Obsession

by Dee Dawning

  "I'll do what I can. What's his name?"

  "He goes by Drew Stevens. That's D as in Delta, R as in Romeo, E as in Echo, W as in Whiskey. Last name, S as in Sierra, T as in Tango, E as in Echo, V as in Victor, E as in Echo, N as in November and S as in Sexy Ginger."

  Ginger giggled. "If you think I'm sexy, how come you never ask me out?"

  "Baby, you know the rules. No departmental romances. We have to get our lovin' from civies." Looking over at Paige who was scrutinizing him, he added, "Besides, I'm involved. Anyway, our guy apparently has a P.I. license and an executive office in North Hollywood. Can you get me that info?"

  "It'll take a few minutes. Give me your cell phone number."

  Ritchie recited his cell phone number and flipped the cover of his cell phone closed.

  "A fan?" smirking, Paige asked.

  "You know how it is with us Brad Pitt lookalikes," he replied smartly. His cell phone rang and he flipped open the cover. "Boy that was fast, baby. What do you have for me?"

  "Carboni?"

  Ritchie was embarrassed. "Sorry, Goodwin. I was expecting a call from Ginger."

  "Baby? She must weigh over two hundred pounds?"

  Ritchie was now embarrassed for calling Ginger, baby. "Well, my dark side likes a little heft."

  "Really? I always thought you were a lean and mean man."

  Carboni wanted to drop the subject. "Hell, I like 'em all. What did you call me for?"

  "I thought you'd like to know where we are and what we're driving."

  "Yeah, go ahead."

  "We're passing through San Bernardino right now. We're in a green Echo. Do you know what that is?"

  "Some kind of small Ford, isn't it?"

  "Toyota. Where are you?"

  "We're on our way up El Cajon pass."

  "Looks like we're about thirty minutes behind you."

  "I hope that little put-put can make up the difference. We're hanging around eighty."

  "It's not that bad, really. I'll push it to ninety, but if I get stopped, you're paying the ticket."

  "Just show them your badge and tell them its business. Have them call me if need be."

  "What is Stevens driving?"

  "Don't know. That's what Ginger is checking for me. Oops, speaking of Ginger, her call is coming in. Got to go."

  "Call me back when you can." Goodwin said.

  He switched calls. "Carboni here."

  "If you weren't involved. You would owe me dinner for this."

  "Will you settle for a dozen roses or a box of See's?"

  "Flowers would be nice. Keep the candy; I'm on a chronic diet. I hope you're sitting down, because what I have even astounded me."

  "What do you have?"

  "Your boy's full name is Drew Abdul Khalid Stevens. AKA Khalid Hassan, AKA Khalid Stevens. AKA Khalid Drew Stevens. He has two registered vehicles. A 2010 black Porsche 911 GT3, California vanity license PRVTEYE and a yellow 2012 Nissan Xterra, license SGY 665. Now, here's the good part. Are you still sitting?"

  "Yes Ginger, I have trouble driving while standing. Hit me with the good stuff."

  "I will, but I'm saving the best for last. As you suspected, Stevens does have a California P. I. license, active and in good standing. He lives at 7213 Quinton Drive in Los Feliz. His mother is one Magda Hassan, AKA, the Sultaness of Oman. Pretty good, huh?"

  "Yeah, you're doing just great, Ginger. Do you have any more?"

  "Keep sitting, you're going to need it. Magda's older brother is one Ali Abdula Saud, a member of the Saudi Royal family, wealthy beyond measure and reputed to be tenth in line for the Saudi crown. He doesn't live in Saudi Arabia though—hasn't for twelve years. He lives in Las Vegas. He owns the Babylon Hotel."

  "Holy shit!" Carboni swerved off the road on to the shoulder. "Let me get this straight. The guy we're chasing is the nephew of the guy that owns the Babylon Hotel?"

  "That's right. I see I finally got your attention. Now, for the good stuff."

