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Devon's house, Saturday - The BBQ: III Timeline:

The house Devon owned he had brought for his family, for him, Steph and Angela. After they died he had started to spend more time at his garage to the point he slept there most nights. Since joining the Untouchables though he had begun to come back here. At first the house had been full of painful memories of his loss. But slowly those same memories began to bring him joy. Remembering a birthday, or an anniversary, or watching Angela first walk, or ride her bike down the drive. He had cleaned it up, done some much needed DIY and now the house was as good, in some respects better, as it had when he lived here before. It was a detached house in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. He knew his neighbours well and they had kept an eye on the place while he had been away. It had two bedrooms upstairs, a big family bathroom and an ensuite from the master bedroom. Open plan downstairs between the kitchen and living room, a small snug he had turned into his man cave and a basement he had worked on to turn it into a gym and storage room for Steph and himself.

It was the swimming pool out back though that was his pride and joy. To buy it from a firm would have bankrupted him, so instead he made it a project and the over ten years they lived there, with the help of some friends on weekends, he had built the pool to his own specs. Then he had arranged the garden around it. He had always been very proud of it. He had even put in a hot tub which Steph had loved. Today however was the first time since his families deaths that he had entertained at the house, and he was feeling a little nervous about it. All his friends would be seeing it for the first time and although he couldn't say why the butterflies in his belly wouldn't settle.

That hadn't stopped him from buying up half the meat aisle at the supermarket for the BBQ however. He had even bought a new, bigger BBQ to do the cooking on. The patio was easily big enough to house it and the tables he had set out for the other food, salads, cakes, rolls, bread, dips, etc, etc. As he stood there looking at the feast he laughed, he had gone a little OTT he thought. He hadn't even let Jennifer come over to help him, though now he wished he had. He regretted not bring her here alone, so she could get a sense of the place and maybe feel the ghosts of his lost wife and daughter. He knew that Jen could bring the spark back to the house.

He heard the doorbell and wearing an apron that said 'don't shoot the chef' he wandered through his home and opened the door to see his neighbours, Gwen and Hank Floyd and their son Adrian. After hugs all round he took the home baked apple pie from Gwen, her pies had always been to die for, and led them through to the garden out back. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and it was going to be a wonderful day.

"Uncle Devon, do you need any help?"

Adrian asked as he looked around. The boy was 18 now and the apple of his parents eye. He was a line backer for his school football team and Hank told him, constantly, just how good his son was and that he expected scouts from major colleges to be coming to watch him. The lad was handsome, blue eyed and had just a tinge of light tan to his skin tone, probably from his mothers side, Devon suspected as she had parents who had been born in Mexico.

"Uh, yeah, actually. I didn't have time to check the pool and hot tub, Adrian, could you make sure they are all ok and full?"

"Sure thing." The lad stripped his shirt off as the sun beat down and wandered off into the garden to work on the project assigned him.

"Is he fighting off the girls at school yet?" Devon grinned as he dug an elbow into Hanks side.

Gwen laughed and Hank smirked. "Oh yeah! The boy is not shy around the ladies ... well, he hasn't any right to be shy, look at that body on him. Puts me and you to shame, McCauley."

"Speak for yourself old man. Let me get you a beer." Devon laughed as he walked inside to find some cold ones.
 
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Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

"Come closer," Teddy instructed Clara.

She did as he asked, but hesitantly. She knew that the distance between them would continue to diminish until finally, her first client was just near her or against her but in her.

Then, Teddy dropped a MOAB; Clara knew the term -- the Mother Of All Bombs -- from all of the news coverage with which she'd grown up during America's fight against terrorism: "I am an undercover police officer..."

Her eyes widened and, for a moment, her body went still. He chasticed barely over the music, "Keep dancing!!"

If she hadn't been trembling with fear before, she most certainly was now. A police officer...? A cop! What was she supposed to do with this information? Sure, Teddy claimed that he was here to take down Dimitri Greshenko and his expansive prostitution ring, but ... c'mon, this cop was a fucking kid!

How was this going to affect Clara, and even more than that, how was this going to affect her father? If Dimitri was taken down, would Clara's father's debt go away? Or would Clara's only opportunity to pay it off -- dancing for, sucking off, and fucking clients -- go away, leaving her unable to keep her father's bones in their original conditions.

What if he's lying?" Clara suddenly thought to herself. What if he's not a cop? What if he's trying to get a freebee by claiming that he's the law? No. No, that didn't make any sense. He was fucking with the Bratva. Clara knew who these guys were and what they did to people who threatened them. No, Teddy -- or whatever his real name was -- wouldn't risk that if he, too, knew who Dimitri Greshenko was.

Clara has continued to pull at bowed strings until she was finally down to nothing but a tiny thong when Teddy told her, "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?"

She knew what that meant, yes, but her mind was still reeling with Teddy's revelation. Clara forced herself to continue her dance; she was between his knees now, with no room to move her feet, leaving her simply twisting and swaying her nearly naked body.

Presuming that Teddy was right about there being cameras and microphones recording them, Clara leaned forward to put her lips close to the cop's ear and whispered, "I understand."

Then, kneeling down between his knees, Clara began loosing Teddy's clothing. She started with the buttons of his waistcoat -- he'd shed his suit jacket earlier -- then moved to the buttons of his shirt, spreading the clothing to reveal his torso. He was fit, with a firm chest and a hint of six-pack abs. Clara appreciated his smooth skin, particularly after her former boyfriend whose torso had had thick, curly hair over the majority of it.

Next, she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped him. Grasped his clothes at his waist and pulled downward; he helped by lifting his ass, and in a slow, smooth motion, Clara pulled his slacks and underwear down to mid-thigh. His cock -- now rock hard -- popped up like a Jack-in-the-box to point at an angle toward the wall just over Teddy's head.

Clara just stared at the cop's erection for a long moment. It was thicker than her one-and-only lover's cock, though, maybe not as long. It was frightening to her, though. Oh, not like it was ugly or some sort of monster or anything like that. It was just that ... well ... she didn't know Teddy. Clara had dated her boyfriend for almost two years before she ever saw his cock, and even then, they'd only been skinny dipping with others in the dark at a neighborhood pond, and it would be another three months after that before he ever put it inside her.

And then, of course, there was the whole cop thing. Wasn't this illegal? Was he allowed to fuck, um ... what were they called ... CIs ... what did that stand for ... confidential informants, is what they called them on her father's favorite series, Chicago PC. Cops weren't supposed to fuck their CIs; Teddy wasn't supposed to fuck her.

But he'd said it: they needed to maintain his cover. So ... Clara stood again ... looked down on Teddy with a nervous, frightened smile, and pulled one last bowed string. Her tiny thong fell away, revealing -- courtesy of Dimitri's spa down the road -- her professional waxed crotch and the already swollen clit that was just ever-so-barely peeking out from between her also-swollen labia.

