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High Lives in the City

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Adrian Taylor stood at the foot of the “Thee Chiefs” throne. A light from the ceiling was shining on his head as he looked nervously over the room. His breath was calm, but his nervousness was deep within him. The Three Chiefs of The Order talked quietly in murmurs about Adrian’s fate. He had stumbled upon something monumental;

something that was far passed anything he had ever imagined would have been going on in the small city he lived in. He looked over the Chiefs’ faces as they murmured.

He glance went from the Three Chief’s throne and over the room slightly. He figured the room must have contained politicians as the majority. Most of them were probably local, but he would put money on some of them being federal. Hell, maybe some were even international politicians. Who knew how far up this thing went. Adrian was silent, and his eyes floated over the accusing eyes of the enormous crowd that stood in the darkness. He was surprised to find many of the naked women hadn’t put their clothes back on. He guessed it was because they were so used to being naked around others that it seemed almost normal. Some of the people in the shadows whispered quietly to themselves, while others stood quietly with their arms folded, staring at him. The room he was in was a grand round hall. The sides had pillars that reminded him of Roman decor. It seemed to be white, white walls, and white marble floors; although it was too dark to see much of anything. The only light was the spotlight that was over his head, as well as the Three Chief’s throne. The room was also mostly empty of furniture or decoration like what was in the rest of the building. The only thing that resembled furniture was the lavish thrones, which the Chiefs sat on. The thrones were large, and also reminded Adrian of Roman decor. And the Chiefs themselves were dressed in white robes that went to their ankles, with blood red sashes that were strung across their chest and tied at their shoulders. They all looked as if they were the same rank, as neither of them was dressed more extravagant than the other.

When the three chiefs all turned their heads toward Adrian at the same time, which showed they were finished talking, Adrian swallowed lightly. He knew this might be the end of his life. It’s a rough game to play -stepping on people’s toes that is- and Adrian was at the tale end of a losing hand. Adrian tipped his well-shaven chin up slightly, looking over the three chiefs as they stared at him. The one in the middle spoke first, in a gruff, harsh politician’s voice.

“We’ve come to a decision mister Taylor. While your trespasses, as well as your meddling, are viewed as rather condemning, we are going to let your fate rest upon your own decision. I’m sure that what you’ve seen here tonight has made a large impact upon you.” While he was speaking, Adrian couldn’t help but think that this particular chief reminded him of a municipal judge. A rather mean, evil municipal judge.

“Many who come here for the first time, invited of course- much unlike you Mr. Taylor- cannot deal with what they see. Now, your position in your career may pose a problem in the decision you make, but many have learned to deal with career as well as The Order at the same time. So, Mr. Taylor, the decision is entirely up to you.”

– –

For eleven years Adrian Taylor had been apart of the Meridian Police Department. He was a highly decorated division detective. He won Officer of the Year four times during his employment; one of the awards came during his first year. After 6,495 arrests, he has retained a seventy one percent conviction rate. During the years when Top Gun was big, Officer Taylor earned the name “IceMan” from his peers for arresting a young man during his mother’s funeral. The kid had been on a robbery spree of thirty-five robberies in two weeks, and no one had caught him. Finally Officer Taylor had the evidence he needed, but he got a tip that the kid was leaving in two days. Taylor’s only chance to get an arrest on him would be at his mother’s funeral. It was the only place he was sure the kid would be, and it would be a day before he was to leave the state. So Officer Taylor did what was needed.

His home life was mostly lonely. He’d never been married, and the longest relationship he’d ever had lasted a short eight months. Adrian’s guess to why women wouldn’t stay was most likely due to the late hours of work, the early rising to the station, or the nights when he wouldn’t come home because he was working on paperwork. His last girlfriend had actually come to the station while he was interviewing a suspect, cussed him out, and then left while he was too helpless to try and get her to stay.

Police officers are often asked if they have ever shot anyone. Adrian was only asked once. If he were asked again, he would nod his head solemnly, and hope the person wouldn’t ask who. The truth was, Adrian Taylor had shot three people. Two had deserved it, if anyone ever deserves it. He shot them to defend innocent people that were in immediate danger. The third was almost unnecessary, but due to the mistake of a fellow officer, he had to go through with it. It was a woman, which makes it a hard thing to do to begin with, she was in her mid thirties, attractive, married, and she had two children, which makes it even harder to deal with. She was going through a stage of schizophrenia, which induced a horrible case of paranoia, and violent behavior. In this particular incident, she had a paranoia attack, and obtained a kitchen knife to defend herself with. She was locked in her room for hours, screaming about people coming to get her. When the panic attack wouldn’t pass, her husband grew worried and called the police. Officer Taylor was the first on the scene. He arrived and asked the husband what had happened, and walked down the hall of the single story home to talk to the woman through her bedroom door. She refused to come out, and threatened if anyone were to come in, she would stab them. Other officers arrived, and stood back from the hall to try and help. Eventually, the woman did come out of the room, but she did it with her knife pointed toward Adrian. He backed his way down the hall, instructing everyone to leave the house except for the officers. For a moment, the woman stood in the darkening hallway staring at Officer Taylor while he pleaded her to put the knife down. She remained silent, and did not move. The thought that maybe she was slowly snapping out of it crossed Adrian’s mind, he would soon realize otherwise. The hallway was long, on the right side were two bedrooms including the master bedroom in which the woman had locked herself in, but the doors to both rooms were closed. On the left side, the hallway wall broke into an open doorway leading into the kitchen. Officer Mencaird happened to be standing a few feet just inside the doorway, watching the woman.

