The Fischer's, Vol 2 Married to Mayhem

CHAPTER 1

A RHINO HAS TWO HORNS

It is one year to the day since the Fischers were wed. Mark and Pyah sit around a camp fire in the middle of the African desert. The fire sparkles as the embers rise into the midnight sky. The flames dance to the music of an old song quietly playing on the old radio Mark had brought.

Happy anniversary, dear, Mark kisses Pyah as the clock strikes twelve, one year and you haven’t killed me, he laughs.

Pyah strokes his face, "Yet. I haven’t killed you yet, my dear," she corrects him, chuckling to herself.

Mark reaches around to un-holster his gun.

It’s loaded, he says, handing it to Pyah with a wry grin.

Pyah takes the gun, pulls the magazine then breaches the barrel, pulling the round from the pipe,

Oh, I think we can do better than that, she says, pointing the gun down between his legs, hope that’s loaded! she teases, raising her eyebrows.

Mark takes his gun back, reloads the round, places the magazine back and puts it on safety. He then holsters it and stands up. Taking Pyah by the hand, looking deep into her eyes he pulls her slowly to her feet. The flames reflect in her green eyes as he pulls her slowly into his arms. In the silence of the African desert Mark can feel her heart quicken. Her breath warms as he gently touches her lips with his. A sudden breeze moves her hair across his face as a tingle of anticipation courses down her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. Mark brushes her hair from her face,

Well we are definitely alone, he murmurs, kissing her neck while running his hand over her buttocks, not a soul for miles.

Pyah arches her neck, What you want to get down to it right here? Right now?

Mark nods, Yep, never done it under the stars and we can’t get interrupted, it’s impossible.

Pyah pulls his head back, Oh I think you may have just given that the kiss of death, she says, smiling cautiously, tempting fate, you know we are going to get some company now.

Mark shrugs, then gently teases the zip down at the back of her frock. He tentatively pulls the straps forward, down the front allowing the frock to slide over her breasts and fall to the ground. He steps back to admire her perfect form as she stands bold in the firelight, the shadows dancing across her body while the glow highlights her angelic white lace thong and bra.

Pyah tips her head. I love the way you still look at me, she tells him, holding her hands outstretched, as if you had never seen me undressed before. She takes him by the hand, pulls him forward then starts to unbutton his shirt, You do realise there are wild animals out here.

Mark mockingly growls at her, What? Apart from me you mean? He sweeps her up into his arms then starts to walk to the motor home.

Pyah points at her frock on the floor, The other wild animals might get it.

He bends down to let her reach for it then walks back to the motor home. As she reaches out for the handle they hear a shuffling noise coming from out in the desert.

Told you there were wild animals out here, Pyah said, quickly opening the door as Mark cautiously looks around.

Either that or someone has come out on a dogging trip, Mark quipped, stepping quickly into the motor home and fumbling for the door while Pyah sniggers under her breath, romantic I must say.

The motor home has mood lighting. Pyah reaches across to switch it on as Mark stumbles towards the bed, nearly dropping her.

Pyah clings on for dear life laughing aloud, Looks like someone is getting old!

Mark regains his footing, I’ll show you who’s getting old, missy, he says, throwing her on to the bed the only thing I’m getting hold of tonight is you.

He rips his shirt off, beats his chest and drops on top of her as she wraps her legs around his waist. Mark slides his hand under her back to unclip her bra as she pulls herself forward to kiss him. Lowering her back onto the pillow he gently pulls her bra forward and drops it on the floor beside the bed. Pyah reaches down, unclipping his trousers, neither one saying a word as they both look adoringly into each other’s eyes. Mark kisses her neck as she pushes his trousers over his hips. He runs his hand down over her breasts then down to her hips to gently persuade her thong over her thighs. Mark kicks his shoes off then kneels before her as she teases his trousers down to his feet allowing him to drop them on the floor alongside her bra. The firelight flickers through the curtains across his chest as Pyah strokes her hands across his torso to pull him gently down into her bosom. The passion rises as does his manhood while Pyah runs one single fingernail up his spine then spreads her hand through his hair.

The motor home gently sways as Mark places his lips against Pyah’ s, Feels like it’s getting a bit windy.

Pyah grasps a handful of his hair, Don’t spoil the moment, she tells him, pulling his head back to give him a stern look, if you fart I’m rolling over and going to sleep.

