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.