Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
72
Stopping Traffic
IT WAS ABOUT MIDNIGHT that night in Biloxi, when I saw what looked like a signal pass between a couple of tables. The men at both tables stood and headed for the door.
“Don’t leave now, boys,” the DJ announced as some others started to rise as well. “It’s shift change and to start things off we have fresh talent on the main stage. This is Darnelle!” A blonde stepped onto the stage and began dancing energetically as a few of the men sat back down. I’d seen what I needed to, though. The coincidence of the table I was watching leaving right at the shift change got me moving.
Outside, I didn’t see the men. I stepped around a corner into the shadow and released the ninja priestesses. I couldn’t imagine the guys trying to snatch the entire shift of over a dozen dancers, but I could well imagine they’d try for one or two. The priestesses disappeared into the night in all directions. I just watched. It wasn’t long. I saw the girls start to leave through the stage door. A bouncer accompanied them to see that they’d all make it safely to their cars. Then two shots rang out and the bouncer fell. Instead of running back inside like they should have, the girls all knelt around the bouncer and I saw a dark van move toward them. One of the girls finally ran inside, presumably to call an ambulance and police. One backed away and turned to run to her car. That was when the van moved, cutting the dancer off from the others. The door on the far side of the van opened and the dancer was grabbed. The girls around the bouncer didn’t even notice. The van pulled out of the lot and the tires squealed. Then it came to a sudden stop.
I didn’t need to look inside the van to see what happened. I saw the door open and three of my priestesses leave the van with the kidnapped dancer and lead her quickly and quietly to me. Of course, it was Noel.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“What was all that? Where did these black knights come from? That van… it’s a bloody mess. I think I have blood on me. Was this your doing, Bob?”
“These are my… warriors. We knew something was going down tonight, but I didn’t know when and where it would happen. I’m guessing you were specifically targeted and your car may have been tampered with as well.”
“I headed toward it because the lights came on. I thought I’d pressed the key,” she said.
“Here’s the question, Noel. Do you want to stay here and keep doing what you’re doing? Do you have people you can go to? If you stay, you’ll be asked a lot of questions by the police. That’s fine, but they won’t believe anything you say about us.”
“You’re like a secret service,” she breathed.
“Very secret,” I said.
“What alternative do I have? I was teasing guys intensely all night. You know that. None quite as intensely as you, though.”
“That’s your job. All the girls were teasing guys. But that’s not an invitation to kidnap them.”
“My boyfriend,” she said angrily. “He has my other set of keys.”
“What?”
“I’ve been watching for him all night. He said he had a surprise for me. He sold me!”
“That’s likely. We’ll need to investigate.”
“God, what can I do?”
“You can go with my warriors if you want to. You can just lie low for a few days while we try to sort things out here and see if your boyfriend was involved. If you want to go, we’ll have to leave now.”
“And then I can come back?”
“Yes. Just remember that whatever you see when you’re with us, you won’t be able to talk about. I mean, you could, but no one would believe you.”
“I’ll go with you,” she said.
I opened a gateway and the priestesses came running from every direction to dive through as the ambulance and police cars came skidding into the lot. I slipped away into the shadows.
“I think your house is haunted,” Roxie said when she and Annie brought me cocoa and rejoined me by the fire back in Iowa. The memory of Noel was still fresh in my mind thirty-some years later.
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“I distinctly felt something brush against me and thought I heard a step when I was putting away the sugar. Of course, when I turned to look, there was nothing there,” she said.
I glanced toward the kitchen and saw a camerawoman raise her hand and shake her head.
“Annie, are you playing tricks on our guest?” I asked lightheartedly.
“Oops! You caught me,” Annie said.
“No way. Annie was on the other side of the table from me. She couldn’t have touched me unless she had a rubber arm and that would bring up worse speculation than the house being haunted!” Roxie laughed.
“So, you speculate the house is haunted. I promise you that no one has died here that I know of,” I said. “We could do some checking to see if there are other hauntings reported in this area.”
“I might do that,” she said. She yawned. “Wow! I’m really beat. If you don’t mind, where can I sleep?”
I think she expected us to say ‘with us.’ She seemed a little disappointed when Annie said she’d show her the guest room. I breathed a sigh of relief and motioned the camerawoman to the bedroom. There, I opened a gateway and let her back into Areola. Annie shook her head.