The motor home sways a little more as Mark attempts to pull back the curtain, No I mean it seems to be getting windy outside, he says as the motor home rocks violently.

Pyah sits up, That’s not the wind, my dear, she says, shuffling across the bed, something is pushing the van, she surmises as she attempts to see out of the window.

Mark reaches down to grab his gun, What or whoever it is, is going to get an ass full of lead.

Pyah grabs his arm, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, she warns, pulling him towards the window, looks like we’ve got a young female rhino with an itch. Taking Mark’s gun away to put it on the pillow she continues, Trust me you’re just going to vex her with that and then she’ll attack the van, Pyah pats the bed, best we just sit and watch, let her finish then she’ll be on her way.

Mark smiles at Pyah, How come you’re such an expert on rhinos all of a sudden?

Pyah kisses his cheek, I did some light reading before we came.

Mark puts his arm around her waist, So how can you tell it’s a female?

Pyah closes her eyes, It only has a horn on its head.

Mark starts to laugh, So does that make her a dickhead?

Pyah puts her hand over his mouth, Loud noises spook black rhinos.

Mark pulls her hand down and whispers, How the hell can you tell what colour it is in the dark?

Pyah shakes her head, It’s nothing to do with the colour, you numpty, she sighs, she has a shorter neck than a white rhino and black rhinos are solitary.

Mark raises his finger, So white rhinos hunt in packs?

Pyah lifts a pillow to her face to laugh into, You’re not too bright at times, dear husband, she observes, gently slapping his forehead, they’re vegetarian, they don’t hunt.

Mark just shrugs and looks out of the window. After a short while the rhino saunters over to a nearby tree to scratch. Pyah pulls the curtain back to watch as the young rhino stops, turns around and sniffs the air before rubbing herself against the tree. After a quick scratch she prances around a little then trots off into the night.

Mark lies back on the bed pulling Pyah back into his arms, That lady needs a hobby, or a man.

Pyah rolls on top of Mark, I don’t think that a man would be any good to her, she comments, stroking Marks penis, in fact I don’t think that even you are big enough to satisfy her, she says sniggering then pecking him on the cheek.

Mark gently slaps her buttock, You know what I mean, another rhino, a man one.

Pyah lifts herself onto her hands, bull.

Mark gives her a look of confusion, What you don’t think she wants a shag?

Pyah shakes her head laughing, Dear, they’re called bulls, male rhino’s, she points out, batting her eyes at him.

Mark points at the window. Then down at his genitalia Oh, bull as in male not as in bullshit, he says, pausing while the penny drops, gotcha.

Pyah kisses his chest, Now I on the other hand, she begins, walking her fingers up his chest and onto his neck, I need a man, she continues, placing her finger gently in his mouth, so you going to show me a man and what he can do or are you just going to ask stupid questions on the mating habits of the black rhino?

Mark slowly slides his hands up the inside of her thighs as she arches her back, pushing herself up off his knees. Mark slowly slides into her as she throws herself forward. A torrent of red hair cascades in an arc above her then gently rests like a veil shrouding Marks head as their lips meet. Mark’s torso heats to fever pitch as Pyah tenderly rocks back and forth across it. The perspiration lubricating between them as it vaporises through the rasping passion. A rush of blood flushes Pyah’s whole being as the tingle of ecstasy raises the hairs across her skin. The feeling of euphoria envelops Mark bringing him to the brink of intensity, holding off for that moment when Pyah is ready to explode as she feels him rise inside of her. The warmth of juices seep with a spasm of resounding pleasure signifying to Mark she is ready as he erupts inside of her to climax in a harmonious rush.

Pyah moans softly laying gently down onto his chest as he brushes her mass of hair from his face. He rolls her delicately to the side, onto the welcoming cool, cotton sheet as they both gasp intensely. The rush of adrenaline abates into an ambient air of serenity without suppressing an electrically stimulated atmosphere of passion.

The couple lie together for five minutes before Pyah stands up, Well I’m having a shower, she announces, nudging Mark before he falls asleep, don’t suppose you can put clean sheets on that? she asks, pointing down at the bed, I don’t want to sleep in a sweaty bed all night.

Mark just groans, pulling a pillow over his face. Pyah tuts then heads for the shower.