His job was to wait until she got close enough to where he could take her down safely, and secure the knife to where she could not hurt herself, or any other police officers. There were also two other officers standing in the living room behind the kitchen. Without warning, the woman charged down the hall, raising the knife with it targeted toward Officer Taylor. Adrian had already unbuttoned the strap to his gun, and he pulled it from the holster as he backed away from the woman, yelling for her to stop. At the same time the woman passed the doorway to the hall, one of her children came running in through the from door yelling for her to stop. The child was immediately scooped up by one of the officers in the living room, and run out of the house. The child had distracted Officer Mencaird. Adrian yelled his name a few times before he realized Mencaird wasn’t going to tackle the woman from behind. She was within inches of him when Taylor finally had to fire. He nearly closed his eyes when he did. The whole hallway filled up with smoke, and Adrian’s eyes filled up with tears. The family never forgave him, despite his numerous letters of apology. He never even forgave himself for what he had done.

Adrian often got cases about homicide, but he also got an unusual amount of cases dealing with sex crimes. Even though he wasn’t a sex crimes detective, he often found a lot of his cases tied in with sexual crimes of some sort. For instance, on his last case he was investigating a string of three murders in the downtown area. They were all women, and they were all similar in looks: young, long brown hair, bright green eyes, beautiful face and body. He traced evidence out of the downtown area from one person to the next. Eventually it lead to a local pornography producing group called Lightning Video. The head producer, Kyle Galliard was the leader of the group of five prominent producers.

Apparently what was going on, was a few of the girls had gotten ashamed of some of the work they were doing, and wanted out. Instead of filing a class action lawsuit for breach of contract, Kyle Galliard made a new contract on the girls’ heads. He had some sort of moral complex to his personality; it wasn’t okay to throw out a contract and skip town, but it was okay to kill someone who tried. The ordeal ended when one of the girls got away, and went straight to the police instead of straight out of town. Of course Officer Taylor was the person to do the interview. She gave a grisly story of everything that had gone on, and the threats that were made. She also had some very convicting evidence for the court. Mr. Galliard had told the girl that if she were to run, she would be hunted and killed, and he also let the fact that he had done it before slip out. Kyle won’t be seeing a free sky for the rest of his life.

Somehow, Adrian had worked himself into a case involving sex again. This case started much like the case of Kyle Galliard and his band of murdering porno producers, but Adrian didn’t realize that until the very end. It had started when a number of local prostitutes began showing up dead. When someone usually thinks of prostitutes, they usually think of pick garters, a fake wig, and a sleazy neighborhood. But these prostitutes were of a different kind. These were the type that made appearances at the mayor’s Christmas parties, or the ones that were seen escorting the movie stars that visited meridian occasionally to dinner, and then a little something afterward. These weren’t the usual street corner hookers.

When interviewing one of them, Officer Taylor found out the usual going rate was anywhere between $2,500, and $4,000 a night. They would only go to men that had large amounts of spend able money. The first girl showed up toward the end of August in a river gorge that had dried up over the summer. She had been a beautiful girl. A stunningly beautiful girl. Adrian couldn’t recall ever meeting anyone so perfect before. Nothing seemed very suspicious about the murder, meaning it didn’t seem to tie to anything. However, in the space of two weeks, three more had shown up. They all were found in the same type of fashion, their hands were tied, and they were naked. There were no signs of rape, or any other type of sexual crime evidence. Even though there were traces of them having multiple times in a short period, all the analysts figured it was a normal thing for a prostitute.

When two more girls showed up around the city, Officer Taylor began to think he had a serial killer on his hands. He also would have called in higher authorities to begin investigations if his mind hadn’t been changed for him. Adrian was out asking some questions about town on an early September afternoon. He was at an estate of a local playboy who has been known to throw wild parties every once and a while. Adrian had been to a few of these parties himself; he had even met one of his pervious girlfriends at one. When he had gotten nowhere with his questions, he walked down the walkway of the house back to his car. When he sat in the driver seat he noticed a small piece of paper on his steering wheel. He looked around through his windows that might have been watching, but didn’t see anyone. He took the paper and unfolded it slowly, reading what it said.

