Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (16 page)

“Think of your Steve,” Steve-e-Joe whispered to her. “Remember, you can have them all and they don’t come any bigger than the stallion waiting to take you.”

Jean knew when he said “Steve,” that he didn’t mean himself but her intended husband on the run. Of course, the reference went directly over the Sergeant’s head. A few moments later, as she was clinging to Old Sergeant with sweat, she felt herself shudder into a climax. She tried to cry out Steve’s name but Old Sergeant’s kisses drowned her cries. A few seconds later,
Steve-e-Joe pulled away from her covered in sweat. He kissed her ear again and whispered softly.
“Lay on your belly for us, darling wife.”

Old Sergeant couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe his eyes either as Jean stretched out on her belly, spread her arms and legs out and waited obediently for her next command.

“Well lad. I’ve got to give it to you; you sure know how to make it last with all that talking, you’ve got the both of us doing it your way.”

Johnny knew what was expected of him as he stroked her body along with Steve-e-Joe. Old Sergeant’s predisposition, at that moment, was for both of them to take her like a pair of mad rabbits. As his cock stood out like a spare tent pole in the pale moonlight which slightly penetrated the tent, he suggested the “rabbit move”.

Steve-e-Joe told the sergeant. “I learned from an old man named Morgan. I used to go crop picking with him; he had three wife and loads of girlfriends and he told me loads of stories of what women liked and I wanted Jean to experience them all.”

Steve-e-Joe was still looking at Old Sergeant’s cock and he whispered. “Jean love, just look at that cock... It must be the biggest ever!”

Jean turned her head to look over her shoulder and could just about make it out in the poor light. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, then asked, “Are we going to do it the King’s Messengers way?”

“Some other night, my love.” He turned to the sergeant. “I guess my wife is ready for you sergeant, be gentle with her.”

“Oh I wouldn’t hurt your wife; she’s a little beauty and wet enough to take me.” He ran his hands down her spine and watched her squirm with pleasure.

He kissed her bottom and told her. “Come up on your knees for me, my child?”

Jean closed her eyes tight, and got up on her knees, spreading her feet. Old Sergeant ran his hands all over her hips and butt cheeks as if he couldn’t believe his luck to have such a fine ass in front of him. Jean bet he wished it were daylight so he could see her properly. Steve-e-Joe smiled and lay down to play with her hanging tits. It was totally new to her to be fussed over by two men and it took her breath away. She felt her body begin to tremble as it became a little too much for her. Every nerve seemed to be tingling and she knew if she tried to speak, her words would only come out jumbled.

Jean thought to herself,
If this is what they’re going to do to me all the way up to York, I’m not sure I’ll survive the trip.

“Bloody hell lad,” Old Sergeant said, “you two are going to be my best friends for life. I could never pay you back for this.” He ran his hands over her thin waist, traced them down her broad hips and holding them firmly, he entered Jean.

The sight in the pale moon light took Steve-e-Joe’s breath away Hearing her scream, he reached over. “Jean love, bite on this, we don’t want to wake the neighbors.” He folded a leather strap and put it in her mouth.

Jean was rocking back and forth real faster as she bit hard and tried not to scream out, and the last words she heard Steve-e-Joe say as he watched Sergeant Johnny Brown banging away was, “I wish I had lit a candle.”

Jean gripped the blanket hard with both hands and crying out with pleasure, the leather strap fell out of her mouth as she and “Uncle Johnny” both came at the same time.

Jean shot up in bed, it took a moment for
her to realize she had been in her dreamland fantasy again, and that her Uncle, who was built like a stallion was not behind her screwing the hell out of her. She found she was still gripping the blanket hard so she let go and fell back on the pillows exhausted. Steve was snoring away as usual and she turned away from him, bit her lips and contemplated the dream she just had. It was so unreal. And real, all at the same time. Jean, shy Jean, would never dare sleep with two men, and yet it felt so real that she felt that she had willingly bedded them both.