Mark sits up and places his hand where he laid, Oh, Jesus that must have been good, then sniffs his own arm pit, oh for Christ’s sake," he swears, cringing at the smell of his own B.O. He pulls the pillow cases off, then the sheets and flings them into the wash basket. Then he replaces them with fresh ones just in time for Pyah to come out of the shower.

Oh my god you’ve actually changed it? she exclaims, rather surprised as she reaches for the hair dryer, Well don’t think you’re getting back in it until you smell as fresh as those sheets.

Mark raises his eyebrows then smiles as he silently saunters past, kissing her shoulder on the way into the shower. It isn’t long before he is finished and drying himself on the way back to bed where Pyah is laid in a sound sleep. Mark slides effortlessly into the bed and spoons her, finding himself soon nodding off into a comfortable slumber.

CHAPTER 2

WHEN BULLS COME

A-COURTING

The morning comes around swiftly breaking daylight through a crack in the curtain. The sound of bird life brings Pyah out of her slumber as she gently removes Marks arms from around her. She leaves him to rest a while as she gets her regular morning shower. While she is showering a faint whiff of bacon drifts through into the cubicle. She silently steps out of the shower to poke her head out of the bathroom door where Mark is stood naked with just an apron on at the hob making breakfast.

Well this is a first, she comments, walking up behind him and putting her wet arms around his waist, to what do I owe the pleasure?

Mark drops the fish slice he’s holding, Jesus woman you’re all wet, he exclaims, pushing the pan off the flame and turning around, just thought you could have your breakfast while I was having a shower then we could get out of here and on the road.

Pyah sniffs at him, Yeah you could definitely do with a shower, she agrees, putting her arms around his neck, seems this heat doesn’t agree with your sweat glands, she chuckles, I was going to ask if you fancied jumping in with me but I don’t think there is enough room for both of us.

Mark gives her a kiss then turns back to the hob, Well, by the time you’ve dried yourself and dressed this should be ready.

Pyah heads back to the bathroom while Mark serves up. Pyah sits at the table as Mark places her breakfast in front of her then heads for the shower. In the shower, he manages to soap himself down and starts to wash his hair when BOOM the whole motor home moves about two feet backwards.

What the hell was that?! he yells, trying to wash the soap from his eyes.

Pyah gets up as her breakfast is sent reeling off the table by the van being bounced backwards another two feet.

MARK! She runs to the front of the van to open the cockpit curtain and is sent flying into the driver’s seat, Mark!

Mark rushes out of the shower trying to rub the soap from his eyes, fumbling for his gun, What the hell is going on?!

Pyah is on her hands and knees in between the front seats We’re being forcefully moved; I think? she answered, trying to get to her feet as the van is hurled back another two feet.

Mark can just make out a large grey blur through the front windscreen of the motor home, What? he queries, trying to aim his gun with one eye through a soapy haze, What the fuck is that? An elephant?

Pyah manages to get to her feet, Put the gun away you loon! she calls as both of them are sent flying to the ground again by the movement of the van, It’s a rhino,, she explains, scrambling towards him on her hands and knees, a fucking big, big fucking rhino and I think it’s having a romp with the van.

Mark hands the gun to Pyah, Here, shoot the damned thing I got soap in my eyes.

Pyah hands the gun back as the van starts to rock sideways, You’ll just aggravate it with this, she tells him, trying to get to her feet again, put it away, he’ll be finished soon.

Mark puts the gun on safety, reaches up and drops it on the floor, Shit. If I shoot it in its dick it’ll be more than aggravated, he claims, rubbing his eyes, it’ll think twice about shagging our van again and how the hell do you know it’s a male?

Pyah tuts as she falls to the ground again, Same reason I know you won’t be able to shoot its dick. It’s shagging the van, she says, rolling her eyes up into her head, it’s got its dick buried in our radiator grill.

Suddenly the motor home is still and a stomping of feet can be heard. Pyah gets to her feet and looks through the curtain to see the rhino prancing around like a young antelope. It shakes its head then prances some more

I think the van was a good shag, she laughs, looking back at Mark, I think you can go and finish your shower now, by which time we should be able to get out of here.

Mark splashes some water on his eyes then takes a quick peek through the curtains, Shit you weren’t kidding when you said he was a big fucker, he observes, looking down at his gun, this might have tickled him, glad I didn’t shoot him, he reasons, then quickly returns to the shower.

Mark rinses himself off and is just starting to dry himself when the van starts to rock sideways again, Oh shit, tell me he isn’t shagging the van again?

