Chapter 3

Trevor awoke, naked in bed. The sun beaming in through the curtains outside.

He looked and saw that Kalia wasn't there. The crazed man thought about it momentarily and realised whom she had fucked and ran for the hills for it, but then Trevor heard sniffing sounds on the other side.

Trevor strolled into the main room of his trailer in his birthday suit, Kalia was there, also as nude as last night. She sat at the table; lines of white powder were being snorted up her nose with a dollar bill, her shorts discarded nearby, where she likely kept the baggie.

"Ah, a cokehead too." Trevor thought, amused, but unsurprised.

"Needed a bump I take it?" he called, stating the plain obvious whilst making her aware of his presence.

She giggled, not seductively as she had before, but in a way that showed how high out of her mind she was.

A lovely mess indeed.

"Oh yeah, haven't had one since yesterday whilst I was driving up the mountain. Nothing better than a high-speed drive whilst high, I have to tell you. What's up." She quickly snorted the last one rather hastily, quickly, taking the rest on her finger and rubbing it on the inside of her mouth. Kalia stood up, walking up with a swagger in her hips, and put a hand on his chest.

Trevor knew he should have been thinking about the guns, especially with the next I had just received from Oscar Guzman, his regular buyer. But seeing such a lady – with a bonus of being fucked in the head - he could only think of one thing.

They spent another hour or two having a session of mind-blowing sex, now made better with the addition of coke. Kalia was like a starved lion gorging on meat for the first time.

Thank God for terrible fathers and brothers, he thought.

Afterwards, they lay on the bed, panting in deep sweat, allowing themselves to recover.

"So, all that true?" Trevor asked finally, tone plain and not at all showing concern or shock at what she had told him the night before.

She stretched out her legs still lying down. Half-heartedly trying to reach her tippy toes, the powder clearly still in her system.

"Oh yeah. My brother Ryan started first, he was always screwed up in the head. Bit a guy's nose off when he was just eight. Then daddy found out about what he was doing to me, and they both agreed to share."

Kalia grunted in frustration at not being able to stretch that far, and sat up, legs crossed and smiled.

"I think I turned out alright, all things considered."

Trevor raised an eyebrow.

"Getting off on killing, life or death situations and fucking creepy old men? Yeah, I'd say you're more normal than most."

"Did your mommy touch you the same way?" She crawled and straddled him, causing Trevor to get hard once more. Shaft beginning to rub against her equally aroused pussy.

"Oh yeah." He moaned, getting a thrill from how fucked up this foreplay was. "Daddy wasn't nice, but he preferred hitting and telling me how worthless I was rather than shoving anything up my ass. Her boyfriends did the most of that. Some of them liked it when mommy invited me into her room."
The two began to grind up and down, revelling in the twisted foreplay.

"Probably explains why I sodomized my coach with a hockey stick. It just felt normal by then."

At that, Kalia, took his face in her hands and began to lick and bit, Trevor kissing her back.

"My god, you are fucked up." Trevor growled, "I could say the same, killer." She grinned. Grabbing his dick and lifting her up onto it, Kalia came down on it hard, squealing in pleasure.

Their crazed fucking must have gone on for three minutes when the knock on the door came.

"Trevor, its Ron, I'm with Wade!" he shouted from outside. Clearly out of breath, and clearly tired – understandable when he had been outside digging holes to punish himself for the arms clusterfuck.

In normal circumstances, Trevor would bark back to wait outside or just tell them both to leave before he cut a limb off, or just shoot them.

Before he could though, Kalia put a finger to his lips, shushing him. A confused expression sprouted on his face.

"Tell them to come in now." She whispered, seductive as a snake. That twisted smile back on as she slowed her fast and thoughtless pace.

Trevor's confusion turned to greater simulation.

"Both of you, get in here now!" he ordered.

The door opened, and in came Ronald Jakowski and Wade Herbert.

Ron looked as if he were on the verge of passing out, and Wade looked as confused as always. When they peaked into the bedroom, both instantly forgot what they had planned to say, their mouths agape.

Kalia once again rode Trevor like her life depended on it, openly in front of them.

"What is it?" Trevor barked looking towards the two, bringing Ron and Wade back to the present.

"Uhhh… yeah boss, Chef said he's been trying to call you. Says he might have a new lead on the guns we need…" Ron tried his best to block out the very attractive young lady's open moans of pleasure as she fucked his boss.

"Shit!" Trevor grunted, nearing a perfect orgasm, "Why the hell is Chef calling this early?"

Kalia grinned at Wade, he looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties. Blonde dirty hair in dreads and tied in a bun, his face was full of piercings in his nose, eyebrows and lip, as well as dark earrings. She noted some facial scaring that may be meth use, but she wasn't too sure.

He looked to be one of those Juggalos she had heard of. He wore some dark band shirt she didn't recognise over a white shirt, with baggy dark blue pants with sneakers.

There was something almost too innocent about him to be in this world.

