"Going Straight" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Other Characters at the Hospital

A gaggle of Untouchables and others associated to the whole Davis murder/Carlton rape situation were crowding the hallway of the Trauma Ward. A loud whistle caught everyone's attention, followed by the Supervising Nurse telling them,
"Clear out of here, or I'm calling the police."

Looking around, though, and seeing a dozen Uniforms and an equal number of plainclothes officers, she mumbled, "Lot of good that'll do me."

But the most senior cop present took charge, and soon the floor cleared out. Soon -- other than the medical professionals tending Camille and the other trauma victims on the floor -- there were only the 2 CCPD Uniforms and Philip Russo's 2 men on Camille's hospital door left.

Emelia had left Laura and Marcus behind, returning to Camille's room and arriving just as the Doctor was leaving and Kitty was arriving. Emelia, Kitty, and Jennifer entered the room, huddling around their friend. Almost immediately, and not considering how inappropriate it might be, Kitty asked, "What happened? What did they do to you?"

"They found one of Mephisto's bugs," Camille began. "They weren't looking for it. It was an accident."

Feeling comfortable with the people surrounding her, Camille explained in detail what had led to her rape and to the killings of Eric Davis and Keith Randall. Randall had partaken of Camille's skills before, with Davis's permission and delight, of course. Randall's kink was facials; he'd emptied his balls onto Camille's face, neck, and bared tits half a dozen times over her 15 or so months of employment with Davis.

Yesterday had started similarly as so many days before it, with the two men taking turns at Camille's mouth, pussy, and ass. "Somehow, I'm not sure how ... Eric's City Award got knocked off the end table. The bug hidden in its base fell out. At first, they accused each other of working for CCPD ... or for the FBI.

"But when I tried to dress and leave," she continued, her tone becoming emotional, "They thought maybe I put it there ... the bug. I tried to tell them I didn't, but..."

Camille described how they began beating her, then taking turns raping her. She was sobbing now, to which Jennifer reassured her, "You survived! You're here! We're here, with you."

"I thought they were going to kill me," Camille managed to continue. "I ... I knew where Eric kept his gun..."

"That's enough, honey," Emelia told her, reaching out to caress the cheek that wasn't swollen with dark bruises. "That's enough."

There was a knock at the door, followed by Laura Shovelli entering. She smiled weakly to the other women, and -- when Emelia began to head for the door to put the requested space between them -- Laura held a hand up, saying, "Stay ... for now. You should hear this."

Laura went to Camille's bed, sitting on the edge. "You won't face any charges, Camille. I promise you that."

Camille showed her relief; she was sure that as a Black woman, she would be tried for killing two prominent White men, one of them a State politician. She smiled, saying, "Thank you."

Laura went on to explain Camille's future as a witness in what might be dozens of trials against corrupt politicians, business leaders, and Organized Crime figures. "You'll be protected ... safe house, bodyguards I can trust, vetted by myself and by Detective Cole. It'll take a while--"

"How long?" Camille asked with obvious concern. "Weeks...? Months?"

Laura looked to Jennifer, whose expression revealed that she knew the truth. The Untouchable told her, "It could be a couple of years ... maybe ... likely more."

Camille appeared resigned to her fate. She looked between the three women, then told Laura, "Okay. I'm ready. I can do this."

Laura smiled, pleased. They spoke more on the specifics, but after a few minutes Laura looked to Emelia. "I have things I want to say that -- with all due respect -- you can't here ... you know ... because--"

"Because I'm the head of an organized crime family," Emelia filled in knowingly. "I understand." She looked to the Untouchables, smiling. Then she moved to Camille, kissed the cheek that was still pink and not black and blue and swollen, and told her, "Call me for anything you need."

She gave the Prosecutor one last polite glance before she left.

 

[Gabe619]

Teddy at the Black Heart strip club, Thursday night:

The Black Heart was not exactly hidden away, or secret. Its front was that of a top class night club, so much so that despite admission being expensive it always had a lone line of people outside trying to get in. If you had a VIP membership of course you didn't go in the front door, you went in a special side door with its own doorman that took you right into the club itself. The club was split into two areas, the main, larger venue where the normal club goers went to dance and watch strippers and pay way to much for drinks. The other area, the VIP area, was smaller and upstairs. Enclosed and sound-proofed so that what happened in there didn't filter down to the main club below. Two security guarded the access door to that suite.

Teddy felt nervous, he had never done undercover and despite Marcus's pep talk, and Devon reassuring him he would do fine, and in this case it would be ok to act nervous as it was part of the role, he still felt like he was walking into the lions den. Mephisto had got him a VIP membership and card and even a cover identity in case someone ran his prints of face through the data bases. Ted 'Teddy' Franks, the son of a business tycoon who ran his father up town offices for him. The whole thing was of course smoke and mirrors, but it was solid enough, Mephisto had reassured Teddy, that it couldn't be doubted. Now as he stood across the street from the side entrance in a suit that cost more than he made in a year (Marcus had assured him he wouldn't have to pay the cost of his new clothes back), he licked his lips. He could hear the dull thud of the music coming from inside the club even out here. Shrugging his shoulders to try and relax, he stepped off the curb.

The doorman was in a black suit of his own, hands clasped before him, earpiece giving him updates on the security of the club as it happened. The man was big, wide shoulders, but looked like he could move quickly if he needed to. Like a coiled spring, Teddy thought. The guards eyes fixed on Teddy as he crossed the road heading toward him. Not a word was said as Yarrow pulled out the VIP club card, a smooth, matt black card with embossed black writing reading The Black Heart and an imbedded code chip and showed it to the doorman. He took it, looked it over and then pushed it into a slot next to the door. After a few seconds there was a click and the door popped open a little. He handed the card back and nodded to the door. With his own nod of thanks, Teddy stepped through the door and into the Black Heart.

It was stylish to be sure, the passage he was in was immaculately decorated, the music, even here, pounding through the walls. Teddy felt sure by the end of the night he would have a headache. He pushed on, climbing the stairs to the VIP section, again showing his card before one of the two guards politely opened the door for him and wished him a pleasant evening. As if walking into a totally different building the music subsides as the door closed behind him. He looked around. There was a main stage area, a few podiums for dancers to work at alone, a long bar against one wall, tables, chairs, private booths and subdued lighting. There weren't as many people here as he had thought there might be. Along one long wall was a floor to ceiling window looking down on the main club floor below. No one down there could see into the VIP section of course. It was kinda like being a God, looking down on those without his privilege.

"Good evening, Mr. Franks, and welcome to the Black Heart. My name is Taylor, if you need anything please feel free to ask me or any of the serving staff. I understand this is your first time visiting the club?"

Teddy turned, trying to slip into character. Before him was a young lady, maybe early 20's. She wore a dress so short if she sneezed she would be flashing everyone it was so low cut in front and short on her legs. It was however very expensive, the dress was black with gold trim and red highlights and fit her well. She was gorgeous, her long blond hair hanging like a golden waterfall down her back, her bright blue eyes looking at him intently as if he was the only man in the world.

"Yes, um, my father has been a member for a while. He thought it would be good for me to join and visit the club." He explained with a small smile and a shrug.

Taylor seemed to understand, her smile spreading. He wouldn't be the first young man to be sent by his parents to the Black Heart to be made into a more, as they saw it, masculine man.

"Of course, I understand completely. Well, a dance is about to take place at the main stage, or you can of course visit the bar or take a booth, whatever you wish. Did your father explain our ... um ... more unique forms of entertainment?"

"Yes, yes he did ... I am quite looking forward to that."

"Good, well, I'll let you settle in, and remember, if you need anything, just stop one of our waitress staff, a dancer or any member of the club and we will be happy to assist."

With that Taylor turned and walked away, Teddy unable to pull his eyes off her tight swaying ass in that dress. He coughed to clear his throat then moved to a booth and ordered a drink. It was going to be a long night, he thought. He knew Kitty was around somewhere, but Cole had given him explicit instructions not to make contact with her tonight, the same instructions Kitty herself had given him. He felt like no one trusted him to pull this off, but he would show them.

 

[PennySaver]

Kitty and Dimitri Greshenko at the Black Heart strip club; Teddy is mentioned as well

Thursday night:

"What're you doing here?" one of the dancers asked in surprise as she saw Kitty enter the Dressing Room of the Black Heart through the employees' door. The girl's tone showed her obvious displeasure at seeing Kitty, something only fortified by her next statement: "You could give the rest of us at least one night of not having to compete with you."

"Relax, I'm not dancing tonight," Kitty shot back at the jealous little bitch. "Greshenko want to talk to me is all."

"Yeah, that's a relief," the young woman with Double D tits responded sarcastically, adding with that same tone, "Nothing for the rest of us to be worried about."

She knew that Kitty wasn't being called into the boss's office to be chastised or let go. After less than a month at the club, Kitty Kat had become a favorite of the patrons, which meant that she'd become a favorite of Dimitri Greshenko, too. Kitty hadn't meant to do so, but she'd begun stealing away some of the other girls' regulars and, more importantly, the dolla' bills that got slipped into their G-strings.

Greshenko had noticed this -- he probably noticed everything, Kitty knew -- and tonight she'd been requested to meet him in his office for what he'd called a talk. She didn't know what that meant, and after her last meeting with him -- in which he'd essentially told her that she was going to begin prostituting herself to chosen patrons -- she was a little bit concerned.

Kitty left the dressing room and moved to a mezzanine that looked down upon the club. It took a while of searching the dark interior before she caught sight of that for which she was searching: Teddy Franks. Kitty couldn't help but smile, then even giggle, as she watched her lover watch the dancers. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a Mac truck barreling down the highway right at him.

"Now, you have to find a middle ground between James Bond and the 40-Year-Old Virgin," Kitty had explained before he came here tonight. "You go in there looking like you can have any girl in the world at the drop of a hat, and the girls'll think you're not gonna tip them big and they'll avoid you. You go in there looking like you've never seen a girl naked before and they won't offer you something special because they'll think a ten second lap dance is all that you need."

She'd taken Teddy's chin in her hand, turned his face so that she could stare deep into his eyes, and reminded him, "Remember, we're not there to cream our boxers, though -- to be honest -- I have little doubt that that's gonna happen because ... well ... some of those girls are incredible in patrons' laps and, well, you're just a man."

She'd laughed at that, given Teddy a wet, erotic kiss, then continued, "We're there to get evidence of the Bratva's underage prostitution ring."

Now, looking out at him as two dancers did their thing on the stage very nearby him, Kitty actually found herself worrying about him. She'd been the only woman with whom he'd ever had sex -- or at least, she thought so, not knowing anything about his being raped by SADA Laura Shovelli just days earlier. These girls are going to eat you up, Jumpstreet, she thought to herself.

Kitty headed down the back hallway to Dimitri's office, stopping outside of it for the guard watching the door to check her for weapons. She cooed a bit when the man slid his hand up under her short skirt, suggesting, "A hundred bucks."

He ignored her, continuing his rather invasive check of her bosom and the crack of her ass before knocking on the door, then opening it. Kitty blew the man a kiss before entering, then immediately shed her humorous expression to appear more serious and even a bit fearful of being called to the Bratva boss's private chambers.

