"Going Straight" (closed)

[Gabe619]

ADA Laura Shovelli and "Untouchable" Teddy Yarrow
As Laura crawled into Teddy lap, his hands found her hips, biting his lip at how smooth and soft her skin felt. He wondered what he had done right to get this beautiful woman's attention, as he had just moments before. She was incredible. As she gripped his cock he hissed and his bucked a little under her as she guided the thick cock head to her pussy lips. She pushed down and for a moment there was no movement and he wondered if she was so tight his cock would even get into her, but then her lips parted and his cock head slipped into her soft warmth. Both moaned, her in pain, him in pleasure. At her wince of pain he wondered if she would stop, his hands still on her hips. As inch after inch vanished into the slim, sexy woman on his lap, Teddy lay his head back, eyes closed tight and groaned.

"My god..." she whispered as she leaned closer, kissing him passionately as down below she manipulated him deep inside her, "...you ... feel ... incredible."

The kiss was full of passion and Teddy returned it with pleasure and enthusiasm. Her scent covered him in its sweet arousal and started to mix with the scent of their sex. His hands moved to cup her firm ass and he smiled, feeling more in control for at least this moment as he gripped her cheeks and squeezed.

"So do you, Ma'am." He finally replied, his throat a little dry. It felt so hot to be fucking the ADA, one of the most powerful women in the city and to make it better she had come after him. He didn't care anymore if he was just letting her blow off steam, she could call him for that anytime he decided. "You are amazing, so sexy ..... god I have jerked off thinking of you for ages."

The words were out before he even knew he had said them. His mouth was moving faster than his brain could keep up it seemed. He pulled her against him though figuring it was to late to worry now he had said it, he kissed her again as his hands stroked up and down her smooth back, then back to that incredible ass of hers as he squeezed it again. He started to pump his hips, fucking u into her so tight pussy as her nipples rubbed on his smooth chest. He grunted with every thrust, burying his cock deep each time, pushing into her ever inch he had so she had to take it all.

 

[PennySaver]

Devon and Jennifer

Jennifer listened to Devon's explanation of their true relationship, then watched as he punished his thug for his rude comments. She couldn't help but laugh, even as she was posturing for the upcoming fight.

It wasn't much of a fight, though, in Jennifer's opinion. The man was big and strong, but he was also awkward and clumsy. Less than a minute passed before he was falling to his face on the ground, clutching his gonads.

"Nicely done, darling," Devon said, applauding.

Jennifer feigned a curtsey, collapsed the baton, and said with humor, "Thank you. Thank you very much."

Then, something unexpected occurred. The driver exited the SUV and made his way around its front end, growling at Jennifer in Russian. Her first instinct was to pull her gun while looking to see if he had one, too. He wasn't wearing a jacket, but he was wearing a holster, but it was empty; later, they would discover that he'd left it in the vehicle, likely afraid Devon would shoot him in the back for what he was about to do.

"That is my brother!" the man stated with the same heavy accent. "I'll kill you for that."

Just as with the first man, this one pulled a knife from his belt. But unlike the first Russian, this one immediately presented more skill with his weapon. He didn't charge Jennifer, instead intermixing feints to the left and right, front and back, matching Jennifer's own movements as she once again armed herself with the baton.

The Untouchable was impressed as the dance continued. The man's jabs, rather than swipes, nearly got close several times. Jennifer took quick glances Devon's direction; he shared the same concerned expression that was beginning to fill Jennifer's face. She raised her hand in a stop gesture at one point, telling him, "I got this, lover."

The man's patience was wearing thin, though, and he began to get more aggressive. As he did, Jennifer went totally defensive, backing, ducking, side stepping, and swiping the baton hard and fast. She contacted the man's weapon wielding arm a couple of times and the other as well.

She'd been very acutely aware of her surroundings: the street, the curb, the sidewalk, the grassy median. Still, Jennifer caught the edge of her shoe on something uneven and lost her balance. Rather than fall over and leave herself vulnerable, she bent her knees to let her ass near the ground, then kicked her knees upwards to roll heels over head -- which was more accurate than head over heels -- and came right back up to her feet after the roll.

As she'd been doing this, though, the man began to charge her, and for the first time Jennifer actually thought she was in trouble. And then BOOM! The shotgun blast hit the man in the chest, lifting him a couple of inches off his feet before he collapsed to the sidewalk.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Jennifer had immediately ripped her gun out of her holster, looking to Devon and the other two men. But none of them had fired. She looked back to the bodega's entrance and found the establishment's owner standing in the doorway, smoke still wafting from the end of the sawed-off, double-barreled shotgun.

He was looking at the man he'd just killed but then looked to Jennifer. He shrugged, then turned and went back into his store, presuming that this was over for him.

 

[Gabe619]

Devon and Jennifer

The fun and games had ended pretty quick. Devon had stupidly assumed the driver was no longer a threat, when he very much was it seemed. As the fight started to go against Jennifer, McCauley found his hand going to his gun which he had reholstered after disarming his assailant. Seeing her fall to the floor had made his heart skip a beat and he was drawing his pistol as the shotgun blast crashed through the quiet street. He spun, gun aimed at the store owner who shrugged and went back inside his shop. In the distance, but closing was the sound of sirens, someone had called the cops. As Jennifer cuffed the helpless Russian still moaning on the ground two police cruisers raced up and stopped with a squeal of tires as their occupants jumped out, guns drawn.

"Drop the gun, on the floor, NOW!" A young policeman shouted authoritatively at Devon who held his hands up, his pistol dangling from a finger.

He didn't have a badge of course, which made this a little awkward, but Jennifer did and she was in the process of dragging it out to flash at the cops when the occupant of the other cruiser lowered her gun.

"McCauley?! Is that you?" She asked moving forward and slowly holstering her piece.

"Hey, Abby, how the hell are you, girl?" Devon grinned hugging the woman who laughed.

"I'm good, real good, made Sergeant a few months back." She said pointing at the three stripes on her arm as she waved the other officer to put his gun away. "So, um, what went down here?"

"Pinkie and Perky here decided it would be a good day to rob the bodega." He explained pointing to the man standing against the car and the one curled up on the sidewalk. "Wiley Coyote there was their get away driver. However, as with Wiley, he wasn't the smartest tool in the box and he was about to stab my partner when the shops owner put both barrels of a shotgun into him. It's a clean kill, Abby, he saved my partners life."

The woman nodded, looking the scene over as an ambulance pulled up and the EMT's jumped out, took one look at the guy with a smoking crater in his chest and turned their attention to the new eunuch trying to make him stretch out so they could inspect his ... wound, but he couldn't without moaning in pain.

"Damn, what happened to him?" Abby asked softly as Jennifer walked up to join her and Devon.

"My partner here." McCauley said proudly slipping an arm around Jennifer's shoulders as he smiled.

"Partner?" Abby looked Jen over, then smirked at McCauley. "Uh huh, sure, Devon."

"Seriously. Sergeant Abby Riland, meet Officer Jennifer Kennedy of the Untouchables."

That got Abby's attention and she re-evaluated Jennifer with a more professional look.

"I swear they get younger every year. But I've heard good things about what you and your people are doing, Officer Kennedy. Let me thank you on behalf of those of us who feel a little safer knowing you guys are out there getting shit done." She held out her hand and Jennifer took it. "Ok, well, you both know the drill. I'll need your statements, but after that I'll cut you both free. If I need you for anything I'll put the word out."

 

[PennySaver]

Devon and Jennifer at the bodega robbery

"Drop the gun, on the floor, NOW!"

Jennifer froze at the police officer's instructions; she was in civilian dress standing in front of a dead man, and -- seeing that the cop was young like herself -- she most certainly didn't want to be a victim of Blue-on-Blue friendly fire.

"CCPD, undercover!" she said quickly, adding, "Word of the day is banana!"

Despite no longer being just a beat cop or even a normal Undercover, Jennifer -- like all of the Untouchables, she presumed -- kept up with the code words for those not in uniform. As the young cop was processing the new information, though, the older Sergeant saved the day by identifying Devon and their association.

Jennifer studied the two of them as they hugged, and while she'd never been the jealous type, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe the two of them had bumped uglies back when he was on the force. Devon had been happily married during all of those years, of course, but sometimes men slipped, and Abby -- who was still beautiful today, years later -- would have been an absolute babe back in the day.

Abby looked to the man still writhing on the ground and asked, "Damn, what happened to him?"

"My partner here," Devon said as Jennifer herself smiled wide and shrugged.

Devon introduced the two, commenting, "I swear they get younger every year."

Again, Jennifer had to wonder about Abby back when she'd first met Devon. Gonna have to take a look at the Academy Class Books ... check this one out, she thought.

"...I've heard good things about what you and your people are doing, Officer Kennedy," Abby said about the Untouchables.

"Detective Marcus Cole and his people," Jennifer corrected, unnecessarily probably as Abby hadn't meant anything by what she'd said. Still, Jennifer liked to give credit where credit was due, and without Marcus, the Untouchables would be nothing at all. She clarified playfully, "I'm just a cog in the wheel."

Abby told them they needed to give statements and could take off, but Jennifer wasn't done here. "I need to go talk to the bodega owner. He saved my life."

The Sergeant nodded her head, saying, "Sure, fine, but ... don't talk about what happened beyond giving him your thanks, okay? Might be perceived as synching up your stories."

Jennifer nodded her acknowledgment, then headed inside; behind her, Abby nodded one of the Uniforms to go with her.

Inside, Jennifer found the store owner sitting atop a short stack of boxes he'd been about to empty when the Russian robbers arrived; the shotgun was leaning in a corner, out of his reach. She pulled up another short stack, sat before him, took his hands, and said with a sincere tone, "Thank you."

The man was staring at the trembling hands in his lap. He glanced at the gun he'd so skillfully used, then explained, "I've never shot it before ... never even practiced with it. I bought it years ago ... before the D'Amatos came in to offer their protection. They protected the whole neighborhood ... for a cost, of course."

The Untouchables had had a recent get-together with Emelia at Elmhurst -- which was still being repaired -- where they'd talked about the vacuum left behind by the destruction of the D'Amato Crime Family. This was the first true evidence of that vacuum that Jennifer had experienced to date.

"Tell me about it," she asked the bodega owner. "What were you paying? What did they do for you?"

They spoke for over half an hour before Abby insisted that she step aside and let the man give his statement. Outside, Jennifer pulled out her phone, pressed a speed dial, and said, "I need to talk to her ... today."

On the other end, Philip Russo said, "I'll pass it on." The call disconnected before Jennifer could say any more.

She joined Devon at their SUV parked up the street, looking back to ensure no one close enough to hear her, then -- without forgetting that this day began with them visiting his dead families graves but hoping it wouldn't matter -- told him with a serious tone, "I need you ... in my bed ... right now."

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They were lying in bed when Jennifer's phone buzzed. She looked at it, finding the Caller ID reading Cousin Emmy. Still naked, she stood and moved over to the window, looking down on the street below as she answered, "Thanks for calling."

"I heard about the excitement today," Emelia told her. "You're okay?"

"Fine," Jennifer responded. "Better than the other guys." They shared a chuckle; Emelia had obviously heard the details from whoever was informing her. "Listen, I need to talk to you about--"

"Protection," Emelia cut her off.

"Yeah, um ... how did you know that?"

"This wasn't the first robbery in that neighborhood in recent days," the Donna told Jennifer. "It was the fourth, in fact ... along with two muggings, a rape, and a carjacking."

