, and his smile, his smile made her wish for things th
at would never happen. Haney flirted with her at every opportunity, but she knew better than to put too much stock in those moments. He would flirt with any female and get her to smile. Yes, Haney was popular with the ladies, and he liked to spread himself around. If she didn’t have responsibilities and maybe too much self-preservation, she would be very tempted to take him up on one of his numerous offers for lunch or dinner.

  Just before Bea got close enough for him to hug, Vince came to the office door and was already talking.

  “Bea, Haney is com—ah, I see you are already here. Come on in and tell me that you have found the blasted woman before I see her exclusive firsthand account of betrayal and death in the Oliver building on the tabloid TV shows.”

  Bea smiled at him and held up her hands in an “I tried to warn you” gesture as he walked past her. His grin in return was a sight that held her in thrall for a second before she followed his steps back to her desk and sat down as he went through Vince’s office door.

  Haney came into the room and shut the door behind him. “You can take the scowl off your face, man, I have news about our blonde friend, and I seriously don’t have reason to believe that she will be selling information to the tabloids or anyone else.”

  Haney sat at the small conference table and lifted his briefcase onto the shiny surface next to him. “Do you remember a week or so ago when Benjamin Darling’s kid was kidnapped and no ransom note had been found?” Haney shuffled through the files, checking the contents before pulling two out of the pile in the case and tossing them on the table, then shut the case and put it next to him on the floor. “The kid is three years old, and his name is Eli.

  “Two days ago there was a tornado on the Tennessee border, and it wiped out pretty much the whole town. There was a hotel just off the highway, and it was destroyed in the tornado. In yesterday’s paper was a story about a kidnapped boy found in the aftermath of the storm. Eli Darling was handed to a police officer that was gathering stranded citizens, and because the cruiser was full, a blonde-haired woman handed the kid over to the cop.

  “She told the cop that she found the child next to a man that she was pretty sure was dead in the hotel lobby when the storm hit just before the tornado blew the place to smithereens. She said that she didn’t have time to try to do CPR on the man because the windows of the hotel lobby were already blown in and she thought some flying object must have hit the guy in the head.

  “It seems that she pulled the little guy in the stairwell and they sang and played games together while they waited for help to show up. Eli told his parents about the pretty woman that was so nice. Her name was Jill. He said Jill took him to her van and told him it was a magic van because nothing destroyed it and she gave him a candy bar and some water. Benjamin told us that he wanted to find the woman that saved his son and thank her. He wants to give her a reward for his safe return.”

  Haney thought nothing could surprise Vince Oliver, but from the look on his face, there were still some things that could. “I am positive it is the same woman. Eli is a smart kid, and Benjamin told me that Eli’s new favorite color is dark green like Jill’s magic van.”

  According to the article that Vince was now reading, the Good Samaritan had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. The article quoted Benjamin Darling. “We would like the lady that saved our son at the possible expense of her own safety to come forward so we can thank her personally. She had no idea who he was or where he came from, and we are grateful.” Vince set the paper down, frowning.

  “Now, we know that when she left she had to be going west. The highway was blocked north and east. She could have veered south at some point further down the highway but at least we know that she didn’t stick around to sell her story to anyone here.” Haney folded his hands and sat back in the comfortable chair waiting for Vince to say something.

  Chapter 6

  “All right, if she is traveling still in her old van, then she hasn’t sold anything. I still want to know what she is up to just in case, but I have something else for you to take care of for me.”

  Haney had the nerve to laugh as he heard about the beauteous and talented Jeanie and her covert recording of Vince Oliver in all his naked and spanking glory.

  Vince tossed the recorder on the table and ended up laughing with Haney. Not as hard as the lawyer that never laughed like this in his presence before, but he had to take the butt end of this joke. “Yeah, yeah, I know how naive that sounds.

  “She knows that I never take women to my home, but last night she kept asking me why we couldn’t just go to my place instead of the guest house here in the city. She has nothing to gain if she is doing this on her own. Somehow I doubt she planned this alone. Someone was paying her besides the bracelet I bought for her last night and the money I always drop in her purse after a satisfying night.”

  Haney watched Vince stand up from his chair and begin to stalk around the room. “I want you to put the bloodhounds on this one. Haney, I want to know just what the woman had to do for who and why. I am so fucking sick of people around me that I should be able to trust trying to take little bites out of my ass.”