Pyah looks out of the side window, No, he’s rubbing up against it.

Mark wraps a towel around his waist and comes to the window, What the hell is he doing that for?

Pyah shrugs, Don’t know maybe he’s wondering why she ain’t responding.

The rhino takes a couple of steps backwards then gently headbutts the wheel of the motor home. Mark quickly grabs a pair of boxer shorts and tries to put his feet into them as the motor home is sent sideways and bringing Mark to his knees, rolling down the centre, bouncing off the bottom cupboards, Screw this for a lark, he mutters as he manages to drag the boxers up around his waist, if we don’t get the hell out of here we won’t have any wheels to get out on.

Rushing to the driver’s seat, Mark grabs the keys from the centre console as he is flung into the seat by the sudden sideways movement of the van, Oh shit, hot, hot, hot, he complains, bouncing off the hot leather seats.

Pyah rushes down the aisle with a towel as Mark is trying to start the van while keeping his body off the hot leather. She pushes the towel under him, Better move your arse, she warns, looking out of the passenger window, I think the engine noise spooked him, she continues, strapping herself into the seat, INCOMING!

The van is sent hurtling sideways about three feet, Yep, he’s definitely pissed off now, Mark says as he violently steers the van into the skid, frantically trying to hold it upright on the dirt road. He slams it into first gear and holds his foot on the accelerator, spinning the wheels and leaving a plume of sand and dust exploding into the air as the van careers down the desolate track. Mark drives the van into second gear without lifting his foot off the accelerator, sending the rev counter into the redline as the tires try to get grip.

What’s he doing now? he asks, trying to catch a glimpse out of the wing mirrors.

Pyah leans forward, looking back through the side window, He’s lining up for another run, she says, but Mark knows what’s about to happen just by the way Pyah has planted her feet firmly against the dashboard to jam herself against the back of her seat, INCOMING! she yells as she grips the bottom of her seat.

Mark just has time to brace himself and start to steer into the slide as he sees the rhino impact the rear quarter through the wing mirror. Again, the van is sent barrelling up on two wheels into a sideways slide. Mark manages to hold it together, getting all wheels back on the dirt then throwing it into third gear while the van violently jumps forward as he dumps the clutch anxiously looking for the next attack. Pyah has lost sight of the rhino but then Mark catches a glimpse on his side of the van as it comes in at full speed. It just grazes the rear panel of the van causing it to skew slightly. Mark knows by this that the rhino has reached its top speed and he can now outrun it. Keeping his foot firmly planted he drops the van into top gear just in case and gives a big sigh of relief.

Pyah looks out of the back window, We’re not out of the woods yet, she warns again as she unbuckles her seat belt, staggering down to the back of the van, yeah I can just make him out through the dust. You may have outrun him for now but he’s still coming.

Leaving the rhino in a dust cloud they travel as fast as Mark dares for about a mile and a half when Pyah starts to sniff the air, Oh my God, what is that smell?! she exclaims, putting her sleeve over her face.

Mark cringes as the smell reaches his nostrils, Jesus! he yells, trying to waft the smell from his nose, smells like a rancid rat has crawled up a camel’s arse and died.

Pyah baulks as she sniffs at the air intakes, It’s coming in through the vents, she declares, grabbing the edge of the towel Mark is sitting on to cover her face, have you damaged the engine?

Mark nervously taps the gauges, Nope, everything is reading right, water, oil, he replies, covering his mouth with his hand.

Pyah starts to roll down the window but then hurriedly rolls it back up, Shit, its worse out there.

Mark starts to slow down, I think I better pull over just in case.

Pyah quickly unbuckles her seat belt, Hold on, she says, grabbing a pair of binoculars then walking down to the back window, we don’t want that bloody randy rhino charging up on us while you’re out there checking.

Mark slams his foot back on the gas, Yeah better give it another half mile or so, he agrees, sending Pyah flying down the van.

Oh for Christ’s sake, she huffs as she lands face down in what’s left of her breakfast and slides through it. Pyah quickly sits up, turns around to see her breakfast plate hurtling towards her. Oh shit, she says as it lands firmly in her lap, rolls across her hip and is sent crashing into the wall behind her, shattering.

Mark turns to see his wife sprawled across the floor, legs akimbo, Sorry darling, he apologises as he slams the brakes on, causing Pyah to slide forwards over the breakfast beans, firmly smearing them across her buttocks.

