Seven Ways to Die (29 page)

“Why the hell not?” Patricia said, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Tomorrow’s a business day—but business is slow.”

37

“Maybe this Androg practiced before he killed,” Amelie told Cody. They were en route back to her apartment after stopping for a bite. “That could be why the murders are so perfect. Maybe that’s why he skipped a number? To point you backward to find it.”

“I’m not sure. Somehow I don’t think the practice murder was Number One. I can’t fit the two-year gap into the puzzle. Handley was Number One, Uncle Tony Number Two, and if Dr. Wiley was Number Four, we haven’t figured out Number Three yet.”

Amelie shivered. “Great job you have,” she said.

“Somebody has to do it,” Cody responded.

They drove the rest of the way in silence, both lost in thought. Once they reached her place, Cody parked the SUV in a no-parking zone, relying on his police plate to protect it from bounty towers.

He knew she’d feel better if he escorted her to her door and had to admit he was pleased when she invited him in.

At the look on his face as he considered the offer, she said, “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to tuck me in or anything.”

He chose the brightly striped Scandinavian chair in her living room rather than the couch, and she pretended she thought nothing of it as she headed for the kitchen and returned with a small glass filled with golden amber liquid.

“You sip this,” she handed it to him. “It’s my favorite after-dinner wine. It’s called ‘ice wine’ because it’s made from the grapes bitten by the first frost. You’ll love it.”

“What about you?” he asked her, accepting the glass.

“I did you a favor, now I’m going to ask you to do me a favor.”

“What do you need?”

“I’ll explain in a minute. Take the time to enjoy your first drink.” With that, she headed into what he guessed was her bedroom.

Surprised at how piercingly sweet and pleasant the wine was, Cody surveyed the apartment, his mind for the moment miles away from the Loft and its homicidal horrors. He remembered how cozy Amelie’s place had felt when he first entered what already seemed like ages ago.

Before he could analyze his thoughts, she reappeared before him. She’d slipped into something more comfortable—but not at all the usual. She was wearing what looked like surgical scrubs. Then he realized it was her masseuse uniform.

She took his hand, and led him across the room. “Come into my parlor,” she said. “I can’t stand seeing so much tension in your neck. It’s time for that massage I promised you.”

The wine had its admittedly pleasing effect on him, and he didn’t even feel like protesting. She modestly retreated while he slipped out of his clothes and climbed on the table, beneath the waiting towel.

Cody couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a massage. Somehow it didn’t fit with the routine of a NYPD homicide detective, though a few minutes into it he realized he should order every member of TAZ to have one once a week, whether they wanted to or not. He could imagine the kind of ribbing he’d get for that.

Amelie’s hands were soft and gentle and very, very strong. They were demanding hands, hands that knew their way around a man’s body and how and where to find the knots. She was very thorough, and very sensual. But she stopped short of crossing the line. When she told him to turn over, Cody found himself embarrassed by the incipient erection she’d caused. “That’s okay,” he said. “Let’s skip the rest. This is more pleasure than I should be allowing myself right now. Rain check?”

“Yes, sir,” she teased, pretending she hadn’t spotted the culprit that was causing his shy response. “Off to the sauna with you.”

She waited for him to wrap himself with the towel, then led him to the door to the sauna, which she’d turned on while he was sipping his wine. “It’s good for you to—“

“—sweat out the stink,” he interrupted her, remembering his childhood on the reservation.

To his disappointment, she closed the sauna door after him, leaving him in the dark room wishing she had joined him there.

When he was dressed again and at the front door, Amelie stood on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss good-night. “Good body,” she said. “Take care of it for me.”

38

Wednesday, October 31

Halloween

It was shortly after midnight that the tipsy trio arrived back at Hamilton’s E. 59
^th
Street penthouse. Patricia was hesitating. “Can I just watch?” she ventured.

“Sure,” Victoria responded. “Just don’t be embarrassed. Free yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

“We’re good friends. Anytime you want to join in just say so,” Ward said. “Liberate yourself.”

“Okay…”

They moved closer, stood in a tight group, the two women facing Hamilton.

He took out a joint and lit up, taking a deep hit and holding it. Then he moved toward Victoria and pressed against her.

