Midnight 57 Nightmares

"I'm a goddamned bounty hunter not some errand bitch playing waitress."

Obsibian Opal Savage was still waking up after her overnight T16R355 dose. Having dropped some of her stimulant into the drinks of her party animals from the Dive Inn she turned the party into a bestie fest. More bestial fest but nobody was truly complaining save for Caprice Comstock. She was sideswiped in her treatment, succumbing to the bait rape drug at the wrong place, wrong time.

Sexually devouring the next-door neighbor of Sheriff Dolan Roster after going over to grab Dolan's barely legal daughter Alexis it became an all-nighter that the neighbor would never forget. Same could be said for his son thanks to Alexis. The only thing CC had to be thankful for was that Ali wasn't dosed. She could only imagine the carnage she might have caused in her hypernymphonics. CC's word, her dictionary!

Punching Opal twice the Nubian warrior was almost laughing over it. Ms. Savage was tough, punches although worthy on CC's part, a scrapper in her own right, were barely felt. What no one knew but she and a certain bootleg scientist by the name of Eugene was she was not only in the possession of T16R355 but also a drug known as 51N3W aka SINEW.

The prescription if you could call it that dampened the pain centers in its host. Opal was addicted to both drugs unfortunately. Her sexual appetite vicious, her fighting prowess an edge in any fisticuffs or worse. 51N3W also slowed down blood loss should she be stabbed or shot. Not invincible by any means but she was certainly formidable. She was grateful for the bonus bandage.

Now that she was back at her hotel room thanks to her ride home in a bright red Jaguar thanks to Crimson Merrick and her new hacker girlfriend Jasmine Riviera it was all about phone calls. Releasing Jasmine to Crimson now that their own T16R355 effects had tamed down she allowed them to run errands.

Showered and refreshed the big game huntress who was earning a high-paid retainer via her former Major in a Black Ops unit, one Ismael Nicolas Sanchez, had a new job. First step as babysitter to Jasmine Riviera, now Nick's fucking pets Midnight Amador and Lillian Dawn Bearpaw were on her to do list.

Climbing into her van affectionately called Black Box she fired the vehicle up and began her trek up the coast. "You awake, Shadowbitch?"

"Who sleeps? I live on Batman time. How's the jawline?"

"Bruises! I deserved them."

"Yep! You probably need a few more bruises after that stunt last night. Fun watching you sluts slammin' labia, but you really did do 'em wrong."

"Can we just get past that Dyson?"

"Hangover?"

"I don't get hangovers."

"Tigger trigger?"

"Still prowling! I'll be fine. So, the Major is dosing his pets, eh? He can't get after me when he's using a milder version of T16R355. I know deep down Nick is laughing over the chaos. He may be trying to change but he still has his dark side just like me. This slave hangup he's got going is intriguing."

"What no bitching because your ancestors used to be slaves? In this area I might add thanks to Ancestry.com."

"Excuse me? You've been researching my ancestors?"

"How much do you know?"

"Zilch! Too busy making money and killing bad guys. Why are you digging in their graves?"

"You kill people, I kill time. It gets boring as all get out sitting here. Nicky may be a darn good bankroll but I'm needing to stretch some. Kind of hard to when you're in a wheelchair though."

"We could always turn Black Box into a shuttle van for you."

"Already have a few of those. I use my money the smart way. Nice wheels, nice digs, nice masseuse every other day. Bitch has a tongue you would not believe."

"TMI! Did Nick leave a beach house key or am I picking locks?"

"I can override the security system just like Nick can from his cell. He gave me the okay. Those FBI and CSI folks just got to the Shoals so he's a bit too busy to do this himself. He trusts us!"

"He better! Saved my ass in the field twice. Zero chances of my betraying him."

"Same! He tracked me when I was at my lowest point and built me a private empire. That soldier has my devotion."

"Passing that diner where the blonde works at. Looks like she just got to work herself." Opal breezed by Coastal Waiters as CC climbed out of her station wagon. In a hurry Caprice didn't even see the van's reflection zipping by on the main road. "I'll be back Blondie."

"So, do you want to know about ancestors?"

"Just the part you said about this area."

"Back in the Civil War you had relation held up in the Underground Railroad. Caretaker has some pretty nifty hiding places in the surrounding landscape."

"The Shoals Nick bought?"

"Possibly! There's no mention of Harbinger Shoals but there is one of a house two miles past it. Nobody's lived there in sixty years. I doubt you could even find it in the overgrowth. According to records a Navia and a Roy Boy were held there until the smugglers could get them North. A whole passel of negro slaves came through there. The home was owned by a Chester and Ava McBride back in the day. Buried there on the land with a son named Jacob. Those folks helped a whole lot of good people in the 1800's."

