-The Town-
The phone rang, waking up Randy from his slumber. He straightened his tie as he let out a groan.
"Randy Cunningham here," Randy answered the phone.
"Cunningham, it's Howard. Listen to me, I need you to look into something. Ever heard of Gravity Falls?" Howard asked.
"Never heard of it," Randy replied. "Is it a movie or some bad radio show?"
"I wish. It's a town up in the Northwest. We've got a life insurance policyholder up there, her name is Pricilla Northwest. I need you to go look into her. Make sure she's legit."
"Why, you think she might be in danger?" Randy asked.
"I know she was in trouble, she's dead. And I'll cut my wrists if this policy goes through." Howard explained over the phone.
"Hey, come on, Howard. I know death isn't pretty but there's no need to kill yourself." Randy argued.
"The thing is, she was a prominent lady in the North Western part of the country and her policy was made only a month ago." Howard added.
"If there's something fishy wouldn't the cops know something about it?" Randy asked. "Look, I'll go to Gravity Falls and find anything that may seem suspicious."
"Come around the office and I'll give you all the information." Howard said, hanging up the call.
Item 1: Bus ticket from Norrisville to Gravity Falls: $ 20.95
Randy looked out the window of the bus, watching the thick pine wood forest as his bus made its way to the two he was sent to. He let out a sigh wondering what he had gotten himself into. He'd been contacted by his firm to look into a life insurance policy for a Mrs. Priscilla Northwest. He still remembered the call he got from his boss the other day.
According to him, the late Mrs. Northwest was a very wealthy socialite that her husband had made a policy on and just the other week she had been found dead in her garden after a nasty fall. His boss feared that there was foul play involved and wanted to be sure or else he'd kill himself over that policy. The policy was worth half a million dollars, and Randy couldn't figure out how in the world someone could be worth so much. He knew that human life had no set price but five hundred thousand dollars did have a lot of zeroes.
After getting out of the bus, Randy dusted off his black suit and tie. He looked around at the town, not feeling at all like he was welcomed. He'd spent his time on the bus reading on what the town was known for or what its history was. As best as Randy could sum up, the town was a tourist trap that had all the charm of a bruiser with a toothache. He could only assume that this place was not used to dealing with the outside world much.
Gravity Falls seemed to exist in a bubble of its own. Despite it being called a quiet mountain town, the people here were more jaded and apathetic than the usual New Yorker. The streets were full of tourists, all buying into the craziness of the clear scams all of the town.
"I'll go to my hotel first and then call Howard. This place isn't exactly my cup of coffee." Randy walked down the street to his hotel, getting a few dirty looks from the people around him. "I don't know why I feel so unwelcomed around here. Makes me feel like I'm carrying the plague or something else this town doesn't like."
At that moment, Randy's stomach growled. He hadn't been able to eat anything on the bus and now he was paying the consequences. He scanned the area for anything that could be considered a restaurant or a cafe at the very least. He spotted a small cafe not far from where his hotel was supposed to be.
Randy walked into the Cafe Noir, noticing that the place was as quiet as a grave, but with plenty of customers. He walked up to the bar where he sat down with his briefcase next to him.
"Hey, stranger," a voice called to him.
Randy looked up to see the woman waitress before him. He was greeted by perhaps one of the few friendly smiles he's seen since getting to Gravity Falls. Though she was no less of an oddity, much like the rest of the town.
The young woman had dusky skin, purple hair with the back shaken short, with several piercings on her ears. Her dark purple eyes gazed deeply into Randy's soul, almost as if he was the only living person in the establishment. She wore a purple dress that looked more than a little tight around the chest and hips with a black apron in front of it and some make up on her face.
"You're not from around here, are you?" She asked.
"What gave me up, miss?" Randy asked.
"You look like you haven't lost your mind and found it in the middle of a sewer, you don't reek of desperation, and you act like our quaint little mountain town is just your not the weird pit it actually is." She counted off. "The name's Tambry by the way."
"Randy, nice to meet you Ms. Tambry." Randy tipped his hat.
"So, what are you doing in this town? Most sane people don't come here for more than a day." Tambry leaned forward, showing off a bit of cleavage.
"Well, um, I'm an insurance investigator. The firm I work for sent me here to look into a certain manner. Perhaps you can help me by answering a few questions?" Randy asked.