  Nodding to Vince, Haney stood up and took his briefcase with him. “I’ll let you know what we find out.”

  Haney left the room and almost ran into a body hovering near the door. When he looked over to the body, it was a youngish-looking man with a round face and big smile. When he made eye contact with the younger man, Haney was pretty sure this had to be Dustin. He was wearing a bright-red pullover and jeans.

  “Oh, hello there, you must be Dustin.” Haney stuck out his hand to shake the shorter man’s hand, and he watched the way Dustin lost his smile and considered him for a minute before he took the offered hand and began to pump Haney’s up and down in rapid movements. The smile was back.

  Haney pulled his hand back and grinned at Bea’s boy. “I am Haney, a friend of your mom’s and of Vince’s. I have heard a lot of good things about you, Dustin. Vince tells me that you beat him playing Halo. That isn’t easy.”

  When Haney asked Dustin where his mom was, Dustin looked around and leaned toward him. “She had to go pee.” Then he laughed, and Haney laughed with him.

  By the time Bea returned, Haney had his suit coat off and his silver-gray shirt sleeves rolled up, and Dustin was beating him at a noisy game of tic-tac-toe. They were sitting on the floor at the waiting area using the coffee table as a hard surface to play the game on.

  Haney looked up and saw Bea standing in the middle of her office watching the two of them play. He leaned over to Dustin and told him “mom is back,” and Dustin waved but decided to stay where he was when Haney offered him a hand up.

  When Haney drew near her, he saw the telltale signs of a woman that had been crying. Her eyes were red, and the mascara that she had not been able to wash off under her eyes was smudged. She opened her mouth, and Haney anticipated her apology by saying, “If you dare apologize for him being here to meet me, I swear I will take you over my knee and paddle your ass.” He grabbed his jacket off the back of her office chair and left the room.

  * * * *

  The woman, Brenda, had ranted and raved at Jillian for hours after Dillon had snatched her from the rest area outside of St. Louis. She thought he was going to kill her. She had left her van in the almost deserted parking lot to use the bathroom and stretch her legs. The next thing she knew someone grabbed her from behind and she felt the electric zapping through her neck from the Taser he held to the vulnerable skin just under her right ear.

  She now knew that Brenda knew her friend Kelly somehow, and since Jillian had just talked to Kelly the day before, telling her that she was a few miles from St. Louis, it was not hard to figure out how they had found her.

  Before he left the rest area, Dillon had started a fire inside of her van. He laughed at her when she begged him not to do it, telling her that she was not going to need it again.

  Why they needed her alive and had not killed her worried Jillian.
It was obvious that her abductors were stark raving nuts and the knowledge scared her.

  She learned all about Brenda and her son, Vinny. She learned about why Brenda hated Vince Oliver, and she learned that Brenda and Dillon could not wait for more than a few hours before they found a place to pull over and fuck like horny rabbits.

  They thoroughly disgusted Jillian, and she tried to pretend to be asleep while Dillon fucked Brenda on the hood of the car in a large old cemetery. Behind the Burger Palace, in the area where truckers parked, and the eye-blinding fuck in that Catholic church parking lot, to name a few of the places that they indulged in sex. Dillon seemed to like it when Brenda yelled, “It hurts, you are so big,” and other ego-boosting praise Brenda heaped on him.

  They slept in the limo with Jillian dumped into the trunk of the limo. It was pitch black inside the trunk and Jillian knew the area was spacious enough to stretch out in if her limbs were not hog-tied like they were. At least they had allowed her to use the cover of a bush on the side of the road to take care of her bodily needs while Brenda kept the Taser pressed to her neck to keep her from running.

  Dillon enjoyed the terror in her eyes as he re-tied her. He kept taunting her with Brenda egging him on.

  Brenda quit laughing when he pinched Jillian’s nipple. She slugged him in the arm and screeched at him to “leave the whore alone.”

  When they kept her tied up and tossed her into the back of the limo, Jillian did not know what to think until she saw a man shoved into the door with the help of a Taser and a push.

  * * * *

  Vince had to travel to Chicago and then to Detroit to deal with a few of his Canadian imports warehouses. While he was in Detroit, he decided to rent a car and spent half of a day driving back to Chicago. The downtime gave him a few hours to think and plan out the week ahead. Maybe he needed a real vacation.