(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 009: MONARCH
"Man, we need more machetes to get back in here."
Newly hired carpenter Niles Gullivant snarled trying to avoid branches swatting him. With Nick Sanchez in the lead moving quickly Niles was flinching every few feet and protecting his face. Behind Niles was his son William and his son's girlfriend Veronica. V was not happy, first that she was in a dress and being pulled along into the unknown, two that she was even out here to begin with. She had been to this place one other time when she was 17 with Will but they had seven others with them, so they had more protection against the wildlife. With alligators and snakes hiding out it was pretty scary. Not to mention the ghost stories about this place being haunted, that always went over well. If that were true Tilly Cooper sure didn't warn Nick when he bought the place. Not that it would have mattered, Nick was not superstitious, he owned a black cat as a kid. Of course, it got killed by a falling ladder. No pets since.
"I'm hiring some groundskeepers tomorrow to come out here and clear things up. I guess I should have started there before contacting you, I'm just stoked to get going on the structure so I can move in."
"Why would you leave that beach house?" Veronica ventured into the conversation. "You're going from fancy to haunted house."
"Not my beach house." He ignored the haunted part.
"You could have bought another beach house."
"I like rustic and isolated. Keep up with me, I killed a four-foot-long coral snake out here yesterday."
"Can't I just wait in the truck?" She squealed hearing of his hunter status, watching her every foot fall in the tall grass. Why she wore heels was beyond her, mostly because she wanted to look sexy for Nick. Will of course didn't complain he loved the girl in sexy dresses. Hell, he just loved her period.
"Oh, no!" Her boyfriend Will snatched up her wrist, "After that stunt back at the diner you're not leaving my side Princess."
"What? You liked it." She whimpered trying to be funny under stress. "Mister Sanchez? Can I ask you a question?"
"Nope!" Nick continued his swath of foliage destruction to make a better path until they reached the wooden bridge across the twenty-six-foot-wide stretch of backwater swampland within a deep ravine. "Careful of Fido too."
"Fido?" Niles winced, "Oh! Gator? That big guys lived here since I can remember. Locals call him Steeltoe."
"Why steel toe?" Nick paused.
"Everyone wanted to make alligator boots out of him, but nobody wanted to get close enough. Someone got the idea to use a bear trap on him, but it barely made a scratch on his hide. Few scars I guess but he's still kicking."
"He was here before me. We can coexist."
"All yours Homeowner. As long as he doesn't get in the way of anyone, I bring out here to work."
"Like me." Will chuckled. "First up a tree I guarantee it."
"Can we stop talking about things that go bite in the night?" V cringed at the edge of the bridge, hugging up on Will's backside for safety.
"Lot of rotted planks there Sanchez." Niles pointed out, "We might want to structurally support it better before you drive over it."
"First thing then. Get some measurements. I want a tractor on the property to mow in two days. Same for tree cutters, these low branches are annoying. It's time this place looked right out of a postcard."
"Agreed. Only one problem."
"Problem?"
"I'm not going under this bridge without waders and a shotgun. Need to calculate what the underpinning looks like and how much lumber we need." Niles posed his tape measure. "All yours Boss."
Frowning at his contractor's less than gutsy attitude Nick Sanchez took off his boots and socks before claiming the tape measure and his sole machete. Veronica and Will's eyes bulged at his bravado; the dude was crazy. Easing around the edge of the bridge Nick slowly made his way down into the swamp water and muck disappearing under the bridge itself. Nile's hugged the side railing realizing it could use a bit of support itself. Weak but not to the point of crumble and collapse.
"He's insane." V whimpered.
"Making you wet?" Will sneered.
"Shut up Will!" She winced back then stuck her tongue out at him. "Yes." All he could do was shake his head. He didn't know who was crazier, Sanchez or Veronica. Of course, he was still hard after seeing their friend Midnight Amador and her fellow waitress Caprice Comstock naked in the diner. Insanity must be contagious.
Leaning carefully on the edge of the bridge's railing Niles peered down keeping tabs on movement in the water. Utilizing his cells notepad to jot down measurements and needed board count as Nick called them out, he was torn between lookout and secretary. Finally, he told Will to be his eyes. Veronica lonely as Will joined his dad moved to the other side of the bridge trying to find Nick through the narrow gaps in the planking. Right above Nick she stood knowing all he had to do was look skyward and see up her skirt. Veronica was just plain shameless. Too bad for her Nick Sanchez was all business. Rolling her eyes, she opted to lean on the rail and felt it loosely sway, yelping she nearly broke it. Yep, that side needed support. Escaping a swim if she had fallen over, she quickly returned to Will and Niles for security.
