Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 08:37:08 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Chasing a Shadow. Chapter Seven.

   While Darren had been fucking Judy, Patrick, not wanting to waste the
afternoon at not finding Darren, had gone and found Gladys Turnbull who he
had already fucked once but hadn't got her pregnant, was now fucking her
for the second time and hoping that this time he had indeed planted his
seed into her womb.

   Who said that lightening doesn't strike twice in the same place, he said
to himself as he took another picture of her as she was down on her knees
with his outstanding cock in her mouth, enjoying the feel of her tongue
roving over the bare flesh of the head. He'd just finishing fucking her and
had pictures again of her lying on the bed with her legs wide open to show
where his cock had just been.

   With them both naked, he'd gotten her to again sign another cheque, for
services rendered he giggled. Having lovely sex again and getting money
from it, pleased him immensely. That he would cash in the next morning and
left her with the satisfaction of a job well done and hoped that she wasn't
barren and would now be with child. This having her for the second time,
made up for having missed out on identifying Darren Smith that day.

   He'd also left his calling card, that being a copy of the photograph of
his naked body in shadow form with the number forty five written on the
back, it being put again in her underwear drawer.

*

   The man in question, Darren, reached his bank before closing and got
through to see the assistant manager who, when on hearing what Darren had
to say, got him into the manager's office and told him of what could be a
likely happening in the near future and got the promise that if a cheque of
his was to be presented, no one except the teller was to handle it and for
it to be kept safe and him informed immediately. Also that the CCTV in
operation got a clear picture of the person presenting this cheque. With
that done, went off to the paper to compose his article for publication in
the following days paper.

   "Chasing a Shadow" was in large bold print at the head of the column
with his name as the writer underneath. It told of ten pictures now having
been found and begged of the readers that if they had or knew of others, to
contact him at the paper. He went on to write scathing remarks about The
Shadow, saying that he was a vile small man who couldn't face men or women
and was not really a man but a misfit at being neither one or the
other. There was more in this vein and Colin Murray, his editor said that
this would only goad the man into more of these attacks and that Darren
should guess at whom they would be directed. Darren assured him that that
was the intention and the only way to bring the man out into the open and
explained at what he had set up. His editor told him of the risk he was
taking and would no doubt be himself a victim of rape. Darren assured him
again that it was a risk that he was prepared to take to find this man and
bring him to justice.

   He didn't say outright that he was gay himself but the editor guessed
that this might be the case and gave his consent to the article being
published. This pleased Darren and was happy for it to be in the next day's
issue and went off home, looking forward to once again fucking his partner
Ray and comparing the difference between having him and a woman. It turned
out that Ray came out on top in this respect for Ray was then able to
please Darren in the way that Judy couldn't.

   He didn't forget the words of Judy in respect of signing a cheque and
had put the letters CCB up on the bathroom cabinet which was above the wash
basin in the bathroom for him to see and check every morning from then on
after his shave.

*

   Patrick threw the newspaper to one side, livid at the comments that
Darren had written about him and vowed that he would soon put him straight
that very evening. Not only him but his partner at the same time and got a
queer thrill of then having both of them and being able to take pictures of
the two of them having sex which he could use as blackmail if needed. He
chuckled at this thought and made sure that he had two photo's of his
shadow to leave behind and he would make sure that Darren would make out a
large cheque into the bargain as well.

*

   Darren was pleased to see his first half column in the paper and knew
that if he could pull off this coup, his stock would go up with his editor
and maybe get a permanent column. Another boost was that he got phone call
from four more women who claimed to have a photo of this shadow and one
call saying that she had received one some two and a half years previously
but had thrown it away. Yes, to the question asked, she did have a child
and knew not the father. All, on being asked, had also had money taken from
their bank accounts and not know of it until seeing their bank statements.

   They were Fatima Rahmeed, a young woman of nineteen who had since been
cast out of her family for having a child outside of marriage and was
luckily not to have been murdered by her own people for this event and was
quite categorical in saying that she would never attend court to say that
she's had a child outside of marriage, but agreed to pass over her copy of
The Shadow. The number on the back of her picture was sixteen.

   Another was Sarah Bright, a divorcee and twenty nine years old and now
the mother of a daughter and the number of her picture was number five.

   Photograph number thirty was of a lesbian by the name of Catherine
Symmonds, the pregnancy ruining her career as a ballet dancer as well as
losing her female partner with whom she shared a flat and was now living
alone to rear her son.

   The fourth one was from Gladys Turnbull who was quite distraught at this
being the second one she had found that very morning. Such was her
incoherence over the phone, he went round to see her and found out that the
pictures left had the numbers thirty nine and forty five.

