That’s a headline you will never, never and I mean
see in a news media stream or hellmouth exclusive. But, that’s the condition we’re in. In these days that have gone to the fucking dogs.
This shit has gone on a while. I took a break from giving a damn because nobody gives a damn anymore about living in reality. Clown world is everyone’s favorite devil mouse magic kingdom of the world so…
I might as well have a little fun, poke a little fun. The US of A and Western NATO countries have been supporting the Ukraine with Twitter posts, money and weapons and pretending….
“Na’aw son we ain’t beefing with you, Russia.”
“Mother fucka you supplying arms and money to the dude I’m in war with bitch this ain’t no candy land game.”
“I don’t care what you say Russia. My truth says I’m the good guy. I have a big dick and I ain’t trying to hurt nobody now give me some vodka.”
Holy shit. I can’t this shit seriously. Beta Bitch Biden is the fucking President of the United States of America.
The most trusted man in America. The most noble and strong man of the 21st century my dude. The Black folks kiss the fucking ground this bitch walks on and the Ukraine has already beaten mother Russia. Let me remind you.. The government was right about the VAX.
This shit is fucking comedy gold.
It’s just a matter of time before the Angel dust is cleared away from these fuckers Eyes. I feel it. Conflict is coming. Reality is making a axe kick comeback to these fuckers minds. Sweet Jesus.. Look at her don’t she look like a bad bitch…
“So what the fuck are we doing here? Am, I getting paid?” The giant blond stripper asked.
Both Vince and Andrew looked up from their work to look at her in surprise. “Paid for what?” They asked.
“Sex or information. What are we doing here?” She asked.
Vince looked at Andrew. “What the hell is she talking about?”
Andrew smiled at the stripper. “Cassandra. Would you be interested in going to expensive places and wearing nice jewelry for a couple of years.” He asked.
“Would this job include, a retirement package and a condo?”
“Yes. All I ask is conversation, loyalty and your lovely presense.” Andrew said.
Cassandra raised a eyebrow. “And, the sweet stuff as well of course?”
Andrew smiled and nodded. “Do we have an agreement?”
“Can I have that in writing? She asked.
Vince chuckled. While Andrew smiled and nodded. “We will write up the terms ourselves and your lawyer can look over them. Are you hungry or would you like me to take you home?”
“Your place or mean?”
“Whichever one you prefer.” He replied.
Cassandra frowned still not convinced and studied Vince’s profile. “Is your mother a Gi?”
Vince looked up toward her. “Yes, she was. Mid range.”
Cassandra sat up and looked at Andrew. “Are you full blood Gi’s?”
Andrew shrugged. “Ethnically we’re mixed. Percentage wise we’re twenty percent, low-born Gi’s. Though Vince and his brother would be higher percentage wise because my departed wife was full blood. Are you hungry?”
Cassandra smiled at him. “What do you wish to know about Slicer?”
Andrew patted her knee. “Whatever information you wish to share would be welcome but we can gather the information from other sources that’s not the reason I picked you up.”
“Will those sources tell you about Slicer’s Orc religious leaning and mating rituals to the old world ways.” Cassandra asked icy tone.
Andrew frowned over that statement. Orc religions and mating rituals were illegal out right in the region King’s country. Though there were loopholes and fake imitations even thoughs could get a human or Orc serious prison time or death if found out.
“Did you engaged in such Orc practices or witness such?” Andrew asked.
Cassandra shook her head. “Hell no.. I only heard comments and conversations resently over the last few months surrounding a Orc girl, Slicer and his brothers are interested in when they were talking at the club.”
“Do they know you heard-“
Cassandra shook her head. “Oh no. They don’t know much about giants and having tits and ass was all they hired me for. They didn’t about giant’s hearing.”
The next morning, Vince was still pissed off and needed to talk to Ron. He left his grandfather at the firm half an hour ago with Cassandra and took off home only to get a shower and change of his clothes. Cassandra had revealed to them enough information on to have him more then a little concerned. Ahlar was in deeper shit then she knew about.
Vince had been trying to get into contact with Ran but couldn’t seem to reach him.
He arrived at their mansion. Daisy was out front in her garder yellow dress and matching hat. She smiled at him but her smile froze seeing his face.