What did the Buster story have to do with my adventure, anyway?
she asked herself. She smiled as she realized it was the way Joe liked to get her in the mood. He had teased her with a horny story, and then got her to play that story out. She wondered if her “Uncle Johnny” would be in the next episode of her adventure.
He must be,
she thought,
with a cock as big as that. Joe will want to see me fucked by it; it’s his fantasy as well as mine.
Joe wants to see me being fucked by a big cock while he watches; it’s his fantasy as well as mine.

Jean didn’t care how long it was going to take them to get to York City, as long as Joe came to her in her dreams and made it happen again and again. She knew Joe would find her new lovers, and that they would drive her mad with pleasure. She snuggled up to Steve and fell to sleep, wondering what would happen to her next time, and who else would Joe line up for her to shag.

*

Frank Brubaker had given Agent Burrows her orders, and she hadn’t been too happy at being taken off such an important assignment: the helping of Homeland in the tracking down of two possible terrorists with intent to kill congresswomen. This had been the highlight of her career so far and she had been sorely disappointed at being taken off the case.

She took consolation in the fact that things would open up soon and Joe would be reached out to soon enough, and with Joe back on the case, she would too.

With a sigh, she took out her cold case file, ready to go over it with Alice.

Alice Timberlake wasn’t feeling much better. She simply felt used. It was obvious that Agent Campbell only needed her talent of communicating with Joe. Whenever she wasn’t doing exactly that, he was convinced she was in the way. When Burrows had asked her and Joe to help out, Alice was under the impression that she’d be involved deeply in the cases.

The delusion had evaporated after she heard the words, “Go home and wait until we
need
you again.”

Burrows had tried to smooth things over by telling Alice that she had been taken off the case too, and that they were going to work on a cold case file together.
Poor Burrows.

Alice knew Burrows was disappointed as well, and to make things worse, Campbell reminded Alice that she had sworn an oath of secrecy, and she wasn’t to tell a soul what went on up in San Francisco, not even her husband. If the word got out that there were two suicide bombers in the USA, looking to kill congresswomen for speaking out, then there would be widespread panic.

The secrecy had been the hardest part for Alice, not being able to answer the hundreds of questions John had asked her the night she arrived and the next morning as they had breakfast together. She was up early with him for she had an early morning flight to catch.

“So you’re really off to West Virginia?” John asked as he dipped a biscuit in his coffee.

“Yes honey, and I don’t know how long I’ll be,” Alice replied.

“At least you can tell me about this case, it isn’t top secret too, is it?”

“I’m sorry I can’t tell you what happened up at Cisco,” Alice said, for she he was still sore at her. “Hopefully it will all be cleared up in a couple of weeks and I’ll able to tell you and also write about it then.”

“And make us loads of money,” John said. There was sarcasm in there somewhere.

“Yes, if it wasn’t for me having the exclusive on the stories I don’t think I’d be doing this crime caper reporting.”

“Honey, if it wasn’t for the stories, you wouldn’t be a famous freelance journalist. And I wouldn’t be able to boast to the boys at work that you’re off again following up on another story.” He gave her a loving smile. “Honestly honey, the only way I can shut Steve Bateman up, is by telling him how famous you are. If I didn’t, he’d go on forever about his Beauty Queen Jean and how she should be in films.”

Alice chuckled and said, “She is very beautiful but I doubt she can act.”

“Yeah, I guess she is rather good looking.” He had another biscuit. “They’re getting married soon and he seems more for it than Jean. His mother wants a big church wedding but Jean wants a small wedding because she hasn’t got a lot of friends and her mother is about her only family.”

“Well it’s her day and I think she should have her way.”

“I’ll tell Steve you said that.”

She gasped. “You leave me out of it! He’s your friend more than mine.”

“Still, he was disappointed when we couldn’t go bowling with them, but I told him you were following up a hot lead and that shut him up.” He finished his coffee. “Well I’m off to work. You phone me and let me know you arrived safely.” John gave her a kiss.

“I’ll be alright, Burrows thinks Joe can solve the case real quick. I’ll be home in a couple of days hopefully. Bye love.”

“Bye honey.”