Tambry smiled. She wasn't usually attracted to men that upheld the law but the fact that Randy wasn't a knuckle dragging showboat with a record made her feel a little intrigued. She smirked, putting her elbow down on the counter, resting her chest next to it.
"I'm afraid information won't come cheap, handsome." Tambry rubbed her fingers. "Cash, grass or ass is the law around here. Besides this is a cafe. You need to order something. Want me to make a suggestion?"
Randy felt like he was being put on the spot. But he didn't see any problems with learning a little about the town from a local that didn't look dead-eyed. He figured that he needed to go with the flow.
"I believe that I'm open to suggestions." Randy smirked.
"We've got coffee, sodas, and a selection of sandwiches," Tambry counted off the top of her head. "We got bacon and egg, steak and eggs, ham and eggs, and BLT. There's also a dessert option, but I'll just tell you that it's not on the menu. What would you like?"
Randy felt his cheeks blush slightly. She was playing with him like a cat would play with a mouse. Not seeing a way out, he decided to keep going and figuring out what he could.
"I'll have a soda and a steak and egg sandwich then. Maybe I'll get dessert if you answer my questions." Randy raised one of his eyebrows in a challenging manner.
Tambry smirked as she passed the order to the kitchen before reaching for the fridge under the counter. She bent down, showing off her ass to Randy, shaking it left and right. She took her time choosing his soda that he'd asked for. She smirked, knowing that his eyes were locked on her amazing large thick ass.
"Here you go, Randy~." Tambry handed Randy his soda, fluttering her eyes at him. "So, what do you want to know? The best places to neck in this cafe? Where to get a cheap hotel? Who to do and who not to do?"
"Let's start with the police station. I'm supposed to meet a Sheriff Blubs to look into the case I'm working on." Randy pulled out his notepad and pen.
"Blubbous Blubs? Ha, you'll be lucky to get anything useful out of that overgrown couch potato." Tambry chuckled. "The only thing that guy and his deputy ever catch is the donuts from across the street."
"You mean they're corrupt?" Randy asked.
"Corruption would inquire that they are at least good at their job. You'll have a lot better luck asking around the Mystery Shack, and that place lies through every single one of its teeth," Tambry said. "I've got a friend that works there, and the boss lady tends to keep her ear to the ground."
"You're not painting this town in a very good light, Tam." Randy pointed out.
"That's because this town lives in its own bubble. As soon as I can get out of Gravity Falls, I'm moving. And I was born here." Tambry heard the bell telling her Randy's meal was ready. "If you don't mind, what business brought you here to this pit where the weird and lost come to die?"
"Like I said, I'm here to verify a life insurance claim. You wouldn't happen to know where Pricilla Northwest used to live?" Randy asked, picking up his sandwich.
Tambry stopped for a second. For the first time since they started talking did the girl grow as pale and as quiet as the rest of the cafe. She looked around, making sure that no one was listening to them talk. It was as if a fearful shadow hung over their heads. She gestured to Randy to get closer, going for the ear next to his head.
"Word of advice, the Northwest bitch is a sore subject around these parts. You should ask where no one can listen to it," Tambry whispered. "Her husband is the big man in town, and he wants this on a closed lid." Tambry handed Randy the check and a written address on the back of it.
Item 2: Lunch, soda and a streak and egg sandwich: $9
Randy made his way to the hotel where he would be staying, a small hostel that looked more at home in the middle of the woods than in town. He gave a call to Howard, telling him that he'd arrived in the sleepy town and that he was heading to speak with the sheriff.
The insurance investigator found the sheriff station a little underwhelming. There was nobody at the front desk to greet him and the place looked almost deserted. Except for the two people just taking a nap in the main office.
"Excuse me, I'm Randy Cunningham, I'm here to speak to Sheriff Blubs," Randy said, getting only grunts from the two officers. "I come on behalf of Norushi Insurance. My boss must've sent word out that I was coming over."
He didn't get any responses from the two officers. He was starting to see what Tambry meant when she said that these two weren't the best officers of the law. Then again a part of him made him wonder if they ever got any form of crime worth investigating in this town in the middle of nowhere. But as much as he wanted to understand the sheriff and his deputy, Randy was on a schedule.