“She is suspicious of you at the moment. I need to stay here for the night. I can go home tomorrow,” Annie said.
“One of the camerawomen got trapped in a corner and brushed against her escaping. We’re lucky she didn’t get a glimpse of her.”
“Yes. But Roxie is a sharp cookie. It’s like she always expects something to be going on.”
“It comes in her line of work. She has to be hyperaware of where customers’ hands are, who is coming up beside her, and where she is all the time.”
“You sound like you know a lot about strippers,” Annie laughed as she stripped off the last of her clothes and posed before me. I thoroughly enjoyed the sight and picked her up to carry to bed.
“I’ve met one or two.”
Back when we were cleaning up the mess in Biloxi, I was having some difficulties getting information and following up the incident at the Pussy Cat Club. It seemed the handgun used to shoot the bouncer had been held by a low-ranking army officer who was driving the van. Sometimes, I wished the priestesses were not quite so thorough in eliminating threats.
But there had been only three other men in the van that snatched Noel. I’d counted six leaving the club together. That meant at least two and possibly more were at large. Plus the boyfriend.
And we had no information regarding where they were taking her. It could have been to a private party where they’d rape and murder her. It could have been to a transport vehicle that would get her out of the country. There were so many unanswered questions.
And the Army base recalled all soldiers and locked down when the police told them of the bloody body of the officer.
Acting on the information given to me by Noel, I tracked down the apartment of the boyfriend and found it cleaned out. He was missing. It seemed like he’d left long before the caper at the club went down. I was in Biloxi for a month before we finally cleaned out a nest of traffickers who were mostly taking women out of the country and into South America for the entertainment of the dictator of a Banana Republic. They were being paid well, but none of them lived to enjoy their spending. The story released said that revolutionaries had killed the dictator and burned his house. A dozen henchmen involved in the trafficking ring had been in the burning house. The women were all returned to their homes or found a place to stay in Areola. Many had been originally trafficked by family members and chose not to go back.
But Noel was one of the ones who did choose to return to her life in the natural world. She asked to be dropped off in Southern California where she had contacts for a job and could set up as if she’d always been there. I agreed, of course. I wasn’t enslaving anyone, but I was a bit disappointed by her choice.
“I’d like to dance for you again before you leave, Bob,” she said.
She’d seemed quite comfortable with the nudity in our household and was often lying out by the pool in nothing. I’d made no inappropriate advances toward her because I didn’t bring her to Areola to fuck. And she quickly saw that I had no lack of beautiful women to sleep with. We did, of course, meet and talk frequently as I pulled together the remaining parts of the operation in Mississippi and South America. It appeared that she was just one of many slated to make the trip south. She was gratified when I told her the boyfriend had unfortunately been in the dictator’s house when it burned.
She asked me to visit her at the club she was headed to, which I did. It was a similar setup to the Pussy Cat Club but a little more upscale. She danced on the stage, getting delightfully nude.
“Did you see my new moves, Bob?” she asked. “One of the girls is a real pro on the pole. She’s teaching classes. It’s all about how you leverage and counter the forces that let you get into positions that don’t seem possible.”
“It was very impressive. I should have had you give lessons to some of my women while you were visiting.”
“Oh, I did. Now, let’s have a dance.”
The price at this club was thirty-five dollars, paid to a fellow checking names and ID before we were allowed into the more discreet area. It was not quite as exposed as the main floor, but Noel was all over me in our three-song set. Panties stayed on up here, but the rules on touching seemed to be more about what the girl would allow than what the club rules stated. Noel allowed me ample opportunity to play with her breasts.
“You’re hard and I’m wet,” she whispered in my ear as she stroked my cock through my slacks. “Let’s get a VIP room for half an hour.” I agreed.
Half an hour in a VIP room was $300, paid to the concierge. Noel had come to the desk with her top still in her hand. I paid the fee and the concierge gave me a card giving me admission with no cover for the next time I was in town. Noel took my hand and led me to the room the concierge said was hers for half an hour.
This room held a sofa and an end table with a very low light on it. It was blocked off from the hall by a very heavy curtain that we pushed aside to enter and then Noel straightened to be sure we were not visible. Amazingly, the room and drape also blocked out nearly all the sound from outside the room. Soft music was piped into it.
“The rules are different in California, Bob. Just relax and let’s have fun.”