Vince succeeded in forming a smile on his face. He approached Daisy as Ahlar came out the house dressed in pink booty shorts, a white Omega O tank top and no shoes. She didn’t have a bra on. This wasn’t going to work out. He knew she had just come out of the shower. His nose to took in her scent and heat. His mouth watered as he could almost taste her in his mouth. His reaction wasn’t normal though he had been attracted to her the first time he saw but this wasn’t normal. Her chest was thrust out to him in an offering and he doubted she had any idea what the hell she was doing to him by the dumbass blind ignorance on her face.
“Get back in the house. Now.” He told Ahlar.
“Who the hell are you talking to like that?” Ahlar said.
“Come here and find out.” Vince said calmly.
Ahlar frowned at him but she took a few steps toward him before Daisy yanked her back and pushed her back into the house slamming the door closed.
Daisy smiled nervously. “Did you want to speak to me.”
“Yeah. Ah. I ran into a bit of a problem a few hours ago. I had a meeting Slicer at his business.” He said.
Daisy’s smile fell away. “You have to kill him then?”
“Yes. There’s no way around it. I barely stopped myself from shooting him today only because I wouldn’t have made it out of his club alive with my grandfather. I’ll still try to talk to him but he’ll be coming for Ahlar before the champion trial. It would be best if Ahlar not go outside like that until I’ve dealt him. I’ll talk to your husband later.” Vince said.
“What did he say?” Daisy asked.
“Words one should never say about a Omega and daughter of a horseman.” He said.
“What did he say?” Daisy repeated her question.
“He said that he had tasted Ahlar for himself and he wasn’t going to give her up. After that things went to shit quickly.” Vince said.
“That is…troubling but I promise my daughter is still a virgin. Ahlar is-“
“-I’m sorry but I don’t give a damn either way at this point. It is what it is? It’s to late for me to step away. You look lovely today Daisy I hope you have a better afternoon then I had a morning. Please inform your husband I need to see him at the firm or his place of business today. We have matters to discuss.” He said and walked to his car and drove away.
Vince pulled up his BMW up front into a parking space a few feet away from strip club. Vince frowned at the place shaking his head and gave Andrew a look.
“Mini. You sure you go the right address?” He asked her over his speaker phone.
“Yeah. Why? What’s wrong?”
“It’s a damn titty bar.” Andrew said in disgust. “Fuck. It’s not even the good kind.”
“A what?!” Mini said in fake surprise.
“It’s a strip club, Mini. Why are you fucking with me right now? Is this the right location?”
Mini gigled. “I couldn’t help myself. But, yes. Your in the right place. It’s the only half legitimate business the opposition has in his catalog that’s in his name. Good luck and stay sharp.” She said and hung up on him.
Vince and Andrew got of his car and walked into Orc strip club that was owned by slicer and his family. Vince had a headache as he sat down at a small table near the bar to loud club music near the stage where half naked Orc females and giant females danced on polls.
Andrew was smilling like an old fool smoking on his cigar and passed two one hundred bills to a giant blond in a pink thong and matching high heel sandles, who gave him a air kiss.
Vince waved a way a few Orc females that had started to approach him for a lap dance or tip. He waited and saw when Joc Slicer and his younger brother Knoc came over toward his table.
They were big shit houses with nose rings and jet black hair cut short and tight. They came to stand in front of him towering over him.
Vince smoovely rose to stand at height level to the tall Orcs. He smiled. “I’m the champion for Miss Ross and I’m here to discuss a few things with you.”
Joc shook his head. “Not much to discuss human. Ahlar and I have an agreement that she would agree to be my breeding slave. I’ve already tasted the goods and I approve. The only thing that stands between me and her is her father’s money and higher standing to call for a challenge to my claim but that can only help her so far. Are you ready to die now or later?”
“By Orc law Ahlar had no right to even hint at selling herself to you.” Andrew said cutting through the tension.
Joc frowned and glanced at Andrew. Andrew smiled at him.
“Her father owns her. You knew he wouldn’t approve of you. Your plan almost worked but Ahlar didn’t summit to your will over her as her master or protector. Our client is willing to compensate you for her leading you on up to ten grand in gold.” He said.
“Ahlar is mean. Your human magic words will not stand in my way and neither will you.” Joc said turning back to Vince and poking him hard with his finger.
