"Going Straight" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Emelia, Jennifer, and Kitty with Chief Slattery
The Elmhurst Compound (D'Angelo Family home):
Noon, give or take:

Emelia had escorted Jennifer and Kitty back into the mansion, down a staircase to the nicest basement either of them had ever seen, and down a hallway to a metal fire door that was guarded by a single but well-armed member of Elmhurst's Security Team.

Nothing could be heard by the pair of Untouchables from their side of the door until the guard opened it at Emelia's gesture. Immediately, the sound of a fist connecting with flesh and a cry of pain was heard. Both of Marcus's people hesitated a moment before continuing inward behind their hostess.

Duct taped by his forearms and calves to a solidly built metal chair was, of course, Narcotics Chief Trevor Slattery. It was pretty obvious that he'd already taken quite a beating; both of his eyes were selling shut, his lips and one cheek were cut and bleeding, and there was a cut on his nose that was leaking red stuff as well.

Philip Russo gestured the man performing the beating to pause as the three women entered. Slattery recovered his wits enough at the sight of Emelia to ask desperately, "Please ... no more. Tell me what you want to know. Please ... I'll tell you anything."

Emelia didn't respond, but Jennifer did, looking to Philip and asking, "What has he said so far?"

"Nothing," Emelia's bodyguard said.

"He hasn't answered any of your questions?" Kitty asked with surprise. Slattery was badly beaten and obviously ready to talk.

"We haven't asked him any questions yet," Emelia offered in a calm tone. "We were leaving the interrogation for the two of you ... or for Marcus or any of the Un--"

"You've been beating him without questioning him?" Jennifer asked with dismay. She'd known since the establishment of the Untouchables that they'd sometimes be working extra-judiciously but beating a man senseless just to beat him was shocking to her. She continued, still surprised, "Why...? What's the purpose?"

"I lost a man last night," Philip said with a hard tone. When the two women looked to him, he continued, "Slattery is the reason for that. He is responsible. If he'd remained in his detention cell in the Justice Building, my man wouldn't have been killed."

The two Untouchables looked to each other for a moment, then to Emelia and then back to Philip. They both understood Philip's anger at losing a man. Hell, they'd almost lost Jennifer herself on their very first mission when she'd taken a shotgun blast to her vest-protected chest.

"For this, Chief Slattery is being punished," Philip continued. "It won't bring my man back ... but..."

He didn't finish what he was thinking, instead looking to Emelia for an indication of where to go from here. His Donna looked to the other females and asked, "Is there anything the two of you would like to inquire of Chief Slattery?"

The entire time they'd been talking about the corrupt cop, he'd been mumbling desperately at them for mercy, and now he repeated, "I'll tell you anything ... ANYTHING ... just stop ... please, stop."

Jennifer was contemplating a question whose answer might be of consequence to them when Kitty beat her to it with, "Why did the D'Amatos break you out of jail? I mean, you were working for the D'Angelos ... helping them get their drugs into the City undetected. Why the assist from the competition?"

Kitty looked to Emelia and shrugged gently. She didn't want to offend the D'Angelo's Donna with her question. But then, it was Emelia herself who'd arranged the whole takedown of her Family's largest-ever drug shipment; Emelia wanted to get the family out of the narcotics business, and having the Untouchables seize the massive delivery had been exactly what she'd needed.

Sobbing, Slattery answered, "I went to them."

"How?" Kitty asked. "You were locked up."

"One of the COs at the Detention Center," Slattery continued. He turned his head to spit blood onto the floor before continuing, "He set it up. He told me who he worked for ... the D'Amatos. He said the D'Angelos were finished in the drug business ... that the D'Amatos would take over D'Angelo territory. He wanted me to switch alliances. He knew what I could do for them ... knew that I'd need a new employer."

Slattery sobbed a moment longer, then looked up to Emelia and said, "There coming for you."

"The D'Amatos?" she asked; her tone showed no concern as she'd known for years that the rival Italian Crime Family had wanted to kill off the actual D'Angelo Family members for decades.

But then Slattery surprised her: "No ... your people."

All eyes turned to Slattery as he again spit, then clarified, "The ones you paid off to get out of the drugs business. Some of them went to Giovanni D'Amato. They are going to kill you ... kill your father ... kill everyone working for you."

"Who?" Emelia asked, her emotions piqued at the mentioning of her father and the plot to kill him. "Names! I want names!"

Slattery began listing off some of the Capos, Lieutenants, and Soldiers who Emelia has sent packing days earlier. He named 9 people, then finished with, "Others ... names I don't have. Gio D'Amato made them a deal: if they kill you and your father and enough of those loyal to you to bring down the Family ... they can keep your territory ... keep your operations ... pay the D'Amatos ... pay them the money you gave them to leave the business."

"They gave D'Amato my money?" Emelia spat out, her anger rising. "The money I paid them to get out of the narcotics business? They are giving it to Giovanni D'Amato so that he will allow them to continue the narcotics trade in MY Family's territory?"

By now, Emelia was pacing back and forth across the room. Oh, she'd known that she was going to face blowback from some of the Capo's and Lieutenants she'd let go, despite the fact that she'd given them each a big fucking bag of money to go away and start new lives, hopefully far from Capital City. But learning that they were conspiring with Giovanni D'Amato was a surprise to her.

Emelia gestured Philip away from the others, then gave him instructions to both heighten security around Elmhurst and begin a search for every former D'Angelo Associate who'd taken money from her. Then, a thought occurred to her and she turned to Jennifer and Kitty. "Your man Mephisto. Can he find the traitors if I give him a list of names?"

Kitty laughed, answering, "Hell, he can find them without the names. The man's a fucking magician with uncovering shit others would prefer he didn't find."

"Put together a list," Emelia told Philip. "I want to know every Capo, Lieutenant, and Soldier who's turned against me."

"Yes, Donna," Philip said dutifully. He looked to Slattery, then back, asking, "What about him?"

Without hesitation, Emelia pulled Philip's Beretta out of his hip holster, walked swiftly up to the corrupt cop, aimed, and put a bullet through the man's forehead. Slattery's head flung back, his brains and blood spraying upon the wall and floor behind him. Then, returning the gun to her bodyguard without a word, she simply walked out of the room.

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus wasn't sure if Belinda was putting on a good act, or whether she really was going to enjoy his discomfort. Either way right now it fed into his arousal as he watched her prepared the dildo. When her lubed fingers slid over the firm curve of his lower ass cheeks and onto his hole he shivered. The touch was cool, due to the lube, and promised much more to come. He found himself trying to spread his legs further apart for her, though the shackles made that a little awkward, but he was sure his trying to give her more space wouldn't be lost on the young woman in the dominatrix gear. He felt a finger penetrate where no one and nothing had gone before, his ass. His hole twitched at the invasion but it didn't hurt. It was a curious sensation, the lube allowed the finger to push in with hardly any resistance at all. Then she added another and now he could feel his hole being stretched a little, but still not with any real pain.

"Shall we continue?" Belinda asked getting a nod from Marcus who's eyes were on hers as she fingered his ass.

As she pulled them out his entire body tingled it seemed, and he felt oddly empty and cold inside where the fingers had been, as if his body was already missing them. Not that it had to wait long for something to take their place. He bent his knees as requested as he watched her lower the glistening dildo to his hole. He felt the top at his entrance and his body tightened instinctively as she applied pressure. It took a little while for him to force himself to relax and with an almost audible pop the dildo head pushed passed his sphincter. Her sexy words made him moan softly as slowly, allowing him time to adapt, Belinda continued to insert the fake cock stretching him out till he felt so full, as if he needed to poop really badly. But it was also perhaps one of the most kinky things he had ever done and his cock was steel hard and leaking pre as he closed his eyes to absorb everything that was happening to him.

"Now, for the twist," Belinda said as she reached to the pile of toys again. She retrieved what appeared to be a small remote control, saying, "The guy at the store showed me how to use this."

Cole looked down his body at her wondering what she had in her hand, then he saw a small remote. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together as his eyes widened a little as she continued.

"Of course, that wasn't up his ass at the time."

She pressed a button and Marcus felt the dildo deep in his ass come to life with a soft vibration. It felt nice, almost relaxing to a degree and he wriggled his ass a little at the sensation, but he wasn't ready for what would come next. Belinda pressed another button and almost immediately Marcus groaned loudly as his eyes closed, some small amount of saliva leaking from around the ball gag as the dildo went to work inside him. Somewhere in his ass the dildo was pushing on his prostate and as it worked it over his entire body felt like it was on fire with pleasure. His cock pulsed, leaking more, his balls filled with more cum, his chest and shoulders tensed and relaxed over and over.

"How does my good boy like that?" she teased with the tone a mother might use for their toddler. "Maybe a little faster ... a little deeper?"

Cole didn't, couldn't reply as his mind was trying to get to grips with this new feeling, so when she pushed more buttons and the dildo went into overdrive his hips bucked up off the bed, his cock pushing upwards as if trying to drill a hole in the ceiling. The loud moan from him was not one of pain, but one of intense arousal and pleasure. His eyes flashed open wide as he stared at her, the lust there was undeniable.

 

[PennySaver]

Elmhurst, after Emelia kills Slattery

Jennifer and Kitty watched Emelia stride out of the basement room, then together looked back to Slattery; with his head laying back about as far as it could, blood was dripping from the major hole in the back of it, drip-drip-dripping to the concrete floor.

Jennifer looked to Philip, shocked and yet unsure of how to react. He simply stared at her without emotion; he obviously had been expecting this conclusion to the Narcotic Chief's corrupt life, though whether he'd expected it to come at the hands of his Donna or not was uncertain. The blonde Untouchable hurried out of the room after the Donna of the D'Angelo Family, followed less energetically by her brunette partner, calling out, "Emelia!"

When the cold blooded murderer slowed to a stop and turned back, she said, "I'm sorry if this has changed anything. I ... I hope I have not just lost your support ... yours, the Untouchables' ... Marcus's, once you tell him what I just did."

Before Jennifer could respond, Kitty interjected, "We're not telling him." She came alongside her partner, who turned her head to meet her eyes, and asked with a suggestive tone, "We aren't telling Marcus ... are we?"

When Jennifer didn't immediately speak, Kitty reminded her, "He killed two cops ... at the jail. He and the people who helped him escaped killed two cops and a civilian desk clerk."

Finally, Jennifer responded to what just happened with, "I know that. I just--" She looked to Emelia, then started moving the woman's way as she said with a sincere tone, "I want to know that you're alright." She reached Emelia, taking the other woman's hands in her own, asking softly, "Are you alright?"

The head of the D'Angelo Family was honestly surprised by Jennifer's concern. Emelia looked strong and determined right now, but deep down -- given a few more minutes to appreciate what she had just done -- she was close to having a panic attack: Emelia D'Angelo, Donna of the D'Angelo Family, leader of one of the City's most powerful entities, had never before killed another person by her own hand.

"I'm alright," she responded, squeezing the hands that had taken hold of her own. She looked to Kitty and, as if needing to reassure the second Untouchable as well, said, "I'm fine ... really. He ... he needed to be eliminated ... and it was only right that I be the one to do it."

She looked past the pair of women to see her bodyguard step into view. Philip had the same concerned expression on his face, as Emelia would expect from the man who was as close to her as her own father. She gave him a very familiar smile and slight head nod, telling him that all would be okay. She asked regarding the mess in the room behind him, "You'll see to that?"

"Of course, Donna," Philip said with a tone of respect. He continued to study her, though, rather than return to the room; he was about two seconds away from going to her, holding her, whispering words of encouragement and love as he was certain she needed right now.

