Midnight Ep. 021: HONEsty

The song ironically Train, Train by the band Blackfoot kept the Native American vibe alive. That, and the notion she might want a nice healthy train before long. Nodin was about to derail that train, his way. Moving closer with Calvin behind him Nodin nudged his way toward the stage, his mere appearance sending bikers and horny clientele to the shadows for safety. With Oliver Heavy Feather seated at the circular edge of the stage drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle to sulk in his battered pride he didn't even look back.

Mikaela shaking her perfect ass reached between her legs to rub her pussy, wet fingers toying with the three piercings along her clit and labia. Those were new as far as Nodin's knowledge. His wild child often ruined herself in such ways. Thankfully she had no tattoos. Covered in sweat her body glistened in the lights of the stage hot upon her flesh. With the men sitting next to Oliver noting a tap on their shoulders they leer up and bulge their eyes at Nodin. Going, going, gone! Oliver did not even miss them. He was too drunk to care. Only the audience on the other side of the stage remained for the show. They were curious to see where this would lead.

Calling Calvin to his whisper Nodin removed his suit jacket and had Calvin sit a chair up on stage for him. Mikaela moving to the cluster of men on the other side of the stage strutted about before dropping to her knees, accepting cash tips by planting her breasts around their faces and squeezing the money out of their lips. Many just didn't care whether her father was there or not. Using another chair to step up on the stage Nodin stood tall and moved the chair toward the center and sat down without expression. It was only a matter of time.

Songs switching to Fire Woman by the Cult she rose to her feet amid hundreds of crumpled twenty-dollar bills. Obviously the Rez was not that poor, of course 60% of those in the club worked for Nodin Merrick, for now. Others poor but not caring where they spent their money until their wives beat the shit out of them. Merrick would gladly accept his own money back free of charge.

Teetering in her stiletto heels Mikaela turned with a mischievous sneer toward the back of her to find only Oliver seated along the stage. Her focus blurry she offered a what the fuck look until guys in the distance pointed out Nodin. Eyes bulging at noticing her father up there holding a platinum credit card between pinched fingers she broke down crying. Seeing her father pat his lap she stomped a foot on the stage and cautiously approached him.

"DANCE!" He barked. She lost her lustful ambition until he snapped again, "I SAID FUCKING DANCE!" More Cult songs following one after another bleeding together she did as she was told, trying her best not to let her father down. Straddling his lap to the song Love Removal Machine she performed but still not quite as seductively. It took Nodin to choke her on stage to send her body into a spasm worthy of a true stripper. Gyrating her thighs over his lap she could actually feel her father's dick growing beneath her. Stunned because she had never once found her father into her like this, she begged to be released. Oh no! His grip on her throat grew tighter.

"Give these bastards what they came here for."

"Please daddy..."

"Do you want that pretty red car taken away?"

"No."

"THEN DANCE!" He released her throat then squeezed her pouty lips together to enact his stare. Hands off, she sent her body into theatrics that would make even the finest stripper proud. She accepted her fate and did as instructed. Tits in his face he actually swallowed her nipple to her distress. The crowd didn't know how to react. Incest on stage? Still, she provided a worthy reaction, tilting her head back to let her curly mane drape low behind her. Releasing his lips, he lay his platinum card right between her breasts in favor of squeezing them so hard she cried out.

The scream alerting the drunken Oliver Heavy Feather he bulged his eyes and began to panic. If Nodin was here, it was for a better reason than to torture his daughter. Struggling to rise from his seat Oliver found not only his big brother Calvin holding him down but another big bruiser with a long ponytail, equally as roided up as Calvin and Oliver. Quentin Rocking Horse was no child! He looked mean and was certainly capable of violence. Kids play, Oliver was reseated, his bottle removed from his hands.

On stage Nodin let Mikaela's breasts go and relocated his hands to her hips. Showing his own strength, he manhandled her until her legs were up over his shoulders, her pierced pussy mere inches from his face. The silence of human transaction failed the club. Song moving into Sweet Soul Sister, still by the Cult, Mikaela pawed her way up to hold herself aloft, hands on daddy's kneecaps. Gyrating her lower body in a belly dancers tummy surf it appeared her raven inspired pubes were flapping their wings toward its prey. Nodin simply stared over her, not directly at her wet snatch. This was only a show of force on his part. He truly had no desire to engage in sex with his perfect little devil, but a lesson needed to be taught. One that would be remembered for years to come.

