THE SHARK AND SEAL – TOURISTS IN HELL
Ch. 21 – The Anal Virgin, Part 3
GARY
“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” Rex’s tone remained deceptively carefree.
“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” the man mimicked. “Are you insane?” The bearded sheriff sighed with a shake of his head, looked away before staring off toward the woods behind my bar. They were standing about 25 ft. from the emergency exit, and I was hiding strategically just behind the dumpster – close enough to hear every word and peek around the corner without being seen.
“This going to have a body count?” the sheriff spat.
Rex shrugged. “Maybe. So what if it does?” No apology there, that raspy voice just cool and fierce as ice.
“You know better. This isn’t your first rodeo. What are you thinking? This kind of shit is bad for business – for both of us.”
Rex just shrugged again. “I pay you to look the other way. I thought we had a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
The sheriff snorted. “Yeah, well, the arrangement won’t be ‘mutually beneficial’ much longer if you keep this up. I’ve already intercepted one call to dispatch from a witness in the bar, says you’re raping and torturing two young couples. That true?”
The burly biker scratched the top of his shaved head and shifted a bit, almost embarrassed, as if he’d been caught with a hand in the cookie jar rather than orchestrating a heinous crime. “Yeah, so?”
“So… you think I can protect you? You think I can protect you if you continue to act like this is the Wild West of the 1800’s out here? It’s the 21st century. This county isn’t your personal fiefdom.”
Rex spat and glared back at the sheriff. “I don’t know nothin’ about any ‘fiefdom,’ but here’s what I do know: I pay you good money. Now I’ll pay you even better money, and this time, instead of just looking the other way, you’re going to play lookout and help keep tonight’s fun under wraps for me.”
“You ugly son of a bitch, you think you can dictate terms to me, eh?” Greeley reached for his Glock, but two of Rex’s lieutenants appeared out of nowhere, flanking the sheriff from behind with handguns pointed at the back of his head.
“Keep a cool head, old man. Don’t do anything stupid,” Rex added. “This doesn’t have to go sideways. Almost all the truckers and hunters, all the locals, they know who keeps the lights on when no one else will.” Rex was right. As brutal as these bikers were, they treated the locals like family of a sort. If a husband or wife or child had an unexpected medical bill that would have made a family go bankrupt or caused real hardship, Rex’s Frost Demons always intervened with a nice, fat wad of cash to earn a little undying loyalty. It wasn’t exactly a bribe, but it wasn’t exactly not a bribe either.
With the locals as de facto allies, even if Greeley had wanted to bust the Frost Demons, he would have had one hell of an uphill battle ahead of him.
Grimly, Greeley withdrew his hand from his holster.
“OK, fine. Double the price and we can talk.”
Rex nodded. “Now there’s the reasonable businessman I know. Consider it done.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I kept peering around the corner of the dumpster, mind racing as I wondered what Rex expected his extra payment to buy him.
“And in return? What do you think this new price gets you?” Greeley hissed.
Rex chuckled. “Not too much, Sheriff. Just this: From now until sunrise, I want you to keep a lookout outside the bar and stop anyone else coming by in a vehicle you don’t recognize. If anyone comes looking for our out-of-towners, like friends or relatives staying at the same motel or resort or whatever… I want you to bring them to me.” Rex smiled. “Anyone who calls either of these bitches and their bitch-boys friend or family is a potential problem. And I don’t like problems. Understood?” He handed the sheriff a piece of paper and rattled off the names of the four unfortunate tourists inside.
Sheriff Greeley stared at the note, tucked it into his pocket, and then shifted from one foot to the other, staring off into the distance as he considered the gang leader’s offer.
“I’ve got to ask, Rex… why? Is it really worth it? One witness or one lingering piece of evidence, that’s all it will take to bring us both down. Is your fun worth that?”
But Rex chuckled darkly. “You don’t understand, old man. This is payback. This is what that slut and her crew get for making me look weak in front of my boys and running me off the road. Fun? Nah. This isn’t really about no ‘fun.’ This is about the basic law of the jungle. Any fun is just a byproduct.” He continued, “And listen up: sometime before sunrise, the SUV the two couples took to Gary’s bar, that might just, oh, I don’t know, disappear. If you end up having to investigate, keep me in the loop. That’s all I ask,” Rex finished, each word enunciated with extra meaning.
“If this becomes a real pain in my ass and I have to stonewall or engineer a fall-guy for a quadruple-murder investigation, then I’m quadrupling my fee instead of doubling it. Got it?”
The biker leader nodded. “You got it. But it won’t come to that, Sheriff. No bodies found, no murder, right? Just a bunch of flaky tourists getting themselves lost in the Alaskan wilderness, never to be heard from again. You just let me and my men take care of things. Just do your job tonight and everyone wins.”
Rex thrust out his hand, and a grimacing Greeley took it. As the demon and the devil shook hands, I realized that maybe the less I knew about the details of their little arrangement, the better. Too late for that though.
Well… fuck.
It would be such a waste – two hot cunts taken out of circulation. Then again, maybe if they played their cards right, maybe they could get Rex to take them in as fuck-slaves. I’d heard rumors about Rex’s gang dabbling in human trafficking, even keeping some of the girls for themselves…
Either way, my instincts had been right. Rex and his men were about to cross into darker territory tonight.
I ducked back inside before my patrons could miss me and before Rex could spot me. I wasn’t sure how he’d react to me hearing things I wasn’t supposed to have heard. The gang leader and I were on good terms for the most part. I didn’t want to push it though. That was the thing about Rex, like any true criminal. Like a seemingly docile predator at the zoo, one moment he might seem friendly enough, but those claws and those fangs could come out at any moment.
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Back inside the bar, I walked in just in time to see petite babe getting her ass railed. Thicker was plowing into that once-virgin butthole like he owned it. The surrounding tables of patrons watched with gleeful shouts and a chorus of encouragement. The Frost Demon I’d nicknamed ‘Thicker’ was gripping her waist tightly, thrusting his turgid cock between her ass cheeks like an animal. The table shook beneath them because of the biker’s zeal. It wasn’t the violence of each fuck that had me so fascinated though.
The slender brunette, there was something different about her…
END of CH. 21