"Thank you," she said to her bodyguard and closest friend, before looking to the other two women and saying, "I have some things with which I must deal. Please, don't think me rude, but..."

And with one last glance to each, Emelia turned and headed down the hall, up the stairs, and out of their sight. Jennifer and Kitty looked to each other, then both looked to Philip. He said nothing, only turning back into the room and closing the door slowly behind him.

Again, the women looked to each other with uncertainty. Kitty was the first to speak, saying, "I'm still hungry." She turned down the hall with urgency, saying, "I found a new donut shop when I was with my new cop friends last night."

Jennifer stood there for a moment, then hurried behind, inquiring, "You mean when you were in your bra and panties...?You went to a donut shop ... with cops ... in your underwear...? Kitty, what the fuck!"

Zhang Yuqi just laughed as she headed up the stairs...

 

[PennySaver]

Marcus shackled down in Belinda's bed:

Belinda listened to Marcus as he moaned to the manipulations of the dildo. She was a bit surprised -- and delighted -- by the amount of movement from him at the device's simulation of a cock deeply penetrating his ass. The emotion in his eyes made her smile wider, asking him, "How is my good boy feeling...? Comfy?"

She looked down to his cock, finding it so swollen that she honestly thought it might explode at any moment. She moved closer up the bed toward his crotch, her knees under the backs of his thighs; she was actually beginning to wish she hadn't donned the Dominatrix costume, as it limited her own flexibility and, in truth, was a bit uncomfortable. But it was what it was, and she'd spent a fortune on it, too.

"Oh, look at this poor thing," she said with a pouty tone as she reached her fingers out to Marcus's cock. "It looks like it needs attention."

Her lover might have been expecting Belinda to stroke his shaft or take his bulbous head into her warm, wet mouth, but what she did instead was curl her fingers on either side of his cock and clutch it in the tips of her fingernails. His reaction was instantaneous as the sharp points contacted him -- oh, she didn't dig in or anything like that, but the feeling was probably a bit more painful than what he'd felt the first time one of his teenage girlfriends tried to give him head and accidentally bit into him with her braced teeth.

Belinda dragged the tips of her natural nails down the length of Marcus's shaft, slowly, until they reached his nut sack, at which point she curled the tips under the latter and fondled it with her claws as well. And the entire time, she was looking him right in the eyes, still waiting for that loud, frightened moan that said I give, I give, stop!

But it didn't come.

After toying with him this way for another moment, Belinda reached a fingertip to the end of his cock to collect the ball of precum that was sticking there. She put her fingertip in her mouth, making a production of sucking it off and enjoying it before asking in that seductive tone, "Someone's getting close to maybe finishing ... yes?"

She took up the remote again, turned it off ... then stood and left the room...

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Belinda didn't return from the living room for almost 15 minutes. When she did, she stopped short in the doorway, gave Marcus a feigned look of surprise, and said, "Oh! I forgot you were here."

She was carrying a half empty champagne glass, which she emptied and set aside before mounting the bed again. Marcus's cock had gone mostly limp, causing her to note playfully about it, "Oh, the poor thing. Look at it just lying there like that."

Belinda gave it a sharp smack, studied it a moment, then repeated. She commanded, "Wake up!"

She turned to the contents of the bag that had been dumped on the end of the bed, pulling out a small package and ripping it open. She explained, "Now, these are nipple clamps. You've probably heard of them before. But you probably haven't seen this model before."

These weren't your normal looking little squeezing clips but were larger and purple-colored and rounded on top; they seriously looked like the top half of a plum. Belinda put one atop each of Marcus's nipples, turning them this way and that to get the grippy part of them to take hold; they might have felt like the plastic side of a piece of Velcro on his sensitive little nubs.

"Now, the way this works," she began explaining as she took out the package's third and last piece. It was similar in shape and color to the first two pieces but a bit larger, with a flashing light and a control knob on top. She twisted the knob and set the device on Marcus's chest, telling him as she pointed to it, then the other parts, "is that when you make a sound ... for example..."

She concluded her explanation by leaning over him, looking into his eyes, then saying sharply, "Ouch!"

Immediately upon speaking that last word, the dozens of velcro-like points gently holding his nipples closed. Marcus's reaction was ... well, obvious wasn't a stretch. Belinda showed her surprise -- not feigned -- then laughed. "Oh! I see the batteries are charged aren't they?"

She glanced down to Marcus's cock, which was once again still and stretched out. She asked as she looked him in the eyes and caressed his shaft with her nails, "I have a version that will fit this!" She let him react, then shrugged and said, "Oh, maybe next time."

Picking up the remote for the dildo, Belinda played with the controls again. Pushing the activation button caused all of the little rings inside it to swell out a bit together, as if a larger cock had just suddenly appeared magically inside Marcus's ass. He reacted, of course, as did the nipple clamps.

Belinda laughed again, honestly surprised at what the toys were doing to him. She reached a hand up to caress Marcus's cheek, asking, "Oh, my poor boy. Maybe that was too much?"

She moved up his body a bit, unlatched the ball gag, and set it aside. She asked with that same motherly tone she'd been using, "Does mommy need to punish her bad boy more...? Or has he had enough? Does he want his cookies and milk now?"

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus shackled down in Belinda's bed:
"Oh, look at this poor thing," Belinda said with a pouty tone as she reached her fingers out to Marcus's cock. "It looks like it needs attention."

Oh, boy did it ever. Marcus almost broke a tooth moaning for the dominatrix to touch it, but when she did it was both what he wanted, but not what he expected. Her nails made contact and he could feel their sharpness, they truly were claws and could do a lot of damage to anyone who thought they could hurt the young reporter. Part of his mind hoped she would dig them into his dick, curious at what it would feel like, another part said 'are you fucking kidding?! She can slash it to ribbons!!'. He did squirm though, under her touch as she hovered over his crotch finally bringing those nails down to his balls and fondling them with her kitty claws, but again not digging in. He looked down his body as her hand, then up into her eyes ... God she had gorgeous eyes, then back down at her hand on his family jewels. Watching her scoop some of his pre onto her fingertip then suck it clean made him moan again, a slightly different one, a long drawn out moan that said to those who were fluent in sexual moaning 'Oh fucking hell that looks hot!'.

"Someone's getting close to maybe finishing ... yes?" She purred seductively before turning off the dildo in his ass and slipping from the bed to leave the room.

He moaned and pulled at the shackles, watching her pert ass in that tight PVC sway out of the room, helped by the heel on the thigh high boots, then she was gone. He moaned louder, but she didn't reappear. Almost in tears of need he lay back, panting behind the ball gag as he closed his eyes. He could feel his cock, it was sooooo close to blasting off, but now lacking any stimulus it just stood there, like a giant oak alone in a field waiting to be struck by lightening.

"Oh! I forgot you were here." Belinda stated 15 minutes later, getting an eyeroll from Marcus who couldn't take his eyes off her dominatrix PVC clad body. "Oh, the poor thing. Look at it just lying there like that." She said gazing down at his now limp cock which had left a trail of pre on his hairless crotch as it had sagged in defeat. Her hard smack of it got his attention though and he grunted as it started to harden again, just from that ... well, that and her "Wake up!" that she shouted at it, as if his body was now hers to command at will ... which was a frightening thought he considered.

He watched curiously as she fitted the nipple 'clamps' to his body, he was actually intrigued having never seen anything like them. Their rough texture scraped on his sensitive aureole as he listened to her explain what they did. When she shouted he felt the tiny velcro style undersides stiffen and dig in making his eyes go wide as a sharp pain flashed from his nips to his cock which seemed to like it and stood even taller. It was a weird sensation, but not altogether bad.

As she started caressing his newly awakened cock Belinda said "I have a version that will fit this!" and his hips pushed up into her hand to show that something inside him really liked that idea. But it was not to be as she shrugged and seemed to lose interest in that idea. He rolled his head, his moan saying 'Oh, come on!?'.

But then his attention was ripped away as Belinda reactivated the dildo inside him, thickening it as it went to town on his prostate again but due to his loud moaning he also triggered the nipple clamps. His entire body was tensing, relaxing, writhing on her bed, gutteral moans from behind the ball gag echoed in the room. If her neighbours could have heard it might have sounded like something the Inquisition got used to in their torture dungeons centuries ago ... only more muted of course. As she stroked his cheek and finally unclipped the ball gag letting him drag in a proper breath she smiled.

"Does mommy need to punish her bad boy more...? Or has he had enough? Does he want his cookies and milk now?"

"More, please ..." His voice sounded raspy, his throat dry, his eyes filled with lust as he stared into hers, pulling at the shackles on his wrists. "Please mommy, can I have more?" He panted out before it was more, to much more. Between the dildo flexing in his ass, the nipples clamps working their magic on his hard sensitive nips his body finally gave up. With a deep primordial groan his entire body arched off the bed, his cock standing straight up as large forceful shots of cum started to erupt from the tip like Mount Vesuvius. They fell back to earth on his lower belly, his balls, his thighs and between his outstretched legs, then as his cock flexed and pulsed a few landed on his chiselled chest and abs.

 

[Gabe619]

Devon and Teddy:
McCauley wandered into the HQ at the Hanson building mid-morning to find Mephisto tapping away as always and Teddy Yarrow, sitting with his feet up watching the news on the tv. The young man quickly put his feet down as if being caught by his dad.

"Hey, Devon, how was your night?" Teddy asked smiling.

McCauley flashed back to his and Jennifer's sex in the SUV, catching Mephisto smiling at him from the corner of his eye,

"It was fine, kid, just fine. Well, as you seem at a loose end I think it's time I began teaching you how to become a good police officer. Get off your ass and follow me. Lets start your tuition on the streets."

"You need me to find some ongoing crimes on the police band for you to go look at?" Mephisto asked.

"No need, we'll do it the old way, pounding the streets, talking to people. If you walk far enough and talk to enough people you can solve any crime." Devon answered as Teddy grabbed his jacket.

"And get blisters and be punched in the face." The hacker laughed.

"If they throw a punch then you know you're doing something right."

McCauley led Yarrow out the apartment closing the door with a firm slam making Mephisto grin.

*****

"Where we heading?" Teddy asked, one arm resting on the open window of Devon's car, a restored 1969 Pontiac Firebird, black with gold trim and a phoenix outlined in gold on the hood.

"I'm beginning your lesson with a question. How do you cultivate a CI?"

"A Confidential Informer? According to the training officers at the Academy it takes time and patience, you need to build a relationship with someone who has their ear to the ground, get them to trust you." Teddy answered pretty sure he was right.

Devon nodded and shrugged. "Text book answer, but here in the real world you don't have time for that always. I'm going to take you to see the very first CI I ever made." The growl of the Firebirds engine increased as McCauley put his foot down.

Twenty minutes later they were driving through what could only be described as a rough neighbourhood. Lines of closed and boarded shops hugged the pavement, dilapidated apartment blocks cast long shadows over the road and the men who seemed to congregate on most of the street corners watching them as they drove by.

"Why do I feel we aren't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy?"

"You can say that again, Toto." Devon smirked as he turned a corner and entered a corner lot sectioned off from the streets by rusting corrugated iron sheeting.

The yard was full of old car bodies, most rusting into dust where they sat. A long, low building took up the majority of the lot with wide open roller doors facing into the yard. From the inside came the sound of men shouting, metal cutters, grinders and hoists lifting engines from cars. Devon parked up and got out, Teddy following close behind as he saw two tall, big black guys walking toward them. Both wore dirty oil stained jeans and tshirts, one carried a wrench, both wore bandanas on their heads.

