Lone Star: Targeted (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Lone Star: Targeted

Chapter 3

Megan sat back in her chair and looked around her home office. She tapped her chin as she stared at the monitor. William Wallace’s old girlfriend had vanished shortly after he went to prison. The photo of her on the screen showed a pretty, dark-haired woman.

“Close enough,” she whispered. “I could do her.”

She’d spend all day on the computer trying to find any evidence of Havoc’s activities or location. Other than the police reports of his involvement with the Gaines Gang and Lone Star’s sniping, he’d covered his tracks very well. Megan guessed he was living on cash. He didn’t even have a credit card that she could find. Of course, he might be using gift cards.

How did he get his hands on a military grade FEM Belt and bracers? she wondered. No one had reported any missing. He’s too big to wear a captured FEM Fighter’s belt.

She scrolled down to look at more file photos of his girlfriend. Lana Wronaski, AKA Lana Love, was a stripper, sometime hooker. Or at least had been when she dated Wallace. No one knew where she went, but she’d been raised in Chicago.

Megan reached up and pulled out the rubber band, releasing her ponytail. Long dark hair cascaded down her back as she stood. She moved over to the luxury condo’s bedroom. And then she pulled off her black tank, followed by the red shorts, leaving herself in nothing but a lacy red thong.

Stepping into her closet, the shapely thirty year old pulled down a tight little black dress. A black leather dress. After wiggling into it, she pulled on a pair of black thigh high stockings, before putting on a pair of strappy stilettos. Oversized silver hoops were hung from her ears, with a silver studded collar, and wrist cuffs, too. Lana was dressed much the same in one of her photos.

Hey, it’s overtly sexy, but still covers more than my Lone Star costume.

Yet, she felt more out there, more naked, in that outfit.

Megan quickly made up her face, and did her hair in a very sexy style. The hope was the glossy red lips, shiny jewelry, and plunging neckline would keep the bad boys distracted enough to get honest answers out of them. Unfortunately, looking like an “easy” woman had its drawbacks.

I get nailed every time I wear this dress, she thought, insides suddenly hot and tingly. She took a deep breath, mind racing. Will I? Dammit, I don’t have a choice. If I have to bang some moron to get answers, then so be it.

Wouldn’t be the first time. Undercover work inevitably led to getting under the covers with some horny guy. But she never failed to wheedle out the info she needed when in bed.

Totally worth it.

Megan’s face heated up. Twelve years back, when she first put on the Lone Star mask and costume, eighteen year old Megan would’ve scoffed at the idea of spreading her legs for a bad guy just to collect intel. Nope. She was overflowing with idealistic dreams of truth, justice, and the American way.

Real life Lone Star, and Megan, had done far worse to catch a criminal.

“Hi, I’m Lana Love,” she said, trying to mimic Lana’s deep, gravelly voice. “Hey, I’m Lana. Lana Love. I’m looking for my old boyfriend. His name is William Wallace.”

She stopped to clear her throat. It wasn’t easy speaking like that. Kinda hurt her throat. So she practiced whispering with that voice. Once she was confident it was passable, Megan headed down into the condo’s underground parking garage. She had a white Land Rover Discovery and a silver BMW 3 Series Hybrid in her two assigned spaces. But she paid for another two spaces one level down. A ten year old black Jeep Wrangler filled one parking space, and a fifteen year old red Camero filled the other.

Megan got into the Camero.

Living in Uptown, just north of downtown, Megan drove over to Central Expressway, heading south to I-30 East. She drove to Mesquite, and to Wallace’s old hangout. The Philly Pool Hall proved loud and crowded for a Tuesday night. More than a few men turned to stare upon her entry.

Megan walked all through the pool hall looking for Wallace, or any familiar face. Even one of the Gaines Gang would’ve been a win. She got lots of interested looks, nods, and even a few bootie grabs. And some dirty looks from other women.

“Looking for someone, babe?”

The man looked early forties, and more than a little rough around the edges. It took a second, but she recognized him as Roger Upchurch. Roger was a well-connected player in the Mesquite, East Dallas area. Mostly drugs and prostitution. She was sure he’d know William Wallace.

“Yes. I heard my old boyfriend got paroled, so came down from Chicago as fast as my little feet would bring me,” she said, using that low gravelly voice. “This was his favorite hangout back in the day.”

“Name?”

“Lana. Lana Love.”

His eyes glazed over a second as he absorbed that, and then, “I meant his name.”

“Sorry. I’m such a ditz. My boyfriend is William Wallace.”

Roger stiffened. “Well, that’s a name I hadn’t heard in a long time. Not happy about hearing it tonight, either.” He looked her up and down with more interest. “I heard Wallace was banging some hot stripper. You?”