Jennifer thought about what she was hearing. Then, it occurred to her: "You're already dealing with this."

"Trying," Emelia answered. "It takes time to establish yourselves ... to get the criminals to understand that they need to find another place to perform their craft. Oh, and thanks for the assist today."

"I'm just glad to hear that you're on it," Jennifer said. They traded farewells, and Jennifer tossed her phone into a nearby chair. Turning back to the bed, she caught Devon looking at her. Smiling, she struck a sexy pose, then another ... then took two quick steps forward and leapt through the air onto the bed and onto him, laughing. Kissing him hard and reaching down under the covers to find his cock, she demanded, "Fuck me. It's been a good day, and I don't want it to end yet."

 

[PennySaver]

Three Day Earlier:

Julio Cervantez heard the bell over the door of his shoe repair shop ding loudly at the entry of -- hopefully -- a paying customer. He headed out from the back room, calling out cheerfully, "Coming, coming, be right with you."

The man standing a few feet inside the entrance was just the kind of customer Julio liked: well dressed in a moderately priced suit with well-crafted dress shoes, the kind of man who didn't hesitate when you told him that either he needed another pair of expensive shoes or he needed his current shoes resoled, polished, waterproofed, and anything more that was profitable.

"And what can I do for you today, my good man," Julio said with continuing joy in his voice. He glanced at the man's shoes again, saying, "Maybe a shine?"

The man was looking around the store, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Julio waited for a reply but didn't get one. After a moment, when he realized that the customer was checking out the store itself and not the products in it, he began to get nervous.

A moment after that, the door opened, and a second man entered; he was similarly dressed and carried himself in the same way. By now, Julio's heart was beginning to pound faster and harder. Barely able to get the words out, he told the men, "I don't want any trouble. Anything you want..."

The doorbell rang again, this time as a beautiful young woman in an elegant dress and -- as he would of course notice -- elegant and expensive high heels. While he hadn't recognized either of the two men -- one of whom was Philip Russo -- he recognized the woman immediately. He smiled nervously, taking a single step forward as he said with a respectful tone, "Donna D'Angelo ... what ... what a wonderful pleasure to have you visit my humble establishment."

"No, it's my pleasure," she responded as she neared him. She offered her hand out to him, and when he took it -- followed by her adding a second hand and him doing the same -- she reminded him, "Once upon a time, long ago, you sold my father a wonderful pair of Italian loafers."

"I did!" he said with excitement, his lips wide with a proud smile. "I remember them. They were--" He stopped, suddenly becoming solemn as he said, "Oh, your father ... your poor, poor father. I'm sorry. I was at the funeral."

He looked about himself, finding the two men still milling about; the first passed through the curtain into the back room as the first remained near the front of the store. Only now did Julio realize that there were also a pair of men out on the sidewalk near a black SUV.

"I'm ... I'm sorry, Donna D'Angelo," he said, "but ... and I ask this with the greatest respect ... why are you here today. Not that I mind the visit. You are always welcome to drop in to my humble establishment. But--"

"The D'Amato Family was providing your store with protection," Emelia said, getting right to the point. Julio didn't immediately react but did finally nod his head. "That protection is no longer available."

"I ... I assumed so...?" he responded, as much a question as a statement. It struck him: "I also assume that the D'Angelo Family will be taking over?"

She could tell by his reaction that he wasn't happy with the whole protection racket topic. Those businesses that paid for it did enjoy more protection, from robberies, vandalism, and more. Criminals who were in the know about the protected businesses were very unlikely to violate those businesses. But criminals who were from other neighborhoods, criminals who simply didn't give a rat's as, or criminals who were passing through were still a problem; and while the Families often compensated their protected patrons when they were wronged, that compensation didn't always go far enough.

And, of course, if you didn't pay protection, you were very likely to get visits from criminals working for the Family offering protection in order to convince you that you needed it.

"We will be taking over for the D'Amatos," Emelia confirmed. They were still holding each other's hands as she squeezed his and told him, "However ... things will be different. Different in a good way."

Julio's face showed his confusion. The Collectors for the D'Amatos had never shown much real concern about the owners of the establishments they visited, and they certainly never told him that things would get better. Over the years, his weekly payments had consistently gone up at about twice the rate of inflation; the increases had been small enough to prevent Julio from pitching a fit and possibly facing punishment but were large enough to maintain the profitability of the racket for the Family.

"Let's sit, shall we?" Emelia asked. They sat where Julio spent his days slipping shoes on and off of patrons, where Emelia explained the new rates and new benefits of protection under the D'Angelo Family. It only took her ten minutes or so because the terms were simple. How does that sound to you, Mister Cervantez?"

Julio just sat there staring in silence. When Emelia asked her question again, he said, "But ... that's ... is that enough? I mean ... I paid the D'Amatos four times that. And when my store got vandalized or I got robbed--"

"You were never fully compensated for the damage and loss," Emelia filled in knowingly. She reached for Julio's hands again, promising, "It's a new, brave world, Mister Cervantez. It's a new, brave world."

The deal Emelia was offering Julio was barely more expensive than the regular business insurance he might get from any regulated insurance provider. The slightly higher difference in cost had reasons: the D'Angelos would respond faster to situations, they would never contest a claim, and they would always get their man.

When Emelia left, Julio promised her shoe repair for life, adding, "If I sold women's shoes, I'd give them to you for free, too!"

Julio expected Emelia to return to the SUV out on the curb. Instead, she turned to the right and headed down the sidewalk. The shoe repair man went outside, where he saw her enter the flower shop next door ... where she personally continued her quest to bring protection to the neighborhood's businesses.

She would be too late to safe the bodega that got robbed two days from now -- the store outside of which two Untouchables would take down the robbers, killing one and leaving another without the ability to enjoy an erection for weeks to come -- but after receiving a call from Jennifer Kennedy, Emelia would visit that location, too.

 

[Gabe619]

Hanson Building HQ

Marcus walked in and looked around, taking a silent roll call as he usually did. Mephisto was at his desk focused on his computers, but otherwise the place was empty. He wasn't to concerned though, the last few weeks had been pretty intense, if the team wanted to take some 'Me' time he had no issue, in fact really he should of dictated some down time for them as their leader. He was still feeling his away around that role he guessed, he had never really been in a leadership role.

"Teddy took the current batch of warrants over to the DA's office. McCauley and Kennedy having checked in yet today. I haven't seen Kitty for ages." Mephisto offered without even looking around, but then he paused what he was doing and looked at his watch. "The kid must of got stuck in traffic, he should of been back from Shovelli's ages ago." He shrugged and went back to work.

Cole walked into the kitchen area to make some coffee when his phone started ringing. Pulling it out and leaning back on the kitchen counter he looked at the name on the screen before he put it to his ear.

"Governor, how are you today?"

"Fine, thank you Detective. I've been thinking about your request to recruit more members to your team. Considering the action your people have already seen, and the results you have all supplied, and from what I hear from Laura's office bigger fish are about to be fried, I think it is reasonable for you to request more people, and I am sure we can find the money in the budget for their wages." Since joining the Untouchables and getting Harker's backing all the teams wages had increased at least twice of what they had been. "How many do you think will be needed?"

Marcus considered the question. "To be honest Ma'am, I am not really sure. I would want to be as careful picking anyone new as I was picking my original crew, but with your ok I'll start putting out some feelers?"

"Absolutely, please feel free to. I will bow to your judgement, it's been perfect so far ... oh, and Marcus, please, call me Elizabeth, or even Liz, I think we can do away with the formalities, don't you?"

Was that a flirty tone in her voice, Cole wondered, a small smile on his lips. "Thank you ... Liz, I would like that."

"Good, then I will let you get on with your work. Please do stay in touch, Marcus."

Again with that tone. "I absolutely will, Liz, count on it."

After they had hung up Marcus chuckled to himself. He couldn't remember if Harker was married or not, but he knew when a woman was flirting with him. Not that he minded, for an older woman she was still fit he thought.

 

[PennySaver]

Abigail 'Abby' Riland

Abby had finished her shift at 6pm, only to remain in her office for another hour as she spoke with Officer Kristine Wright about her new partner. Kristine had been on the job just short of a year and had, thus far, kept her nose clean. Her new partner, though, was one of the most corrupt cops in the Precinct. He was pressuring her to participate in his corruption, telling her that it was necessary to go along to get along.

Kristine had hoped that her Sergeant would have a solution. Instead, Abby told her, "Go along to get along, Officer Wright."

Abby could see in the younger cop's face that she'd expected something different. She continued, "Go along to get along. If you are offered money, take it. If you are asked to ignore something you saw or heard ... ignore it. If he lets a perp' walk ... if he confiscates drugs or cash or a gun and somehow it doesn't end up being logged in ... let it happen--"

"But Sergeant," Kristine interrupted,

"And then...!" Abby cut her off. "Then ... you bring this to me."

Abby instructed Kristine to record each and every act of corruption she saw: "Every penny, every bag of dope, every free cup of coffee or pizza or back seat blowjob. You bring that information to me. If you take money, you bring it to me. And when the time is right ... we will take this bastard down."

Kristine considered what her supervisor was proposing, finally asking, "Why now?"

Abby didn't understand the question, inquiring, "Why now what?"

"Why now?" Kristine repeated. "This Precinct ... the whole CCPD ... it was corrupt long before I joined it, and it will be corrupt long after I leave it, whether that's tomorrow, next year, or upon my retirement twenty years from now. Why should I think that you and I can fix this now?"

"Because things are changing," Abby answered. She smiled knowingly, repeating, "Because things are changing."

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Abby was as The Lucky Penny playing darts when she looked up to see the person for whom she'd been waiting walk through the door. She smiled to acknowledge his arrival, then looked back to the other dart player and said, "I have to quit, sorry."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, stepping up intimately close to her. "Forfeit is a loss. You know the wager. You suggested it."

Abby smiled knowingly at the man. Yeah, she knew the bet, alright: best of 5 games; if he lost, he paid her $500; if she lost, she went with him to his apartment -- conveniently located on the block kitty-corner to the bar -- and they fucked until he could fuck no more.

Yeah, sure, Abby shouldn't have made such a wager: she was a married woman. But her bastard of a husband was bumping uglies with a woman in his office, so why not?

"Tell you what," she said. "I don't have time for this tonight ... darts or the payoff, should I lose. So, I toss three darts. I put two of'em in the bullseye, I win. I miss ... I treat you to a night you won't soon forget ... only ... not tonight ... tomorrow."

He studied her a moment, then clarified his side of the wager: "$500...?" Abby nodded, but he said, "I dunno. Sounds risky. Maybe I win and you never come back here. I don't know you for Jane."

Abby pulled a wad of darts winnings from earlier in the week out of the pocket of her tight fitting jeans, tossed $500 on the table at which they'd been sitting, and said, "I lose, you get this ... and you fuck me tomorrow ... if you put up a grand."

"A thousand?" he asked in surprise. But looking her up and down as he had so many times this night and imagining what she looked like with her clothes off, he pulled out ten $100 bills, tossed them onto the table, and stuck his hand out, saying, "It's a bet ... for three out of three."

It was Abby's turn to laugh, but after a moment she took his hand, shook it, and said, "Deal."

She took the darts from him, stepped up to the line, and looked over to the bar where the Untouchable was patiently waiting for her. Then, looking back to and studying the board, Abby lifted one dart after another after the last and skillfully put all three of them right in the middle.

