The Elusive Jillian Wilson (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Lynn Ray Lewis

  That brought the question of where he could go without work dogging his every step. He had been around the world and never found a place better than America to visit for its amenities. Yet business men and women always seemed to know he was in town no matter where he alighted. When he passed the hundredth billboard advertising the many casinos populating the countryside, he made the decision to take a week off and go to Las Vegas. He could gamble a bit and hook up with a woman whose morals were as loose as his without the blackmail and intrigue. Maybe even take in a couple of shows Vegas was so famous for.

  He called Bea from O’Hare Airport on his way back to the plane to take him home. When he gave her a week off with pay and told her to make sure that he had a nonstop to Vegas on Friday, she gave him a snappy “yes, sir” and hung up the phone.

  Vince left Chicago and arrived in Atlanta around ten at night. Most of the restaurants he normally frequented were closed, so he had the driver stop for a burger and fries at the local chain burger palace. The greasy burger was sloppy but tasted great. Even the fries were more crisp than soggy. The thick chocolate shake smoothed down his throat. Some of his best thinking while trying to get his floundering company back into the black had been done while scarfing down a meal just like this one.

  Vince couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed a dinner of any kind that cost less than ten bucks. As much as he enjoyed the burger, maybe he should step back and see what else he had been missing. Thinking of all the years working, traveling, and sleepless nights worrying about his company had been his lifestyle for so long, he knew it would take just as much determination to step back and slow down.

  This mini vacation might be just what he needed to restore his inner balance issues. The thing with Jeanie’s betrayal hit hard. He should have known somehow that she was playing an angle. There had been so many hints by her actions that evening. Yet he ignored them and went along with her just because he had grown careless.

  Even with Vinny, he knew that the kid was using his name to make himself look good to women. When some of those women met the arrogant little prick and set their eyes on the expensive clothing and black credit card, not to mention the Jaguar, they thought the boy would be an easy mark. They had no idea that the he had been raised by the ultimate bloodsucking user. Brenda was reared to be a decoration, a user, and a liar. Vinny knew the type intimately, mainly because he was just like them.

  Vince slept until six a.m. There were a few things he needed to take care of at the office before tomorrow and his self-imposed vacation began.

  He hit the button on his answering machine while eating a bowl of his favorite cereal with the little crunchy marshmallows. There was a call from Haney that was old news. Then there was a call from Brenda begging him to reconsider cutting them off like he had. Her voice got higher as she kept up her rambling reasons for him to forgive and forget Vinny’s indiscretions. Vince erased that message mid-screech. There were two more calls from Brenda that he erased just as he heard her voice. Then several hang ups and that was the end of his messages.

  Traffic was light this early in the morning, and his driver dropped him at the office twenty minutes earlier than normal.

  Haney was standing over Bea when Vince walked in. His assistant looked like she wanted to toss his attorney out of the window while Haney was talking without stopping.

  “How could you think I would treat Dustin like he was a throwaway, Bea? He is a good kid, and I like him. You have kept him away from here any time I showed up and never talked about him. Not ever. I am taking him to that Braves game whether you like it or not, and I told him he could bring all of his friends, too, so make sure he is ready on Saturday or I will make damn sure you regret it.”

  Vince opened his mouth to tell Haney to back off and was surprised when Bea nodded her head.

  “I do not hide my son. You have never been here when he was, and there is no reason for me to talk to a business acquaintance about my child. Yes, you can take him to the baseball game, but you take care of him and make sure he is warm and doesn’t get too excited. His heart is failing, Haney. I can’t keep him at home wrapped in Bubble Wrap all the time, and I know it. All I can do is love him and try to make his life easier. Now go wait for Vince in his office, you are distracting me here.”

  Vince kicked the door to get their attention and tried to act like the conversation hadn’t choked him up a little bit. “Well, you two are early birds. I thought I would be the first one here this morning.”