Nick yelling measurements and reporting damage used his own cell to snap pictures of the worse of the rotted wood. In all reality the entire bridge should have been torn out and rebuilt. Nick didn't feel it necessary, thinking a patch job might suffice. Once his mission was over, he crawled through the water and up the bank on the other side of the bridge. Startling them as he let them know of his whereabouts, he whistled for them to join him. "Bring my boots." V felt generous, following the men until she handed Nick his footwear.
"Just call me puss in boots."
"You're not wearing boots." He winces putting them on.
"Quit knocking it. Unless they're boots." She giggled and playfully peered at him over her brow.
"Mind out of the gutter, I know they need repaired too." Nick scowled. With Niles pointing at her to behave herself she clung to Will and held hands the remainder of the way to the homestead.
"Porch is pretty rotted, termites and weather. Whole house is probably infested."
"I didn't notice much termite damage inside the house. Foundation is brick so I might get lucky."
"I hope so." V giggled then bit her tongue.
"One track mind." Will gripped her chin then kissed her.
"Concentrating on the main house, right?" Niles looked around nudging the porch's support pillars finding them sturdier than expected. The porch deck definitely needed rebuilt or that big ass balcony above was coming down. "Barn?"
"Can you do the barn? Out of your league?"
"I can manage."
"Just replace the worst areas on the barn, loft, roof, load bearing. Main house takes priority, flooring, walls, roof."
"Got it!"
"I'll let you make a list. There's something I want to check out." Nick takes a walk leaving Niles to do his calculations. Will took Veronica on inside the home telling his dad he'd check out things, snap cell pics, and let him know what might be required. What he really wanted was to be alone with Veronica and at least get a BJ after all that crap at the diner. Nodding at them Niles set about his measuring and lumber list, nail count, bracing, etc.
Entering the home to gloom and doom, the young couple immediately felt dread as if they were not alone, yet it was likely just fear of the unknown. Taking a few cell pics to satisfy his dad in a hurry he led V down into the basement. She cringed every step of the way hugging his side as if a second skin.
"We couldn't have gone upstairs instead. There are spiderwebs everywhere Will. There could be snakes."
"Just relax."
"You relax! Your hand is gripping the circulation out of mine."
"Right! Better let you get the feeling back in it, "He chuckles, "I want a hand job. Blowjob too."
"Here? Are you crazy? I'm not getting on my knees in this basement." She whimpered, "I can barely see because the egress windows have so much dust on them."
"What egress? They're just panes, that one is broken."
"There could even be animals in here. Possums or something."
"That would be me." He growled and rushed her against a wall kissing on her neck and lifting her sundress up to her waist to finger her. Easing her G-string aside it was instant access. While stressed over varmints she hardly put up a fight. After getting her nice and primed with the assist of probing fingers he stepped back and unzipped his jeans bringing them to his knees, boxers followed. Boasting a sturdy erection, he stroked it in front of her.
"Will! Don't make me kneel on this nasty concrete." She pleaded her case.
"No problem!"
Catching her off guard he picked her up off her feet and manhandled her in midair until she was upside down, her knees on top of his shoulders. Skirt easily drifting out of the way he buried his face in her juiced-up pussy, tongue wagging. Squealing at his hunger she found her face directly in front of his penis, slapped upside the head even. Delighted to not have to kneel she swallowed his beast while squeezing his balls at the same time. Pretty Miss Redmane loved to give head; these conditions only made the mystery that much more exciting.
William, thankful his girlfriend was 100 pounds wet managed to hold his balance, utilizing the wall behind him as support. Resting against a wooden shelving with mason jars on it a few got knocked off in the vibrations shattering into tiny shards on the concrete floor. In their sensual struggle to keep one another happy the shelf itself began sliding in a dull creak. They didn't realize it at first until their body weight eased with the moving unit's departure. A sudden draft caressing Will's bare ass made his eyes pop wide. Within his thoughts he puzzled, "Where did that gust come from?" From gust to gush Veronica squirted her joyful flood over his chin. His feeding on her slowed up but remained faithful enough to get the job done.
Teetering, the shelf gave way in a noisy screech resulting slide. Feeling open air on his backside made him lift his chin away to realize something was definitely not right. Standing up straight even as Veronica's obsessed hunger over his cock made him grit his teeth, he shuffled in a circular motion to face the wall.
V's ass now caught a breeze that soothed her entire back, her dress draping down to her shoulder blades. A leg kicking wildly finds open air behind her, making her hesitate in her deep throat thrusts. Eyes opening, she darts her eyeballs from side to side trying to get her bearings. She wanted creamy jizz so kept sucking, but finally succumbed to something not being right. Releasing his cock, she offered up a suspicious, "Will?"