   So with Judy's picture being number forty four, The Shadow had left this
Gladys two months after having fucked Judy, but why twice? It took a few
minutes for it to dawn that the man must be following them all the time to
make sure that the women he had fucked had indeed fallen pregnant and this
was why she had had a second visit from him. This was the only one so far
to have been seen to twice and that could be the reason of the two visits.

   He had calmed her down in his speaking to her and at how he was going to
get this man when she had another bout of hysterics after, at his
suggestion, that she checked her cheque book to find that another one had
gone without date or amount being filled in.

   If only he had called upon her first, Darren said to himself, for he
might have been able to have the cheque stopped, for when he phoned her
bank on her behalf, he found that it had already been cashed for three
hundred pounds. It was this that had set her off again at this loss of her
much needed money that she thought was safe in the bank. It was nearly an
hour before he could finally get away from her and return to the paper
where he went and saw the editor.

   `Well the shits hitting the fan now,' he said to him. `Only just this
morning he's cashed another cheque, the second one from a Gladys
Turnbull. She's only one of the four that have phoned me today bringing it
up to twelve photographs of The Shadow.'

   `Well done,' his editor said to him, `but remember what I said about
stirring him up.'

   `I haven't forgotten that and I am ready,' Darren replied before going
back to find out if any more e-mails or phone calls had come in since he'd
been away from his desk. There hadn't but he was still in hope that he
might get some more the following day. With that, he cleared up his other
paperwork and left to go home.

*

   Patrick was quite happy when he left the bank with three hundred pounds
in his pocket not really caring now if Gladys was barren or not, but it was
another set of pictures to put in his book of her being fucked by him and
having one of her down on her knees and sucking on his erection.

   He sat back at his desk at his home with the satisfaction of having put
her pictures into his album and rubbed his hands as he got out another two
pictures of his shadow and wrote the numbers forty six and forty seven onto
the backs and put them away with his camera equipment and hoped that he got
to use the camera and leave the pictures behind when he went and visited
the home of Smith and his partner.

   After having a light lunch, he went off and waited near to Darren and
Ray's house to wait for whichever showed up first to gain entrance. It was
Ray who showed up first and Patrick knew that it wasn't Smith for he had
already followed this man and knew that he worked for the council but it
was through him that he would get inside to be there before this Smith
turned up.

   He gave Ray a few minutes inside before getting out of the car and
locking it and then going up to the house and ringing the door bell.

   `Hello,' he said as the door opened. `My name's Patrick Turner. Are you
Mr. Smith?' he asked.

   `No my name's Ray Nichols,' was the reply.

   `Well Mr Nichols,' he began, looking directly into Ray's eyes, `I've
come to see Mr. Smith about these pictures of The Shadow,' pleased to see
that Ray's eyes go slightly opaque and knew that he had him under.

   `Oh, he's still at work but should be home shortly. If it's about The
Shadow, he'd be delighted to meet you. Won't you come in and wait?'

   `Thank you, I will,' he replied, entering the house and let himself be
led into the kitchen.

   `You don't mind waiting here so that I can start preparing our dinner?'

   `No. Here's fine,' Patrick replied, now very confident in himself at
being inside the house and having Ray hypnotised.

   `Would you like a drink?'

   `Yes please. Anything will be fine,' he replied.

   `Gin and tonic?' to which Patrick accepted and watched them being poured
out and had to listen to Ray carry on talking while he started preparing
the dinner. It was nearly half an hour before they heard the front door
shut.

   `Is that you Darren?' Ray called out. `We've got a guest here.'

   `Yes. Just coming,' and he then walked into the kitchen where Patrick
had already got up and was ready with his hand already outstretched.

   `Mr. Smith,' he said, looking straight into Darren's eyes, `my name is
Patrick,' and felt very satisfied at seeing the eyes of Darren turn into
that opaque stare.

   `Pleased to meet you,' was the response.

   `I'm sure you are,' Patrick said, `with me being The Shadow that you are
seeking,' he added quite confident that Darren was under the
influence. `Here, let me give you my calling card, in advance to verify who
I am,' he said as he gave a photo to both Darren and Ray.

   `Thank you. I've seen quite a few of these now. Can I keep this, for our
collection?' Darren asked.

   `Certainly,' Patrick replied, `though I would like some pictures of you
for my collection too. Both of you,' he added.

   `No problem with me, you Ray?' who nodded his agreement.

   `Leave the dinner for now,' Patrick said. `Let's go upstairs and have
some fun.' Ray turned off what was on the stove and followed Patrick who
followed Darren upstairs and into the bedroom.

   `Let's start by taking our clothes off,' Patrick said, putting his bag
down and begin to take his off, the other two following suit until all
three were naked. Seeing that Darren and Ray in this fashion, caused
Patrick's cock to rise up to a full erection. He then got his camera and
tripod out of his bag and set this up and turned to face the other two and
stood there with his hands on hips, his cock sticking well out in front of
him.