  When he was seated at his desk, Haney passed him a file. Vince opened it and started to read. It seemed Jeanie was working for a family named Eidleworm. As he read further the reason became clearer. The Eidleworms were Melody’s family, and they planned a wrongful death lawsuit against Oliver International. Jeanie was to gather evidence that implied that the Oliver family were sadistic men that liked to harm women during sex and even afterward.

  Vince thought about that night with Jeanie. After their last bout on the bed, he took her against the wall, and she wanted him to put his hand around her neck to deprive her of oxygen to make her orgasm better, she said. Vince would do just about anything for his partner’s pleasure, but that was not one of the things he would do. If he had and then not noticed the recorder, he would be shelling out big wads of cash to Melody’s family right now and Vinny would be arrested for murder.

  Even the eyewitness would not be credible enough to stop the ruin of his reputation. Her statement even quoted Melody and Vinny talking about rough sex and spankings. Fuck. He got lucky and dodged that bullet. Still, the thought of how simple it could have been to fuck up his world was almost frightening.

  Haney left with instructions to find Vinny and tell him what these people were attempting to do and how far they were willing to go to line their pockets.

  Vince sat in his chair reading the file again. It seemed his decision to take a step back and try to relax a little was a good one. If Vegas didn’t help him to do that, then he would find a place that did. If he took himself out of the picture for a short time, maybe these people would find another way to make their money.

  He decided to get on with his day and tie up loose ends before he left tomorrow. There was a shipment of crystal dressing-table bottles for women’s perfumes and powders that had gone missing. With the resurgence of early American memorabilia, the high end pieces should market very well.

  At the end of the workday, Vince and Bea finished with anything that could not wait until they returned. Vince caught Bea before she left the office.

  “I have something for Dustin that I have been saving for the next time he comes in, but as hectic as things have been, I think he will get more play out of this at home. I can always get another for the times he comes in and we can play. That guy is a killer at the games we play. This new console will give him an advantage for our next encounter.” He carried the box in the elevator and to her car in the parking garage while she carried a plastic bag full of controllers and games.

  Bea thanked him, and he made his way back to the building entrance. His driver was waiting by the door and held it open for him to get in.

  That was new. Vince never required his driver to open doors for him. When he looked at the chauffer, the man looked familiar, but this was not his normal driver. “Where’s Ken today?” were the last words he could utter before the man laid a Taser on his hand, and as he began to yell and twitch, the driver shoved him through the opened door and slammed it shut.

  Vince gradually stopped jerking around and drooling from the volts zapping through his system and realized his face was lying in the vee of a sweetly scented woman’s crotch. When he sat upright, he was shocked to see a blonde beauty with her hands and feet tied together behind her body.

  Chapter 7

  He wondered what was going on. The blonde’s hazel eyes were staring at him as he reached up to remove the gag tied behind her head. She violently shook her head. Her eyes looked behind him, terrified of what she saw. He turned hi
s head and something slammed against his temple as the blonde screamed behind her gag.

  He woke with his hands cuffed to the wall next to his shoulders. The wire cords holding his arms up had enough give for him to stand on his own but no further. He was stripped to his slacks, and his shoes had been taken away, too. He was in a basement or manmade cave of sorts. The place smelled dank, and the air was damp. He could not see well in the darkness, but when he saw the blonde head bent facing down onto her chest, he feared the worst.

  He strained to hear something, anything. There, a low, whimpering sound. Thank god she wasn’t dead. Vince softly called to the woman, hoping she would wake up and not be gagged so she could tell him what the fuck was going on. “Hello, hey, are you awake? Hello? Wake up please.” Damn, she didn’t even twitch that he could see in the limited lighting of the room.

  A door screeched as it was opened above their heads, and a ladder was pushed down into the middle of the room. Vince watched as work boots descended until a tall man stood in front of him. Then the man held up a hand to the ladder, and a woman’s ass planted itself in his palm while the guy guided her down the ladder rungs. Brenda the bitch stood there. She smiled as she advanced towards him and stopped just short of his reach.

