The Three 'F's

Chapter 6: Legal Aid Adrian awoke at three in the afternoon. The Bitch was still sleeping in their bed, wearing one of the pink, frilly outfits she’d stolen from the lingerie shop. He considered ripping it off her, and giving her a good fuck, but there was a little business he needed to take care of first. He got out the phone book to look up a number. “Wolfram and Hart. How may I direct your call?” said the overly cheerful operator who answered the phone. “Lee Mercer, please,” said Adrian. “Who may I say is calling?” “Tell him it’s Adrian. We met while I was doing some work for Mayor Wilkins of Sunnydale.” “One moment, please,” said the operator, and her voice was replaced by Muzak on the line. Adrian growled as he listened to it. Whoever had invented Muzak must have been truly evil. They were probably clients of Wolfram and Hart’s, or maybe W&H just used it to torture people who called them. The Bitch woke up while he was waiting. She started to come toward him, but he waved her away. “Go take a shower,” he told her. “You smell like old blood.” She pouted at him, but went into the bathroom. The Muzak was finally interrupted after about five minutes. “Lee Mercer.” “Lee, it’s Adrian. We met a couple of months back, when I was in town to deliver the heart of a virgin that Mayor Wilkins had sacrificed to Galmorchech to you.” “Yes, I remember you,” said Lee, “but I’ve checked the status of the Wilkins account. It was closed two days ago.” “Yes, I realize that,” said Adrian. “I’m not here for the Mayor this time. This is some personal business. I’d like to hire Wolfram and Hart for myself.” “Ah!” said Lee, sounding happier. “Yes, of course. What can we do for you?” “I need some IDs altered, the ownership of a car transferred to me, things like that,” said Adrian. “Also a complete sets of new IDs, for me and a girl. Something good enough to pass inspection at border crossings.” “We can do that,” said Lee. “It won’t be cheap though.” “I know that quality work is expensive,” said Adrian. “If I wanted cheap, I wouldn’t have called you.” Adrian started to have some doubts though. He wondered what Wolfram and Hart might think of as ‘expensive.’ “Just what sort price are we talking about?” “First class manufactured IDs, including passports, cost $5,000 each, and take about a week,” said Lee. “We can get them quicker, but that costs more. We can handle the car tonight, for $500. What do you want altered?” “Change the photos and signatures on a couple of driver’s licenses, and the signatures on half a dozen credit cards.” Lee thought for a moment. “Okay, we can handle that right away for another thousand.” “How about we pick up, and pay for the car ownership, and the altered IDs tonight, give you a deposit of a thousand for the new IDs, and then pay off the balance when the IDs are finished?” “Yeah, we can do that,” said Lee. “Uh…I don’t think that I have to tell you that we won’t accept payment using one of those altered credit cards.” “Don’t worry,” said Adrian. “Strictly cash.” “Very well. I suppose that your companion is—how shall we say this—sunlight challenged as well? How about you come by at eight?” “The sun’s setting at 7:55 tonight,” said Adrian. “Can we make it 8:30?” “8:30’s fine,” said Lee. “I’ll see you then.” The Bitch was back. She had come out of the bathroom naked. “What’s at 8:30?” she asked. “We’re meeting with our new lawyer.” “Can we eat him?” “NO!” yelled Adrian. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen to them if they killed a Wolfram and Hart lawyer, in W&H’s own offices. “When we go to Wolfram and Hart, there is to be no killing of any sort.” “So, what are we doing till then?” asked the Bitch. “You won’t let me kill anyone here in the hotel, or this lawyer guy. How are we supposed to have any fun?” Adrian smiled at her. She had managed to keep showing her human face for nearly a day, except for when she was feeding. He figured she was safe enough. “Come here, and get down on your knees, Bitch.” It was time to see if she was as good a cocksucker as the rumours around the school had said she was. She sauntered across the room to him, her hips swaying. “Yeah? Why should I do that?” “You’re gonna suck my cock, Bitch. And don’t tell me you don’t know how to do it.” “Oh, I know how to do it,” said the Bitch. “I sucked off Cody Wienberg, after he gave me a ride in his 350SL. What’ll you give me for a blow job?” “I won’t throw you out in the sunlight, Bitch!” Adrian caught her, and pulled her face down into his lap. She took hold of his cock, and sucked it into her mouth. Oh fuck, she was good at this. Either she’d had a lot of practice, or she was a natural talent. She took the full length of his swollen cock into her mouth right away, without any sign of gagging on it. Part of that no doubt came from her being a vampire, who didn’t have to worry about choking, but the way her mouth moved, and the things her tongue did to him… “Oh fuck, that’s good!” Adrian held her head in place by taking double handfuls of her hair, leaving her enough freedom to move up and down his cock, but not enough to pull away. “Oh yeah, baby! Your mouth is good for something besides yapping! Like that! Keep going! Ungh!” He came into her throat. He lifted her away from his cock. “Oh, Harmony, you are a good little cocksucker!” He kissed her. She pulled her mouth away, and smiled at him. “So, what do I get for it?” “For that, I think you get to lie in bed with your legs apart, while I eat out your pussy.” “I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” said the Bitch. “I saw how you ate out Amanda’s pussy.” Adrian smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I only bite bloodbag pussy.