Jail's Bait: Parole's Victim (Book 4)

Joe and Joan were getting undressed for bed in silence; they had ceased really trying to talk to each other long ago. Yet it was different for Joe this time; he was still thinking about the scene that played out in the den earlier.

Joe was tying on his bathrobe over his pajamas as usual. “Was that… Claire I heard here earlier,” he asked his wife.

Joan was busily putting on her night cream at her vanity. “What..? Oh, yeah, ‘Umfana’ was here,” she replied, the smirk in her voice. “She put on this big show about wantin ta know the history of Crimson Crest, but it was obvious she was lookin for sumthin else.”

“I bet,” Joe said wryly.

“Well, after I put her ass on the hot seat she couldn’t get outta here fast enuff,” Joan scoffed, applying the last of her night cream and wiping her hands off. “I never found what she really wanted; it sho wasn’t to become best friends again like we were back in high school…”

“I’d almost forgotten that,” Joe said then, pulling down the bedcovers and picking off the throw pillows.

“Well ‘Umfana’ sho makes sho I never forget,” Joan replied, pulling off her bathrobe, now only in her negligee. “She keeps tryin ta use that to get money outta me- well, outta yo bank account thru me, I should say.”

“So did she get any,” Joe asked absently, wondering if it was time to go back down to the den.

“You have no faith in your wife, do you,” Joan said then with a sneer, heading out of the room towards her bathroom.

Joe took that moment alone to take off his underwear, stripping down to nothing, then hurriedly putting his bathrobe back on. He knew that Joan wouldn’t give any money to Claire; he only said that to piss her off, so that in case this was the one night she decided to join him in a nightcap, he had to change her mind. The servants had all retired for the night, and Joan was sure to go right to bed after his little dig. Sure enough, when she came back from the bathroom, he turned to smile at her. “Care to join me in the den..?”

“No thanks,” Joan sniffed as she climbed into bed. “You only like to drink alone.” And with that she settled in under the covers and turned her back to him.

“Good night then,” he said, smiling to himself as he left the bedroom and headed downstairs, past suits of armor and the rosewood stairs, down to the den. Reaching it, heart pounding, he threw open the doors.

Laying naked on the floor right in front of him, muscle butt up in the air, knelt Iname, who was looking over his shoulder at Joe, smiling.

Joe immediately came into the shadowed den and closed the door, plunging them into darkness. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Joe said in a strangled voice. “What if the butler had come in?”

“That old man wouldn’t have been up this late,” Inamae remarked with humor, rolling over to lay his back on the floor. His massive 12 inch monster dick rose straight up into the air, his heavy balls and shaft throbbing. “He always went to bed early.”

“How do you know that,” Joe said, kneeling by the naked man, aroused in spite of himself. “You shouldn’t know my butler.”

“But I do,” Inamae said, reaching up to untie Joe's robe. It fell open, showing Joe's hardened dick, which was rising to full strength. He reached over to stroke it, his face a study in ecstasy. “I never felt on another dick before; I like this.”

“It’s hard to believe that you never had sex with another man before, as into it as you are right now,” Joe said then, frowning at Inamae. “Why aren’t you… freaked out about it?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to try this, but I never got up the nerve,” Inamae replied. “I have always been able to snag a female, and was never a challenge- what you and I did earlier challenged me in ways I never felt challenged before, and it made that better than any sex I ever had with a woman that I can honey-charm into bed without even trying.” He looked at Joe. “To be honest I have a large following, mostly women; I convinced them that our cause would be furthered if they were honored enough to please the ‘Great Leader’, by giving themselves body and soul to me. Basically, I fucked them all, at least more than dozens of times. I even use this sleazy pimp voice to charm em and it worked like a charm, believe me. He cleared his throat- “ ‘Y’all needz ta gimme all y’allz pussy, an if’n y’allz kin throwz it rite theyn one’a y’allz could be Month-Mate’…”

Inamae grinned sheepishly up at Joe, who looked at Inamae with a stunned expression. “Are you telling me that they actually buy that cheap pimp act..?”

“Yup,” Inamae said; “but it’s not just the pimp-talk; I got the gift of gab from my dad. I also got the blueprints of this place down-pat from my dad, too- well, at least when one of my step-moms used to work here, I mean,” he added mysteriously.

“Your father- used to work here..?” Joe frowned again as he looked closely at the sexy, naked man laying on the floor before him, trying to place him amongst the servants. “You told me that Inamae wasn’t your real name; what is it..?”

Inamae smiled at Joe. “I remember you. You were a couple years older than me the first time I saw you, back when my dad first married my step-mom. She brought me here to meet her brother, who was working in the barn, taming horses; also to play with the boss’s son- YOU. We hung out one afternoon, we played hide-n-seek all afternoon here in the main house until stable-guy there was ready to show me the horses.”

Joe frowned, then- “Wait a minute,” Joe said, straightening up and looking at the smiling Inamae. “I remember now… You- you’re the son- the boy that Juke Jenkins had before he married Maisie Smithers..!”

