Project Mayhem

It was three a.m. when FBI agent Blake MackLemore rolled out of bed, then proceeded to freshen up, get dressed and leave his beautiful wife Michelle behind sleeping peacefully.  Blake was in a rush and didn’t even stop to kiss her goodbye. Instead he grabbed the keys to his black and white striped 2012 Shelby GT500 and quickly headed out to the new murder scene he was called to.

Agent MackLemore’s mind raced a hundred miles per minute as he drove from New York City to Oak Beach.  Oak Beach was a sleepy, gated community of seventy-two homes isolated at the far end of Ocean Parkway on Long Island’s South Shores.

Blake had almost forty miles ahead of him but that wasn’t what invaded his thoughts.  It was the numerous amount of bodies dropping every other day for the past two and half to three years  along the Long Island South Shore Beaches.

There was the information he had received from a very beautiful Russian woman in her mid-twenties regarding the murders and victims who were alleged to be involved in doing them and their reasons for doing them.

Agent MackLemore remembered the woman’s name as Ms. Vera Fonda. He’d learned from their previous talks that she was supposedly the fifth member of a team of models who used sex, drugs and money to lure their victims to lavish hotel rooms and extremely exclusive homes. These were homes where the victims would sometimes be held captive as blood donors and sex slaves.

Most times the victims who were lured to these places were killed for their body parts and organs which were sold illegally on the black market. Vera also told Blake she only knew the guy she worked for as Yoda, which was his industry name. She believed that besides promoting models, he wrote and produced music as well as movie scripts for both adult and mainstream films.

After the conversation with Vera, Blake started to put together a little bit about the mystery man called Yoda.  The detective knew that the guy was great in bed and had a lot of pull in the entertainment business.  This suspect  never deviated outside the world of the rich and famous. He also worked closely with and for a beautiful Jewish female lawyer and was meticulous about keeping his promises. There was also his reputation for not playing when it came to his money.

All these facts added to the profile that was building in Agent Blake’s mind as he drove the midnight streets. All the victims were prostitutes or people looking to have a quick lay mixed with a night of fun and drugs.

Fuck! he thought about all the serial killer stories and the talk of serial killers. Not one time had he, his partner or colleagues stopped to put the pieces together. After his talk almost six months ago with Ms. Vera Fonda, the Russian model, MackLemore had been forced to go into the morgue freezers to examine the bodies. Blake learned they were indeed missing a lot of major organs and body parts.

The body parts which were able to be transplanted also answered the question as to why the bodies were seriously disfigured and distorted as if some predator hacked and torn away at them.

After viewing the bodies in the morgue there was the moment Blake started to seriously believe the beautiful Russian model. Her stories about kidnapping and organ harvesting sounded way more logical as the pieces of this puzzle started to come together. Unfortunately, it was as if Vera  had disappeared off the map. She didn’t return any of his phone calls, answer any of his emails nor was she able to be located at any of the clubs she’d told him that she frequently attended.

This worried Blake because he failed to protect her from whomever was committing these crimes. As he drew closer to his destination, his only fear for some reason was that it would be her at the murder scene.

He was literally minutes from pulling up to the latest murder scene. Blake remembered how even in her drugged-out state, Vera was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Because she had been drugged out of her mind, Blake hadn't taken her words or actions seriously.  The woman had flirted openly with him and made it very clear that she wanted sex. The very eye-catching commitment ring he so proudly wore did nothing to deter Vera. As he neared his destination, the detective wondered if this choice would come back to haunt him today.

Although Vera was beautiful and he and his wife Michelle hadn’t made love to one another in almost a year, he just couldn’t do it. In spite of this constant work schedule and problems they were going through, he truly loved his wife.

Vera went to a party that night at the Cue Lounge located exactly one block away from the Royal Coach diner and she was in tears and constantly repeating, I’m done!  I’m done!  This is it!

Vera yelled as if she was trying to convince herself of how much she truly was!  She knew there was only one way that it could be so and other than that she confessed to herself  how much she loved and craved the rewards that Yoda gave her for her work.

What would you do or give to be famous and the object of every man’s lust?  She remembered him whispering in her ear about an hour before he fucked her senseless off the molly.

That was their introduction about two years ago. She’d told Blake about Yoda in one of their many talks from the day that they met.

She also told him of how she’d fucked up and became attracted to a guy named Chris. He became her job after it was discovered that he was a perfect match for a liver needed badly by some big shot Hollywood actor who had an excessive buildup of scar tissue on his liver. Since Chris  didn’t smoke or drink this type of transplant would have allowed for Chris to be a living donor.

The bad news was that recovery would be very excruciating for the donor. This made Chris refuse and by doing so it cost him his life.  Black market livers illegally sold for a total of five hundred fifty thousand, one hundred dollars on U.S. soil and one hundred fifty-seven thousand dollars from those desperate for cash. 

