Louisiana Slay Ride

By Pat Powers

“I know oligarchs can get away with almost anything, but setting off nukes under oil wells has to be the one thing not even an oligarch could get away with.”

Those were Honey Trapps’ words when she first heard abut Jacques Ledoux. Ledoux was Louisiana third generation oil wealth, a man who believed in himself but who probably should not have. He had already squandered a great deal of money on various unsuccessful schemes, so much that he was now only immensely wealthy instead of insanely wealthy. And Ledoux’s latest scheme looked like a desperate attempt to recoup his losses.

There were also rumors in the wealthy BDSM circles that Honey Trapp traveled in that subs who scened with Ledoux never scened with anybody again. When the Initiative asks her to join Ledoux’s harem and get the goods on his nuke scheme in the most sexually submissive way possible, Honey doesn’t want to go. She has a rule about not subbing for even the most alpha male doms if they have bad reports from other subs, and subs who vanish is about as bad as the reports can get.
But Ledoux is rich and connected and hides his secrets well, if the rumors are even true. Only Honey’s unique skills at working her way into a dom’s heart via organs located elsewhere on his anatomy can worm the secrets out of him.

It’s Honey’s most dangerous assignment yet, filled with intrigue, danger and much sexually submissive hanky-panky in Ledoux’s harem. Sex, adventure and intrigue abound as Honey risks her person and her fortune to stop an oligarch from precipitating a nuclear disaster.

This novel is just over 43,000 words in length and is part of the Honey Trapp series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pat Powers
• Release date: May 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005444495

Pat Powers

Pat Powers may not be the most interesting man in the world, but when he writes about himself in the third person, he tries to make people think so.A former sex droid designer and professional cyclist, he had an epiphany after winning the Tour de France for the third time. He realized that writing erotica was a lot easier than bicycling up mountains. (Riding down mountains is actually easier than writing erotica, but much more physically dangerous.) Powers decided to write erotica for his own comfort and safety and the enjoyment of his many thoroughly satisfied readers.And the rest, as they say, is history. Powers has become the most famous unknown author in his genre, and has amassed a fortune in words.

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Louisiana Slay Ride

Honey Trapp #4

Disclaimer

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any persons, places, things or events in this book to any real person, places, things or events is strictly coincidental.

Copyright 2022 By Pat Powers

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Postscript

About Pat Powers

Pat Powers on Smashwords

Other Works By Pat Powers

Chapter 1

I know oligarchs can get away with almost anything, but setting off nukes under oil wells has to be the one thing not even an oligarch could get away with.

No Sam, I absolutely will not do it, and I am more than a little disappointed in you for even suggesting it! Honey said icily as they sat in the Best Original Chowdah House overlooking Muscle Beach. Outside muscular men and women were lifting heavy things, including themselves, and beautifully tanned women in thongs without enough fabric to make a decent doily were lying on towels being beautiful. Honey found the spectacle curiously wholesome.

What’s the issue? Sam Chadsworth asked.

As if you don’t know, Honey replied.

I do not know, said Sam.

Didn’t you vet this guy at all, Sam? Honey asked.

Sure, said Sam. He’s a shady Louisiana oil oligarch with a taste for dominating women. Just your meat.

Is that all you’ve got? Honey asked.

Just the part that makes it essential that we find out what this idiot has planned, said Sam.

Well the Initiative’s researchers are an incompetent bunch, then, said Honey. Because I checked in with the subs in the scene here, and the word on him is, stay away, stay far away. Rumor has it that one or more girls that have joined his harem have never been seen or heard from again.

Our sources say he gets his subs from some pretty shady places, Sam said, shrugging. Not exactly women who show up on the social register. Maybe the reason they are never seen is that no one has looked in the right back alleys.

They may not be rich, but Ledoux is, said Honey. He’s rolling in it. He doesn’t show at BDSM scenes in LA or New York when he’s traveling. But he hosts parties in his plantation mansion, which sometimes get attended by people in the scene. He’s known.

His subs disappear and everyone knows all about it, and no one makes a fuss? Sam asked.