Clara gave Teddy a moment to appreciate her, then walked to a little table near the door. She retrieved a string of condoms and a small bottle of gel, and returned to her client. Without hesitation -- and recalling the training she'd received the day before -- she skillfully applied the condom and gel to Teddy's impressive erection, then moved to sit in his lap.

"You can put it in me," she whispered into his ear after placing her lips near it again. "Or just..."

She didn't actually say that she was fine with him pretending to fuck her ... but she hoped that he understood the suggestion. Of course, depending upon where the cameras were located...
 
Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday
He sat there watching her as she stripped him of his clothing. She seemed to occasionally stop to admire him, or her touch got gentler, more caressing, he hoped she was at least enjoying this somewhat,, but then would he have been? The issue, he realised, was that he didn't know Clara ... at all. He had taken a dive off the deep end and trusted a total stranger with the knowledge that he was an undercover cop. That information could leave him dead in a ditch outside of town if she told the wrong person. Hell, if she told anyone!!

He looked down as she pulled his pants and boxers down and seemed to be, if not admiring, then certainly assessing his very hard cock. Then she had removed her thong and for a moment he couldn't remember why he was there. He had thought her beautiful and sexy, yes, very much so. Any man would, but now she was fully naked and her smooth, bare pussy was right before his face and somehow she looked years younger, and vulnerable. As he watched her walk away he admired her firm tight ass too, he had always been an ass man he realised. She returned with a condom, so at least safe sex was practiced here he thought, unless you paid more money? He wondered about that. Where did the almighty dollar's influence end and practicality take over. The club wouldn't want their girls catching something off a client now would they, but he was sure he had seen some getting blowjobs, and that was as effective a way to give a girl something as fucking her. His attention was swiftly brought back to the now though as Clara moved onto his lap, her arms slipping around his neck.

"You can put it in me," she whispered into his ear after placing her lips near it again. "Or just..."

Or just ... yes, yet another problem. Could he fake fucking this girl? They would be sure to be watching. A new client and a new girl both in the same room at the same time? Oh yes, they would be watching and listening like hawks. So just how much could the get away with, and just where were the cameras that he knew were here. Would they want to be able to zoom in and see a cock penetrating the girls who brought their men here, or would they just be making sure the men behaved themselves?

"Lets risk it .... I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Clara." He whispered back, masking it by kissing her neck and ear.

He let his hands slip to cup her firm ass as his hips began to slowly thrust up and down, rubbing his condom covered dick against her pussy lips and clit. At least the gel she had used meant it smoothly stroked over her, but he wondered if she was at all wet. Probably not, if she was scared, and he had given her every reason to me, he doubted her body would be finding enough arousal to moisten her young pussy. He leaned in again, they had to sell this, so as he thrust with his hips, he kissed her smooth shoulders and neck again, then her cheek and ear, his hands caressing from her ass up and down her back, holding him against her as the act continued.

It was actually starting to feel good, very good. Clara was leaning into him and unless they had a camera on the floor pointing right up her ass there would be no way they could tell he wasn't inside her and their bodies were to close together for one above them to see if his cock had vanished into her or not. His hands found her ass again, squeezing softly.

"You really are incredible, Clara." He moaned softly, his arousal mounting. "So hot ... I mean that."

The last few words were to let her know this wasn't part of the act, that he meant it. Whether or not she would care he didn't know, but he wanted her to know he appreciated her and what she was doing. He hoped somewhere inside her she might be enjoying this just a little, the friction between his cock and her pussy lips and clit was certainly making him feel very, very good.
 
III Timeline -- The Saturday after Mila's reveal of the Invitational

Devon's house - The BBQ:

(OOC -- The first image below labeled "Jennifer" is not actually our Jennifer but imagine her as such; this is our Jennifer. All other characters' images should be imagined in the context of the story.)


Kitty was showing Teddy the come-n-get-me-red Porsche that was now part of her cover at the Black Heart when she heard Jennifer approaching on her new ride. Kitty stared in amazement, then -- as Jennifer came to stop at the curb -- laughed and called out "Bitch...! What the fuck is this?"

Jennifer removed her helmet, tossed her hair about, and answered, "Just playing the part, Bitch!"

As Teddy headed inside, Jennifer showed off the bike to Kitty while also updating her on the reason for having it. The Road Rats outlaw motorcycle club was trying to establish a meth operation in former D'Amato territory. Emelia D'Angelo had caught wind of it and, obviously, wasn't about to let them succeed.

Rather than send her own men in, guns a'blazin', Emelia had come to Marcus first, giving him an option to come up with an alternative that was more legal ... or, at least, less illegal. Jennifer had grown up on both dirt and street bikes, so she'd volunteered to get close to the Road Rats, thus the Hog, the leather, and -- courtesy of Mephisto -- criminal record that portrayed her as a truly violent, drug slinging bad ass.

The girls turned for the house but only got a few steps before Jennifer slowed to a stop. This was her first time here. She and Devon had been sleeping together for months now but always at her apartment. Just like his inviting her to his family's gravesites, Devon's inviting Jennifer to his home had been something for which he'd had to find the right time.

Today's barbeque was perfect. She wasn't here alone with Devon -- in Stephanie's house-- which Jennifer would have found difficult. After a moment's pause, she followed Kitty into the house, through it, and out the back to the patio where the fun was already underway.

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The outing went along as anyone would have expected, with food, drink, laughter, and wild tales from work and life beyond it. Jennifer spent a good portion of the time close to her lover. They didn't engage in an excess of public displays of affection -- they were still rather private about their relationship -- but on occasion Jennifer or Devon did steal a kiss, a hug, or an inconspicuous pat on the ass.

Jennifer was having a wonderful time, but she couldn't get her mind off a very specific topic. At one point, when he was no longer strapped with cooking duties, she sidled up to Devon's side, took him by the hand, and whispered, "I need to talk to you ... in private."

There were plenty of rooms to which Jennifer could have taken her lover, including his bedroom, which he probably thought had been her plan all the time. Instead, she took him to the laundry room because -- as she would need soon enough -- it had windows that looked out on the patio, the pool, and the two people about whom she was about to speak.

She closed the door behind them and said, "Remember when I told ya'll that I had an idea about who could be our backup at the Triple-I...?" She paused, then said bluntly, "Abigail ... and Adrian."

She hesitated again, knowing that Devon would have a reaction for which he would need that moment of pause. Then she continued, "Abby is a beautiful woman who would be warmly welcomed at any get-together that was sexual based. And Adrian...?"

Jennifer reached up to pull the curtains open. Adrian was floating on the pool's gentle surface in a giant blowup plastic swan. She presumed that years ago it had belonged to Devon's daughter, Angela. Had he not been able to toss it out or give it away? Or, maybe, he'd just bought it this morning, she didn't know and was afraid to ask.

Despite the dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, it was clear that Adrian's gaze was set on Abby. She was standing with Adrian's parents, chatting; earlier, she'd changed into a modest and yet still sexy bikini that -- with her back to Adrian -- so deliciously showed off her full, tight ass to him.

