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Around the World in 80 Babes
2005 CSSA Award Winner for Best M/F Series
Chapter 46: Coming Out Party, Part 3
September 23rd, 2005
The Cavanaugh Estate,
Outside Sydney, Australia
“Richard Stall, I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Standing naked in the middle of the room, Richard
Stall had to admit that this was the absolute worst time for Scotland Yard Inspector Agnes Stone to come barging in on him.
“Inspector Stone,” he said casually, making no effort to cover himself up. He was relieved to see that her eyes wandered down to his manhood more than once as he faced her. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure.”
“Looks like you’ve been getting more than enough pleasure lately, Stall,” Stone said, taking a step into the room. “Care to put your trousers back on.”
“That depends,” Stall said. “Are you going to cuff me first?”
“I think you’d like that a little too much, Stall.”
“But don’t you think you’d like it, too, Inspector?”
“I’ve just caught you in bed with two women, and you’re honestly trying to flirt with me right now?” Stone said, surprised.
“Depends,” Stall said, reaching for his pants now. “Is it working?”
“I do, actually,” Stall said.
“Care to tell me what you’re doing here, Stall?”
“Well, we were having a threesome, but we’d just finished when you barged in. However, I do believe I could convince the girls to get going again, if you wanted to join in. I must say, you do look rather uncomfortable in that suit – why didn’t you wear a dress to this party?”
“I wasn’t exactly invited.”
“Really?” Stall said, his face covered in mock surprise. “I’m shocked. Got a warrant?”
“No, I don’t,” Stone frowned at him.
“Then I guess you won’t be hauling me out of here with handcuffs on,” Stall said, reaching for his shirt.
“Let’s get one thing straight right now, Stall,” Stone said, stepping in towards him. “You aren’t leaving this place until I get some answers.”
* * *
“Marissa?” The voice came from the tiny speaker inside Marissa Call’s ear. “The boss has run into a little bit of trouble. Are you busy right this second?” The speaker was her boyfriend, Michael Burke, who was hidden out in a van well off the Cavanaugh Estate.
Marissa rolled her eyes. “I’m delivering drinks to people. What do you need?”
“Just be ready to move – we may need to get out of here in a hurry.”
“No one’s trying to kill him right this second, are they?” she asked.
“Not yet. But we haven’t heard from Chelsea lately, and that’s not like her.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” Marissa whispered. “But I’m about to bring Delta Goodrem a Long Island Ice Tea – should I hold off on trying to get into her panties?”
“Absolutely not,” Burke replied. “The boss would be furious. He’ll have to stall for time if you’re getting lucky.”
“All right, but if anyone tries to kill him, you let me know. I don’t want to be left behind.”
“We’d never do that to you, babe,” Burke replied.
“And don’t you forget it,” she hissed before putting back on her fake smile. She’d reached Delta’s spot, where she was waiting for Martin Cavanaugh to return with his daughter. The main event was only half an hour away.
“Miss Goodrem,” Marissa said, hitting the button on her watch to coat the glass she handed over with Lambert’s chemical. “I just wanted to say, I’m a big fan of your music, and I’m really excited to meet you.”
“Oh, thank you, sweetie,” Delta said, taking the glass firmly in her hand.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” Marissa asked, watching as Delta’s nipples went hard underneath her flimsy yellow party dress. That was all the answer Marissa needed.
* * *
“You can’t keep lying forever, Stall – I know you’re connected to these mystery broadcasts, and you’re going to tell me what they’re all about.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Stall lied as he and Stone continued to speak. Both Natalie and Dannii had ducked out of the room as soon as they’d gotten dressed. Stall never did learn what it was that had impressed Dannii so much. Perhaps it was just his raw sexual appeal…
“Bollucks, Stall!” Stone said. “You’re bloody well connected, and I know it. What are you broadcasting?!”
“I’m not broadcasting anything,” Stall said, hoping fervently that Burke, who was listening in on the conversation, was smart enough to turn off all of Stall’s cameras at this point. If not, Stall was in deep trouble. Where the heck was Chelsea Smythe, anyway? She was supposed to prevent these things.
“We’ll see about that,” Stone said, reaching for her cellphone.
She never managed to get it out of her purse. From around the corner, a woman clad in deep purple came running up and crashed into her with enough force to send both women sprawling to the floor.
“Fuck!” the woman in Purple said, struggling to pick herself up off the floor.
“Are you okay?” Stall asked, reaching out a hand to help her up –
– and drawing short as he recognized the woman’s face. It was Raven, the assassin!