Vince calmly pushed the finger aside. “We’ll meet each other at a more convenient time for off business hours.” He said.
Joc spat in his face. Vince reacted by chopping Joc in the throat and kicking Joc’s brother in the balls and shoved him away.
Andrew was up and swinging his bar stoll at a bouncer who charged at them. Vince produced a gun from Joc’s holster and aimmed it at him hauling to a chair.
Vince stared at Joc. “Are you ready to die because I would rather finish this on the agreed upon way. What’s your decision?”
“Challenge accepted, human.” Joc said.
“Get the car ready Andrew.” Vince said.
Andrew started to go but then cursed and yanked the blond off the stage through her over his shoulder and ran away.
Vince smiled. “Godsdamn. I’ll be sure to have a nice knife ready for you.” He said as he walked away.
A bouncer came at him. Vince took aim at Joc. “I’ll kill him right now. You’ll be minus one, contender, boss.” He said.
“Back off. I’ll saddle up with the hu-man later on.” Joc said.
I didn’t really give a damn at first. But, seeing a billion or rich man be whipped to submission and put back in his submissive place of wealth without power to his masters.
Ye is a slave. You may like Ye. I don’t give a fuck. He is a mother fucking billionaire slave my dude. This is the comedy of days gone to the fucking doggs.
I got thoughts. Several thoughts. I learned something. No. I’m reminded of two things specifically I learned during the pandemic covid mask bullshit.
When you are a slave to your passions, your stuff and your ego, whatever you have a price your willing to pay and most importantly…
If you do believe in anything. I mean really believe in anything you are less inclined to sell your soul for fancy pants and a pair diamond laced sneakers.
I’m not saying don’t go after the bag or get your money or any of that bullshit. I’m asking you honestly do you want to be somebody’s bitch?
I get it. Some times you got to be depolomatic in life but the fucking dude got his ass handed to him for talking about Lord Voldermort??
Real talk. You can’t talk shit about em. You can’t say anything let alone speak the name that makes grown man piss themselves to sleep at night if it is whispered in their ear.
This shit is silly as fuck!
I can’t. I can’t handle this shit. This is reality?! Holy shit.
Mother fucka’s are having his paper and repetition fucked with because he was crying about the fucking the Lords and Lady’s of the fucking west owning his slave ass.
Now. I grew up around the Jewish community. You say jew I think someone who wear’s a black suit, pimp hat and wants to be left the fuck alone to be who they are talk Russian all damn day.
Ye and rest of the fucking world says jew. I think. Lord Voldermort. I grew up reading Harry Potter. The shit sound the fucking same.. The fuck?!
I think the world means the financial merchant technocrats. That’s obivous but no one gives a fuck about the sky being blue.. but all of it sounds like whinning to me from the lips of slaves with boots on their necks.
No. I don’t give a fuck he said some shit about the royalty that rule the fucking west. I don’t give a fuck and neither will anybody else when it’s two months from now if not two days.
It’s a lesson though. Do your own thing and don’t be beholden to anybody for how you get your bread or feed your damn kids.
I’m sorry. No. I’m not sorry. Ye got the shit test. People will say he kissed the ring because black people didn’t support him….
If he wanted to be free he should have walked the fuck away and expected to lose it all so he could start over again. There are only two options 1. a boot on your neck or 2. bounce.
Ye will probably bounce back and get more wealth and fancy pants from all this. But, he’s still a slave. That’s just the way it is. Would I be any different though if I was given the choice?
I don’t know. I’m weird though. I don’t like the idea of being somebody’s bitch or people taking me for a sucka they can turn out. I would rather be left the fuck alone.
Conflict. It’s in the air we breathe and water we swim in. Personally, I prefer to vamp it and blow out sweet pain and free thinking.
Amber sat in a seat to my right with her note pad and pen ready in the business conference room I had rented out for the day at my bank. I checked my pocket watch in my vest pocket. 12 noon.
“Lord Blair. When are the Lords excepted to Arrive. It is getting rather late.” Amber asked in the voice of an angel but the tone of her words made me worried of what female fantasies were running in her head.
“I am not a Lord. I am Doctor Arnold Blair or if you need a personal name for me Master will do. The young professionals and tradesmen will be arriving shortly. It will be a short meeting and then we will go home to bed. The discussion matters regarding your wifely allowance and assistant pay will be on the morrow.”
