"You got that hot date tonight, Aggy?"
The black sport cars headed down the California freeway. The setting sun put an orange and purple streak down the top of the performance vehicle. Inside, a unique man drove the vehicle with excitement beating in his chest.
"Agamemnon or Game but Aggy?" Onansi complained to the car-phone-connection. "C'mon Wash...you're killing me!"
On the other end, Onansi's long-time friend snorted. "As if that's possible. So, this model... Damn, I looked at her Instagram--"
Agamemnon laughed to himself. "--more like you stalked her Instagram--"
"Screw you. Anyway, she is fire, bro. If she's not into you, see if she's into average to short, non-descript white guys..."
Game smiled. "Napoleon said the same thing..."
Wash paused on the other end of the call. "Napoleon Dynamite?"
Game smiled. "Bonaparte." The man smiled as he continued down the 101 towards Los Angeles and his date for the evening.
To the entertainment world and her fans abroad, her name was Ariel Black. She was a well-established cam model and social media influencer. Her life was not only being the embodiment of sex but it was social media coordination, posting times, marketing, promotion and climbing virtual ranks night after night.
Her cam room offered something for everyone. For those that wanted to chat, they could text her. For those that wanted videos or pictures, she had those available for purchase as well. The one package she offered that had remained untouched was a chance to go on a real date with Ariel herself. It was easily the equivalent of $20,000. It was coveted but no one had ever purchased her date package.
Once the shock of the purchase had worn off a few days ago, she had communicated with the purchaser - a new fan in her room, username GameOn4000. Earlier in her day, while preparing for this evening, she had consulted a psychic energy app on her phone. Ariel was passionate about such things as vibrations, energy and the like. The app gave her daily affirmations, positive quotes and rules of attracting what she wanted in life. Today, it claimed to have read her vibration and determined the nature of her evening.
It predicted she would be a queen by midnight.
Ariel took the world of the metaphysical very seriously. She believed in soul regression, crystalline energy fields, the divine, time travel, spirits and even the darker side of the unknown. So, when the app told her to be careful of three attempts on her life, she was shaken. But she was also a professional and had a date to attend.
She walked into the restaurant.
Ariel's skin was caramel colored. She looked literally like anywhere on her body tasted sweet. She had shoulder length dark hair that flowed like a damn fantasy with every turn of her head. Ms. Black had a near-perfect oval face with large eyes. Her lips were full and inviting.
She was tall and a heart-stopping blend of lean and curved. She had long legs that held up (what one of her cam room hashtags referred to as a #bigjuicyass. Sometimes her skirts were too short and when she would bend over, she could direct the exact view of her panties, her thong or her absolute glorious ass. Last but far from least were Ms. Black's other otherworldly assets - her breasts.
They were big, at least triple D and perfect in the way they jiggled and bounced when she slid them up and down a dildo in her cam room. Other hashtags assigned to Ariel were #tig_ole_biddies, #fucking_ big_as_hell_jugs and #big_ass_titties" She often mentioned how she played sports in her room chats. How she could run, skate or catch anything with those "big ass titties" would have been a sight to see.
Fans in her online room would ramble about their fantasies. And there would be some discussion about taking her to dinner or seeing a movie with the sexy model. But many of these conversations were like dogs in heat. They wondered aloud about how she fucked. They debated what position would be best - bending the hot "big juicy ass" woman over and "shoving their dicks into her pussy" or whether it would be better to stare into her big eyes while mounting her missionary and watching her "big ass titties" shake loose from one of her ridiculously low cut tops.
Despite discussions of fingering, eating out and other carnal terms, the room was mostly respectful. Ariel sold sexuality and while she had an army of fans that celebrated her, she had at least a handful that worried her.
The model wondered if any of those would be her three killers this evening.
She was seated at a very high-end restaurant known as "La orilla del agua" or "The Water's Edge." The eatery specialized in tapas food from Spain and Mediterranean delicacies. It sat on the edge of a lake with a beautiful slope of landscape leading to the waters.
The rules of the date were specific and dictated Ariel was to arrive first for security reasons. She arrived separate and would leave before the buyer of the package.