“Meridian Public Library, private room B, @ 3:45PM.”

Taylor took a glance at his watch; it was already two forty-five. Someone had been watching, and most likely knew when he would be done with his work. He started his car, half expecting a bomb to blow him, as well as half the street up. But it started normally, and he drove toward the public library. When he arrived outside the sun had already began to make its slow descent toward the horizon. The sun was hidden behind the public library, and shaded the entrance steps. Officer Taylor walked up them slowly, glancing around to see anyone who might have been following. He wished he knew who he was looking for, whoever it was obviously knew how to look for him. The library was fairly quiet, even for a library.

There was an older white man reading a book at one of the tables in the middle of the first floor, and a couple more people in the rows of books, looking through the Dewey decimal system. Taylor walked up the spiral stairs toward the second level where the private rooms were. When he arrived, he took another glance. This floor was even emptier than the ground floor. He walked across to the opposite side of the room toward private room “B”. Someone was already sitting inside. It was a woman, fairly young, dressed in a completely black dress. She was attractive to be sure. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, almond tanned skin. Taylor half wished this meeting would be about something other than work. He opened the door and peaked his head in slowly. The woman raised her head to look at him; her face showed no giving expression.

“Hi, I’m Officer Taylor-” Adrian started.

“I know who you are, come in quickly.” She cut him off, waving a hand slightly for him to enter.

Taylor entered the room, and sat in a chair across the table from her. He folded his hand, his suit jacket raising slightly above his waist, showing his gun and badge.

“What is this about? And how did you know where I was?” He asked.

“I’ve been following you. And I think you know what this is about. The murders you have been investigating lead to more than you think. It’s not a serial murder, I’m sure that is probably what you’ve been thinking.”

“Oh really? Who are you first, and how would you know so much?” Taylor leaned back in his chair slightly. While he looked at the woman, thoughts of the woman that he had shot three years ago crossed his mind. In his heart he felt like weeping about it. But he was a police officer, and he had to do his work.

“I won’t tell you my name. But I am here to help you. Two of the girls that were found were friends of mine.” Her eyes were getting slightly misty; she obviously was hurt. “I want you to know that by talking to you, I will most likely be the next to be found dead. I know you probably think you could protect me, but please don’t even try. There’s nothing you can do to save me from these people.”

“Okay. I want you to know, if you do decide you do need help, you can come to me. Now, who are these people you speak of?” Adrian accepted her statement about him not being able to protect her; she seemed serious enough about it.

“It goes much higher than anything you imagined. I can’t tell you too much about whom is involved because I don’t know myself. I do know that most of the people involved are some type of politician. And there’s also cops involved, as well as high social members. Who is involved is not what’s really important. The group is also much larger than you think. It’s a cult of sorts. The women you’ve found have been victims of some sort of ceremonial sacrifice they regularly practice. They kill them all the same way, with the same knife.” Flashes of the crime scenes passed through Adrian’s mind. He recognized what she was talking about. He remembered noticing a stab mark that was always on the neck, just where the two collarbones dip to make a u-shape. This was another part of each crime scene that made him think it was a serial killing.

“I’ve also been a working girl like the others you have found for many years,” she continued. “After working with our corporation for a while, I was asked to do a private party that was very special. I said I would, but I wondered how it was special since I had pretty much seen everything. My boss told me that anything I saw or heard could never be repeated, and that I was to follow directions no matter what.” She hesitated here for a moment. “I wish I never had agreed, and I would take it back if I could. Even if I wanted to tell you what I had seen I probably couldn’t, there was so much going on. The party was like nothing I had ever seen before. All me, except for the working girls that went. There were girls for many different organizations, and added together there were probably over a hundred of us. The men were twice that many, probably two or three hundred. They all wear costumes of some sort, or at least masks. They start with a weird ritual to begin with in a closed room, and the girls wait outside. When their ritual is done, each girl meets a man outside naked. A lot of men fuck the girls, and some men just like to watch; or are two old to fuck. In any case, a lot of sexual favors take place. Some of the men even have some of the girls fuck each other. This all takes place in a gigantic two-story room, only the second story is merely a balcony that surrounds the entire first floor. From here the “three chiefs”, along with a few other guys watch all of what is going on. Sometimes they jerk themselves off, but rarely.” She paused again, and shook her head slightly. In the deep of her eyes Adrian could see tears were forming.

“I don’t know my politicians, but I do watch the news sometimes. I know I have seen the senator of this state, and some other familiar politicians.”

Adrian cut her off at this point. “You said they wear masks or costumes.”

She frowned again. “Well…I have gone home with some of them.” The deep regret in her voice made Adrian believe her, but he stayed somewhat skeptical.