“Yes, my Lord.” She said in a small voice.
“Remember, Amber. I did give you two choices in the matter.”
“Yes, my Lord. You were generous. My Lord I believe your first candidate for the counsel of lords has arrived.”
I got to my feet extending my hand toward a young tall handsome bald gentleman dressed in a crimson dark suit walked in the room frowning but he took my hand in a firm shake and nodded to me.
“I got your message Doctor Blair, I believe but I found it rather strange. A request for a leadership position in the city? I found it puzzling. I thought the current King wouldn’t share power here.” He said meaningfully glancing at Amber.
“There is no need to be wary of such, Mr. Beast. I have asked you here to represent the magical warrior tradesmen. The king is not interested in day to day politics as such.” I said.
Mr. Beast frowned at me and then flinched back blinking. He smiled slowly as he saw me. “I see. Your are…Doctor Blair.” He said meaningfully for some reason. He took out a cigar putting it to his lips.
I reached forward and snapped my fingers at the end of the cigar lighting it a blaze with my lite thumb. Mr. Beast smiled at me and nodded his thanks taking a puff and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth.
“Thank you. Doctor Blair, you refer to me as a tradesmen in magic warriors here. How in the ancients did you come up with that notion?”
“I know of your work in helping with the young male orphans in the city and civiling them into competent soldiers, guards and trash removers. I hope to extend you an invitation sense so many of those young men look up to you as the inspiration for getting rid of the Dracoian savages.” I said.
Mr. Beast’s eyes lite with understanding and he grimanced. “I get it. Youngsters have been talking about me behind my back. What political powers will be given to me if I accept and will it take up to much of time to bothered?”
I smiled. “You will have a vote on immigration issues and task in your estimation of getting rid of trouble makers hoping to invade and distrub the peace. Meetings will be few and short. How’s it sound?”
“That sounds wonderful to my ears. I’m in.” A female said.
I looked around to see my female cousin Mini and two male come forward.
Mini was dressed in a fashionable pink dress. “Cousin Mini. You are looking lovely as always.”
Mini did a lady like dip with her dress.
I held out my hand to one of the men. “Mr. Mohler. A pleasure to meet you.”
Mr. Mohler bowed to me and shook my hand. “It is an honor. Doctor Blair. I wish you long life. As guardian and manager of the Crossroads Bar. I can not accept a position of power however the Crossroads will act by your will as a second gate dealing out annoyances to your peace and being a sanctuary for all time. By your word as the administrator of the guardsmen of course.” He said nodding to Amber who was silently studying as she wrote down what was going on.
I nodded. “I accept your terms.” I said and then turned to catch
Adam Silverstone bowed to me. “We the academics and spellswords accept your offer my Lord. We will ensure the safety and guardianship of the state along side the guardsmen that follow you.” He said extending out his arm.
I clapsed his arm. “Excellent this is going far more-” I paused to turn my head toward my asistent.
Amber attempting to slip away. Moving silently out of her chair. “Where are you going?”
Amber froze and then sat back down took up her pen and started writing.
“You will stay where you are until it is time for us to leave. You will not attempt to defy me. Am I understood?”
Amber paled at my tone but nodded. “I will do as you say my Lord.”
I turned back to Mini who walked over to stand and study Amber. “You’ve claimed a fairy. Are you sure about that?”
“I was there when I took her by the hips and sat her on my lap. So yes I am sure about that. What in tuss are you alluding to?”
“She’s a trickster. She might have used magic on you to make you want her. She looks like the type. Fat breasts, tiny waist and large ass. What the hell is appealing about her?” Mini said.
I literally couldn’t comprehend what in the tuss Mini was going on about. She couldn’t be serious but she looked and sounded like it.
Mr. Beast leaned close to my ear. “What in great Draco’s balls is your cousin going on about?”
I could see the other men had similar experiences of confusion. Amber was the only one looking she might cry.
“Lady Demar. I hold back my offer to you for the committee.”
Mini looked at me opened mouthed. “What for?! I didn’t say anything that was a lie. I was just asking a question. How could you like this-“
“-You are beginning to annoy me with your female nonsense. I chose Miss Clocks. That is final. I neither asked nor require your opinion. You are a female. You haven’t the first notion of how a male thinks or what pleases us so don’t attempt to make idle guesses about what we like and dislike in females.” I said softly.