Because Chris had to be executed, the payment would be doubled  for the extra work that had to be put in.

Vera told Blake right before she disappeared and this caused him to start his own investigation. Blake started the search for Yoda and begun to experience some weird and crazy things which drew him more and more into the underworld.

Now he was getting out of his Mustang at Ocean Parkway on Long Island’s South Shore.  There, a predator chose to leave his prey of twenty-one bodies. They had been buried for the past two and a half to three years in burial sacks, chopped up, disfigured and dismembered.  After stepping out of the car and taking a few steps, Agent Blake was approached by a New York State policeman with a small note found in the victim’s pocket, written in red lipstick and addressed to him.

The note was very brief as it read: "She was just a decoy Blake! Please do call me!"  Then the number (313) 595-7672 came up.  Blake dialed the numbers from the note and hit send waiting for the anonymous person whose message he was still trying to comprehend to answer. His heart was being literally ripped from his chest hearing the screams from the woman whom he vowed to love and protect until death do them part.

In panic and tears Blake made a dash for his vehicle. Then quickly he hopped inside and sped off in the direction of his home.  While still on the phone with his wife listening to her cries for help. Pleading with her to hang on.

Nothing in the world could prepare a man for what Blake was now experiencing and only God knew what his wife was going through. Blake gunned the engine all the way home and stayed on the phone until he no longer heard her cries. When he finally made it home, it was too late. His wife was nowhere to be found. All that was left was a pair of bloody panties, a badly ripped bra and a thick manila envelope.  The envelope held a bunch of still photos and two DVDs with labels on them which read: Watch Me.

If only he would have noticed the purple Ferrari and two white Escalade trucks parked not too far from his house when he’d left out the door to go to the murder scene. Blake never got to look at the dead body because somehow, he knew who it was because she was just a decoy.

Chapter One

From Badly Wanting It To Living A Dream

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! she thought.

Is this a dream? she asked herself. Is it?

She pinched herself because it all seemed to happen so fast for her. She heard the yells,  screams, the loud music and the live performances from the world’s hottest stars at this past Summer Jam.

Then , it was all a blur and felt like a dream. 

To the young breathtaking beautiful woman. Yeah! Yeah! 

That’s exactly what he told her, she was breathtaking, beautiful. Then she smiled right before he seduced her.

Wait! Wait! she told herself as she searched her memory bank, in her best efforts to put things into proper perspective.  It was way too fucking real, she reasoned as she sat there in the VIP lounge of The Pool After Dark, a major  venue at Harrah’s Resort in Atlantic City.  For a popular men’s magazine in which she graced the cover of.  Then she felt it.

The molly began to take effect.  Ooh there goes the waves of pleasure.  Fuck! 

The sensations all over her body were causing her to melt.  Until finally it was as if she felt it, or rather, she felt him. 

Yes! He was inside of her, all over again as her mind drafted back to what took place after Summer Jam 2010. 

Yelp!  It started to register, she remembered after the heavy circulation of molly and cocktails.

She’d became extremely horny and felt the need to award herself sexual freedom, which lead to mind blowing sex on the first night.  It all flashed before her eyes as she slipped her hand in between her legs and up her skirt to her pantyless pussy and relived the moment when Yoda finger fucked her brains out in his purple 2007 Ferrari F30 Spider.

Umm, Umm, Umm, the soft moans escaped her lips as she repeated every single stroke of the fingers used by Yoda to get her first orgasm for that evening. 

Then, Umm, Umm, Umm, Umm, she sped up her pace a bit more as her once soft moans grew a bit louder and threatened to outdo the music in the club.

Her mind switched from the lovely scenes of Yoda finger fucking her in his exotic car to the ones where he had her in some mansion, bent over a rail, fucking her like hell from doggy style. All the while the Frank Ocean song in the background played over simple snares and low bass guitar licks.

Raven had a ball and was in complete bliss as the combination of the sex, drug and her finger fucking session drew her there. In fact, she was caught up in getting her rocks off not noticing the growing crowd of guests breaking their necks to get a peep of her steaming hot freak show.  She was able to build a fan base and sell a shit load of magazines due to his performance!

Raven was in control. Not only was she the hostess, she was the main attraction and had even gotten the attention of a bad ass lesbian couple.  The couple took it upon themselves to join  her as the trio made out in the club. They turned the VIP section into a very hot and tantalizing porno shoot.

As the camera crew of the event captured every bit of the action. The night was just beginning for Raven and was set to end in a bang for her as well because tonight she would kill and enjoy the high which only came from killing. Tonight, she would  prove herself by seducing, capturing and then slaying her first victim. The victim just happened to be a friend, personal trainer and a