"You asked to see me, Mister Greshenko?" she greeted him almost timidly. He'd asked her to call him by his given name on several occasions, but she still used his surname as a sign of respect. Showing concern that wasn't entirely feigned, she asked, "Have I done anything wrong?"

 

[PennySaver]

Teddy at the Black Heart; introducing Candace "Candy Cane" Wallace:

"See that man over there?"

Candace had just come off stage and donned a matching bra and half slip over the thong that was her last remaining stitch of clothing when the Entertainment Coordinator called her attention to Teddy; it was the Entertainment Coordinators or ECs, who matched off-stage girls to patrons in an effort to get the latter to part with their cash at the fastest possible rate. And, of course, that made the club and, in turn, Dimitri Greshenko, more money as the girls passed on 40% of their tips to the Bratva boss at nights end.

Candace was a favorite of the ECs when it came to entertaining new patrons. She was beautiful, as were all the dancers, but she had a way of sussing out precisely what a man wanted from his visit to the Black Heart in a way that both satisfied them completely and sent them away at night's end with no more money in their pockets.

"His name is Ted Franks," the EC told Candace as she studied the new customer. "His father's some sort of tycoon ... loaded ... good customer of the Heart."

That was true and not true at the same time. Mephisto had hacked the club's server and not only created a history for Junior Franks but also created one for his faux-Old Man. Even though the EC couldn't specifically say that he'd ever met Papa Franks or even seen him in the club, the computer records claimed that he'd been a good customer for a handful of years and in the last year alone had spent almost $10,000 on booze, lap dances, and private room sessions.

"See what he's into," the EC instructed. Then, reaching down to caress a hand over Candace's ass, finished, "If it's not you he's into..."

Candace smiled as if enjoying the pawing; a girl didn't object to whatever the ECs did because the men controlled everything once the girls were off stage. She caressed a hand over the man crotch as she purred, "I'll take care of it."

She left the man standing there with a growing erection that Candace knew he couldn't tend to here in the club. Dimitri Greshenko had strict rules about fraternization between the dancers and the rest of the staff, which meant that Candace could expose her pussy, pull out the EC's cock, and never worry about having to put the latter inside the former.

As she wove her way through the tables, coming up behind where Teddy sat near the stage, she arrived in time to hear another dancer/waitress ask, "Did your father explain our ... um ... more unique forms of entertainment?"

"Yes, yes he did," the faux-patron said. "I am quite looking forward to that."

Taylor glanced up to see Candace nearing, smiled knowingly, finished her conversation with the young man, and departed. Candace sauntered into Teddy's view, circling around an adjacent and empty table to give him a moment to admire her curves. She flicked her long, red hair off one shoulder as she stepped intimately close to Teddy; looking up to her face -- if he did look up that high -- his gaze would pass between her delicious tits.

"I'm Candy," she purred over the music to which half a dozen dancers were writhing on various stages. She clarified with a devilish smirk, "Candy Cane." She glanced to the chair next to him, asking, "Would you like some company?"

It was a question that had always been followed with a positive, inviting answer. She moved the chair closer to Teddy such that when she sat, she was already practically in his lap. Crossing one long, luscious leg over the other cause the front of her ankle to contact the patron's shin, and during their conversation she would let her foot run up and down his leg enticingly.

"I hear this is your first visit to the Black Heart, Mister Franks," she began, being sure to use his surname in an effort to show that the establishment understood that he wasn't just another leering horndog. Her gaze moved about to take in his eyes, his mouth, his body. She listened to his response, continuing, "It's a wonderful place to come ... to relax ... have a drink ... to be entertained."

Candace smiled knowingly, let Teddy reply is he wished, then leaned in so close that he would feel the heat of her breath on his ear as she asked, "Do you have a specific form or entertainment in mind? If I could fulfill your needs ... your wants ... I would be overjoyed to do so. But if you're looking for something different, I can arrange that for you as well."

She didn't mind at all passing Teddy or any patron off to another girl for whatever the patron was seeking. Just like the ECs and Dimitri himself, Candace got a cut of whatever she arranged for a patron. It wasn't the 40% Greshenko got, of course, but it was still money earned for doing nothing more than sending a man in another direction.

But she wasn't above putting money directly into her pocket either, so -- as one hand reached up to toy a finger in his hair while the other found his thigh and moved intimately close to his manhood -- Candace whispered to Teddy, "If you wanted to move to a booth in the back ... for some privacy and a bench seat that's more comfortable than these chairs ... perhaps I could sit in your lap and ... dance for you."

 

[PennySaver]

SADA Laura Shovelli, Camille, and the Detectives:

"She needs more time to recuperate," Laura stressed to the man standing before her desk. "She was brutally raped by two men--"

The Detective cut her off as he had several times already, "Two men she killed! There is no question about this, ma'am!"

Laura drew a breath, holding it as she recalled what Camille had said that night in Davis's office. In Laura's opinion, Marcus's man had made a mistake: Mephisto had told Camille to tell the responding officers what had happened. Laura would have preferred that Camille had remained silent.

The Detective continued, "I understand that she claims she was assaulted--"

"Claims...? Claims??"

He pushed on, "--but I have witnesses who say that Miss Carlton and Senator Davis had been involved in a sexual relationship that went back months. If this is true--"

"She was raped!" Laura exclaimed, popping up from her chair, reading to launch across the deck and assault the man. "Relationship or not ... she was raped ... and beaten ... by two men!"

"So ... you ... say!" the Detective shouted back. Then, with less volume but still firmly, "But what I need ... if for Miss Carlton to say that."

Laura eventually gave in, telling the Detective, "Tomorrow ... noon. At the hospital. You and me and a video camera ... and Camille's attorney ... no one else."

The Detective nodded and left without another word. Laura opened a desk drawer and pulled out a burner phone that had arrived that morning via courier. There had been no note or explanation for the device other than the courier's short verbal message: "If you need her."

There was one phone number in the Contacts List, to which Laura now sent the message that Camille's attorney needed to be at the hospital the next day. Laura would go to Camille to inform her directly, of course. She dropped the phone back into the desk drawer and flopped back down into her chair, exasperated.

Laura was stressed again ... or was that still? If the stress never ended, then still was the right word and again wasn't, right? Did it really matter. What she knew and what was important was that she needed to get laid!

Letting her head drop back and staring at the old building's intricately decorated ceiling, she pondered who to contact about this issue. Her last two lovers -- Belinda Carmichael and Teddy Yarrow -- were, obviously, very different people with very different skills. Laura had very much enjoyed Belinda's tongue, but Teddy's thick cock had touched Laura in a way the reporter's tongue couldn't.

Snatching up her real cell phone, she sent a text message to Teddy: Don't you have warrant requests to deliver?

 

[Gabe619]

Kitty and Dimitri Greshenko at the Black Heart strip club
Dimitri filled a glass with vodka and sipped at it before moving back to his large desk. It was a cliché thing that all Russians loved the stuff, personally he preferred bourbon, but right now he wanted the kick that Vodka could give. As he sat there he glanced at the invitation to one side of the desk. It was elegantly made with a classy font and even gold leaf, Emelia never did anything by half he thought with a smile. Thinking of Emelia D'Angelo made him reach down and rub his crotch a little. That woman could make any man hard and he had had his eye on her for many years. Of course with her father in power he would never dare make a move on her, it could have started a destructive war and Greshenko would never go to war over a woman.

Now his eyes took in the three family photos on his desk. One of his beautiful wife, Irina, the second was of them on their wedding day, the third was of his children. His two cherished girls and his son. The smile faded as he looked at Ilya. He had such high hopes for the boy, had sent him to the best schools, but always he had caused such trouble he had been asked to leave. No school would ever insist a Greshenko child be taken out of their school, but Dimitri had never the less removed Ilya from school after school. It seemed the boy had a hard head and a wandering soul. The fact the boy was bi-sexual meant nothing to his father, sex was to be enjoyed, men or women, in any way they liked. Although he himself was strictly hetro he had never enforced such rules on his children, he had never thought it was his place to tell them who to love.

His smile returned as he thought of his two daughters. The older, Anya, was just 19, but already a top gymnast representing her college in competitions. Dimitri was very proud of her and she had a good head on those slender, muscular shoulders too which he loved even more. She had dated a few boys and one girl, but was currently single, or at least that was what she told her parents. His youngest, and the one he doted on the most, was 18 year old Maria. Hot headed like her mother and brother, she too ran her life based on emotion. She too had dated many boys, hardly surprising as between them both Dimitri and Irina were a handsome pair, their children would of course be beautiful too. But yes, he admitted it to himself, Maria was his favourite and always had been. She was a daddy's girl, and they both enjoyed that connection and he could deny her nothing even though he knew he should be strict. He remembered only a couple of months ago, at her 18th birthday party, he had caught her blowing her bodyguard, a man Greshenko had trusted for many years, which is why he was assigned to Maria. Dimitri had pulled a gun on the man and was about to blow his brains out, but Maria had raged at her father that it had been her choice, that she wanted to do it and her bodyguard was innocent. If her father killed him she would hate him forever. Managing to just about control himself, Dimitri had told the man to get out and never come back.

As for his wife, Irina. They had married young, both of them full of passion and at the time love. She had been the only woman for him. Beautiful, intelligent, funny, she seemed to always know what he was thinking which he loved about her. But after Maria's birth things had slowly started to chill between them. At the time Dimitri hadn't really noticed, work was taking all his time and although he wasn't unaware that he wasn't giving Irina as much of his time as he used to he had hoped she understood. However in the last five year they had hardly had sex at all and didn't sleep in the same bed anymore. The children knew, though neither he or Irina had told them outright, but it seemed he hadn't lost his daughters love and Ilya was as distant as usual. It was only times like this that he felt the loss of her from his side.

He heard the knock on the door and watched as Kitty entered. His eyes slid over her as his expression mellowed and his cock hardened, but if he failed in other area's, Dimitri could control his primal desires with women. He had made the right decision hiring this girl, Tony had only been singing her praises since she started working for him as one of his girls. At first Greshenko had considered that perhaps Tony was so enchanted by her because she was polishing his knob, but after subtle investigation it was clear that they weren't having sex, it was purely Kitty's talent.

"You asked to see me, Mister Greshenko?" Kitty greeted him almost timidly. He'd asked her to call him by his given name on several occasions, but she still used his surname as a sign of respect. Showing concern that wasn't entirely feigned, she asked, "Have I done anything wrong?"

He sat back, his smile growing. He honestly liked Kitty, unlike his other girls she had strength and didn't take the easy route. The others had been calling him Dimitri since they had been hired and he had told them to use his first name. Only Kitty showed the respect to use his surname despite his constantly telling her not to. So now he didn't even ask. He sat back crossing his fingers and looked at her pretty face.

"From what Tony tells me you are bringing in more money to the club than any of the other girls ... if you consider that wrong, then yes, you are guilty, Kitty." He gestured to a chair as he laughed and stood. "Would you like a drink, my dear?"

