Lucifer's Daughter: A Most Risque and Devilish Story

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Chapter One

Monday, May 1, 1978

In 1978 cocaine was considered a harmless recreational drug with a prestigious persona as well. Indulgence was the theme in 1978 and many people indulged in sex, drugs, and alcohol. Nick Stevens, a route driver for a beer distributor had the perfect job for the times. And even though Nick, age 25, was a pleasure seeker he was success oriented, desiring the supervisor position, which would be available in September. His co-worker and nemesis, Bob Bobson, aka Bob the butt kisser, was also a candidate for the job.

At 5:30 a.m. Nick parked his red Pontiac Trans Am in front of Donna’s apartment. At seventy degrees it was a warm and humid Georgia morning and walking up the flight of stairs to Donna’s apartment caused tiny beads of sweat to appear on Nick’s forehead. Lightly he knocked on her door. You made it, Donna said after opening the door.

Yes of course, Nick replied, then he walked inside.

Donna, age 26, was wearing a white negligee that was short and sheer. Only two buttons were fastened and her flat stomach was exposed. Her pear-shaped breasts were easily perceived through the thin fabric and more temptation was clad by her white bikini panties. Her honey-blond hair softly flowed past her shoulders and her blue eyes were sweet, yet mesmerizing.

I admit that I was surprised at your invitation, Nick said.

Donna then put her arms around Nick’s neck. You’ve given me cocaine numerous times, Donna said, and you’ve asked me out a few times.

Yea and you always turned me down when I asked you out.

That was because I had a boyfriend. You know that.

Since I’m standing here in your apartment I assume your boyfriend is gone.

You assume correctly. He moved out over the weekend as planned.

So you’re a lady free?

Yes, I’m a lady free.

I should pounce on you like a wolf.

How about we do a couple of lines, then you can pounce on me.

That sounds good.

Donna then gave Nick a quick kiss. She smiled. Next Donna held Nick’s hand and led him to the bar counter, which separated the kitchen and living room. On the counter was a four-inch by six-inch mirror with a walnut stained wooden frame. From a corner section of a sandwich bag Donna extracted a quantity of cocaine with a butter knife and dumped it on the mirror. With a single-edge razor blade she constructed four lines, then handed Nick a three-inch section of plastic straw. Go ahead and pick you out two, Donna then instructed.

With fingers from his left hand Nick pressed his left nostril closed; with his right hand he held the short straw to his right nostril and snorted one of the lines.

Whew! Nick responded.

Go ahead and do the other one, Donna encouraged.

With his left nostril Nick snorted the second line, then handed the short straw to Donna. Exuberance rushed throughout his body. His face became numb, his heart beat ferociously and his hazel-colored eyes became wide open. Next, Donna snorted her two lines. A gleaming smile appeared on her face, then she began kissing Nick with wild hunger. The cocaine was enhancing their arousal just as blood enhances a shark’s frenzy.

After some frantic kissing and caressing Nick said, "Gosh, you’re sexy.

You have got me so hot, Donna replied.

Nick then removed Donna’s nightie. She eagerly unbuttoned Nick’s white South Beer Co shirt. His chest was muscular and his dark wavy hair touched his shoulders. Next, Donna unfastened Nick’s black leather belt, then unfastened his gray pants. Fearless, Donna grabbed Nick’s standing eagerness. In me. I want you in me, Donna declared. Then she yanked his pants and brief down to his ankles.

Nick, with his right hand, grasped Donna’s white bikini panties and ripped them from her body. Seconds later Nick and Donna were lovers in position. With Donna’s hands on his shoulders and her legs around his waist, Nick firmly held Donna’s fanny while moving her outward and inward. As Nick maintained his grip on Donna’s bottom he increased the intensity of the motion. With Donna’s loud cries it sounded as though she was being tortured.

Soon both Nick and Donna climaxed.

Wow that was intense, Donna said to Nick after she placed her feet on the floor.

Yes wow, Nick replied. This is an amazing Monday morning.

We could have a good thing here.

Clarify please. You know I’m kind of slow.

No you’re not slow. You’re highly intelligent and calculating.

Damn, I think I met my match.

Exactly. Now as I was saying … We could have a good thing. We’re friends and now we’re lovers too.

This is a good thing.

But Nick.

Yea.

Let’s don’t let love mess up what we have, okay?

Yea, I guess love can mess up a relationship.

You’re darn right it can. Look what happened with Todd and me. We were in love for about two years, but now we can’t stand each other. It’s a wonder we didn’t kill each other. I’m glad he moved out and I’m sure he feels the same way. So, we won’t let love mess up our relationship, okay?

Yea okay, we’ll keep our wits about us.

Do you want to do a couple more lines before you leave?

Yea sure.

Donna placed another small pile of cocaine on the mirror then arranged four lines. She snorted two and Nick snorted two. It was 6:30 a.m. Wow, you’ve got me zooming, Nick said.

I wish you had time to go to the bedroom, Donna replied.

Me too, but I have to be at work at seven.

So I guess I’ll see you at the tavern around ten-thirty?