Ariel Black wore a simple black dress that looked anything but simple on her. It had a plunging neckline that pronounced her large breasts. It hugged her curves and accentuated her thick athletic body from her strong shoulders to her narrow waist to an ass that could stop traffic from coast to coast. Her hair was down and wavy, flowing around her base of her neck and allowing for her gold hoop earrings to show. Red lipstick was the perfect icing on this outfit and Black's full lips glistened under the restaurant's warm lighting.
The water's breeze came in through the open setting. With considerable quickness, the host recognized the model, greeted her and seated the woman.
"Ma'am," began a waitress hold a dozen of the brightest reddest roses ever seen. "Compliments of the gentleman at the door." Ariel Black turned expecting to see any type of man standing there. However, she was taken back by her discovery.
Agamemnon Onansi had jokingly sent a half-focused picture here and there to the model but nothing that did the man justice. He was tall and in obvious exceptional shape. He wore a dark shirt and pants. A suit coat perfected the attire but there was something about his eyes. They were as brown as he was and seemed to simmer with an intensity that Ariel found herself staring at.
She remembered why she was there and stood from the table with a smile and a wave. He made his way to her.
"Yes. It is a pleasure, Ariel."
The two shared a brief embrace and laugh. Silently, the both noted how good the other felt during the hug.
"I gotta' admit," Ariel began taking her seat as Agamemnon pushed her chair in, "I'm...I'm not disappointed."
He smiled and sat himself. Ariel felt a draw from just that grin alone. "That's a relief..."
"So, some ground rules from this evening--"
Game waved his hand slightly. "Please let me say that I only want you to have fun tonight, if I'm fortunate, me also. I want to enjoy a good meal and great company. I'm not trying to push the boundaries tonight. "
Ariel made a face that nodded in surprised agreement. "Nice...I-I couldn't have said it better myself. So, how do you get a name like Agamemnon and what do you do?"
"For the name, blame my mother. Most people just call me Game. I know, I know... And as for work, I've retired. I was doing a lot of contract work. I most recently specialized in long term investment."
"For people investing for like a year or more."
Onansi smiled before taking a sip of his drink. He remembered helping pharaohs store their gold, kings put away jewelry and villages save their grain before the revolution - any of them.
"A little longer than that." He answered.
"So, we've chatted in the room, you won my number one night and we've texted. But why my page?"
"Well," he began, "You're beautiful but there's a very cool energy about you. And it was your costumes that first caught my eye online."
"Yeah, my cosplay?"
"It's very authentic."
"I have a friend who works in a museum so she gives me pointers. It was so much work trying to get the Egyptian princess costume right and the cowgirl, the flapper, ungh, so much effort!"
"Well, trust me, you got it right." Agamemnon's thoughts ran back to the actual pyramids, his countless gunfights in the West and the occasional night in a speakeasy. There were women then that had dressed as Ariel mimicked now but none looked as good.
The appetizers arrived and the two people enjoyed the food and one another. The conversation flowed easily and the night continued on. Suddenly, a plate fell, the shattering noise echoed in the restaurant. Ariel jumped.
Agamemnon took notice of her reaction. He reached out. "You okay?"
"Sorry... it's just that...no, never mind..."
She exhaled and rolled her eyes. "I have this app, because I'm all into metaphysics and stuff, the app said three people are going to try and kill me today!"
Ariel inhaled and let it out slowly. Her shoulder slumped as if a defeat washed over her. "Look, Game, if you want to go because of the whole people might be trying to kill me thing, I understand. I'll issue you a full refund--"
Game did not move. "Does it look like I want to leave?"
Ariel was taken back, pleasantly surprised by the man's confidence. Unexpectedly, she found herself aroused. The model excused herself to the ladies' room. Agamemnon stood as she exited.
While Ariel was gone, Game typed a text on his phone.
"Wash. Ariel thinks there may be three people trying to kill her."
The phone showed three bubbles and then a response. "She crazy?"
"I don't think so," Game texted, "Any issues around her leaving a digital footprint?"
In addition to being a trusted friend, Washington had a connection on both sides of the law. Also, the man was proficient with technology to a degree that was unparalleled.
"Hold up..." More bubbles of waiting. "Wow. Got some hits off chatter with her cam service and several users."
"Shit, exactly three. I try to give you their names...Got one. Another is actually another model. The last I'm still looking for. I'll try to see if I can ping their phones or get some kinda' location. Sorry this is ruining your date."