He refilled his own glass as he awaited her reply then brought her what she asked for before taking a chair next to her, so close he could smell her perfume. Not to heavy, not to sweet or cloying, it suited her perfectly.

"I wanted to see you to first of all congratulate you on your performance, you really are gaining a voracious fanbase at the club. It makes me proud of you. But secondly I have a favour to ask of you. I have been invited to a Masque ball at a very influential ladies mansion in the near future. Now usually I would of course take my wife," A lie, he had been taking girls to these things for years but Kitty didn't need to know that. "But unfortunately she has other commitments that night. I wondered if you would do me the honour of accompanying me? You are, of course, free to say no, I will understand. The party is usually quite fun though, dancing, drinking, good music, lots of influential people it can't hurt you to meet and ... I will be honest, sex does happen at the things." He shrugged and smiled as if to say 'what can you do?'. "You wouldn't be required to partake of course, you would be my date for the evening and I would make sure you are compensated for your time, of course. So what do you say?"

 

[Gabe619]

Teddy at the Black Heart

Teddy hardly been here a minute and already girls seemed to be throwing themselves at him. As Taylor made her exit he noticed another red haired beauty coming at him around the tables and giving him plenty of time to admire her curves, which he did. After all it was expected of him in his role. He took a seat as he watched the girl get closer, letting his smile grow as she ended up standing right before him. he slowly looked up her tight body, past her lovely tits and into her beautiful eyes.

"I'm Candy," she purred over the music to which half a dozen dancers were writhing on various stages.

"Of course you are." Teddy replied with a smile.

She clarified with a devilish smirk, "Candy Cane." She glanced to the chair next to him, asking, "Would you like some company?"

"Please." Teddy rose like a gentleman as Candy sat, he thought he saw a moment of surprise he had done so and wondered if he was already blowing his cover. Maybe being a gentleman here wasn't normal? As he retook his seat he felt her body heat, she was sitting so close.

"I hear this is your first visit to the Black Heart, Mister Franks," Candy began, being sure to use his surname in an effort to show that the establishment understood that he wasn't just another leering horndog. Her gaze moved about to take in his eyes, his mouth, his body.

"Yes, my father got me the membership, he seemed to believe it would make a man of me." Now he smirked, letting Candy know that despite what dear old daddy might think, Ted himself thought he was already a man.

"It's a wonderful place to come ... to relax ... have a drink ... to be entertained." She continued.

"I can see that, I am very impressed. Mr. Greshenko runs a very nice club." He bit his tongue as he swore silently to himself. Would the normal guy coming here know Greshenko owned it? "I must confess ... the visual stimulation is quite potent."

"Do you have a specific form or entertainment in mind? If I could fulfil your needs ... your wants ... I would be overjoyed to do so. But if you're looking for something different, I can arrange that for you as well." Candy offered and Teddy felt his cock hardening as he looked down her cleavage and wondered just how she would fulfil his wants. "If you wanted to move to a booth in the back ... for some privacy and a bench seat that's more comfortable than these chairs ... perhaps I could sit in your lap and ... dance for you." Candy whispered in his ear

"I, uh .... I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, my father wasn't clear on what exactly was on offer, though he did mention that the club offered special services for certain members?" He licked his lips as just Candy's closeness was driving him wild. "Though, I am sure you could handle anything I needed right now."

Marcus had told him not to push things his first night, to just act like any other Joe coming to the club. Let his face get known by the girls before querying what other services they offered. However Candy herself had brought such things up and it seemed a golden opportunity to at least ask what they might be. Just then his phone vibrated in his suit jacket pocket almost making him jump from the chair. He smiled at Candy and pulled the phone out, reading the text from Laura. His smile now was very genuine as he read it, and his cock boinged to full attention at what the SADA was asking for. He swore under his breath though. He wanted to go to her office again soooo badly, but he was working and he didn't think Marcus would be happy to know he left his work early to get a booty call from the Senior Assistant District Attorney. Cursing under his breath he text back:

'On the job right now ... can drop around later if your still at work?' And sent it. He felt Candy's eyes on him and he waved the phone in the air before slipping it back in his pocket. "Work, you know how it is. Dad won't let me rest."

 

[PennySaver]

Kitty and Dimitri Greshenko at the Black Heart strip club

Kitty couldn't help but notice the way Dimitri Greshenko's eyes took a walk up and down her figure. She wore a tight-fitting dress that -- with a lacy, pushup bra and high hemline -- showed of her bosom and legs; the latter were emphasized even more so by the five-inch heels that also gave shape to her ass.

He spoke about how well she was doing at the club financially. That was good for both of them, of course, seeing how he took 40% of her what she brought in. It was ironic that even after giving up that much, Kitty was still taking home far more money from the Black Heart than she was getting in her bi-weekly paycheck from the City as a consultant to the Task Force.

"Thank you, Mister Greshenko," Kitty responded, feigning embarrassment to his compliment; she even managed to force a blush, something she'd learned to do in her teens to make the boys think she was an innocent little thing worthy of their virginity-claiming efforts. "I like working for you, sir ... very much."

He invited her to the Masque, about which she'd initially learned while accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation between Marcus and Devon. She'd had no idea that Greshenko would be in attendance, let alone that he would invite her to accompany him. It was a definite shock.

"You are, of course, free to say no, I will understand--"

"No, sir," she said quickly. His reaction told her that he might have misunderstood. She giggled again, then quickly clarified, "I don't mean no, I don't want to go. I mean no, I wouldn't say no." Again she forced a blush, giving him a timid smile as she said, "I would be honored, sir."

"The party is usually quite fun..." he went on, adding, "I will be honest, sex does happen at the things."

"I understand," she said quickly. Her tone was meant to imply I'll have sex with you if you ask it of me, sir. And she knew that he wanted to have sex with her, based on the conspicuous tenting of the front of his expensive slacks.

Kitty didn't really want Greshenko's cock inside any of her holes. But if it became necessary, she would comply. This case was important, as important as anything the Untouchables had done thus far. Kitty would spread her legs for the entirety of the Black Heart's current patronage to take down the Bratva's underage prostitution and sex slavery ring.

"You wouldn't be required to partake of course," he continued. "You would be my date for the evening, and I would make sure you are compensated for your time, of course. So what do you say?"

She took the glass of wine he'd filled for her, lifting it to her painted lips as she looked into his eyes. After sipping and licking away a drop that had stubbornly remained behind, Kitty said, "I would love to be your date to the Masque, Mister Greshenko..." And then, for the first time since meeting him, she said with a smile, "...Dimitri."

Kitty sipped more of the wine, then asked for details: time and location, what was she to wear, and more. When they'd finished, she thanked him again for the invitation, and made her way to the door; she put a little extra sway in her hips for his viewing pleasure, stopped at the door a moment to give him a profile view as well, smiled, and departed.

Out in the hallway, after leaving the bodyguard's view, Kitty's smile of delight faded. This was a development that -- while it might help with the investigation -- was unexpected and a bit worrisome. Dimitri Greshenko was going to want to put his cock inside her Saturday night. Kitty knew that, and while she would have preferred to avoid it, she was ready to do her duty.

The Bratva's underage prostitution ring -- which employed both imported girls from Eastern Europe and locally recruited girls as well -- was the most insidious monstrosity Kitty could imagine. If the Untouchables brought down no other Family and stopped no other criminal industry other than this one, Kitty would consider their mission successful.

Downstairs, she looked for Teddy in his previous seat but didn't see him. He'd either left, gone to the bathroom, or taken an invitation to relocate for some personal attention from one of the other dancers. Kitty didn't want to think of Teddy soiling his underwear at the lap dance writhing of another dancer anymore than she wanted to think of Greshenko actually flooding her mouth or pussy with his own jizz.

But they had a job to do.

Kitty headed through the dressing room out to her car, ready to call it a night. She'd invited Teddy to come to her apartment after he finished at the club -- he had a key -- but honestly, she didn't really want to smell Taylor or Candy or Ruby or any of the other girls on him when he slid into her bed to make love to her.

 

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Teddy at the Black Heart with Candy Cane

Learning that Teddy Franks had gotten his membership through his father didn't surprise Candy. Becoming a member of the Black Heart required sponsorship from a current member, and more often than not that member was family. She did notice the way Teddy talked about becoming a man. He was so young, practically a boy. She wondered to herself if perhaps he wasn't still a virgin.

"I, uh .... I hadn't really thought about it," he said when Candy suggested some entertainment options. He complimented her, saying, "I am sure you could handle anything I needed right now."

"I can," she said with a wide, confident smile.

Before she could go further, Teddy's phone chimed. When he finished with the message, he said, "Work, you know how it is. Dad won't let me rest."

"I do know how it is," Candy said, speaking not of her father pestering her but of the EC or Greshenko doing it. She took Teddy's hand, stood, and urged, "Come with me."

She gestured to a passing waitress, who knowingly asked, "Freshen them up?"

Candace confirmed this, then led Teddy away to a mezzanine level in a darker portion of the club. They arrived at a small, crescent moon shaped bench seat where she urged him to sit. The tall, cushioned rounded wall and higher setting above the main floor prevented others from seeing Teddy, yet the open front allowed him to look out upon the runway-style main floor as well as most of the smaller stages.

"Volume control there, for the music," she said, pointing to a small panel; there were small speakers to his left and right that would bring the club's dance music to him more personally. Smiling, she said, "It also controls the seat. They're heated and vibrate ... you know ... in case I'm not doin' it for you."

She leaned over Teddy, supporting herself intimately close to him with one hand on the back of the bench while the other caressed a hand up his chest ... and skillfully lifted the Black Heart Member Card from his shirt pocket. Smiling, she stood, waved the card over the control panel about which she'd spoken, pressed an icon on the screen, then leaned back over Teddy again. The upcoming dance and anything else that was considered a standard service would be billed to the credit card Mephisto had arranged for Teddy via the Member Card.

"If you feel so inclined," Candace whispered close to Teddy's ear as she returned the card to his pocket, "You can pay any gratuities you feel are appropriate in cash ... or ... I can charge them to your Member Card."

Candace stood again and began dancing slow and erotically to the music flooding the club; her gaze was set on Teddy's eyes as her body writhed in a slow fashion that was one-part Hawaiian hula girl, one-part Middle Eastern belly dancer, and one-part traditional American exotic dancer. She turned slowly, letting Teddy see her generous tits, then her ass as it swayed dramatically side to side and up and down as her knees bent.

Then, facing him again, Candace slipped her hands over her hips and up her back, where they loosed her top. Under the pressure of her tightly packed tits, it burst forward, its straps catching on her upper arms. She let it fall away to the floor, revealing her firm B-cups and their large, swollen pink nipples.

Continuing her dance, Candace next pushed her half-slip off her hips, revealing a small, matching string bikini that -- once she danced her back to Teddy again -- revealed itself to be a thong. She performed a traditional stripper move, leaning forward at the hips to flash her ass and, between her slightly parted thighs, the concealed camel toe of her outer labia.