"Recognise the gang colors, Rookie?" Devon asked.

"Eastside Chiefs." Teddy replied instantly.

"Very good." Devon was actually impressed and gave the kid a glance. Maybe Cole had been right about the kid.

"What you doing here, man?" The one with the wrench asked with a gruff tone of voice. His friend moved a little to his left watching McCauley and Yarrow.

Devon shrugged, "Is Isaac here?"

The wrench guy looked back over his shoulder, then back at Devon. "Why you need him?"

"Ok, so he is, good." Devon made to walk past him but the man held out the wrench blocking his way.

"You a cop?"

"Do I look like a cop to you?" McCauley asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, you ain't getting in till I see something?" Wrench said starting to bristle a little. He was taller than Devon and tried to bulk himself up more to be threatening, it didn't work.

"How about the inside of an ambulance?" McCauley asked evenly as Teddy slowly moved his hand to his pistol tucked in the back of his jeans.

"Mac Cee?! Is that you?"

Everyone turned to see an older man, around Devon's age, limping toward them cleaning his hands on a rag and grinning, his tight, curly black hair turning white, his black skin glistening with sweat from the heat of the shop he had just walked out of. He gestured to the two younger guys to leave.

"I had it under control, Boss." Wrench stated in an annoyed voice.

"Lionel, I just saved you from getting your big ass handed to you, now get inside and do some work will ya?" The old man grumbled as he walked up to McCauley and held out his hand. "Kids these days, huh?"

Devon grinned back as he clasped the old mans hand tight and the two men moved into a hug before laughing and letting each other go.

"Teddy Yarrow, meet Isaac 'Flash' Devrone, the fastest car thief this side of the Rockies." Devon said.

Teddy shook the black mans hand and smiled. "Flash?"

"I know I said the fastest car thief this side of the Rockies, right? You going deaf, son?" McCauley chuckled.

"Ahhh, right, sorry." Yarrow grinned. "Like that movie 'Gone in 60's seconds', right?"

Isaac snorted in disgust. "60 seconds? Hell, boy, if I weren't out of there in 30 it was a slow day." He turned to Devon. "I heard you were out of the cop business, so what can I do for you? Need the Pontiac looked at?"

"Now why would I need that, you taught me all you know about fixing cars right?" Devon laughed.

"Not everything, never teach someone everything you know, Mac Cee." Isaac stated, looking at Teddy.

"My friend here is fresh out of the Academy, I thought I'd introduce him to some of the criminal element. Let him see the how the other half live as it were."

"So how did you and Devon meet?" Teddy asked as the black man looked him over.

McCauley and Isaac laughed, and Devon moved to sit down on a pile of old tyres. "You tell him Flash."

"I was 19, had already got a rep as a good car thief, was making some dough working for these international guys who shipped stolen cars abroad, high end types, you know? So anyway, there was I, I knew it all, I was untouchable till I was trying to boost this Ferrari F40 one night and who comes along but Officer McCauley here. So we get into this car chase and I'm thinking I'm in a Ferrari, ain't anyone gonna touch me, right? Till I lose control going round this corner, flip the damn thing end over end must of been a dozen times. Next I know I'm in hospital, leg's all smashed up and the Doc tells me I would of died if Mac Cee here hadn't stayed with me, tied one of those, what do you call them ... to stop the blood flowing? ... well anyway. I would have lost the leg for sure, probably my life. Kinda puts things into perspective you know?"

"So did Devon get you a lighter sentence?" Teddy asked grinning at his mentor.

"Hell no!! He told the judge to throw the book at me and he did too. What Devon did do was make sure I got sent to a prison with a good car body work shop and program to train con's like me. When I came out I started up my own business, even taught this knuckle dragger how to change the oil in a car, haven't looked back since."

"What he is leaving out is that this business he started turned out to be a chop shop, and I could of sent him down again when I found out, but instead we made a deal. He tells me things he hears on the street and I make sure no boys, or girls, in blue come knocking. The start of a beautiful friendship." Both men laughed again as Isaac slapped Devon on the shoulder. "So you see, Teddy, CI's don't always appear after a long time of you being patient with them, or you forming bonds of trust. Sometimes fate lends a hand and a young kid heading for the morgue gets a second chance at life and owes a guy a favor."

Isaac nodded, then waved for them to follow him. "Got some more stories to tell you about your mentor here, kid, but come on inside, I got a bottle of Macallan I've been saving for a rainy day."

 

[PennySaver]

Marcus shackled down in Belinda's bed:

"More, please ..." Marcus responded to Belinda's question of whether or not they were done with this form of fun. "Please mommy, can I have more?"

She continued with the mix of pain and pleasure; the dildo repeatedly surged large, causing Marcus to moan or yelp, which in turn caused the nipple grippers to pinch, which only led to another moan or yelp. Belinda couldn't help but smile, even giggling a couple of times. And amongst all of this, she used her claws upon him, from his chest to his thighs to his cock to his ball sack. He would finish the night with scratches that were close to having resulted in drawn blood.

Finally, Marcus's cock jerked hard and a long string of cum shot into the air in an arch that end with the wad splashing down upon his muscular chest. Again and again his cock sent its contents upwards, splashing seed from his clavicles to his thighs, left to right and center. Belinda marveled at just how much cum he discharged by the time his cock ceased surging.

As she watched Marcus ride out the euphoria, his chest rising and falling, his heart beating so hard she could see its effect in the vessels of his neck, Belinda dismounted from the bed. She began the long, complicated process of shedding her Dom costume, beginning with the garter belt clips, then the buckles down her front side, and finally the zipper down the front behind the buckles. The front opened up far enough to hint at her nipples.

Turning her bureau chair Marcus's direction, she sat to shed the thigh-high boots, then stood again to shed the bustier, revealing her perfect, round tits and smooth belly. Ultimately, she was once again standing there before him in nothing more than a tiny thong. She gave Marcus a moment to admire her, then went to each of his limbs one after another and unshackled each.

"Why don't you join me for a shower, my good boy," Belinda said once he was loose. She knew it would take him a moment to get blood back to his limbs. She turned and let him study her wonderful ass as she padded away.

 

[PennySaver]

Camille Carlton

After wiping Eric Davis's cock clean with a wet wipe, Camille rose from between his knees and headed back out for her desk in the foyer of the State Senator's office. Once she was out of his sight, she pulled a mini bottle of mouthwash from her desk drawer, rinsed her mouth with a shot of the spearmint liquid, then spit the mess into the nearby pot of a large fichus tree.

Then, snatching up her cell phone and heading for the adjacent room that included the copy machine, Davis's private computer server, shelves of office supplies, and metal file cabinets, Camille pressed the newest speed dial number added to her phone, waited a moment, then grimaced at the sound of Marcus Cole's greeting.

"I need to see you right away, Marcus," she said when the beep sounded, adding quickly, "You and Mephisto both. The Senator is having that meeting we talked about tomorrow afternoon! If we don't get the bugs or worms or Trojan horses or whatever Mephisto said they were installed tonight, we won't get a chance."

She contemplated what more she wanted to say, smiled, then said with a suggestive tone, "I miss your cock, by the way. Maybe tonight...?"

Camille ended the call and pocketed her phone, having no idea that at that very moment in time her lover was shackled to another woman's bed with a vibrating dildo shoved up his ass.

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus and Mephisto:

Cole walked into the HQ with a smile on his face and an aching, if pleasurably sore, ass. He wandered to the kitchen and made a coffee before walking back out to the main living area and looking around.

"Where is everyone?" He asked the hacker.

"McCauley and Teddy took off about an hour ago, I haven't seen Kitty or Jennifer yet today. Should I check their social diary oh great one?"

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Mephisto." Marcus grumped, then both men looked at each other. "Ok, fine, it does."

"By the way, your phone is off." The younger man informed Cole before turning back to his computers.

Shit, he had forgotten he had turned it off at Belinda's to get some sleep and he had never turned it back on because, well, he had been tied up, literally. He smirked to himself as he played with his phone and seeing the missed message from Camille. Quickly listening to it his expression got more serious.

"How quickly can you get the gadgets together to bug Senator Davis's office?" Marcus asked.

"They've been ready since I showed Camille how to use them, why?

"You need to go in tonight, the Senator's meeting has moved up. Camille left a message warning us. She can't place them if he is wandering around, so you'll have to do it." Cole informed the hacker.

"Um, no. You see James Bond written anywhere on these clothes? You and your super cops do the in person dangerous stuff, I do the at a distance dangerous stuff." Mephisto didn't even turn around.

"If we don't do it tonight then we might never get another chance at this. Davis knows my face so I can't do it, in fact none of the rest of us can, we might be recognised by someone in the building. But no one knows you. If you don't do it I'll have to ask Camille to risk it ..." Marcus left that sentence unfinished, letting the young hackers imagination fill in what might happen to the black goddess if something went wrong. Mephisto hung his head and sighed.

"You don't play fair, Cole."

"I do what it takes to win, you must surely understand that."

"Ok, fine, I'll go in, but don't you think the Senator might be curious why a hooded guy is placing spyware on his laptop and cam's in his office?"

"You'll go in disguised. Just have to think of one that won't raise anyone's attention if you're seen after hours at the Senate Building." Cole mused thinking.

"As long as its not a janitor. Physical hard work disagrees with me."

 

[PennySaver]

Jennifer, Kitty, Laura, Belinda, Kylie, and Emelia:

Sometime about midday maybe:
After leaving Elmhurst, Jennifer Kennedy and Zhang "Kitty" Yuqi did indeed head for the new donut shop that the latter had discovered while out on the town with her two new friends in uniform. They ate carbs, drank caffeine, and chatted about what they'd seen that morning at Emelia's home. Jennifer and Kitty each had killed people recently, something that was fresh in their own memories. But neither of them had seen someone killed in cold blood, let alone done such a dramatic thing themselves.

They spent more than two hours talking about not only what had happened but about what came next. After that, they returned together to the Office, finding the place devoid of human life other than the bossman himself: Devon and Teddy were in the Jackson Projects connecting with one of the former's CIs; Mephisto was off connecting with State Senator Eric Davis's Personal Assistant.

Laura Shovelli hadn't slept in over 30 hours. She'd gotten to work around 6am the day before to work on a whole stack of indictments and warrants -- search and arrest both -- associated to the Draper Family Rape-Murders, the escape of Chief Slattery, the Pier 4 drug seizure, and more. She and her staff had ordered Chinese from a place down the street from the Justice Center and worked until midnight, only to hear of the shootout in the JP as they were heading for their cars, cabs, or the bus.

She finally gave up and laid down on the couch in her office when she found herself falling asleep at her desk with her mouth still half full of Mexican. She'd barely drifted off when a hard knock at her door jolted her back to consciousness.

Belinda Carmichael had hurried back to work after her foray into BDSM with Marcus Cole. Well, not immediately back to work. First, she and the Detective had fucked the hell out of each other in her shower ... then fucked over the bathroom counter ... then -- after they thought they were done and went out to her kitchen for badly needed caffeine -- fucked over the kitchen island one final time.

By the time Marcus left, Belinda could hardly stand. It had been one of the greatest mornings of her life, something she doubted she could ever repeat and live through it. Her cameraman had met her in front of the Justice Center with one of Channel 4's vans, and seeing her walk just a mere thirty feet or so laughed had accused, "Jesus Christ! How many guys did you do last night, girl?"