“Anyway,” she continued “I just wanted to warn you: Get off this case. Every person that has discovered this before has either joined them, or ended up dead. If you don’t believe me, check the Police employment records. Officer Meyer two years ago disappeared, and Officer Lincoln suddenly quit four years ago.” Adrian’s mind flashed again. Meyer had been his mentor. He had won Officer of the Year more than Adrian had, and suddenly, just before Adrian joined the force, he disappeared without a trace. Adrian always wondered what happened to Meyer. He had a hard time swallowing that it was related to the same case he was currently on, but he does remember Meyer talking about a murder case he was working that looked like a serial killing just before his death. Adrian sat quietly as he looked at the woman across from her.

“I am getting a faint idea of what you’re talking about here. But other than prostitution, I don’t really see anything illegal in this story.”

The woman started again, raising her hand slightly. “There’s more. The women you have found lately are the same women that go to these parties. Every month, at the end of the ceremony of sex, one woman is chosen. Once again all the men gather in the huge room, and close the doors. The one chosen woman follows them in, and she never comes out. They do not let us stay near the doors, so I can never hear what goes on, but I know that some of my friends have been found in the gutters of Meridian in the past. You have to believe me, more than just sex goes on at this ‘party’.”

“Miss, unless you have more than this…there is nothing I can really do to further my investigation. So I thank you for letting me know what I am dealing with-”

“I have directions to the location.” The woman interjected. She slipped him a piece of paper, looking at him. “This is all I can do. I have to go, and hopefully I will live long enough to get out of town.”

Adrian looked over the piece of paper, and then back up to say something, but the woman was already leaving out the door. Adrian got up from the seat, and went to look through the library for her, but the woman was nowhere to be found.

– –

Adrian left the library more burdened than when he entered. He at least was chasing a shadow of a case earlier. Now he was chasing a monster, and he would have to face it sooner of later. When he sat in his car, he looked over the street, watching people drive by and walking on the sidewalk. He wondered whether or not he should go to his sergeant about this, or whether he should go investigate himself, or whether he should ignore everything the woman said. He wished he could ask the woman for some kind of proof of where she worked, but “working girls” didn’t exactly carry cards with their business name on them. How could he possibly be sure she was telling the truth? Their conversation ran over in his mind as he got back in his car and decided to go back to the station.

Back at his desk, Adrian sat with his elbows propped up, and his fingers slightly covering his mouth. He stared into space as he considered the case he was on. The thoughts and memories about officer Meyer struck closest to home. Meyer was a good officer, but he had disappeared so suddenly. Adrian wondered if the woman actually knew what she was talking about. Sometimes it is hard to tell. Adrian had nearly made up his mind to investigate Meyer’s file when he heard a call come over the radio. Another woman had been found in the back of an alley.

Officer Taylor jumped up from his seat, grabbed his jacket, and walked briskly out to his car. Outside the Police Dept. the sun was just barely going down. There was a slight overcast covering the sun that made the sun look pink through the clouds. Officer Taylor grabbed his keys from his pocket and put them into his car door to unlock it. From nowhere a sharp pain struck the back of Taylor’s skull. He started seeing white spots in his eyes that made it very hard to see anything else. As he was pulling out his Glock from his hip holster, he began to feel himself fall to the ground, and a group of hands grab his arms. He struggled to stay conscious, but felt himself slipping away. Thoughts of his family crossed through his mind. His old home in Kansas came through the swimming thoughts. After a couple moments, he felt himself being dragged, and shortly after everything went completely black.

– –

When Adrian woke again he had a pressing headache, his head felt like it would split right down the middle of his two brain hemispheres. For a moment he didn’t move, he stayed still and looked up toward the ceiling, trying to get his bearings. He was lying on his back on some sort of bed. The ceiling was painted like a beautiful mural, a Greek feel with cupids sitting on top of fluffy white clouds, gazing down at him. The room was well lit, and when well lit is said, it means lighting was used to the utmost skill to give a soft feel to the room. Lights high on the walls just before they met the ceiling cast a soft yellow light across the ceiling, which blended nicely with the yellow and white painting. Adrian stared at the cupids looking at him for a moment, hoping his headache would go away, and then finally looked over the rest of the room.

It appeared to be a regular, ordinary bedroom. Besides the fact that all the furniture was like it was out of a museum, nothing else looked as if Adrian were anywhere else but in someone’s home. He sat up in the bed slowly, rubbing his head. He noticed he was not dressed in his cream colored suit anymore, but a black satin robe with a hood. The sheets on the bed were also satin, and the bed also had four posts. Around, and atop the four posts was a translucent white satin skirt, which spread at the foot of the bed to give Adrian a sight of the room. Slowly, he pulled himself out of the enormous bed and put his feet on the floor. Even the carpet seemed to be very nice. He stood up and gave another look around the room. He could hear a soft beat of music through the walls, somewhere close. At the far side of the room, next to a chair against the wall, was a door. Adrian walked toward this, and stopped short. He glanced toward the top left corner of the ceiling and noticed a camera that resembled a security camera. It peered down at him, a small red LED light blinking next to the lens. He turned his eyes again, and tried the door anyway, expecting it be locked.