Standing again, Candace made her way forward, reaching her hands out to the bench seat's back again to support herself and she writhed about with her bared tits just inches from Teddy's mouth. She leaned closer, putting her mouth close to his ear to whisper, "Would you like me to sit in your lap, Mister Franks?"

If Teddy said yes, Candace would give him a ride that wouldn't end until he showed obvious signs of having spewed all over the inside of his underwear.

 

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Mephisto and Camille

He had waited till after midnight. The hospital would be quieter, well, other than the occasional ER emergency. He needed to see her and he couldn't have gone with the rest of the Untouchables. His face was still unknown and he wanted to keep it that way. Now though he walked into the foyer of the hospital seeing to uniformed cops getting coffee from a machine and chatting. One tired woman was at reception and didn't look up as he walked through the double doors. Making out he knew where to go he strode on confidently. Half the trick of being where you shouldn't be was bravado. If you put the other person on the back foot or looked like you belonged there 9/10 they would assume you did. This could be done as easily as picking up a clipboard and walking around glancing at it occasionally, or just wearing a hat with the companies logo on it. In this case he would have to go a little further due to the guards on her door.

Making it to a locker room, Mephisto took a quick glance up and down the passage and slipped inside. Someone was in the shower he could hear, but other than that no one else was around. Quickly he searched lockers and clothes hooks till he found scrubs that the nurses, male and female, wore. Slipping the pale blue clothes on over his own he grabbed an ID tag off a hook where the person in the shower had left it and slipped it around his neck. He quickly looked at the picture and shrugged. At a quick glance it looked enough like him he hoped.

Walking from the room, now assuming that confidence that he was supposed to be here he moved to the elevators and took one to the floor he knew Camille was on. As he stepped from the lift a hand appeared on his chest.

"Whoa there, who are you?" A man in an expensive suit, so not a cop, asked him.

"Clive Butler?" Mephisto waved the ID card in the mans face quickly. "I work here. Who are you?!"

He acted indignant and the man glanced at his colleague who shrugged and the hand vanished.

"Fine, Clive. Didn't anyone tell you this was a restricted part of the floor?"

"Yes, they did, but unless your a certified nurse then I still have a job to do .... unless you would like to explain to my supervisor why I wasn't allowed to tend to the patient?"

Both men considered this, realising the supervisor would probably complain to their boss, Philip, and he was Emelia's right hand. Figuring that the two uniformed cops at the patients door could cop the fallout if there was any one shrugged to the other.

"Ok, on your way." They told him.

One obstacle down, Mephisto thought. It had been the most worrying he had decided. Philip's people were sharper than the cops, if he got past them he should have no issue with the uniforms. As he walked down the passage He saw them both sitting in chairs on either side of the door, one was snoring, his head slumped forward, the other was reading a paper. As he got closer the reader looked up, his eyes flicking to the ID badge hanging from the hackers neck, then went back to his paper.

"I just have to take some readings?" Mephisto offered as he started to open the door.

"Sure, ok." The cop stated, obviously bored.

Good God, if he had been an assassin this would have been so easy!! He would make sure he pointed this out to Cole and Philip later. The room beyond was almost in darkness other than a small table lamp that had been left on. Probably so anyone coming in wouldn't have to turn on the main room light and wake the patient. He closed the door softly and walked around the bed to stand looking down on the sleeping form of Camille. Seeing her now treated injuries he again felt that rising anger inside him, but he had dealt personally with one of the men responsible for that, and Camille had dealt with the other. He softly sat down beside her and took her hand in his, cradling it, feeling its warmth. Even now, even after all she had been through she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. He reached out to stroke some hair from her face and she sighed, a faint smile on her lips as if she knew he was here. Maybe she did.

He sat with her for nearly half an hour where every minute was a risk of him being caught. But he hated to leave her side. However it was incredibly that the cop outside hadn't stuck his head in to see what was taking so long. Sighing he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Goodbye, Camille. Be well, be safe." He whispered before standing the leaving.

 

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Teddy at the Black Heart with Candy Cane
He watched her a little hypnotised. Her hips were moving so smoothly, methodically even, and her scent was arousing to say the least. Alone, or so he thought, with this sexy woman Teddy couldn't help but react, his tented pants showing Candy exactly what he thought of her dancing without him having to say a word. He had never had a lap dance, he had been a little unsure exactly what one was anyway. As she slowly stripped he could feel his pulse rising and he licked his lips when just her tight ass split by her thong remained. he wanted to reach out and touch her so bad, but even he knew that was a no-no. He didn't want his first visit to end with him being ejected from the premises for being to handsy with a dancer.

"Would you like me to sit in your lap, Mister Franks?" She whispered in his ear as his eyes stayed glued to her firm tits swinging in his face, just an inch from his lips. He ached to just move his face forward a little and suck her nipples.

"Yes." He managed to get out in a strangled gasp making her chuckle sweetly as she stroked his cheek with her fingertips.

The next five minutes would remain carved into his memory for a very long time. He was actually kinda proud he lasted for that long and he had to really, really focus hard to make sure he did. He hadn't wanted her to think of him as a two pump chump. He considered how long her other patrons had managed to last. Maybe he should of jerked off before coming so he would have stayed hard longer, he would remember that for next time. But the way her ass swayed in his lap, just softly, fleetingly touching his bulging cock through the thin pants and boxers was so teasing, so intimate. She moved like water, her body flowing gracefully, arching, turning, the low lights highlighting her form and curves to perfection. She was rubbing her ass crack up and down his dick shaft through the pants when he finally lost it, grunting, pushing up a little and feeling her push down as she must of felt the warmth of his cum soaking through the pants. He collapsed back on the bench breathing hard, eyes half closed, hands laying beside him on the cushions

"I'm ... I'm sorry." He managed, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was sorry about.

"Don't be, handsome, you did well, I was giving you my best for your first time ... not many last as long as you did, believe me." Candy smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.

She wasn't supposed to do that really, well, not unless he paid for it, but this young guy was just so adorable she thought, and the way he looked at her, watched her ... it had been a long time since she had seen that in a clients eyes. Most just looked at her as a piece of meet, an item to purchase, use and throw away. But the look in Teddy's eyes had made her feel like a Goddess. She wondered if the man had a girlfriend or wife, if so Candy wondered if that girl knew how lucky she was.

 

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Teddy at the Black Heart with Candy Cane

Candance had performed lap dances -- and far more intimate acts -- for hundreds of men during her nearly two years of employment at the Black Heart. Seldom, though, had she enjoyed the aftermath as much as she did now; Teddy's body was trembling, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and his expression spoke of how wonderfully new this experience had been for him.

She even wondered if perhaps his father had sent him here to become a man because he actually was a virgin.

She slipped out of Teddy's lap to don her bra and skirt. Signaling a waitress to bring a fresh round of drinks, Candy sat close to Teddy, caressing a hand over his chest; his heart was still pounding, his breathing nearly returned to normal. Her hand settled over the shirt pocket in which was his Black Heart Members Card.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, Mister Franks," she said, tapping her fingertips on the fabric of the pocket and, indirectly, the card within it. His card had been scanned for the booth, but he hadn't yet been charged for the lap dance nor the gratuity. Candace put her lips close to Teddy's ear, whispering, "If you wanted ... if you thought it would be easier ... I could apply a tip to your card ... rather than you having to dispense cash."

Normally, in many settings, it wasn't considered proper to remind customers of the expected gratuity. But Candace knew that following the euphoria she could cause a man, sometimes they forgot.

 

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Emelia puts Kristine Wright together with Jessi King:

(Profiles, if you want to view them: Emelia, Kristine, Jessie, Abigail "Abby" Riland, )

Rookie CCPD Officer Kristine Wright had been doing double duty for the last couple of weeks, and it was beginning to exhaust her, despite her youth and vitality.

After Kristine's Precinct Sergeant, Abigail Riland, was recruited into the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime by Devon McCauley -- who had been Abby's TO many years earlier -- Abby had then recruited Kristine into the Untouchables as well. The young cop was dedicated to remaining incorruptible and fit the description of an Untouchable as well as any of Detective Marcus Cole's team members.

But Abby, Devon, Marcus, and -- of course -- Kristine herself had decided that Kristine could do a great deal of good by remaining in uniform and on her beat. Remaining in the trenches meant that she was close to some of the dirtiest officers in CCPD.

At the same time, though, Kristine was also spending time at the Batcave keeping abreast of the investigations in which the Untouchables found themselves and doing her share in pouring through evidence, listening to and watching audio and visual recordings, and anything else that the others asked of her.

Kristine loved being at the Untouchables' HQ. Marcus's people were true-blue, honest, trustworthy law-and-order professionals, which was ironic to say considering that nearly half of them -- Devon, Mephisto, and Kitty -- weren't actually police officers.

And today, Kristine was about to find herself being tasked with yet a third job.

She arrived at the Hanson Building by foot, wearing street clothes as did all of the Untouchables when they came to or left the top-secret home of the Task Force. (OOC: Imagine her wearing a windbreaker that hides the firearm on her left hip. She's left handed, btw.)

Kristine bounded up the building's entrance steps that accessed the doors to the first-floor foyer, pushed through the old, squealing revolving door, and turned right to enter Mama's for a to-go cup of coffee and a donut. There was no one else inside at this late hour in the early evening other than the owner-operator who Kristine only knew as the establishment's namesake, Mama.

The elderly Jamaican-American was sitting on a stool at the end of the counter watching the latest episode of the television version of Reacher when Kristine approached. Without taking her eyes off the screen, Mama said to Kristine over her shoulder, "Girrrrrrl... that Alan Ritchson was sculpted by God and put onto this Earth to rock my world."

Kristine laughed, heading around to the kitchen side of the counter to pour her own to-go cup of coffee as was the norm around here. Mama's wasn't much on formalities with regards to its operations. Truth was, the cafe was a money laundering establishment for Emelia D'Angelo, just as were all of the businesses in the Hanson Building, meaning that the Untouchables didn't even have to pay for the meals Mama cooked them or the coffee she poured for them. Even though she didn't charge them for their meals and drinks, they all took care of Mama with large gratuities that she then stuffed into her pocket without the tax man's involvement.

"Mama, you're almost twice that man's age," Kristine laughed, adding, "You could be his mama ... literally."

"Come to Mama," the 70-something woman said with a lewd tone before looking to the young cop and saying, "Twice his age, maybe ... but twice the woman he's gonna get anywhere else!"

They laughed together, chatting about this and that as Kristine pulled out and dropped a ten-dollar bill on the counter. Mama told the younger woman as she headed for the exit, "You tell those friends of yours upstairs that I have half a fresh lasagna down here that needs to be eaten."

"I'll tell them, Mama," Kristine promised as she headed out, adding, "I can't guarantee anyone's up there, but I'll tell them."

Back out in the foyer again, Kristine looked about as she sipped her coffee; she was casually looking around to ensure no one was paying her any undue attention before she headed for the elevator that would take her to the 4th floor. She turned for the lift -- only to stop short at the sight when a man stepped out of the shadows before her.

Kristine knew in an instant that the man wasn't simply passing through the foyer but had instead been waiting for her, and she felt foolish -- and vulnerable -- because her hands were occupied with a cup of coffee and a pastry, making going for her gun awkward if it became necessary.