It was Belinda who'd beat on Laura's door, wanting to talk to her about the cases in which they were involved from their own angles. When Laura opened the door, Belinda looked her up and down and smiled. Despite her time with Marcus this morning, Belinda couldn't help but yearn another go round with the sexy Prosecutor.

Kylie Parker had spent the day hyping up the Colombian angle of the whole JP affair, as directed by Emelia D'Angelo. The Scene Commander had taken her off the case, reminding her that she was with Narcotics and this was a job for Robbery-Homicide. Still, that didn't keep her from wandering about the scene dropping false hints, as well as chatting up the involved Uniforms and Detectives.

Kylie had another task to work on, though: Emelia had told her that under no circumstances was the rape of Naomi atop Building 9 to be associated to what had happened at Building 12. Kylie had stayed with the girl when Philip's men took the girl away. Half an hour after that, they were in a safe house across town; Craig Hamilton, the former surgeon in Emelia's employ who'd fixed up Slattery after he'd been shot in the tunnels, had arrived a couple of hours later to see to Naomi's wellbeing.

Emelia had spent a couple of hours making and taking calls, learning more about the conspiracy to overthrow the D'Angelos and carve up their territory. Philip Russo helped, of course, checking in with his own contacts. When they had enough information, they went to speak to the only man they knew for certain they could trust: Detective Marcus Cole.

Philip was concerned about Emelia's safety, of course. To ensure she got out of Elmhurst and to the Hanson Building safely, he sent her bullet and explosive resistant Towncar with escorts off in one direction; he had a helicopter land at Elmhurst, load up one of the female employees dressed as Emelia, and take off again; and finally, loaded Emelia up in a van that had made a delivery to the estate.

An hour later, after running about town looking for tails, they pulled into the parking garage beneath the Office. Emelia had verified that Marcus would be at the Untouchables' bat cave but was happy to see Jennifer and Kitty there as well. She greeted them all, asked if everyone was okay, then asked about the whole Camille/Mephisto situation.

"They're coming to kill me," Emelia said cutting off Marcus as he was talking about what was happening with Senator Davis tonight. "They're coming. I'd expected it, but ... no like this."

She explained more about how she'd discontinued the Family's drug importation/distribution involvement and how she'd paid off those men -- and one woman -- who'd preferred to leave the Family business altogether. "I'm not an idiot: I had expected some of them to take the money and then use it to finance a takeover of the narcotics business in D'Angelo territory. But I learned this morning during the interrogation of Chief Slattery--"

Emelia glanced at Jennifer and Kitty with a knowing expression. She wondered whether or not they had told their boss about the cold-blooded execution of the former Narcotics Chief. They hadn't, and looking at them now told Emelia that they hadn't.
"I learned that some of these men have joined forces with the D'Amato Family," Emelia continued. "In a sort of power sharing arrangement, they are going far beyond simply taking over D'Angelo drug territory: they are coming for me, my father, my loyal Capos, Lieutenants, and Soldiers. They intend to wiped my Family out and rebuild as an entirely new entity."

With a firm, confident tone, expression, and body language, Emelia continued, "But that's not going to happen ... because I'm going to kill each and everyone of those fuckers..." She hesitated, looking into Marcus's eyes, finishing, "That is ... unless you and your people have something else in mind."

 

[PennySaver]

Camille Carlton
After 5pm:

Shortly after she'd made her call to Marcus, Camille watched in silence as her boss -- with his phone to his ear -- hurried out of the office. That was perfectly fine with her; this job would have been perfect for Camille if she was never to see Davis at all.

She finished up the work she had before her, went into his office, and spent several minutes just looking about herself. She'd been in here a million times, of course. Knowing that Mephisto was on his way here to bug led to her looking about for the best places to hid cameras and microphones. But this wasn't her area of expertise, of course, so she ended up returning to the foyer to wait.

A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with a text message. It read only, Hallway.

Camille rose and headed for the door to the hallway. She wondered how Mephisto had gotten into the building. She was sure that he'd fashioned some professional story, hacking into the building's security to fake an ID as a lawyer or real estate agent or State Senate intern or whatever.

She looked about herself, up each of the three hallways one after another, but she didn't see him. She saw familiar men and women in professional dress, some of them accompanied by clients or other associates. But no Mephisto. The only other person in the hallway was a janitor heading her way, pushing a cart. The man's face was hidden below the visor of a ballcap sporting the Maintenance Company's logo.

Camille looked up and down the hallways again, then back to the janitor ... only realizing when he lifted his head that it was Mephisto. Camille couldn't help it: she laughed aloud. She didn't know the man well, but she knew from his expression that this had to be killing him.

"Nice to see you again," she said in barely more than a whisper as he neared. "Office is empty."

 

[Gabe619]

Emelia, Marcus, Kitty and Jennifer

The cold hard statement of fact from Emelia jarred Cole a little. He too knew that eventually someone, somewhere would come gunning for her and Enzo. He glanced at Phillip and the two men shared a knowing look. Phillip knew Emelia far better than Marcus, but in the short time he had known her he had come to respect her resilience under the most trying of circumstance. Even so, knowing that a big target was on your back, and not only yours but all those loyal to you must be stretching the Donna's nerves to breaking point. He waited till she had finished what she had to say, then took a moment to gather his own thoughts.

"Officially, of course, we," He gestured at himself, Jennifer and Kitty, "cannot get involved in this other than in our capacity as law enforcement officers. We could offer you protective custody of course, but the ADA won't go for that unless you spill the beans on everyone else, probably including members of the D'Angelo family. It would mean your father would be under our protection as well as you of course and if we, The Untouchables, run your protection then I can pick the uniforms I trust to guard you."

He could see the confusion on Jen and Kitty's faces, and he saw mild surprise in Emelia's that he had even suggested it. Marcus allowed a small smile before continuing.

"I had to put it out there as a police officer, the offer had to be made. Now that's out the way however I agree with you ... kill every last one of the fuckers, and do it quickly." He now leaned forward, hands clasped on his knees. "I see this going one of two ways, Phillips can correct me on any details I get wrong about your side of things. They will either band together, consolidating their forces and whatever help the D'Amato's give them, then hit Elmhurst hard. Right now there is an outside chance they do not know you know what their plan is. That being the case they might give themselves a day or two to get ready, time we can use to prepare. Then they will hit your estate from all sides, maybe a diversionary attack first, maybe not depending on how smart the planner is. It will then become a siege with you and your people defending the main house. From what I saw of Elmhurst, other than being beautiful, the house itself seems very solid and I assume over the years the windows have been replaced with at least bullet resistant, if not bullet proof glass. Militarily an attacking force needs around three times the number of defenders, but that number goes up if they attack a prepared and well manned defence. It would be a hard fight, don't think otherwise."

He picked up his coffee and sipped it as his mind kept working.

"Their second option would be to try and assassinate you when your out. Car bomb, ambush, sniper on a building a mile away, poison in your food, even an rpg into your car, but however they try it the aim is the same. Cut the head off the snake and the body will die. No matter how loyal your people are, without you to lead them they will crumble and run, or try to go over to the other side. This option isn't as quick or sure as the assault on Elmhurst, but it is less noisy and attracts less police attention. Then they simply move in and take over your operations."

The theories on the enemies strategy now discuss, Marcus leaned back and crossed his legs, steepling his fingers before him as he tapped his lips with the fingertips.

"As to your response?" His eyes came up to meet Emelia's. "Locate the people in charge, the traitors from your family that you let go but that you now know are in bed with the D'Angelo's. It doesn't matter if you can't find them all, but a majority would be better. Then we take them out, we assassinate them all. We kill them at exactly the same time, on the same day. It sends a message to those who survive. Fuck with Emelia D'Angelo and end up dead." He looked at Jennifer and Kitty. "This would be outside what you both signed up for, we would be committing cold blooded murder. I know we did that with the attack on the projects, but this will be different. You might need to look the person in the eye as you kill them and I won't ask that of either of you. This is volunteer only, but for myself I'm in. These people are criminals, they had a chance to correct their lives, they were given the option of walking away, they chose instead to double down and try to take out the one, best hope this city has to destroy organised crime, Emelia here."

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia, Marcus, Kitty and Jennifer

"Officially, of course, we cannot get involved in this," Marcus replied to Emelia's desire to go on a murderous rampage, "other than in our capacity as law enforcement officers."

Emelia wasn't surprised by his response. He was, after all, a law enforcement officer. When he spoke of putting her and her father in protective custody, Emelia very quickly said, "Thank you, but no. I can protect my father better at Elmhurst."

Marcus spoke about the traitors needing a force three times larger than that defending Elmhurst. Philip explained, "I have 60 men whose loyalty is unquestionable. We have snipers on the roof and in positions at the perimeter or even beyond it. No one's getting to Elmhurst without us knowing their coming."

Marcus spoke about the possibility that the traitors might try to assassinate Emelia while she was out and about. Philip quickly said, "Donna D'Angelo won't be out and about until this is resolved."

Emelia opened her mouth to speak, possibly to contradict her bodyguard. But Philip gave her a stern look as he said, "This is how it will be ... period."

Marcus spoke of what was to be done about the traitors, looking to his two female Untouchables for their reaction. Jennifer didn't respond; she was nervous about all this talk about killing and assassinating people, even if they were members of Organized Crime. She was a cop, not a vigilante. But she would do whatever Marcus told her to do.

Kitty's reaction, however, was to ask, "Are we taking any prisoners, or can we shoot first and ask questions later. I mean, I'm okay with the latter, but ... whatever gets the job done."

Marcus pointed out, "This would be outside what you both signed up for, we would be committing cold blooded murder."

Jennifer couldn't help but look at Emelia after that comment. Even though they hadn't specifically told this to Emelia, the two of them had decided they wouldn't tell Marcus what had happened to the corrupt Narcotics Chief; they were leaving that up to Emelia, should she decide he needed to know it.

"I'm fine with it," Kitty said, unnecessarily as everyone in the room had probably already figured that out about her. Then she reminded them, "I'm not a cop. It isn't outside anything that I signed up for."

When Marcus spoke about how this kind of violence might be more in the face than sniping at gangbangers from a roof half a mile away, Kitty responded by looking between Marcus and Emelia, "We won't let you down ... either of you." Then, looking to Jennifer, she asked expectantly, "Will we, Gunner."

Jennifer had to smile at that; until now, no one had called her that nickname other than the man who'd given it to her. She looked to the Donna and said, "We won't let you down, Emelia." Then to her boss, she added, "You either, Marcus."

"This is volunteer only," he stressed.

"We volunteer," Kitty said without hesitation.

Jennifer didn't immediately respond, but when she did, she spoke firmly: "Absolutely. Let's get these fuckers."

When Marcus commented on how Emelia was the one best hope for eliminating Organized Crime in Capital City, she smiled to him. "Thank you, Detective. I ... I knew that this was going to be difficult when I started it ... when I came to you in that little greasy spoon almost two months ago."

(OOC: The Timeline isn't completed, but we can say it's been about 50 days or more, can't we?)

"I appreciate all you are doing for me," Emelia said, looking between the three Untouchables, before quickly adding, "What you are doing for the City. You are all true heroes."

"I still haven't gotten my cape yet," Kitty growled, reminding them of the one demand she'd made that hadn't been fulfilled.

Jennifer laughed, questioning, "Why would we spend money on a superhero cape for you when it seems that every time we turn around, you're taking your clothes off?"

"Hey!" Kitty reacted with feigned anger. "It was just that one time."

"Really...?" Jennifer asked as if Kitty was forgetting something. She stood, telling them, "I need to spend some time in the armory. It sounds like we're going to need a lot of what's in there."