"Gentlemen." Randy kicked the chair the short fat man was using as a bed. "Good morning."
"Who are you? You better tell me why me and my deputy shouldn't arrest you for breaking in!" Sheriff Bulbs snapped, fixing his hat.
"Y-Yeah, what the boss said!" the deputy added, falling off his chair.
"As I said, my name is Randy Cunningham." Randy pulled out his ID and his card. "I believe you were expecting me."
"Oh yeah, the fancy pantsy all the way from the East come to tell us how to do our job." Bulbs threw the card away, missing the trash bin.
"I'm not here to step on your toes, sheriff. I'm just here to make sure my company isn't being cheated, and that the money isn't just given away without a proper investigation." Randy took out his notepad with what he'd found out. "Now, I'd like to see the deceased and verify her identity. Did the coroner find any signs of foul play?"
"Everyone knew Mrs. Northwest here, she fell after having a few too many drinks," the deputy snorted. "She did favor the grape that one. Real fun at parties though. My cousin said she could do things only a writer of fiction could describe."
"That right?" Randy raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Well, in my case, I don't know the woman and my company wants to follow the procedure. If any foul play is the cause of death then there is a chance that the policy may get voided."
"Look mister college here with his fancy words to match his suit." Sheriff Bulbs laughed. "Just give the man his money and be done with it. Case closed."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to answer some of my questions before I give out my report. It's protocol, you understand." Randy held back the need to snap at the sheriff. "I'll need to speak to the coroner and see the death certificate and see someone to identify the body."
"Fine, no skin off our back." The deputy waved Randy off.
Randy walked out of the sheriff's office with more questions and gray hairs than when he came in. The two officers left a lot to be desired. They would've been lucky to catch a cold if anything. He did get some information from the bootlegged version of Abbott and Costello.
It turned out that Priscilla Northwest wasn't just an avid drinker but also seemed to have a very open love affair between her and some other man. Which meant that someone could've meant her harm.
He made his way to the town morgue, where the body was being kept for the time being.
The morgue was a small building that smelled like dead cats with a hint of motor oil. The doctor seemed like a cadaver that was forced to work there to pay for his own funeral. He led Randy to the back where the body of the late Mrs. Priscilla was being kept.
"I must warn you the body isn't in the best condition." The coroner pulled back the white sheet, revealing the body.
Randy winced slightly at the sight before him.
The stone cold body of Priscilla Northwest laid on the iron table, revealing marks of struggle and wounds from the fall. All the color had left her body, her hair was somehow still poofy despite the washing of the body and the rest of the body looked like it was still fresh and untouched by death. But the bruises and the cuts made the case for her current state. One thing was certain, she didn't die peacefully.
"So this is the famous Priscilla Northwest." Randy took off his hat out of respect. "Who identified the body?"
"Her daughter, Pacifica Northwest. The poor child didn't have the best relationship with either of her parents and yet she was still the only one that came." The coroner wiped away a tear. "She's the one paying for her mother to have a decent burial."
"And the husband, Mr. Preston Northwest?" Randy asked.
"He couldn't have been bothered it seems," The coroner replied. "Too busy counting his winnings like if he'd gambled the family fortune and won."
Randy made a note of speaking to the man himself. There was something about the man that he didn't like.
"What can you tell me, doc?" Randy asked.
"Well, she died by falling down the stairs of her mansion. The bruises on her arms and head are consistent with what Mr. Northwest told the officers. The cuts were caused by her jewelry as it got tangled and scratched her skin. And finally." The coroner lifted Priscilla's head, showing Randy a large bruised back of the woman's head. "This is the blow that did the poor woman in. A large blow to the head, near the neck."
"That looks nastier than a simple fall. The report said that she was drunk from some drinking she did the night of her death." Randy noted. "Is that true?"
"Well, she certainly smelled of alcohol when she was brought in here that night. We drew some blood, but the analysis is still analyzing what was in her system." The coroner covered up her face once more but one of her hands was still visible. "The tests should be ready by tomorrow."
Randy reached out to cover her hand but noticed that it was closed up.
"Was her fist closed up when she was brought here?" Randy asked.
"Um, yes, it was. Poor woman, she left quite the legacy. Many will cry for her at the funeral." The coroner pushed the slab back into the container.