“Yeah,” she said, and smiled brightly. “You heard of me?” He nodded, eyes ten feet deep in her cleavage. “Awesome. So, can you help me find him?”

He pulled her in close, hugging her as he whispered into her ear. “Yes I can, babe. Stick with me, and I’ll hook you up.”

Megan’s breath caught. His other hand rested under her armpit, butt of the palm pressed into the side of her boob. Yeah, he was kinda copping a feel. Then that hand caressed her side down and over her well-rounded hip, and back up. Three times.

With a firm hand in the small of her back, Roger guided Megan to a very dark, very secluded booth in back. He sat close and personal, wrapping an arm around her as he pulled out his phone.

Roger used his free hand to text a few people, and then called others. He called in favors, and even threatened one guy. All the while Megan sat quietly, staring at him with big worshipful eyes, and endured his other hand caressing her side. And then his hand came up to cop a very firm feel.

“Oh.”

He grinned at her, winked, and released her tit. His hand returned to stroking her side and tone belly. It actually felt good. Too good. And then he started to randomly cop feels. She resisted protesting, and after a few she realized her window of opportunity to stop him was gone.

“There. I got the word out. Now we wait,” he said. Roger leaned over to kiss her, but she averted her face. He kissed her cheek, while copping a feel. Then his phone hand stroked her inner thigh. “You’re very beautiful. I bet you made a fortune as a hooker and stripper.”

“I never said I was a hooker.”

“I heard,” he said, catching and holding her eyes. “Now let’s discuss payment. Services rendered on my part, need services rendered on your part.”

Megan froze, jaw dropping. He took the opportunity to claim her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She resisted at first, attempting to push him away, but only weakly. She couldn’t use Amazon strength. Roger was a notorious MAAD member, so despised super heroines.

“But William is my boyfriend. That would be cheating.”

He barked a laugh. “He hasn’t been your boyfriend in seven years. He was in prison. As for cheating, you stripped and hooked while with him. He’s not the jealous type.”

Roger buried his face in her cleavage, rubbing back and forth. “Mmm, you are silky smooth and smell great.”

He kissed his way back up to her lips, and they made out like horny teenagers for the longest time. Roger proved his meddle by getting her dress unzipped, and then pulled down to expose her tits. His hands were all over her. The man had her gasping, crying out, and squirming in record time. And then he got her skirt up around her tiny waist.

“Completely shaven down there,” he said, fingers squishing loudly as he rubbed vigorously under her thong. “I approve.”

“Waxed, actually,” she gasped out. “Oh God. Oh God.”

He grabbed hold of her lacy red thong, and ripped it off her body. He stuffed it in a pocket. Battle trophy in the sex wars?

“Hey! Those aren’t cheap.”

“Collateral damage happens, babe,” he whispered huskily, pulling his face out of her tits.

Roger unzipped and pulled out a monster cock. It stood straight up, looking long and thick, a tiny bead of pre-cum on the tip. He palmed the back of her head, and forced her face down into his lap.

“BJ first, babe,” he said, voice low and sex-drenched. “Then you can show off your skills dancing on my pole.”

Megan wrapped a hand around his shaft just to keep him from deep throating her. Then she plucked that bead of pre-cum off with the tip of her tongue, rolled it around her mouth, and moaned. She felt his cock swell a bit in her hand. Smiling knowingly, she lowered her lips and kissed the hot-skinned head of his dick, before swirling her tongue around it. He gasped and thrust upward.

Stroking his shaft, she raked long red nails across his nutsack, and slowly went down on him. Roger swept her long, dark hair to the other side so he could watch his dick sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned. Slurp.“Mmmm. Oh baby. Thank you for helping me.”

Roger growled low in his throat. He panted, and then suddenly dragged her over to straddle his lap. Megan reached down to guide him in, and he impaled her. She moaned and groaned, slowly sliding up and down his rod. All the while, Roger smothered her tits with kisses.

“Oh baby, I am and will be very grateful for your help,” she purred.

Megan felt her insides changing. Hotter. Mushier. She tingled all the way down to her knees. And she bounced faster and faster on his cock, crying out with pleasure as her efforts pushed her closer and closer.

“Oh yes. Oh yes,” she cried. “You’re the man, baby.”

He clamped down on one of her super sensitive nipples with his teeth. Megan cried out in pain and surprise, and then her insides erupted with divine bliss.

“Aaaagggh. Ooooooh, God.”

That inspired Roger to greater efforts, and he started thrusting up into her with frantic zeal. And in just a few minutes he pushed her over the top again.

“Aaaaggggh!”

“Yes!” he cried, and she felt his seed filling her up.

They slowly stopped humping, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Both huffed and puffed, big smiles on their faces.

“Let’s go to my place,” he said. “We can wait for a call there, and be…um…more comfortable.”