It’s like this, Sam, said Honey. People outside the scene think BDSM people are insane monsters, to some extent. We’re used to being thought of as doing all sorts of horrible things, without any proof other than our kinkiness. So we are VERY hesitant to accuse a member of our scene of wrongdoing without tons of evidence. And there’s no evidence about Ledoux, just rumors.

So why do you give such rumors credence, if they’re just rumors? Sam asked.

Because I’m a sub, Sam, said Honey. And we subs have learned that it’s better to be safe than sorry where rumors about doms being too extreme are concerned.

Yeah, but rumors can just be rumors sometimes, said Sam.

I know what you mean, said Honey. Rumors can just grow out of thin air. But where my personal safety is concerned, rumors are enough.

Well how about buying this rumor: we’ve had intelligence sources saying that our boy Ledoux is investigating the possibility of using nukes for fracking under the Gulf of Mexico.

Please, said Honey. That’s insane. Even for an oil oligarch.

I agree, said Sam. That is exactly what I said when I learned about it. It doesn’t change anything.

Where do you even get an idea like using a nuke for fracking? Honey asked.

From the cloud, we suspect, said Sam. The oil and gas companies all use the AI and data mining capabilities of the cloud to figure out newer and cheaper ways of extracting oil and gas. They come up with some fairly brilliant techniques along those lines. The problem is, AIs occasionally come up with solutions that fit all the parameters of the problems they’re working on, but are also batshit crazy. Things a human would reject out of hand. And this appears to be one of them.

It’s still batshit crazy, said Honey. I know oligarchs can get away with almost anything, but setting off nukes under oil wells has to be the one thing not even an oligarch could get away with.

Come on, Honey, you know better than that, Same replied. We live in a world whose atmosphere is being systematically destroyed for profit. You know it, I know it. All they have to do is make it seem like nuclear power but for the oil and gas industry, and people will go for it. Especially the boomers.

You’re practically a boomer yourself, said Honey.

Not really, but yeah, I’m middle-aged, said Sam. But there are plenty of Boomers in the Initiative, and none of them are exactly proud of their generation. Not one – that I know of, anyway. You can’t understand modern climate change and look favorably upon the boomer response to it.

Nuking the Gulf of Mexico makes sense how? Honey asked. What advantage would there be?

First of all, the detonations would occur deep under the Gulf, where the shales that holds the oil and gas deposits are, said Sam. The nukes would be small nukes, like the tactical nukes we hope will never be used in modern warfare but we developed them anyway. The idea is that they’ll do a much more thorough job of breaking up the shales than the conventional explosives that are used now.

And so we wind up with radioactive fuel, said Honey. That’ll be popular.

The idea is that there’ll be scrubbers and filters to prevent radioactive contamination, said Sam. At least, that’s our theory. We don’t have a very good idea what the details are, we just know nukes are involved in some way and we’re fleshing it out. It may be, and probably is, even weirder than we think it is. And that’s saying something.

It’s still crazy, harebrained garbage, said Honey.

Yeah, we know, but we also know this man Ledoux is not playing with a full deck, said Sam. He’s third generation oil money, and living up to all the stereotypes about third generation wealth. He’s squandered about a third of his family’s oil wealth, but he’s still rich as sin. We suspect he has mental health problems but he’s mentally sharp and quite a charmer, from what we hear.

And you want me to be a sex toy for him? Honey asked.

Just long enough to get a handle on what he’s doing, said Sam.

It seems to me that if he’s looking at using nukes, that should be grounds for a preemptive executive strike, Honey said. (Preemptive executive strike was Initiative code for an execution.)

It is, most definitely, said Sam. But like you, we need more information before we pull the trigger on him.

Honey sighed. She had known it would come to this. Sooner or later the press of fighting against climate change would make the Initiative ask her to do something she wasn’t prepared to do. When she’d agreed to do the spying it had been a lark, a very appealing one. Getting dominated by hot, sexy doms and just listening in on what they were saying to see if she could ferret out any secrets that might advance the cause of fighting climate change, it sounded so easy and so fun. Who could resist? It COULD be dangerous, but it shouldn’t, and the possibility of personal danger added a thrill that Honey just couldn’t resist.

