Chances Premonition

This morning was the second time this week that Chance woke up in the holding cell. This time the hangover was worse. This time, he had been operating his vehicle. He assumed that a DUI charge would be added as well. He blinked; the harsh fluorescent lighting hurting his eyes. There had been a few others in the holding cell when he passed out earlier. He didn't see them anymore. The light from the cell window looked like it was pre-dawn. Nobody would have been released before 8 A.M. He groaned and closed his eyes again. Somebody nudged his leg. The woman's voice said, "Daddy. Do I have your attention yet?"

Who the hell would be calling him daddy he wondered. Probably some hooker, only the women were in another cell, supposedly. He looked up at the person and met a familiar set of eyes boring into his. Eyes he had seen a thousand different times when he had looked into a mirror.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you calling me daddy. I don't have any children."

"Yes, you do daddy. Mama is pregnant with me right now. I'm having a vision and I ended up in your dream 27 years ago. Weird, huh? It's probably easier for me to wrap my mind around it than it is for you."

"Let me wake up then. You're as bad as your mother; won't leave me the hell alone."

"Your stupid bastard friend Frank is going to rape her while you're in jail you know. You might have prevented it if you hadn't gotten yourself arrested."

"Why should I care?"

"Well, you can't change it. It's going to happen, he's going to rape her, but how you handle it afterward is what I'm telling you about. It will be your last chance to get to know me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your death is what I'm talking about, Daddy. It will be spectacularly ugly and it will involve that bastard you call your friend."

"Unbelievable."

"Suit yourself Daddy. Turn your back on Mama. Turn your back on me. It'll happen. Go back to sleep, Daddy."

Chance opened his eyes again. He smelled hours old puke somewhere nearby. The fluorescent lighting still hurt his eyes. Outside the window for the cell, it looked like it was past 8 A.M. His head throbbed. He'd gotten drunk on a practically empty stomach. His mouth tasted foul, like he had puked up all the alcohol he had drunk the day before. All the other fellows who had ended up in the holding cell appeared to be back again. Chance wondered if he'd really been dreaming of somebody who said she was his daughter, or had it been an alcohol induced hallucination? His midnight call to Frank had gone to the answering service. He hoped that Frank had gotten the message this morning, but it was Sunday. The prospect of being in holding another night annoyed him.

The guards had just gone through and threw baggies with bagels to all the people in the holding cells. Chance looked at the bagel. It looked like one of those mass produced pieces of barely baked tasteless dough. He couldn't be certain it would do anything for the pain in his empty stomach. He pinched off a small bit and put it in his mouth. He waited until he had built up enough saliva to soften it before he started to chew. At the very least, it modified and almost mitigated the foul taste left over from puking.

"Callahan, let's go, your lawyer is here."

The guard took him to a smallish room halfway along the entry hallway and opened the door.

"In here. You've got 10 minutes."

Frank was waiting at the table. "DUI Chance, is this your idea of finding some place to stay for the night while I work things out for you?"

Chance sighed and added, "Yeah, I fucked up. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Right now? You're going to sit tight while I pull some strings and hopefully get you a bail hearing on a favorable docket. You're going to owe me buddy. While I'm calling in some favors for you, I'm going to deliver the divorce paperwork to your wife. You still want that right?"

"Yeah, divorce papers, yeah, go ahead."

"I'm going to offer my services as a divorce lawyer to your wife, try to get in a fuck with her. You're okay with me fucking your wife, right?"

"What do you want me to say, Frank? It was your stupid idea to fake the marriage."

"I didn't fake it buddy. She could have agreed to have it annulled right away that day. Anyway, while you're waiting here, we can't double team fuck her like we use to do with those sluts in college, can we? I'll just advise her not to contest the divorce."

When Chance didn't respond, Frank stood and pushed the button on the intercom box, "We're done here."

The guard came to escort Frank to the exit and another walked Chance back to holding.