Burrows met Alice at the airport and drove her to Norfolk, West Virginia where they booked into a hotel near the Johnson household where one of the murders took place. They went over the cold case file together in Alice’s room.

“I think Joe can wrap this case up in one visit to Andrew Johnson’s dreams.” Burrows said, pointing to the file. “I’ve arranged a meeting with Andrew and his younger brother Karl tomorrow. We’ll start with Karl first. Hopefully, we won’t spook Andrew.”

“You think Andrew killed his mother and brother, so he could take over the family business?”

Burrows nodded. “Pretty much. His father was dying of cancer plus his mother and elder brother would have had the house and the business after his father’s death. So that makes him our main suspect, although he had an alibi for both of the murders. We think he hired someone to have them killed instead of doing it himself. If Joe could find out who he hired, then we’ll be able to nail him and clear this case up.”

“I still can’t see how he would kill his mother, greed or no.” Alice was shaking her head in disgust.

“Well it’s not all down to greed. We found out that Andrew wanted to marry his secretary, Ann James but his mother didn’t like the girl, and told Andrew he could do better. I’m not saying that was motive to kill his mother but two months after her death... Bam! They got married.” She gave a shrug of her shoulders. “And two months after that, his elder brother was murdered.”

“Leaving Andrew, as the next person in line to take over the family business and move into the big house with his ill father.” Alice held up the file and asked. “The father was still alive when this happened; if he thought Andrew had them both killed he would have changed his will, right? Didn’t he die a few months later?”

“Yeah but Mr. Johnson wouldn’t hear a bad word concerning his family. You tell Joe when he visits you tonight to concentrate on Andrew first, see where he leads us.”

Burrows went over a few more things about the case before she left, telling Alice to get an early night.

Alice sighed as she was left alone. She was in yet another hotel room far away from home and missing her husband. She had called him, told him what had gone on and given him a breakdown of their plans for the next day. Then she went to her laptop and had only begun to write up a story about the Andrew Johnson family, when Joe popped into her head.

“Hi, it’s only me.”

“Hi Joe, you just missed Burrows. We were going over the cold case file.”

“Before you tell me about that case, what’s the latest on the brothers?”

“Umm, not a lot, really. Burrows said the CIA and Homeland have been tracking the phone lines and listening to chatter but in the last two days, it’s gone quiet in D.C. and the surrounding area. She says that usually means something is going down. The same goes for all the gossip on the street: the cell groups are all hush-hush right now; one informer said that there was new blood in the area but he knew no more than that. Plus Agent Campbell has hundreds of cops looking for that stolen car from Cisco; the car was last seen in Kansas, and Frank Brubaker thinks the two suspects have swapped cars in Kansas and are now well hidden up in D.C.”

“Okay, I believe they’ll call us when they need our help. Are you going meet the Johnson brothers tomorrow?”

“Yes, Burrows and the investigating officers at the time thought Andrew hired a killer to get rid of his mother and brother.” Alice put her laptop away. “I couldn’t believe he’d kill his own mother but when you read the father’s will, it makes you think...”

“Let me guess, the old man had millions and Andrew didn’t want to share it with his mother and brother.”

“Well the will read, that on the father’s death, his eldest son would take over the business and was to have the house after his wife’s death. He left a million dollars each to the other two sons and his daughter, and the rest of his fortune went to his wife. And they reckon it was about thirty-six million.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of money, but I don’t see anything particularly wrong with the will. That’s just about the way any husband and father would write his will. He made sure his wife had the house and most of his money, gave the son the family business to keep going, plus the other kids were done right too. I’m sure they’d all have a share in the money after their mother’s days.”

“Yeah Joe, but if you add the fact that his mother didn’t like Andrew’s girlfriend, because she was beneath the family class, then it kinda makes sense.” Alice picked up her notes and went on. “Look, then at the age of 54, the mother was murdered in her kitchen in the middle of the day. She was robbed, she had her throat cut and her purse was emptied on the kitchen top. They took her money and her credit cards. Her husband was only two rooms away in his study, and didn’t hear a thing. The thief didn’t ransack the house for valuables; he just left.”