Mark can feel the daggers from Pyah’s eyes without having to look as the van comes to an abrupt sliding halt. Mark tries to pretend he hasn’t noticed as he jumps out of the van, rushing around to the hood, Can you keep an eye out for that rhino while I check this, dear? he asks, trying his hardest to sound not to condescending.

Pyah huffs as she awkwardly gets to her feet, Dickhead. She struts out of the van trying to appear dignified and looks through the binoculars, Bollocks, she comments, turning to Mark, We ain’t got much time so whatever you have to fix do it quick, she tells him as she watches him turn around to vomit at the side of the desert track.

Pyah looks through the binoculars to see the rhino about a mile out trotting along sniffing the air, coming in their direction, You haven’t got time for that dear, whatever it is fix it and let’s get the hell out of here. I reckon we have about two minutes, three at the most.

Mark slams the hood down, Trust me, dear, I can’t fix that, he says, then rushes around to jump in the driver’s door.

Pyah quickly climbs in, Don’t say can’t, she says, panicking to get her seat belt on, please tell me we can get out of here.

Mark starts the motor, There’s a map in the glove box, find the nearest place where we can get help.

Pyah flicks the glove box open, OK what the hell is wrong with it and how far have we got? she asks, spreading the map out on her knee.

Mark reaches for a tissue, That big bastard shot his load all over the radiator, he informs her, blowing his nose then spreading the tissue out, and that’s what it looks like except the heat is melting and boiling it. We need to get some detergent or something.

Pyah glances across at the tissue then starts to roll the window down, Oh you dirty bastard. The pungent odour caresses her face as she violently vomits out of the open window. Pyah glances back, I think you better get your foot down, dear, she warns, seeing the rhino getting very close to ramming range, looks like our mating partner has got the scent again, she adds, turning to give Mark a worried look.

Mark glances over his shoulder, Oh shit, he says as he can see the rhino through the rear window getting up to his top speed and gaining on them.

Pyah grabs Marks gun, Fuck it, she announces, then heads down the van, incoming, she says but Mark manages to get the van up to speed just enough to outrun the rhino.

Pyah aims the gun at the rhino as its horn comes within inches of the back of the van before it runs out of steam and gives up.

CHAPTER 3

WHEN DEODORANT JUST WON’T DO

Looks like it’s given up, for now, she sighs as she staggers back down to the passenger seat and pulls out the map, there’s an outpost about thirty or forty miles down this track, she says, stabbing at the map, maybe someone there can help.

Mark takes the map off Pyah and throws it into the back, OK, take over the wheel while I get some clothes on.

Pyah’s eyes widen, You’re kidding, right? she says disbelievingly, looking down at her own messy attire.

Mark shakes his head, No I’m not, he says, waving his hand at her, at least you’re not sticking to the seat. His back makes a slurping noise as he prises it away from the hot leather.

Pyah stands up and walks back to the wardrobe, pulls out a t-shirt and throws it at him, I’ll get changed, then I’ll take the wheel, she tells him, grabbing a fresh set of clothes for herself to carry into the bathroom.

Mark raises his arm, Marvellous, just bloody marvellous, he mutters as he awkwardly pulls the t-shirt over his head as the van skews over the road.

Pyah sticks her head out of the bathroom door, What the hell’s going on? she asks as Mark regains control of the van plonking Pyah down on the toilet.

Oh it’s just me trying to get this fucking t-shirt on while driving at breakneck speed over a road full of craters the size of the sea of tranquillity, dear, don’t worry your little head about it, I’ve got this! he spews hostile sarcasm at her, you just take your time and make yourself look beautiful for the rednecks at the outpost, don’t mind me, he whines, holding the steering wheel with his legs while he struggles to put his arms through into the t-shirt.

Pyah quickly finishes getting changed then rushes to his side, squeezing between the driver’s door and seat, OK you moaning old git, she says, shoving him off the driver’s seat. I’m here, you go and get your whining arse changed, she tells him as she slides him off and sits on the driver’s seat, Christ this seat’s wringing wet.

Mark gives a smug self-satisfied grin, Well you should have waited, he gloats, waving his hand at her nice clean clothes, now you’re just going to have to sit in my sweat and get changed again when I’m finished.