She turned to retrieve her money, not even looking to the man as she said, "Been a pleasure."

"Hey, wait a minute!" he objected. Moving at her, he said, "You hustled me, bitch!"

He reached out to grab her, which turned out to be a mistake as he ended up face down on the floor with his arm extended up behind him in a scream-inducing twist that was just a couple of pounds of force short of bone-breaking or joint-dislodging.

"Not smart," she said softly as she leaned down over him. Then, to ensure that he truly understood his error, Abby pulled the badge from where it had been hidden in another pants pocket and flashed it to him. She released her grip on his hand and wrist and headed for the bar, saying over her shoulder, "Probably not a good idea that you come back here again."

At the bar, Abby tossed a hundred onto the counter, told the bartender to apply it to her standing bar tab, looked to the Untouchable, and said, "I want in ... and I have a bonus badge for you, too ... a young cop I think can do you as much good as I can. And I'm good!"

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus had asked McCauley to approach Abby as he knew her so well. Devon didn't mind at all, though it had been a few years since they had seen one another he had found it felt good to see her again. In his time as a TO he had shepherded many Boots through the door. Some, a small few, he had washed out but the majority he had found something in them that he could mentor and feed. Sometimes people joined the police because they wanted to protect and serve, sometimes because they wanted a legal way to carry a gun and shoot people, sometimes because they had nowhere else to go and were looking for a purpose. Abby had been the latter.

When she had been given to him she was fresh from the Academy, bright eyed and bushytailed, but he had seen that she carried some emotional baggage. As they spent more time together and she had opened up he realised that having to quit college was eating at her. The way her folks had tried so hard to give her the life they wanted for her, a life neither of them had had, but how no matter how hard they worked the money had just run out and it had been Abby who suffered. She had joined the Police because she didn't think she had anywhere else to go. By the time Devon was done with her she had almost completely changed. Now she had purpose, drive, she wanted to be the best police officer she could be. McCauley had given her a glowing review, even suggesting she would make an excellent TO herself one day. After 9/11 he had seen how some of the other officers had treated her, or distanced themselves from her. Talking in whispers behind her back, giving her looks that were hostile or confused. How at one point no one had wanted to patrol with her until Devon had stepped up. Seeing a respected older Sergeant do such a thing had silence a lot of the bigotry and racists, Abby had silence the rest by not bending or responding to their provocation. She had simply done her job, and done it well. Eventually she won them all to her side and now any of them would protect her back in a second.

As he had watched her play darts, then take down the idiot who had tried to strong arm her, Devon had smiled. He recalled introducing darts to her at the cop bar when she was just a rookie. Back then she couldn't hit the broadside of a barn from the inside with a dart, now look at her? As she had walked up to him he slipped from his bar stool.

"I want in ... and I have a bonus badge for you, too ... a young cop I think can do you as much good as I can. And I'm good!" Abby stated.

"Oh, I know how good you are, I trained you remember?" McCauley grinned and nodded at the door. "Lets walk and I'll fill you in."

Twenty minutes later they were sitting on a bench overlooking the river, cups of coffee in their hands as they talked. Devon had filled Abby in on everything. Everything The Untouchables had done, everything they were going to do, he even told her they worked with Emelia. That had been a sore point between Marcus and Devon when they had talked of bringing Abby into the fold. Cole had been against telling her about the D'Angelo link, but Devon had insisted, stating he either told Abby everything she was walking into or he wouldn't bring her in at all. Marcus had backed down, trusting to Devon's instinct about the police sergeant.

"But you say the Emelia D'Angelo is still doing the protection racket? That doesn't sound like a very upstanding person to me." Abby had remarked.

Devon smiled and shrugged as he got comfortable on the bench. "Depends how you think about it, Abby. You know only to well how much insurance prices are these days, and I mean legal insurance ... though at their prices they should be jailed in my opinion. Ok, now think if someone came into your home and said they wanted you to pay the least amount of insurance possible, but this insurance would not only pay out fast if anything happened, but they would actively keep you and your home safe from burglars or anyone trying to cause you harm. You'd probably never have cold callers again." He laughed, then glanced at her. "Back in the 20's in New York and all major cities in America the mob did protection rackets, but then came The Commission. All the heads of the crime families met, they agreed a code of sorts. Now I'm not saying all of them didn't blackmail and harass people into paying way to much protection money or else their shop got burned down, but the smart few realised it was better to get lots of a small regular amount that the shop owners wanted to pay, than have to go through the bother of bending them by force and maybe end up with a burnt out shop and no money at all. Emelia D'Angelo is going one better. She is respecting the people she is offering this to. No threats, no violence, not retribution if they decline." He turned on the bench to look at his old rookie. "What would you choose?"

Abby shrugged and nodded. "Put like that I see your point. Ok, fine, I'll withhold judgement until I've seen her in action, fair enough?"

"Fair enough, now .... tell me about this other badge you think we might be interested in."

 

[PennySaver]

Abby Riland and Devon McCauley:

"Jesus, it's so good to see you again," Abby told Devon as they walked down the sidewalk toward a park bench overlooking the river. "I've meant to call you so often, but..."

She paused a moment to consider her words. Devon had quit the force after his family had died, of course, but Abby had known -- or at the least believed -- that part of his retirement had been because of the rampant corruption within the Department.

Abby had hated then and hated now that corruption, and she'd wanted to do something about it over her 22 years on the Force. But it was like cleaning the home of a lifelong hoarder: where the hell do you start? Every time she'd considered contacting Devon, Abby had remembered that -- although she'd never taken money herself -- she was still part of that corrupt organization from which he'd left.

They got coffee, sat, and talked. Abby admitted her shock regarding the D'Angelo link. But from Devon's description, it sounded as though she was honestly trying to change, even end, the Organized Crime situation. After all, Devon pointed out, it was Emelia who'd come to Marcus, not the other way around.

The Protection Rackets were a serious issue for Abby and for good reason. She'd had to give up college because the Protection Rackets had cost her parents money, either directly to protect their own businesses when they'd owned them or indirectly when they'd worked for companies that were paying those insurance fees.

But Devon explained what Emelia was attempting, and -- believe it or not -- Abby had already begun seeing the effects, at least regarding the Protection Rackets. Just in her own Precinct alone, Abby had initially seen a rise in crime against businesses and citizens, only to then see a rise in assaults against -- and even two murders of -- men suspected of committing those crimes.

"What would you choose?" Devon asked regarding legal insurance companies that really only cared about profits and Emelia D'Angelo's version of protection that -- while still about earning money -- might possibly be better for the customers.

"Put like that, I see your point," Abby agreed. She still had reservations about the Rackets, but she'd always been open minded and willing to give new things -- or in this case, reworked old things -- a chance.

Done with that part of the conversation, Devon, told her, "...tell me about this other badge you think we might be interested in."

"Officer Wright," Abby began, clarifying, "Kristine. Been on the force a year, give or take a couple of weeks. Smart, intuitive ... dedicated. I was her TO initially. She impressed me."

She looked to Devon, seeing in his face that there was one thing he truly needed to know about her. "And she's clean"

Abby told Devon about Kristine's new partner and the promise that Abby had made her. With a firm tone, she said, "You want me ... you take her."

She smiled; she knew which way he would go even without knowing Kristine. Abby stood suddenly, saying, "Hey, come with me. I want to show you something."

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Ten minutes later, they were standing along the inside wall of the gymnasium of the local YWCA. A couple of dozen women were engaged in a self-defense course at one end that was partially covered in floor mats, while at the other end a dozen men were playing basketball; they were using rims that were on the side walls, giving them a truncated full court experience.

"The YMCA's gym is being renovated," Abby explained, knowing Devon would wonder about the presence of so many men at a women's institution. She watched the men -- some Adonis-like, others couch potatoes -- rush back and forth across the court, then turned her attention back to the paired-up women who were practicing. She pointed, saying, "That's Kristine."

The young police officer was demonstrating a technique with which most women could effectively shed a man who'd grabbed them from behind; her partner was one of the class's 3 male instructors. She explained the technique, showed the steps in slow motion, reset, and separated herself with skill. She repeated it three more times, then put the women together in pairs to practice.

They were interrupted when -- for the umpteenth time and likely not accidentally -- a basketball came flying through the class's matted area. Kristine collected the ball, but as the men called for its return, she took a different tact: with great accuracy, she turned and threw it up into a corner of the gym's overhead, where it bounced around a half dozen times and finally lodged in a gap between bleacher seats.

"What the fuck?" one of the BBall players chastised, immediately heading her direction. Others followed behind him, though not with the same enthusiasm and obvious anger. "Now, why'd you do and do that?"

As Kristine responded, essentially accusing the men of disrupting the class intentionally, Abby leaned closer to Devon and whispered, "Watch this."

The man bitching at Kristine stopped just inches from her, continuing his rant and, now, tossing in lots of inappropriate comments about the weaker sex. Kristine, for her part, simply stood there in silence, though -- apparent to anyone in the know -- with a ready stance.

Then, the man made his first mistake: he jabbed an extended finger into Kristine's chest, right between her tits. In a flash, she snatched the man's wrist, twisted it around quick and hard, and sent the screeching man down onto his back on the mat beneath their feet.

As she held him in place, crying like a little baby, several of his play mates, started his direction. The instant response was that the male instructors and even some of the more confident female students cut them off. The BBall players slowed to a stop.

"I've seen this before," Abby told Devon. She was smiling wide as she added, "I always get such a kick out of it. That girl can be mean."

"Say you're sorry," Kristine was telling the man. As he cussed her out, she twisted his wrist more tightly, causing him to cry out even louder. She taunted him, "Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry!" he finally cried out. When Kristine released her hold, he stood, rubbed his aching wrist a moment ... then charged her, making his second mistake, as he threatened, "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass, you cunt dike bitch."

Thirty seconds later, after Kristine had sent him back to the mats three more times, he just lay; he was bleeding from his nose and mouth, and by the end of the night his eyes and lips would be swollen and black and blue. Only then did she see Abby waving her over. She smiled and joined the two, asking, "What's up, Sarge?"

The Sergeant gestured to Devon, saying, "Well, I'll let him tell you."

 

[PennySaver]

ADA Laura Shovelli and Teddy Yarrow

(Continued from here)

The young cop's thick cock felt so incredible slipping in and out of the ADA's pussy. It had been almost two months since she'd had the time for sex, and even then, it had been with a woman, not a man.

Oh, Belinda Carmichael had been a wonderful experience, of course, Laura's first female lover in quite a while. But sometimes, a girl just needed cock.

When Teddy confessed to having fantasized about her for so long, Laura couldn't help but laugh with joy. She was just a little bit his senior, being 28 to his 20. Just how long could he have started fantasizing about her without any thing that they might have done with one another been a Federal Crime?

Teddy looked like a god-damned kid below her as she manipulated back and forth atop his lap. As she kissed him, she had flashbacks to when, at 17, she'd claimed the virginity of a classmate who had been just 15. It, like this, had been hot and passionate and had been something she'd so desperately needed.

The pleasure rising within her, beginning at her love canal and spreading up through her body, encompassing her and promising to deliver the euphoria she so badly wanted was suddenly interrupted by the sound of her Assistant's voice over the intercom, asking, "Miss Shovelli, are you available for a call?"

Laura slowed her movements, drawing and releasing a deep breath of exasperation; she'd always had trouble cumming if interrupted, whether by a phone call or a roommate's sudden appearance or by her lover's decision to change up what they were doing to one another.