Game narrowed his eyes. He continued typing. "Actually, it's spicing things up even more. Reminds me of dates with Cleopatra."
A third wheel
The first text came from Washington. Game's phone vibrated and he casually checked the message. "User MadeforAriel - real name John Cassidy. Stalker. Law enforcement washout. Pinged outside the restaurant."
With considerable deftness to not alert or disturb his flow with Ariel, Onansi faked a water spill on his pants and excused himself.
Outside, John Cassidy was dressed in camo and had a large knife and gun on his hips. The man had a full manifesto typed in his car. He fully expected to not live through the night and neither would Ariel Black. Before the demented stalker could leave the parking lot, Agamemnon was behind him.
"MadeforAriel, right? "
Cassidy spun to face the well-dressed man standing with an amazing amount of calm.
"Who are you?"
"Ariel's date for the evening."
Cassidy suddenly frowned up with rage. "She was supposed to love me forever!" He pulled his gun, Onansi moved and with a quick motion took the firearm apart in the man's hand.
"No place for a third wheel, bro..." Game responded.
Cassidy pulled his knife and began swinging and striking at Agamemnon. It was clear the man had training in knife fighting. Onansi countered, parried and blocked unarmed. While Cassidy was trained in using a knife, the other man had seen the first set of knives made. And learned to use them as well.
"You're good..." Onansi said just as he finished one more counter and locked the knife hand while swiftly kicking and breaking Cassidy's leg. John went down and Game covered the man's mouth to silence the scream.
Game easily hoisted the man over his shoulder and moved over to the edge of the railing that led to a dead drop into the lake. La Orilla's music for the evening had just begun to play.
The stalker panted in pain. He groaned until he realized where the man was taking him. "No! What are you doing? My leg--! I can't swim-!"
"It's okay, I'm aiming for the rocks instead of the water." With a quick shrug, Game hurled the would-be killer and cyber stalker off of his shoulders and into the blackness leading to the lake. The man screamed but his cries were drowned out by the music. Not even the crunch noise his body made as it hit the rocks were heard by anyone.
Took my rank
Onansi found his way back to the table. From a far, Ariel Black was a woman to look at and appreciate. The only thing luckier tonight than Game was the dress that clung to the model's body. Ariel looked up and for a moment, the immortal's breath was stolen. Her large eyes and full lips caught him off-guard.
"Everything okay?" she asked sincerely.
Game nodded. "Yeah, yeah, there was an issue in the parking lot. Someone had a problem and I stopped to help them. So, where were we?"
The two continued their conversation. They laughed about some of the crazy antics in her chat room including how his signature chat line was always calling her 'babygirl.' He listened to her talk about growing up, about the business and what her goals were. Frequently, she commented on how disarming he was and the ease at which she was relaying too much information. Agamemnon had learned that time was fleeting even for him and that appreciation and listening were among the lost arts.
The moment was interrupted. Wash had sent another text.
The immortal read it quickly. "Model YourSexyBitch1 - real name Sandra Briel. Was in the top 3 but Ariel knocked her to lower rank. Pinged at the restaurant."
Ms. Black exhaled and had a look of self-disappointment. "I'm so sorry to ask this, Game, but would you mind if I step away for just one moment?" Ariel asked. "I need to check my ranking stats on my phone. I don't want to be rude at the table...!"
Agamemnon waved his hand in understanding. "No problem...babygirl."
Ariel smiled. "I always liked it when you said that in the chat room."
Onansi grinned back. "I know."
It was a quick trip through the kitchen of the eatery. Game reasoned that the crazed model would want to enter discreetly. The restaurant had a rear exit that led to a temporarily empty section of the kitchen. The immortal's instinct for danger told him it was perfect for Briel's entrance.
His instincts were correct.
Sandra Briel looked as if she was once a stunning woman. But, as she was standing in the kitchen with a large gun in her hand, she appeared crazed and disheveled. Her blonde hair was matted. Her mascara runny and uneven. Her clothes smelled and looked layered in filth.
"Ms. Briel," Onansi started. The woman spun. Her eyes trembled and her body shook with crazed anger.
"Ms. Briel, I know what you're planning. You don't want to do this."