“STALL!” She called out, fury racing through her eyes. The woman whipped out a nasty looking dagger and took one long lunge at him, attempting to gut him with one powerful slash. She missed by mere centimeters as her feet got tangled up in Stone’s legs, and she went sprawling to the floor again.
Stall wasted no time, reaching down and grabbing Stone by the arm, hauling her up to her feet.
“Time to go,” he said, pushing her down the hallway.
“What is it with you and women?” Stone asked as they started running.
“I’m irresistible – I thought you knew,” Stall joked as they dodged around a corner.
* * *
“Didn’t I just leave this party?” Marissa Call muttered to herself as Delta Goodrem pulled her into the Cavanaugh laundry room.
“Excuse me?” Delta asked, clearly confused.
“Never mind,” Marissa said, kissing the singer. God, she was gorgeous. Marissa couldn’t help but let her hands wander down to Delta’s breasts, feeling their firmness beneath the yellow fabric.
“I – ah, I’ve never done this before,” Delta admitted as she reached down to start unbuttoning Marissa’s shirt.
“You’ve never had sex in a laundry room?” Marissa joked, pulling down one of the straps on Delta’s dress, exposing one of those perfect breasts.
“No, actually, I never have,” Delta admitted, allowing the other half of her dress to fall off her shoulder. “But I meant I’ve never done it with another girl.”
“You seem pretty eager,” Marissa said as she shed her own shirt, exposing the flimsy white bra holding her tits in.
“I’ve always wanted to,” Delta admitted. “And you’re so hot.”
“Well, who am I to argue that,” Marissa said, kissing the actress again.
“What do I do?” Delta asked.
Marissa smiled as she pulled down her own pants and panties. “Let me show you,” she said, taking Delta’s hand and placing it between her legs.
* * *
“Why is it every time I come across you, someone’s trying to kill you?” Stone asked as she and Stall ran around a corner.
“I’ve always had trouble making friends,” Stall replied. “Where the heck are the stairs?”
“You millionaires,” Stone muttered. “Can’t you make a mansion that doesn’t include a maze of rooms?”
“My mansion was fairly straightforward in layout.”
“But that burned down.”
“Right then,” Stall said, smarting at that. “Somehow I knew you’d find out about that.”
“Hard to miss a blaze of that size.”
“Indeed. Shouldn’t you be armed?”
“My gun was in my purse,” Stone muttered. “Which I conveniently dropped when that woman slammed into me.”
“Just once it would be nice if these things weren’t so complicated.”
“STALL!!!!” Coming up fast behind them was the assassin in purple, knife in hand.
“Bollucks,” Stall swore. They were just about out of places to run.
Suddenly, a red blur came flying out of a side hallway, colliding with the assassin and sending both of them out a window.
Stall and Stone stood staring at the hallway for a long second.
“You’d think Cavanaugh would use a better quality window than that,” Stall muttered.
“Who was that?” Stone asked.
“Best guess, my bodyguard,” Stall said. “She was looking for me.”
“How many women do you have looking for you?”
* * *
This really was the sort of thing that only happened to Stall. Lambert was getting hot and heavy with the young girl he’d met at the bar. His shirt was unbuttoned and her hands were caressing his chest as he tried to cram his tongue down her throat. They were hidden between the bushes and the pool house, though if anyone wanted to look out one of the upper-level windows, they’d see them pretty easily. Really, how Stall handled these situation was beyond him.
Abigail pulled off him long enough to yank down the top of her dress enough to expose her breasts, then reached down and grabbed his package through his pants. “I want you to stick this in me,” she whispered, gripping his dick hard.
“Oh, yeah,” Lambert said, reaching down for his belt buckle.
Suddenly, there was a huge crash. Lambert and Abigail both looked up in time to see two women come flying out a large window and land atop one of the catering tents. The fabric bowed for a moment under their weight before rebounding enough to send the two women rolling off and into the pool with a splash.
“Ah, crap,” Lambert said, recognizing Chelsea Smythe as one of the two women.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Abigail swore next to him. They both looked at each other for a long moment.
“Gotta go,” they both said at the same time, rushing to get re-dressed. As soon as his shirt was redone, Lambert raced off to the left, ignoring Abigail as she ran to the right. “BURKE!” Lambert called out, hoping his radio would pick up the call over the commotion of the crowd. “We’ve got trouble!!”