"Interesting! So, this Navia is who to me?"

"Auntie! Roy Boy was your great, great, great grandfather. Cameroon area of Africa is where he was captured and brought over from."

"I did hear my family came from there. No mention of Roy Boy though. All of the relatives I'm aware of were from Illinois."

"Escaped to there, likely to be near Honest Abe even if he was in DC. Your momma's side of the family."

"Nice! Unexpected! We'll talk more about my family another day. Something to look forward to."

"You know I have your sweet ass, Tiggeress. I zero in on your privates every chance I get." Dyson laughed then coughed. "Fucking cigarettes."

"They'll kill you."

"I'll suffocate happy."

"Pulling into Jericho's beach house now."

"I know! Nothing hides from me. Cameras on Black Box. Come on Opie you know I watch you masturbate when you're on stakeouts."

"I try not to think about that, but I also don't care. If it gives you a thrill more power to you."

"I knew you loved me." A grin on Opal's behalf she kept her fondness for her partner to herself. While never once seeing her face to face their friendship had grown over the last two years.

Pulling up to the garage the door automatically opened for her. "Open Sez Me!" Dyson babbled! "Destination Nicky's bedroom. There's a black briefcase under there. In it you'll find vials of HUGEne's X-AP347. Nicky says to mix it in with a blender concoction of oatmeal, bread and eggs. Five droplets in each bowl. You'll find the bowls in a dish strainer. One says DOREI that's Midnight's bowl, the other says SQUAWk. Nicky's hilarious! Racist bastard!"

"He can't be too racist if he's fucking the girls."

"Has he fucked you?"

"No! Come on, Shadow, Nick respects me. If he wanted me I'd spread my legs for him. He just sees me as an ally."

"I was joking about SQUAWk!" Dyson chuckled! "The bowl says ESCLAVA, Spanish for slave."

"And you call Nick racist? You're the racist."

"Whatever! I'd give my right wheelchair tire to rub twats with you and you know it."

"Where did Nick find you?" Opal laughed!

"Won't go there! Some secrets are better off not known. You wouldn't find me all that even if I weren't in a chair."

"Never know!"

"Nope! Never will know. Can't risk that. Or you, Beautiful!"

"Someday! I'd at least sit down and have a beer with you."

"Gonna lace me with T16R355?" She laughed! "Might be pretty funny to see me crawling across the floor at you with no back paws."

"Stop!" Opal's gut was hurting from the hacker's ability to jest without end.

"Right! Back to business. Use your cell, I'll patch in so I can follow along. Oh! How's the itching from losing your cunt hair?"

"What the fuck was in that bottle anyway? I haven't had a chance to ask Nick."

"HUGEne calls it 41-8R4217! Last half means BRAZIL as in wax job. Gene fell out of his chair when he heard you used it by accident. At least you won't have to shave your bikini area and legs ever again. That drug gets to the root of the problem big time. Shines the skin up too, but that needs a fresh coat every month. One app and its good for 30-45 days he says."

"Does shave me some time." Opal bantered back. "I'll live. Now if I'd washed my face with that and took out my brows and lashes, I'd have hunted Gene down."

"Don't take out the horse that feeds you, Tigger. No Gene no T16R355."

"Good point!" Cell working, Opal left the van and went through the garage and indoors. Moving into the bedroom she swiftly found the briefcase and procured a vial. "Nick stocked up."

"Just like you do."

"So, I need to boil water for oatmeal on top of this shit?"

"Scramble eggs too. Toast the bread. Put it all in the blender and split it evenly when you get to the diner."

"Why doesn't he have the girls meet me here for breakfast?"

"He demands public appearances."

"And this diner lets this go on?"

"Nick plans on buying the diner. The current owner is just holding out. Your blonde girlfriend has gone scandalous in that place too."

"Not surprised there." Water in pan, skillet on the burner, Opal broke out the food items and began cooking. "Were there any other instructions other than the food drop off?"

"Before you head out, he said to bring the anal hooks in the duffle bag under the bed. Attach them to their collars and hook their puckers."

"I get to play Trixi, huh?"

"You do look good in leather lingerie Mistress Obsibian." Typo on her birth certificate! It should have been Obsidian.

"I do at that. Think I should wear my leather? If the whores are naked and not getting arrested, I should be okay in a Trixi outfit. Wouldn't that just top off the Blondie's day if I showed up in six-inch stiletto boots."