Reaching grasped the edge of her desk and pulled the rolling office chair holding the pair of them toward it. She pressed the intercom button, and snapped, "I'm busy, Michelle!"

"It's District Attorney Hamilton, ma'am," the PA said.

Laura's forehead dropped down onto Teddy's shoulder as she sighed. Reluctantly, she said, "Put him through."

Laura and Gregory Hamilton exchanged greetings, after which the District Attorney launched into a monologue about the actions her office was taking regarding the D'Amato Crime Family, the attacks on the Sarah Leigh Long Drug Treatment Facility and the Elmhurst home of the D'Angelo Crime Family, and more; intermixed with his comments and questions on these and more were his subtle jabs about how he didn't think she was handling the cases to the best of her ability and in the best interest of the public.

The conversation was, of course, very important. But if Teddy had any thoughts about whether or not Laura thought they should pause fucking, she answered that question by returning slowly to rocking her hips to and fro over him, taking his full length in and out of her in a way that was seriously stimulating her oh-so-sensitive clit.

"Is everything okay there?" Hamilton asked at one point when Laura's breathing had reached the definition of moaning.

"Everything's fine, sir," she said, telling him, "my, um ... my masseuse is tending to an issue I'm having with my back, is all."

Hamilton laughed. "Oh, well, thank goodness. I mean, it almost sounded like you were ... you know..."

"Having sex, sir?" Laura asked, immediately laughing. "No sir, nothing like that. Lana simply has a full schedule, and I didn't want to--"

"No, no, Laura ... no need to explain," Hamilton said. "I understand you've been working long hours."

He returned to his questions, comments, and gentle chastising over her cases. As he did, Laura put her mouth close to Teddy's ear, whispering, "He's been wanting to do this to me almost from the day I came to work for him."

Laura squeezed her vaginal muscles teasingly, then again, then returned to her slow, methodical, in and out of his full length. She realized that -- despite having slowed their actions -- the pleasure was pushing her toward orgasm. She spoke toward the speaker phone, "I don't mean ... mean to sound ... impatient, sir ... but--"

"Yes, yes, I understand," Hamilton said. "You have work to do. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Please come see me in my office sometime before noon, okay, Laura?"

"Yes!" she said with a bit too much excitement; she'd passed the point of no return and knew that orgasm was just seconds away.

"Okay, well, then..." Hamilton responded, still questioning what he was hearing over the line. He finished, "Tomorrow then."

"Yes ... tomorrow!" Laura said before slapping a hand upon the disconnect button. A moment later, she threw her head back as the euphoria of orgasm exploded through her.

 

[PennySaver]

Untouchables HQ

Philip Russo had to go through four sets of security checks to get from the streets of Capital City into the Batcave: his driver tapped in a code at the parking garage's first gate and swiped his card; after the first gate closed behind him, he repeated the process with a second code and swiped the card in a different fashion that a stranger with the card would never have understood; after the SUV passed through that gate and parked, yet a third code -- no card this time, though -- was tapped into the pad at the elevator; and last but not least, once the elevator had reached the 4th floor, a fourth code had to be entered to get the elevator doors to open.

And every step of the way, at least one camera had been aimed at them, sometimes as many as four. Philip knew he was being watched, though honestly, he had no idea that Mephisto and Marcus had added extra ones of which even he and Emelia had no knowledge.

Once in the office, Philip greeted the Untouchables present, asked about those not, then -- even before Marcus had finished his answer -- cut him off with, "She'd like to see you, Detective. Now."

 

[Gabe619]

ADA Laura Shovelli and Teddy Yarrow

When the intercom buzzed Teddy was about ready to smash it with his fist, anything to stop Laura from slipping off his cock. It also made him jump a mile in the air in shock and so sent his cock ramming deeper into the sexy ADA. However as Laura pushed them closer to her desk so she could answer the intrusive call, something that Teddy felt sure must have looked ludicrous if someone had been watching them, he gripped her hips and lay back a little to see what would happen.

The fact she hadn't stop their fun told him she didn't want off of his dick anymore than he wanted her off it, in fact as she took the call he felt her hips moving slowly, teasingly almost. The fact her boss could hear them and that Laura was keeping up the conversation only made Teddy more horny. He thought, for a flicker of a second, of calling out in sexual pleasure, but although he smiled at the thought he did not want to get Laura into trouble. Even more so when she whispered how Hamilton had been trying to fuck her since the day she joined the DA's office. One of the most powerful men in the city hadn't managed to get into Shovelli's panties, and yet lowly street cop Teddy Yarrow had. That made him feel pretty damn good about himself.

He let his hands roam her body as she talked about a masseur working her over and so explaining the odd tone of her voice. First he cupped her firm ass, then slid his fingers up her back marvelling at her satin soft skin, then down her arms before cupping her small, but perfect breasts in his hands, staring at the as they moved up and down before his eyes. He teased her nipples, pinching lightly, squeezing the breast before she finally hung up with Hamilton.

And a second later she screamed in orgasmic bliss, her hand gripping his shoulders, her head back, her eyes closed, her tight pussy squeezing up and down his cock as he thrust up into her one last time before he joined her in the orgasm, his hands back on her ass squeezing it hard as his cock shot load after load of thick cum deep into her body. After a good half a dozen big loads Teddy fell back on the chair, panting, red faced, sweating lightly as he smiled in satisfaction. In impulse he leaned in and kissed her quickly, not sure why, but feeling a need to. He knew some women thought making out and kissing to intimate when just having sex for fun and he could understand it he guess. He let her ass go and laid his arms on the chair rests.

"And to think .... I never wanted to bring those damn warrants in the first place." He laughed. "I sure will bring all the others though ... you know, just in case you need any help clarifying a video."

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus looked out of the SUV's passenger window as they drove out of the city and into the country where Elmhurst was situated. It was almost hypnotic, the smooth sound of the tires on the road, the greenery passing by, the sun in the sky. He had been a little confused why Emelia had sent Phillip to get him, he was sure the man had way more important things to be doing right now rather than chauffeuring Cole around. She could of simply called him and he would of driven over. It made him wonder if something else had happened, something important enough to send her right hand man to collect the detective. Philip, as always, was tight lipped on Emelia's wants, though he had loosened up enough around Marcus that the two men chatted about other less important things during the drive.

The passed through the main entrance at the front of the grounds where new, thicker, though still ornate metal gates were in the process of being hung. In fact a small army of people seemed to be out and about. Only the occasional guard was to be seen amongst the gardeners, masons and other hard working people trying to erase the signs of the battle that had taken place here not so long ago. They pulled up in front of the doors which had been replaced and even the brick work had been fixed so no bullet holes of damage from the explosives showed now. In fact you would think the entire affair had never taken place.

Philip led Marcus inside and into a downstairs drawing room, telling the detective to wait there and Emelia would be in to see him in a moment. Marcus felt the usual excitement when he knew he would be seeing the gorgeous Donna of the D'Angelo family, but he tried to act cool, sitting on the couch, crossing his legs and just admiring the art work on the walls.

 

[PennySaver]

ADA Laura Shovelli and Teddy Yarrow, and introducing Gale Harmon

Laura was just beginning her descent from her wondrous and badly needed sexual climax when she heard, saw, and felt her young lover launched into his own orgasm. She watched Teddy closely as his eyes closed, his head fell back, and his mouth opened to release a grunting groan of delight; down lower, she could feel his body twitch as his cock shock wad after wad of thick cum into her.

She was surprised when, as he himself descended from his euphoric high, Teddy lifted his head closer to kiss her on the lips. It made her smile, then chuckle softly. He was such a kid, relative to other lovers of hers; how many men -- her age and older -- had Laura had sex with without their mouths ever meeting in a kiss? Fuck, yes; suck, yes; but kiss?

"And to think..." Teddy said between deep breaths, "...I never wanted to bring those damn warrants in the first place."

"Someone had to do it," Laura mused, leaning down to return the kiss, this time a bit longer, a bit more intimately.

"I sure will bring all the others though," he promised, "...you know, just in case you need any help clarifying a video."

Laura looked past Teddy to the laptop and smiled devilishly. His back was to the desk, so he didn't realize that the video was still on the screen, just paused and, therefore, no longer sounding in the ear buds that they had been and still were sharing. She reached past the young man, tapped the mouse pad, and suddenly they were once again hearing the grunts, groans, and cries of the Councilman, State Senator, and Personal Assistant as they fucked at Davis's desk.

"You're a great kid, Jumpstreet," Laura said as she pulled the bud from her ear, then retrieved the one in his. "I'm glad you were the one to come."

Laura thought she saw something new in Teddy's expression. That nickname, of course, been given to him by his Untouchable partner, Zhang "Kitty" Yuqi, who'd been his first and only lover -- until now. Of course, Laura couldn't know that.

She kissed him once more, then dismounted, gathered her clothing from the floor, and headed for her office's attached bathroom as she said, "There are tissues to your right. Clean up. I'll be out in a second."

After she'd used toilet paper and a warm washcloth to deal with the combined bodily fluids running down the insides of her thighs, Laura returned to her office and smiled to the young cop, telling him, "I have someone I want you to meet. But first--"

Laura looked Teddy up and down again, shaking her head just slightly as she let out a low, soft, but audible growl. She complimented, "Officer Yarrow, I have to tell you ... I needed that ... and I want you to know that I both appreciate you and would like to have you, um ... deliver warrants again in the future..."

She wanted to explain that if they did something like this again in the future, it would have to be done with less danger of being caught in the act. She was the Senior Assistant District Attorney of Capital City -- her new title following some of her more recent work -- and she couldn't be caught with a young cop's cock ramming in and out of her pussy in her office while she watched what would have been considered porn if it also hadn't had a case number and the flashing word Evidence in the lower left corner.

Instead, Laura pressed a button on her intercom and asked, "Michelle, is Officer Harmon here yet?"

"Yes, ma'am," the Receptionist returned. "He's walking in the door now."

"Send him in, please," Laura said. She smoothed her clothes, ran her hand through her hair after turning to a piece of artwork on the wall with a mirror backing, and then -- with a smirk -- told Teddy, "I would prefer that you kept to yourself what we just did here ... and ... if you do happen to deliver more--"

The door opened, interrupting her. Laura instantly donned a please smile as she came around her desk, saying with delight to the sharply dressed Uniform, "Gale, so wonderful to see you. Thanks for dropping by."

Gale Harmon smiled to Laura with similar delight and, as the distance between them closed, shared a hug that revealed their apparent friendship. "It's nice to see--"

Out of the corner of his eye, Gale caught sight of Teddy. He looked the younger cop up and down, smiled in a way that might very well have seemed a bit hungry in nature, then asked the SADA, "And who's this?"

"Gale, this is CCPD Officer Teddy Yarrow," Laura introduced them, gesturing an inviting hand toward the man whose cock had just emptied his balls into her minutes earlier. "Teddy, Officer Gale Harmon, also of Capital City Police but, more specifically, my Liaison to the Governor's Office regarding the Task Force of which you are a member."

Gale stepped forward and extended a hand, saying with obvious delight, "You're an Untouchable. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Behind them, Laura laughed. If Teddy had gaydar, he might have picked up just the slightest bit of indication that Gale was gay, what the typical Hollywood movie thought was stereotypical of all gay men: the walk, the tone, the glances. Oh, it wasn't so obvious that Gale screamed Queen, of course, but someone whose gaydar was keen might have picked up on it.