"Relax," the man said with a friendly tone and hands raised in a casual surrender gesture. "We're not here to harm you, Miss Wright."

Kristine studied the man a moment, realizing almost immediately by the way his jacket fit over his hip that he was concealing a firearm there. Then she caught what he'd said and asked, "We're...? As in we? Who's we?"

Only now did Kristine catch a view of a woman's ass down the hallway, thrust out as the woman leaned to drink from a water fountain there. The woman stood and walked casually toward the man and, thus, toward Kristine.

"My name is Philip Russo," he said, beginning to walk slowly toward Kristine. "I work for Emelia D'Angelo. I believe you met her the other day."

The young cop had indeed met the Donna of the D'Angelo Crime Family. Abby Riland had brought Kristine to the Batcave to meet the entire Untouchables team, and after a couple of hours of overwhelming information overload about the Task Force, Emelia D'Angelo had walked into the room, introducing herself and thanking Kristine for playing her part.

"I remember you," she said to Philip. "You were there the other day. We didn't talk, you and I ... but ... I saw you."

The other woman present passed by Philip, stopping when she was within reach of Kristine to offer out her hand. "Jessie King," she said. "I'm an associate of Miss D'Angelo's."

Kristine took the other woman's hand, then asked, "Associate...? What does that mean?"

"It means that I am paid by Miss D'Angelo to do what she asks of me," Jessie said.

"You're very young," Kristine pointed out. "And pretty."

"Thank you," Jessie said, letting her lips widen a bit in a smile. "You are, too."

"Miss D'Angelo has a job for you, Miss Wright," Philip said, breaking up what he considered a waste of time taking place between the two females.

"I, um ... have a job, Mister Russo," Kristine informed him, correcting, "Two of them actually."

"Now you have three," Philip said without any concern in his voice about whether or not she might be overburdened. "I hear you put on a Self Defense class at the 'Y'." When Kristine nodded, Philip said, you will teach Miss King here how to handle herself when faced with up close and personal situations of possible danger."

Kristine immediately wondered what those situations might include and whether or not those situations might come to present dangers to her. She looked between the two, then to Philip: "I ... I really don't think I have the time to..."

As she was speaking, Philip had been pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket. It was filled with twenty-dollar bills, bundled in a currency strap; the piece of paper wrapping the used bills didn't sport a banking establishment's name, though, which told her they'd probably been bundled in a D'Angelo money counting room. Dirty money, she thought.

"Two thousand dollars," Philip said, thrusting the money out at her before adding, "Each week ... three lessons a week." He saw the expression on her face and told her, "Feel free to speak to Detective Cole about this if you wish. He's been informed."

Kristine hesitated, looking between Philip, Jessie, and the money. Eventually, though, she took the envelope, saying, "I will speak to Marcus."

They scheduled a lesson for the next evening, and they were about to go their separate ways before Kristine told Jessie, "Learning how to defend yourself is important. I'm glad you came to me for this."

Jessie only smiled and headed for the building's exit. She wasn't looking to learn how to protect herself from those who might do her harm, of course. Jessie was looking to learn how to do harm.

 

[Gabe619]

Teddy at the Black Heart with Candy Cane - Friday

Teddy had made sure to tip Candy very generously on Thursday night, it made it easier as it wasn't his money. She had seemed very pleased with the tip and had asked that he look for her next time he visited. He had left the club at about 1am and realised there was no way Laura would still be at her office waiting for him. He felt kinda crappy letting her down, especially after what she had gone through at the hospital and finding out about Emelia. However he also had the message from Kitty and out of the two his girlfriend had to take precedent so he had driven over to Kitty's apartment, or what was currently her apartment till her landlord kicked her out, and they had spent a night together. Friday morning he woke up aching, but that was normal after a night with Kitty. She should hire herself out as a fitness coach, he was sure she would have men, and some women, lining up around the block for her style of fitness regime he thought with a smile.

He had kept low Friday, Marcus had told him not to go to the HQ just in case someone was following him from the Black Heart. He had doubted they would be so paranoid without a good reason, but Cole didn't want to take chances, this case had to be airtight and he wanted to slam dunk these bastards. If they lost this avenue of investigation it might be ages, if ever, before they found another in to the underage prostitution ring Greshenko was running. It struck Teddy as weird the Russian would be into such a thing after he had read the mans file. Supposedly he was a family man, loved his daughters, looked after them and was a great father to them both. And yet he parted other young girls from their families and sold them to strangers for sex? How did a guy balance that in his head anyway?

Friday night found Ted Franks again at the Black Heart, this time the guard at the private entrance was more cordial, gave Teddy a smile and welcomed him in a friendly way before opening the door for him. Perhaps mention of Teddy's big tip to Candy had got around to the other staff. Tonight he was dressed in black pants and shoes, a black suit jacket and shirt with a stylish black and purple waistcoat and he found that a few of the woman in the club actually turned an appraising look on him as he walked past. He had never experienced that before and he found it made him swagger a little. He chuckled, it would help sell his role more he supposed.

As he moved around a table he bumped into a young girl he hadn't even seen. His hands went to her shoulders to stop her falling over as he apologised, then wondered what a girl who looked ... 14, maybe 13? ... was doing at this den of iniquity.

"Hi there ... um, are you waiting for your mother to finish work?" Teddy asked in a confused voice.

"Mom's on stage next if you want to watch her, she's really good," The girl smiled up at Teddy.

"Mr. Franks, back so soon? We must of made a good first impression. Stacy, hon, your mom wanted you wait backstage, kitten, off you go."

With that Stacy giggled and ran off into the crowd leaving Teddy very weirded out.

 

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(OOC For the Moderators -- Our RP is about Police taking down Organized Crime. Some of our Crime Families engage in the trafficking of underage women, BUT OUR STORY NEVER ROLEPLAYS THIS or includes ANY form of description of underage sex; we don't even use images of any characters identified as <18 years of age. If EVER you see something you don't like, we will delete it IMMEDIATELY. We are 17 pages -- hundreds of posts -- into a story we love: we are NOT going to risk it by breaking Literotica's rules on this topic.)


Teddy at the Black Heart with various strippers - Friday

"Hi there ... um, are you waiting for your mother to finish work?" a well-dressed man asked Stacy after bumping into her.

She giggled at his comment, finding it comical: at almost 19 years of age, Stacy was just one of many of the Black Heart's dancers whose ages were on the lower but legal end of the age range. This guy -- who didn't even look old enough to be in the strip club in the first place! -- somehow thought that she was so young she had to be here on some sort of take your daughter to work day.

Teasing him, Stacy said, "Mom's on stage next if you want to watch her, she's really good."

They were interrupted by the arrival of Taylor, the hostess who'd tended to Teddy the day before. She wasn't dancing tonight, which meant she would be making less money than on performance nights, so she'd worn a body-hugging dress meant to excite the men to whom she'd be serving drinks tonight; her pierced nipples, the breasts that supported those wondrous, firm B-cups them, and the tiny black thong that barely hid her womanhood were on full display through the sheer fabric.

"Mr. Franks, back so soon?" she asked, adding with a flirty smile and tone, "We must of made a good first impression."

Taylor had heard the new patron to the club asking his familial question of the younger dancer and -- playing along -- said, "Stacy, hon, your mom wanted you wait backstage, kitten, off you go."

Stacy giggled and hurried off but took the time to look back at the young patron. The dancers learned to spot potential big spenders by the way they dressed, accessorized, and handled their money. Teddy readily fulfilled the first two descriptors with his sharp looking suit, expensive suit, and even the watch and cufflinks he was wearing. Stacy hoped she'd get a chance to see how he handled his money soon, too.

"We have a booth reserved for you on the Mezzanine Level, Mister Franks," Taylor said as she took him by the elbow and led him the correct direction. As they walked side-by-side, she told him about the food and drink specials; when they arrived at the booth, she said with feigned sorrow, "I've very sorry to have to tell you this ... but Candy isn't available tonight. I hear that you and she had a nice time together last night."

Some women as equally beautiful and equally young as Stacy paraded by on their way to the dancer's dressing room. They each smiled to Teddy, with one of them even blowing him a kiss. Taylor laughed, telling Teddy, "I think the word is out about you, Mister Franks."

Then, she caught sight of a beautiful woman standing nearby in conversation with one of the Entertainment Coordinators, men who out on the streets would have been called pimps. The man caught Taylor's eye, looked at Teddy knowingly, and looked back to Taylor for her response to the question he didn't have to ask: Would he pay money to be with this woman?

"I think you might enjoy meeting Clara, Mister Franks," Taylor said with a matter-of-fact tone. She pointing his attention to the young beauty standing just yards away, then leaned down closer to Teddy and speaking as if telling him a secret, "Clara just turned 18 a few days ago, and today is her first day here at the Black Heart. I'm sure she would be very pleased ... and appreciative ... to have you as her first patron."

 

[Gabe619]

Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday
"We have a booth reserved for you on the Mezzanine Level, Mister Franks," Taylor said as she took him by the elbow and led him the correct direction, "I've very sorry to have to tell you this ... but Candy isn't available tonight. I hear that you and she had a nice time together last night."

"Um, yes ... yes she is a very .... talented dancer." Teddy offered as he took a seat in the booth, he was still getting to grips with the image of Stacy.

He had never been great at guessing ages, but if he passed her on the street he would have guessed maybe 16, 17 tops ... but she was 18? He blinked, again reliving the image of her and how she had looked at him, then he licked his lips and tried to drag his mind back to the here and now. He was here for one reason, and Stacy might be the first lead he got unless something else turned up. He just hoped Kitty was having more luck.

"I think the word is out about you, Mister Franks." Taylor said with a laugh and his eyes flicked up to see girls watching him. Again it swelled his ego, but then that was checked by the knowledge it probably wasn't his features or body that made them so happy to see him, more it was probably the rumour of how big his wallet was.

"Well, that's not such a bad thing." He laughed along with Taylor.

"I wonder if maybe you wouldn't like to meet Clara , Mister Franks," Taylor said, pointing his attention to the other woman. Leaning down closer to Teddy, she said softly, as if telling a secret, "Clara just turned 18 a few days ago, and today is her first day here at the Black Heart. I'm sure she would be very pleased ... and appreciative ... to have you as her first patron."

"Just turned 18 you say?" He repeated looking Clara over. Again she didn't look old enough to be out of high school let alone be in a strippers club. "She is very beautiful ... I would be honored to be her first client."

Taylor smiled and waved Clara over, the young girl had a smile fixed to her lips, but as she got closer Teddy could see it didn't quite reach her eyes. No, those showed how nervous she was.

"Hello, Clara, why don't you sit with me a while." Teddy smiled up at her as Taylor vanished into the crowd of people leaving them alone.

Teddy patted the bench next to him and Clara sat down smoothly, gracefully, like a dancer. He knew she had been instructed to behave a certain way with paying patrons, what she was wearing told him exactly how that behaviour was supposed to go. He waved a passing waitress over and ordered two drinks then turned a little so he was facing Clara.