"I'll help," Kitty said, rising to follow the already departing Jennifer. She stopped to look back to the Donna. "We're going to keep you and your father safe and sound, Emelia, if for no other reason than to have another one of those excellent slumber parties again."

As she turned toward the armory again, Kitty laughed, remembering, "Oh, yeah! Skinny dipping at Elmhurst! I almost forgot about that time."

"And the steam room," Jennifer reminded her from deep inside the armory, "And when Emelia sent the masseur up."

"You're supposed to get naked for that!" Kitty argued.

"Not like you did!" Jennifer laughed, finishing, "Jesus! You scared the hell out of that poor guy."

Emelia was shaking her head as she looked to Marcus. She explained, "It was quite an interesting night with that one..." She looked to Philip, asking, "Wasn't it?"

"She's an interesting woman, that one," he agreed. He turned his attention back to Marcus and the situation at hand. "I agree with you that the attack will likely come at Elmhurst ... maybe a week from now ... maybe more ... I don't think sooner, but ... we will remain vigilant."

He looked to Emelia for her input, but she gestured him to continue. Philip said, "And I agree with that that there will likely be a distraction, too ... a diversion ... possibly near Elmhurst, possibly away from the grounds in an attempt to draw some of the property's security away from the house ... which will not happen, I can assure you."

"Marcus, I have confidence in my people when it comes to my protection," Emelia told him as she stood; she was in need to getting back to Elmhurst to move her father to a more secure location within the house. She finished, "I want you and your team to remain untouchable!"

She took his hands in hers as he stood and told him, "Do not get yourselves killed on my behalf."

From deep in the armory, Kitty called out playfully, "I agree with that, Boss."

Emelia laughed, then -- releasing Marcus's hands -- headed for the door as she said, "I will be in constant touch with you ... I will or Philip will."

"No one other than Donna D'Angelo or I will contact you regarding this situation," Philip said. "If anyone else tries to tell you something that seems off or a change of plans, ignore them. We -- you and us -- we will figure out a code for ensuring that messages are legitimate." He held his hand out to Marcus, saying, "Good afternoon, Detective ... and good luck."

With that, they were out the door and heading for their van again.

 

[PennySaver]

12th Street Clinic
Downtown Capital City

Doctor Tabitha Reed was pouring through patient files when a knock drew her eyes to her opened office door. The woman standing there was maybe 40, beautiful, and dressed professionally; she was also not supposed to be this deep into the clinic without an escort. Reed asked, "Can I help you?"

The woman strode in confidently, offering out her hand as she explained, "Hi, I'm Rachel Harrison."

Reed stood and hesitantly took the woman's hand, asking, "Okay, and...?"

Harrison cocked her head inquisitively, then asked, "You haven't heard, have you?"

"Heard what?" the Doctor asked, the suspicion conspicuous in just those two words. The Clinic had recently run out of funding from its traditional sources, and new sources were becoming few and far between. Reed had been warned of the very real possibility that they'd have to close their doors within two weeks, something that had caused them to cease taking new patients, as well as restricting certain services to current patients, something they'd never done before in the clinic's 80-year history.

Harrison sat in one of the chairs before the desk and opened her briefcase on the other. She handed the Doctor some stapled papers, and as Reed skimmed the topmost of them, Harrison told her bluntly, "Your clinic has been sold and will close its doors today at 5pm."

Reed's eyes widened and her mouth fell slowly open as she continued to read the details that confirmed what Harrison was telling her. She flipped a page, then another and another. She dropped back into her chair, still reading while responding, "I can't believe this. I mean ... I don't understand this! Who bought the clinic? And why would they buy it just to close it down?"

She set the pages down on her desk and looked to the woman sitting across from her. Reed had feared one direction for the property and building and now asked, "They're tearing it down, aren't they...? Gonna knock it down and replace it with a new condo building that--"

"Hold on, Doc," Harrison said, smiling and laughing. "No one's tearing anything down."

"No?" Reed responded with a doubtful tone.

"No," Harrison confirmed as she stood, reached for the papers, and turned to the fifth page. "If we tore down this building today, we wouldn't have a new building up for over a year." She tapped a long fingertip to the words in the middle of the page, saying, "And how would you operate a drug treatment facility here if it was nothing more than a big hole in the ground?"

Reed read the words on the page ... then read them again. "I'm confused. I'm ... I, um ... what the fuck is going on?"

"It's all right there, Doctor Reed," Harrison said, smiling at being able to impart such good advice. "The Urgent Care Clinic is closing--" She checked her watch, continuing, "--in two hours and twenty-three minutes. That really isn't that big a deal, though, because there's a new and more advanced Urgent Care just 12 blocks from here. In fact, it's part of the reason that your clinic isn't fairing well these days, isn't it? They'd been siphoning off your funding for the last year, to the point that you're almost ready to start reusing syringes or -- like my son does with his underwear when he doesn't have any clean ones -- turning your latex gloves inside out to get one more use out of them."

Harrison laughed, then continued, "Today's Tuesday. Next Monday, six days from now, you will reopen your doors as the Sarah Leigh Long Drug Treatment Facility."

"Who?" Reed asked, not taking the time to consider the name. Then, it struck her. "Oh, wait, that girl."

Reed suddenly recalled the story of Sarah Leigh Long, who had suffered years of on-again, off-again drug abuse that could likely have been ended if she'd been able to get a bed in a treatment facility. It had begun as a local story, only to become a national one when she threw herself off the observation deck of Capital City's tallest building.

"I ... I still don't understand," Reed said. "We were closing our doors due to a lack of funding. Who bought the clinic? Where's their funding coming from?"

"Not important," Harrison said, once again flipping a page before the doctor. "What is important is that the funding is there. See...? There's the breakdown."

As Reed perused the financial statement, her eyes widened and again her mouth fell open. She'd never imagined that so much money would or could be invested in a drug treatment facility. Well, sure, the ritzy ones for the rich and famous, but the average person using this clinic for urgent care was unemployed and on Medicare, and those who were employed typically worked two or three jobs and lived paycheck to paycheck.

"If you check the next page..." Harrison began, letting Reed read.

"You're doubling the paid positions," the doctor said in shock. "You're giving them raises and benefits. And retirement. And vacation!" She read more, then exclaimed, "You're opening eight clinics in all. Eight!"

"Yes, we are," Harrison confirmed. The two chatted about the plan for over an hour before Harrison announced, "Gotta go. It's been nice talking to you."

With that the D'Angelo Family representative stood, shook hands again, and said, "It's going to be a pleasure meeting with you. I'm sure we will meet again."

After leaving, Harrison called Emelia D'Angelo to report, "Sarah Leigh Long is set. On to the next one.

 

[Gabe619]

Camille and Mephisto:

The young hacker growled softly when Camille laughed, but she looked so happy to see him he brushed it off and looking around to make sure no one was paying to much attention. He picked up a cleaning tray of sprays, clothes, etc and entered the foyer of the Senators office where the woman did the majority of her work. Hearing the door close behind him he glanced at Camille.

"You're alone, right? He doesn't have any other secretaries, any cute just legal interns he uses for those special moments?" He paused and looked the stunning woman before him up and down. "But then with you around that would just be wasting air, they could never look as hot as you."

Getting back to business he let Camille lead him into the Senator's actual office and he stopped to look around slowly. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves. His fingerprints were on no list anywhere, he'd made sure of that a long time ago, but no point making the enemies job easier. The wall safe would be the last thing he would look at and maybe not even touch today. If all went well, and assuming nothing to intricate on the safes security, they might be able to simply open it at a later date. He and Cole had discussed the fact that whatever they found wouldn't be admissible in court as they didn't have a court order to bug a sitting Senator's office, but Marcus figured ADA Shovelli could get one of her pet judges to back date something, or even have the Governor deal with it. What was important was iron clad proof of Davis's wrong doing, the more the better.

On the desk sat the lap top and as expected the Senator, not being a total fool, had logged out and it was asking for the password to let someone use it. Luckily that didn't matter to Mephisto. He slipped into the big chair and stopped a second to enjoy how comfortable it was, deciding he needed to ask Cole to get him a new chair for the Bat Cave. Then he lent forward and plugged in a small USB drive from his pocket. Nothing happened for a moment then the screen dissolved into static before a small message appeared saying 'downloading files' followed by a bar slowly filling in. In ten seconds they would have all the files on the laptop and a worm would have been installed allowing Mephisto to hack into the laptop at any time seeing what it was being used for without the Senator knowing anything was amiss.

As the USB drive did its thing the hacker stood again and again scrutinised the office. Slowly he walked around the outside, checking angles, distances, etc. Firstly he put a small spy cam on the top of the flagpole that held the Stars and Stripes. He angled it down so it would be looking over the shoulder of anyone who sat in the chair. It would see everything happening on the desk. Next he placed a camera in each of the corners either side of the office door angled to take in the majority of the center of the room. They would catch, from both angles, who sat at the desk, who sat in front of it and anyone moving around the office itself.

"Where's his phone?" Mephisto asked, but being told by Camille that Davis had left with it he clucked his tongue in annoyance. They'd have to deal with that later. As most people these days used their phones as much as computers Mephisto needed to clone it somehow.

He was just fitting an audio bug to the underside of the desk to pick up everything said in its vicinity when they heard the door of the outer office open and close and a man's voice shouted for Camille. Mephisto froze, looking at the woman, his eyes widening. No one to be easily flummoxed this was what he had feared. He could deal with computer combat between hackers, he could bring down the entire eastern seaboards eletric grid, but he did not do face to face confrontation.

 

[PennySaver]

Camille and Mephisto at Senator Davis's office:

"You're alone, right?" Mephisto asked as Camille escorted him into State Senator Eric Davis's office.

"All alone," she confirmed. He asked about cute interns for those special moments, which Camille understood to mean for the very sexual acts she provided Davis. Softly, she only responded, "No."

Mephisto surprised her with a compliment: "But then with you around, that would just be wasting air, they could never look as hot as you."

Despite the anxiety she was feeling about the dangers inherent with what they were doing, Camille couldn't help but smile in delight at the man's words. She blushed, an emotional response that she could feel but Mephisto couldn't see, thankfully.

He surveyed the office, then got to work. Camille had closed the door behind them, then stood near it listening for any activity in the foyer beyond. The actual cleaning crew was due for another two hours, and with Davis gone for the night, there was no chance of a surprise drop in wanting to speak to him after hours.

"Where's his phone?" Mephisto asked.

"He takes it with him," she responded. She donned a sheepish expression, saying, "Sorry, I, uh ... I didn't think about that."

The hacker was on the floor behind Davis's desk, planting a listening device, when suddenly the office door flew open. Camille spun in place, her eyes and mouth opening wide in shock and fear at the sight of her boss. "Senator! What are you doing back?"

Davis stopped short to trade looks with his Personal Assistant; he was almost as surprised by her shock as she was of his unexpected appearance. He looked around the office for some guy she might be fucking behind his back, but seeing no one responded, "Keys."

He curled around her, heading for the working side of his desk as he clarified, "I left the keys to storage unit."

"Wait!" Camille found herself calling out in panic that he would see Mephisto crouched down on the floor just feet away. When Davis again shot her an expression of confusion, she said, "Didn't you leave them at my desk, sir?"

He paused yet continued onward around the desk, opening the middle drawer, and holding aloft the ring of keys ... without showing any sign whatsoever of noticing a stranger on the floor of his office. Camille's heart was pounding a million beats per minute, and her breathing had heightened ... both of which had the unintended effect of causing her boss's attention to divert to her swelling bosom.