"He doesn't play for your team, Gale," Laura said, "so you can forgo hitting on the man."

She wasn't in any way outing Gale Harmon. Although it wasn't something he flaunted to people who didn't know him, Gale's sexual orientation had been public knowledge to his friends and family since his mid-teens. He'd taken some shit for it then and later, as so many gay men did; it had been a problem in the Academy and in the first years after graduation, but Gale had learned to deal with it through means appropriate for which ever individual or group of individuals was turning it into an issue.

It helped, of course, that he was one helluva a fucking good cop. In his first year on the force, he'd prevented a school shooting, saved not one but two partners from being killed while on patrol, and rushed into a burning retirement home to pull out an elderly woman and her two great-grandchildren after a collapsing wall had trapped them. He had been on the force just 8 years and already had 6 commendations.

Anyone who knew him and knew the job of a CCPD Officer couldn't give a rat's ass that he preferred cock to pussy.

Regarding what she and Teddy had just done and playing ignorant, Laura quickly added with humor, "Or maybe Officer Yarrow does, I dunno." She winked to Teddy, finishing, "Officer Yarrow and I don't really know one another that much."

She turned for her desk, launching into the reason for Gale's presence. A hidden microphone had been discovered in Governor Harker's office recently, raising concerns that Organized Crime elements might have been listening in on meetings that had included conversations about the Organized Crime Task Force. "In addition, one of our teams that was transporting witnesses was ... set upon by armed gunmen. We were not able to uncover who these men were as they scattered like the cockroaches they were at the first approaching siren.

"This had raised concerns in the Governor's office," Laura continued as she found a file folder and came out from behind her desk again to hand it to Gale. Then, looking to Teddy, she said, "I already informed your boss that I want Gale on the team. I want him in the Untouchables. And Detective Cole has agreed. So..."

She looked between the two men, smiled with obvious delight, waved them out of her office playfully, and said, "Go! Go catch bad guys. I have things to do."

Gale shook hands with Laura, saying with a respectful tone, "Thank you, Miss Shovelli." Shaking hands with Teddy again, he said, "It is an honor to be on the team, and I can't wait to meet the rest of it."

He looked between the two of them with a knowing expression, then said with obvious understanding, "I'll give the two of you a moment--" He looked to Teddy, finishing, "--and I'll meet you out in the hallway."

After Gale had left the room, Laura looked to Teddy; her face was red with a blush, something that didn't happen to her often and something for which she was now very embarrassed. She reluctantly confessed, "You can't keep anything a secret from that man. I hope that didn't embarrass you."

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia with Marcus at Elmhurst

"This is about the only room on the main floor that didn't take damage during the Traditori attack," Philip told Marcus as he escorted him into the elegantly appointed room. Smirking and taking on a faux-English tone of servitude, the bodyguard said, "Donna D'Angelo will be down shortly, m'lord."

It was less than two minutes later that Emelia appeared, looking hot as hell is an outfit that was less there than there; her young, firm C-cups were practically falling out, her flat belly was well displayed down to the skirt clinging low on her hips, and -- in tall, 5-inch heels -- her legs looked as if they'd had a foot of perfection added to each.

She paused as Marcus caught sight of her, held her arms out to her sides, and did a slow, full turn to give him a thorough review of her. Then, giggling, she asked, "Whaddaya think...? Too much?"

From the hallway beyond the still open door, Philip -- who wasn't watching them but could still hear all -- called back, "She means too little!"

Emelia turned back to the door, throwing it shut as she told her bodyguard, "Don't you have cupcakes to frost?"

Turning back to Marcus, she explained, "The pastry chef who comes in on Fridays -- a young beauty for whom Philip gets a stiffy every time she shows up -- is making cupcakes for a thing I have going on this weekend ... a celebration of the reopening of Elmhurst."

As she was talking, Emelia was moving slowly through the room, first toward Marcus, then sliding past him so closely that he could most definitely pick up on the musk wafting from her skin. Continuing through the room and gesturing about it, she asked, "Whaddaya think about this place?"

She looked back to Marcus, smiled, looked him up and down, then looked away and continued, "This was my father's favorite room in the entire house. It's an almost exact reproduction of the drawing room from the home of a Scottish Lord whose name I don't recall."

That was a lie; not the part about the reproduction or the Scottish Lord but of Emelia not recalling that the original room had been part of Hutton Castle in Berwickshire, Scotland, the home of Sir William Burrell, one of the world's greatest art collectors.

"You know, there are four of these rooms in the house," Emelia continued, looking back to Marcus. "My father was a European history buff of sorts. There's this, a Scottish room. Down the hall is a French one. On the second floor is a German one. And, of course -- what with us being Italian -- the entire third floor, the one with Daddy's bed chamber and office and library and such ... well, they're all of Italian design ... Sicilian where appropriate, but not..."

She smiled, realizing that she was beginning to ramble. She looked to Marcus again, struck a pose, and explained, "I'm going dancing Saturday night ... private event, very safe ... only people I know I can trust." She'd been walking Marcus's direction as she talked, now saying with a tone that was almost seductive, "I'd like you to go with me ... be my date, I guess."

There was a knock on the door, to which Emelia hollered, "Come!"

Philip opened the heavy wood barrier, and a young servant carried in a tray holding coffee, cookies, and all the necessities. Emelia gestured her to set it down, then poured a cup for Marcus and another for herself. She playfully waved Philip out of the room as he feigned a concerned glare of protection, then moved up near to Marcus again, sipping before asking, "Care to go dancing with me, Detective?"

 

[Gabe619]

As Laura had dismounted and gathered her clothing, Teddy could help watching her, stealing every second he could of her naked body as she walked to the private bathroom instructing him to clean up. He grabbed the tissues and started to do just that, standing by her desk. He could still feel her kiss on his lips, not the one he had given her, but then one she had returned more passionately. He felt proud for some reason, maybe Laura compliments about his cock and how good he had made her feel were the reason, but whatever it was he stood a little taller, shoulder back a little more, he felt ... older, more experienced. As all he had to do was wipe his cock and pull his pants back up he was fully dressed when Laura reappeared and looked him over with a growl.

"Officer Yarrow, I have to tell you ... I needed that ... and I want you to know that I both appreciate you and would like to have you, um ... deliver warrants again in the future..." She said making him smile even more.

Already images of them together again were running through his mind, fucking her over her desk, against the big window overlooking the plaza below, against the door to her office where her PA sat just outside, oddly every place he imagined provided some form of risk. He guessed the call she had taken while riding him had stimulated his sexual imagination in a way he hadn't considered before, though Kitty seemed to enjoy sex in place people might catch them. However a moment later Laura was talking to her PA, asking for an Officer Harmon to be shown in. Not sure what to do Teddy moved away from her desk so it didn't look odd he was standing so close to her. He watched her smooth down her dress, his eyes following ever movement of her hands.

"I would prefer that you kept to yourself what we just did here ... and ... if you do happen to deliver more--" Laura began to say, but before she could finish, and Teddy could respond, the door opened and Officer Harmon walked in.

As Laura and Gale hugged, Teddy felt a flash of jealousy about how cosy they looked. It was stupid to feel that way he immediately realised and smiled at his ridiculous emotions. He had always carried his heart on his sleeve and more than once he had been the target of jokes at his expense at the Academy, but after fucking Laura just the once he already felt they were a thing, which they most certainly were not. If he did have a 'thing' it was with Kitty, but there again he was confused and lost. He got the impression Kitty didn't label anything, particularly anything to do with sex. He sighed at how confusing this new found sexual appeal of his was seeming.

As Laura introduced Teddy and Gale to each other the strapping uniformed officer shook Teddys hand and told him what a pleasure it was to meet him. For his part Teddy simply smiled and nodded to the compliment, but then he heard Shovelli laugh and looked over at her quizzically.

"He doesn't play for your team, Gale," Laura said, "so you can forgo hitting on the man."

Teddy was still holding Gales hand, and Gale was still smiling at him when the penny finally dropped. Teddy, to his great relief, didn't let Gale go as if he had just been shocked by electricity, he managed to end the handshake mutually, but he did for some reason feel shy again. Teddy wasn't homophobic, far from it, one of his best friends at High School, Andy Williams, had come out gay in his final year, probably because everyone had pretty much guessed it anyway. Teddy had been confused why some of their friends had suddenly not wanted to be around Andy anymore. It wasn't as if Andy coming out had changed him. He still looked the same, he still enjoyed off color jokes, he and Teddy still played a ton of computer games. In Teddy's mind nothing had changed. What difference did it make that Andy preferred cock to pussy? As it turned out Andy had done better romantically than Teddy had and was now with a long time boyfriend and couldn't be happier.

"Or maybe Officer Yarrow does, I dunno." Laura winked to Teddy, finishing, "Officer Yarrow and I don't really know one another that much."

That got Teddy's eyebrows to shoot up as he shot a look at Laura, a look that Gale couldn't see luckily. Both because of her saying they didn't know each other well ... which, ok, Teddy supposed was technically true even if they had swapped bodily fluids in this very office a few minutes ago, but also insinuating that maybe Teddy was bi, she certainly knew he wasn't gay, that was for sure. But then his expression really got confussled as Laura explained how Gale was now on the team of Untouchables and Marcus knew all about it. Talk about throwing a grenade into the room! As the SADA brought the meeting to an end and Gale bowed out to 'give them both a moment', Teddy turned to Laura. Alone again he felt his new found confidence coming back and wondered why it had vanished when Gale had appeared. Was he feeling threatened by the handsome cop, that he might have more experience than Teddy and show Jumpstreet up somehow? Well, it was a done deal that Gale DID have more experience, but Teddy had been thrown in the deep end, a deep end that could have easily killed him and yet here he was.

"We don't know each other that well?" Teddy repeated to her as he moved closer. "I get the feeling that Brad Pitt there figured something out just looking at us ... or does it smell of sex in here?" He was smiling as he slipped an arm around Laura's slim waist and brought her close to him. "Till the next time SADA Shovelli." He then planted a long deep kiss on her before letting her go, winking and leaving the office to find Gale outside.

"I guess I better take you to the Batcave and introduce you to everyone, well, everyone who's there at least."

The two men fell into step as they left the court building, Teddy filling in Gale on anything he could remember that might be of importance and it was a lot. The media had reported on some of the Untouchables operations, but by no means all of them. Teddy was trying to make sure Gale got a complete picture so nothing tripped him up. By the time they got to the Hanson Building and parked and made there way up to the apartment HQ, only Mephisto was there. Teddy showed Gale around the place, getting nods and whistles of approval from the uniformed officer.

"This is Mephisto, our legal hacker." Teddy stated as he and Gale moved up to the hackers work station.

"Legal hacker, Mr. Yarrow? That would be a contradiction in terms I think." Mephisto said swivelling around to look at Gale, then he slowly looked him up and down before a sly smile came to his lips. "It is a real pleasure to have you with us Officer Harmon, a real pleasure." Then with a wink he turned back to his computer leaving Teddy confused. Mephisto was never that nice to anyone.

 

[Gabe619]

Emelia with Marcus at Elmhurst
Marcus slowly stood from where he had taken a seat to await Emelia's arrival, but when she walked in the room fell away and all he could see was her. As he got to his feet he knew his jaw had dropped and he would have to roll his tongue back up from where it was drooling on the carpet. She looked ... he couldn't find the words. Stunning? Beautiful? Sexy? Hot as fuck!! None of them did her justice and as she pirouetted to give him an all over view he wanted time to slow down or stop so he could really appreciate what he was seeing. The door slamming in Philips face brought him back to the here and now and he realised he had missed what Emelia had said, though he started to catch on when she mentioned Philip getting a stiffy for the pastry chef.