"CLOSER!" He growled, Mikaela expressing fear of going that far in front of everyone. She had to run this place on occasion, her sluttiness toward others normal, but this was so far beyond the norm she feared it hurting business. Peering to his sides Nodin made his voice heard even over the music. "WHO HERE WANTS MY DAUGHTER TO MOVE CLOSER TO ME?" As if they were expected to agree many of the crowd chose to offer hands. Rolling his eyes at them Nodin snapped, "CAN SHE HEAR YOUR FUCKING HANDS?"

"CLOSER! CLOSER! CLOSER!" They chanted. Mikaela bawling her eyes out just did it, smothering her father's face with her sopping wet cunt. Daddy just sat there letting her gyrate over his lips. Her scent was nagging at his hormones, but he only wanted to humiliate her. She loved her father but ofttimes he could be cold and cruel. Just like right now.

Taking his platinum card from her chest before it slipped away in her rhythmic moves, he lifted his mouth up from her juicy snatch and spat out over her in disgust. In a surprisingly wicked move Nodin stood up and let her body fall to his feet but catching her legs before any severe impact. Once her shoulders were on the stage, he hurled her legs aside and let her wallow on the cool stage floor. Circling her with an arrogant look he eyed the patrons before showing his anger. Gripping her by her hair he yanked her to her feet and marched her the full circle of the stage almost dragging her in her tearful demeanor. Finally, he returned with her to the middle of the stage by the pole and removed his belt from his pants. "HOLD THE POLE!" She gripped it fearing resistance would be far worse than losing her car or any credit cards.

Drawing back Nodin wailed on her ass with his belt, her screams heard as the music shut off. "TWERK NOW!" She did so shaking her booty even as the lashes kept coming. Her cheeks beet red under stress she literally pissed on stage. Seeing it Nodin let her stream finish then again grabbed her by her hair and forcefully drug her to the floor and rubbed her face in her own urine. "THERE IS YOUR FUCKING FACIAL!"

Standing up straight he turned his attention on Oliver Heavy Feather. Towering over the seated warrior Nodin cracked his belt. "TAKE YOUR BROTHER OUTSIDE." Calvin and his fellow bouncer Quentin manhandled Oliver hauling him roughly out into the parking lot. Oliver's patched club members didn't dare to interfere. Taking the bottle of Jack from the ledge along the stage Nodin returned to his daughter and tilted the bottle over her bloodied ass cheeks. Alcohol in slightly opened wounds was pure agony. "EVERY PENNY YOU EARNED HERE TODAY GOES TO THE OTHER DANCERS." He tossed the bottle breaking it against a nearby wall.

Climbing down without effort Nodin then turned to the biker club members. "Drive my daughter home. Throw her naked ass on the lawn and piss on her from head to toe. My cameras will know if you've done more than that. Don't fuck with me."

Nodding without words a number of bikers began to comply when Nodin pointed out those that assaulted Dawn Bearpaw, "Not you three. Outside with Heavy Feather." They nearly shit their pants hurrying out ahead of him to join Oliver. Before leaving the club Nodin stepped to the other two stages and motioned the dancers to the edge. Kissing their knuckles apologetically he sighed, "Divide up my daughter's tips. Then get your asses back to work." The music began before he left the door.

No one dared to leave or even look out a window at Nodin. The bikers taking Mikaela out the back door to avoid any unnecessary grief. Putting her in her backseat a one Darryl Spotted Dick drove her convertible home, followed out by his fellow riders five in procession. They did indeed throw her to the grass and urinated on her as instructed, even in her face. Left to her drunken humility they rode off, leaving her to scream toward the heavens. Her sister Crimson, having seen it all over the surveillance cameras shook her head while relocating outdoors to stand on a balcony up over the lawn.

"Run the show Mikki... don't steal the show." Crimson let her sister scream.

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Back at SanTease, Nodin showed the assault video involving Sanchez to Oliver and his triad, each of them cringing at being busted. How did he know about the harassment toward Sanchez and Bearpaw. With the video finished playing Nodin pocketed his cell and wailed on the men with his belt.

"NEVER TOUCH BEARPAW AGAIN! OFF LIMITS!"

"We only used her to get the driver out of the truck." Sid Running Creek tried defending his crew.

"You fingered her you dumbass." Nodin kicked him while he was down. "Do I pay you to hurt the family of an Elder? She's fucking royalty you moron."