  Chapter Thirteen

  After his call to Carboni, Goodwin slipped into the backseat. Kelsey was naked except for her short mini skirt. She pulled that off and asked John to lie down. It was difficult in the tight confines, but he managed. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants. She started to drag his pants off, but he took over, raising his butt and pushing them down to his shoes. After kicking off his loafers, he pushed the pants off. Though he was only half-hard Kelsey's experienced hands got him rigid in seconds. She leaned down and kissed him. Then sitting back up, she straddled him, impaling herself upon her handiwork. With his cock buried deep in her juicy channel, she moved more forward and backward than in and out.

  "Tied up, naked and blindfolded inside my bedroom, Bernie, that was his name, did something he never did. He went down on me. No one had ever done that. Shelly almost did, but—"

  "Shelly? Wait who’s Shelly?"

  Kelsey's back and forth pace increased. "She was a friend. I'll get to her, but let me finish while I have the nerve. Bernie ate my pussy and it felt good. I loved it. Then, all of a sudden a voice, not Bernie’s, boomed out. 'That’s it Brian, climb in the bitches cunny!'" Kelsey whimpered, "Brian was Bernie’s best friend."

  "Then another voice said, 'Yeah, Brian clean that honey pot out for me so I can make a fresh deposit of honey,' bringing several laughs. Panicked, I jerked and bounced. I thrashed back and forth so hard that Brian had to give up. I even jerked my right arm and leg loose from their bindings. 'Thanks a lot,' he said, 'now, each of you grab an arm or leg so I can fuck the shit out of the slut.'"

  Kelsey stopped moving for a second, then continued her movement and story, "'Okay, but I get seconds.' said a third unrecognizable voice, as he grabbed my arm, pulled off my blindfold and said, ‘We ought to let the bitch see who's fucking her.'

  "'No!' a fourth said, 'She’ll be able to identify us.'" Kelsey’s tears fell to Goodwin's chest as she paused again. Then after a shiver, and another pause, slowly she began to move again.

  "Then my step brother, Bernie, said, ‘No sweat, It’s her word against the seven of us and nobody believes her anyway. Just make sure you wear your raincoats. We don’t want to leave any jism behind to identify us.’ For a few seconds the light blinded me. Then I saw six scrawny blemished faced teenagers with burgeoning libidos, Bernie with a video camera and I felt Brian’s filthy dick enter me."

  "Oww. What’re you doing?"

  John enjoyed the screwing, but not the story. He was so pissed that he squeezed Kelsey’s tits hard enough he left red marks. He also left bruises on her buttocks. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Where is this Bernie? I want to beat the crap out of him. Really I do!"

  “I told you not to worry about it. Someone already has."

  Goodwin stared at her questioningly. "Spider?"

  "Maybe. Now let me finish. The whole ordeal didn’t last long. Bernie jacked off and didn’t even get to me. One of the guys tried to stick his dick in my mouth and I snapped at it. They decided that was a bad idea so they just concentrated on fucking me. The two that weren’t holding me had their hands all over me and Bernie got some real close-ups of everyone’s dick going in and out of me and my face after a couple of the shit-heads came on me. I have no idea why that thrills men so much, but three of the six did it. It must something about degrading women.

  "Afterwards, Bernie took some close-ups of my breasts and pussy. I think the whole thing was over in maybe twenty minutes." Kelsey took a deep breath. "After they let go of me I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I took a shower and a bath, and repeated it. I was ashamed and appalled."

  "Why should you be ashamed? You did nothing wrong. You were set up and raped."

  But Kelsey was too preoccupied to listen. Kelsey seemed charged with energy. Trembling and moving erratically, her loud exuberant scream burst free. “Yes! Oh, yes!” She sobbed, as the waves of her climax seemed to batter her senses. Her inner muscles rippled the length of his cock sucking at him and tightening around him and the un
believably tight encasement of his cock buried in her delectable little cunt. She rocked violently, moving erratically. Pinching his shoulders and shivering violently, she erupted into a nugget of screaming pleasure. "Ahhhheee."

  Goodwin's ever louder groans and erratic movement, must have alerted Kelsey to his pre-climatic condition. She reached behind around her buttocks and squeezed his balls tight. This brought the orgasm to the forefront and within seconds a curtain of bliss descended upon him and he gushed an eruption of creamy white semen into Kelsey’s sweet, sexy snatch.