"He's barely taken his eyes off her since she arrived," Jennifer said, emphasizing, "and she's the old lady amongst us. He ogled me, sure ... Kitty, too, and Laura. But he knows that I'm with you ... he knows that Kitty's with Teddy. That leaves Laura and Abby ... and it's Abby that he can't take his eyes off of.

"Even though he's just a kid compared to her," Jennifer continued, gesturing Devon's attention toward Adrian, "he still looks at her like that! You know why...? Because deep in his sex starved mind, he wants to believe that -- given the right circumstances -- he could actually have that sexy, incredible cougar ... that he could actually get her naked and put his cock inside her."

Jennifer smiled wide, laughed, and blushed; she didn't typically talk like that to Devon, not even when she was in bed with him. She continued, "Also ... well ... there's something you should know. Abby and Patrick ... they aren't doing so hot these days. He's cheating on her ... with a woman at his law firm."

Again, Jennifer paused to let Devon absorb the information and, if he needed, to react. She went on, "I guess this woman is young ... 20s ... and ... well ... Abby responded in kind. She's been picking up younger men ... at her gym ... at bars. Last week, she borrowed Patrick's Mercedes when hers was in the shop. She found his skank's panties crammed down in the front seat.

"She was so pissed, she drove over to that market where he buys his fancy wines and cheeses and fucked one of the bagboys in the front seat. The way she tells it, they made quite a mess on the leather ... both front seats and the back." Jennifer shrugged, adding, "I guess he's staying at the Radisson for a while."

Jennifer stepped closer, taking Devon's hands in her own. "She wouldn't want me to tell you this, but ... I think you need to know this ... to understand what I'm suggesting." She drew his attention to the pair again, continuing, "Mila told us that Maria Royas has an older brother and a son ... 40-something and 18, respectively. And Mephisto said he found DNA samples and blood tests for three Royas's. We don't know which one of them is her partner for the Invitational ... maybe both. But I think we have to take a chance ... we have to hope Maria's bringing her son ... that she's into young men--"

She gestured out the window again, finishing, "--and we have to ask Abby to be our backup ... and ask her to seduce your neighbor.
 
Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

Clara pressed her now naked slit against Teddy's sheathed, rock-hard erection. She could feel it part her labia, and when she moved forward slowly, then back, she felt his bulbous head flit over her clit, one way, then the other. It felt good, she wouldn't deny. But the trembling deep down inside her prevented her from truly enjoying the feeling.

"Lets risk it," Teddy whispered to her, adding, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Clara."

She didn't immediately understand what he meant, particularly after he grasped her ass and thrusted his full length up and down her slit. But Teddy made no effort to actually insert himself; he laid his head back into the padded bench seat and enjoyed what she was already doing to him.

"You really are incredible, Clara," Teddy moaned softly. "So hot ... I mean that."

As she was slowly moving forward and back over him, Clara's fear and discomfort and hesitation were beginning to wane. The feel of him sliding back and forth against her, over her, wasn't something that could simply be dismissed. Her fingers gripped into his shoulders, and leaning forward Clara pressed her bare breasts against his just as bare chest.

Teddy wasn't her lover; he wasn't her boyfriend; he wasn't even some handsome guy she'd met at the mall who made her all hot and bothered inside. He was a customer paying to fuck her which -- although they weren't actually doing it -- he could if he wanted. She shouldn't enjoy this; she shouldn't want to enjoy this.

And yet Clara couldn't resist it. It just felt ... so good. She sped her motion in Teddy's lap as she pulled back to look him in the eyes. She moaned, "It feels so good ... you feel ... so good. I'm ... I'm not just saying that because..."

She didn't want to say because you're paying me, but he probably knew what she was thinking. Truthfully, though, she wasn't saying it because he was paying her but because he truly was making her feel good. Clara began to forget that the reason for all this was his pleasure not hers ... and she reached a hand down between them, grasping his cock and moving it to her opening, saying, "I want you inside me, Teddy."
 
III Storyline
Bogota, Columbia

From the balcony of her 55th floor condominium, Maria Royas looked out upon the city of her birth and yearned for simpler, safer times. Since her father's murder four months earlier, the 35-year-old and a cohort of loyal and dedicated followers had worked tirelessly to solidify her control over the Cartel that bore her family's name.

It had been a bloody and violent campaign, not unlike the assassination of her father. Roberto Royas had thrown a birthday party for one of his grandsons, an event that his enemies knew would attract most if not all of his family members. While Roberto was playing croquet with an assortment of adults and children, a traitorous element of the Cartel's employees opened fire on Roberto's loyal men and woman with automatic weapons.

By the time the shooting had ended, there were 26 dead or mortally wounded: Roberto Royas, of course; two of his three sons, Alejandro and Carlos; one of his two daughters, Esmerelda; 9 guards; 7 other estate workers; and 6 children who were presumably collateral damage.

Roberto's wife, Annalita, had survived because only moments before the shooting had begun, she'd taken several children on a walk to a pond at the bottom of the property, something that the attackers had not realized. She rushed the children away from the property into the thickening jungle, where they hid until her only surviving son -- who got her on one of the older children's cell phones -- came with loyal forces to rescue her.

That surviving son, Maximillian, had survived by yet another quirk of fate. He'd used the promise of financial gain and his position as Roberto's heir apparent to lure a 14-year-old house servant into the backseat of a sedan parked out near the mansion's gate. He was claiming her virginity as the gunfire erupted.

Without either redressing or concerning himself with the safety of his family, friends, or Cartel underlings, Max got behind the wheel of the sedan and raced it toward the gate. They came under fire from a man there, and as they zoomed pass, the man put a bullet through the side window and into the girl's skull. Nearer to the bottom of the hill, Max stopped to push the dead girl out onto the dirt and gravel road, then continued on to safety.

As for Maria, she hadn't been on the estate at all at the time of the massacre. She was by this point in time a key player in the Cartel's operations. Yet there were very few people who knew this; Maria's involvement -- which focused on spreading the organization's operations into the United States -- was something that was highly classified, and as such there had been no way for the traitors to know whether she'd be there that day or not.

Now, 4 months later, Maria was fairly confident that she and Max had killed the last of the men and women responsible for her family nearly being wiped out. 26 people had died that day on the estate; since then, more than 100 conspirators and those closely associated to them had been hunted down and been killed.

The other Colombian Cartels had seen a void left by the death of Roberto and had tried to make a move on the Royas business. Maria and Max made it clear to them that the Royas's were still very much in charge, and yet they still tried to make inroads into what they considered open and available markets.

These people had suffered the same fate as the conspirators. Maria and Max's loyal soldiers had killed more than 300 men and women, from Cartel bosses to soldiers protecting cocaine shipments, until finally the only cocaine smuggling enterprise left in Colombia was the Royas Cartel.

