Free Plumber Prequel by Leia Castle

Chapter 1 Volker
     
    June 2015, Los Angeles,
California.
    THE NOON SUN SHONE through
the narrow space between the wooden window blinds of a tall,
skinny, 50-floor building in Westwood, Los Angeles, and landed on
the slightly curvy spine of a young woman, making her back look
almost translucent. Naked, her yoga-toned body was in a fluid
motion, up and down, front and back, following the beats of the
mating dance.
    She threw her head back.
Her brunette pigtails brimmed on her bare breasts with erect
nipples, as she reached orgasm.
    Two years ago, when the
18-year old Lara Gibbs bought a one-way ticket to Los Angeles,
leaving her hometown Chicago, she’d had a dream of being a big
movie star. She quickly realized that Hollywood was not for the
faint of heart. Without money, she began working as a waitress in
two different restaurants, making ends meet, while taking acting
classes whenever she’d saved enough money.
    The constant rejections of
roles, the poverty, and the impatience of waiting for the big break
hardened her. She’d always been clever and resourceful and it
didn’t take long before she realized that she needed a benefactor,
preferably a rich, married, older man who’d support her
financially, as she pursued her dream to be a movie
star.
    Soon, she caught the eye
of a married, well-off owner for an accounting firm and became his
mistress, getting paid $1000 a month to entertain him once a week
in her crampy apartment. The money wasn’t enough. And Lara expanded
her “business” and designed a system to rotate through seven
benefactors from Monday to Sunday, meeting them for lunch dates
that wouldn’t raise questions from their wives.
    Monthly allowances, gifts,
and holiday bonuses (especially over Valentine’s Day, when her
benefactors felt guilty for not being with her) netted her $100,000
a year, all unreported and unknown to both the IRS and the trusting
wives.
    On this particular day,
Lara was with her Wednesday lunch date Gary Michaels, who had no
idea there was also a Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday,
and Sunday lunch dates, that occurred in the same bed.
    Gary Michaels was an
important and powerful man you’d never heard of. Working at the
zoning office of the Los Angeles City Hall, Gary was smart and knew
how to get real estate developers to cough up money to speed up
zoning approvals for their latest projects.
    Privately, Gary was a
52-year old, married romantic who believed the fairy tale that sexy
women like Lara loved him for his tree-trunk body and sexually
deviant mind.
    Kinky, his mind filled
with scenarios of him being the silver-fox daddy and Lara being his
naughty little girl. Gary loved to spank Lara in her catholic
school girl outfits, until her rear end was red with his hand
marks, then he’d throw her on the bed and they’d have wild
sex.
    Today was a typical
Wednesday for Gary. Work. Lunch date with Lara. Work, then go home
to his unsuspecting wife and children.
    But you see, it was not a
typical day at all. The last day of a man’s life was never
typical.
     

Chapter 2 Volker
     
    I lay still under the bed,
as Lara and Gary humped away above me. The bed shook violently, as
both partners got closer to climaxing. From head to toe, I was
covered in a yellow biohazard suit, blue heavy duty PVC gloves, and
chemically protected sock boots. I could hear my own breathing, as
air filtered through the black mask on my face.
    Lara’s orgasmic moan was
my cue. With an ice pick, I poked three holes into a liquid sarin
bag and pushed it out from below the bed. The nerve gas quickly
spread into the room. The sound of screaming and gasping thrilled
me. I crawled out from under the bed, unable to resist the
temptation to watch my brilliant work.
    Oh yes, it was
wonderful.
    Gary twitched on the bed,
his pupils narrowed as he recognized my unique face behind the
mask.
    Yes, it’s me. I’m your
killer.
    I positioned my face
directly above Gary, desperate to watch his every