It takes another change of clothes, some antibacterial wipes and about forty-five minutes to reach the outpost. The first thing they come across is a cross between an armoury, a haberdashery and a supermarket. The sign above the door reads "White and Wong’s General Dealers." As they pull up a gentleman in khaki shorts, a khaki shirt and a wide-rimmed leopard skin hat walks out to greet them.

He waits for them to disembark before speaking, Morning! White’s the name, James White but you can call me Jimmy, he starts, wafting his hand in front of his nose, what can I do for you good people? Smells like you been shagging a rhino.

Pyah held her nose, Yeah tell me about it, she says, walking straight into the store, don’t suppose you sell air freshener?

Jimmy points to back of the store, Think you’re going to need more than air freshener, my dear, what happened?

Mark lifts the hood, A big bull rhino shagged our van, he explains, pulling a towel up to his face, did you say your name was Jimmy White?

The guy walks over to the front of the van, Yeah, like the English snooker player, he says laughing out loud where did this happen?

A voice comes from an upstairs window, The closest you ever came to playing with your ball was at the French Lettuce across the way!

Mark looks up to see a Chinese girl hanging out of the window then across the street to what looks like an old western saloon hotel named the French Lettuce.

Jimmy puts his arm around Mark’s shoulder, That is my good lady wife and partner in crime, he says, pointing up what went, he says, chuckling to himself.

The Chinese girl throws a slipper down at him, Take no notice of him, dear. I am his wife but my name is Mary White. When we met, she says, pointing down at the sign it was Mary Wong, as you can gather.

Jimmy picks up her slipper My pet name for her, what went Wong… get it?

Pyah walk out of the shop with a can of air freshener in her hand, How much is this?

Jimmy walks over and takes the air freshener off her, Told you this is no good, I’ll have your van cleaned, he says, walking around the back, looks like he got a few runs at you too, he continues, then he walks into the middle of the road, how long ago did you say this happened?

Mark walks out to him, About three quarters of an hour, thirty to forty miles back.

Jimmy sucks his finger then sticks it into the air, Don’t suppose he lost interest, did he?

Pyah steps forward, No he bloody didn’t, she answers, wafting her hand across the hood of the van, chased us for about a mile and a half before we outran him but he was still coming last I saw of him, she continues, putting her hand up to shade her eyes, that’s why I would like to get this cleaned off and get the hell out of here before he catches us.

Jimmy shouts in African and two young boys come running from the back of the store with large chemical sprayer. Jimmy instructs them in African as they head down the road out on to the desert track.

They’ll spray for about a mile out that should throw that big bastard off your trail, he tells them, walking into the store, if not this should sort him out, he says, pulling a long gun out from behind the counter.

Pyah grabs the gun, You can’t kill it, they’re endangered.

Jimmy pulls the gun back, I ain’t gonna kill it, he explains, holding up an explosive round, shoot these at its feet, scares the hell out of it and disorientates it, he’ll soon give up and run.

The van is taken to an old livery stable, washed down and repairs are set about while Mark and Pyah are introduced to the owner of the French Lettuce. Sonja Fabich, forty-five-year young French madam, standing five-foot nine in her four-inch stiletto boots, Welcome to the French Lettuce.

Pyah shakes her hand, Why the French Lettuce?

Before Sonja can answer Jimmy butts in, Because that’s the way she pronounces letters, he says, sniggering to himself, French Letters, French Lettuce? Get it?

Sonja slaps the back of his head, Take no notice of him, he made the sign up outside, the name stuck and brings in plenty of business, she tells them, placing her arms around a young African girl that appears beside her, why fix what isn’t broken? That’s my philosophy. Sonja pecks the African girl on the cheek, Go and prepare a drink for our guests, she says then taps her gently across the butt.

Pyah follows the African girl to the bar, So what do they call you? she asks.

The girl lifts a glass from behind the bar Aabida, but Sonja likes to call me Mimi, she replies, giving Pyah a churlish look.

Pyah smiles provocatively at Mimi I’ll just have a coke if you don’t mind, she says, turning to Mark do you want a coke, hun?

Mark is still engrossed with Sonja, Yes please, he says without averting his eyes from her.

Presently Jimmy walks back into the brothel, Your boy has arrived. He’s scampering around about three quarters of a mile outside town.

Sonja cringes at Jimmy, Town?