(OOC: I was going to introduce Maria's son, but I can't keep my eyes open.)
 
III Timeline -- The Saturday after Mila's reveal of the Invitational

Devon's house - The BBQ:
As Jennifer led Devon to the laundry room he was a little unsure what her purpose might be. A quick fuck perhaps, some making out, a blow job ...? He was up for any of it, but when they were finally in the room, the door closed and standing by the window looking out onto the pool and patio she got serious.

"Remember when I told ya'll that I had an idea about who could be our backup at the Triple-I...?" Jennifer paused, then said bluntly, "Abigail ... and Adrian."

McCauley looked at her blankly. "Abby and Adrian what exactly?" He asked.

"Abby is a beautiful woman who would be warmly welcomed at any get-together that was sexual based. And Adrian...?" She parted the curtain and they both looked out at where he was floating in the pool with Devon's daughters blow up swan. "He's barely taken his eyes off her since she arrived," Jennifer said, emphasizing, "and she's the old lady amongst us. He ogled me, sure ... Kitty, too, and Laura. But he knows that I'm with you ... he knows that Kitty's with Teddy. That leaves Laura and Abby ... and it's Abby that he can't take his eyes off of."

Devon glanced at Jen, then back out at the people outside. Hank and Gwen were laughing at something Abby had said, they all seemed to be having fun. Then his eyes travelled to Adrian and yes, he realised, Jennifer was right. He probably thought with the dark glasses on no one would know where he was looking, but he had failed to take into account the angle of his head. Unless he was checking his own mother out, which to be fair most every son does at some point and Gwen was still quite the looker, there was only one other person in his line of sight ... Abby. McCauley took a second to admire the black lady in her bikini, she certainly did fill it out incredibly well. A small smirk played on his lips. Any hormone driven teen boy would have been checking her out, stripping her with his eyes.

"Even though he's just a kid compared to her," Jennifer continued, gesturing Devon's attention toward Adrian, "he still looks at her like that! You know why...? Because deep in his sex starved mind, he wants to believe that -- given the right circumstances -- he could actually have that sexy, incredible cougar ... that he could actually get her naked and put his cock inside her."

The smile on Devon's face widened as he turned his eyes back to his lover. That was quite the explicit wording form her he thought, and he felt his cock hardening slightly just from her talking dirty. He kinda hoped she would when they were alone again. But what she said next sobered him immediately.

"Also ... well ... there's something you should know. Abby and Patrick ... they aren't doing so hot these days. He's cheating on her ... with a woman at his law firm." Jennifer confessed.

Devon had known Abby and Patrick almost the same length of time. She had just graduated the Academy and he had just taken her under his wing as her TO when she and Patrick married. Devon and his family had even gone to the wedding. He couldn't say that he hadn't liked her new husband, the man had been friendly enough and at the time they both seemed very much in love. He supposed though that with some marriages the couple could grow apart. That hadn't been the case with him and Steph, if anything they had grown closer. Having not kept up contact with Abby for a good few years now it did shock him to know Patrick was cheating on her. Was he mad?! He had a wife like Abby but was risking it all to fuck some younger girl on his staff?!

"I guess this woman is young ... 20s ... and ... well ... Abby responded in kind." Jen continued as Devon listened with an almost sad expression, his eyes sometimes flicking to Abby outside who seemed to be having fun. "She's been picking up younger men ... at her gym ... at bars. Last week, she borrowed Patrick's Mercedes when hers was in the shop. She found his skank's panties crammed down in the front seat. She was so pissed, she drove over to that market where he buys his fancy wines and cheeses and fucked one of the bagboys in the front seat. The way she tells it, they made quite a mess on the leather ... both front seats and the back." Jennifer shrugged, adding, "I guess he's staying at the Radisson for a while."

That was Abby, Devon concluded. The phrase 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' could have been made for her. She had always been emotional and acted on that emotion. Such a thing could get a cop in a lot of trouble, even dead. McCauley had tried to rid her of such things as her TO, but maybe she had simply managed to hide and channel that fury in other ways. Her going out and cheating on Patrick when she found out he was cheating on her ...? Oh, yes, that was Abby to a tee.

"She wouldn't want me to tell you this, but ... I think you need to know this ... to understand what I'm suggesting." Jennifer drew his attention to the pair again, continuing, "Mila told us that Maria Royas has an older brother and a son ... 40-something and 18, respectively. And Mephisto said he found DNA samples and blood tests for three Royas's. We don't know which one of them is her partner for the Invitational ... maybe both. But I think we have to take a chance ... we have to hope Maria's bringing her son ... that she's into young men--"

She gestured out the window again, finishing, "--and we have to ask Abby to be our backup ... and ask her to seduce your neighbour."

The whole thing was making Devon's head spin. Jen was right, Abby wouldn't want him to know about her husband and what he was up too. Even now, all these years later the woman still tried to put on a good front for her old TO, to show no weakness. To admit she was losing her husband to another woman would be considered by her a great weakness, a failing somehow, even though she had done nothing wrong. So he would keep it to himself, for now at least. Having her as backup at the III was inspired though. She was tough, strong, confident and looked incredible with any clothes she wore. She would go down a bomb for sure and she could provide the perfect backup if things went south. The only point of Jennifer's plan that made him uneasy was roping Adrian into this.

"She won't have trouble getting Adrian on side." He stated with a small smile, agreeing with her about how the young man was ogling the older lady. "But the boy has no training, he would be a sheep among the wolves."

He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. What exactly would they need the lad to do though really? Act like a puppy dog around Abby? Ogle naked and half naked women of all ages? Fuck Abby on command, and anyone else on offer? McCauley looked out at Adrian again. Well, the boy was certainly fit enough, and being 18 Devon knew the lad probably got hard if the wind changed, so that wouldn't be an issue either. Not to mention all the things Abby could teach him that would only benefit any girlfriends he might have, or would have. If they could make sure Abby didn't get made then Adrian was safe, and the only way Abby would get made was if she screwed up or Mephisto did ... neither option very likely McCauley admitted to himself. He turned back to Jennifer and nodded.

"OK, it could work, but we have to be honest and up front with Adrian about what he is walking into. Now, do we tell his parents ...?"
 
Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday
Her bare breasts and nipples rubbing over his chest made Teddy shiver as their bodies seemed to meld together in the heat of the moment. As he felt her motion in his lap speeding up their eyes met.

"It feels so good ... you feel ... so good. I'm ... I'm not just saying that because..."

Clara moaned and Teddy held her slim hips in his hands, matching her thrusting actions as the moment took over. She was as into it it now seemed as he was, they had both declared their feelings. Even so her next action took him by surprise.

"I want you inside me, Teddy." She sighed, still looking in his eyes as he felt her slender fingers reach down and grasp his cock, angling the head so it rubbed on her wet swollen pussy lips.