She noticed the growing bulge in his pants which he tried to awkwardly hide, which served to only make it more noticeable. She sent him a wink.

"It's 1:30 in the afternoon, boss" the man defended, hands up.

"Alright." Trevor groaned, although internally, he was as happy as a kid on his birthday at the news. "Lemme finish this off, and we'll head down to see what Chef has cooked up."

"Um, ok." Ron replied, "Do you want us to wait out-"

"No." Kalia moaned, nearing her climax with Trevor, "I like it when people watch."

Trevor growled, "You heard the lady. Watch and learn, kids."

It took no more than a few more minutes before the two had a massive and immodest orgasm (Trevor almost howling)

"Fuck me daddy, much me Lucus!" Kalia screamed.

Wade and Ronald both stood silent in the kitchen as both their boss and this crazy little lady got up and got dressed – or rather Trevor did, throwing on some dark green cargo pants and a red shirt. Kalia simply wore her boots.

Trevor raised an eyebrow (and still appreciated her fine figure, shapely and rounded in all the right areas)

"Ah, you planning on heading out like that?"

She shock her head, "I got some clean clothes in my car. I'll put them on when we drive in yours. Saves time."

Trevor led Wade and Ron to his red Bodhi, "You both get in the back. She sits up front."

Kalia Rae casually walked without a care in the world, her only clothing was her boots and no more, she opened the blue car, and took out some new ones. A blue T-shirt, and a dark pair of denim shorts, as well as a new pair of panties and socks.

"Thanks for waiting, killer." She said jumping into the front.

Trevor grinned, deciding he liked the nickname. It would work.

"I think its time to get you introduced to this place. I'll fill you in as we go."

They took off, Trevor took the longer route, wanting to show her the entire town and area before heading towards the Ace Liquor, a small store that operated as a front for the TP Enterprises meth operation.

Trevor briefly explained the current status quo of the county's underworld. The Azteca's were the largest gang, having spread from Los Santos to take over most of the prostitution and drug distribution in the county. They also had the monopoly on the gun trade. The O'Neil brothers were an old redneck family that ran a meth manufacturing business, selling to locals and the Ballas and Vagos in Los Santos.

Kalia visibly frowned as he talked about the Lost MC, the most recent group that had moved into the area from Alderney state. They sought to take over the meth and gun business, but most of the charter had become tweaked out on their own product, and it had increased the levels of violence between the different organizations.

"We're a small operation right now. But that won't be the case forever." Trevor told her confidently. "Those wetbacks, inbred fucks and leather clad assholes are worthless. I'll be running the county before long."

Kalia smiled, "I like a man with passion."

She turned around, looking towards Wade and Ron.

"What's up, guys?"

She spoke in an inquisitive and friendly tone, as if neither Wade or Ron had just seen her fuck their boss' brains out and walk around in her birthday suit.

Nervous Ronald spoke up first, both holding on for dear life to the sides of the pickup, Trevor's driving was not as wild as Kalia's had been upon their first interaction, but it was still anxiety inducing as he made carless sharp turns and ran red lights.

"Well, ah, I'm Ron. Ron Jakowski. But we've already met."

She grinned. "So rare to meet your potential coworkers in a in a carjacking. What's your story?"

"I'm living away from the powers that be in one of the last free safe havens and helping grow TP Industries into a powerhouse."

"Not a fan of the government I take it."

"They're not our government." He almost squealed. "We've never had a real government since George Washington. Our society, media, science, economy and politics is all run by the Trinity of –"

"Ok, that's cool." Kalia interrupted. "Tell me all about it sometime."

She turned over to the other younger man. She gave a much more flirtatious smile.

"What's your name, sweety?"

The man with the dreadlocks rubbed the back of his head, not meeting her eyes.

"Ugh, hi, I'm… Wade."

"Well, Wade," "Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I met Trevor a year ago. Was on my way to the Gathering, we came to score some crystal, and my friends went with Trevor to get them, and they just left me behind. Trevor has taken care of me since then, I work for him to pay off my debts."

"I see." Kalia responded, supressing the urge to laugh. These two were cuties, and she already liked them, especially Wade, whom she already felt the urge to protect.

"We're here." Trevor grumbled.

The store that Kalia presumed was the front for their operation was a liquor store, and not a very tidy one. The paint on the main sign and the falls looked faded and seemed to be peeling off. It looked ready to be torn down.

As they got out of the Bodhi, a man came out to meet them. He was of average height, but looked well-built, tattoos covering both arms, a shaved head, Mustache and glasses. Brown pants, and dark boots. He looked like a member of rock band.

Trevor instantly greeted him with a handshake and hug, which the man returned.

"How we doing, Chef?"

"Pretty good, boss. Got that lead on the guns we'll need, tell you all about it."

Clearly Chef was held in much more esteem than either Ron or Wade. Kalia could tell he was a solid guy.

"Oh by the way." Trevor indicated to her, "This is Kalia Rae. Helped out me and Ron, she'll be working with us. For how long is anyone's guess right now."