"Do it I dare you." Dyson busted a gut.

"They are in the Black Box wardrobe beneath my bunk. All my new shiny skin is going to get plenty of attention."

"With T16R355 still in your system don't let it get the worst of you Opie."

"Always in my system Shadow. I'm just at a level that I can control right now." Oatmeal added to the boiling water she stirred it for consistency while cracking eggs with her free hand. "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen."

"Make sure you clean up after yourself or Nicky will dock your pay. You know he's anal about cleanliness."

"I got this." Less than ten minutes later she had breakfast in the blender and gently mixing it in with toast and portioning it out into the feeding bowls. Dosing both dishes with five drops each of X-AP347 she began using cellophane wrap to make certain it didn't dry out. Pausing she looked up at the interior cameras to see their angle.

Knowing that Dyson and Nick if they were watching couldn't see her, she did the unthinkable. Evil Trixi she was, the Savage quietly spat three shots of saliva into each dish. "Seasoned with low level T16R355 from my body chemistry, let's see what the Major's whores do when I sucker punch them. He won't know." Wrapped good she hauled them to Black Box and sat them in the passenger seat.

"Don't forget the fishhooks."

"I didn't forget. One thing at a time." Walking back inside, cell in her jeans pocket Opal stepped back into the main bedroom and dug under the bed for that duffle. Unzipping it she drew out the anal hooks with chains attached that went to collars. "Chains of oppression." She laughed! "The Major is a pimp, and those gorgeous cunts are his hookers."

"You ever try one of those?"

"Nope! Not my style." Back in the duffle for transport she carried them to the van as Dyson automatically opened the side panel door for her. Placing the bag on the floor before climbing in she saw the mattress frame in back rise up for her to reveal a combination clothing storage and arsenal. Mainly a second pair of Glocks and ammo, a few sweet grenades and a miniature flame thrower was along for the hide. Ride too!

"I'll change clothes out here except for the boots. Can't drive in stilettos." Saving the journey inside for her attire Opal went ahead and stripped out of her jeans and black t-shirt.

"Hurry it up. Lillian Bearpaw just drove on by in Nick's new Raptor. GPS on her cell and the truck so I can keep track of her movements. Right on time!"

"What about Amador?" Opal made her way into the van and neatly placed her former clothing before bringing out her black leather bustier and pants. Looking over the pants she frowned.

"Go with the fishnets and that darling G-string with lipstick over the twat. Too hot in Carolina there to wear leather pants."

"I was thinking that myself. No hair on my snatch that narrow arrow G-string will look laser sharp."

"Exactly! Great perverts think alike."

Dressing in the G-string first, the fishnets she rolled a portion of her waistline down into a belt, so they only covered her legs, hips, and thighs. A section over her pussy was net free and exposed everything but the G-string covering her vagina. The upper hem bordered her narrow dip leaving just a teaser of vaginal indentation. Her skin glossy where her former peach fuzz had been she was sexy as fuck.

Bustier covered most of her massive tits while laced tightly in front for a narrow exposure between her cleavage. The ribcage area also had laces with only the back of the bustier solid leather. On the back was an embroidered tiger in orange and white stitching that looked really pissed off. It looked badass. Tigress she served!

"Here Kitty Clitty!" Dyson chuckled!

"Fuck you, Dyson! You get too much of a kick out of watching me."

"You love it."

"I wouldn't say love it, but you know I don't give a shit. Where's Amador?"

"That Willy Gullivant just dropped his girly off at Irene Amador's. He's on his way to the diner now. Better get a move on Trixi Lou."

"Lock up Nick's ranch."

"Marcus Jericho's but hey! I'm on it!" Garage door lowering Opal crawled into the driver's seat of Black Box. The side door automatically closing, bunk returning to its home. "Burn rubbers, Baby!"

"Never use 'em! Can't have babies and I need the tiger in the tank. Picky on my conquests so, I'm good." Engine started the Tigress was back on the hunt.

********

Fifteen minutes ago!

"That's the Cooper's house." Will Gullivant pulled his brand-spanking new pickup truck out front, the address on the mailbox his clue. Having just had a phone call from Tilly Cooper over his ETA, he told her they were on the way. Convinced her sister was in good hands Tilly and Sheldon took her car and headed for Charleston Airport. Missing one another by minutes by going two different directions it was simply a matter of William sending them a text saying V was on duty. Once his bitch hopped out of the back of the truck bed that is. "Hurry it up V, I need to get Midnight to the diner."