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I may nibble a bit.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He ate her until she came, at which point, he was ready to fuck her again. By the time he was done with that, they had time to take a shower, pack up their things, and check out of the hotel before going to Wolfram and Hart. He paid the bill with cash, to keep the charge from showing up on Lisa’s credit card. No point in making things any easier than they had to be for the cops. They stopped at an ATM for the Bitch to pull another couple of thousand dollars out of the Pearsons’ bank accounts, so he could pay Wolfram and Hart. --- Adrian had visited Wolfram and Hart enough times to know the drill. They were met in the lobby by guards armed with stakes. The guards escorted them to an elevator, but didn’t get in it with them. The elevator was programmed to take them to the seventh floor, and only the seventh floor, where they were met by more guards armed with stakes, who escorted them to Lee Mercer’s office. Mercer had a small interior office, without any windows. He tried to tell people that it was so he could meet with vampires at any time of the day or night, but the reality was that he was still a very junior associate with Wolfram and Hart. Senior associates got exterior offices with necro-tempered glass that let them have a view, and still see vampire clients during the day. It was a nice office though, despite the lack of a view: this was Wolfram and Hart, after all, and even junior associates had to make a good first impression on their clients. Lee smiled at his guests, as he got up from his desk. “Adrian, it is good to see you again! And your lovely companion. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of making your acquaintance before tonight, in fact, I’m sure of it. I would remember a lady as lovely as yourself.” He held out a hand to her. Adrian thought that Lee was laying it on a little too thickly, but the Bitch seemed to be lapping it up. She smiled as she placed her hand in his, and then giggled when, instead of just shaking it, he lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it lightly. “I’m Harmony,” she told him. “A musical name to go with a lovely lady,” said Lee. “So what can I do for you tonight?” Adrian dumped the Pearsons’ driver’s licences, credit cards, and the registration for their car onto Lee’s desk. “I want the photos and signatures on these changed, so we can use them, and I want ownership of that car transferred to me.” “By ‘me’ I assume that you mean the person who we are going to be manufacturing an identity for,” said Lee. “That’s right.” “And you don’t want it to look like Pearson just sold you his car.” “Right again,” said Adrian. “I don’t want any connection between the Pearsons and our new identities.” “Okay, so we’ll have to update the Nevada DMV records, and so on, with a new VIN number for the Pearson car, and manufacture California records for this car, belonging to you,” said Lee. “What name do you want?” “Adrian Smith.” “How original,” said Lee. “Now, for you, Harmony. After Adrian’s call this afternoon, I took the liberty of looking into the reports on the unfortunate incident that took place in Sunnydale on Friday, and I noticed that one of the people reported as missing was a Harmony Kendall. I assume that’s you?” “Uh-huh,” said the Bitch. “Well, that could simplify things immensely,” said Lee. “You are only listed as missing, not dead, and since you are eighteen years old, we merely have to supply you with copies of your own quite legitimate identification documents, unless there’s some reason you don’t want to go on using your own name?” “No, I like Harmony.” “Perfect!” Lee smiled, and slid a couple of pens and pads of paper across his desk to them. He picked up the items that Adrian had dropped on his desk. “I’ll just have my secretary take these down to Documents. Why don’t you two start practising signing your new names.” He left them in the office. “But I’m not changing my name!” said the Bitch. Adrian smacked the back of her head. “Ow!” “He meant ‘Amanda Pearson,’ for the driver’s license, and credit cards, you stupid bitch!” --- They had both written their new names a couple of dozen times when Lee came back. “Won’t you need some photos of us, for the driver’s licenses?” asked Adrian. “They’ll just pull a couple of frames out of the video from the security cameras,” said Lee. “I’m sure that there will be something they can use there. We’ll do the same for your passport photos. Now, about payment…”