Abandoned Treasure

Council Enforcer Vic Knightly’s POV

Great Falls Convention Center Holiday Inn, Montana

Monday, September 10th, 2007

The beeping of an alarm woke me up, and it wasn’t my alarm.

I felt the bed move as the tiny woman rolled to get her phone. The twenty-something blonde silenced the alarm, then rolled back into my side. Her naked body pressed into my side, and her hand ran down my stomach to grasp my morning wood. “I thought I wore you out last night,” she whispered, giggling.

“It’s morning, Cheri,” I replied. “Get me ready.”

She rotated in the bed, moving her legs to the side as she kissed down my stomach. “Too bad I don’t have more time. You’re a great fuck for an old guy.” Her mouth opened wide, accepting my spongy head into her mouth.

“I’m a great fuck because I’m an old guy,” I replied. If she only knew just how old! I carried a hint of grey on my temples but was in great physical shape. The former cheerleader and pharmaceutical representative I’d picked up in the hotel bar last night probably figured I was in my forties. Nope! Try five times that age. Werewolves live a long time.

She had good technique, and I didn’t need much help getting hard. I pulled her legs up to move us into a sixty-nine. I’d fucked her up one side and down the other last night, but that was the past. I prided myself on giving my partners an experience they’d remember, including long dinners at the Y. She wasn’t a werewolf, so I couldn’t give her the deluxe meal. She’d be waking enough people up as is with her screaming.

The difference in our heights meant I couldn’t dive into her honeypot without scrunching my neck and sitting up. Instead, I reached for a condom from the pile on the bedside table, placing the packet in her hand. I grabbed her hips and slid her up my body, making her squeal in pleasure as my tongue speared her sex and went to work.

She came hard almost immediately, then got the condom on while I built to the second. “Jesus, VIC! Fuck! So fucking good! Right there! Yes! YES! FUCKING YES, EAT THAT PUSSY! I’M GONNA CUM! FUUUUUCK!” I pushed a wet finger into her ass and bit down on her clit.

It sent her over the edge.

Cheri’s athletic thighs locked up, squeezing my head as she screamed her pleasure. I kept tonguing her through the orgasm as her legs shook, extending it until she finally collapsed on my right side. I slid out from underneath her legs and looked down at her curvy gymnast’s body with the bubble butt. She was breathing hard on her stomach, and her legs were still twitching as her body recovered.

I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I straddled Cheri’s legs, spread her cheeks, and slid my considerable length into her hot pussy from behind. “Fuuuuuuck, you’re so fucking deep,” she said when my hips finally rested on her shapely ass. “Fuck me hard, Vic. I want to feel you all day long.”

“As you wish,” I said. I held Cheri’s hips down and started pounding her hard from behind. The room was filled with the wet smacks of my hips into her ass, the squelches from her wet pussy, and moans into the pillow. I got her off twice before pulling out and placing the tip at her brown star. “Ready?”

“Do it.” Her body wasn’t ready for me, so it was a tight fit. She was so worked up that she took the pain until I bottomed out. I let her adjust, then began to move. My tiny three-hole slut came hard after a few strokes. “Ride me like you stole me,” she begged.

I pulled her hips up, leaving her face in the pillow, and started pounding her hard. I worked out my frustrations on my young human partner, watching her ass cheeks jiggle with each hard thrust. She was losing track of when one orgasm ended, and the next began. “I’m going to cum,” I warned her.

“On my face,” she said as she pulled away. Cheri spun around so she was looking up at me as I pulled the condom off and furiously jacked my cock. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I sprayed three long streams onto her, glazing her from her hairline to her neck. When done, I leaned forward so she could clean the rest off with her tongue. “Yummy. You’re amazing, Vic.”

I leaned back against the headboards, looking down at the woman I’d ravished. She’d had a dozen or so orgasms this morning, plus the two dozen or so last night. She’d try hookups and affairs in the hopes of a repeat, but nothing would measure up to this night. I’m not bragging; I’ve seen it happen many times. “Shower?”

“I have to get back to my room and get ready for work,” she replied. “Help me up.” She moaned a few times as I helped her stand, then walked gingerly to retrieve her underwear. She was still getting dressed when I came out of the bathroom wearing a robe. “I’m going to be so damn sore today,” she said. “That was fantastic. I can’t believe we have to go to Billings this afternoon.”

“We?”

“My mentor, Theresa. She’s back in our hotel room, jealous that I got laid while her married ass is stuck with phone sex and a vibrator.” She kissed me goodbye, the sticky lines visible on her forehead and cheeks.

“You want to clean that off your face?”

She grinned. “Nope. If you’re going to rub it in, what better way than walking funny with a cum face?” She grabbed her purse and left a card on the dresser. “I’d love to get together again, Vic.”

“Goodbye, Cheri.” I looked over at the clock; it was seven-thirty in the morning. I took a shower, put on dress slacks and a clean button-down shirt, and headed to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

The news had nothing about the family I’d killed over the weekend. The Council and the Werebears had cleaned things up before the humans could get involved. I read the complimentary copy of USA Today as I picked at my sausage and cheese omelet and pancakes in a quiet corner. “Morning, Vic.”

I was so out of it that I didn’t smell him coming. “Mark, have a seat,” I said. My boss said he was flying out. “How did you find me?”

“Your credit card bills are on our corporate account, and this city isn’t that big. Did you catch up on sleep?”

“Somewhat,” I replied. Mark leaned over for a sniff and grinned; you can’t get the sex smell out of the clothes when the room’s full of it. “Whiskey and women are the cure for many an ill.”

“And the cause of many more. What’s going on?”

“Not much now,” he said. “Todd took care of his end, and Stanley did his part. The Boss wants to ensure everything is in order before I return.”

“You want to find their house?”

Chief Enforcer Trestman nodded. “The car is registered at a Mailboxes R Us box downtown. There was no forwarding address, and I couldn’t sense anything in the area. They might be staying locally or coming into town to get supplies and check mail.”

“What did we find in the car?”

“Our friends in the mountains didn’t save or look at anything. Everything got crushed with the car.”

“Shit.” A driver’s license, gas receipt, or other clue might point us in the right direction. “They could have been traveling through. I found them at a Five Guys next to the Target store.”

“So they were heading east.”

“Most likely,” I replied. “I’d like to search out that way. Can I get a copy of their files? Maybe I can find something in their history to point the way.”

He took a flash drive from his pocket and slid it across the table to me. “Write up your report before you leave town, Vic. I’ll finish checking Great Falls locations and call you before I fly out.”

“Thanks, boss.”

He reached across and tapped my shoulder. “You did good, Vic.”

“We lost all three, sir.”

“You found the needle in the haystack, and they didn’t escape. That’s a win in our book.” He got up and walked out, leaving me with my now-cold breakfast.

It was as hard to stomach as my responsibility for the death of a child.