"My name is Teddy, its nice to meet you Clara. Taylor tells me you just had a birthday ... did you get anything nice?" He asked.

His face automatically scrunched into a DOH!! expression. Did she get anything nice?! Was he trying to fuck this up?! But luckily she only blushed a little and her smile grew a little less frigid.

"My party was fun yes, but I suppose I was worried about starting here." She shrugged a little and in that small gesture her youth showed. Teddy wondered if he still looked so young to his friends.

The drinks arrived and Clara looked at hers, then at him, then at the drink, then picked it up and sipped it. Her hand went to his thigh as she put the glass back down.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do for you ... Teddy?"

"Why don't we just sit and talk for a while, hm?" He assumed it was his buck so he could do what he wanted with it. If he wanted to spend the night chatting to Clara he could and no one would tell him difference, or so he hoped.

 

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International Incest Invitational

(OOC: For our readers, the storyline of the III begins days (or weeks even, we haven't decided) in advance of where we are currently in the timeline. I'm starting it now so that we can get a jump on it. )

(Also for our readers: I recently learned that some of the pic links from Imgur do not work. If you have come across one that is not functioning correctly, and you want to see what was supposed to be there, please PM me either a link to the page (if you know how to do that) or the name of the link -- person, place, or thing -- and the post number. I will do my best to fix it and then let you know of the repair.)


Safe house, somewhere in Capital City:

Jennifer Kennedy was the last of the invitees to arrive at the safe house deep in the suburbs. One of SADA Laura Shovelli's men opened the door as she reached it, nodding Jennifer in without a word. Sitting or standing about the living room, she found Marcus, Devon, Mephisto, and -- as expected -- SADA Shovelli; over their time here in the house, Jennifer would also see at least 4 of Laura's men providing security.

"So ... what's happening?" Jennifer asked, adding, "and where's everyone else?"

(OOC: Try to imagine Mila not flashing her titties in the next pic. Can you do that? Ah, c'mon, try!)

Movement from the hallway caught Jennifer's eye, and looking that way, she found Mila Jaseck walking her way having just exited the hallway bathroom. That was most definitely a surprise to Jennifer for two reasons: first, the last time the two had been in the same room together, Jennifer had punched Mila in the face, breaking her nose, before then arresting her for laundering D'Amato money through her modeling agency.

"You're looking good, Mila," Jennifer taunted. "I guess that long list of plastic surgeons came in handy, didn't it."

Mila stared with hatred in her eyes but otherwise didn't respond. Jennifer looked to Marcus, asking, "What the fuck is going on here? Isn't she supposed to be in jail, awaiting trial?"

Laura answered, "Miss Jaseck has agreed to provide us with information that -- if we can act professionally and take this seriously -- might just bring down the greatest Organized Crime threat that Capital City is going to be facing in the days to come."

Jennifer knew exactly which Organized Crime threat about which Laura was speaking: the Royas Cartel. Capital City had seen an uptick in violent crimes in recent weeks, and a number of them had been attributed to the Colombian cartel that had been making inroads after the elimination of the D'Amato Crime Family and other changes, such as the Pier 4 drug bust that had taken the D'Angelo Family out of the narcotics trade.

"Are any of you familiar with the International Incest Invitational?" Mila asked.

Jennifer laughed immediately; she wasn't the only one to react with surprise or humor. Laura looked around, telling the others, "This is serious, people. It might not sound so ... but it is."

"The International Incest Invitational," Mila continued, "is a very private, very secure social gathering of ... let's call them like minded individuals."

"Mother fuckers," someone said, adding, "literally."

"That and more," Mila responded. "The invited guests -- thus, that portion of the event's name -- are fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, siblings ... who enjoy either participating in incestuous acts or viewing them. The International part of the name is pretty self-explanatory: the guest list this year--"

"This year?" Jennifer cut her off. "This is, like, an annual event?"

"It takes place four times a year, in fact," Mila clarified. She returned to what she'd been explaining, "The guest list this time around will include more than 100 individuals from 11 countries, the majority of them from the United States but also including attendees from England, France, Germany, China, Japan, and more."

She paused to look directly at Marcus as she dropped what would amount to an A-bomb: "Included in the list ... will be Maria Royas."

It was pretty obvious from the reactions that most of the people in the room were familiar with the name. But just in case anyone didn't know, Laura chimed in to say, "Maria Royas is now the acting head of the Royas Cartel out of Colombia ... the people who scare me far more than the D'Amatos, the Yakuza, or even the Bratva ever did. These people ... well, when you cross them, they don't just track you down and put a bullet in your head ... they put a bullet in it, then cut it and your limbs off with a machete and send the pieces to your coworkers as a warning."

"They weren't always like this, though ... were they?" Jennifer asked, looking to Marcus.

She didn't know what had changed things for the Royas, making them so brutal. Jennifer certainly didn't know that most of Maria Royas's family had recently been slaughtered, and the rampage upon which she'd set her soldiers was a reaction to that.

But not all of Maria's family had been killed, as Mila was about to explain. "Miss Royas is coming to the Invitational and bringing a family member with her ... two possibly."

"To be invited," Laura cut in, "you have to provide a DNA test to prove the familial tie to the person or persons with whom you are coming. Additionally, you have to provide a blood sample to show that you aren't infected with any communicable diseases--"

"Why?" Jennifer asked. "I mean, if you're having sex with your own family members--"

"There's an element of sharing involved," Mila said, returning to explaining. "Many of the families engage in incest only ... but there is also a good deal of swapping involved, too. Thus, the blood test."

"I still don't understand what this has to do with us," Jennifer said.

"No one knows what Maria Royas looks like," Laura explained. "No one outside her family -- which is mostly dead now -- or her bodyguard detachment knows what she looks like. She uses body doubles; the Colombian police and FBI both have snatched her off the streets a dozen or more times, only to later find out that they didn't actually have her."

"I don't know what she looks like either," Mila confessed, adding with hope, "But she submitted her DNA and blood and her fingerprints to partake of the Invitational ... and when she arrives, she has to do so again. You'll be able to identify her then and take her into custody."

A conversation began between the four Untouchables present about how they could sweep in -- possibly with Daniel Ketch's SWAT team backing them up -- and scoop up Royas, when Laura signaled for their attention and explained the issue they were facing: "The Invitational is being held at the Russian Consulate ... so no SWAT ... no guns ... no nothing that you're thinking about using. You have to get into the Consulate without raising any sort of alarm or concern ... ID here ... separate her from her security ... and get her out, again without raising any alarm."

That got some reactions for sure, and when she had a chance to continue, Mila continued, "I've been told that you have a hacker." They pointed out Mephisto, and she continued, "I have helped prepare the guest list for the past eight or nine events. I know the addresses of the secured Dark Web sites they use. I can get you to them, but that's all I can do. After that, it's up to you. If you can somehow hack them--"

"Oh, fuck!" Jennifer cut Royas off. She looked between the others, then told them what had been creeping up on her while she'd been wondering why only she, Devon, Marcus, and Mephisto were here. "You want to send Devon and I in undercover ... as what ... father-daughter?"
Jennifer looked to Laura for a reply ... and got only shrugged shoulders and, "Got a better idea?"

 

[Gabe619]

Safe house, somewhere in Capital City:
Marcus and Devon were talking in hushed whispers as Mila continued, both with an ear out for more intel the woman would be sharing. Hearing that Maria Royas was possibly up for grabs had floored them both. Even Devon had heard the news that the Royas family had been slaughtered in Columbia and although it hadn't been communicated to the street level cops or detectives Marcus had found out through a friend in Narcotics. The question of what would now happen in the Columbian Cartel world with such a vacuum of power had been quickly answered in the following weeks as the surviving member, or so they had thought at the time, of the Royas family went on a revenge spree. The blood had flowed in the gutters as the saying went. Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, Maria Royas had not only taken back her families territory, but made substantial inroads into other Cartels places of business to become one of if not the most powerful drug cartel south of the border.

The Mexican and Columbian authorities had supposedly been trying to bring her to justice for months now with the money that America paid them to destroy the drug barons. However as most of the police forces and politicians in those countries lined their pockets with Royas cash nothing much had happened. Oh, a few low level street bosses had been thrown to the wolves, but nothing of significance had happened. But now she was coming to America, stepping out of her safe zone and putting herself at risk ... for what? To fuck a family member? Not likely, she could do that at home. No, there was more to it both men agreed. It was only when Jennifer explained her 'Oh, fuck!' that McCauley and Cole looked up.

"You want to send Devon and I in undercover ... as what ... father-daughter?" Jennifer asked wide eyed.

"Got a better idea?" Laura asked with a shrug.

"Wait ... what now?" Devon asked trying to rewind his memory to see what he had missed in the last few minutes. "Why us?"

Cole fielded that one with a shrug of his own. "Makes sense really. No offence, but you are old enough to be Jennifer's dad, Devon, and you two are already ... well ..." He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned getting a groan from McCauley.

"I can hack into the Consulates computers, or this Incest parties if Ms. Jaseck gives me accurate intel. It's not a problem. I can get you both a backstory and history." Mephisto stated with a small smile of his own.

"Ok, great ... but has anyone remembered that the Russian Consulate is considered Russian territory?! We aren't allowed to operate there, even the CIA would think twice." Devon pointed out.

"He does have a point." Cole said thoughtfully. "Nothing can happen on their ground, we have to get her out of there as Laura said. No guns, no action or we are all in trouble."

"Might I offer a suggestion?" Mephisto asked softly. It was unlike him to contribute much to planning, so this got everyone's attention. "Don't arrest her at all."

"What? Why not?" Marcus asked flabbergasted. "We'll never get a better chance to grab her."

"True, but consider .... you get her out of the Consulate and onto American ground and arrest her, great ... what are you charging her with?"

"She's a Cartel Boss!!" McCauley exploded in frustration still trying to get his head around playing Jennifer's dad.

"Prove it. And while you do that what crimes had she broken while on American soil?" The hacker pressed.

"Oh, oh he's right." Laura moaned head in hands. "We know she is a cartel boss, but she has never broken the law here in person. The best we could do would be to send her back to Columbia to be prosecuted for the crimes she has committed there. Murder, extortion, drug manufacture."

"Ok, great, so do that." Jennifer shrugged.

"And then she is released free of charge by the judges and politicians not to mention the police chief and his cronies she pays off." Mephisto replied his smile widening.

"What are you smiling at, Mephisto." Devon asked with a worried expression of his own.

"I was just thinking that rather than arrest her ... why don't we befriend her? What is it they say, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Imagine what she might tell us if she liked us? I am sure she is coming here for more than just a fuckfest with her relatives or anyone else that takes her fancy. My guess is she is here to see how the Columbian cartel operating in Capitol City is doing. Give them a pep talk, probably at the end of a gun or machete. If so she won't fly right back to Columbia, she will stay over for a while. If we can somehow get someone inside her operation, even better if she herself helps us do that without even knowing, then we could bring down the entire thing from the inside out! And if we somehow bait her into breaking the law while she is here we can hold her indefinitely!" Now his smile was a definite grin.