"Come here, Camille," Davis said with a tone she knew all too well.

She hesitated, looked over her shoulder at the open door, then looked back to suggest, "What if we did that -- you know what I mean -- at my desk? I've always thought that--"

"Come over her now, Camille!" he demanded.

She again hesitated, fearful that the longer Davis remained at his desk, the greater the chances were that Mephisto would be discovered. When he made his demand again, she reluctantly moved to join him on his side of the desk. Davis wasted no time in turning his very personal, Personal Assistant away from him and urging her forward over his desk. He pulled her dress up beyond her hips and her panties down past her knees; they would continue to fall over the following minutes until they were almost to her ankles.

Without a great deal of kindness, kicked the insides of her ankles to urge her to part her feet. The drawer to her right opened, then closed. Camille knew what that meant, too. She begged, "Please, sir, can we maybe not?"

Davis didn't react, instead loosening his pants, letting them and his boxers fall, and then squeezing a blob of lubricant out into one of his palms. He greased up his cock and -- again without a great deal of kindness -- pushed forcefully to cause a couple inches of him to sink into Camille's ass.

She cried out in a combination of pain and shock. Davis hesitated a moment then pushed again; a third time saw the whole of his 5 inches disappear into her anus. He groaned deeply, murmuring, "God almight ... I love fucking your ass."

And fuck her ass he did. Davis began stroking long and slow initially, picking up speed ever so slowly as to fully enjoy every moment. He was moaning with obvious appreciation, repeating with an assortment of variations a take of You're the best piece of black ass in the City.

Camille couldn't imagine what Mephisto was thinking. He hadn't had time to slip away to hide elsewhere in the office, and though she hadn't seen him under the desk, she was sure he was right there. She couldn't imagine what he was thinking, but she knew what he was seeing: the way Davis was grasping her hips and pulling her back toward him, rather than fucking her up more fully on the desk, the hacker very likely had an excellent view of her pink folds and the clit between them that always swelled during sex, even when it was being reluctantly performed.

What Mephisto would see next, though, probably surprised him even more. Being as inconspicuous as she could be, Camille had palmed Davis's cell phone -- which he'd laid on the deck while he searched for the storage unit keys -- and now she slipped it under the edge of the desk and waggled it to the hacker.

It left her hands, though honestly, Camille was uncertain as to whether Mephisto had taken it or she had dropped it to the carpet. She turned her attention back to Davis, moaning and crying softly to his continuing plunges into her ass. Finally, he groaned loudly, rammed his cock in deeply, and went still for the longest time.

Then, he simply backed up, put his clothes together, and left the office, leaving his PA leaning over the edge of the office as if he'd never been there.

Camille was weak in the knees after essentially being raped. She pushed herself up from the desk, only to find herself unstable. She stepped back a bit and fell into Davis's desk chair. Only now did she make eye contact with Mephisto, studying his reaction to what had just happened to her.

She was horrified as they studied each other ... and yet ... somehow ... unexplainably ... she found herself horny for the man on his knees under her boss's desk. Camille considered the ramifications of what was going through her mind ... then she parted her knees, pulled her dress up to once again flash her pussy at the hacker, and whispered with great need, "Please ... please ... I need your mouth on me, Mephisto."

 

[Gabe619]

Camille and Mephisto:
With nowhere else to hide, Mephisto pushed himself to the back of the desk front, hoping the shadow cast by the overhead lighting would cloak him from a casual glance. He heard Camille try to dissuade the Senator from walking over to him, but she failed and Mephisto closed his eyes and tried to make himself even smaller. Somehow, probably because the lecherous public servant was watching Camille rather than paying attention to his surroundings, the man failed to see the hacker. But when he ordered Camille to come over and refused to be put off, the young man's fingers curled into fists, the way the man treated this Goddess among women made Mephisto's anger slowly rise to boiling point. He even considered slipping from under the desk and pummelling the Senator into the carpet, but as Camille's legs appeared before him, stopping him from moving. He watched as the Senator kicked her legs apart, pushed her panties down, then unzipped and let his own pants fall.

He was so close to Camille's pussy he could smell her amazing scent and was able to examine it closely, he licked his lips, and despite the fact he was front row watching what boiled down to a rape he found his cock hardening. He tried to resist it, feeling like crap that he was turned on when Camille was obviously in pain and being humiliated. As the fucking went on he leaned forward a little, he was almost close enough that he could of licked her pussy as Davis fucked her tight ass, but she might of reacted and revealed his presence. As it was the Senator used her for his needs, cumming inside her, before dismission her as if she were nothing and walked out. As she fell back into the office chair, and no doubt leaking Davis's cum to the seat which was small revenge for what the man had done to her, their eyes met. He couldn't hide the fury he felt at what had happened to her, his eyes smouldering, but then his expression changed as she hiked up her dress again, opening her legs, flashing her pussy at him.

"Please ... please ... I need your mouth on me, Mephisto."

He could hardly believe his ears, after what had just happened she was turned on? Or was it that it had happened in front of him ... or maybe both, but whatever it was, he was far to aroused to turn down this invitation. With a small smile he inched forward, feeling the warmth of her thighs on his face as he kissed the insides of her thighs, moving closer to that sweet smell of her pussy. His hands, smooth from never having to perform manual labour, ran up and down her legs. Her calves, inner and outer thighs as finally his lips found her pussy and he kissed it, then kissed her clit, then flicked his tongue over it feeling her body tighten a little as a small gasp came from her mouth.

He wasn't in a rush now, he really doubted the Senator would be back to his office tonight, so instead he took his time, worshipping her pussy as it should be worshipped. He tried to show her how a woman like her should be treated, not like a piece of meat as Davis used her. His tongue slowly moved inside her pussy, licking, tongue fucking it softly, listening to her moans to rate his performance, feeling her thighs quiver now and then as he slipped his hands under her to cup her ass, pulling her forward a little so he could really go to town on her pink soft, beautiful hole.

 

[PennySaver]

Introducing Jessie King and the Pushers Street Gang:

Darkness was enveloping the City, and Jessie King was just arriving for work at the northwest corner of Hamilton and 33rd. She worked for the Prospect Park Pushers, a Jackson Projects street gang. The Pushers were Affiliates of the D'Angelo Crime Family; they'd earned their name by supplying corner boys -- or, in Jessie's case, corner girls -- who sold the Crime Family's heroin and cocaine in their portion of the JP and in the neighboring D'Angelo Territory.

Now, though, Jessie wondered whether or not the Pushers were going to have to change their name. Emelia D'Angelo had put an end to narcotics traffic in D'Angelo territory. She hadn't specifically told the Pushers that they had to discontinue slinging dope in their part of the JP. But with the D'Angelo's narcotics resupply sitting in a CCPD evidence locker after the Pier 4 seizure, the cocaine, heroin, and fentanyl they peddled was running out.

Jessie had initially feared that she would have to return to prostitution to feed the family. When she was 13, her father -- a Pushers heroin distributor -- was paralyzed in a drive-by; he committed suicide three months later. A neighbor had introduced Jessie to sucking cocks, and for more than a year that was what kept the family of 4 -- Jessie, her mother, and her toddler twin brothers -- from ending up on the streets or in a public shelter.

She'd wanted something better than sucking the cocks of old white guys, though. She'd impressed one of the Pusher Block Bosses, Orlando, by beating the holy shit out of a John who'd attempted to rape her, and the next day she was slinging D'Angelo heroine at Hamilton and 33rd. It had been her corner ever since; today, her 18th birthday, marked 3 years of slinging dope.

Of course, that job had recently ended, too. The D'Angelo Lieutenant who delivered heroine to the Block Bosses had offered them a choice: keep the D'Angelo territory free of dope pushers and continue to make money ... or he would find someone who would. Some of the Block Bosses -- including Orlando -- had laughed at this new paradigm, telling the man to fuck back to his little Italian whore while they built a new narcotics operation without the D'Angelos.

This had turned out to be a mistake, of course. Four days later and within minutes of one another, six drive-by shootings took out 8 Pusher Block Bosses -- including Orlando -- who'd bought dope from other sources and returned to their D'Angelo corners to sling it.

And just like that, the Pushers slinked back to the JP with the tails between their legs. Jessie needed to make money, though, and she wasn't going to do it by once again swallowing cum. She called the number the D'Angelo Lieutenant had given her, and now here she was again at Hamilton and 33rd, keeping it clean.

It was nearing midnight, and the night thus far had been uneventful. The word was getting around that this part of the City was closed to drug trafficking, so the Users had moved on to other neighborhoods. The hardcore addicts who, for the most part, lived in the neighborhood, continued to come by, refusing to believe that Jessie wasn't holding.

Instead of drugs, she told them about the Sarah Leigh Long Drug Treatment Facility that was only a dozen blocks away on 12th Street. She urged them to go there, even offering to get them a ride. She told them, "They'll take you in without question, feed you, give you a warm bed. They have counselors who can help you get a job when you're clean."

Some of the junkies had lost children or had other legal problems, so on and such forth. She promised, "The clinic will help you with all of that. They have counselors there for that kind of shit. It's time to get clean and get your life back."

For those who looked like they needed a little more incentive, she would tell them, "You spend the night there, just one day, and they'll give you fifty bucks. If you don't like it there, you can take your fifty out and buy more dope. Whaddaya have to lose?"

Most of the junkies ignored her and moved on to other corners to get their shit. But tonight, Jessie would call her new Block Boss, Leon, to take her 7th and 8th addicts to the treatment center. She hadn't felt this good about herself in years ... maybe in ever.

About 1am, Leon, came around to check on Jessie. While he watched the corner, she went into The Black Bird tavern, which sat on her corner, to pee, get a cup of coffee, and just get off her feet for a few minutes. She was just heading out the door again when a dark, early model sedan with its lights out came screeching to a stop near Leon's SUV. From inside, two men on the vehicle's passenger side opened up on Leon and his driver with automatic machine pistols.

As Jessie watched in horror, the big man twitched about like he was standing on a hot powerline, before falling to the ground. She was standing just far enough inside the shadows of the tavern's doorway not to be seen by the hitters, who emerged from the car to walk to and stand over the men, putting more rounds in them as a message.

Jessie was scared for her life, of course, but even more than that she was pissed. What they were doing -- she and Leon and the others affiliated indirectly with Emelia D'Angelo's plan to rid Capital City of dope -- was a benevolent thing, and it disappointed her that these gangbangers couldn't see a different future for themselves and others.

She looked down to the sidewalk before her and caught sight of the Nine that Leon had pulled and yet had not been able to use. Jessie had never carried as a corner boy, but she knew very well how to use a semi-automatic pistol. She looked up to hitters -- she recognized their colors as being from the rival street gang, the 44s -- and watched them as they surveyed the neighborhood for witnesses. Seeing none, the two men turned back for their vehicle.

Without seriously thinking about the repercussions, Jessie surged out to snatch up the 9mm pistol and, without pausing, ran straight for the old sedan. She raised the pistol as soon as she cleared the back of Leon's SUV and began firing; she took down one hitter with two the back and the second -- after he turned at the gunshots -- with two to the chest. As they fell to the ground, Jessie turned her attention to a third man in the far side of the back seat, pumping three rounds in his face.

The car's engine roared, but the driver -- shocked by the ambush -- hadn't yet shifted it back into gear. Realizing his error, he jerked the shifter down into one or the other of it forward gears and slammed the gas pedal to the floor. As the car began to race away, Jessie emptied the last 8 rounds in his direction, putting the last of them through the rear window as the car shot down the block.

