Hello Friends,

Given the success of Relentless, I decided to write a follow-up story about two well-known characters from that book. This sequel is now part of the Bay City Chronicles and is now serializing on Radish once a week. As always, I appreciate all your comments and feedback. 

WARNING: This book contains adult themes that will not be suitable for all readers. Please be advised. 

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It took every ounce of Michael Langdon's self-control to keep from moaning out loud as the voice from the other end of his phone droned on. Occasionally, he uttered what he hoped was an appropriate response. "What? No... No, Payton. It was too crowded in there. Naw! I went out to clear my head."

He slumped, naked, in an oversized armchair, clutching the cold rectangle in one hand. The other had a firm grip on the small head of one of the two slender, girls kneeling between his legs. One short, curvy, and pink streaks in her wavy blonde hair. The other, tall and slender wore a red devil-horned headband at the base of her dark curls piled on top of her small head. He pulled on the tangles of soft curls of the taller girl to guide her mouth further down his cock. He couldn't remember their names, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the wet, warm mouth around him in a heavenly grip. Those lips created an even tighter seal when she gagged around him. Meanwhile, the blonde, more curvy girl's silky tongue worked wonders on his scrotum.

"Oh—Fu—"

His toes curled, gripping the bristly, short fibers of the cheap carpet. Somehow, he kept his voice calm and even. "Why would I be mad?... No... Go enjoy the party — mmm, uh... What?... Oh, the TV... No. Not tonight. I'm at Kit's... What?... Oh, he's still there? Then tell him to get his ass moving... What? Sure, babe.... Uh-huh... Yup... You too."

He remembered to hit the red, hang-up button before the phone slipped from his hand and landed with a dull thud. Then, eyes squeezed shut, his large hand palmed a handful of soft curls, knocking the horned headband askew. His other hand grabbed at the small breasts of the blonde girl who slid up to sit on the arm of the chair. He sank further into his seat, to enjoy the girl's soft lips and hands kissing and massaging his neck and throat. The two girls made it easier to ignore the musky scent of all the previous hotel guests wafting from the cheap leather of that chair.

"Christ!"

Warmth. Wetness. Every muscle in his naked body braced for what usually followed these waves of tingling sensations. At six foot three, Michael was already a large man, but the way these two worshiped him made him feel like a giant. And just as those sensations reached an appendix, he felt it suddenly start to fade.

He squeezed his eyes even tighter as he urged the girl throating his cock to go deeper. But nothing she did couldn't shut out the sounds of the city below this hotel room. Thundering bass, honking car horns, and celebratory shouts carried through the open balcony door along with the cool night air. Those sounds and the music from the blaring TV and the moans of the girls came together to create an off-beat symphony.

He heard a faint voice shout from the streets. "Happy motherfucking HALLOWEEN!" Followed by a loud, boisterous shout.

Flashing orange and blue lights bleed through the thin membrane of his eyelids. Those pulsing flashes brought back memories he could do without at that moment...

His muscles tensed. He dug in his heels, but those intrusive memories of earlier that day broke through...

His mind drifted back to that long boardroom full of wooden faces as they voted on his fate. Michael had felt so confident that he had enough votes in his favor to oust his uncle. But as they say: man plans while God laughs. Soon he learned exactly what that expression meant as one by one his allies betrayed him. After everything he's done for them. All the promises they had made. Afterward, some with barely contained glee even shook his hand. More than a few avoided his gaze as they slithered off. Fucking cowards!

Stop!

He shook his head to clear away those memories. But he also shook away the whiskey and coke fog, bringing with it a sobering lump in the pit of his stomach.

The dark-haired girl at his feet must have sensed his boredom as she spat on his cock with redoubled enthusiasm. Few could manage his length and girth, but she impressed him with her efforts even when she took him down too far and gagged. But the strain got to be too much even for her, and she fell back, panting and gasping. A line of her drool connected her glistening lips to his cock like a silk strand.

Her blond friend took that opportunity to slide to the floor next to her. But the first girl, adjusting the devil horn headband on her dark, curly head, was simply too fast. She slid the length of his cock across her face before popping the head back into her mouth. The blond girl let out a disappointed snort. That mewling sound tickled Michael. Chuckling, he pulled her, the loser, into his lap to smooth back the waves of her pink-streaked long blond hair from her pouting face that had turned into a beaming one.

"You're, like, so hot!" the blond girl in his arms slurred as she locked eyes with him. "Are you, like, an actor or model or something?"

Ignoring her, he ducked down to bury his face between the perky mounds of flesh. Such soft skin. But they were all soft, these college-aged girls with their slim waists and endless legs. The tall girl on the floor, feeling neglected, rose on her knees. When she tugged on his arm, he simply pushed her head down to his cock again.

Few experiences in the world could compare with the sensation of two girls fighting for attention — Well, maybe three. He chuckled as he imagined another girl appearing at that moment. But even with that image, his interest was waning. Those intrusive images from earlier that day were forcing their way forward.

Fuck!

Michael's free hand slipped off the armrest. Fingers grazed glass. He grabbed it and turned away from the girl in his lap to take a drink. The liquid fire didn't burn quite as much, but it did its job of keeping those intrusive thoughts away.

Suddenly a series of loud knocking on the door made all three stop.

"Finally!" The small blond girl jumped up from his lap and skipped, with no shyness about her bare breasts, toward the door. "How long does it take to make a fucking sandwich?"

He looked over at a picked-over room service cart over the curly head still bobbing in his lap. "Not long enough," he muttered, annoyed. The girl on the floor had both hands working his shaft now, doing her best to get him to the finish. But the moment had passed. Ruined.