"The white man... fucked my Caprice." Oliver growled hating that he was being humiliated further by Merrick. "NOBODY FUCKS MY GIRL BUT ME..." He faltered knowing he had made her fuck many in his crew too. Point was they were Santee, Sanchez and Dolan Roster were not. That gave he and they privileges.

"Oh, Boo fucking hoo!" Nodin shook his head, "You worry about outsiders then turn around and make one your bitch. She broke it off from what I hear Heavy Feather. Best you stay away from her because I'm not bailing you out of jail over her lily-white ass. Anything you do off the Rez I can't always fix. Dolan Roster for all of his faults won't be bought."

"He fucked Caprice too."

"So, fucking what? I told you to stay away from her going forward. You want a job and paycheck you get it through your thick fucking skull. No more of this vengeance shit. No going after Roster or that Sanchez guy unless I tell you to. That clear Oliver?"

"Yes." He glared even though he disagreed.

"I SAID IS THAT CLEAR YOU NUMBSKULL?" He thumped Oliver in the temple with a finger.

"YES, MISTER MERRICK!"

"Go dig your fucking guns out of that ditch."

Coat handed to him by Calvin, Nodin allowed the giant to help him put it back on. Once his temper ceased the crew got up and headed for their bikes. It was going to be messy in that ditch. Sludge, leeches, and snakes. Just like they were.

"Calvin?"

"Mister Merrick?" The giant understood his employer well.

"You deserve a raise." Nodin mentally referred to the giant's still limp pecker. "Go to my house and fuck Mikaela up the ass. Show her who's boss."

"That would be you Sir."

"Exactly!"

"Thank you, Sir."

Calvin Heavy Feather got his wish.

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"Can you believe that bastard gave me coordinates over an address? There's only like 80 beach houses on the coastline from Caretaker to Cordoba." Sheriff Dolan Roster spoke dramatically to Caprice Comstock over the phone. "How can he not have a single piece of mail with a home address on it? Who the fuck doesn't have mail laying around. What? No mailbox? He must have a PO Box uptown. Not even a number on the house? Are you outside?" He had clocked two miles from the diner like she guessed it at going as far out as four miles. "I might have driven by you before you got out to the road. Let me turn around." Growling at having to perform an illegal U-turn, being a cop, he regardless did so.

"You're standing in the middle of the road? Are you nuts? What if... wait I see you. Get off the road before anyone else sees you. I'm too fucking tired to deal with Oliver or any of his flunkies if they're looking for you. Hang up, I'm almost there." So, it was 3 miles.

Pulling into a mass of overgrown trees Dolan found CC jumping on the hood of his patrol car to catch a ride on up to the beach house which was a good 200 yards from the roadway. At this point Dolan didn't care he needed rest. Double vision as it was! Pulling out of the way of the garage in case Nick came home, Dolan shut the car off and dangled the bag of burgers he had gotten from Coastal Waiter's Diner earlier. Cold now!

Jumping off the hood the tattooed blond bombshell greedily snapped up the burgers and looked into the bag. Before he could even find the energy to open his door, she tossed the food bag on to the roof and dove in through the window swarming him with kisses. His inability to kiss back apparent she frowned before any pouted. "Poor baby! Come with me you can nap while I eat. I'll curl up with you after I burp." Door opened for him she pulled him out and stood him up. "Need a crutch?"

"I'll manage. Why are you naked?"

"I only had one set of clothes when I got here. I threw them in the washer."

"So, you go standing out in the middle of the road naked waving me down."

"There wasn't much traffic. I had sense enough to duck behind the trees until they went by. You hush unless you plan on arresting me for indecent exposure."

"Had enough of that with Midnight. Why is it every gal I see with Sanchez is naked?"

"Was Dawn Bearpaw naked?"

"No. Just saying... hell, he probably got her naked."

"Well, she did go skinny dipping in the ocean when I got dropped off. So yes, he did get her naked."

"Wonderful! Even my daughter Alexis has been naked around Nick. Who's next?" Oh, you might be surprised Dolan. "Fuck it... find me a bed."

Caprice took him inside and stripped him down to his boxers and tucked him into Nick's bed. He was out before his head hit the pillow. Smiling at his snoring she crawled into bed next to him and wolfed down her cold burger and fries. No drink she settled on ice water. It was good to have company even if he were busy shooting down sheep. Baaaad shot! That or an awful lot of wolves in sheep's clothing. A good nap would do him good.

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Cordoba General Hospital...