"She was that well loved?" Randy asked.
"Well, one shouldn't speak ill of the dead. But in a way." The coroner walked away.
"Please, let me know when the results are in," Randy said.
Randy walked out of the morgue, leaving the coroner to whatever he had left to do. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel like there was more to the case than he'd been led to believe. A woman that was clearly popular amongst people just up and dies from an accident? A woman with a very hefty life insurance policy.
He didn't know why, but he smelled a rat in this seemingly sleepy town. He needed to speak to the man that would be getting the insurance money and hopefully he'd get some much needed answers.
Randy's musings were snapped out of his mind when he accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Randy tipped his hat as an apology.
"It's alright, sir. I'm just here to see my mother one last time," the young woman said.
Randy got a good look at the young woman he'd run into.
She had fair skin with baby blue eyes, and a long mane of golden locks that reached down to her back. She wore a purple suit with a matching skirt. And to say that she was bottom heavy would've been a disservice to the young lady. She had a somewhat dreaded expression on her face that was being attempted to be masked by a look of dignity.
Randy, however, noticed something else.
"Forgive me but, are you the daughter of Priscilla Northwest?" Randy asked.
"Yes, I am Pacifica Northwest. May I ask why you're asking?" Pacifica asked. "You don't look like a reporter?"
"I'm not, I'm an insurance investigator. My name is Randy Cunningham and I work for Norushi Insurance." Randy handed Pacifica his card. "I came here to look into the finer details of the policy your mother held. It's mostly routine, but you know how it is."
Pacifica didn't reply right away. She narrowed her eyes at the card almost as if it had been a sign given to her.
"I knew it." Pacifica muttered. "That bastard son of a bitch. Excuse me, good sir, I must attend to something."
Randy watched her walk away, feeling more suspicious that he'd been before. Now he was certain that something foul had occurred in this case.
Item 3: Taxi ride up to Northwest Manor: $5.
Randy's cab drive was one that he wouldn't forget any time soon. From the downtown area, the cab drove all the way to the large manor at the top of one of the hills that surrounded Gravity Falls. As soon as his eyes landed on the front gate of the manor, he had to wonder if he was not face to face with a resort for any of the tourists. But he was wrong.
"Here you go, sir. Northwest Manor, ain't she a beauty?" the cab driver said.
"It looks more like an expensive sky resort for the wealthy to escape the hustle of the city," Randy pointed out. "This is all for only one family? It must be a big family?"
"Not really, only three–no, two now. Quite a shame really," the cab driver said. "Their parties are something the town looks forward to every summer. Mrs. Priscilla was always a lot of fun with the different guests."
"Everyone was invited to the parties?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well… we were allowed to camp outside the property and watch everyone enter and then leave." The cab driver stopped at the gate.
Randy got out of the cab after paying his fare. He entered the gates, getting a good look at the large house that was apparently only inhabited by a family of three and whatever servants they had on stand by and the only form of law in the town were two, for lack of a better word, jokers. He could already see the red flags waving in front of his face as he spotted the young blonde heiress stomping her way into the manor.
Randy followed in her footsteps until he was met with a large oak door. He rang the bell, only to be met with an elderly butler.
"Yes, sir," the butler said. "May I help you?"
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm Randy Cunningham from Norushi Insurance, I'm here to speak with Mr. Northwest regarding his wife's policy." Randy showed the butler his ID.
"Very well, sir, I'll tell master Northwest that you're here," the butler said. "Please wait here."
"YOU RAT BASTARD!"
"On second thought, sir, perhaps you'd like to wait inside the study, I fear that the master and the young mistress are at it once more." The butler gestured to Randy inside.
Randy walked into the manor and was struck with just how the 1% lived. The inside of the manor was decorated with fine rugs, marble stairs that led to the upper floors, more than a few statues and paintings and tapestries decorated the walls of the floor. There was no inch of the house that wasn't constantly reminding Randy of how poor he was compared to the family that lived in this house. He was led to the study by the butler as he kept his eyes open while the echoes of a fight happened upstairs.
The study was a large room separated from the rest of the house by a pair of thick oak doors. It was filled with books and mounted stuffed heads of every animal that called this part of the country home. There was a large painting of the family by the fireplace and a large pool table.
"Someone really went for the 'I'm rich and I can have terrible taste' look," Randy muttered.