* * *
“I’m so close,” Marissa moaned as Delta continued to stroke her clit. The two women weren’t wasting any time now – they both had their hand between each others legs, stroking away like mad. Their lips were constantly kissing, and their breasts rubbed together as they gyrated against each other.
“This feels so good,” Delta moaned as Marissa continued to finger fuck her. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
“Marissa!” Burke’s voice came over the radio.
“I’m almost there!” Marissa hissed.
“Someone’s trying to kill Stall.”
“I’m so close!” Marissa called out, causing Delta to rub even harder. She returned the favor as best she could, though clearly Delta was enjoying it.
“We need to GO!” Burke demanded.
“Oh, FUCK!!!!” Marissa screamed as she came, orgasm rocking her body, sending her sprawling to the floor, Delta collapsing on top of her, clearly in the throes of her own orgasm.
“Marissa?!” Burke called out, clearly concerned.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Mmmm. I already did,” Delta said, bending down to kiss Marissa on the lips. “Thank you.” Suddenly, the sound of the commotion upstairs filtered down to them.
“We have to go,” Marissa said, pulling her clothes back together.
“Will I ever see you again?” Delta asked.
“Uh, probably not,” Marissa said, closing her shirt. “I’m pretty sure I’m leaving for L.A. tonight.”
“Pretty sure?” Delta asked. But it was too late. Marissa was already running out of the room.
* * *
Chelsea Smythe’s head broke over the water in the pool, and she desperately gasped for breath. The pool was heated, which was something, but other than that, she was in a pickle. Her gun had gone flying out of her hand almost as soon as she’d hit the window, and it was nowhere in sight now. The knife the assassin had been carrying, on the other hand, was glittering brightly at the bottom of the pool, and there was a large purple mass already swimming towards it.
Chelsea had to get out of the pool, and she had to do it now. Her dress wasn’t helping. All the beautiful red fabric now clung to her body in awkward ways, making it difficult to tread water, let alone swim. Glance down, Smythe cought a glimpse of the assassin shedding her dress to ease her efforts to reach the knife. Smythe would have followed suit, except that by the time she fought her way out of the dress, the assassin would be on her, most likely gutting her like a fish – which seemed ironically appropriate somehow.
So Smythe lunged for the edge of the pool, hoping someone would pull her out before she got slashed to death. People were running around like crazy, clearly scared out of their wits by the sight of two women flying out of a second-story window and crashing into a pool. Smythe really couldn’t blame them for that – lord knows the whole thing had scared her, too.
“Chelsea!” a voice called out. Smythe looked up to see Lambert, of all people, standing next to the pool, holding out a pool net towards her. She grabbed the metal pole and pulled herself in, reaching the side of the pool just in time to hear the assassin break above the water behind her, gasping for breath, too.
“Help me out,” Smythe demanded, throwing her arms up on the side of the pool. Lambert reached down and grabbed the wet remains of the bow at the small of her back and hauled her up onto the ground.
“Lambert!” Stall’s voice called out. Smythe looked up to see Stall and some woman she’d never seen before looking out the broken window. “Stay there! We’re coming down for you!”
Smythe looked back towards the pool in time to see the very naked assassin climb up on the edge, the knife gripped between her teeth.
“Like hell we are,” Lambert said, gripping Smythe by the arm and shoving her towards the house.
* * *
“Stairs!” Stall called out, pointing off towards the side as he and Stone raced through the Cavanaugh mansion.
“Wait!” Stone called out. “I need to get my gun!”
“No time,” Stall said, heading for the stairwell. “My people are in danger!”
“Blast it, Stall, I’m not letting you out of my sight this time!” Stone said, racing after him.
They flew down the stairs and into the nearly rampaging crowd. Suddenly, their movement was practically stopped as they fought to head in the general direction everyone else was running away from.
“Burke!” Stall cried out over the noise. “Where is everyone else!”
“Who the hell are you talking to?” Stone demanded.
“Lambert and Smythe are heading your way now, but they’ve got a naked woman with a knife after them,” Burke’s voice came back. “Marissa’s coming from downstairs, but she’s caught in the crowd.
“Fantastic,” Stall muttered, shoving his way forward.
“Who are you talking too?!” Stone demanded.
“The guy who’s going to get us all out of here if we can all just get together.”
“Does that include the woman trying to kill you?” Stone asked.
“Depends on how angry my bodyguard is at me,” Stall muttered.
“You clearly are forgetting how mad I am at you,” Stone shot back.