To his surprise, the door was perfectly unlocked. He turned the knob slowly, and opened it. He felt his body, and came to the realization that he had been stripped of everything he had with him before he was knocked unconscious. His gun was gone, his pager had disappeared, even his underwear was taken. He was completely naked under his satin robe. Immediately passed the door was a wide hall. Again paintings and murals were hung along the walls, and the hallway was perfectly lighted. He turned his head either way, and saw nothing of importance in either direction. To his right the hallway went another two hundred feet or so, and came to a dead end. There were two other doors down to his right, on either side of the hallway. To his left, the hallway went another twenty feet, and made a right turn. He could hear the music much clearer from the hallway. It sounded much like swing music, but he couldn’t tell for sure. His ears were still ringing from being knocked unconscious.

Adrian decided he should follow the music. Since the other direction led to a dead end, he figured it wouldn’t lead to anything very interesting or helpful. What pressed most on his mind was finding a way out of the place. He walked to where the hallway made the right turn, and put his shoulder to the wall, and peaked his head around the corner. Here he saw no immediate danger, the hallway went another twenty feet or so, and ran into two large double doors. The music now was clear, it was swing music, and it was obvious to Adrian that it was coming from beyond the two double doors. Slowly Adrian crept to the doors, and tried one of the handles. This door too was unlocked. He opened it slowly, and his breath seemed to suck back into his lungs from the sight he laid his eyes on.

The double doors opened into an enormous room. The ceiling was very high, while this ceiling was plain, having no murals or paintings, it was a good thirty five feet from the ground. The room itself was close to forty-five to fifty yards square. Inside the room were large, round couches made of purple velvet, which matched the dark blue and purple feel to the room. Also in the room were more couches and tables of all kinds. Along the walls were more couches and chairs. Near the top of the room, was also a balcony. The balcony had a small railing, and covered the entire circumference of the room. Along a far side of the balcony was the band he had heard. It struck Adrian for swing to be an incredibly weird type of music to be playing at a scene such as this. Besides all the furniture, there were packs of people. Some were on the couches, some sitting along the walls, some were even on the tables. Male and female, mostly all of them were dressed in the exact same fashion which Adrian was dressed, in long black satin robes, and bare feet.

Those who were not dressed like Adrian, mostly the females, were completely naked. Beyond the huge size of the room, and the unusual furniture, what astonished Adrian the most was what everyone was involved in. The woman were mostly all naked, and involved in some kind of sexual act or another. The guys were either involved with them, watching, or stroking their cocks while they watched. Adrian glanced around, watching all of what was happening. Some of those who were not watching, were involved in the numerous drug activities going on around the room, he could see cocaine being snorted everywhere, as well as marijuana, heroine and other drugs. Adrian couldn’t believe his eyes. It was just like what the woman had described in the library. He made a quick glance to the balcony again, and sure enough, he saw the men who were watching the entire event. Most of the men looked rather old, and a handful of them were stroking their cocks while they watched. Adrian glanced down to the room again. One woman had started screaming and moaning uncontrollably. She was on top of one of the table, her legs straddling a younger mans waist as he bounced up and down on his hard cock. Adrian watched for a moment, wondering whether he should bolt for the door, or stay and see what happens. He felt himself getting hard as he watched everyone. He noticed another woman had peeled back a man’s robe, and knelt so she could suck his cock, staring up into his eyes. It seemed no one had noticed Adrian enter the room. He could have left unnoticed, and perhaps have found a way out.

Just as he had decided it was time for him to leave, and had turned to find another way out of the room, a woman began walking straight for him. Her eyes were fixed on his, and he found himself stopped, not able to go any further. The woman was beautiful. She reminded Officer Taylor of the woman he had found at the crime scene a few days ago, her body was perfect. She had taut, supple breasts, and slim tight hips, and her ass was a work of art. She smiled at him slightly, as she swayed closer to him, dragging a fingernail over her naked abdomen. Her finger went down her stomach, and over her pussy softly, collecting some of her own juices, she was obviously aroused from all of what was going on. Slowly, she brought her finger to her mouth, and sucked the sticky juice from her finger, closing her eyes lightly as she tasted it. She opened her eyes again, and crossed the distance between Adrian and herself. When she was inches from him, she slid her hands up over his shoulders softly, pressing the back of his neck to tilt his head toward her, their lips met, and she snaked her tongue into his mouth, licking and rubbing while she explored. Adrian took the time to feel her perfect body, his hands ran down her sides, and over her ass, squeezing gently, and pressing her against his hard cock. She gave out a small whimper at this, kissing him deeper. The woman broke the kiss slowly, and smiled again at Adrian. The question crossed his mind to where, whoever controls this event, they find such perfect women.