  When the effects of their climaxes wore off, Kelsey leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder. "Shelly was my friend who lived next door. She was a lesbian, but I didn’t care. After I came out of the bathroom, I threw on a robe and headed there.

  "Shelly knew about my step-brother and step-father and believed me. I was a basket case when I got there and she took me into her arms and held me. After I'd calmed down, she made a pot of coffee and handed a cup and saucer to me. I grabbed for it, but I was so upset I dropped it on her. She ran into her bathroom. I followed her to apologize. She had taken her clothes off. Standing at the sink, she had just finished washing herself off. She pulled up fresh panties but paused as I began to cry again." Kelsey felt his arms wrap tightly around her as he kissed the top of her head.

  "With her arm around my shoulder, she guided me to her bed. As we sat down my weeping increased. As I leaned in toward Shelly, my head rested against her breast. Her hand stroked my hair and comforted me."

  She felt John stroke her hair. “When I calmed down again, I asked her if she found me attractive. She said very much so. I asked her if she would like to make love to me. She said she would, but she knew I was upset and wouldn’t take advantage of me."

  Kelsey's hand rested on John’s chest. She curled her fingers into a fist and accidentally squeezed until she heard him cry out. “Oww!”

  "Sorry."

  Goodwin shook his head. "It’s all right. What happened next?"

  "Nothing. She continued to hold me and comfort me." Kelsey went on as the tears ran down his neck and across his ribs. “I can still remember it. She was so tender. It was the first time I can remember feeling loved.” Kelsey began weeping uncontrollably.

  John ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the tears away. When she calmed again she continued. “I’m sorry. I have difficulty talking about this."

  "I can see why."

  "I never went home. Shelly arranged to send me to a small town north of Phoenix, where she got me a job for me in a local bar. She bought me clothes, gave me money, supplied me with false ID and bought my ticket to Phoenix. This morning I was attracted to Paige."

  That surprised Goodwin. "Paige?"

  "Maybe."

  "As much as you are to me?"

  "Yes, but with a man I feel desired, possessed, lusted after."

  "I can understand that you needed to be comforted after what your stepbrother did, maybe even wanting to make love with your friend, but why would you feel ashamed about what happened to you?" He coaxed her to lay her head on his chest and stroked her hair again to calm her.

  "I was very bad."

  "No, you were a victim."

  She whimpered. "Before what happened, I had a huge crush on my stepbrother's friend, Brian." Kelsey sobbed again. "As he fucked me, I came."

  "That doesn't mean you liked being gangraped."

  "Doesn't it? Then why do I come when I think about that day like I just did?"

  Goodwin stroked her hair a few moments more. "I don't know. Maybe you were mixed up from being repeatedly raped by your stepfather and brother. You were a victim. You didn't cause any of it and you certainly didn't enjoy it or you wouldn't have run away. Baby, I'm here for as long as your need or want me."

  Kelsey straightened. She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes. "You're right. We better get going. My friend and your partner are expecting us."

  "Are you okay?"

  "Yes. Thanks to you."

  ~* *~

  Mallory and her companions made their way down one flight of stairs, before taking the elevator to the mezzanine, which was a short walk to level two of the parking garage.

  A dumpy security guard gave them a passing glance when they exited the elevator. The casino was to the right and down an escalator. At 5:55 a.m. the casino was slow, yet fifty or so die-hard patrons played or milled about. Shops and the entrance to the parking garage were to the left. They headed to the garage.

  After walking through the automatic doors, Morina paused, "This way," She turned left again. Spotting the silver Hummer, she pointed to it and quickened her pace. The others followed. Clicking her key, she unlocked the vehicle. "Campbell, take the driver's side."

  She handed the key to Campbell, went around to the passenger side and got in. "Get in Mallory."

  "Hand me the phone. I'll make the call and give it back."

  Morina handed her the phone and Mallory dialed Paige's number. Nothing. She looked at the screen and saw call failed. She dialed again. Same thing. She glanced at the screen again – no signal! Excitedly, almost crying she said, "Your damn phone doesn't work."