She wasn't sure whether or not she'd hit the driver until the car slowly crossed the road and, two full blocks away, slammed into a power pole. The transformer's fuse blew in what looked almost like a Fourth of July fireworks display, and the entire neighborhood fell into instant deep darkness.

Even now, Jessie was still aiming the emptied weapon down the street toward the now long departed car. Her heart was pounding hard and fast; she'd never shot a gun at someone before, let alone killed someone. But she'd been pissed. She lowered the gun finally and looked around herself. She'd seen dead people before -- some of them gunshot victims -- but she'd never seen anything like this, let alone been part of it.

Movement caught Jessie's attention, and she swung the firearm around behind her, leveling it at The Black Bird's owner. He showed immediate panic, until Jessie quickly lowered the gun and apologized. He looked around, and even in the darkness could see what had happened. He'd always like Jessie, and he knew all about the new situation here in D'Angelo drug territory.

"Get out of here, now," he told her. "I'll tell the cops they all shot each other. If they ask if there was anyone else here, I'll tell them no. Now, go! Git!"

Jessie hesitated, surveying the scene again, then looking at the gun in her hand. The barman moved to her, saying, "Give it to me! I'll wipe it clean ... put it in his hands." He nodded his head toward Leon. In the distance, the sound of sirens was nearing them. "You have to go, Jessie!"

A moment later, she was running off into the darkness. She didn't so out of fear, though; Jessie was smiling as she ran, smiling with pride.

 

[PennySaver]

Camille and Mephisto:

"Please ... please ... I need your mouth on me, Mephisto."

Mephisto took less time to decide that he wanted to put his mouth on Camille's pussy than she'd taken to decided she wanted it there. She immediately drew a deep breath as his mouth found her clit, and after that the deep ins-and-outs swelling her bosom and left her writhing.

After the very unsatisfying ass-fuck from her boss, what the hacker was doing to her was simply unbelievable. Mephisto had skills. Camille took his head in her hands to encourage him to stay right where he was while his tongue, lips, and fingers worked her toward orgasm.

She found her mind wandering about, though. Even as Mephisto was eating her out, Camille couldn't help but think of how his boss had done the same thing to her just a bit more than a week ago. Ironically, though, she wasn't wishing that Marcus Cole was here instead; Camille was very happy with what Mephisto was doing to her, and although the Untouchables' leader -- her first lover in over a year other than Eric Davis -- had reminded her that sex could be pleasurable and welcomed, she felt no guilt for finding such welcomed pleasure from another man, even one who worked for him.

Camille lifted one foot after another, laying her calves upon her boss's desk. She begged, "Make me cum, Mephisto ... make me cum."

But the hacker was taking him time down between Camille's thighs. He was working her clit slowly but consistently, delaying her climax while causing her a level of pleasure that even Marcus had failed to provide; to be fair, she and Marcus had ravaged each other's bodies like wild animals, so comparing what the Detective had down with his mouth on her pussy to what his hacker was doing was like comparing apples and oranges.

Camille's body movements got more animated as the minutes passed. She kept begging Mephisto to drive her to orgasm, but honestly, she was in no more of a hurry than he was. This was simply amazing, and while climax -- the destination -- was the goal, Camille would later recall the old saying about life being a journey instead.

But cum Camille finally did, clamping her thighs about Mephisto's head as her back arched and she gave out a long, loud cry that rocked off the office's walls. Her body trembled throughout, with her toes and fingers visibly shaking as the euphoria rocked her. She continued crying softly as the incredible orgasm persisted, then finally began to wane.

Finally, she collapsed back into the office chair, letting out a last, great gasp. She'd closed her eyes without knowing it, and now she looked down to Mephisto as she grasped his hair in his fingers and pulled his mouth from her pussy. She begged, "Stop ... no more ... oh my god, Mephisto ... that was ... oh my god, that was incredible."

 

[Gabe619]

"You deserved it for having to deal with that ... that piece of shit." The vehemence in his words was obvious, his anger at the Senator palpable as he crawled out from under the desk.

The office now smelt completely of sex, but luckily it was Camille sweet smell, not that of Davis. Mephisto stood before the worn out PA looking down at her, her dress still hiked up exposing her pussy and the lower part of her flat stomach. He licked his lips tasting her still on his tongue, his cock bulge obvious through the grey work suit he had been forced to where.

"I should ... um ... I should get back to work." He waved the phone Camille had palmed from the Senator and smiled wolfishly. "Thanks to your quick fingers I can clone this and leave it here for him to find tomorrow. He obviously dropped it when fucking his gorgeous PA."

He winked then sat on the corner of the desk pulling another phone from a zipped up pocket. He placed them both on the desk as one slowly cloned itself off the other and as they did so he stood and finished placing mics and cameras and finally, hands re-gloved after he had taken them off to touch Camille he went to the wall safe behind a large painting of the Senator. Talk about an ego, Mephisto thought as his fingers slowly explored the edges looking for alarms or wires. Finding none he pulled on one side of the portrait as it swung aside to show the safe. He was no safe cracker, but he knew the rudimentaries of the work, the electronics at least. He carefully ran his fingers over the safe, the keypad and fingerprint detector. It was high spec, but not the absolute best available. It had no voice matching facility which would have been annoying to have to overcome. All they needed was the Senators thumb print and what looked like a six digit code.

As Camille got her breath back Mephisto looked around the office and saw a glass sitting next a whisky bottle on a table. It had been used and as this was Davis's office it was fair to assume the Senator had been the man to use it. Picking it up and holding it to the light the hacker saw a few fingerprints. He brought ot back to the desk, again unzipping a large pocket on his overalls to pull out a fingerprint dusting kit. he quickly and effortlessly lifted a thumb print off the glass, storing it carefully in a small, hard case to use later back at base to form a gel imprint to use on the lock. Then he looked at Camille.

"Any idea what he might use for a six digit code? I'll go through his phone and laptop later, but if you could give be an idea of what it might be? Any birthdays or dates he might always remember? Any long strings of numbers at all that might be connected to him?"

 

[PennySaver]

Camille and Mephisto in Senator Davis's office:

As Mephisto went back to work, Camille put herself back together; she used tissues from Davis's desk to sop up and wipe up the fluids that had leaked out of her as the hacker ate her out, then slipped her panties back on and stepped into her shoes. Her heart still hadn't returned to a normal beat when she got up to watch Mephisto.

"Any idea what he might use for a six-digit code?" he asked when it came time to break into the wall safe.

As Mephisto was giving examples, Camille interrupted, "D-A-M-A-T-O." She smiled at his reaction, explaining, "Eric might be a good politician, but he doesn't know anything about electronics. He didn't know how to reset the safe's code when he got it installed, and since the D'Amatos are responsible for me being here, I set it for him. D-A-M-A-T-O."

Camille thought maybe she'd seen something in Mephisto's eyes when she'd said that the D'Amatos were responsible for her being the Senator's Personal Assistant. Thinking that maybe he hadn't been told the whole story, she explained, "Giovanni D'Amato needed someone close to the Senator. He knew Eric's preferences ... that he liked bosomy black women."

She struck a pose to emphasize that she fit the bill in those regards. She continued, "I was in debt to the D'Amatos, so..."

Camille gestured her hands about the office as a way of drawing a conclusion to the explanation. She could have stopped there but added, "I was here less than a week before Eric ... Senator Davis made a pass at me. I didn't fight him. I couldn't; it was why I was here."

She nodded her head toward the couch between her and Mephisto. "Fucked me right there ... then took a call from a contributor as he forced me to the floor to suck his cock."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's what I'm paid to do ... by the D'Amatos. I mean, not paid ... but compensated by having me debt forgiven."

By now, Mephisto had gotten into the save and was doing whatever it was that he wanted to do with its contents. Camille walked around the couch to get a better look inside. A full third of the space behind the steel door was occupied by bundles of stacked cash, new bills still in their bank currency straps.

She looked toward Mephisto, finding him busy tinkering with something he'd taken from the safe. Quickly, she reached inside and snatched five bundles of bills; they were $100 bills in mustard colored bank straps, thus a total of $50,000. She slipped them deep into a space between two big books on the adjacent shelf, planning on claiming them later. If she was lucky, her boss wouldn't even know they were gone; if she wasn't, she was pretty sure that Marcus or Mephisto would come to her rescue when the shit hit the fan.

Mephisto finished what he was doing and closed the safe -- and a second later, Camille's head spun suddenly when she heard footsteps in the foyer. She could tell by the distinct gait that it was Davis. And suddenly, she simultaneously knew why he was returning and felt like an idiot for not having thought of it early.

She grabbed Mephisto -- who had also heard the footsteps -- and pulled him down behind the couch. As the door opened and the Senator came back in, she whispered close to the hacker's ear, "His phone ... he came back for his phone."

As if reading her mind, Davis grumbled, "Fuck there you are." He snatched the phone up from the desk and turned to leave again, just as the phone rang. He stopped, reading the Caller ID and answering, "What's up?"

He listened for a moment, responding simply, "Okay."

Then, dropping into the couch behind which the Hacker and Personal Assistant were hiding, Davis snatched up the TV remote and selected Channel 4. The screen of the massive flatscreen on the opposite wall filled with the image of the station's new star. Belinda Carmichael was standing at the corner of Hamilton and 33rd reporting on what CCPD sources and witnesses at the scene were calling a gunfight between two Jackson Park street gangs.

When the babe of a reporter was replaced by another reporter covering the imminent County Fair, Davis switched to the ball game instead and turned the volume up; surround sound-style speakers in all four corners of the room flooded the office with the noise of the crowd and sportscasters.

Camille knew what that meant: her boss was going nowhere until the final play. She put her mouth close to Mephisto's ear and told him what she was expecting ... then, looking into his eyes, she slowly moved in to press her lips to his in a soft kiss that slowly became very erotic.

When she'd pulled the man down behind the couch, the pair of them had ended up with their feet pointing different directions. Camille now slipped along Mephisto's body until she could reach his groin with her hands ... and went to work unbuckling, unsnapping, and unzipping him. Without any concern that her boss was sitting two feet away on the other side of the couch, Camille went down on Mephisto, easily and skillfully taking his entire length into her mouth and throat.

 

[Gabe619]

Getting the safe open was a good start, and checking the contents showed Mephisto that Davis was into some shady crap. He doubted many Senators kept bundles of cash in their office wall safes ... or then again, perhaps they did. He made a note of everything he could see including yet another phone. He went about cloning that one too. If it was secured like this it must be something really important. Perhaps the Batphone from Gio D'Amata when he needed Davis to do him a favor.

The sound of footsteps outside the office had both Camille and Mephisto panicking a little. The hacker quickly grabbed the now fully cloned phone and dropped it into his overall pocket leaving the Senator's own phone on the desk. He stumbled backwards as Camille quickly grabbed him, pushing him down behind the large comfortable couch. They had just hit the floor when Davis walked in and grabbed his phone. Camille's body pressed against his own was helping keep his mind off the fact Davis was only feet away, but Mephisto still found himself praying the man would just leave. Unfortunately it seemed the patron saint of hackers wasn't listening as the man instead dropped onto the couch to get comfy and turned on the ball game. He was in for the duration, meaning neither the hacker of Camille were going anywhere.

He moved a little, trying to get comfortable, Camille laying beside him, her legs by his head, her own head down by his groin. Then he felt her body shift. He assumed she too was trying to find a comfy position to lay in, but then his eyes widened as he felt her fingers unzipping him, undoing his belt and pants and pulling his cock free. It quickly got hard in her warm, smooth fingers and then he moaned as her lips slipped over the head. He slapped a hand to his mouth to muffle his groan of pleasure, but he really hadn't needed to bother, with the sound level the Senator had the tv at a grenade going off next to him probably wouldn't of got his attention.