“Stall!” Lambert’s voice called out over the crowd. Stall looked across the mass of people to see Lambert and a soaking wet Chelsea Smythe halfway out in the crowd, trying to force their way towards the house.
“STALL!!!” A new voice roared behind them. Stall spun around to see a hulk black man shoving his way through the crowd. He recognized this one, too. It was the other assassin.
And he was carrying a very large pistol in his hands.
“BURKE!!” Stall cried aloud. “We’ve got more company!”
* * *
“Where is she?” Smythe asked, scanning the crowd behind them for the naked killer.
“Who cares, we need to go,” Lambert said. Suddenly, the flow of the crowd changed, and instead of everyone running into the house, everyone started racing out of it.
“Uh-oh,” Lambert and Smythe said together.
Stall and Stone came flying out the door just ahead of the first gunshot, which shattered the door frame right above Stall’s head, sending splinters flying everywhere.
“Boss!” Lambert called out, racing over to where Stall and Stone had landed in the grass.
“We need to go!” Stall said, hauling himself up.
“This way,” Lambert said, leading them towards the area between the bushes and the pool house where only a short time ago he’d almost gotten lucky with that Abigail chick. As they ducked between branches and hopefully out of sight, Lambert hoped the young girl was alright.
They raced down the single file aisle as fast as they could, turning the corner behind the pool house-
-to come face-to-face with a dead end provided by a chain link fence.
“STALL!!!” the giant black man’s voice screamed out again. Stall, who’d been at the back of the line, turned to see the hulking man racing towards him, batting aside bushes as he ran. He came to a skidding halt, and aimed his pistol right at Stall’s heart. For half a second, Stall saw his life flash before his eyes, and he realized what he regretted most was not finishing his quest to film 80 famous women from around the world. How many did he have left to go? 20? 18?
And then a gunshot rang out. Stall clutched at his heart, expecting to fall over dead at any second-
– only to watch a the black assassin drop his pistol. A small trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his lips, and he fell to the ground, dead.
And standing there behind him, holding the pistol Chelsea Smythe had dropped when she went flying out the window, was Marissa Call.
“That was for what he did to Michael,” she said before dropping the pistol.
They all stared at her for a long minute before Chelsea Smythe finally snapped out of it.
“We’ve got to go,” she said, reaching for the discarded pistol. “Burke, where the hell are you?”
“Right here,” a voice said from behind them. Through the chain link fence, a van had pulled up, the doors swung wide open to reveal Tschelet Appleberg with some bolt cutters.
“Get us out of here,” Stall said, helping Marissa to step over Crow’s dead body.
“Wait a second here,” Stone said. “We can’t go anywhere. There’s been a murder here.”
“Self defense,” Smythe replied. “You’re our witness.”
“We’ve already got the plane tickets booked,” Burke said from his seat in the van. “We’ve got an hour and a half before we’re airborne.”
“We need to go,” Stall said. “Inspector Stone, another time perhaps.”
“Oh, I’ll find you again, Stall,” she muttered, watching as the Van pulled out and raced away. “Count on it.”
* * *
Raven found Crow’s body some time later, a single bullet wound to his back. The shot must have hit his heart – that was the only way she could think that a back shot would have killed her partner. They’d been working together for years. He’d been the only partner who never tried to sleep with her – of course, the fact that he was gay probably added to that. Still, men like him didn’t come around that often. She’d miss him.
And it was one more reason why Richard Stall had to die.
Raven was now clad in the uniform of one of the wait staff. She’d managed to corner a tiny brunette before all the commotion died down, and after slitting the girl’s throat, she’d stolen the outfit and shoved the corpse into the pool when no one was looking – amazing how fast the place cleared out after those first couple of shots were fired. No one but Stall’s people had seen her face, and with her dress at the bottom of the pool, everyone would assume the corpse was her. At least, they would long enough for her to escape.
But what would she do now? Crow was dead, Stall was alive, and Blackbird wouldn’t take her back after having avoided him for the last two months. Not that she needed the job – she had enough money stashed away in her private accounts around the world to live the good life for the rest of her years. Maybe it was time to retire to an island, find some cabana boys to keep her entertained.
But Stall was still alive. That couldn’t stand. That man had to die, especially now that Crow was gone. But how would she find him? Slide might be able to do it. The computer hacker always seemed able to find anyone.
But, then again, did she really need to look for Stall. Sooner or later, the Englishman would return to London once again. He couldn’t stay away forever. And when he did, Raven would be there, waiting for him.
And then, finally, Richard Stall would die.