   `Who wants his photo taken sucking on my cock first?' he asked and it
was Ray who moved and quickly went down onto his knees in front of Patrick
and quickly took the head of his cock into his mouth, his face alight with
a smile that couldn't really be seen. `Steady now Ray,' he chided, `just
keep still for a moment,' and saw that the positioning was right and
pressed the remote and had the flash go off and the picture taken. He
pulled himself out of Ray's hot mouth and beckoned Darren to kneel down in
front of him, which he did and Patrick positively glowed with having this
man down on his knees in front of him and about to have his picture taken
of him sucking on another man's rampant cock. This will stop him pursuing
me he thought as the flash went off and he now had this picture to drool
over later.

   `Okay,' he said, pulling himself out of Darren's mouth. `Now onto the
bed and let me fuck you.'

   Darren got up with a big smile on his face and got onto the bed on his
knees and looked back at Patrick who was just adjusting the camera before
rolling down a condom over his prick and then getting up behind Darren and
on seeing that it would be a good shot, then pushed himself up into
Darren's backside, loving to hear the grunt as he took all of his cock
inside that tight aperture and feel his cock being compressed all the way
round it.

   Patrick nudged him round a bit on the bed so as to be able to get
Darren's cock that was fully erect into the picture too and with him just
moving himself back slightly and therefore half out of Darren's arse, click
the remote. That will be a lovely picture Patrick thought for he'd caught
Darren looking towards the camera at the time the flash went off. So with
the picture now taken, he carried on and really fucked Darren, loving the
tightness of his backside as he really reamed and humped him until he came
into the condom.

   He gave Darren's bum cheek a hefty smack as he pulled out to the cry of
the organ being removed from his back passage. Getting off the bed, it was
Ray who passed over some tissues for him to remove the condom and who went
down and then sucked at the residue of sperm that was coated over the shiny
head of his cock.

   `Why don't you fuck Darren,' he said as he pulled himself free from
Ray's mouth, `so that I can a picture of you enjoying yourself.'  Ray
grinned at him and got onto the bed behind Darren who was still on his
knees. `Wait,' Patrick cried. `Put a condom on.'

   `Why? We don't normally use one with one another,' Ray replied.

   `Well put one on now for I would like to take a picture of him sucking
on you after you've fucked him,' Patrick said.

   `Okay,' was the reply and Ray got a condom out of its wrapping and
quickly rolled it down over the length of his shaft and quickly then
stuffed himself up the arse of the waiting Darren. Patrick got a lovely
picture of Darren now being fucked by Ray and after he had come and pulled
out, the condom was off and Darren had Ray's steaming cock head in his
mouth for another perfect picture.

   Patrick then had them change places and got a photo of Ray being fucked
up the arse by Darren and the following picture of Ray sucking on his cock
after the condom had been pulled off.

   This is great, Patrick gloated at the pictures he had as well as the
thrill of him having fucked Darren and was now roused up enough to fuck
Ray.

   With him having half of his cock inside Ray, he took this picture before
carrying on till he came for the second time in this different backside. He
also got another picture of him being sucked and cleaned up again. All it
left now was to have a full faced photo of them each and with these safely
inside the camera on film, he went and got dressed.

   `Thank you gentlemen,' he said with a smirk as he put his camera
equipment away. `When I've developed these pictures, I will send you some
copies for you to know that you have eventually met and been had by The
Shadow. Now I've got one last request to make and that is if you Darren,
would like to make a contribution to my favourite charity. A cheque would
be fine.'

   `Of course,' Darren replied, 'but we'll have to go downstairs,' and so
they all went back down, Patrick dressed and the other two still naked and
into the sitting room where Darren got out his cheque book.

   `Who shall I make it out for and how much?' Darren asked, sitting down
with his cheque book open and a pen in his hand.

   `The foundation had rather a long name so just use the initial letters,'
he said and spelt out the letters of the word cash. `The amount should be,
let's say a thousand pounds. No, make it two and then date and sign
it. Leave the stub blank.' He smiled as Darren wrote out this cheque and
thanked him as he took it and put it away in his pocket.

   `Thank you again, the both of you for a pleasant evening and I think now
Ray, that you can carry on and do the dinner. I'll let myself out.'

   Patrick left the house inwardly gloating at not only getting to fuck the
pair of them inside but now had the means to bring this witch hunt to a
stop by threatening to release the pictures that he now had inside his
camera. These, after he had reached his home, he put into his computer and
then downloaded the pictures to be able to add them to his ever growing
scrapbook and was satisfied when they were entered and now looked forward
to cashing the cheque in the morning.

*