"I suppose its good he gets a stiffy for someone. That man needs to relax." Cole smiled.

As she wafted past him and her scent caught his nose it dragged him around to follow her movements, like an old cartoon where the hero comes up on tiptoes when he smells something so good. He looked around the room, taking it again in a whole new light as she described its history. Marcus had always been pretty good at reading people and he smiled slightly as he saw Emelia was just talking to postpone something she wanted to say, when she finally got around to it it almost floored him.

"I'm going dancing Saturday night ... private event, very safe ... only people I know I can trust." She'd been walking in Marcus's direction as she talked, now saying with a tone that was almost seductive, "I'd like you to go with me ... be my date, I guess."

Before he could answer, there was a knock and the coffee arrived, it seemed Emelia wanted the servant to leave fast, not to mention Philip who from the look he gave Emelia was thoroughly enjoying seeing her this uncomfortable. Finally with a cup of coffee in her hands she walked up to Marcus again.

"Care to go dancing with me, Detective?"

He considered the implications, he had to force himself to because every fibre of his being was shouting at him to stop being an idiot and say YES!!. But with Emelia D'Angelo nothing was ever simple.

"A date? Is this ... a protection detail kind of date? You know a date that's not really a date, but has to appear to be a date for those watching?" He blinked, now he was the one rambling. "What I mean is, is this a full service date?" He stopped and realised what he might of just implied. He waved a hand as if to say forget all that, he turned away, he couldn't look at her and think straight he realised. "Ok, ok, what I am trying to get at is whether you trust these other party goers or not if the detective running the Untouchables organised crime task force turns up at a party with Emelia D'Angelo won't that throw a piranha into the fish tank? Won't that kinda get around to everyone? 'Hey, did you hear Detective Marcus Cole is banging Emelia D'Angelo?!'." He threw his hands up theatrically and made a face. "That might not be good for either of us. You could lose face with people you need to be able to lean on right now, and .... I could lose my job."

Fuck his job part of him stated bluntly in his head. He realised he was fighting two parts of himself and that wasn't good when he needed to be able to focus on very important matters. A big part of him had fallen in love with Emelia, he knew it, he no longer tried to deny it to himself. It was there. But the other half, the half that was a cop said this can't happen, not now, maybe when its all over, but not now, you need to cool your heels Casanova. He turned back to her, trying to read her expression.

"Let me just say one thing .... if it was just us, I would dance with you all night long, in a heart beat. I want you to understand that." He licked his lips. "I want to be with you, I want to date you ... I mean be your date ... I mean ..... oh FUCK IT!!! I don't know what I mean."

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia with Marcus at Elmhurst

"I suppose it's good he gets a stiffy for someone," Marcus said about Philip when Emelia spoked of her bodyguard's lust for the pastry chef. "That man needs to relax."

"I think the word you were looking for was laid," Emelia said, laughing aloud and, surprising herself, blushing. "But, relax works, too."

She told him about the room, but -- as Marcus had known -- she was hesitating to explain her real reason for having him come here. When she told him about going out to a dance, her firstly spoke about security.

"It's entirely secure, Detective," she responded, using his CCPD title since he was thinking from a cop's point of view. "This isn't anything new for us, these closed, invitation only events. The guest list includes only people who have undergone background checks and can present a thumb print at the door. There'll be metal detectors and portable scanners, and now -- with things getting rather hairy out there in Capital City -- we even have voice recognition software at the door.

"The location is kept secret until just an hour before it begins," Emelia continued as she walked slowly about the elegant room. She peeked back a couple of times as she went on; each time, she caught Marcus's gaze taking her from her buttocks downward, and when he realized he'd been caught ogling, she smiled in delight. "Guests arrive at one of five locations by which ever form of transportation they wish to use up to that point, after which they board luxury party vans for the short drive to the party. I assure you, it's perfectly safe."

His next concern she had expected as much as she had the first: the Untouchables' leader being seen in public with the Donna of the D'Angelo Crime Family.

"I want to be with you," Marcus said, getting a quick look of surprise from Emelia. He obviously realized how that sounded and corrected quickly, "I want to date you ... I mean be your date ... I mean ..... oh FUCK IT!!! I don't know what I mean."

Again, Emelia laughed long and loud. She moved toward him as she said, "I want you to be my date, too, Marcus ... and I understand what you're saying about us being seen in public together. That's why we won't be seen in public together."

She was standing directly before Marcus again, looking up into the taller man's eyes as she smiled broadly and explained, "It's a Masque. A costume party. Masks, makeup, lots of wild clothes and hair ... no one's going to know who you are unless you tell them who you are. Trust me. My party guy already has the perfect costume for you. I've seen the mockup, and it's great."

Emelia pressed a hand intimately upon Marcus's chest, promising, "The two of us can dance ... and have Champagne ... and sit together in a dark corner and whisper about how we're changing the world together ... and no one will have any idea of what's what or who's who."

There was a knock at the drawing room's door, followed by Philip once again making his presence known. He gave her a nod of his head, which Emelia returned. Looking up to Marcus again, she said, "I have a couple of people to whom I'd like to introduce you."

Philip stepped aside from the door, and two women entered. Each of them was beautiful, young, and seemingly nervous about what was ahead of them. The elder of them Marcus would learn was with one of them being in her mid-teens.



Emelia eagerly gestured them inside, moving toward them and meeting them halfway. She turned, looking to Marcus as she began by indicating the younger of the two women, "Detective, this is Naomi Wilder. You've never met ... but you're responsible for her still being alive."

The teen's expression and body language spoke volumes about her timidness and, to a degree, fear. And yet she was still able to step closer to Marcus, extend her hand, and say, "Thank you, Detective Cole. I'll never be able to repay you for what you and your people did for me. Thank you."

Emelia could see the confusion in Marcus's face, but it really wasn't appropriate to explain who Naomi was at this moment in this company. As Naomi stepped back again, Emelia indicated the other woman and was about to introduce her but got beat to it.

"Jessie King", the older teen said, stepping forward and offering her hand while adding with pride, "Prospect Park Pushers."

Emelia cleared her throat, to which the 18-year-old corrected, "Or ... I used to be."

"The pushers have agreed to disband and abandon their operations," Emelia explained. "In return, I have made arrangements for each of them who wishes it to go back to school ... to have a legitimate job ... to relocate ... whatever works for them. Jessie here starts classes at Capital City University winter term--"

"And Miss D'Angelo found me a job, too," Jessie cut in. When she caught a chastising glance from Emelia, though, she let that subject slide as she reverted to the education topic, "Gotta finish my high school diploma first."

"But she can do it at CCU, so," Emelia said. She turned her attention to the younger female, smiling to the girl as she explained, "And Naomi is going to finish her high school education right here, with me. I've hired the best tutors ... even found a violin teacher."

The girl smiled, saying timidly, "I'm no good at it ... but ... I always wanted to learn."

"And you will," Emelia said, hugging the girl around the shoulders. She looked over her shoulder toward Philip, who invited the girls to return with him back to wherever they'd come from. Once they were gone, a more serious Emelia filled in, "Naomi is the girl who your girls saved on top of Building 9 during the assault on Building 12 in the Jackson Projects ... the girl who was being raped. She's staying with me for now ... possibly for a long now. Her mother was an addict. I put her in one of my treatment facilities just days after the JP, but she got a hold of some strong heroin and OD'd. Naomi needs counseling and someone who'll care for her, so..."

Emelia didn't even begin to explain more about Jessie, though. She wasn't sure how the CCPD Detective and Organized Crime Task Force leader would feel about the Donna of the D'Angelo Crime Family training an 18-year-old former gangbanger to be an assassin.

Another of her Security Force men showed up at the door to tell her something away from Marcus, after which Emelia said, "I have something to take care of, but ... I'll see you Saturday night, yes? Be here at 10pm. My party guy will get you painted and primped."

 

[Gabe619]

As Marcus drove away from Elmhurst he had a lot on his mind. At least his fears of being seen with Emelia at this party had been quelled. A masquerade party, he had never been to one, though had seen them in movies and on tv of course. It actually sounded fun, but he was wondering what garb Emelia had chosen for him to wear. He knew whatever she wore would look incredible and he smiled as he tried to picture all the possibilities. Then his mind went to the two young ladies he had been introduced to.

Naomi had seemed so shy and 'careful' around him. He had just wanted to give her a hug and tell her it would be alright, but just his presence had seemed to make her fearful. But then if she was a survivor of a rape it was to be expected, especially at her young age. He felt a growing anger inside him as he thought of the men ... no, not men, animals ... who had done that to her. It seemed though that Naomi had a guardian angel that night at the projects, or rather two. Jennifer and Kitty. He should be mad, firstly that they did what they did without authorisation and in doing so put the mission at risk, not to mention the teams lives, and secondly that they had hid it from him after the fact. He sighed, but what would he have done in their place? If he had been on that roof top and seen that rape going down and knowing he had the power to stop it, to be like a God reaching out with bullets rather than lightening to kill the evil doers. He would have pulled the trigger too, so would he now be a hypocrite and drag the two girls over the red hot coals for what they had done?

And then there was Jessie. His smile returned as he pictured the young black woman, her fiery attitude, the dark eyes that told him she didn't take shit from anyone, but then growing up running with the Prospect Park Pushers would make anyone tough and hard on the inside. Gang culture gave kids somewhere to belong, he knew that, though Cole didn't agree with it. If families failed, if a kid was alone, if something bad happened to them and they needed to feel protected the gang could offer them that. He could tell at a glance how tough Jessie was, and he wondered what job Emelia had chosen for such a young girl. At least the Donna was forcing Jessie to finish out school, that was a good thing. Despite himself he couldn't help admiring the girls sexiness too. He told himself she was the legal age now so it was ok and chuckled at how damn straight he had gotten he had to find reasons for himself to admire a beautiful girl. He compared Jessie to Camille in his head and where as Camille was voluptuous and curvy and just exuded sex, Jessie was leaner, slimmer, harder but pretty and those tough eyes could look so damn enticing if she just relaxed a little.

He pulled into the Hanson Building garage and made his way up to the apartment to find Teddy, Mephisto and Gale waiting. Cole smiled and took the uniformed officers hand in his, liking the firm grip he received. He had read the mans record after having been told he would have to accept the guy to his team. At first he had been pissed at being forced to take on someone he hadn't vetted himself, but after perusing Gale's file he realised he couldn't have found a better applicant if he had tried. The fact the man was gay made no difference to Marcus at all. When he had been in the Marines he had served with bi and gay men and women and yes, they got some verbal flack from some of the other soldiers, but Cole had found our first hand that they fought just as hard as any straight guy ever had.

"It's a pleasure having you on the team, Officer Harmon, but you need to get out of that uniform." Marcus let himself sigh and close his eyes, it hadn't been a good day for him with words. "I mean we're a totally undercover unit, so check the place out, get comfortable, then we'll see you tomorrow to begin the real work. Here's your pass cards and codes. Memorise the codes and destroy the paper please."

Teddy stepped up. "Do you know where Kitty is, Sir? I haven't seen her for a few days and even Mephisto doesn't seem to know where she is."