“Hi, I’m Adrian.” He had no idea why he told her that. He just felt the need to say something. The woman just smiled, and reached her hands down to his robe. She pulled apart the buttons that Adrian didn’t even notice were just over his crotch, the robe opened and his dick stuck out from his robe. Adrian’s heart began to race, and he started to shake unnoticeably. She stared into his eyes as her fingertips lightly traced over the head of his cock. Adrian couldn’t help but let out a shudder. He noticed her eyes were a deep, untraceable blue. He smiled back slightly, more of a grin, and watched her hand for a moment. In an awkward, but completely pleasurable fashion, she began to slowly stroke his cock. Up and down his shaft her palm went, as she licked her lips slightly. Adrian looked back into her eyes, and leaned in to kiss her lips a few times, tasting her lips again, and then decided to let her lead. She pushed him slowly back to one of the chairs against the wall, next to the double doors he entered from, and sat him down carefully.

Adrian’s unbuttoned robe slipped to either side of his thighs, and his cock stood up in the air. He breathed slightly heavy, and looked at the woman. She grinned, and slowly crouched down in front of him, licking his cock before she swallowed the entire dick into her mouth. She let out an elated moan that came from her throat when she tasted his cock, and began to suck softly while she bobbed her head up and down carefully, all the while swirling her hot tongue around the shaft of Adrian’s cock. Adrian moaned, leaning his head back, he had never felt something so wonderful. He tried to keep from coming as long as he could, he knew there must have been better things on the horizon, but he couldn’t help to succumb to the magic the woman was working on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and leaned his head back, groaning slightly as he came. The woman let out a small moan again, and began to swallow as soon as she felt his cum in her mouth. Adrian panted, and his whole body tensed. The woman began to rake her fingernails gently over his thighs as his cum shot into her mouth, and she swallowed it down. Finally, Adrian’s body slumped, and his cock conducted a last few spasms. He looked over the woman, who was wiping her mouth and grinning at him. To his surprise, the woman did not leave. She climbed into Adrian’s lap, and kissed his neck, turning her gaze over the room to continue watching what was going on. Adrian watched with her, rubbing the woman’s thighs and hips as he did.

As he and his new friend sat against the wall, Adrian took the time to look around and try to spot some of the politicians or celebrities in the room. This was the first time he noticed another truth the woman from the library had pointed out, all of the men were wearing masks. A small few were without masks, such as himself, but for the most part every man was wearing some sort of masquerade mask. He glanced around the room, looking for any men who were not wearing masks. He saw many that weren’t, but no faces he could recognize. Then he saw a man sitting in the corner closest to him, he was in a chair alone, and his mask was off. He was an older man, in his early fifties, and his eyes were worn. Adrian recognized him as a news anchor from the local news channel. Officer Taylor had arrested him in front of his wife for possession during his second year in the force. The man had tried to bribe Officer Taylor to let him go. The man looked across the room straight at Adrian, Adrian’s gaze did not leave the man’s face, he only stared right back. The man seemed to recognize Adrian, although Adrian got the feeling the man did not recognize him as the officer that had arrested him all those years ago.

Just then Adrian’s attention was turned to one of the men that was standing on the balcony. The man had let out a loud moan, and it echoed across the ceiling. He was furiously stroking his hard cock, and had started to cum. Many of the people who were on the floor glanced up to watch him, some even applauded. The man moaned again, and cum shot from his cock down from the balcony. Adrian was too far away to see if it had hit anyone, but he assumed it had. Adrian looked at the woman who was sitting on his lap.

This woman hadn’t ceased to surprise Adrian yet, instead of her looking around the room, or at the man on the balcony who was shooting his cum over his audience, she was looking straight down at him, all the while rubbing her fingers over her pussy softly. She smiled when she caught Adrian’s eyes, and Adrian smiled back. Her eyes fluttered slightly, and she gasped softly, rubbing her fingers faster. Adrian took his own fingers, and put them in place of hers, rubbing them over the lips of her pussy, barely pressing them inside of her. She gasped again, and hugged his head, licking and sucking gently on Adrian’s ear while she did.

“I want to fuck you, Officer Taylor,” she whispered softly. Adrian shot a look up at her, and began to stammer a question of how it was possible she could know his name, but the woman attacked his lips as soon as his head turned up toward her. Her hand reached down carefully, and began to stroke his already hardening cock. Her breath was warm, and washed over Adrian’s face from her nose, Adrian let out a soft moan when he felt her hand on his cock, and continued stroking his fingers over the woman’s pussy. When she began to writhe on his lap, Adrian helped her lift up, and set her slowly down onto his cock.

