So you want to know what I was up to, huh? Well I’m not
sure I want to tell the story and I’m not sure you can handle it. Oh what the
I suppose you could say I went through various periods so
I’ll take them in order.
First there was the period of time I was convinced I was
a lesbian. My friend, Missy Pratt, had me convinced I was gay. One night during
a sleepover at her house, she went down on me and I won’t lie. I liked what she
did a lot. It was my first ever orgasm with someone else there.
I did the girl on girl sex thing for a couple of months
and it was good, but I knew something was missing. Missy’s tongue, fingers and
her dildos just weren’t enough. Neither were the other objects she and I shoved
in each other. The rule was simple, if it fit we used it. You wouldn’t believe some of the things we
used to fuck each other.
To keep up appearances for our families, Missy and I
dated boys. It was on a date that I discovered guy on gal sex. Jimmy Thomas was his name. Jimmy and I went
to a movie and after the movie we went out to a parking-sparking spot by the
I was prepared to let him play with my boobs and I was
equally prepared to give him a hand job if necessary. When Jimmy kissed me, it
felt different from when Missy kissed me. I felt a stirring deep down inside me
that I didn’t feel with her.
It felt so good I let him take my bra completely off and
when he tried to get my skirt and panties off, I helped him. Jimmy’s fingers
felt different and much better than Missy’s fingers.
So with my legs wide open, one foot on his steering wheel
and one leg hanging out the window of his car I had my very first orgasm with a
“I’m going to fuck you,” Jimmy said. “I have a rubber so
is it okay?”
“Uh huh,” I said. Poor Jimmy didn’t know any more about
it than I did. He fumbled around and finally got the condom on and I had to
help him find where to put his dick.
Since I was soaking wet he didn’t have any trouble
getting it in me and when he did I had a huge orgasm. It was a good thing I could come easily
because Jimmy shot-off after a couple of strokes. He tried to pull out but I wrapped my legs
around him and held him in place. After a few minutes, he started getting hard
again and that time he lasted a lot longer. I had a couple beautiful climaxes.
“Missy was excited that I had gone all the way with a
boy. She demanded all the details.
“Did you suck his dick?” Missy asked me.
“No, should I have?”
“Yeah, they like that. My sister says you can get them
back up again using your mouth.”
“Jimmy didn’t have a lot of trouble getting hard again,”
I said. “Have you ever sucked a cock?”
“No, not yet, but I have to try it.”
“Me too,” I said. “Missy, I’m beginning to think we may
not be lezzies.”
“Maybe not, but I sure like it a lot when you lick my
puss,” she said. “I wonder what it feels like if a boy licks my pussy.”
I found out the answer to that a few nights later. I was
back at the lake with Jimmy and he went down on me and man alive, it was
good! By the time Jimmy got a condom on
and fucked me, I was flying high.
The next weekend I went out with another boy and I let
him have some. In fact, before the
school year was over I was known as Easy Nikki, a sure thing.
It was Jimmy’s cousin who got me into the gothic thing.
Ronald Pratt was one weird guy and he had a bigger dick than the other boys. I
became addicted to that dick and when he steered me toward gothic stuff I went
where he directed me to go.
I dressed the dress, I talked the talk, and I was a good
little Goth. To me it was just another
form of rebellion. My grandparents hated it so naturally I loved it. The Goth’s
I hung with weren’t into anything overly weird. No death fixation or self
mutilation or any of that shit.
Our little group was made up with six or seven girls and
three or four boys. There were a couple closet Goths. They didn’t dress gothic
until they were away from home and never dressed that way in public. The girls
hid their black or deep purple lipstick and nail polish. Not me I was a right
in your face Goth.
Subservient sex was a big part of our group’s behavior.
Ronald Pratt was head Goth and we girls all fucked and sucked when Ronald said
to. It was during my Goth period that I
first had group sex.
We had a headquarters of sorts in an apartment over
Ronald’s dad’s garage. The garage was not visible from their house so we could
come and go without being seen. I found
out later that Ronald’s dad knew all about us and a few times he joined us. I
got to fuck my first grown man in that apartment.
Things were going great for a while. I got plenty of hard
dicks to keep me occupied and there was enough diversified sex to make it
interesting. I don’t know what would
have happened if Ronald’s mother hadn’t found out what was going on in her
garage. After she walked in on some of
us fucking she put a sudden stop to that in a hurry.
“It’s funny because if she had been there half an hour
earlier she would have found her hubby fucking me,” Nikki said. “That ended my
Goth period. I’ll tell you more later because it looks like we have arrived.”
The Donavan Arms manufacturing place was a big sprawling
complex consisting of three large buildings and several smaller ones. Carlo
parked in front of one of the smaller buildings that was outside a high fence
and patrolling guards.
“What the hell do they make here that requires all this
security?” Nikki asked.
“The AR 12 and other weapons of destruction,” I answered.
“You, my dear, are a death merchant.”
“No shit? I’ve always wanted to be one of those,” she
It took several minutes for the receptionist to locate
someone important enough to greet us.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Case,” the man said
rushing to meet us. “Mister Fine told me that you weren’t coming for a few…oh
well. No matter, you are here aren’t you? I’m Gordon Swift and I’m the general
“You’ve spoken to Mister Fine in the past hour?” Nikki
said as we followed Mister Swift to his office.
“Yes, ma’am,” Swift answered after a long hesitation. “He
called and mentioned you wouldn’t be coming for a visit for some time.”
“Mister Swift,” I said. “Miss Case is not visiting. She owns this plant and
everything about it. You may want to get a clear understanding of that.”
He didn’t seem to take my counsel very well. In his office,
he was asked a lot of questions, both from Nikki and from me. His answers were
vague and incomplete.