"Just a second." Veronica Redmane hesitated with one leg over the tailgate, "Are you sure you don't want to say hi to your mom, Midnight?"

"I cannot. Kami has the say in that and I am on a timetable."

"Okay! Can I give her your love at least? A hug from you?"

"Just tell her I am happy."

"Gonzo! This crap is ruthless. If Nick doesn't come get you, I'll see you tonight."

"Yes. Care for my mother well."

"Always! She's like my mommy too."

"You may claim her."

"Later, Sis!" A puckered kiss goodbye she finished her tailgate drop to the street and hurried to William's side. "Quick kiss?" She climbed his step side and used those puckered lips. Allowing it after his being so cold toward V the last ten hours she was giddy. "Pick me up at 3:00."

"You can stay here a few days. I need time alone with Midnight."

"What? You're kicking me to the curb? WILL! I don't have a change of clothes to do... " William sneered at her then drove off. "WILLLLLLLLL!" She pouted and stomped her foot before mumbling, "Master?" Watching him turn the corner Veronica sighed, "You suck, Master."

Hearing the front door open she shifted her attention with a smile. "Hi, Irene!" A frown shared Irene Amador left the door open and went back inside the house. "This is going to be a long day."

Entering the house, she closed the door and took her tennis shoes off. "Did I upset you, Irene? Is it because Midnight didn't come inside to say hello?"

From the back bedroom Irene called out, "You are late."

"Blame it on W... sorry, we woke up late." She just couldn't place the reason on Will. She wasn't truly mad at him, merely confused and hurt, possibly jealous. "Where are you?"

"My sister's bedroom. I am looking for something to wear. Her idea of attire is pathetic. I will not be caught dead wearing a business suit or a floral print dress to my ankles."

"Uhhh? I remember seeing you wear long dresses out at your home."

"Those no longer exist. I have changed now that I am free."

"Do you miss Esteban?"

"Not in the least. I have decided that I wish to be a new woman. Not even some seamstress as Mister Sanchez has offered. I need to be stronger than wielding any needle and thread."

"For Midnight? She told me to tell you she is happy."

"Good! Midnight is no longer my burden. To be honest Veronica, I do not need you here to babysit me. My burns are feeling much better. Matilda thinks of me as a helpless patient, yet I cannot just sit here in her home for two weeks. I need exercise. If you must be here for me then, please understand that."

"Uh? Nick ordered me to stay with you for two weeks. I need the money he's paying me."

"Then you may stay but do so as I require, not as any daycare provider."

"Fair enough! How can I be of service?" She sighed! "Seeing as I'm now serving Will. He wants me to call him master like Midnight does Nick. It's fun but I don't know if it's something I can do long term."

"If you are useless to him then end your relationship."

"But I love Will. I... don't want to lose him. It's bad enough he's banging Midnight thanks to Nick." She realized her error and gnashed her teeth. "Sorry, Irene. I guess I shouldn't have said that part."

"If Mister Sanchez has given her to William under his direction she must obey."

"It's only temporary. But still, Will ordered me to live here with you the next few days until Nick reclaims Midnight and Dawn. I hope that's alright."

"As long as you do not fawn over me. I am hungry."

"Want me to cook you breakfast?"

"No! I want fresh air. Let us walk to the diner."

"Uh? That's where Will is taking Midnight."

"Then I will tell William that I made you take me there."

"That's a long walk. I do need to go back to my apartment for more clothes. I guess I could call my dad and ask for a ride."

"Do not bother, Joseph. We will take Sheldon's car."

"You don't have a driver's license, do you? I sure don't!"

"I am certain we can figure out how to drive."

"Right! Can't be that complicated. Find anything to wear?"

"My sister is so much bigger in the hips than I am. She does not wear blue jeans so that leaves me with the slacks belonging to her suits. Hideous!"

"What about a shirt of Mister Cooper's?"

"I would look as if I wore a parachute."

"Not if we work with it. Mind if I snoop?" A shared walk-in closet Veronica joined Irene and perused Sheldon's stockpile of shirts. Some he hadn't worn in years. Finding a white shirt that looked smaller than most she took the hanger off and held it in front of Irene. "I bet Sheldon was thirty pounds lighter the last time he wore this."

"Perhaps!" Irene mulled it over and simply untied her sister's borrowed bathrobe and dropped it to the carpet. Naked beneath save for bandages over her burns she claimed the shirt. Beet red Veronica turned her back to her best friend's mother. She did not need to see that much skin. Sadly, a mirror on the door to the closet reflected Irene's body.