Chef looked her up and down and nodded his head, offering her a handshake which she took.

"Pleasure. Hope you're not squeamish about getting your hands dirty."

Kalia looked incredulous, with a twinkle in her eye "Are you kidding. It's the best part of the job for me."

Chef looked confusingly at Trevor who grinned, "We'll see if you're all talk or the real thing. Let's go. We're wasting time here."

The group moved from the dreary downstairs interior to the upstairs. It was as messy as the rest of the store. Barrels and general waste were strewn everywhere, the walls were damp and ripped, a fridge was in the corner, and a couch on the other side.

It was the lab itself that drew her attention. A typical set-up, albeit larger than average.

Bottles of brake fluid, cannisters of lighter fluid and gasoline, sodium, lye, every ingredient needed to manufacture crystal was here and accounted for.

"I know it doesn't look like much." Spoke Trevor, "But as I said. We're a start-up venture, and with our far superior leadership and quality product, the competition isn't long for San Andreas, let alone the county."

Kalia shot him a raised eyebrow, "I can't fault the ambition, killer."

After settling down, (Trevor fixing himself a bowl from the fridge of what may be… curry? Kalia thought she saw a finger or two but shrugged.) Chef got to the point.

"Remember that I found us those new skinhead customers who wanted to buy the last of that batch of product we cooked? I delivered it to them, they have a compound on the outskirts of Paleto Bay, real Nazi doomsday fucks, 40 of them, prepping for some coming race war or some shit, about the only other thing they care about other than getting high. One of the guys invited me in. Turns out they're serious about it. There's A grade equipment all over the place, man. I'm talking RPGs, M60 machine guns, army sniper rifles. Shit T, there's enough there that we could fulfil the Mexican order and still have enough left to sell off locally or keep for ourselves."

Despite this being great news for everyone, Kalia herself was delighted at the prospect of getting her hands on such beautiful big baddies to play with, Trevor was surprisingly quiet.

"What's wrong, boss?" asked Nervous Ron, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Trevor groaned, "It is, and normally I'd be touching myself, but we've only until tomorrow morning to come through with these guns, otherwise, Oscar is going to have to find a new supplier, and we lose the gun pipeline, and half our business with it."

"Shit." Muttered Chef.

"I'm guessing a head-on assault is out of the question." Added Kalia.

Chef nodded, "We don't have the firepower or numbers. Maybe we could rally up some local talent to help, but that only solves one of the problems, we only have sidearms and some shotguns right now, no cash to buy anything big from Ammunation. But the compound is the real problem, its secured to shit. Guard towers, walls, guys watching patrolling the parameters, only one way in through the road. We'll be slaughtered trying to shoot our way inside."

"Fuck." Trevor swore, pacing up and down, "If only there was more time. I could think up a plan."

The drug dealer clenched his fists, eyes closed, and gritted his teeth in frustration, there seemed to be –

He paused for a moment, turning towards Kalia Rae, who had remained silent throughout. Seemingly taking everything in.

"Maybe, we can get another way in."

He almost glided up to Kalia's gorgeous face and wrapped both hands around her pretty little neck.

She only bit her lip, grinning, "Got a plan, Trevie?" she teased.

Trevor was half tempted to take her right then and there, and half tempted to bash her brains against the wall for using that nickname but held off. That would have to wait, now was business time.

"Firstly, sugar tits, never call me Trevie again, second, these nazi pricks probably haven't seen a woman in real life in ages, let alone touched one. You go up, tell em' You're looking for a place to crash, offer them whatever they want. When they've let their guard down, open the gate from the inside whilst they're tweaking, and we'll kill them all, and take the munitions. Have them ready for Oscar by the morning."

Kalia shifted, not from being uncomfortable, but in trying to hide her giddiness. Deciding to play it cool, she gave a blank look, "And you're ok with me going in there, you realise they're gonna wanna fuck me right?"

"Are you kidding?" Trevor spoke in almost mock shock" of course they will, it is guaranteed, sweet cake, but this is how we're going to meet our deadline, and how you get your money. Now usually I would just send Wade to do all those things, but I have a feeling we'll have more luck with your face and tits."

Trevor casually manhandled her, both hands once more wrapped around her throat and feeling her face, before one seized her throat. It made Kalia want to come right there and then.

"That a problem, dollface, or are you really just a cokehead with serious daddy issues with zero to contribute to this enterpise?" he finished by placing a pocketknife, small and seemingly insignificant, in her right hand. For what, he did not say, and she was excited at the surprise of not knowing, but God did she have a feeling, and get wet at the thought of getting to use it.

The head of TP Industries grunted in pain and a good level of arousal as he felt Kalia's white teeth bite into his thumb, instantly making him pull the hand away. The others, unsure, remained silent in the background, unsure if they would soon need to dig a hole in the dessert. And to think they had once believed their boss to be one of a kind crazy, they were wrong.

Kalia grinned, blood in her teeth and mouth.

"Let's get to work, killer."