"I assigned her an undercover operation, Teddy. I intend to make roads into breaking up the prostitution rings financed by the families. Kitty has some experience in stripping, or so she told me, and she seemed eager to take on the challenge." Marcus explained to the young man.

"And you didn't tell the rest of us?!"

Cole gave Teddy a cool look. "I don't have to run all my operational decisions past you, Mr. Yarrow. I understand you and Kitty are close, but do not let that interfere with your work. She was happy to do this. If you are so worried about her I can assign you as her back up and liaison ... would that be acceptable?"

"Yes, Sir." Teddy backed down, flashing a small smile. "Thank you, and I apologise."

"Don't worry about it, Teddy. We all worry about our friends."

 

[Gabe619]

Kitty undercover:

Kitty stood backstage rearranging her costume so it fit a little better. The other girls working at the strip club moved around her, each in their own thoughts. In a way when Marcus had suggested this undercover operation to her she had felt a little relieved. She loved the people she worked with, would die for them, but the rules and regs had chaffed a little. Now she was her own boss, mostly. It was up to her to make this succeed and she couldn't expect a lot of help, or any, from the team if she fucked up. So she didn't intend to.

A few days back she had approached the HQ of the Russian Bratva, The House of Romanov restaurant, with a little nervousness. It wasn't usual for the head of a crime family to audition the girls who worked at their clubs. Kitty had approached the manager at a known Russian strip club asking for work. He had taken some photos of her and told her someone would be in touch. Less than 24 hours later she had got a phone call telling her to be here at this time for an interview. Any other girl wouldn't have been worried, they wouldn't know who Dimitri Greshenko was, but she did, she was about to meet the man in charge of the biggest Bratva operation on the east coast.

She told the doorman who she was and he had let her inside where the restaurant was currently closed. Another man holding a leather file under his arm had smiled, shook her hand and led her upstairs to a big open office. Kitty had dressed the part for the interview, tight black soft leather pants, 5" stiletto heeled black ankle boots, a white crop top under a black leather waist coat. She knew she looked good, she looked damn good, but as she walked toward the man sitting behind the large desk and felt his eyes on her she had shivered a little. She was used to seeing lust in men's eyes when they looked at her, want, need, arousal ... but Greshenko seemed untouched by her looks. He was, however, a gentleman.

"Welcome, Ms. Yuqi." Dimitri stood and shook her hand, gesturing to a chair as he retook his own. "I have examined your photos, you are an extremely beautiful young lady."

"Thank you, Sir." Kitty responded, going for respectful right now.

"Please, call me Dimitri, all my girls do ... may I call you Kitty? I understand you prefer that name?"

For a second Kitty wondered how he knew that, then relaxed as she recalled telling the manager of the strip club that was her preference. She smiled and nodded.

"That's fine .... Dimitri."

"Good, that is good. Well, you applied for a job as a stripper in one of my clubs. As it happens I do have an opening, at the 'Black Heart', have you heard of it?

"Of course, its one of the biggest clubs in the city." Kitty replied with a big smile. If she could get in there, at one of the premier strip clubs owned by the Russians it would make her task a lot easier.

"Indeed. Well, I think you are a gorgeous young girl and I would be more than happy to let you dance for my clients. Tony, my manager there, will fill you in on the details. Should we start with a one month probation period, see how it works out for us both, then take it from there? The starting wages are $300 a night, you work for four hours a night, five days a week. One or two dances on stage every night, the rest of the time you mingle with the clientele. You will be expected to do private dances in VIP rooms if required, they pay more of course and you may keep any tips you receive."

Kitty sat there staring at Dimitri for a moment. Those were incredibly wages, for anyone, she even felt a glimmer of desire to stop working for the Untouchables and start up her stripping career again, but only for a second.

"May I ask ... what if clients get a little too handsy?" She enquired getting a smile from Greshenko.

"I am sure you understand, Kitty, that as a stripper it is all part of the job that some of the paying men and woman might touch you inappropriately. However I like to think the money I pay you is enough to off set any doubts you might have. Also the club does have rules and if any of the people attending break those rules ... well, my security will break them." Greshenko's cold eyes were on hers now as he spoke. "I protect my girls, if they have issues they tell Tony, Tony tells me and we find a solution. I like to think of us all as one big happy family." He sat back and smiled. "Any other questions you may have Tony will answer for you. Please be at the Black Heart tomorrow night at 8pm to begin your employment. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Kitty."

With that the meeting had ended and Kitty had left. Now it was the second night of her probation period and so far it had all gone well. Tony Pavlov, the manager of Black Heart had been as nice toward her as Greshenko had been, he explained the rules, introduced her to the other girls, thy even came up with her 'thing'. Tony liked her nickname and so had decided she would dress as a sexy cat on stage as she stripped. The first night had brought back a lot of memories about her previous work as a stripper, but the Black Heart was so different to the joints she had worked in previously. Its clients for one were much cleaner, nicer too, the club itself was huge with three main dance stages, a few individual fenced off podiums where girls would just dance, not strip. The VIP rooms were on the 1st floor and were plush and comfortable. And as Dimitri had said security was tough.

As she stood there she suddenly heard her music start, and dressed as Catwoman from that terrible Halle Berry movie, Kitty walked out on stage, hips swinging, heels clicking on the black metal stage and she even had a whip. She grinned, life was good.

 

[PennySaver]

Kitty undercover at The Black Heart strip club:

Kitty reached to her buttocks, readjusting her thong for more comfort. She turned left, right, and left again before the gigantic mirror that occupied nearly one entire wall of the dressing room. She couldn't help but smile at the sight; her ass was a thing of beauty, something she'd known since her teens and now, years later, was reminded of every night by patrons before she mounted and after dismounted The Black Heart's stage.

Reaching up to rearrange the way her skimpy bikini top boosted her bosom up and in, Kitty mused about how equally perfect her tits were. They were on the larger end of B-cups, which was perfect for being an exotic dancer; there were a lot of strippers bigger -- Cs, Ds, DDs -- but Kitty had learned that -- just as with men's cocks -- it was less about size and more about whether or not you knew how to use your gifts.

Kitty had been stripping at the Bratva-owned club for almost three weeks now; unknown to her fellow Untouchables, she'd been making appearances on The Black Heart's stage even before the attacks on the Clinic and Elmhurst. It had been hard for Kitty to keep her assignment from the others, particularly from her lover.

Teddy had noticed that they were spending less personal time together and had even brought it up casually a few times in a non-accusatory tone. Kitty had made personal excuses on occasion; other times, she'd claimed that Marcus had her performing tasks, which was absolutely the truth but not something she could tell him.

Still other times, Kitty had taken Teddy's mind off his concerns by quickly engaging him in very energetic and erotic sex. That seemed to work even better than the other two methods, but it had led to issues as well. Once, he'd made his inquiry as they were getting into the elevator of her apartment building. When they reached her floor, the 8th, the doors opened, exposing them to her neighbor and his two young daughters as Teddy was leaning back into a corner and Kitty was sucking his cock.

The neighbor had been able to hide his girls' eyes in time, but the damage had been done: the building's Superintendent was a hard-core Bible Thumper, and she was now looking for another place to live.

Kitty had begun working at The Black Heart with the prescribed minimum 4-hour shift, 5 nights a week. But the establishment's regulars had insisted on seeing more of her on the stage, sometimes even chanting her name while she was meandering the floor serving drinks or giving lap dances.

Tony Pavlov, the manager of the club, had been quick to fulfill the wants and needs of his paying customers. He gave Kitty one extra appearance on stage each weeknight that she worked and two on Saturdays. And a few days ago, the requirement that she also worked the floor delivering drinks had been set aside to give her more time to do laps dances and tend to patrons in the private dance rooms.

Kitty's reason for being at The Black Heart wasn't to earn money taking her clothes off and wriggling around, though, she most certainly was. Her $300 a night wages had quickly become little more than chump change compared to her stage tips, waitressing tips, lap dances, and private room sessions, which has risen to an average of more than $3,000 a night.

Still, Kitty was in the Bratva club on a mission assigned to her by Marcus. The Russians had long been making huge sums of money in the skin trade. They imported teenage girls and young women from Central and Eastern Europe, taking their passports upon arrival and turning them out as dancers and prostitutes. They recruited local women -- even boys and young men -- of all ethnicities for the same purposes, often by getting them hooked on heroin or other narcotics.

(IMPORTANT NOTE: There is NEVER anything remotely sexually explicit written regarding characters <18 years of age in our story. If the Moderators have ANY problems with what we write here, we will IMMEDIATELY delete it. I assure you, anything related to such characters is bland.)

Kitty was here to get more information on the Bratva's sexual exploitation operations. But Marcus had tasked her with uncovering their most despicable of all ventures: recruiting -- or sometimes even kidnapping -- girls ranging their early to mid-teens for local consumption or, even worse, export to distant parts of the world. In particular, the Russians took in girls they knew or at least thought were still pure of body. Such girls fetched tens, sometimes hundreds of thousands of dollars in foreign skin markets, particularly in the Middle East or certain parts of Africa.

So far, though, Kitty hadn't gotten anywhere at all. Oh, there were some exotic dancers at The Black Heart who were barely 18, the City's minimum age for getting a permit to strip. Kitty had questioned sometimes whether or not the IDs some of these girls used to get their jobs might have been fake. But she'd had Mephisto run checks on them, and so far Kitty hadn't found a single one who could be called jail bait.

But then last night, as she finished her last dance and headed for the dressing room and departure, Kitty was unexpectedly invited to one of the private dance rooms where, to her shock, she found Dimitri Greshenko waiting for her; she hadn't seen him since the day he'd hired her.

"I caught your show tonight, Kitty Kat," he'd said, using her stage name. "I was very impressed."

Her original stripper name from years ago had been The Korean Kitty Kat, despite the fact that her ethnic heritage was Chinese. Kitty had worked in a Korean strip club popular with white guys who, for the most part, couldn't tell one Asian woman from the other. Really, they only cared that the dancers had nice tits and wriggled energetically to reach happy endings during lap dances.

"I've never seen anyone do that ... that thing you do on the pole," he told her, using his fingers to mimic the move she'd made. "Very acrobatic ... very graceful ... very erotic. If they gave gold medals for what you do..."
Kitty giggled, pretending to be a bit embarrassed by the praise. "Thank you, sir. I'm very happy to hear that you enjoyed my performance."

She hesitated, then -- seeing that Dimitri couldn't keep his gaze above her neckline -- asked timidly, "Do you have time for a private dance, sir. I'm off the clock, but for you..."

Kitty let the satin, mid-thigh length robe she'd donned after finishing her dance slip off her shoulders, revealing her modest cleavage almost to the point of also revealing her still-swollen nipples.

"Not tonight," Dimitri responded, holding a hand up in a polite stop gesture. "I have somewhere I need to be."

He stood, moved to her, and took a long moment to ogle her bosom and face. "You're a beautiful woman, Miss Yuqi."

"Zhang," Kitty corrected with a soft voice. When he looked her in the eyes with a bemused expression, she explained, "My family name is Zhang. My given name is Yuqi." Smiling wider, she invited, "You may call me Yuqi, sir."

He returned her smile, responding, "Yuqi. And you may call me Dimitri."

He'd told her that three weeks ago when they'd first met, and despite him saying it again now, Kitty responded with, "Yes, sir."

He smiled and chuckled softly. Giving her bosom one last, long, appreciative gaze, Dimitri said, "I've been told by Tony that you have done everything that you have been asked to do."