After Frank drove his auto over the Chance's house, he parked and pulled the divorce paper work from his briefcase. He was looking forward to parting Talia's legs and ramming his cock deep into her snatch. He had been disappointed that Chance had not let him keep the video Chance had of Talia stripping down. He thought that would have been primo spank material. Chance might think that Talia was not his type, but Frank didn't have a type. He would fuck any woman. Height, weight, shape didn't matter as long as she had a cunt, he would happily fuck her.

He whistled a perverted tune as he sauntered to the front door and rang the doorbell and continued the tune as he waited for Talia to answer the door.

When Talia opened the door partway she said, "Chance isn't here, come back later."

Frank jutted one foot forward so that it crossed the threshold. "I know Chance isn't here. I'm here to speak to you Talia."

"Go away. You've messed me and Chance over enough already." She tried closing the door, but Frank's foot didn't budge.

Frank put his hands against the door and pried it further open and stepped into the doorway. Talia tried again, but wasn't strong enough to force him back out, so she braced against the door hoping that he wouldn't force himself further within. He had folded pages of paper in his grasp and waved the papers in front of her.

"I'm delivering these divorce papers for Chance. I'll wait for you to sign them. Need a pen? I've got one here."

"Go away Frank, I'm not signing those. Oh and by the way, you're fired."

Frank took another step in through the doorway, leaving Talia little choice but to yield control of the door.

"I'd make an excellent divorce attorney, Talia. I'd be at your beck and call for consolation throughout the proceedings."

Talia thought she had a pretty good idea of what that consolation implied. She tried a more commanding tone of voice, "Leave Frank. You've messed with things you don't understand, and you're just going to make them worse if you persist."

"Just look at your face, Talia, all battered and bruised. Did Chance do that to you? I understand you didn't press charges against him for that," he leered.

Talia registered the look of lust on Frank's face and stopped trying to control the door. "What of it?"

Frank took another step, "Maybe... you like it a bit rough, eh?" He leered again.

"No," Talia stated emphatically.

"Let's test that, shall we Talia?"

Frank cornered Talia against the wall behind the door. Before she could turn away Frank had slid a hand past the waistband of her skirt, down through the waistband of her panties and grabbed her mound. His middle finger probed and prodded her clit, flicking it until it became engorged and swollen. Her slit started to dampen despite her desires. His finger then forged ahead to explore her wetness.

"I thought so," Frank said, "just like the slut in the video that stripped down and offered to fuck Chance."

Again, Talia emphatically stated, "NO!"

Frank retorted, "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes Talia. It definitely feels like you want to be fucked."

Talia slapped Franks arms and shoulders and face with little effect, so she tried kicking and scratching until her knee landed a glancing blow to Frank's crotch causing him to double over in pain so that he released her from the wall. Talia tried to run away from the doorway. Frank dove for her legs and snagged an ankle sending Talia sprawling forward onto her stomach, stunned. Frank grabbed handfuls of her skirt to drag her back. Instead, her skirt waistband slipped easily past her ass. Frank grabbed her panties and tugged hard. The fabric parted at the sides so Frank yanked what was left away from her body exposing her ass.

Talia fought to get her breath back and tried to lever herself upward to run again, but Frank fisted her blouse and yanked three times until the neckline gave way. Talia twisted so that she could fight with her hands. Frank rewarded her effort by savaging her breasts as he dragged her bra downward. Her bra also gave way to the rough treatment. Again Talia tried raining blows upon Frank's head and shoulders to little avail. She just didn't have the strength to affect the ex-football player. Frank stepped on her skirt while dragging Talia up by the armpits. Her clothing mostly ripped from her body, he spun her around and shoved her into the dining room and pinned her to the table. Frank worked his pants waist band down with one hand while pressing her to the table. He held his cock to her vagina and circled the head in her damp folds briefly before shoving it in. Talia felt the weight of him banging against her back side, forcing her hip bones to collide with the edge of the table. With her already dampened slit and Frank's smaller size compared to Chance, Talia felt no real discomfort from being raped aside from her hip bones banging the table edge.

"Damn Frank, at least Chance made me feel like I was being fucked."

