February Sucks - Jim's had Enough - Sex Stories

February Sucks - Jim's had Enough

... warm waters of Tahiti. So what did she see? Let's find out, shall we??

Marc and Linda sucked and fucked for a good thirty minutes on the drive to Cahokia. They pulled up to Marc's 'Estate', and entered the gates, with the metal barrier sliding closed behind them. Safe!!

(YEAH, RIGHT!! The shoe was going to drop.)

Linda was trying to pull her dress (What was left of it) onto her right shoulder when they entered the foyer and were introduced to Marc's lawyer, several teammates, a few local big shots, and ten stunningly gorgeous women, all in various stage s of undress or some naked. There was evidence of some non-prescription drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. The looks on the men's and women's faces were borderline pornographic lust.

Linda gasped.

"OH, FUCK THIS!!," she said, and her dress hit the floor, revealing her in her stockings, garter-belt and high heels. She grabbed a glass of something as she brushed past a grinning Marc LaValliere and started her debauchery. In minutes, she was fucking someone, eating out a tall redheaded woman, and jerking off a second, well-endowed black man. As the first guy was getting close and gasping, she pulled her face out of the spasming redhead's snatch, glared at the black guy, and said, "You're next, cowboy!" then she was 'eating buffet' again. Marc was grinning, and doffing his clothes, thinking to himself, 'Best pickup yet. She may be worth a second call!'

Fast forward to the present time-

So here we are, ...

... outside the mansion. Let's recap, shall we?

Two FBI HRT Teams, two different State's Police Emergency Action Teams, local law enforcement from Cahokia and surrounding communities, at least four news crews, three from Missouri, several ambulances, fire trucks(?), and emergency vehicles.

I'm pretty sure if you checked the surrounding foliage, you would find a partridge in a pear tree, somewhere.

(Chuckle. Sorry, I digress again.)

Jim was the subject of intense attention, both from the law enforcement types and the news media. It had grown beyond a local story and was now national news, even pushing the upcoming Presidential election aside. LW was by his side constantly, monitoring his interviews and the questioning by authorities. But he didn't have to worry. Between Jim's sad story Marc's clandestine reputation, and Ginny's subtle handling of the details, this was a publicity bonanza.

Just not for Marc and Linda.

That's when the team reps from the Sharks showed up, with a small army of lawyers. The two Caddies, remember? In a panic? They immediately tried to shanghai the proceedings. LW then showed his forte and stood next to Jim and across from Ginny, who was more or less leading a 'team' of about five different reporters. Claire Manson stood to LW's Left, and Joe Wilson, his bodyguard, slightly behind her.

"And who might you gentlemen be?", intoned LW, knowing full well who they were. He recognized the two lead attorneys, James Knight, and Arthur Desmond, the ...