Yea, I should be there by then.

Thanks for coming over on your way to work, Donna said as she put her arms around Nick.

Thank you for inviting me.

Nick and Donna kissed and then Nick walked to his car and drove away. For a year Nick had wanted to have sex with Donna. Finally it had happened. Nick and Donna met each other when she was hired as a bartender at Smokey’s Tavern, which was one of Nick’s accounts. Donna worked from ten in the morning to six p.m. Nick delivered beer to Smokey’s Tavern twice a week but often stopped by there for a drink in the afternoon. These encounters had allowed for Nick and Donna to become good friends.

Since Nick delivered beer to bars, restaurants, grocery stores, and beer stores, he encountered a lot of women. And since he delivered to these places twice a week, Nick got to know many women, and some of them he slept with. Drinking alcohol during work hours was allowed at South Beer Co and most drivers drank at least a couple of beers at lunch and in the afternoon on the way back to the warehouse. Sometimes a driver would get a cold six-pack from a store and drink beer while driving down the road. In 1978 it was legal to drink alcohol while driving, but of course driving while intoxicated was not legal.

Nick arrived at work at 6:45 a.m. and the cocaine he had snorted at Donna’s apartment had his heart and mind racing. South Beer Co was a distributor for the Anheuser Busch beers, which were Budweiser, Michelob, Busch and Natural Light. South Beer Co’s warehouse was huge and adjacent to the warehouse was a single level building which contained several offices and a driver’s room. Every morning during the week the route drivers met in the driver’s room and arranged the customer invoices in the order that the deliveries would be made. It was a smoke-filled room where morning coffee was consumed and hangovers were common. When Nick walked in the driver’s room he had to monitor his behavior because his cocaine induced manic mood was not compatible with the mood of the other employees.

There’s a detective here that wants to talk to you, Supervisor Joe Tracker said to Nick.

A detective?

Yea, he’s waiting for you in the conference room.

Anxiety suddenly attacked Nick’s mind. What could I be in trouble for? Was it the cocaine I’ve been selling on the route?

Next, Joe Tracker escorted Nick to the conference room. Detective Johnson, this is Nick Stevens.

Mr. Stevens, Detective Johnson said while extending his hand.

Yes sir, Nick replied while shaking Detective Johnson’s hand.

I’d like to talk to you about Brandy Miller.

Brandy Miller?

Yes, can we sit? I promise I’ll make this as fast as possible.

Nick, Detective Johnson, and Supervisor Joe Tracker then sat down at one end of the long wooden table.

Mr. Stevens, I understand that Brandy Miller was your date Friday night at the Oakwood Apartments Clubhouse.

She was at the party but she wasn’t my date.

Well, apparently Brandy told her father, John Miller, that she was meeting you at the party.

That’s incorrect. I brought a date to the party. Heather Travis. What’s this all about?

John Miller reported to us that his daughter, Brandy, did not return home from the party. And her car is still parked at the clubhouse.

That doesn’t sound like Brandy. She always lets her family know if she’s staying out late or staying at a girlfriend’s.

Did you see Brandy leave the party with anyone?

No.

Do you know who she socialized with that night?

No, I really didn’t pay much attention to her.

So, you didn’t talk to her?

I said hello to her, but that was about it.

Can you think of anyone who would want to harm Brandy?

Of course not. Brandy is a sweet person.

Think back to the night of the party. Are you sure you can’t remember Brandy Miller leaving with somebody?

No, I don’t remember seeing Brandy leave.

All right Mr. Stevens. I guess that’s all I have for now. Here’s my card. Call me if you think of anything.

Okay I will.

Chapter Two

Nick was relieved that Detective Johnson had not questioned him about cocaine, but he was bothered that John Miller had sent Detective Johnson to question him at work. Even though Brandy was missing, Nick did not say anything about her being nude in the clubhouse and kissing another woman who was nude—behavior that was very much unlike Brandy.

Donna was the one who had rented Oakwood Apartments’ clubhouse and organized the party. Nick had provided the keg of beer, but beer wasn’t the only beverage at the party. In a large bowl was a punch consisting of fruit juice, orange sherbet ice cream, and a bottle of 190 proof grain alcohol. Even though the punch didn’t taste strong, drinking one plastic cup of the concoction was enough to cause euphoric intoxication and the release of one’s inhibitions. Soon into the party most of the guests were naked.

The main floor of the clubhouse contained several couches and most of them were utilized by couples having sex. However, some couples simply laid their clothes on the carpet and had sex there. Some women bent over and held onto a couch or chair while being sexed from behind. In the basement of the clubhouse was the gym and several couples enjoyed sex there. Since Donna and Brandy worked together, Donna had invited Brandy to the party. Brandy, age 19, had blond hair and brown eyes and dated Nick occasionally.

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Talking to Detective Johnson had put Nick behind schedule and he wasn’t in the mood for Bob the butt kisser and his antics, yet when Nick returned to the driver’s room, Bob said, Hey Nick, what kind of trouble are you in now?

Nick wanted to respond