"That bitch took my rank!" The woman brought her gun to aim. Game grabbed a nearby skillet and took the gunshot. The skillet had slowed the bullet but still found its way through and into the man.
Sandra Briel and Agamemnon Onansi looked down at him bleeding - bleeding but not dying.
"Shit, that was a good shirt." He shrugged and began to walk towards the former YourSexyBitch1.
Her eyes widened and tears ran down her face.
Ariel returned to the table. Agamemnon was seated exactly where she had left him. She was unaware of the evening's external events or that the man before her often brought multiple identical shirts and pants where ever he went.
"Everything okay?" Onansi asked.
She smiled. "Now you're asking me... Sorry, end of month rank battle! You have no idea how bad it gets!"
Game nodded as he took a drink. He thought briefly of YourSexyBitch1 and their conclusive meeting in the kitchen. "I can only imagine," he replied.
The conversation continued. Ariel was unsure if it was the sangria, the stress or the company but she found herself flirting more and more with Agamemnon. Worse yet, she found herself engorged when he flirted back.
Black's phone trilled an alarm. "Shit," she hissed.
"I'm sorry, it's just that its midnight and I don't think I climbed the last ranks I needed."
Onansi took a final bite. "Maybe check again..."
"I don't have to, I--" Just then, the woman's phone pinged. Her rank had jumped to securely land her in a number #1 spot. Her chat room and model site exploded with graphics and flashing indicators. Someone had purchased another date package with her. Not once, not twice but five times.
Ariel Black was speechless.
That was well over $100,000, the same amount she had just won.
The model now had six hours of dates to endure. All with user GameOn4000.
"You?" she said in a hushed voice.
The man smiled. He raised a glass to toast. "Congratulations Ariel Black - Miss Webcam #1."
The two finished another round of drinks and even desert. Exiting the restaurant, Agamemnon watched Ariel walk in her high heels. Such style was another dying art he feared. Tonight, it was a vision to behold. He enjoyed it.
The man looked Ms. Black in her brown eyes. "I can get a car for you," he began.
She smiled and moved her hair out of her face. "You good to drive? Heading back to the airport?"
Game shook his head. "Not tonight. I have a room for a few nights in town."
Ariel stopped and exhaled loudly. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I was a terrible date this evening..."
"Hey Ariel, no need to feel bad. I had fun. Really." Just then, Game felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at it discretely to see one final message from Washington.
"Third crazy. Wasn't a user. Married to one. Last name only - Garcia. Can't get the ping."
Just then, Game's sense for danger waved over him and he turned towards its direction.
"You! Bitch! My husband is obsessed with your room!" This was the third would-be assassin they had waited for all night. The woman was in the parking lot, another person with a handgun ready to use. Onansi stepped in front of Ariel and set his focus on the weeping woman.
"Oh my God--" Ariel Black said in a whisper.
"It's okay," Game said softly and without waiver, "I got this."
He stepped forward. Hands stretched out. His eyes open and pleading.
"Easy...It's Mrs. Garcia, right?"
She nodded her head.
"What's your first name?"
"L-Lisa...my husband... he lost his job...the world went upside down...all he could think about was...was her!"
"Lisa, hey, Lisa, eyes on me, okay?" The woman followed Agamemnon's words.
Ariel Black watched transfixed. Game stepped slowly and assuredly. It was like watching someone talk down a jumper or shut down a hostage situation. Something from Onansi covered the area, an energy, a vibration that literally calmed everything down.
Except for Ariel Black's heart. It pounded against her ribs as she watched her date for the evening. Eventually, he reached Lisa Garcia and whispered in the woman's ear. In a heartbeat, she broke down sobbing. Her gun lowered and he re-embraced her.
Sometime later, after the authorities were called and Lisa Garcia was taken away, Agamemnon and Ariel continued their good-byes.
She looked up at the man who had so calmly faced a life-and-death situation. If she only knew.
"What did you say to that woman?" Black asked.
Game paused and looked up at the night sky. "I told her life is short. I told her to figure out what she wants and what she doesn't. Then I told her to fight for what she wants and one of those things should be for her to love herself."
The model could not help but smile slowly. "Why do I feel like you've kept me safe this whole night?"r"