Her pussy felt even better than her mouth did, and Adrian leaned his head back again, bringing his hands up to rub and grope the woman’s breasts. The woman let out a soft growl, and leaned forward, biting Adrian’s throat when he tilted his head back. She licked and sucked on his skin as she began to rock her hips on his cock, moving up and down his shaft slowly. Adrian grunted, and slipped his arms around the woman, pressing her close to him while he helped her move on his cock. She moaned against his neck loudly, sucking on his skin again. Adrian leaned his head down slightly, biting her shoulder. He could feel how deeply his cock was thrusting inside of her, and she was moaning louder and louder with each stroke. She began grunting each time she sunk onto his hips, his cock digging inside her completely. Adrian opened his eyes momentarily to see that a small group was gathering around the woman and himself, some men were stroking their cocks while they watched, and some women were sucking some of the men’s cocks. One brazen woman came over to the woman Adrian happened to be fucking, and began to rub her breasts while she worked herself on Adrian’s cock.

The woman on Adrian’s cock soon began to shudder, and screamed out as her orgasm began to hit her. She raked her fingernails across Adrian’s chest, and pressed him back in the chair as she torqued herself on his cock, quivering and screaming as she came. Adrian could feel her pussy gripping his cock, and her legs quaking. He thought he would not last long, but as soon as he was about to cum, the woman stopped, and slowly slipped herself from Adrian’s lap. The woman that was massaging her breasts grabbed Adrian’s wrist. She was dark haired, slightly tall, incredibly beautiful as the other woman had been. She pulled Adrian from the chair, and led him a couple steps away, then stepped in front of him, and bent over, grabbing the seat of the chair with her hands as she looked over her shoulder at Adrian, expecting him to plummet his cock inside her from behind. Which Adrian did, he took a step forward, and leaned over slightly, pushing his cock into her slowly, and then began to fuck her madly, his hips slapping against her ass. The woman began to scream as soon as he was thrusting inside her, and the chair began to bang against the wall. As Adrian was fucking the woman, he heard a few men behind him moan loudly as their orgasms began to peak, and he felt his beginning to grow again. The woman in front of him began to groan and thrash her head from side to side.

“Oh yeah, yeah, harder, harder…fuck me harder, baby.” Her cries almost completely overwhelmed the room, and Adrian became aware that nearly the entire group was watching him fuck this woman. He began to pant heavily, and sweat formed on his forehead. As his cock kept pistoning the woman’s slit, he began to moan and shake, his orgasm starting to hit. He felt his body tense again.

“Yeah baby, cum inside me. Don’t stop, fuck me until you cum, I want to feel it in me.” The woman had her head turned, watching Adrian fuck her from behind, beckoning his cum from his cock. Adrian let out a load moan of his own, and felt cum shoot from his cock into the woman’s hot pussy. She grinned and let out a satisfying ‘ah’, as she felt his cum flood her pussy. Adrian stroked into her a few more times, and then stopped, merely grinding his cock into as the last of his cum emptied from him. He finally pulled his cock from her pussy, and collapsed onto a couch that was next to the chair he was sitting in. The blue-eyed woman whom he had started fucking to begin with rushed to him, giggling and smiling happily. She climbed into his lap, and kissed his lips, hugging her arms around his neck. Adrian let out a soft laugh, and hugged her back, keeping her close against him.

– –

The fun was soon over. After all the commotion, Adrian heard a loud bell sound; not like a school bell, a bell you would hear at a Chinese museum. The swing band then stopped their music, and all the women and men began to slowly leave the room. The girl sitting on Adrian’s lap slipped from him a little more gratefully than he expected, and a man grabbed Adrian’s arm, pulling him from the chair he was sitting in. He then felt like a cow or sheep being herded into a large room. They walked through another set of double doors to the right of where Adrian entered. It seemed to Adrian that he hadn’t walked into the room voluntarily, but rather had been forced in a subtle way. He found himself in the room before he could get his mind off the woman who had jumped onto his lap after his sex episode. He thought of her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her beautiful breasts. He wished he could run away from this party with her. While these thoughts were flowing through his head, images of sex and sex positions dancing on his brain, he felt himself being subtly forced into the center of the new room they were entering. He finally noticed he was in a daze, and slowly snapped out of it. When Adrian saw the entire group dissipating around him, until it was only himself in the middle of the room, he finally began to take in his surroundings. The room he had entered was nearly the same size as the orgy-room.