"Hey!" he heard the girl at the door yelp.

A split second later, he felt a rush behind him. Then...

Thwack!

Something padded but hard hit him across the back of his head. He bolted out of the chair. His long legs tripped over the girl still kneeling between his thighs. As he caught himself, something struck him between the shoulder blades twice more.

"You PIECE OF SHIT!!!" a somewhat familiar voice roared.

"The fuck—" Instinct had Michael duck the clutch bag thrown at his head in the nick of time. It took his whiskey-addled mind another moment to recognize the voice shouting obscenities at him. Well, this was not what he had in mind when he wished for a third girl.

He lowered his arm to see a tall, willowy woman clad in a shimmering, skin-tight black dress that was part of her vampire costume. Her short black hair slicked back revealing her beautiful, but furious face painted a ghastly white to mimic the undead. Black makeup around her large eyes made them even bigger and more haunting than usual. "Oh hey, Payton," he greeted her with a sheepish grin.

Dark eyes flashing with rage, Payton grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it in his direction in a wide arch. The lamp flew out of her grasp and landed on the carpet with a dull thud, casting long shadows upwards.

"How did you—?"

Michael didn't finish the sentence as he let out a peal of uncontrollable laughter at his stupidity. He had to hold on to something as the whole world seemed to be rocking back and forth as he laughed. That too tickled him. In fact, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the entire situation.

There he was in this seedy hotel room that looked like a war zone filled with discarded clothes, bedding, and empty bottles. He could only imagine how he must look, almost doubled over with his cock still semi-erect. Meanwhile, the slender girl, with her red devil horns tangled in her curly dark hair over her forehead, quickly crawled out of the way.

"We didn't know he was married!" the girl cried as she searched around for her discarded things.

"Married?" Payton ripped the sparkling ring off her left finger and flung it at Michael. It bounced off a surface with a clatter. "You think I would marry this lying sack of shit?!"

The tall girl, clutching her red devil costume and purse, dashed for the door. No doubt, her friend was already gone.

The heavy door slammed.

That left Michael with a furious Payton, who rummaged through the messy room for things to throw at him. He winced and groaned when a billowing cloud of fine white powder veiled across the room, before evaporating like mist.

"Now, sweetheart!" He retracted his outstretched hand to duck a mustard jar flying toward his head. Then a slice of cold cheese pizza grazed his shoulder. There was nothing more sobering than being smacked by cold cheese and sauce. That, and an angry woman, dressed like a vampire, out for blood.

"Baby!" He batted away the next thing that flew at his head. "Calm down! Let's talk."

"You calm down!" Payton spat back, stamping her stiletto heel. "Don't you dare try to gaslight me and tell me this isn't what it looks like. You're going to tell me not to believe my lying eyed, right? You lying sack of shit!"

He batted away a pepper shaker, then shook his smarting hand. "I am who I am," he sang.

"You're a fucking asshole, that's what you are!" The lamplight on the floor cast everything in long, deep shadows, making her pale face look crazed. "Lying, cheating, asshole!"

Michael bolted forward before she could find more things to throw at him. He caught her flailing fists and captured them behind her back. Payton was a tall woman, but he was much larger and all muscles. He trapped her against him with a sudden fierceness that quieted her.

She let out a deep sob as she slumped against his broad chest. "After everything I've put up with — loving you — just for you to do this!" she choked between sobs.

"Oh ain't this a bitch?" Michael's large blue eyes narrowed as he bore down on her, forcing her head to arch back. A switch flipped and his voice and demeanor had turned to ice. "You want to talk about betrayal? Fine. Let's talk about how you sold me out. What did my family promise you, huh? Must be substantial, as I know how expensive you are."

"We're NOT your enemy!" she shrieked through her sobs, making Michael's left eye twitch. "What you were doing would have destroyed the company. Diluting the shares so you can try to take —"

"Hush, now." He jerked her against his body. "Look, I'm not mad. Game recognizes game. Now go pick up your ring. How can an ambitious girl like you pass up an opportunity to marry into my family when you're this close? Think of all the work you put in. Unless I'm no longer the prize."

He lowered his head to plant a deep, bruising kiss on her salty, panting lips. He could feel her trembling body respond as his tongue coaxed hers. As Payton's resolve wavered, he lifted the back of her dress and grabbed a handful of her small, toned ass. But a surge of energy coursed through her, and she pushed him away with such force that he stumbled back.

"This isn't a game, you bastard!" She hiccuped through her tears, sending a shudder through her slender frame.

"Isn't it!" He sneered even as he raked his appreciative eyes over her beautiful face made up in that vampire makeup. But the effort made him sway on his unsteady feet. He clung to her tighter for no other reason than to steady himself. "Look. I'm willing to call it even, sweetheart. Just be glad I went out for some tail. I could have fucked your sister."

"You—!" She looked around wildly to grab whatever she could to throw at him. "What kind of beast are you? Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Payton picked up the whiskey bottle from the floor.

He hopped over an ottoman for the door. A second after the heavy door slammed, he heard the sound of glass shattering behind him.

"Alright, I'll give you a moment to calm down!" he called out, trying his best to stifle the giggle that was bubbling up in his throat.

No reply.

He made a move, though it wasn't certain if he was going forward or backward. But the effects of that long day crashed into him, knocking him back. He gripped the wall, hanging on for dear life, to let the waves of dizziness and nausea pass. It took some time before he shook it off. But clarity brought with it the cold realization that he was now stark naked in the hotel hallway. Luckily the hallway was deserted... for now. Then, the sound of muffled laughter broke through the silence, reminding him he wouldn't be alone for long.

Fuck!

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