She moved her hips against him as he kissed her and exhaled while she inhaled.

Victoria closed her eyes and held the smoke in as he put his hands against her cheeks and pulled her even closer to him. They swiveled against each other slightly as she slowly exhaled.

Ward moved his hands up. His thumbs caressed her nipples, teasing them even harder.

“Um,” Victoria said, looking into Patricia’s eyes. “Go under…”

He slid his hands under her blouse and stroked her breasts as she took another hit, held it, and leaned back to allow him to slip her chemise off.

Patricia watched intently, her breath beginning to come harder as Victoria leaned back and Hamilton kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples.

“Sure you don’t want a hit?” he asked Patricia.

She hesitated.

He slipped Victoria’s skirt off and took another hit. Victoria was wearing black, see-through panties. Her thick hair curled over the top of them and around the tight-fitting crotch. As Hamilton leaned in and kissed her again, exhaling, she slipped his pants off. His cock was getting hard. Victoria pressed against it as she twisted slightly, rubbing their nipples together.

Patricia was getting very hot, her enormous dark nipples straining against her silk blouse. Victoria reached over, pulled her closer to them. Patricia could feel Hamilton’s leg against her crotch. “Okay, I’ll try,” she stammered.

Hamilton took a long hit, turned to Patricia and standing tight against her pressed his now full hard-on against her pussy through her skirt. Then he kissed her.

Her mouth was wet and it was a deep kiss. He exhaled into her mouth and reached up and ran his thumbs against the sides of her full breasts, stroking them but careful not to touch the nipples. She turned slightly, maneuvering for his fingers to rub her steel-hard nipples. Patricia’s exhale was a sensuous groan.

Hamilton placed the joint between her lips again. This time as she inhaled he slid her skirt off. Her white bikini panties were fluffed out from her silken, blonde hair. He slightly brushed her crotch with his cock, which was now fully erect.

“Oh,” she gasped and exhaled into his mouth. She was trembling slightly. Ward deftly slid her blouse off. Her breasts were large, very firm, the nipples standing up like blackberries for him to relish one after the other while pressing his cock more tightly against her. He slid one hand over her ass and turned back to Victoria.

She was breathing hard too, her perfect hard breasts swelling.

Ward offered her the next hit.

Victoria took the hit, stepped back and began to stroke his cock as he slid his free hand between her legs and caressed her.

Patricia watched, her breathing even harder.

Victoria was moving her ass as Hamilton stroked it. He slid his hands between her legs from behind. She lifted up slightly until his middle finger found her asshole through her panties. She exhaled into Hamilton’s mouth. He continued to move his cock against her hand.

Victoria licked her fingers and slid them under his shorts.

He licked his hand and slid it under her panties, pulling them down.

Patricia stared down at their hands, saw Ward’s caressing Victoria’s clit. She was transfixed by Hamilton’s cock, which was now its full seven inches and rock-hard. She could hear the liquid sounds from Victoria’s pussy as Hamilton began to masturbate her while she did the same for him.

Hamilton took another deep hit, turned to Patricia, exhaled into her mouth and moved his hand around to find her clit, moist and throbbing under her panties. Gently his finger stroked it.

With his other hand he continued to masturbate Victoria who was now breathing aloud and grinding against his hand.

Patricia began to do the same, synching her groans with Victoria’s. She slid her panties down as she kissed Hamilton, and then looked down to observe all three of their organs throbbing in unison.

Patricia added her hand to Victoria’s on Ward’s cock while he continued to caress them both.

“Oh God,” Patricia groaned. Her legs were trembling. She felt the drop of come at the end of his cock and her hand began to pinch the corona to hold him back.

Victoria was humping now, thrusting her swollen clit against Hamilton’s wet hand. Patricia imitated her motion.

“Oh Jesus, it’s coming,” Victoria said, moving faster.

Hamilton turned to her, took Patricia’s hand and guided it to press his cock between Victoria’s legs.

Now he was stroking Patricia hard. She gasped as she guided his cock against Victoria’s cunt.

“It’s coming…” Victoria stammered.