"Please wait here, sir. The master will be here shortly." The butler was about to step out when Randy stopped him.
"Excuse me, um?" Randy asked.
"Johnson, sir." Johnson replied.
"Yeah, Johnson, sorry. I hope you don't mind, but can you tell me about the day that Mrs. Northwest died?" Randy asked. "See, I'm an insurance investigator and I've got to fill out the report to make sure that the money is given to the right people. You know how procedures are."
"I understand, sir. But I'm afraid I can't." Johnson looked down sadly.
"Why not?" Randy asked.
"Master Northwest dismissed the staff early that night, so we went to the bar downtown." Johnson explained.
"All of them?" Randy asked.
"Yes, sir." Johnson bowed his head in shame.
"I see, thanks," Randy said.
Johnson left the study, leaving Randy to his own devices. Randy made sure to look over the whole room as a way to arrange the thoughts in his head. If what the butler had just told him was true, then that complicated matters and did put him in a complicated position. All that he had heard pointed to there being actual foul play in this death. Which put him in a very compromising position.
Just then a man walked into the studio. He wore a tight, expensive black suit that could only be used as a way of showing the man's wealth. He had dark hair combed to the side and a thick mustache on his upper lip. He carried himself with great self-importance and elitist social darwinism. He carried with him a glass of Scotch with ice like any important rich man did. This was Preston Northwest.
"Mr. Cunningham, I hope I didn't leave you waiting long, I was just settling a small unimportant discussion with my daughter." Preston held out his hand. "Preston Northwest."
"Oh, a pleasure to meet you, sir." Randy shook the man's hand as a thought crossed his mind. "Did you say Preston?"
"Yes." Preston smirked, loving the sound of his own name.
"You're Priscilla's husband and Pacifica's father?" Randy asked.
"Yes, I thought that would be obvious," Preston said with just the right amount of smugness.
Randy decided that it was probably best to leave the funny thought out of his mind before getting back to the matter at hand.
"Nevermind. I assume your butler told you why I'm here?" Randy asked.
"Ah, yes, I'm very flattered that you came all this way here. It would've been easier to send it by mail." Preston sat down in one of the chairs.
"It?" Randy asked.
"The check for the policy. Or do you do cash? I doubt you have all that money on you at the moment." Preston pulled out his pipe. "So where's the money? If you need me to sign some papers, whip them out and I'll sign them."
"No, Mr. Northwest, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm an insurance investigator, I represent the firm your wife's policy was made. But I do not hand out the money for said policy." Randy firmly looked at Preston.
"What? The matter is concluded. My wife is dead and her policy, which named me as sole beneficiary states the money should be passed on to me." Preston gulped the Scotch. "You're wasting your time, boy. I demand you tell your firm to send the check immediately."
"That's not how this works, sir. Any insurance firm sends an investigator to make sure that there's no funny business and once I fill out the report, you might receive the money." Randy explained, noticing the bulging vein in Preston's forehead.
"Then you're wasting my time! How dare you insinuate foul play in the death of my wife!" Preston smashed his glass. "Out sir! Johnson!"
Randy was kicked out of the manor. It was not the worst way he'd ever been told to leave someone's home. He knew that many people weren't fans of investigators, let alone insurance investigators. But the whole point of his job was to make sure that the firms and the honest people that did need the money weren't cheated out of the money they were entitled to.
He dusted himself off, seeing that he'd have to walk all the way down to his hotel. However, the walk would be good for him to get all his thoughts in order. At least he still had plenty of sunlight to make it back to town.
"Mr. Cunningham! Mr. Cunningham!" Pacifica called for Randy, stopping him just as he was walking out of the gates.
"Ms. Northwest." Randy tipped his hat. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you when I arrived and it seems like your father wants me as far from his estate as possible unless I bring him the money of the policy."
"That's my dad in summary. Unless you work for him, give him what he wants or come to clean the cars, he won't want anything to do with you or even acknowledge your existence." Pacifica looked back to the manor with disdain in the corner of her eyes. "I'd keep my eyes open if I were you. This town may seem like a fun house full of freaks and gullible idiots, but with a snap of one's fingers, it can turn into a pit of snakes. If you need to ask me any questions, I work at the log diner at the edge of town."