The fun began with Noel undressing me and spreading a towel on the sofa to sit on. In a few seconds, she was as naked as I was and began her dance. The light was so low it was difficult to really see her lovely body, but she made sure the experience was far more tactile. She did many of the same moves from when she’d danced in the lap dance area, but they were very different when there was no clothing between us. Her wet pussy slid up my engorged cock and then she continued to stand straddling me until she could push her pussy right at my mouth. I knew what to do with this and held her by the butt cheeks as she nearly collapsed from my tonguing of her clit and g-spot.
When she’d recovered a moment, she moved down, catching the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and then slowly impaling herself on it. When she was fully seated, we began kissing as she slowly slid up and down my cock. We made love in that position for several minutes when she whispered, “Time’s about up. I’m ready if you are.”
With that, she sped up and I recognized the clenching of her pussy on my cock for the orgasm it prefaced and let go of my load, spraying into her well-prepared chamber.
“Noel, your thirty minutes is up,” a voice said over the speaker system. She quickly dismounted and handed me my clothes as she threw hers on. Before the voice announced again we were in some semblance of order and left the room.
“Wait for me before you take off. I’d like to cuddle a little before we say goodbye.”
I found a quiet spot in the club and settled in. About twenty minutes later, Noel came out in another outfit and settled close to me on the bench seat.
“I wanted to thank you, Bob, for doing what we’ve been unable to accomplish.”
“What? Saving you from those traffickers was no problem. I’d have done it for absolutely any one of the girls.”
“I know. Just um… look at this,” she said. She opened her purse enough for me to look in and see the shield she displayed. “I’m a special agent with the sex trafficking task force of the FBI,” she said. “Don’t panic. I just accepted three hundred dollars to have sex with you and I still have your semen in my pussy. I can’t do anything to bring you up on any charges or to arrest you for anything.”
“I have to say, that’s a bit of a shock.”
“When you found me in Biloxi, I’d been under cover for three months, attempting to track down where women were being trafficked to. I saw the opportunity closing in when Jack was shot at the club. He’s fine, by the way. Another agent, and he was wearing protection. I put myself in a position away from the other girls and just like I planned, they pulled up and grabbed me. Then all hell broke loose and ninjas appeared out of thin air. It was all over before I even had an opportunity to react. Then your offer came and I thought perhaps you were part of a rival operation.”
“I’d been following the trail of a missing woman in Chicago,” I said. “I don’t let go of one of my own unless she asks to leave.”
“Like me. So, our investigations crossed paths. Your ninjas did such a thorough job in the van that I thought the best course for me was to become your hostage. Guest. I have never been treated so well anywhere in my life. Thank you and please express my thanks to your wives and concubines. I wish… really wish… I could just stay with you. But I’m needed out here and when you showed me the devastation in South America and I met the women you rescued, I asked you to drop me here where I had an established cover and contacts.”
“Noel, about Areola, you can’t ever…”
“Bob, no one will ever know from me about your secret palace. I couldn’t direct them to it if I told anyone. I have absolutely no ill will to you or your people. If I did, we wouldn’t have made love. I’d have just killed you.”
“That would have made me very uncomfortable,” I said, breathing deeply.
“Yeah. Well, I’m heading back to the Bureau tomorrow to see where the next trail leads. Maybe we’ll cross paths again someday. If we do, I might be ready to retire.”
Noel gave me a light kiss on my cheek and disappeared back into the dressing room. I left.
I was in the kitchen drinking coffee and looking at various news and weather reports when Roxie came into the kitchen, dressed in one of my oversized T-shirts and, I presumed, panties. Annie had equipped her with whatever she needed for the night and this seemed to be her choice of nightwear.
She stumbled to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup.
“Up early. I suppose you’re eager to get out of here.”
“Oh, not so much,” she said. The T-shirt she’d chosen was a vee-neck and way too large for her slight frame. It fell off one shoulder, hung up on the rise of her breast. It was apparent by both the bare shoulder and the obvious nipple outline beneath the fabric that she was braless.
“It’s still raining. We can call Bill and ask him to get your tire fixed as soon as he can. You probably picked up a nail or something,” I suggested.
“I left my keys with the clerk so he can pull it in where it’s dry to work on it,” she said. She lightly touched my head as she walked behind me to get to the refrigerator. Then again as she went to a seat at the table. “I called Joan and she said to wait until it was safe to travel. The cat can be on her own for a day without a problem.”