He lay there a while, eyes closed tight, his cock in heaven. Camille was so skilful with her tongue that she threatened to make him cum quickly, but then teasingly she eased down the attention his dick got till his orgasm slipped way before starting in on his cock once more. From his point of view her smooth toned legs with that satin black feel were right before him. He started to caress them, then parted them a little, bending one of her knees to expose her panties that she had just replaced over her sopping pussy. He licked up her thighs again, tasting some of her leaked juices there, then without removing or even pushing them aside he slipped his mouth of her panty covered pussy and begun to suck and tongue it softly, teasingly.

His brain shut off the fear, the arousal taking over, and in fact the Senator being so close was actually turning out to be somewhat of an aphrodisiac to the young hacker. After his adventure with husband and wife, Richard and Samantha, he was starting to think he was an exhibitionist which made him smile. It also made him feel thrilled that the one woman the Senator forced to suck his cock was willingly sucking on his right behind Davis's back .... literally right behind it!!

 

[PennySaver]

Camille and Mephisto in Davis's office:

She knew she shouldn't have been doing this to the hacker, at least not here and now. She was taking such a risk, a potentially fatal risk. Davis would catch them, realize they were there to bug his office, call his friends in the D'Amato Crime Family, and ... well, neither she nor Mephisto would ever be seen again.

But Camille simply hadn't been able to control herself. What the hacker had done to her with his tongue, lips, and fingers had been incredible, and she'd wanted to thank him in a similar fashion. And whether or not they got caught, she was driven to thank him right here, right now.

Mephisto had a beautiful cock, different from Marcus's but just what she needed right now. She took his full length into her mouth, gagging once softly before becoming accustomed to its length and girth. It was ironic that she was doing this to Mephisto here in Davis's office: when Giovanni D'Amato interviewed her for the position of the Senator's play thing, he'd told her that Davis preferred women who could deep throat, so -- to show her ability to perform as needed -- Camille had taken the Don's cock into her mouth and proved her capabilities.

After a minute or so, she felt Mephisto playing around between her thighs once more. She allowed it for a bit, but when the pleasure began to interfere with her own oral performance, Camille reached a hand down for a handful of the hacker's hair and pulled his mouth away from her pussy. She looked down to meet his gaze and mouthed, Behave!

She went right back to sucking his cock, and a couple of minutes later it was leaping in her mouth, flooding it with his thick, salty jizz. She grasped his shaft tightly and milked it for every drop, then licked him and her index finger and thumb clean. She looked to his face again, smiling at his expression. He had caused her such great euphoria, and now she had done the same for him. That made her happy.

As they were putting their clothes back together, Davis's desk phone rang. He hopped up to answer it while muting the television, talked to some anonymous person about a problem with campaign donations, then hurried out of the office after saying, "I'll meet you at the regular place in ... twenty minutes."

Camille waited until Davis was gone before standing and moving back out before the couch. She smiled to Mephisto, saying, "We should finish up, before we get surprised again." Then, recalling her text to Marcus in which she'd told him that she missed his cock, Camille now confessed, "I'm fucking your boss. I ... I hope that's not a problem ... because ... honestly ... I think I'd like to fuck you, too."

She didn't mean right now of course. But Camille most certainly wanted to feel Mephisto's cock ramming in and out of her in the very near future.

 

[Gabe619]

Camille and Mephisto in Davis's office:
After a mind blowing orgasm, Mephisto slowly got his mind back down to earth wondering what weird expression of his was making Camille smile. he wasn't sure he had complete control of his facial muscles just yet. Still, as Davis left the office he stood and pulled his pants back together, Camille's scent and taste still in his nose and mouth. He smiled to himself knowing that now he had cloned the Senators phone no matter where he went, Mephisto could track him.

As they stood in the office Camille confessed, "I'm fucking your boss. I ... I hope that's not a problem ... because ... honestly ... I think I'd like to fuck you, too."

"Why would it be a problem?" The hacker asked with a grin. "I want you to fuck yourself on my cock too. I won't tell Marcus if you don't think he would understand ... I am assuming you don't have any strong romantic feelings for my Boss? I mean, its ok if you do, but you did kinda ... well, offer yourself to me on a plate."

His eyes couldn't help taking in her body again, even if it was dressed. He would remember her pussy for a long, long time. It was delicious and hearing she wanted to take this little fling further only made his cock start to harden again in the lose overalls of his janitor disguise. However emotional hang ups were not his forte. He saw sex as just fun, like playing tennis, or playing poker, something you could do with other people where everyone got something out of it. He had never been in love, or he didn't think he had, he assumed his mind just wasn't wired that way. But he had learnt to be careful when playing with people in any kind of relationship, even if it was friends with benefits, because sometimes one of those friends might be feeling a little more possessive than they let on.

"But as for here, I'm done. Come on, lets get out of here."

He took her arm and gently guided her out of the office, picked up his cart in the hallway and with a wink walked off, humming to himself and definitely in a better mood than when he had got there.

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia, Jennifer, Kitty

A week later, Day 80*:

Emelia was going stir crazy! The word on the streets was that the Traditori -- the Italian word for traitors -- were continuing to gather support and members both to eliminate Emelia, her father, and anyone loyal to them in an effort to claim the D'Angelo Family's territory and, particularly, restore the narcotics trade in said territory.

And yet, no move against her had been made. On the plus side, Marcus's man, Mephisto, had been listening in on and watching not only State Senator Eric Davis but several of the Traditori, learning where they were hiding and what they were up to.

Marcus had been absolutely correct about what the group of Capos and their Loyal Lieutenants were going to do. They were going to hit a location important to Emelia as a diversion and, hopefully, a way of drawing her out of Elmhurst.

Whether that worked or not, they were then going to hit the Family's mansion in an attempt to kill Enzo. Emelia found this even more despicable than coming after her; her father was getting better and had regained his speech, though he was still difficult to understand, and yet Emelia knew that he would never return as Don of the Family, so killing him wasn't about seizing power but was about sending a message.

Philip walked into the open doorway of Emelia's bedroom to find her standing at the closed French doors on the opposite side of the room. If she wasn't in the protection of the basement with Enzo D'Angelo, Emelia could often be found here, looking out upon the 20 acres of immaculate lawns, gardens, and horse pasture.

Her bodyguard had had to have the bullet resistant doors locked because over the past week Emelia had continued to walk out onto the balcony for a better view of the place where she'd grown up. In days past, that wouldn't have been a danger. But between Mephisto at his computers and Philip with his informants, they'd learned that a top shelf sniper had been hired by an anonymous patron -- presumably the Traditori and/or the D'Amatos -- to take out Emelia.

Elmhurst was guarded by a stone wall, cameras and motion detectors, and now a loyal security force of more than 30 men in three rotation shifts. But beyond the property were at least 6 locations from which a highly trained sniper could get off a shot at the mansion. Yeah, sure, the nearest of those locations was over a mile away, in the rolling, forested hills of Oxbow Park, but the sniper about whom Philip and Mephisto had heard was capable of that shot nonetheless.

"They're here, Donna," the bodyguard said from the open door. When Emelia spun with a startled expression on her face, Philip quickly said, "Sorry, Donna. I didn't..." He let the apology fade as she waved it off, promising her, "It'll all be over soon, Donna. Marcus's plan will work. He and his people are the best at what they do..."

He smiled, chuckled slightly, then added, "Even the children working for him."

They shared a laugh together. Philip was, of course, speaking of Jennifer, Kitty, and Teddy. The three of them were so young. And yet they'd proved themselves again and again over the nearly three months that the Untouchables had been a thing.

And now, they were going to be tested again. Emelia shed her warm, comforting Alpaca wrap, further exposing her delicious bosom to her bodyguard. She looked up to find Philip eyes her with a slight grin. Her return smile caused him to smile even wider. She hinted, "You know, it wouldn't be our first time if--"

But he was already shaking his head softly. She playfully whined, "But it's been so long. I need to--"

"Put those things away and come downstairs," he chastised with a wide smile before turning and heading off to meet their guests.

Emelia hesitated a moment before calling after him, "You're no fun!"

She donned a wrap that was more -- but certainly not fully -- concealing of her beautiful tits, then followed after Philip. Emelia chuckled to herself, contemplating the half-hearted suggestion she'd made to the man. They'd been lovers years earlier; Philip had been her first, of course. She didn't see anything wrong with him just taking off the edge by sleeping with her one time.

Hell, like she'd told him, it had been a long time. Emelia's last orgasm with another human being had been more than four months ago, and even then it had been with a professional who she had come to Elmhurst when her fire needed quenching.

Descending the home's grand stairway, Emelia looked down to find the entire Untouchables team present, in addition to Doctor Tabitha Reed; she was now not only the Chief Medical Doctor of the Sarah Leigh Long Drug Treatment Facility but was the Director of the full string of 12 drug addiction treatment facilities.

"Thank you for coming everyone," she greeted them when she reached the bottom of the stairs. As was normal for her, Emelia took the time to shake hands with each and everyone of her guests. She gestured toward a hall, saying, "Maria has arranged food and drink for us in the library. Please, please, go make yourself comfortable."

Emelia nodded her head knowingly to her bodyguard. As she and the others headed for the library, Philip casually caught Mephisto by the elbow, saying softly, "I was wondering if you would come with me first. I have some surveillance concerns I'd like to discuss with you."

Philip initially led the hacker toward the Security Office but then took a curve a different direction. They entered a small but wonderfully appointed office, and no sooner had Mephisto entered behind the bodyguard, Philip turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"Hi," a female voice said from the hacker's left. When he turned, he found Camille standing in a corner, looking nervous. She took a single step forward, hesitated, took one more, then said, "I know you've been watching me."

For the past week, the cameras and microphones had been surveilling Senator Davis's office from just about every angle. And, like usual, Chester the Molester had been forcing his Personal Assistant to perform all sorts of demeaning sexual acts to or with him.

Camille had always felt belittled to a degree, but now -- knowing that the man with whom she so badly wanted to fuck and with whom she'd already enjoyed the most wonderful oral sex was watching her -- she felt horribly ashamed. Not really knowing whether or not it was something she needed to do, Camille apologized with glistening eyes, "I'm sorry. He ... he makes me do those things."

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In the library, Emelia got straight to the point of the meeting. She looked to Marcus and said firmly, "I agree that your plan is probably the best way to catch the Traditori."

Then she looked to Tabitha Reed, whose expression showed her concern. Emelia promised, "This is the only way we keep the Clinics safe ... keep you safe ... and get these bastards who are trying to tear down everything we are trying to build."

Looking between the characters involved in the grand plan, from Marcus and the three young Untouchables to the eldest of them all and the doctor, Emelia continued, "I have already let it slip out that I am visiting the Sarah Leigh Long Facility tomorrow at 11am ... to give thanks to the medical staff and meet some of the patients.

"Over the last couple of days, we have been inconspicuously slipping patients out of the facility and transferring them to another ... replacing them with some of my own people ... armed people, obviously. Tonight, once darkness has fallen, we will get the rest of them out. There will be no innocents in the building by dawn."

She looked to Marcus, asking, "Do you want to explain the rest of the plan?"

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* OOC: I have assigned "Day 80" to this day to give it a place in the timeline. This was done rather randomly: it could be Day 60 or Day 100 but, honestly, it doesn't really matter either way.