"If' we're going in we'll need backup." Devon stated as everyone considered what Mephisto had just said. "Can we come up with another team to watch out backs?"

"Let me think on it." Marcus said.

 

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Safe house, somewhere in Capital City:

Devon joined Jennifer in her dismay at what Laura and Mila were suggesting, proclaiming, "Wait ... what now? Why us?"

Cole replied with his daddy-daughter age difference regarding the two of them, adding, "...and you two are already ... well ..."

Jennifer didn't blush often but hearing her boss speak about her and Devon bumping uglies caused her face to flood with red. Everyone knew that the pair were a couple, of course, but no one talked about it at work, nor did they get frisky on the job, either.

"I can hack into the Consulates computers," Mephisto said with confidence. They talked about the situation and options, then the hacker added, "...why don't we befriend her?"

Everything Mephisto suggested made perfect sense. Jennifer was still a bit stuck on the Devon and I as father-daughter part a bit, just as he was, but she finally got enough of her thinking back to quip, "And if things go to shit, I'm sure that Kitty would be happy to put a bullet in her brain from hear or far."

Kitty had been reeling over the last couple of weeks after losing a friend to a drive-by shooting. As she kept abreast of the CCPD Gang Unit investigation into the killings, they'd learned that it was a Royas shooter who had taken down not just her friend but six others. Kitty had been fuming over this and begging Marcus to let her uncork the bottle, but so far their boss had been able to keep her under control ... or so he thought.

Just a few days ago, Mephisto had identified the location of a Royas team setting up a narcotics/cash clearing location in what had once been D'Amato territory. Without telling any of her Untouchable cohort, Kitty went to Emelia for help. No one but Kitty and Emelia's people knew the details yet, but overnight the Royas team vanished, never to be seen again, as had a suspected 30 kilos of cocaine and more than $3 million dollars in cash.

Well, saying that the Colombians were never seen again wasn't entirely accurate. The index fingers of all six of them had been left behind in a box, wrapped in Christmas paper with a pretty little bow, for the Royas to find when they came to check on the operation. Kitty and Emelia both expected blowback at some point, from either or both the Royas and from Marcus. But for now, there was no evidence as to who did this, so...

"If we're going in, we'll need backup," Devon stated as everyone considered what Mephisto had just said. "Can we come up with another team to watch out backs?"

"Let me think on it." Marcus said.

"Tell me again what you said," Jennifer said, directing her demand to Mila. When the former model turned modeling agency owner turned money launderer shrugged, not understanding the question, Jennifer clarified, "You said fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, brothers and sisters..."

"Yes, the couplings, as we generally speak of them, include those variations," Mila confirmed. "Blood relationships must be at least 50% ... meaning that the two--"

Jennifer filled in quickly, "Can be half-sies... share one parent but not both. Got it."

Laura was looking Jennifer's direction and asked, "What -- or who -- do you have in mind."

Jennifer laughed. "No fucking way am I volunteering someone the way ya'll are volunteering me. I'll, um ... give me a chance to look into the possibilities."

"Okay, well ... let's talk specifics," Laura suggested. She gestured those who weren't already sitting to do so, then said, "So, if we aren't going to arrest her, how's this gonna work?"

They launched into more detail about the possibilities, with everyone -- even Mila -- offering their two cents. At one point -- trying to be inconspicuous but failing miserably -- Jennifer gestured Devon aside and led him down the hallway. In whispers, she asked, "Are we really going to do this? I mean ... sure, we are who we are, and we do what we do, and the others don't have a problem with it to the point of actually speaking about it publicly..."

She looked back the way of the others, then looked to her lover and asked with a sincere tone, "But we're talking about possibly having to be ... intimate ... in front of strangers ... in front of people who are ... well ... there for the show."

The irony of all this was that there were already members of the Untouchables doing just this! Kitty had been undercover as a stripper and sex provider for quite some time now, and for nearly as long, Teddy had been presenting as one of her patrons while simultaneously pretending to be a big spender with an assortment of young, tight-bodies beauties who may or may not have been legally old enough to be exotic dancers and -- even worse -- might have also been jail bait, pure and simple.

So, why was Jennifer so concerned about all this? Well, that was simple, really: she and Devon weren't just bumping uglies but were madly, deeply in love with one another. "How do we do this...? How do we go into that Embassy, pretending to be father-daughter and possibly ... perform for them ... for these strangers who are paying money to experience this?"

The whole thing brought up memories that Jennifer had suppressed and, sometimes, thought might have never happened in the first place. When she was young, too young to be doing such things, she'd gotten naked with her three-years-older brother and surrendered her virginity to him.

It had been hot and passionate and, of course, a bit painful, and it was something they'd never repeated or even spoken of again. But it had stayed with her all these years, deep in the recesses of her mind, deeper even after he'd been killed in a car crash when she was in her last year of high school.

And now, Jennifer was going to spend possibly 3 days in a building full of people who were not just fucking their relatives but were doing it as performance art with others from around the world. What the fuck was wrong with people?

 

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(OOC: For anyone reading our story, I'm trying to fix my pics. Patience.)

Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

Clara followed the Entertainment Coordinator's not toward a nearby booth. The man there looked young, perhaps just a few years older than her own age of barely over 18. She looked to the EC again, the man asking, "You know what to do, right?"

She hesitated, then nodded tentatively. After the EC told her the client's names, Clara made her way reluctantly over to Teddy's booth, where he invited her to sit, patting the bench next to him. She slid in beside him, close but not close enough for their bodies to make contact. He ordered drinks, telling her what she already knew, "My name is Teddy."

"I'm Clara," she said. She smiled, giggled nervously, and said, "Sorry. I guess you already know that."

"It's nice to meet you, Clara," Teddy said with a politeness she hadn't been expecting. "Taylor tells me you just had a birthday ... did you get anything nice?"

She turned her head away, fearful that her reaction -- the threat of tears -- might give away her reluctance to be here in this den of iniquity. Realizing she wasn't going to cry after all, Clara turned back to Teddy, forced a smile, and said, "I did, Mister Franks. Thank you."

She hadn't, actually, unless you considered the tragedy she'd avoided as getting something nice. Clara's father had been a gambler all his life, and all his life he'd been very bad at it. Most recently, he'd borrowed a significant amount of money from the Bratva, putting the family home up as collateral. And, as usual, he'd subsequently lost every penny on bad bets.

When Dimitri Greshenko's leg breakers came to his house, Clara interceded, begging them not to hurt her father and then promising, "I'll do anything ... anything."

The next thing she knew, she was standing before the Bratva boss in his office in nothing more than her Daisy Dukes. That had been yesterday, and today she was sitting with Teddy Franks, preparing to begin a new career to keep her father's legs from being broken.

"My party was fun yes," she continued the lie, "but I suppose I was worried about starting here."

When it arrived, Clara sipped her drink and grimaced. Most of the dancers drank non-alcoholic drinks to keep their wits about them, but the EC had sent her a screwdriver in the hopes of loosening her up. (Earlier, in conversation with the EC, Clara had said that she and her friends sometimes drank and that she was familiar with just one drink, orange juice and vodka over ice.)

Peeking off in the direction from which she'd come, Clara caught the EC standing in the shadows staring at her. She bit her lower lip, contemplated running for the door, then instead reached a hand down to Teddy's thigh. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you ... Teddy?"

"Why don't we just sit and talk for a while, hm?" he answered.

Again, Clara glanced off toward the big man in the suit, then shrugged her shoulders a tiny bit. The gesture hadn't been inconspicuous enough for her patron not to see, though; Teddy followed her gaze to the man in the shadows. The EC smiled and nodded to him politely, then turned and wandered off into the club.

Clara leaned in a bit closer, whispering, "They want me to take you to a private room ... where ... where we can ... you know."

 

[Gabe619]

Safe house, somewhere in Capitol City
Devon had followed Jen down the passage, he knew what was troubling her, it was making him feel antsy too, but he waited for her to say what was on her mind.

"Are we really going to do this? I mean ... sure, we are who we are, and we do what we do, and the others don't have a problem with it to the point of actually speaking about it publicly..." She finally said in a quiet hiss. Jennifer looked back the way of the others, then looked to her lover and asked with a sincere tone, "But we're talking about possibly having to be ... intimate ... in front of strangers ... in front of people who are ... well ... there for the show."

He chewed his lip as he considered his response. For his part he had always had a secret fetish to try sex with an audience. Steph and he had role played it a few times in bed. Being caught by a stranger but continuing as he or she watched. The places had been various, a dark alley, a dirty loading dock behind a shop, a taxi, a bus, on the beach, in the park, in a changing room of a shop. The varied and different places all had their own appeal, but they had never done it for real before she had been taken from him. Now though he was being asked to maybe perform in front of strangers as if on a stage ... actually exactly like being on a stage quite possibly. It wasn't that he had performances issues, that was most certainly not an issue when he saw Jen naked, or nearly naked, or hell fully clothed some times. Just seeing her bend over in tight jeans got him up and ready. But this wasn't just about him, if she didn't want to it then they would have to find a way to skirt the issue somehow.

"How do we do this...? How do we go into that Embassy, pretending to be father-daughter and possibly ... perform for them ... for these strangers who are paying money to experience this?"

Her voice brought him back to the real world and he nodded, acknowledging he had heard and understood her problem. He reached up and stroked his fingers through her soft blond hair and shrugged a smile.

"It sounds easy, but maybe just try and shut them out? I don't know what else to say, just lose ourselves in each other ... it's not like we haven't done that before." He chuckled.

One time they had been so into it they hadn't heard someone banging on the front door till the pizza delivery guy ended up yelling through the letter box to get someone attention. Though to be fair he got a generous tip and did get to see Jennifer in just a hastily buttoned white shirt that did nothing to hide her charms.

"I know it won't be easy, baby, and we'll try to make sure we can avoid it if we can, but if it means doing it or blowing our cover ...?" Again the shrug. "It's the job, Gunner, it can be dirty, but you just have to focus on the light at the end of the tunnel. Besides ..." He pulled her up against him now, one arm around her slender waist, she could feel his cock pushing against her belt line. "It won't be all bad ... you know I can fuck you the way you like it to take your mind off of everything." He whispered it sexily as he leaned in to kiss her neck softly, his hand around her waist slipping to cup her ass cheek.

 

[Gabe619]

Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday
As they spoke, as she answered his questions, he could feel her nervousness, the way she kept glancing off at the EC. If she'd had a birthday party at all, he realised, it hadn't been fun and now she was here and from the look in her eye and her body language it was the one place she really did not want to be at all.

Clara leaned in a bit closer, whispering, "They want me to take you to a private room ... where ... where we can ... you know."

Teddy nodded, seeing the EC smile at him and walk away. They were keeping tabs on Clara it seemed, making sure she acted the way they wanted, did what the clients wanted. Keeping the clients happy was paramount it seemed because that kept the money rolling in, but how much leverage did that give him, he wondered. Could he take Clara to a private room and just sit and chat to her? He knew the rooms would be bugged, audio and visual Mephisto had warned him so that the owners could pick up anything juicy a client might unknowingly blurt out while they were fucked or sucked. If he didn't act like a normal patron it might ruin his cover, or at least not get him closer to the information he needed to get. The one reason he was here.