"If I need your help, I'll take you up on that offer, Ms. Northwest." Randy tipped his hat before walking back to town.
Pacifica shot one final angry look at the manor before walking inside once more.
Randy caught sight of that small action, adding to his catalog of oddities and weirdness. As he walked back to town, he spent his time thinking about all that he had heard and learned. He pulled out his notepad to make sure that he wasn't missing anything.
Firstly, Mrs. Priscilla Northwest had been found dead on the stairs of her manor, and that night there was supposedly only the family in the whole manor. Which meant that the possibility of foul play was much greater. Secondly, the deceased apparently had had affairs or at least rumors of affairs. And lastly, Preston Northwest was more interested in the money than anything else. The man's wife wasn't even in the ground and he was more interested in the money. And his reaction to an investigation was nothing short of defensive.
Randy couldn't have seen more red flags waving in front of his face than if he stood face to face with a Chinese New Year's parade. He could smell foul play in this mess a mile away and wasn't looking forward to telling Preston that he'd have to wait for the money. But before he could make his report, he needed evidence, reason for foul play and anything that could support his suspicions.
After hours of walking, the sun had gone down and Randy had made it back to the town. He was tired and cranky and more than a little itchy to get into his bed after writing down his findings. He spotted his hotel on the next block just as he heard a car driving behind him. He looked back, not caring much about it, but noting the way it was just there.
Just then the car sped up towards Randy. Acting on instinct, Randy ran away as the car got closer and closer to him. He jumped out of the way as the car struck several trash cans, knocking some his way, burying him in trash and bruises. The car stopped for a second as the driver pulled out a tommy gun, unloading a whole clip on the alley walls.
Randy heard the car drive off and away from him. He pushed the trash cans off of his body, noting a small cut on his forehead.
"Guess it won't be a hotel tonight." Randy looked for something to wipe his wound, but instead found the bill from the cafe.
He raised his eyebrow, knowing that this was probably a better idea.
"Oh this is going to be fun," Randy muttered, hearing his heartbeat up to his burning ears.
Item 4: Early Check Out of the Hotel: $100
It took Randy less than ten minutes to get his stuff from his room and get away from the hotel. He walked through the back alleys of the sleepy town until he reached the only safe haven he could think of. He pressed the buzzer, hoping that the purple haired dusky maiden would open the door.
The door opened up to reveal Tambry, wearing a long purple robe instead of her uniform.
"Well hello there, stranger~" Tambry said before noticing his briefcase and his state. "I wasn't expecting you to arrive here looking like that with a briefcase. Are you alright?"
"Um, I know this is a bit of an imposition Ms. Tambry, but do you think I could spend the night here?" Randy asked. "I was almost given a fender massage and a tommy gun serenade to the back of my head."
"Oh my god, come inside." Tambry led him in. "What happened?"
"Well, you were right, this town is something else. I had a little chat with Mr. Northwest that left him rather displeased." Randy put down his briefcase as Tambry led him to the living room.
"Don't worry, unless your breath smells of caviar and your bank account is large enough to buy a building, you won't get any sympathy from him." Tambry helped him put his briefcase down.
"And what doesn't he give when you tell him you're investigating his wife's death?" Randy asked.
Tambry almost tripped at what Randy had said. She knew that Preston was as crooked as they came, but she couldn't help but think of the things that he wouldn't do. She noted how exhausted Randy looked, noting that he needed a drink. Hell she needed a drink herself.
"I think that he would see it as an insult. The man practically owns the town and is seen as the elite that everyone dreams of being." Tambry sighed. "Personally I bet he thought his own farts didn't stink. I'm gonna make myself something to drink. You look like you need one as well."
"Thanks. So, you don't have a high opinion of Mr. Northwest?" Randy asked.
"The grass is greener on the other side as they say. But this town is like a trap. A bubble." Tambry prepared them two drinks. "You can stay here for the night."
"Thanks. I'll be sure to pay you for this kindness." Randy grabbed the drink that Tambry had made for him. "Will 100 dollars be enough?"
Tambry giggled, grabbing his hand.
"You can pay another way. Remember what I said? Cash, Grass or Ass, and you certainly don't have to pay with the first two." Tambry placed his hand on her large F-cup breast.