Jimmy loads his gun, Yeah I like to think of it as my little town and you wouldn’t want a fucking big rhino coming in disturbing it, would you?

Sonja rushes to the door, A rhino? What the hell does he want, shit he is a big bugger.

Jimmy lifts his gun, Seems he’s developed a crush for their motor home, he chuckles.

Sonja looks at Mark, You had a run in with that?

Mark nods as Jimmy fires a round at the rhino’s feet. The rhino turns tail and runs. Jimmy loads another round and fires at the rhino’s feet again, Well that’s the last we should see of him, he says and then places his gun behind the door to retire for a long cool drink with the Fishers, Sonja and Mimi.

CHAPTER 4

THE BEAST WITHIN

The sun is just tipping its head over the horizon in Los Angeles as Carl Sinclair, the Fischers’ boss is gently pulled from his slumber by a stimulating tingle through his genitals. Through bleary eyes he sees the covers moving slowly up and down across his lap.

Lifting the cover he smiles, Morning darling, as he looks down at his fiancé Sarah, unable to respond as she has a mouth full of his penis.

Hm hm, is her only response, briefly opening her eyes, batting her eyelids at Carl then closing them sensually as she slides a finger into his anus.

Carl sighs then lies back on the pillow with his arms behind his head, relaxing to enjoy the moment. Remembering a year ago, coming home alone, after a late night he would be waking up to an alarm at seven o’clock, rushing around to get dressed and leaving the house at half past with a slice of toast in his mouth to get to the office for eight. His cholesterol would be running extremely high from days of stress, stress, stress. The bliss of a carefree life in a loving relationship, leaving work at work and waking up to a blowjob every morning. A nymphomaniac fiancé that likes to be in control in the bedroom insisting that she does all the work, just the way he likes it. Sarah waits till she can feel his excitement rising then backs off to prolong his ecstasy kissing his lower abdomen. He can feel her lips pressing against his skin as she works her way slowly up his torso teasing with her tongue.

A mass of blonde hair emerges slowly from under the cover, Morning sleepy head, a dulcet tone resonates as she pushes her lips against his before he can reciprocate.

Straddling him she reaches down between her legs to guide his penis into her then slides softly back onto it. Grinding gently back and forth, she pushes herself up off his shoulders, biting her bottom lip. Her head tilted and her eyes closed soaking up the euphoria as Carl reaches slowly to place his hands softly on her hips. Sarah, a rush starting up her spine, clasps his hands to bring them up onto her bosom forcing Carl to grip her breasts tightly as she starts to quiver and grind erratically across his lap. A gentle spasm turns into a jerk. The jerk turns into a thrash. The thrash turns into a frenzied maniacal flailing as screams echo throughout the house. Carl relaxes back in the knowledge that when she has finished she hasn’t finished as she throws herself forward growling through fiery eyes, a shroud of blonde burnishing the evilest of looks, Do your worst, she sighs as she launches herself onto her back dragging Carl on top of her.

Carl always relishes this bit in anticipation. Her only rule is that he leaves no marks where they can be seen, below the elbow, below the knee and above her shoulders. The rest is fair game so long as he doesn’t leave a permanent scar. He’s tried ramming into her as hard as he can almost doing himself a mischief. He’s tried biting her, scratching her, even used sex toys on her, not the normal sex toys either, some of the real brutal ones but still hasn’t managed to quell her inner animal. The night before he managed to secrete a couple of his ties onto the top bed post and hide them between the mattress and the headboard. Now he throws her hands back pulling the pillows forward to slip her hands into the ties.

Sarah grins wildly as she looks up at him tying her wrists, Ooh this is new, she breathes, her body still oozing perspiration as she pants erratically in anticipation.

Carl presses his lips against hers then bites her bottom lip, gently pulling away to start kissing her neck. He moves slowly down her breasts like a tiger stalking its prey he bites her nipple gently grinding his teeth across it. Slowly he strokes between her breasts with his tongue till he comes upon the other nipple, pulling it into his mouth then retracting his head to lift her back by her breast clean off the mattress. Sarah squirms, moaning in rapturous delight as the tingle of pain sends a spasmodic ripple down her torso.

Carl presses his lips against her solar plexus rubbing his cheek down her torso on to her abdomen. Dropping his shoulder between her thighs while wrapping his arms around her hips to bury his head firmly into her vulva.

Sarah gapes her mouth to gasp a lungful of air as she