He wanted to ask was she sure, but he knew she was. He had given her ever out he could to make this easier on her, but she wanted more. His ego wanted to believe he was just that good, his common sense though told him it was probably a mix of drink, sexual tension and pleasure. She was using his cock to feel good as much as he was using her body for the same reason. So he didn't try to stop her, though he did offer her one last bridge.

"If it feels painful .... if you don't enjoy it, its ok to stop ..... ok?" He whispered softly, his body shuddering as how good her fingers felt on his dick as his cock head found purchase as she moved her hips forward and slipped inside.

He gasped, his body tensing, his eyes half closing. God ... she was so tight .... so tight, but it felt sooooo good too. He held her in place for a few seconds, his cock head inside her only, gripping her hips preventing her pushing down more even if she wanted to. Then, slowly, he eased up the pressure, letting his shaft sink inside her her more, so slow that she had all the time in the world to stop if she wanted to.

"You feel so good, Clara .... soooo fucking good." Teddy hissed, his head back on the benches cushioned head rests, eyes still open and still watching her expression, his lips tight in a thin line as his fingers relaxed on her body, slipping back to her ass cheeks again. He REALLY loved her ass!!!
 
III Timeline -- The Saturday after Mila's reveal of the Invitational

Devon's house - The BBQ:

"She won't have trouble getting Adrian on her side," Devon said, stating what they both knew. "But the boy has no training, he would be a sheep among the wolves."

"So will we!" Jennifer told him. She pulled him to her again, explaining, "We don't really know what the Invitational is all about. I mean, it could be nothing more than a party with beer and pot and people making out in the corners and sneaking off to bedrooms to fuck ... or it could be an all-out orgy with naked people covered in oil writhing about on plastic sheets covering the floor. We just don't know.

"Sure, about the other thing, you're right ... he's not a cop," she continued. "But if we do our jobs right, he won't need to be one. All he has to do is walk about the Embassy with Abby, pretending to be her son ... her lover. I don't know about you, but I don't see him having trouble with that."

Jennifer was, of course, presuming that Abby wouldn't have a problem with this. They hadn't approached her about any of this, but knowing how she'd been acting recently after learning of her husband's infidelity, Jennifer thought this was a gimme.

"OK, it could work," Devon agreed, "but we have to be honest and up front with Adrian about what he is walking into."

"Sure, of course," Jennifer confirmed. "It's gonna sound strangeto him ... very ... but I think he'll jump at the chance to do this. If not just to hang out with Abby, then maybe to help us with our case."

Jennifer wasn't actually sure that that was true. Adrian was young and, as they both knew, not a trained police officer. For all she knew, he was going to laugh at them, accusing them of being positively nuts.

Devon asked, "Now, do we tell his parents ...?"

Jennifer laughed. "Tell his parents that a woman more than twice his age is going to take him to an incest orgy in Russia ... because legally, that's what the Russian Embassy is ... Russia!"

She shook her head. "I'll leave that decision up to you. Right now, though, I'm going out to talk to Abby. That's the easy part: getting her to agree to this. Adrian and his parents ... that's up to you to figure out."

Jennifer kissed her lover, squeezed his buttocks with both hands, giggled, and hurried off, calling back over his shoulder, "Good luck, Ol' Man."

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Even before Jennifer had left the laundry room, the party was showing signs of breaking up. Some guests had Saturday evening plans; others just knew when to call it a night. Jennifer had earlier told Abby that she had something about which to speak to her in private, so after bidding farewell to the others, they dropped into seats at the farthest end of the patio, where Jennifer explained about the International Incest Invitational.

Abby had laughed loudly at first, just as it had from Jennifer when she'd first been told about it. But after a thorough and serious description -- including the part where Jennifer explained that she and Devon were going as a father-daughter couple, the Sergeant's reaction was a very shocked, "This is un-fucking-believable."

"Well, that's not even the unbelievable part," Jennifer told Abby. "We, um ... we need backup ... someone to watch out for us while we're in the embassy ... essentially in Russia."

When Jennifer paused, staring solidly into Abby's eyes, the older cop said with understanding, "You want me to go with you."

When Jennifer smiled and shrugged, Abby asked, "And ... just who am I supposed to be going in with? I mean, if you and Devon are going in as..."

While the older cop had been trying to figure this out, the younger one turned to look back toward the barbeque area, where a particularly handsome 18-year-old was helping clean up and shut things down. When Jennifer looked back, Abby's lips were wide with a smile. With dismay, she said, "You gotta be kidding."

"He's had a woody for you all afternoon," Jennifer told her.

Abby looked to Adrian, coincidentally as he glanced over to her, too. She smiled to him, then looked back to Jennifer. "Yeah, sure ... I caught him checking me out a couple of times. But, c'mon, he's gotta be, what, 16, 17?"

"He's 18," Jennifer corrected. "Turned so a couple of months ago. And besides! It's not like you have to have sex with him, though, I'm pretty sure, he'd love the fuck out that--"

"Stop!" Abby laughed. "Knock that off."

"Listen, you don't have to fuck him," Jennifer returned to trying to make this work. "All you have to do is take him to the party and pretend that the two of you are incestuously involved. Hold his hand, kiss his cheek, pat his ass..." Jennifer turned to look at Adrian, adding, "My god, look at that ass. If I wasn't already with Devon--"

Abby laughed again, then said, "Does he know about this? Have you asked him?"

"Devon's taking care of that," Jennifer answered. "Might already have, I dunno. What I do know is that Adrian would go anywhere so long as you were there, and we need you to go to this thing with us. So ... whaddaya say?"

Abby was shaking her head lightly in disbelief, but eventually she said, "Yeah, sure ... of course. I got your back."

Jennifer leaned forward to hug Abby, then stood and hurried to find Devon to give him the good news. Back at the other end of the pool, Abby studied the teen as he'd been doing to her all afternoon. Jennifer was right about one thing: Adrian was hot.
 
Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

She could see the want in Teddy's eyes when she said she wanted him to fuck her. With his lubed and wrapped shaft in her hand, she put him at her hole and lowered downward; it had been a long time, almost a year, since a man had been inside her, and the grimace in Clara's face showed the pain she was feeling at his intrusion.

"If it feels painful," Teddy told her with a sympathetic tone, "if you don't enjoy it, its ok to stop ..... ok?"

Clara only nodded her head, fearful that if she opened her mouth to speak, nothing would come out but a cry of discomfort. Eventually, once her vaginal muscles began to relax and both open and lengthen her canal, Teddy's full length slipped ever so slowly deeply into her.

"You feel so good, Clara," Teddy moaned, "....soooo fucking good."

"You, too," she managed without screaming out. With his entirety inside her, Clara simply sat upon Teddy's groin for the longest time, letting her body get used to and remember how wonderfully intercourse felt. After a bit, she repeated, "You, too."

Clara reached to remove Teddy's hands from her ass and moved them to her tits, clutching her hands around his to urge him to grope them tightly. Then, she began moving to and fro atop his groin, taking his cock in and out of her in progressively greater lengths and faster speeds.