But this was more than a possibility of danger, this was likelihood of personal danger.

I’ll think about it, Honey said. It’ll take me a day at least, maybe two or three.

Sam nodded. I understand, he said. Just please let us know as soon as you know. He knew not to push once he had what he suspected was a win.

Honey left already thinking she should take the assignment, but the question was, how could she take it and assure her personal safety?

The problem was, she had very little confidence in the Initiative’s interest in assuring her safety. Oh, they WANTED her to be safe, in an abstract sort of way. But the leadership of the Initiative was composed almost entirely of fanatics, people who would have gladly given their own lives if they thought it would contribute in some meaningful way to preventing the worst effects of climate change from occurring.

It was understandable, in a sense. The worst effects of climate change included the end of human civilization and possibly the extinction of the human race. Those were the sort of stakes that bred fanaticism. Still, Honey was not quite that fanatical and would like to survive her missions. And she was deeply aware that people who would willingly sacrifice their own lives on the altar of preventing climate change would also willingly sacrifice her life on that same altar. With the greatest regret of course. But their regrets would not do her corpse any good.

And Honey vividly remembered the stare on the face of the woman who had died just outside her door in Las Miserabil during the revolution on a previous mission. She did not want to wear that same expression anytime soon if she could help it.

Fortunately, Honey thought she knew a way she could prevent that. She had been very impressed by the rescue crew Bascom had assembled to get her out of Las Miserabils. They had the skills, the resources and the planning it took to get her safely out of a violent revolution, surely could handle any ordinary rescue.

Honey would have loved to hire the Bascom crew to be her rescue crew. She could have offered them a lot more money than Bascom was paying. But that would have raised other problems. Bascom would quickly find out she’d hired their rescue crew for an independent job, which would have raised many questions in their minds, and would undoubtedly blown her cover with Bascom. And Bascom remained a very nice cover for her.

So Honey went looking elsewhere. She had research done by an expert researcher, and very soon she had a list of names of people and organizations with a good track record in the rescue business. She had a friend who was on the board of a conglomerate that needed rescue crews now and again (kidnaping corporate execs was a big industry in some countries), and that got her a chance to sit down with the security chief who vetted the teams they used. He went over Honey’s list and made some suggestions after making it very clear that he had not made any suggestions at all to Honey officially, which of course Honey was fine with.

At the end, Honey had a list of four firms and about a dozen names that could do the rescue thing for her. After four interviews, she hit it off with Mark Blackjack Knopfler, former Army Intelligence operative and general all around badass, now officially retired.

So basically me and my crew just hang around in case you need rescue, and if we get your signal, we swoop in, grab you, and leave, said Mark.

Yes, said Honey. Exactly that.

Will there be armed resistance? Knopfler asked.

There might, said Honey. But probably not a lot of it. This is a rich Louisiana businessman, on his own property. He’s going to have a few security guards, maybe just one, and the local cops are in his pocket, so he probably feels very protected.

You could spare yourself a lot of time, money and anxiety by just not seeing this fella, Blackjack observed.

Yes, I could, said Honey. But here’s the deal. I’m working with some people on this. Can’t name any names, but they have it on good intel that he is either doing or planning to do unwise things with nukes, related to oil and gas production. There are are also rumors that some of the women who join this guy’s harem are never seen again. If either of these is true, we are going to end him. But we have to be sure.

Ah, said Knopfler. And the people you’re with have good intel on this?

Good enough that I would never agree to hook up with this guy under ordinary circumstances, Honey replied. I am there strictly to suck his cock and find out if he’s playing with nukes or not, and if he’s killing girls or not.

So you won’t be terminating him, said Mark.

Not my job, said Honey. Not yours either. I just don’t want him terminating me. We’re going to be working with some alphabet agencies on this. Have to keep things legal.

That’s a job I can accept, said Mark. You’d be amazed how many people end up wanting me to kill people.

After that, it was just a matter