Licking his lips he took Clara's hand and smiled reassuringly at her before leading her through a door and into a passage. On both sides were private rooms for clients and girls. The girls were supposed to know which ones to take their men too, but he could feel Clara's fingers trembling in his hand, she was sweating a little too. He looked at her and nodded silently to the passage of doors. She gave a small nervous smile and indicated a door on the left. Walking through it Clara locked it behind them. It was a plush room with long comfy benches, chairs, low tables, dark soft lighting. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her lips to his hard.

"Whoa!! What the fuck?!" He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away, startled. He quickly regained his sense as he saw the confusion and even feat in Clara's eyes. He smiled, hoping it would reassure her. "Sorry, you just took me by surprise."

He went and sat down on a bench, opening the champagne that had been left in an ice bucket. He was trying to keep his eyes off of Clara because what she was wearing hid next to nothing and she had an amazing body. He inwardly cringed as that thought floated to the stop, but then that was the whole point of them dressing her that way. He was running out of stalling tactics. If he didn't do something the people watching or listening would wonder why, especially as he had made mention the other night of his father telling him about the extra services the club supplied. He was backed into a corner and the only way out was through Clara.

"Come here." He said as he sipped his drink and watched her walk over and stand before him.

He looked her over, admiring her body, that at least was genuine, she really was gorgeous. His hand reached out and he saw her tense up, he paused, then continued. He felt sick inside, but he had to act a certain way, he had to keep his cover intact. His fingertips caressed her smooth arms, then her exposed belly feeling it tremble.

"You are so beautiful Clara." He sat back trying to look powerful, decisive. "Undress for me."

 

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Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

Clara was more than just nervous. She was scared. She'd only ever been with one man before ... one boy, really, as they'd both been barely 17 at the time. That had been almost a year ago, they'd only done it twice, and now she was expected to do it again with a total stranger in a backroom of a strip club.

Clara had repeatedly reminded herself of the reason she was here, and she reminded herself of it again now: to protect her father. She loved her dad and would do anything to keep him safe, including demeaning herself by engaging in sexual acts with a stranger, a customer ... in this case Teddy Franks.

She didn't see any reason to delay the inevitable. Rip the Band-aid off. Clara wrapped her arms around Teddy's neck, pressed her body against him, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Whoa!!" Teddy snapped, grabbing Clara and pushing her back from him. "What the fuck?!"

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I thought..."

She was going to say I thought that was what you wanted, and I'm supposed to give you what you want.

"Sorry, you just took me by surprise," Teddy told her. He sat, telling her invitingly, "Come here."

Clara moved closer to where Teddy sat, looking down on him with a meek expression. He was handsome and only a bit older than her -- 2 years, though she thought it might be as much as 4.

"You are so beautiful Clara," he said, sitting back into the plush, curved bench seat. He told her, "Undress for me."

A chill ran up Clara's spine, causing the flesh of her arms and legs to explode in gooseflesh. She diverted her eyes for a moment, then looked back to Teddy and said, "I'm not a stripper."

That was a very unusual thing for a woman working in a strip club to say, obviously, and she couldn't help but notice Teddy's reaction. Nervously, Clara she clarified, "I mean ... I haven't stripped ... not yet. I ... today's my first day. I ... I haven't been on the stage yet."

Clara realized that she wasn't making any sense: she'd been willing -- reluctantly willing, if there was such a thing -- to come back to a private room with a client, where she knew strippers and those clients had sex for money ... and yet she was hesitant to take her clothes off for Teddy ... really?

Still, she reached for the room's control panel and turned up the volume of the music that was playing out in the club and out of the speakers here in the room, too. She started swaying slowly side to side, getting more energetic as she went on; she turned this way, that way, then away from Teddy, shaking her ass for him as she caressed her hands over her curves erotically.

Clara could still feel her body trembling, yet she was able to reach up to one of the strings tied to keep her clothes on; strippers loved strings, because they could lean down to good tippers and let the pull the bows to loose a layer of clothing, be it a wrap, a skirt, a top, or a bottom.

 

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International Incest Invitational Timeline

Safe house, somewhere in Capitol City

"It sounds easy," Devon began his response to how the two of them were possibly going to be intimate with each other in front of the family fuckers, "but maybe just try and shut them out?"

"Shut them out?" she asked with surprise.

"I don't know what else to say," he continued, "just lose ourselves in each other ... it's not like we haven't done that before."

Jennifer smiled, also remembering the pizza boy. She'd answered the door wearing only Devon's white dress shirt, its top three and bottom buttons unfastened; her nipples were barely hidden by the parted shirt, and at one point a wind gust pushed the left tail aside to give the delivery guy a quick flash of her shaven groin, what with the total lack of panties down yonder.

He continued with his explanation of how they'd get through it, telling her, "It's the job, Gunner, it can be dirty--"

Jennifer laughed quick but short. "The job...?"

Again, she thought of Kitty stripping at the Black Heart and Teddy pretending to be her main patron. Her friends from the Academy and now from the Untouchables had promised Marcus and each other that they could pull their mission off. But Jennifer knew beyond a doubt that one or both of them was going to have to do the job, as Devon had put it, and put their relationship at risk.

"Besides," he said, pulling her to him. Even though he wasn't stiff, Jennifer could feel his cock pressing against her belly. It made her smile. "It won't be all bad..."

He promised to give her what she wanted and make her forget about the others surrounding them, which only made her laugh again. She looked down the hall to ensure they weren't being watched, then both kissed him with open lips and an exploring tongue while also reaching a hand down to cup his manhood through his slacks.

"You're an asshole," she told him when she pushed him away. Turning to return to the others, she said, "You're enjoying this too much."

Back in the other room, they found that the meeting was breaking up. Laura Shovelli was explaining to Mila Jaseck what would happen if she tried to escape the confines of the safe house, followed by her telling the men staying behind to guard her, "If she runs, shoot her. Don't kill her ... maybe just put it through one of those long, luscious legs."

She caught the dirty look from the money launderer, then caught the smile from Jennifer. Laura, recalling how the Untouchable had smashed in Mila's face weeks earlier, said, "I'm sure Officer Kennedy could get behind that, right?"

"I'd shoot her in that tight butt of hers if you let me," Jennifer said, chuckling at Mila's murmuring of several dirty words. To Laura, Jennifer said, "Devon and I will do this. You can count on us. I just have a question about Maria Royas."

"Which would be...?" Laura asked as she gathered together the files she'd laid out for the conversation that had just ended.

"Who is this relative she's bringing with her?" Jennifer asked. "I mean..."

She looked for Devon and found him talking to Marcus across the room. Taking Laura by the elbow, Jennifer led her to the home's kitchen, then told her, "You said there might be some swapping involved."

"Well, Mila said that, but ... yeah, she says it happens." Laura looked back toward the living room for eavesdroppers, then asked quietly, "Are you trying to avoid swapping ... or...?"

Jennifer felt a blush flood her face, causing her to laugh in soft embarrassment. She, too, looked for others too near, then explained, "No, I don't want to partake of any swapping. I'm just thinking..."

"You're not going to shock me, Jennifer," Laura reassured her. "Just tell me--"

"Devon's throwing a barbeque at his place Saturday," the Untouchable said. "You should come. I, um ... I have someone in mind for the backup role we talked about. The thing is ... she's the right age -- 42, 43, maybe 44 -- to bring either a faux-father or a faux-son."

"So ... you're thinking that if we knew whether or not Maria Royas was bringing a younger or older family member..." Laura said, catching on.

"We could send this backup with the correctly aged family member to possibly do some swapping," Jennifer said, filling in what Laura had been about to say.

"I'll ask Mila is she knows," Laura said, turning Jennifer back toward the front room as she finished, "and I'll have an answer for you before the barbeque ... which I would be more than happy to attend."

Back out front and rejoining Devon for the walk out to their separate vehicles, Jennifer said, "I think you should invite Abby to the barbeque this Saturday. Yeah, yeah, I know: you said she told you she had plans. But ... she really needs to be there. I mean really."

 

[Gabe619]

Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

Teddy was a little confused when Clara exclaimed she wasn't stripper, but then she explained and began to dance for him as she turned the music up. At least, he considered, she was of legal age, if only just. He didn't have to feel to guilty that watching her was making him hard. He didn't try to hide it, again figuring anyone in this situation in this club most certainly wouldn't either. He watched her closely and he could see that although she was slowly getting into the dancing, there were a couple of hesitations, a couple of shivers. He wanted to take her in his arms and hug her and tell her it would be ok, that she didn't have to be scared, but he couldn't. All he could do was act the part of a sleazy pervert who liked young girls.

As Clara pulled the string releasing her top it seemed to drift away as if it was on a soft breeze to land on the carpet. Her upper body naked now and he saw she was keeping her back to him as much as possible, again showing her nervousness. But damn did she look amazing. Skin as smooth as silk, small pert breasts that he just wanted to suck on and nibble. Her swaying hips, not to big, not to small, moving with a grace that perhaps even Clara would have found odd considering the situation. Teddy reached down and squeezed his cock bulge as he watched her. That part at least he wasn't faking, he really did have a hard erection for her.

"Come closer." He instructed her, watching as she paused then did as ordered. She was about three foot away now.

He relaxed back and smiled, his eyes taking her all in as the music continued, then he had an idea. He knew the room was bugged, he knew it would be visual and audio, but just how good were the audio bugs? What if he just turned the music up a little. He reached for the control, turning it up just enough that he figured they could talk and not be heard by anyone listening. Then he took a huge chance, one that might wreck the investigation if Clara reacted the wrong way, or one that could blow it open if she reacted the right way and had something he could use. He reached out, taking her hand, pulling her closer so she danced between his spread legs, his fingertips caressing her bare legs as she danced in just a wrap around micro skirt.

"Clara, listen to me closely" He began, looking up into her eyes as he spoke, hoping his expression would tell her he was serious. "Keep dancing, do not stop or pause, but listen to me very carefully." He licked his lips, time to take the plunge. "I am an undercover police officer. My name is really Teddy, so you can call me that and its fine. This room is bugged, audio and visual, I don't know if they told you that. I am here investigating the prostitution ring ran out of this club, specifically young girls like you."

As he spoke her dancing slowed, her eyes got wider, then despite what he had told her she stopped and stared at him.

"Keep dancing!!" He hissed, and she jumped a little and begun to sway again. "I don't know why you're here, I don't know if you wanted this or they forced you. But me and my friends want to bring it to an end. I would like to help you, Clara. I would like to get you out of this. But to help you I need you to help me. If you can tell me anything, anything you might of seen or heard. Something I can use to close the place down. Don't worry about it right now, but please, think about it. When we're finished I will give you a card, they will think its just a business card and if they ask you to show them let them see. But the number on it will put you through to me at any time, day or night." He had continued you slowly caress her arms and legs as he spoke. "Now the hard part ... they think I am a paying patron, a client, I need to keep that cover intact which means ... we need to play it out. Do you understand what I am saying, Clara?"