That was news to me. I knew we didn’t have a cell signal out here. I’d talked to Doug on the landline. I tried not to respond to her declaration.
“That’s good,” I said. “This weather isn’t projected to let up until eight tonight. They’re calling it the drought-breaker. Problem is, of course, that the ground is so dry they’re afraid there will be more run-off than soaks into the ground.”
“It seems like every four or five years, we get ‘the storm of the century’ out here in middle America. Sometimes it’s snow; sometimes it’s rain; sometimes it’s wind. Doesn’t make a difference. Four or five years later we get the storm of the century again.”
“Well, you’re welcome to just hang out here for the day. I don’t think we have anything particular planned.”
“I hope to get to know you better,” she said, reaching out to put her hand on mine. “Much better.”
Now that was a difference from her response to me the night before. She seemed afraid to be in the same house with me then. I recognized the touch. It was the same way that a stripper touches a guy when she’s trying to get him interested in talking, buying a drink, or having a dance.
“Hey! Are you putting the make on my boyfriend?” Annie said, coming into the room and seeing Roxie’s hand on mine.
“Not exclusively,” Roxie said. “I wouldn’t mind sharing with you a little, though.”
“Uh… Where does all this sudden interest come from, Roxie? Last night you could hardly stand to be in the same room with me,” I said.
“Too sudden? Damn! I was afraid of that. I’ve always been lousy at the transitions. It’s either shy damsel in distress or wanton seductress. I never manage anything in between.” She sat staring at her coffee. Annie gave me a curious glance and then shrugged and got her own coffee.
“You just surprised us,” I said.
“Does that mean I’m out of the running?”
“What?” Annie and I said at the same time.
“I should have known it was too good to be true. Stranded on a stormy night and who should come along, but The Bob and one of his harem? I was so afraid that I’d blown it by being too reserved last night that I overdid it this morning.”
“What makes you think I’m The Bob?” I laughed.
“Oh, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. When you work in the business like I do, you learn to read people pretty well. I knew you weren’t just who you said you were when that John at the convenience store was talking to you. It’s one thing to treat a customer courteously. It’s another when the customer is your boss.”
“That’s pretty amazing,” Annie said. “Do tell us more. Bob, you could have a good time with Roxie and then tell her she didn’t meet the qualifications.”
“I don’t think so. Did you hear what The Bob said about hunting down fakers? Not going to happen here.”
“You two are so good. I’m pretty sensitive to things. Even when you stopped to change the tire, I had the feeling we were being watched. Then when you pointed her out, I figured it was just Annie who was watching, but the feeling persisted. In the C-store, I thought it was just the security cameras until I saw how John looked at the two of you. He doesn’t have much experience, does he? Nice guy, but I could see he owed some kind of intense loyalty to Bob. When we got to the house here, there was the ghost touch. I’d heard about your stealth technology. I didn’t turn fast enough to see her, though. When I said I talked to Joan this morning, you didn’t miss a beat, even though you know very well there’s no cell signal out here. I bet that’s only in the house and two steps outside there would be a good signal. Plus, there’s this.” She held up her phone and showed me a picture of bare feet.
“Whose feet?” I asked.
“You tell me. She was in the hall when I came out of my room. I had my phone in my hand to see if I could get a signal, but then I thought I’d just take a picture of the place. As soon as I switched on the camera, I saw the feet. I didn’t raise it up to see any more of her. I could tell, though that she was moving backward to keep me in focus. I remember signing the document that said all my interactions with The Bob would be recorded candidly.” She sat there looking at us and smiled. “Well, how’d I do?”
That was a good question. Roleplaying for the purpose of seeing who a person is might be okay, but I really don’t like outright lying. I could probably convince her I wasn’t me, but eventually she’d find out I was me and be very upset that I lied to her when directly confronted. I guess I needed to come clean.
I leaned over to kiss Annie, then opened a gateway. She blew a kiss at Roxie and stepped through to disappear.
“Well, that nailed that,” Roxie breathed.
“Mmmhmm. I guess we should just formalize the interview now. Hi. I’m Bob.”
Her response was not quite what I expected. She whipped the T-shirt off and stood in front of me in all her naked glory.
“Uh… Not that I mind your naked body, but it’s not required at this stage,” I said.
“After all this, if I don’t at least get to fuck The Bob, I’m going to be broken-hearted,” she answered. She circled the table and seated herself in my lap. “Now, what kind of questions do you have for me?”
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