“Who is the assistant general manager?” I asked him after
it was clear we weren’t getting straight answers.
“That would be Tony Woodberry,” he said.
“Is Mister Woodberry up to speed on the day to day
operations?” Nikki asked.
“Of course,” Swift answered looking confused. “Why do you
“Would you ask him to come in and sit in on this meeting?”
Nikki asked. A perplexed Gordon Swift picked up the phone and summoned his
Tony Woodberry was a nice looking black man. I guessed
his age at about thirty but not more than thirty-five.
“Mister Woodberry,” Nikki said when the man entered the office.
“I am Nikki Case. I am the owner of this company. Have you been informed of the
“Yes ma’am,” the man answered. “I was told a few days ago
that the change was pending and this morning that it was indeed a fact.”
“Mister Swift tells us that you are in the loop around
here, that you are up to speed in all matters concerning this business. Is that
“Yes ma’am, I am,” he answered.
“Good, because Mister Swift may not be with us much
longer,” Nikki said looking directly at a perspiring general manager. “This
gentleman is Mister Carver and he is my…what the hell are you, Jake?”
“So far I’m in charge of security, and household help.
And lover,” I added causing Nikki to laugh and Woodberry to smile. “Maybe I
have other positions that I’m not aware of yet.”
“We need to work on our patter,” Nikki said. “Anyway,
Mister Carver asked Mister Swift some questions about the production of some
kind of gun. Mister Swift either did not know the answer or wouldn’t give a
straight answer. Are you prepared to give straight answers, Mister Woodberry?”
He was and he did as far as I could determine. He answered truthfully until I
asked him what countries were the AR12 being sold to.
“All the NATO countries,” he answered. “And most of the
governments friendly to the United States. May I ask why you are inquiring
“Because when I asked Mister Swift he broke out in a cold
sweat,” I said. “Are you selling to some government that you shouldn’t be
“I can’t answer that,” Woodberry said. “Not with any
degree of certainty. I am aware that
there is a shipment in the warehouse that hasn’t been assigned a destination
that I’m aware of.” Gordon Swift looked like he was having a stroke of some
“How large a shipment?” I asked.
“A quarter of a million AR 12 assault rifles and a bit
over one hundred thousand Night Strike pistols,” Woodberry said.
“Who is the consignee, Mister Swift?” I asked. He
swallowed and wiped his face with a handkerchief. His mouth moved but no words came out.
“Nikki,” I said when it became obvious that he wasn’t
going to answer, “You should consider letting Mister Swift go on home and
allowing Mister Woodberry take over here.”
“Okay, but why?” she asked.
“I suspect that shipment was intended to be sent to some
government that isn’t on the US approved list. Is my guess in the ball park,
“I don’t know,” he finally managed to say. “I was waiting
to find out who it would be shipped to. “
“And who was going to tell you that?” I asked. He shook
his head and didn’t answer. I was pretty sure I knew the answer.
“Okay then,” Nikki said. “You, sir, are fired and you
Mister Woodberry are the man in charge.”
“I’m not sure you can fire me,” Swift said with
absolutely no conviction.
“Mister Woodberry, would you collect anything that
belongs to the company from Mister Swift and have him escorted from the
“And make sure security knows about the change in
management,” I added.
“I will,” Woodberry said. “Your gate pass and ID,
Gordon,” he said holding out his hand. Swift handed him the items and slowly
got to his feet. Woodberry made a phone call and two uniformed guards arrived
and took Swift away.
“I’m going out on a limb and guessing that’s not the
first mysterious arms shipment that has gone out of here,” I said to Woodberry.
“I’ve been here as assistant GM for two years,” Woodberry
said. “There have been two other large shipments that left under what I thought
were unusual conditions. Mister Swift
always handled the details so I assumed it was all above board.”
“Do you know who gave him the shipping information?” I
“No, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was that lawyer,
Fine. He was here a lot.”
“To your knowledge was Al Donavan aware that there were
arms leaving under unusual conditions?” Nikki asked.
“I saw Mister Donavan a total of two times since I came
here. It was my impression that he was involved with other things and not the
arms company. To answer your question, I don’t know, but I doubt it.”
Woodberry took us on a tour of the plant and we left there
about five o’clock that afternoon.
“I wonder what Al was involved in that took his mind off
of the main business?” Nikki asked on the drive back home.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “Maybe your houseguest can
answer that question.”
“I have no idea what Al was doing,” Sara said when she
was asked the question. “He stayed busy doing something in the city. He was
gone most of the time and sometimes didn’t come home at night. I know he had
some sleazy friends he hung with.”
“Sleazy how?” Nikki asked her.
“You know, regular sleazy dudes. Rough looking men and trashy
sluts. They came here sometimes.”
“Any names?” I asked her.
“There was one big black man Al called Snooky something,”
Sara said. “My lawyer called this afternoon and told me he’d see me in hell
before I got a dime of my money back.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nikki said.
“How can I not worry?”
“Because you get three meals a day and have a roof over
your head,” Nikki said. “I’ll take care
of it, Sara, so don’t worry.”
After dinner, Nikki and I went up to my room and piled up
in bed. Sleep was the last thing on our minds.
“That was good fucking, Jake,” Nikki said later. “Thanks
for the dick.”
“It was good,” I agreed. “Thanks for the pussy.”
“Anytime you want some, just help yourself,” she said
giggling. “How come we didn’t connect while we were in high school?”
“You were busy being…well busy being you and I was
fooling around with Wilma Rivers.”
“You ever get any from her?” Nikki asked with a grin.
“I’m betting you never scored.”
“No bet,” I said. “That snooty bitch sent me home every
time with a raging case of lover’s nuts. I didn’t know about Easy Nikki at the
time. That reminds me. You were going to finish the story of Nikki Case.”