  Brenda smiled at the lack of emotion on Vince’s face. The bastard had always done his best to look down on her and her mother and then in turn her son. He was handsome, yes, and knowing that his body was just as attractive still made her burn up inside whenever she remembered watching him get dressed or undressed when she was growing up and hiding in his closet to spy on her first crush. At fourteen years old she developed the fantasy of Vince being her boyfriend. When she was sixteen and found out she was pregnant by a boy that she had allowed to fuck her because he had the same light-brown hair and light-blue eye color as Vince’s, she thought it would be easy to get him to marry her and force him to claim the baby as his.

  Unfortunately her plans were fucked up by Vince when he refused to take responsibility for her pregnancy and the baby. His father disowned him because he refused to do the right thing and marry Brenda. She owed him for that humiliation and for taking the family money with him when his father kicked him out. Her plan to make him fall in love with her and keep her and her mother in comfort went into the trash when he walked out the door that day.

  And now he was again tossing her out of his life. She knew that he was never going to love her or take her as a wife or lover now. His gift of a million dollars and “leave me the fuck alone” was not enough. Her lawyer said that if she could prove that he was insane or incompetent then she might be able to overturn the documents telling the court that she was no longer in his will as an heir. Vinny might be ready to move on, but she wasn’t.

  “Hello, brother dear. I am glad you are awake for a final good-bye. I am going to Cabo for the next two weeks, and Dillon here is coming with me.”

  Brenda stepped to where the blonde hung and grabbed a handful of the hair hanging down then lifted the woman’s head. She shook the head a little and let it drop.

  “Do you know who this woman is? She is the nosy little slut that wrote those lies about my son to turn you against him.

  “The story will be leaked that she is your lover, and she wanted to get rid of the family ties you shared with Vinny and me so she concocted the plan with Melody but then she pushed Melody down the stairs to get rid of the only witness left to tell the truth about what happened. It will be a tragic story, and I promise you that I will cry the loudest at your funeral.”

  Vince knew Brenda was out of her fucking mind, but he said nothing to her taunts. Talking would just make the situation worse. If that woman was Jillian Wilson, then Brenda had accomplished something his and Haney’s investigators had not been able to.

  He took advantage of the meager light that the trapdoor offered and looked around quickly. Ah, he knew where they were and wondered how Brenda had discovered the place. Her entrance by the old orchard ladder told him that the dumb bitch never looked any further than what she could see or she would have come through the outside entrance to the old root cellar under the garden shed. They used to call this a spring well where it was used to keep cheeses and other easily spoiled foods. As long as they were alive when Brenda left them and they could get lose from their bonds, Vince could take the blonde and walk out of the place.

  Brenda and Dillon went back to the blonde and removed every item of clothing that she wore. Dillon took his enjoyment tearing off the white cotton granny panties as Brenda laughed. Then he pinched her nipples and twisted them hard the blonde gasped and her head lifted.

  “Did you see that brother, dear? Look at what I brought with me to the party. You should recognize it, brother, I got this from your bedroom. You found out about her plan to separate you from your loving family and brought her here to hurt her. After all, you have quite a reputation for using this crop on female flesh.” Brenda took a firmer grip on the riding crop in her hand and slashed at the blonde randomly until Brenda got a rhythm going.

  “Did I ever tell you about the time I sat in your closet and watched you use your belt on that red-haired bitch? She screamed and begged you to have mercy, and you didn’t stop. You kept her bent over the bed with her ass in the air and then you made her suck your cock.” Then lashes fell fast and furiously in a crisscross pattern up and down the front of the woman’s body, uncaring of the screams and pleadings to stop.