He saw Greek and Roman language written over the marble floors in a circular design. The room itself was also round. Large, round marble pillars surrounded the middle of the floor. In the middle of the marble floor sat a large alter, which was raised from the marble floor by a few feet, making it visible to the entire room. Behind the alter sat three large chairs. The chairs looked more like thrones which would be seen in a castle somewhere in Europe. Lights shown down from the ceiling of the large round room, and were mostly centered on the thrones. Adrian looked on each side of him, and noticed two very large male guards were standing next to him, making sure he didn’t move from his spot. Beyond the two guards all the people who were in the first room had now started to gather around by the pillars, turning their attention toward Adrian and the throne. In the midst of the people, Adrian spotted the woman who had been sitting on his lap.

She was looking a lot less happy than she was before, she looked back at him and Adrian offered her a smile which she did not return. Adrian suddenly put together the fact that she was only being affectionate to him because it was her job to make sure he didn’t leave the room. At that moment, Adrian felt a sorrow cross over his heart, and he felt ashamed for what he’d done. The bell sounded again, and a door opened to the east of the room. Afterward, in walked three men wearing the same clothing, and the same masks. The men walked slowly, and stepped up to the thrones silently, each of them taking a seat. The three of them were dressed in the same white robes, and with red sashes over their waist, and up their shoulders. Adrian looked over them silently, feeling the nervousness beginning to creep up from his stomach.

“Hello, Officer Taylor,” the man on the right began, “you have entered the home of The Order. We are the three chiefs of the order. I trust you enjoyed what you experienced for the moment. However, because of your investigation, your welcome here is not entirely trusted. The Three Chiefs will now discuss your fate.”

The three men turned to each other, and began to discuss to themselves quietly. Adrian took this time to look around the room again. It seemed everyone was here. Even the band had gathered to watch. He noticed some of the naked women hadn’t even put clothes on. And even more astonishing, some of the women were still pleasing the men. Adrian noticed one naked woman crouched in front of a man who was watching silently, slurping and sucking on his hard cock.

– –

When the three chiefs all turned their heads toward Adrian at the same time, which showed they were finished talking, Adrian swallowed lightly. He knew this might be the end of his life. It’s a rough game to play -stepping on people’s toes that is- and Adrian was at the tale end of a losing hand. Adrian tipped his well-shaven chin up slightly, looking over the three chiefs as they stared at him. The one in the middle spoke first, in a gruff, harsh politician’s voice.

“We’ve come to a decision mister Taylor. While your trespasses, as well as your meddling, are viewed as rather condemning, we are going to let your fate rest upon your own decision. I’m sure that what you’ve seen here tonight has made a large impact upon you.” While he was speaking, Adrian couldn’t help but think that this particular chief reminded him of a municipal judge. A rather mean, evil municipal judge.

“Many who come here for the first time, invited of course- much unlike you Mr. Taylor- cannot deal with what they see. Now, your position in your career may pose a problem in the decision you make, but many have learned to deal with career as well as The Order at the same time. So, Mr. Taylor, the decision is entirely up to you. I offer you two choices Mr. Taylor. The first is perhaps the smartest depending on your desire to continue your life. We propose, that you join us immediately, and never mention what you have witnessed here to anyone else, ever. You will be welcome on a limited basis to further gatherings, as long as your membership continues to be secret. The second, is the unavoidable outcome should you choose not to join us. The second choice, is we let you leave to make your decision, and you decide not to join. In which case, you will be hunted down, found, and made a sacrifice at our next meeting. You will have mere hours before you re-captured, and brought here to be prisoner until our next meeting where you will be killed. So, Mr. Taylor, as I said, the decision is entirely up to you. At this time, you may now leave, and have eight hours to make your decision. You can either choose to join, or choose to attempt at escaping. When your eight hours is up, members of The Order will find you, and force you to make your decision. The two men next to you will escort you out now.”

– –

Adrian stood outside the gigantic mansion, looking over the building. He was standing in the middle of a parking circle, where numerous limousines and other luxury cars lined the parking driveway. Adrian took a small breath, his head beginning to calm down finally. As he began to walk from the mansion, he started to think over his choices. It was a choice that was offered to many people, Adrian believed, be a pawn in heaven, or a king in hell. Adrian wondered if he decided to run, how far he really would make it. He knew the Three Chiefs were serious in what they said, they sounded serious. Adrian had stumbled onto something that was undeniably huge, and something that was not dismissed easily. When he reached the access road, he looked right, and then left, unsure which route to take. Then he began walking again, unsure of what to decide. Officer Adrian Taylor walked for fourteen miles back to Meridian, and was still not sure of what his decision would be. But he was sure of something, it would definitely be a good chase either way. Whether it be from the Meridian Police Department, or the Three Chiefs of the Order, and their menacing goons. Adrian smiled and laughed to himself as he walked, cars rushing by him as the sun began to turn a gleaming yellow as it started to rise from the mountains to the South.

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