Mini pursed her lips and stood straight. “I’m sorry for being foolish.”
“I suggest you concentrate on your flower business and becoming married lady. For right now you are acting very silly.” I said.
Mini bowed her head submissively to me. “My apologies Doctor Blair.”
“Apologize to my wife. Right this instance.” I said calmly.
Mini flinched at my tone but dipped a cursy to Amber and looked submissive though I knew there was a strong possibility she wasn’t anything of the kind.
“Are you done getting a confession?” Officer Rafe asked behind me breaking me out of vision I tried to capture of the alien in my head.
I got to my feet helpping Miss Waters to her feet and turned to face the officers. “Take Miss Waters to holding. We have a code 50b immigration issue.” I said.
The Judge looked swiftly at Miss Waters as she closed up her jacket and tried to cover herself and then back at me. “I’ll call in Sargent Drake on the swat team to head over to pick her-“
“She won’t be there or at her apartment. She’ll already be on the run.” I said as Ice showed me the park gateway the runner was headed to. “Tell Drake and the swat to head down to the place you interviewed her. I’ll meeting them there to help with the hunt.” I said.
“How the hell would you know that?” The Judge asked in annoyance.
I stared at him. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere.”
“Mr. Page. What will happened to me?” Miss Waters asked.
I didn’t have time for this shit. I smiled at her. “I will handle your case we’ll go through the proper channels and I will get you a proper resolution.” I said guiding her to the officers who hearded her away. The Judge stayed behind.
I reached inside my pocket for my detapad and sent a group message to Drake and King Gino Fish. “Do you have a location on her brother?” I asked The Judge as I texted Drake a short reply to what we had to deal with.
Level 5 Alien shit bag playing god on the run. Meet me at 6th Golden Road. Purple district. – Dallas
The Judge grimanced but nodded. “Yeah. He’s at the station waiting for us to bring her down with her corporate authority defense team. The boys at the station will keep him busy at the station. We should head to the nearest border she’ll be making a run for it.”
I shook my head. “There’s more then one border. She won’t be taking the usual route. I know of one in purple district.” I said and looked at my detapad as I got reply from Drake.
The hunt is on – Drake
City is on lockdown. Find and delete alien shitbag. – GinoFish
“What the hell happened to her.” The Judge asked me as he followed me out of the condo outside.
The alarms were going off to indicate the city was going into lockdown.
I turned to him.
“Miss Waters deleted Brent as he attempted to violate her under the orders of your fucking witness. Her mutation broke out and drove her insane afterward and the foreigner used the moment to craft a good bullshit story. We’ve already lost enough time. Let’s move.” I said rounding my crusier and jumping inside. Ice the Elder Dragon was in the passenger seat. I started the engine and took off down the road.
“I thought I told you I didn’t want any part in your alien political issues.”
I felt Ice’s sardonic smile. “I am Authority. I have eyes everywhere. I like that line Jr. It’s not my doing that this pretend God invaded this realm. You have to accept what you are and the lessor beings you will attract to challenge your Authority.”
“I live my own life old man. I only started getting into this shit after I finished my internship under you.”
Ice shrugged unconcerned with my words. “You took on the job Jr. You’ll have to deal with the consequences sense you became Authority.”
Alright what is this photo telling you. There is a story here. In every article of clothing and in the very way she leans at an angle toward the camera. The gaze. The expression of one eye brow raised.
She is relaxed but posed and focused. Nothing is out of place. Everything fits and there is a story.
Interview with Kaiah Lewis best selling author of I birthed Twelve kids and run my own damn business and Boss Bitch in Charge.
GuardianDogg: First off, I want to say you have a lovely home and very welcoming family. How you are doing today?
Kaia Lewis: Thank you. I’m quite good. My daily morning Yoga ritual was fantastic and energizing afterwards I had a lovely writing session just before your arrival. I am ready for this interview to get going.
GD: Let’s dive in then. When did you realize you wanted to be a Boss bitch? Have you always had an entrepreneur spirit?”
KL: Well yes. Though I didn’t realize my full potential until my husband obtained his first million, before then I was just a house wife with three children. Those were fun adventurous times writing on my blog and doing freelance writing gigs. I was eighteen at the time.