“One and the same,” Inamae said with a sly smile, holding out his hand then. “Lionel Jenkins, at your service.”

“Are you serious? Lionel Jenkins..!!! Where have you been- I haven’t seen you since that day we played hide-n-seek… why didn’t you ever come back?” Joe wondered, reaching over and hugging Lionel close, their bodies meshing together in naked man-heat.

Lionel smiled and licked Joe on the neck. “Well, my daddy didn’t like the fact that I liked it so much here, I talked about the house and you for a long time, I liked you a whole lot. He was jealous, and never let Maisie bring me back- I guess he wanted to make sure I never chose you and Crimson Crest over him.”

“And all this time you never forgot me?” Joe asked Inamae-aka-Lionel. “Why didn’t you contact me, or your uncle- Smithers would have loved to see you.”

“First off, Smithers isn’t exactly my uncle- he was my step-mom’s brother,” Lionel corrected; “and after she died there wasn’t any family connections left between me and the old man. My daddy also preached a bunch of hate towards this place,” he added. “He told me all the time I was growing up that Crimson Crest housed the devil and all the demons of Hell, being that he had been thrown from a horse here and became sterile, and for other things too… well, I didn’t want to go against him, he had a wicked temper. I was there the day he beat up Maisie and she ran out into the street- we never saw her again.”

“Oh, dear god,” Joe said then, settling in besides Lionel. “We only heard half the story… what happened that day, Lionel..?”

He sighed. “Maisie was pregnant and already showing the night ol Juke noticed- he was a con man and a raging drunk most of the time, but that night he was sober enough to see what was going on. I was in the other room, hearing her telling Daddy that J. Mayson had forced himself on her and was going to pay her off to keep quiet about the baby. He wanted her to get rid of it, and she was hoping that Daddy would help her keep it. Well he raised the roof with his yelling at her, saying he didn’t believe that she was forced. I opened up my bedroom door to see him call Maisie a slut for sleeping with the boss and then started punching her in her stomach, over and over. She started coughing and choking through her cries, and I started yelling- he saw me and then came over and smacked me down for looking at ‘grown folks business’. By the time he turned back to Maisie she had already ran out the front door, it was still open and swinging. He called after her to come back- and then he passed out on the floor from the drink. We never saw her after that.”

Joe's eyes had filled with tears. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Well, I found out that she was wandering homeless on the street the whole time of her pregnancy, and since she didn’t have any pre-natal care or anything, she ended up at an orphanage and died in the delivery.” Joe paused. “She had a boy.”

“Damn, sorry to hear that, she was nice to me,” Lionel said then, shaking his head. “Well, that’s when ol Juke tried to sweet-talk my mama into getting back with him.”

“Wait a minute- I had heard that your mother died after the horse threw Juke, which is why he married again to Maisie,” Joe said, confusion on his face.

“Nope, my daddy was too proud to tell anyone that Mama divorced the great Juke Jenkins; he wouldn’t let her anywhere near me, and he told everyone she died, which left his pride intact. He was actually hitting on Mama too, which is why she ran- but he found out that she left while she was pregnant with his second child- a boy. She wouldn’t tell him where she hid the baby, so he killed her.”

“Are you serious,” Joe said then… “I’m so sorry. Did he get locked up for it?”

“I made sure of THAT,” Lionel said then, a wistful look in his eyes. “I was a teenager, and I wasn’t strong enough to get him off of Mama- so I called the cops as he was strangling her; he was like a possessed man. When the cops showed up she was barely breathing, and she didn’t make it to the hospital. Ol Juke got convicted and died up in WA State Pen. The last thing he said to me was that I’d burn in hell for turning against him.”

“What a story,” Joe said, sorrow lining his brow. “My mother left my father and me, never coming back, which was bad enough; I’ll never know that kind of pain like you had to experience.”

“Hey, it was decades ago, it was what it was,” Lionel said simply. “Anyway, I’ve always blamed my mother’s other child for all this, Mama never would have died if she wasn’t protecting him like she never protected me. Daddy never found out where her other boy was hiding; but I DID.”

“You DID,” Joe said then, curious. “Did you ever get in contact with him?”

“Not yet,” Lionel said, his expression unreadable. “But I plan to, very soon. He needs to know what revenge I’ve already had on him.”

“You haven’t met him yet, but you already got some revenge..? What did you do,” Joe asked.

“Well, for starters I stole his wife from him a couple years back,” Lionel smiled then, a dark smile. “Convinced her to leave him and join Africa’s Issue- I made special plans to steal this one away from her husband… and her son… and after I laid the gift of gab on her she left both of them… willingly and eagerly.”

Joe looked at Lionel, a growing pit of horror rising in his throat. “Who… was your brother’s wife..?”

Lionel looked back at Joe, laying back down on the carpet, his nude body stretching in the shadowed moonlight coming in from the draped windows. “I can see that you think you might know her. Well, she WAS here in this house this afternoon- with me,” Lionel said then, a devil’s gleam in his eye.