Groaning again, Patricia pressed herself hard against Hamilton’s hand and hunched against it while probing Victoria’s clit with Ward’s cock.

They were all trembling now.

“Me too,” Patricia stammered. “Oh God, me too.”

“Who wants it first?” Hamilton whispered.

Patricia couldn’t say the words. She was mesmerized by their simultaneous movement, by this dance she had never danced before.

Victoria reached down to the base of Ward’s cock, pushed it toward Patricia’s cunt.

Ward felt Victoria teasing Patricia’s clit with it, faster and faster until Patricia reached behind him, grabbing both cheeks of his ass.

He pressed his finger against her asshole as he continued to masturbate her with his cock, his other hand still wildly stroking Victoria.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” Victoria yelled, “I’m coming, baby. Fuck her, fuck her. Oh yeah, oh
yeah!”

In a single smooth movement, Hamilton shoved himself inside Patricia. As they merged together, Victoria pressed her breasts against them spreading her legs wide to take in Ward’s hand.

As Ward’s cock entered her fully, Patricia screamed with delight, coming again and again.

With Ward’s hand inside her, Victoria’s orgasm was continuous. Her screams and moans were in harmony with Patricia’s.

Victoria’s back arched. “NOW!” she cried, as Ward thrust again deep into Patricia, leaning forward so his cock rode high inside her swollen, wet, cunt.

Her eyes locked with Victoria’s, Patricia was groaning like a wild animal. “There,” she screamed. “That’s it. Right there!”

He felt the little curl deep inside her and kept riding her until her cunt was throbbing, squeezing his cock with each orgasm.

“C-c-coming, c-c-coming, oh, OH! Oh yes, you did it!”

Hamilton felt his cock throbbing as it thrust deep into Patricia’s orgasm. “Here it comes,” he cried.

“Yes,” Patricia cried out. “Come inside me. Right now!”

But Ward pulled out of her, and in one smooth motion  twirled Victoria around, bent her against the white sofa, and roughly entered her.

Victoria grunted with pleasure, wiggling against him until he was buried deep inside her perfect ass.

Patricia sobbed in disappointment, and moved around in front of Victoria, pressing her cunt to where Victoria could reach it with her lips. As Ward frantically fucked her ass, Victoria’s tongue brought Patricia, who was arching her back in delirious pleasure, to one orgasm after another in a primal rhythm worthy of Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring.”

“Again,” he cried out. “AGAIN!” And he continued the pounding until they all achieved a simultaneous triple orgasm.

Then, with a chorus of grunts and cries and whimpers, it was over.

The disentanglement began. Patricia’s glazed eyes began to focus. She looked around, frightened, as though in disbelief at what she’d participated in. She reached for the floor to retrieve her panties.

“Let me,” Victoria said, snagging the sheer white material and using it like a slingshot to sting Patricia’s face.

“Ow!” Patricia cried. “Why did you do that?”

“Just for fun,” Victoria said.

“Yeah, we’re kinda weird that way,” Hamilton agreed. He took her by the hand and led her toward a piece of furniture in the middle of his den that was covered with a red chenille throw. Victoria whipped the throw off—to reveal the old-fashioned barber’s chair. “Sit here for a minute. The best part is yet to come,” Hamilton said, planting Patricia firmly in the chair.

Suddenly Patricia realized the fun was over.

“The fun has just begun,” Victoria said, cuffing Patricia’s legs to separate legs of the chair.

Before Patricia could open her mouth to protest Ward had slipped her brassiere into her mouth, and tied it firmly behind her head.

Now her eyes were wide open with fear.
What were they going to do to her?

“Sorry to use your own underwear for this, dear,” Victoria was saying. “But I never wear one myself.” She thrust her chest out proudly, to display the firmness of her breasts that showed no trace of sagging.

Hamilton held her down until Victoria finished with her legs. Then she moved to Patricia’s arms, handcuffing them at the wrists to separate arms of the chair.

 “Now we can finish off the book,” Hamilton said, watching with satisfaction as Patricia thrashed and writhed in vain trying to free herself. But the tapes were strong and the chair was firmly riveted to the floor.

“Better get some shut-eye, buttercup,” Victoria said to Hamilton.