"Sweetheart?" Tilly Cooper paused her niece just before luring her inside the facility. "I don't know what's going on between you and Nick but I'm getting very concerned over this unwillingness to wear clothing. This is so unlike you."

"Actually... it's very like me... I just... made myself follow what others expected of me. I... can we just talk in mom's room? That way I don't have to repeat myself. It's time I filled everyone in on where I am these days. All I ask of you is to trust me Aunt Tilly, and never stop loving me."

"Midnight!" Tilly grabbed both of her niece's hands holding them in front of her, "I will never ever stop loving you. No matter what you decide to do with your life. Just..." She fidgeted, "Keep your shirt there on until you leave the hospital."

"I'll try." She blushed and nibbled her lower lip with doubt.

"Come on. Irene only has three hours before visiting hours are over. I'm sure your grandmother is ready to go too. Shoot! My milkshake is liquid now. She's going to give me hell."

"This place have a cafeteria?" Nick came up behind them alone, leaving Sheldon on tire duty. Tilly caught off guard by his sudden appearance jumped.

"Did you run?"

"I did. Nothing new to me I used to run eight miles a day before I got here to Caretaker. Military days even further, with a full backpack."

"I see. Yes, there's a cafeteria but I highly doubt they make milkshakes."

"Ice cream can be melted into a shake. Give me your cup. What room is Irene in?"

"Fourth floor, room 42. Thank you, Nick."

"My pleasure. I'm not all bad. Close though." He chuckled as they walked on in through the ICU wing and to an elevator. A security guard seeing Midnight's cheeks gently exposing as they had walked in decided to stalk them, not to warn her against the code, but to check her out. Nick eying his scrutiny while standing behind Midnight pinched her shirt and shared her entire ass with him while Tilly looked on unaware. Midnight tilting her gaze toward the guard shared a bashful set of eyes. Nick just as swiftly dropped her hemline which made her pout at the guard that she couldn't show off further. Nick was the boss. If he denied the guy, she denied the guy.

Elevator door opening Nick left the ladies go on in while he awaited the elevator going down. Sad eyes leaving him behind Midnight Amador closed her eyelids to envision him still with her. Door closed...eyes closed!

As the elevator going down opened back up Nick began to enter when he heard a female voice saying, "Hold the door please." Nick capturing it mid-way it reopened. Joining him in a rapid walk was the good Doctor Airika Ferrec. Her breasts dancing wildly, it was obvious the Doctor had gone without a bra, leaving it in her office when not checking on patients. The redhead joining Nick smiled brightly, "Thank you."

Saying nothing Nick stood face forward almost in a salute pose one arm behind his back, the other holding the cup. Airika checked him out from head to toe. "Here visiting a patient?"

"Irene Amador."

"Really? How do you know Irene?"

"It matter?"

"Just curious... you... don't seem like the type to bother yourself with... forgive my assumption, I shouldn't even let my mind wander. She has every right to have a friend such as you."

"Not her friend."

"Family?"

"Nope!"

"Uhhh? What's left?"

"Savior."

"Pardon... ohhh!" She dropped her jaw, "You're the man I was told rushed into her burning home and carried her out. Again... thank you. She could have been far worse if you hadn't risked your life..." The elevator door opened one floor down and Nick just walked out on her mid-sentence. Going to the cafeteria herself Airika followed him to the front counter. "...to save hers." Waiting in line behind two other customers she continued rambling, "Military?"

"Marines!"

"My father was in the Army. Gulf War! I was only 4 when he was deployed. He was part of a unit that liberated Kuwait from Iraq."

"Been to both countries. Never there long."

"Oh? Transport?"

"Marksman mostly! Pilot second nature."

"Interesting. I love a good marksman." She winked then glanced down at his crotch.

"I love a good target."

"Mmm!" They stepped up in line. "I'm Irene's night physician Dr. Airika Ferrec." She offered a hand to shake. "Should I say thank you for your service?"

"That's for me to say, not you." He sneered and watched without direct eye contact as her nipples stabbed through her blouse. Foregoing her smock while on break all she had on was a peach-colored pullover top with minimal cleavage and her white work pants. Her body tightly woven in most every facet she loved turning eyes. His were not checking her out though and that bothered her.

"For you to say? Aren't we commanding?"

"If I were commanding... you would lose your job."

"Excuse me?"

Hands united at his wrists he leaned forward just enough to look at the tile floor and clear his throat, a single tap of his shoe he had spoken. She gasped and held her breath one second after, eyes flaring at a solid read of his mind. Actions spoke louder than words.