  “I remembered the way you sucked her nipples after she sucked your cum down her throat, and I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be me that you crouched over and licked, not her. I watched you that night and other nights. I wanted that monster cock of yours to make me scream and beg for more. I wanted you to order me to hold myself open while you fucked me.”

  Brenda’s arm must have gotten tired, Vince thought as she threw the crop at the far wall. The bitch then reached up to Dillon and pulled him down to give him a sloppy openmouthed kiss that was rapidly escalating into a lot more than a simple kiss.

  “Dayam, baby, that is so hot watching you go all dominatrix on that bitch. You got me so hard all I can think of is fucking you. Next time you need to be wearing a hot leather outfit and those fuck-me heels you wore the other night.”

  Dillon had his hands under her blouse, cupping her breasts, and then he dropped his big hands down to her thighs, dragging her skirt up over her hips. His hands held the cheeks of her ass and lifted her up until her legs could hook around his hips. “Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna fuck you standing right here. We’ll give them a show, and ol’ Vince there can see what a hot pussy he missed.” She held her body back so she had just enough room to unsnap and lower the zipper on his pants, letting his cock spring out. She laughed as he tilted her hips again and impaled her onto his pole while he stood with her in the middle of the room.

  After a few strokes, Dillon carried her to the nearest wall and propped her back against it so he could fuck Brenda into a screaming, clawing orgasm. He shouted as his hips jerked, emptying his cum deep inside of her writhing body.

  The man kissed her and slapped her on the ass. “Let’s get out of here. We can go to your brother’s house and fuck in his bed. He won’t be needing it again.”

  Once they untangled themselves, Brenda stepped over to Vince. “You always underestimated me, looked down on me when all I ever wanted was for you to love me just a little bit.” She slapped Vince hard enough to turn his head then balled up her fist and punched him in the stomach. That produced no reaction, so she stepped closer and raised her foot to kick him directly in the testicles.

  Her toes landed in the crease of his thigh and nutsack, but he bent over to make her think she had hit her target. His grunt must have convinced her, and she laughed.

  “Bastard. You should be happy that this whore has a big-mouthed friend. She told me about her friend Jillian that planned to beard you in the lion’s den for work.

  Kelly was on her honeymoon and just got back when I met her at the dry c
leaner’s.

  Now Jillian can die with you, and if you are found it will be a big mystery. Good-bye, Vince, I will remember you every time I write a check from your estate.”

  The last thing he heard was her laughter and the crackling noise of the Taser laid on his neck.

  Jillian felt like shit before they hung her here like a side of beef. Now she felt like a naked, abused side of beef. The welts from that riding crop stung, but she tried to ignore them. She watched as Dillon uncuffed Vince Oliver from the restraints and let the man drop in a heap on the dirt floor.

  Dillon did not want to leave Vince lose, but Brenda’s argument was that Vince had to be loose to be the kidnapper of Jillian. And after all, Brenda told Dillon, she spent precious minutes striping the bitch with his crop in case their bodies didn’t burn in the fire. Vince had to be blamed for everything or her plan would not work. They were still discussing how best to burn the shed as they ascended the ladder and pulled it up behind them then slammed the door down, leaving the captives in the dark again.

  Shit, Jillian thought as she tried to pull herself up with arms that screamed in pain from holding her body weight. She could not see a damn thing, and her fingers finally felt around until she knew that her wrists were clipped separately to a chain threaded through a metal circle. She grabbed the metal circle with one hand twice because her strength refused to hold her long enough to be of any use.

  When Jillian smelled smoke, it gave her muscles incentive to grasp the metal ring and hold her body up long enough for her other hand to work the hinged clip loose. Her hand relaxed, and she fell hard to the floor.

  As she took a few deep breaths to keep from screaming at the burning in her arms, the smoke smell got more intense. “Mister, Mr. Oliver? Come on, we need to find a way out of here.” Jillian crawled over to Vince on her elbows and knees. Her hands were almost worthless when she tried to put pressure on them to crawl and felt the swelling.