She leaned into his hands, telling him, "Squeeze them ... squeezed them hard."

Clara didn't realize that her head had fallen back and her eyes closed. The now leaned it forward again and looked into Teddy's eyes as her mouth opened to begin letting sharp little moans, then cries escape it. The feeling of his shaft against her clit was spectacular, and the pleasure was rising faster and faster inside her and she stared hard into his eyes.

And then ... she drew a deep breath, held it for the longest moment, and let it go in a long, loud scream of pure delight.

(OOC: This continues in my next post. I had to end this reply short but wasn't done yet.)
 
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The euphoria exploding through Clara's body had been previously unknown to her ... at least, while having sex with a second person; sure, she'd gotten off with her vibrator in her hands and a couple of times with her fingers alone, but this -- with another human being! -- was a new experience for her.

Her body trembled from end to end and deep to the core as she screamed out like never before, her fingers clutching into Teddy's upper arms such that the next day he -- or possibly even his lover, Kitty, if she looked -- would find fingertip-sized bruises in the flesh of his triceps. The first scream was followed by several cries of pure joy, after which she slowly collapsed down into Teddy's body; her climax combined with the exertion she'd expended during that last minute or so of fucking the Untouchable had caused her skin to glow in a light sheen of sweat, and as she lay against him, she was practically burning up from what he'd done to her.

It was, of course, very unprofessional of her when viewing her as a prostitute. But then, Clara really wasn't one, was she. This was her first day at The Black Heart; Teddy was her first client, the first man to have ever paid her for sex and, as it was, the first man with whom she'd had sex in almost a year.

None of this had gone the way Clara would have expected it to go. She'd expected some stranger to put his cock inside her and -- hopefully after just seconds -- empty his balls into a condom which she could then throw away, after which she would thank him for his patronage, leave the room, go to the bathroom of the dancers' changing room, and likely cry and puke both.

Never in the 24 hours or so since she'd found out that she was going to have to whore herself out to save her father's legs from being broken did Clara ever imagine that she would enjoy the greatest moment of sex in her young life and very inexperienced love life.
 
Clara entertaining Teddy at the Black Heart - Friday

"Squeeze them ... squeezed them hard."

Teddy was invested now, as the fucking got faster, harder and Clara seemed to enjoy it more and more he stopped trying to make sure he didn't hurt her. In fact as she moved his hands to her firm pert breasts and uttered that moan he was more than happy to oblige her. He squeezed them hard, getting a gasp and moan, his fingertips working her hard nipples, pinching, twisting (though not to rough), trying to find her limits and boundaries. He guess she herself was finding those sexual boundaries herself right now. As she looked into his eyes he could see the fire there, he could tell she was close, but even he wasn't ready for the long, loud scream of delight that rang out as her slim toned body began to convulse on his cock as she had an orgasm.

He gritted his teeth, trying to fight off his own orgasm for just a little while longer, but as her fingers dug into his arms, her nails hurting in that pleasurable way they could do, he knew she had pushed him over the edge. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him, their hot sweaty bodies melding as his cries of pleasure mingled with her until finally, after how long he would never know, his eyes opened and he managed to get his breathing under control.

He was still holding onto her, the smell of sweat and sex in the room was palpable now, but not off putting at all. He reached up to stroke her hair, his smile widening as he slowly eased off the pressure letting her pull back or away if she wanted to. His mind once again becoming rational he didn't know how she would be thinking. Would she be disgusted with him, with herself? This was her first time being paid, would she hate the fact he made her orgasm so much, or would she like it had happened. He leaned in, softly, gently laying small kisses on her breasts and nipples, lightly licking the sweat there before letting his hand fall to her thighs.

"Are you ok, Clara .... I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked tenderly, honestly concerned for her.

He was sure whomever was watching and listening had got a great show and he bet they were wondering if Clara's orgasm had been an Oscar winning performance for her client, or the real thing. Kitty had pre-warned him that strippers and whore were paid to put on a good show to get more money out of the their patrons, but Teddy somehow didn't think Clara's screams of joy were fake, or he hoped they weren't. If he could of brought something wonderful into her sad life right now he would feel better about having to act the pervert in front of her.
 
III Timeline -- The Saturday after Mila's reveal of the Invitational

Devon's house - The BBQ:
Adrian looked up as Devon approached. The boy was carrying a bin liner and picking up some of the rubbish left by the other partygoers before they had left. He was in a pair of black speedos as he had spent most of the BBQ in the swimming pool, but it was still warm enough that when he had emerged for food or drink he hadn't bothered finding his shorts to slip on. It had been a fun day he decided. He had got to hang out with Devon's cool cop friends, checked out some hot girls and women, eaten some great food and relaxed. The only downside was that his girlfriend Tasha hadn't been able to make it. She had said she was spending the day at the mall with her friends. When he had first got the text Adrian had been a little pissed. Her friends were more important than spending time with him? Although if he was honest with himself he had known she wasn't the one when they had started dating. It had been almost as if it was expected of them. Him the star quarterback, her the head cheerleader, and they did make a hot pair, that at least he was sure of, and the sex was amazing, Tasha had a great body, though she would only let him do missionary right now, and she wouldn't even blow him.

At least the silver lining of her not being here was that he didn't have to worry about her seeing him ogling the women at the BBQ. His dick had been hard pretty much all day, which as he was in the pool hadn't been a problem as no one could see, but he had had to control it on the odd occasion he slipped out to grab food. Out of all of the girls here though it had been Abby he just couldn't take his eyes off. When Devon had told him she was 44 he thought the old man was joking. No way a woman that hot was 44 ... his mother was 42 and didn't look anywhere near as sexy as Abby. His mom was ok of course, he knew a few of his friends called her a MILF and he could see why, but when they were next to each other, side by side, there was just no contest.

"Thanks for cleaning up, Adrian, I appreciate it." McCauley said as he stood and helped the lad tidy one of the tables.

"It's not a problem Uncle Devon, thanks' for letting me come over."

"Us old people didn't bore you to much I hope?" Devon smiled. The fact that a few of the old people were just a few years older than Adrian didn't really occur to McCauley.

"No, it was cool, your friends are real nice ... Jen is hot, nice going Uncle D." Adrian gave the man a big smile and pat on the arm making Devon chuckle.

"Well, thank you. It's always nice to get a positive second opinion on your girlfriend. Listen ... I was wondering if we could talk, alone."

"Um, sure ... am I in trouble?" Adrian asked wondering if he had somehow put his foot in it, or maybe Abby had caught him staring once to often and had complained to Devon.

"Oh, no, nothing like that. I have a favor to ask you though, its important, and I think we should keep it from your parents, for now at least."

Now Adrian was really curious as as Devon took his arm and guided him up the garden away from the few people still there, including his parents, the boy glanced around and wondered what someone like Devon could possibly want him to do.

"You're 18 now, Adrian, pretty much an adult, so I am going to treat you like one and talk to you like one. You know I am working for the Police again, right?" McCauley led off.