  "May I see it?"

  Mallory handed it to Morina who tried unsuccessfully to call information, then 911.

  "Give it here," said Campbell. "Too many steel girders here to get reception. Hop in Mallory. We need to get outside to use the phone."

  "If I get in you may not let me out again."

  "If you're worried about that, I'll just take you to the roof of the garage."

  That was all right with Mallory and she got in. Campbell handed the phone back over her head to Mallory and took off for the up ramp. The sun was creeping up over Sunrise Mountain and the skies were clear. She glanced at the time on the phone. It was 6:20 a.m. There should be no problem making a call from there.

  On the roof, Mallory got out and made her phone call to Paige. After seven rings, an answering machine came on. "Pick up, Paige. If you are there, please pick up. I am at the Babylon Hotel in Las Vegas. They kidnapped me and want me to marry the owner…" Her emotions got the better of her and she couldn't continue.

  After a minute, with Campbell holding her, consoling her, she stopped crying enough to try again. She got the answering machine again and continued her message. "Paige, his name is Prince Ali and he kidnaps all kinds of women, or rather he has them kidnapped. He keeps his favorites and after sampling them, sells the rest. Please call the police. I'm outside now, but I've got to go back to save Drew. They're going to behead him for making love to me."

  Morina asked, "Are you done yet? It is dangerous here."

  "Just let me try her cell phone."

  ~* *~

  Paige felt her cell phone vibrating, then heard it ring. She pulled it out and flipped it open. "Hello."

  "Paige, thank God. I thought I'd never get –"

  "Mallory! Where are you?"

  "Ginger, our vic has just surfaced. I'll call you back to get the rest of the lowdown on Stevens."

  "Mallory, listen, I have a policeman with me. I want you to talk with him. All right?"

  "All right, but hurry."

  "Mallory, this is Sgt. Carboni. Are you all right?"

  "Yes, they kidnapped me and they—"

  "Mallory, we know everything, and we're on our way there. Calm down please. Tell me where you are?"

  "I'm on the roof of the parking garage at the Babyl—"

  "We know you're at the Babylon. Are you alone?"

  "I'm with two friends. We have a Hummer."

  "You have a vehicle? Then drive out of there and drive to the Metro police dept. Paige and I will arrive in ten or fifteen minutes. If your friends don't know where Metro is, drive to the freeway and head west, toward us."

  "I can't, I have to go back and rescue Drew. They are going to behead him."

  "Mallory, listen to me. They are not going to behead Drew. They don't even have Drew."

  "Are you su
re? We were going to rescue him but he wasn't there. I assumed they moved him."

  "Mallory, they don't have him. I talked to him not four hours ago, but if you stay there, they may get him, because he's on his way back to rescue you. He said he loves you."

  "He said that? He loves me?"

  "Yes, he loves you and if you want to keep Drew safe, you need to get the hell out of there. If they were to capture you, Drew most surely would be killed trying to rescue you. Do you understand? We're almost there and will intercept him and tell him that you're safe. Mallory? Mallory? Are you there? Shit, I lost her!"

  ~* *~

  Jamal who'd driven the last hundred miles pulled into the last row of the self-parking area just north of the entrance of the Babylon. "How do you want to handle this cuzz?"

  Jamal wasn't very large, maybe five-eight, probably one-sixty. "I want you to go inside, get Mallory and bring her out to me."

  He nodded slowly. "Sounds simple enough. Don't you want to get in on the fun?"

  "Naw, I've had enough fun lately. I think I'll let you have some fun for a change."

  "You are all heart cuzz. Why don't you come along and give me advice and see how I do."

  "I'll tell you what, Jamal. I'll do better. I'll show you how to cause some real damage." Drew jumped out of the SUV and opened the back door. He lifted up the backseat and pulled out a Kevlar vest. "I know you're a fashion guru, Jamal, but put this on. It might make things a little more equal." Drew threw the vest to his cousin and put on a second vest. "You might want to put your pea shooter in your belt as a backup and come over here and check out some of my goodies."