Frank grew angry with Talia's taunting. He pulled his cock from her and placed the head at her anus.

"Chance beat you to it little man."

Frank stabbed at her anus with his cock, not penetrating but battering her sensitive hole with his thrusting. Talia was starting to enjoy the sensation but then his cock slipped back into her pussy. Talia groaned at the realization that maybe Frank was right to assume she enjoyed rough sex. Her vagina throbbed and slathered more of her juices up and down the length of his shaft, enough to coax his effort to rape her asshole once again. This time Frank held the head of his cock tight against her puckered asshole bearing down with all his weight until he started to wedge in further and further. The two of them grunted with the effort until Frank felt the ridges of his cockhead slip past the boundaries of Talia anal ring. Talia yelped in pain as Frank grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. Using that extra leverage he slammed the rest of his shaft inside her until his pubic mound bottomed out against her ass cheeks.

"Aaahhhh," Frank cried as he started rocking in and out of her ass, "God Damn what a tight sweet ass you've got Talia. Oh man is this good!" Frank picked up the pace of his grinding against her hips.

Before long, Talia attempted to hide her climax yelling, "Get the hell out of my ass, you fuck stick!" But the clenching of her anus milking his rod was unmistakable as was the drenching of his thighs by her gushing ejaculation. Frank's cock shot dozens of spasms of cum into her anal canal before he collapsed onto her back panting.

Talia decided to wait for Frank to leave before attempting to get off the table. After about 5 minutes, Frank bent down and picked up the paperwork he had dropped before raping her. He slammed it on the table near her and growled, "Sign it slut," before slapping her ass and walking away. He slammed the front door on the way out as well, and Talia picked herself gingerly up off the table. She finished removing her tattered bra and dropped it to the floor, then shuffled to the front door to lock it and set the alarm on.

"Ugh. I definitely need a shower to wash the slime off," Talia grumbled as she made her way back to the master bathroom.

While Chance sat and waited in the holding cell, one by one the occupants were either bailed out or had slept off their drunkenness and been released. There were only two other detainees when Chance drifted off to sleep. He dreamed while he napped.

In his dream, he was on an office sofa somewhere, nowhere he had seen before. His pants were down around his ankles. A woman in a skirt suit was on his cock, skirt bunched up high around her waist, her arms pinned behind her back by Frank while Frank fucked her in the ass. The woman was grimacing at the same time she was panting from arousal. He felt her slick pussy sliding up and down on his shaft, Frank's cock rubbing against his through her vaginal wall as he plunged in again and again. She moaned and hissed and grunted. He could tell that Frank was near cumming, his breathing ragged.

Frank grew rigid and his body shuddered as he climaxed, his grasp on her arms faltering until he let go. Since Frank was no longer holding her up, the woman steadied herself with a hand against his chest. Her waist still in his grasp he started bouncing her more vigorously up and down on his cock. Her other hand reached up underneath the front of her suit top as she arched her back. When she pulled her hand back out it held a small handgun which was then pointed at his chest. Chance grabbed at her hands trying to control the handgun and wrest it away. As he tried to deflect her aim the gun went off twice before he let go when the rounds struck his abdomen. The blood that pulsed forth from his wounds was almost black and he felt weak.

Frank grabbed the woman and lifted her up. She aimed between her legs and fired another three times. One of them caught Frank in the groin and he dropped her. She scrambled away from them and assumed a firing position, double handed grip like she knew what she was doing. She was trembling from the adrenaline Chance saw. It didn't mean she wasn't capable of shooting effectively again, but she didn't need to. Frank was on the floor mewling and holding his groin, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Chance didn't have the energy to move. It felt like he was getting colder, like his life was ebbing out. The smell of cordite hung in the air. The young woman's face morphed into the same face he had seen earlier that morning. The face that said she was his daughter. She appeared calmer. She looked at him and said, "Remember Daddy. You have a choice you'll have to make soon."

Chance startled awake from his vivid dream, sweat dripping down his chest feeling clammy all around his neck and down his back. A baggy with a cheese sandwich landed on the bench beside him. It was around 1 P.M. "Damn it Frank. What the hell is taking so long?"