"Yeah, dad mentioned it." Adrian's chest had puffed up a little when Devon had called him an adult ... well, ok, almost an adult, but even so ...

"Somethings come up that requires ... a special team. Me and Jennifer will be going undercover at the Russian Consulate in the near future ..."

"Cool, like James Bond and shit?" Adrian interrupted Devon.

"Yes, something like that, now be quiet and let me finish, ok? Listen, its important. And remember you can say no at any time and its not an issue. Anyway, when me and Jen go in we need a backup team to watch us and cover our backs. But the party we're attending ... its ... well, its not your normal sort of party. You know what incest is, right?"

The blush that sprung up on Adrian's cheeks told Devon the boy did indeed know what that was. The teen nodded, trying to keep his cool and act older, like a man would.

"Ok, so this party is an incest party. Me and Jen will be going in as father and daughter."

"Yeah, ok, that makes sense." Adrian offered not realising he was highlighting the obvious age gap between the two lovers. McCauley decided to skate over it.

"The problem is that the rest of my unit are all adults, and the people we are after are a mother and son, the son being 18, same as you. " Devon licked his lips, now it was time to let Adrian know his role. "You will come to the party with one of my team and play their son. All you will need to do is make out you and the your partner are related and having sex, and, if you can without it being awkward, maybe chat to the targets son, see what you can get him to tell you?"

Adrian's eyes opened wide. The Untouchables wanted him to go undercover with them?! Him?! He felt as if he would explode, the whole thing was so exciting and it was obvious to Devon how onboard the lad was, but then Adrian's expression changed to a more thoughtful one as he went through what McCauley had said.

"Wait ... one of your team? So ... I make out I am the son of one of your team ...? Um, who will it be?" The boy asked haltingly. It had occurred to him that dad's and son's could fuck too, and he wasn't into that.

"Your partner will be ... Abby."

As Devon said that both of them turned to see Abby bending over to pick up her bottle of beer on the patio step, the bikini stretched over her tight ass, hiding nothing. Adrian almost cum in his speedos.

"A ... Ab .... ABBY?!"

"Shush, not so loud. Yes, Abby will be playing your mother. Think you can make out your into her sexually? Think you can sell to others that the two of you are fucking?" Devon almost burst out laughing at Adrian's reaction to the revelation of who his partner would be.

"I think ... I mean .... I could ..." Adrian blabbered, his erection showing to Devon that the boy would have no issue at all selling that.

"Good. Now we've got that out the way I have to tell you there is some danger involved. We will all protect you the best we can, but I won't hide from you that if we get caught it could be very dangerous, even lethal. Do you understand what I am telling you, Adrian? You could be killed if you agree to join us."

"So ... as its an incest party, and Abby is my mom .... do I get to fuck her?!"

Devon sighed, but tried to think back to when he was 18 and where his prioritise were. Yeah, in my pants just like Adrian's.

"Maybe, that will be down to Abby. You do everything she tell you to do when she tells you to do it." Devon grabbed Adrian's chin, dragging his eyes off of Abby and back to him. "Are you listening to me boy?! If you fuck this up your parents will lose their only son!"

A cold chill ran down Adrian's back as he listened to Devon's stone cold voice now. He nodded. "Yes, Sir, I understand. Do everything she tells me to do ... but why can't I tell my parents?"

"Think about it, Adrian, do you think they would allow you to do this?" Devon asked softly as he watched the boys eyes.

"No .. no way." Adrian announced after giving it some thought.

"Ok then. You're on summer break, so that means you don't miss school. You'll have to come up with something to tell your parents about why you will be gone that night though, maybe the weekend. Can you think of something they will buy?"

"Oh, sure, I'm usually away some night anyway, at my buddies houses, or Tasha's."

"Your girlfriend? Sorry, I didn't think of that ... you might have to cheat on her, but it is for something very important. Can you do that to her?" McCauley asked.

Adrian considered that. It wasn't as if he loved Tasha, they were together for appearances and they both knew that. He nodded. "Yeah, its fine, I can do that."
 
(Continued from #431 above.)

Bogota, Colombia

Maria Royas was admiring the view of the city from her 55th Floor condiminium when a soft, male voice caught her attention from behind: "Mama...?"

She turned to find Javier coming her direction, still wet from head to toe after his morning swim. The building itself had two pools, one in the B1 level beneath the main floor that was open to all residents and a second one on the 33rd floor for the more well-to-do class who occupied most of the floors above that.

Javier had learned to swim even as he'd still been learning to walk. After her father bought her this $8.2 million dollar (US) condo two years ago, Maria hadn't wanted her son to have to go down 22 floors every day -- sometimes even twice a day -- to get in a swim that was as important to him as breathing air.

So, she'd had her Papa follow up his first purchase with a second one of a portion of the floor below. A highly specialized renovation crew from a firm out of America's New York City tore up, reinforced, and fully renovated a portion of her home-away-from-home to install an endless pool in which her beloved son could now swim laps or -- by turning off the pump -- simply float about at his leisure.

"Javi!" she chastised softly, "you can't be coming out into this wind wet like that. You'll catch your death."

"Cold wind doesn't give you a cold, mama," he laughed. "Cold germs, do."

He came right up to Maria in a playful attempt to hug her dry body with his wet one, but she intercepted him with an extended hand, saying, "Don't you dare!"

They laughed together, and Javier followed his mother's eyes as she looked back out upon the city far below them. After a long moment, he asked, "Does this all belong to us now?"

She snorted in surprise at his question, looking to him again. She asked, "Belong...?" Looking out again, she said, "In a sense, my beautiful boy."

Ignoring his wetness, Maria took Javier into her arms, hugging him tightly for a long moment. Finally, she told him, "Go ... get showered, and put on that suit I laid out for you. We have some place to be."

He looked into her eyes for a moment, kissed her on the cheek, and turned to do as she'd requested. He knew as she did that they had a long day ahead of them. Two of Maria's bodyguards had already begun packing their bags into a van for delivery to a private airfield outside Bogota. There, sitting on the runway -- guarded by even more Royas Family bodyguards -- was one of the Family's private jets, all fueled and ready to make its non-stop flight to an American metropolis called Capital City.

Maria had, of course, attended an International Incest Invitational before; she'd gone to the event held in Paris last year, accompanied by her 10-years-older brother, Maximillian. They'd missed the last one or two of them, though, as she and her brother had been busy executing not just the men, women, and families of such who'd been responsible for the murders of four of her family members but also the hierarchy of the competing Colombia drug cartels who'd tried to take advantage of what they'd considered a power vacuum in the Royas operations.

She was excited to once again be part of the Invitational, to be amongst people with whom she shared an affinity. Oh, sure, Maria knew that the vast majority of people saw incest as ... what was the simplest word ... wrong? But it had been a loving part of her life since her 13th birthday, just as it had been with her siblings, both male and female. It was simply how the members of her family showed and shared their love.