Randy stiffened up a bit at the soft feeling of her breast. The heat of her body was enticing and was spreading through his own body. It was certainly the nicest thing he'd felt since arriving at the town and that night. He looked at Tambry, feeling his face burn.
"N-Not that I'm against t-t-this, but why me? You met me just today," Randy stuttered.
"Like I said, this town is a bubble and everyone knows everyone here. There's not much future here, only the rich get richer and the rest just drift in their own mess." Tambry made Randy's hand grope her, much to her delight. "And what can I say, you tickled my fancy enough. Plus, you're someone new and that's usually few and far between. Besides, I can see you're also happy to see me."
Randy looked down at his growing erection. He hadn't noticed it until she pointed it out. After such a long day, feeling the softness and kindness of a woman, his instincts jumped at the opportunity. He looked at her as her hands embraced him, pressing her body against his own.
"You're certainly ahead of your time, Tambry." Randy hugged her.
"Is that a bad thing?" Tambry kissed him on the lips.
"No." Randy kissed her lips with wanton desire.
Randy and Tambry gulped down the drinks in a single motion before kissing each other once more. Their mouths devoured each other with passion as their tongues wrapped and tasted each other. It was sweet, it was bitter, it was all the nourishment and hunger that they shared. Their hands explored their bodies, instinctively looking for the best parts to touch, grope and feel. This wasn't love like in the novels. This was raw passion after a long day and a near death experience that needed to be released instead of letting it fester into madness.
Randy picked her up. He carried her all the way to her bed as her arms and legs wrapped around his body and his hands grabbed hold of her large thick ass. Every step he took gave him a bigger helping of her meaty ass that could crush a man's skull if she fell on top of them. His tongue was busy, making out with Tambry like his life depended on it. They broke the kiss as they made it to the bed. He dropped her on the soft mattress.
"Come on, baby~" Tambry panted as Randy took off his clothes. "Show me what you're made of city boy~" Tambry pulled her robe open, revealing her large F-cup breasts to the man she'd become smitten with.
Randy pulled down his trousers, revealing his manhood, causing Tambry to gasp in surprise.
"Oh, you better get in here before that thing starts to hurt." Tambry grabbed hold of Randy's manhood, pulling him towards her.
They kissed once more as she lost any other pieces of clothes she had on. Their hands set out to bring about pleasure to each other once more, rubbing, groping and grabbing hold of their respective curves. Randy's hands groped Tambry's breasts and ass, making her moan while she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into the kiss. As their tongues tasted each other's flavors, they could feel the temperature of their bodies and the room rising.
Like a couple of animals in heat, Randy and Tambry moved on to the next phase of their love making. Tambry pinned Randy under her before presenting her wet folds as she was face to face with his manhood. Randy didn't have much in terms of warning before the purple haired maiden planted her large thick ass on his face and her moist lower lips on his own. As his hands and his lips worked over her lower area, delving deeply into her folds with his tongue and fingers, Tambry licked her lips at the sight of his erect cock.
"You are so big, Randy~" Tambry licked the tip of his head. "You are definitely bigger than any of my past boyfriends!" She gasped, sucking on the tip.
Randy couldn't reply. He was trapped under her thick ass, savoring her folds and her juices. One of his hands groped her ass cheek while his other hand delved into her moist pussy along with his tongue. His hand searched for her most sensible spots before his tongue could attack them with great pleasure. He groaned into her folds as she moaned on his manhood. He could feel himself twitching and growing larger inside her mouth.
Tambry was feeling like she was in heaven. As she bobbed her head up and down, she moaned on it, making it tremble with pleasure. Her hands played with his balls, caressing them and making him twitch wilder. She started feeling his pre-cum seeping into her mouth and tongue. She tasted it, instantly becoming addicted to the sweet and salty taste. She bobbed her head faster, feeling his manhood touch the back of her throat much to her delight. She was so caught up on the pleasure that she was feeling that her orgasm caught up to her from out of left field.
They moaned and groaned into each other, granting them more and more pleasure until they got to the final stretch.
"Randy, I'm cumming~! I'm cumming~! Don't stop~!" Tambry moaned as her juices drenched her new lover.
"I'm cumming too!" Randy grunted as he came.