GD: Humble beginnings. You have a very strong pose in your writing. How long did it take for you to develop it in your writing career/business?
KL: Oh I would say right around my sixth child and my husband got into investing in the hotel business that my writing took off. I got into my stride and I started getting book deal offers suddenly and here we are.
GD: Indeed. Who is your inspiration as a writer and boss? Who has cultivated you to the success you are now? Are you a self made genius?”
KL: Oh no. I would say my husband of course. He is a very busy man between doing business deals around the world and being a father of twelve. But, he always seems to find time to blow my back out on my birthday every year with the same energy and passion he did when I was eighteen. I find that inspiring.
GD: Really?! That is amazing. Such dedication and punctual timing.
KL: I agree. Of course sense I am his personal asistent in control of his schedule I always put it in his Callender of course. I always make a commitment on my part to make sure our busy schedules line up just right.
I stepped out of my cruiser slipping on my suit jack in front of the authority officer in charge and several other officers outside the private condo residential building around her. What was her name? Damn it. I glanced at her name tag on her badge. Quinn. Officer Penny Quinn. I took in the scene and looked around at the others. “Officer Quinn. Sense your the acting officer in charge I would like to see my client please.”
Officer Quinn shook her head. “I was in charge until the judge arrived. You’ll have to speak to him about seeing her.” She said nodding to an officer on a huge black motorcycle cruiser.
I froze at the sight of Bran “The Judge” Rafe who was seated on his bike staring at me with his mirrored glasses on. “Your the rookie Authority taking over for Sam?”
I nodded. “I am Authority Dallas Page. Officer Rafe. I plan to insure my client’s rights are protected from a street judgement. She asked for an authority.”
The Judge shrugged and nodded to the apartment building. “She’s holed up in her place with a blaster to her chin when officer Quinn came.. She’s spooked won’t talk to us asked for an authority defense. If you can get her out we’ll take it from there?”
I stared at him. “Meaning you’ll take her to holding alive where she will stay until the case is investigated. I will find out if her plea for a defender is valid or she’s guilty.”
The Judge stared at me.
The hair on the back of my neck was standing up and my heart hammered against my chest. I gripped the B coin in my right pocket tightly. “Do you understand me Officer Rafe? It’s the standard rule I believe.”
The Judge nodded. “You being an authority should know as well with a witness and the murder weapon in the accused hand is a clear cut case. There’s no need to extend the hour on this Case or the amount of paper work we’ll have to do. That’s my judgement, Sir.”
Damn. That was pretty clear cut with a witness and the damn weapon. Still something was off. I stared at him. “Why didn’t you execute her then? What are you not telling me?”
The Judge frowned. “The witness was at the scene of the murder when it happened and we only have one witness. The lab boys are still going over the scene of the murder. It took place less then twenty-fours ago.”
Clear cut case my ass. This lazy mother fuckah didn’t want to be bothered doing the damn paper work.
“I over rule your judgement. Nothing is clear cut. I haven’t seen the interview with the witness or any other evidence.The final judgement is still up to King Fish and the high judges for the case. Officer Rafe. When I bring out the accused I need you and your officers to bring her to the station for holding. Are you capable of doing the job or do I need to hire out corporate security forces to handle the job?”
The Judge stared at me and then his face formed a slow wolfish grin. “Orders accepted. Final judgement is on you as is the paperwork.”
I nodded stiffly. I turned away from the jackass walking toward the apartment building door entrance.
“Hey, rookie your going to need a protective shielding. She’s also an elemental. I forgot to mention that. You still up for talking to her?” The Judge said. The others snorted in laughter at me.
I stiffened up my back and felt a change take hold of me. I turned and looked at him. The laughter around us stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. The stupid grin slipped off his face.
“I am Authority. You will address me as such mortal. Just….wait for me to come out with Miss Waters and do as I ordered.” I said. I kept the “or else” out of my words. What the fuck was wrong with me? I noticed that I could see my breathes in the summer night. Damn it. Ice element.
Officer Rafe nodded. “Copy that Authority. We’ll be waiting for you to bring the girl out.” He said respectfully.
I took several chilly breaths bringing my anger under control and turned back to the door and walked into the condo that smelled of earth and some other wild elemental inside.