Frank picked Chance up from holding around 2:45 P.M. to transport him to the courthouse. "Ordinarily, I can't get a bail hearing for a DUI on a Sunday Chance, but I called in some favors."

"Okay, thanks Frank."

"A LOT of favors Chance. You owe me big time, Chance. And I know just how you are going to pay me back."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, your Talia, she was a fighter Chance... a real sweet piece of ass if I do say so myself. Reminded me of our college days. I want that thrill back Chance. When we double teamed those sluts in college we were unbeatable pal. And I have just the slut in mind for you to help me with; a little lawyer vixen that has been vexing me in divorce court lately. I've had me a taste of raping, and I want to rape her."

"What makes you think we can get away with it Frank?"

"That's the best part pal... I've heard she has the hots for you!"

"What? When did I cross paths with her?"

"She saw you in Double Tap bar a couple of days ago when you stopped by to see me. She asked me specifically if I'd give you her number! That's rich, right? Pretty soon, we're gonna be double tapping her, if you know what I mean..."

In the courtroom, Frank pointed out the targeted lawyer to Chance while they waited for their docket to be called.

"Doesn't she carry Frank?" Chance whispered.

Frank whispered back, "I've heard that too. But I've got it worked out. Only the judges are allowed to carry in the courthouse. Everybody else can't. All I've got to do if find out when she had a court case and it'll mean she's not carrying that day."

Chance looked at her again when she happened to turn at an angle her face was partially visible. She reminded him of the woman he and Frank were fucking in his dream.

"I've got a bad feeling about her Frank." Chance whispered to Frank.

"I've got it covered Chance. Don't worry about it. I'll give you her number after we get finished. All you'll have to do is wait to call her until I give you a date and you arrange to meet her at her office to pick her up. Piece of cake, okay?"

After the bail hearing and bail was arranged, Frank drove Chance back home, "So, sorry your pickup truck is still in impound Chance. You should be able to settle the bill and get it out any time tomorrow. I'll give you a call later this evening when I know what Ms. Taft's docket schedule is. You'll be able to set up a date with her and we'll have our fun. Oh, and say hi to Talia for me. And thank her for the fuck too."

When Chance walked into the house, he noticed that it was spotless like it had been cleaned, aside from the still folded and cum stained divorce paperwork sitting on the dining room table. The papers did not look like they had been opened. Talia did not seem to be around the house either. Chance thought maybe she had finally decided to move out, though he wasn't quite sure why she had bothered cleaning the house before leaving. He found the remnants of her ripped and shredded clothing in the trash bin. It looked like Frank had been forceful when he visited and Talia had still cleaned up afterward.

Chance scowled and thought about that, fuming. Why did Talia persist in cleaning his house when she was unwelcome in it he wondered? But still, she was not around. Chance wondered to himself, where the fuck is she? Then he got mad. At first he got mad that she hadn't let him know where she would be. Then he got mad at himself for actually thinking like she mattered to him.

His cell phone rang. It was Frank calling. He let the call go to voice mail while he made himself dinner. He hadn't eaten since the day before yesterday, and he was starting to feel the effects of not eating. After eating he felt better and calmer. He listened to the voicemail Frank had left. Frank had instructed him to make a date to meet that lawyer on Wednesday to pick her up for dinner. Frank would of course be waiting to walk into her office with him.

Chance turned toward his bedroom to get some sleep. The mirror had always been in that same spot in the hallway between his dining room and his bedroom since he had purchased and furnished the house. He had casually glanced in that very same mirror thousands of times before when he had walked from dining room to bedroom. This time he saw the reflection of a young woman staring at him through the same eyes he had always seen when he glanced at a mirror. The eyes were those of a young woman who had in a dream earlier in the day claimed to be his daughter. He heard her voice. It said, "Last chance Daddy."

He looked down at the cell phone in his hand. He had entered the number of the young lawyer that Frank wanted to rape. His thumb hovered over the button to send the call.