Their love juices came on top of each other, marking each other. Randy swallowed Tambry's juices, giving her one last spank on her large thick ass. Meanwhile Tambry moaned in delight as she swallowed his thick seed as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. They remained locked in that position, tasting and letting their juices coating them like a mark of pleasure. They broke out, panting and out of breath, but still rearing to go.
"Oh god, you are still hard~!" Tambry moaned. "You almost choked me with all that seed~. Were you backed up~?" Tambry asked, licking whatever seed was on her face.
"I'm afraid to admit that the dating aspect of my life as of late has been slim." Randy lifted her thick ass.
"Well then, let me see if I can properly milk you all the way down to the bone~" Tambry laid down on her bed, twirling her finger at Randy, spreading her legs to reveal the patch of purple hair on top of her drenched pussy. "Come here~!"
Randy smirked as he jumped at the opportunity. He pounced on Tambry like a savage beast, kissing her once more with fierce abandon. His manhood rubbed at her entrance as they kissed each other like a pair of horny teenagers. Her moans were egging him on like a siren call from deep into a sea of mysterious delights.
Tambry broke the kiss, giving him a lustful and loving look. Her heart beated a mile a minute and she couldn't figure out why. She had only known the man for a short time, but she was head over heels for him. She felt his manhood rubbing against her entrance, making her want more and more.
"Please, put it in~" Tambry begged.
Randy nodded, grabbing hold of his manhood, pressing it against her entrance. He thrusted into her, spreading her folds much to her delight. His ears were filled with her moans as he slowly went deeper into her.
"Oh god, you're so big~!" Tambry moaned as his manhood spread her folds, making its way to the entrance of her womb. "For the love of! How are you fucking single~?! You should have a harem of women praising this dick~! Oh just fuck me already!"
"If that's what the lady wants!" Randy slowly began thrusting into her hungry womb.
They got into a slow rhythm, getting used to their bodies connecting in a way that was primal and wild. They moaned and cried out each other's names as their skins slapped against each other. Their sweat and desires coated their bodies as the heat they felt made them go faster and faster. Their bodies became a chorus of wild passion that few could ever feel.
Randy's manhood struck at Tambry's entrance, like a battering ram breaking into the gates of a forbidden city. Her cries made him go faster and faster while his eyes landed on her large bouncing breasts. Feeling the hunger, he grabbed hold of one of her breasts with one of his hands and sucked on the other. Randy's mouth was filled with the taste of her juicy breast coated in sweat and pheromones. His ears were filled with her moans and cries of pleasure, begging him to go faster and faster.
"Faster, faster, go faster! Make me cum!" Tambry's eyes rolled to the back of her skull as her legs locked behind his hips, pulling him deeper.
Tambry felt her folds wrapping around his manhood, tightly milking his manhood. She moaned loudly as her nipple was being sucked on. She wanted more and didn't care what happened next to her other than feeling the pleasure. She pulled Randy from her breast and up to her mouth, kissing him once more. Her folds wrapped around his manhood as it grew larger and larger inside her.
"I'm cumming, Tambry!" Randy grunted, breaking the kiss.
"I'm cumming too, Randy! Harder, faster, fill me up!" Tambry moaned as Randy kissed her neck.
Randy and Tambry worked together, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that would bring about their climax. They felt Randy's manhood growing larger and full of seed while Tambry's folds massaged him like a professional masseuse. They gazed into each other's eyes, making sure that they could see all their emotions as they came.
They let out a loud moan of pleasure as they reached the climax. Randy came deeply inside her as Tambry's juices mixed and coated his manhood. Grunting in pleasure they stayed together, panting as his thick white seed filled her up and her juices naked him.
"That was so fucking good~!" Tambry moaned.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," Randy said. "I should've pulled out."
"Don't you fucking dare! If you do that, I will tie you up and make sure that you are dry." Tambry rolled Randy so that she was on top. "Let's go once more~"
Randy smirked, knowing that this was as good a way to end the crappy day he'd had. His hands went to Tambry's breasts as she began to bounce like a wild cowgirl. He could feel her folds growing tighter around his manhood, erecting it to full hardness once more. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. His manhood struck at her womb over and over as she moaned in pleasure.
Tambry felt herself cumming once more. She was sensitive from the first round but she had lots of energy to ride her man all night long~. She moaned loudly as she came once more with euphoric glee.