"Yes, sir," she said. When he raised and expectant eyebrow, Kitty giggled and corrected, "Yes, Dimitri." She glanced back to the Manager, who was standing just inside the private room's doorway. "Mister Pavlov has been very kind to me."

Tony smiled and nodded to her, after which Kitty looked back to Dimitri. The Head of the Bratva then very bluntly told her, "I'd like you to begin providing sexual services to customers who wish more from you than just a lap dance."

Kitty had been expecting this, of course; in fact, she was surprised that this request hadn't come within days of having been hired, not now a good portion of a month later. Still, she let her eyes widen and mouth fall open a bit, feigning surprise and, perhaps, a bit of reluctance.

"Would you be willing to do that for me, Kitty Kat?" Dimitri asked. He used her stage name to remind her that she was a stripper and a sexual service provider in a sense already.

Kitty dropper her eyes, continuing with her feigned shock a moment, before answering almost in whisper, "Yes, sir ... of course, sir."

"Dimitri," he reminded her, reaching a fingertip out to raise Kitty's face and look into her eyes again. "You will do this for me?"

"Yes, sir-- yes, Dimitri," Kitty whispered. "I'd be honored."

He smiled, then leaned to kiss her on the cheek. As he turned to leave the room, he explained, "Tony will let you know which patrons are special enough to partake of this extra service. And, of course, you will be compensated accordingly, Kitty."

"Thank you, sir ... Dimitri," she said, giving him a meek smile.

"Go home, Yuqi," Tony told her after his boss had left. He moved to her, pulled out his thick wad of cash, and pulled off three $100 bills. He explained, "For responding as you did. Take tomorrow off. We'll see you Saturday."

Kitty showered, dressed, and departed for home. On the way, she called Teddy but got his voice mail. She said into it, "I need to fuck you, right now."

 

[PennySaver]

Gale Harmon, Mephisto, and Teddy Yarrow at Untouchables HQ:

(OOC: picks up from the last 3 paragraphs of Post #366 and then Post #369.)

"This is Mephisto, our legal hacker," Teddy told Gale as they ventured deeper into the Batcave.

"Legal hacker, Mr. Yarrow?" Gale asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "That would be a contradiction in terms I think."

When the hacker spun his chair to face the newest Untouchable, Gale caught the sly smile that parted his lips as the man's eyes moved up and down his form. It didn't take a genius to realize that -- unlike SADA Shovelli's description of Teddy -- Mephisto did play for the other team or, at the least, was a free agent for either of them or both.

"It is a real pleasure to have you with us, Officer Harmon," Mephisto said with a tone that only concreted Gale's presumption, finishing, "a real pleasure."

"And for me, too," Gale said. "It's an honor to be on the team."

Teddy invited Gale for a tour of his new workplace, showing him everything from the vast array of automatic weapons and rocket launchers to where they kept the fake sugar that an Untouchable named Kitty Kat preferred in her Green Tea.

Gale glanced Mephisto's direction a few times, hoping to catch the man's eye and, possibly, get some more information that might confirm the hacker's interest in him. The Liaison knew that his feelings might have simply been wishful thinking.

He also knew that he shouldn't be thinking about this at all. Workplace romances were a no-no in most businesses, and in the CCPD, they were seriously frowned upon because of how the failure of them could sometimes lead to one or more or both parties getting physically harmed ... even killed.

Gale would have found it unbelievably ironic to learn that Teddy Yarrow was fucking Zhang Yuqi and that Devon McCauley was fucking Jennifer Kennedy, all four of whom were Untouchables. Then there were the other sexual relationships involving the members of the Untouchables and others with whom they were working to take down Organized Crime: Marcus Cole and reporter Belinda Carmichael; Marcus and Camille Carlton; Mephisto and Camille Carlton; Mephisto and a married couple of which the male half was a member of the D'Angelo Crime Family's security force; and last but certainly not least, Teddy Yarrow and SADA Laura Shovelli.

If he'd known about all of this, Gale would have thought it was all part of a Soap Opera or one of those multi-camera un-reality shows. Ironically, though no one knew this yet -- not even the participants -- there were more couplings to come.

As the tour was about to finish, the door to the suites opened and the man who Gale recognized as Detective Marcus Cole entered.

"It's a pleasure having you on the team, Officer Harmon," his new boss told him, adding immediately, "but you need to get out of that uniform."

Marcus spoke of the deep degree to which they were undercover, then about the measures involved in keeping the Batcave and the building surrounding it secure.

"Memorize the codes, destroy the paper, yes, sir," Gale repeated. Marcus turned away to do whatever he needed to do, but Gale interrupted his departure with, "Sir, I, um ... I want you to know how honored I am to be part of your team ... part of the Governor's Task Force ... part of the Untouchables. I know that I'm only supposed to be your Liaison to the Governor's Office ... the go-fer between you, SADA Shovelli, and Governor Harker..."

Gale hesitated a moment before he continued; he'd been told by both Shovelli and Harker that his job as go-between would keep him busy day after day, but he wanted so desperately to play a bigger part in the effort to bring down Organized Crime across the City and, if ever they went that far, farther afield than that.

"I want you to know that whatever you need done ... anything," he said with a firm tone, "I'm your man." He glanced to Teddy and Mephisto, then back to Marcus before he finished, "I mean ... after your current team members. I ... I don't want ... I don't mean to sound like I'm anything more special than them, of course. The work you've done thus far ... I mean ... incredible. Simply unimaginable."

He stepped forward again, extending his hand to Marcus for the second time, finishing, "Anyway ... I just want you to know ... I'm ready to do my part ... whatever that part might be."

 

[PennySaver]

Camille Carlton calls Mephisto at HQ:

Gale Harmon finished his sucking up to Marcus Cole and both men went their separate ways; Marcus went to his private quarters in the HQ suite, while Gale went to the communal bedroom to poke through the vast array of street clothes that had been gathered for undercover work to find something with which he could replace his CCPD uniform.

Mephisto's cell phone rang not long after that, with a Caller ID that he wouldn't recognize. When he answered, a sobbing female begged, "Please, Joshua, help me. I've ... I've done something ... oh my god, I don't ... I don't know what to do."

Whether he recognized the distraught voice or not, Mephisto had to know that it was Camille on the other end of the line as she was the only person associated with the Task Force who knew Mephisto's real given name. She pleaded further, "I didn't mean ... I didn't mean to ... I ... I don't know what happened. Please ... tell me what to do..."

There was a clattering on the other end of the line from Mephisto, what he would realize had been the phone falling to the floor because Camille was still sobbing for help, but the phone was now far from her mouth. She had spoken to the hacker earlier in the day, asking if they would be able to see one another again soon, so he likely recalled that she'd said she would be in the office until late in the evening.

Would he think to pull up the feeds from the hidden cameras in State Senator Eric Davis's offices? If he did, Mephisto would find Camille -- naked and bleeding at her lips and nose -- huddled in the corner of the office, curled up in the fetal position and sobbing ... while in other locations in the office, her boss and a second man -- in their own states of full or partial nudity -- were writhing on the floor while they bled out, each of them with at least three holes in them from the gun Camille had taken from Davis's desk after he and the second man beat and raped her.

 

[Gabe619]

Teddy and Kitty

The sheets were wrapped around their legs as both lay panting and sweating in Kitty's bed. Teddy had one arm under and around her, holding her to him as he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling in total satisfaction. Kitty head lay on his chest as he ran a hand through her soft hair, petting her in a way. The last two hours had been one of their longer sessions, but luckily both were young and in shape, even so it had been quite the work out. Teddy suddenly had the image of them in the elevator that day, Kitty sucking his cock as the door binged, opened and revealed her neighbour and his kids. His stomach had turned to water at that moment, his cock softening as his eyes had met those of Kitty's neighbour as he quickly pushed his daughters back into the apartment. Teddy hadn't been shocked when he found out later her landlord wanted her out.

"So, your a stripper now, huh?" Yarrow said out of the blue as his fingers caressed her shoulders and back. "Marcus filled me in ... you could of told me you know, I was worried about you."

Again the question of their relationship surfaced in his thoughts. He was enjoying what they had, a lot, and he didn't want to be that needy guy who had to be told all the time his girlfriend loved him, or that wanted her to be his and only his. His only want was to make the girl in his arms happy. Now he thought about it he couldn't remember if Kitty had ever said she loved him, he didn't think she had. He knew he had said it to her twice, both times in the throes of pleasure and sex so he wondered if that even counted. For her part Kitty had not reciprocated and had just let the comments pass her by. It hadn't hurt Teddy's pride at all, how could it. She, this gorgeous incredibly sexy woman had picked him to be her lover. Not to mention his recent fuck with the SADA in her office. No, Teddy's ego was in check.

"Cole has assigned me as your backup and liaison with the team. I think he took pity on me when he saw how anxious I was about your safety. So .... how do you want to play it? Should I meet you here to get your reports, or maybe some bar? I know you can't go to the Batcave in case the Russians are watching you."

 

[Gabe619]

Gale Harmon, Mephisto, and Teddy Yarrow at Untouchables HQ:
Marcus was about done with Gale before the man started his speech. Cole listened respectfully as the young man spoke on.

"I want you to know that whatever you need done ... anything," Harmon said with a firm tone, "I'm your man." He glanced to Teddy and Mephisto, then back to Marcus before he finished, "I mean ... after your current team members. I ... I don't want ... I don't mean to sound like I'm anything more special than them, of course. The work you've done thus far ... I mean ... incredible. Simply unimaginable."

Marcus smiled at the stream of compliments, Mephisto had even spun around on his chair to watch this play out with a wry smile as Teddy stood there watching the buff Gale. Yarrow flicked his gaze to Marcus, then to Mephisto, then back to Gale. Mephisto seemed ... interested? ... in Gale, which got Teddy wondering. The hacker had kept his distance from the other Untouchables since the team had been formed. Oh, he was pleasant enough and helped out where he could, but he had said more to Gale in those previous few seconds than he had to Teddy in months.

"Anyway ... I just want you to know ... I'm ready to do my part ... whatever that part might be." Gale finished off as he moved closer to Cole and extended his hand once more.

Marcus looked at it for a second, then smiled broadly as he took it, shaking it again.

"That's good to know Officer Harmon, and I promise I will keep in mind everything you have said. We are always looking for a few good men, or women." With that he wandered into his private bedroom and closed the door leaving the three men alone.

"I am sure we can find quite a few things to keep you occupied, Gale." Mephisto offered with a look Teddy couldn't quite identify, but then his gaydar had never worked very well.

"Well, you go pick out a new outfit and I'll be in the armory." Teddy said to break the silence that followed, mostly to get out of the situation he was feeling more and more uncomfortable to be in.

The walk in closet of the Untouchables was half for disguise, covering every idea they could come up with from uniforms from postmen to electrical company employees. The other half was a random mix of men and women's casual and smart dress. Thanks to the almost bottomless pit of money available to them from both Emelia and the Governor, some of the clothing was very expensive and high end. As Gale looked through the closet Mephisto came over and leaned on the doorframe watching him.

"It's quite a choice isn't it?" He said with a smile as he casually looked Gale over. "I read your police bio by the way, impressive. Such a large ... arrest record. I am sure it would satisfy anyone."

Mephisto was clever, intelligent and even, when needed, suave. His more than obvious choice of words here had been chosen to gauge Gale's reply and reaction. The young hacker couldn't of made his thoughts and offer more obvious if he had fallen to his knees and begged.