CHAPTER THIRTY

The officer looked down at the distraught young woman, asking her the same question again.

“Are you sure the man on the television is the man that went with your friends?”

“Yes! How many times do I need to say this? That man took my two girlfriends to his hotel,” she said, wiping her eyes.

The manager of the restaurant had stayed with the girl, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders and bringing her hot tea to keep her warm. Poor kid was distraught, cold, and only wanted to save her friends. The asshole cop wasn’t making it easy for her.

“Look, I saw the kid’s reaction when she saw that photo. This is the man her friends are with. Why aren’t you doing more?” she asked the officer.

“We are,” he said. “Understand that we’ve had at least three dozen calls about that photo, and they’ve all been a waste of time.”

“This one won’t be a waste of time!” yelled the girl. “He could be hurting them right now. They’re not answering their phones, and they always answer their phones. It goes right to voicemail, so they must have them off. Please!”

“Okay, kid. Okay. You said you didn’t know which hotel they were staying in.”

“No. All he said was that he had a suite, and they could party in his suite. There was something creepy about him. I mean, he was way older than us, and he was trying to flash a bunch of cash and make himself out to be some big spender. I didn’t want to go.”

“Where were you going to go if you didn’t have a hotel room?” asked the officer.

“I was going to our car and just gonna sleep there until they came back. It’s cold out, obviously. I can’t sleep on the street.”

The officer shook his head, grateful that he didn’t have daughters. Kids from all over Louisiana and surrounding states rushed toward Bourbon Street the moment they turned eighteen, thinking they would be allowed into all the bars.

No doubt, some came down with fake IDs and got in, but, for the most part, the bouncers and club owners kept the kids out. It didn’t stop them from getting into all kinds of trouble.

“Comeaux?” he called to another officer. “Get some teams together and take the photo to the major hotels in the Quarter. See if you can find this guy.”

“Thank you,” said the young woman with relief.

“Come with me,” he said. “We’ll get you somewhere warm until we find something on your friends.”

As they were leaving the restaurant, the young woman thanked the restaurant manager, hugging her. Just as they got to the police cruiser, a young officer was running toward them.

“Hey, sarge, we have a problem.”

Archie kept pouring the drinks, and the girls kept drinking them. He tried to remember if he was actually that stupid, but he already knew the answer. Of course, he was.

“Another?” he asked Tara.

“Mmm, maybe,” she giggled. “I don’t want to get sick or anything.”

“No, I don’t want that either,” he said, stroking her cheek. He let his hand follow down her throat to the curve of her breasts. How could anyone allow their daughter out of the house dressed like this? She was definitely looking for fun tonight, and he was going to give it to her.

“Hey, are we gonna fuck?” asked April. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you want to fuck?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “I mean, I’ve done it before, so I’m not a virgin if you’re worried about that.”

“I’m not worried about that,” he grinned. He turned on some music, watching as the girls started to dance together, rubbing their bodies against each other. This was going to be fun.

As they undressed, they revealed their young flesh, firm and ready for him. He removed his shirt, and the girls looked at him, licking their lips. He wasn’t ripped, but he was strong and wide. If he didn’t drink so much, he’d have a flat stomach. Instead, he had a small belly, but they didn’t seem to mind when they saw his cock.

“You like that?” he smiled at them.

“I like it,” blushed Tara.

“Come here,” he said, gripping her arm and pulling her toward him. He lay back against the bed and pulled her on top of him. She didn’t hesitate. No, she wasn’t a virgin. In fact, if he had to guess, this little thing had been having sex for a while. She wasn’t a professional. She wasn’t elegant, but she bounced up and down like he was a pogo stick.

Looking over her shoulder, he noticed that April was leaning back in the chair, her eyes closed.

“Your friend is asleep,” he grinned, squeezing her breasts.

“Don’t worry about her. She’ll wake up in a minute,” she said breathlessly.

Archie took it as a sign for him. He flipped her body over, spreading her legs from behind.

“Hey!” she squealed. He gripped the pillow in his hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, this will only hurt for a minute.”