Looking back toward the sliding glass doors as the silent motors slowly closed them, she cast a last look at Javier and smiled. Maria had introduced him to the family way, too, and -- with great joy -- he'd taken to the tradition as eagerly and happily as she had with her father and with her brothers after that.

Javier would be accompanying her and Max to the Invitational this time around, the first time any Royas had gone to the event with more than one family member. Maria had been a bit uncertain about this twist initially: each of them understood and accepted that Maria periodically had sexual relations with each of them, but those encounters had always been private affairs between only Maria and whichever one of the two of them was lucky enough to be with her at that time.

Maria and her incestuous lovers didn't do threesomes or small group sex. Sex between the Royas family members was a personal, loving, one-on-one embrace. Well, except for that one time, on her Quinceañera, when each of her three living-at-the-time brothers had come to her bed, one after another, to partake of her and let her partake of them.

This was to be a first for them, and try as she might, Maria couldn't get past her nervousness of it. Plus, this was Javier's first attendance at the Invitational. Their relationship had always been a very private one. And now, she was taking him to an event that was still private in some ways but very public in others. He seemed fine with it, of course, but for all Maria knew, he was just trying to be strong for her; he knew how much attending the Invitational meant to her. It was ... what was the word ... verification...? validity...? confirmation that the way she and her family lived and loved was perfectly natural and not monstrous as so many people thought.

Maria turned and headed inside. She supervised the remainder of the packing, okayed the plans for their secured transport to the airport, and got them out the door on their way to the United States of America.
 
The Black Heart - Friday

From his office on the establishment's 3rd floor, Dimitri Greshenko watched with great interest the happenings in Private Room 6; multiple monitors filling a good portion of one wall provided different angles -- and sound -- of his newest employee, Clara, straddling and writhing wilding in the lap of his newest Black Heart Black Card customer, Teddy "Franks".

When she screamed out in ecstasy, the Bratva boss smiled, then even laughed aloud. He looked to the Entertainment Coordinator who'd put Clara and Teddy with one another, pointed at the biggest of the monitors, and proclaimed in his heavy Muscovite accent, "Good! She good! Good girl, good actress, yes! I told you. I right."

The EC gave his boss an acknowledging nod and smile -- as if he had any other choice.

Dimitri returned to watching the pair as they fell into one another arms, their sweating bodies slick against each other. He was already certain that he was going to make a lot of money off this girl, even if all it did for her was keep her father healthy. Of course, Dimitri couldn't know that this girl was likely to be his undoing in the end...

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Teddy asked tenderly, "Are you ok, Clara .... I didn't hurt you did I?"

Still overwhelmed by the euphoria rushing through her every cell, she attempted to respond but, instead, initially only giggled. Finally, she pulled her face back to look into Teddy's eyes, whispering for him and not the microphones, "That was the most wonderful thing a man has ever done to me."

Clara pressed her lips to Teddy's in a long, slow-moving, erotic kiss; fucking might not have been something she'd done a lot or, in her opinion, even well, but kissing had been something in which she'd participated a great deal. Finally, she put her hands to Teddy's chest and pushed herself upright in his lap. She glanced around nervously, wondering just where those cameras about which she wasn't supposed to know were located.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, Mister Franks," Clara said for the mikes. "It's been my pleasure to serve you."

A smile spread her lips, and her face exploded in a blush. She giggled again, then took her time dismounting from him. Grabbing a box of tissues, she took it upon herself to shed Teddy of the condom; it's tip was now flooded with his jizz. She wrapped it in tissues, tossed it into a nearby garbage can, took a long moment to clean his cock, which she was surprised to see was still entirely rock hard.

As she tidied him up, Clara asked Teddy, "Is there anything more I can do for you today, Mister Franks?"
 
(OOC: This continues after my post and Gabe's post.)

Devon's barbeque, Saturday after learning about the III:

(OOC: Remember, use your imagination with pics.)

As she sat in her chair at the end of the pool, Abby caught Jennifer signaling her from the house's opened sliding glass door. The cop they called Gunner jabbed a finger in the air toward Adrian, then gave the eldest female Untouchable an okay gesture. Abby nodded confirmation, then looked back to the young man who throwing the cover over Devon's new and now once again gleaming outdoor cooking unit.

"C'mere," she called to Adrian when he finished and -- for the thousandth time today -- cast a glance her direction. She curled an extended index finger at him, saying, "I want to talk to you."

The sun had gone down, the temperature had dropped, and Adrian was back in the shorts and tee shirt he'd arrived in. For her part, Abby -- still in her modest bikini -- had slung a shawl over shoulders and tied a sarong around her waist. Still, when Adrian arrived to sit in a chair across from her chaise lounge, she was demonstrating a generous amount of cleavage and -- through the sarong's hip-high slit on one side -- one long, luscious, athletic leg.

"I'm Abby," she said, realizing suddenly that while they'd chatted briefly a couple of times, they'd never actually been introduced. She studied him a moment; even in his speedo and pool shorts both, his erection was all too obvious. She smiled, looking to his eyes again as she asked, "Devon told you about the party they want us to go to ... together?"

He answered, and she asked, "You don't mind going?"

She knew what his answer was going to be, of course. "I need you to understand -- I'm sure they already told you this -- to understand that there is the potential for danger. The way we stay ahead of this is by remaining as inconspicuous as we can. We smile to people who smile to us first ... we return greetings as they come to us ... but we don't initiate ... we don't get involved in interactions or conversations that we can avoid ... we don't go looking to make friends because I have learned through my years that that is often the fastest way to make enemies. Understand?"

She waited for his answer, not knowing that Devon had already told Adrian that part of his job would be to make conversation with Maria Royas's son, Javier.

"We are going in as mother-son," she went on. "We're going in as ... well ... a mother and son duo who are ... sleeping with one another. I know, it's ... weird."

Abby had a daughter but no son, so she'd never had the opportunity -- wanted or not -- to form a sexual desire for such a son. She'd had more than her share of fantasies about -- and sexual encounters with -- young men, of course, particularly for a married woman. But none of these men about whom she'd had lewd thoughts ever shared her blood. She didn't know what went through a woman's brain when such thoughts consumed her, as they sometimes did with their target, Maria Royas.

"We're going in there pretending that we are sexually active with one another," Abby continued with a firm tone. "But we are just pretending. Jennifer has explained that we don't have to do anything other than hold hands and maybe kiss once in a while ... maybe caress a butt when we're being watched. That's it. Understand?"

Even as she was saying it, Abby was thinking, Jesus, I want to strip you down and ride you hard and long. She checked the face of her phone for the time, then said as she stood, "This happens next weekend. It begins Friday night with a social gathering ... drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and such ... conversation ... introductions."

She was about to say she'd see him then ... but her lust for this boy just wouldn't let her do it. Abby instead suggested, "Why don't we get together for coffee sometime this week ... get to know each other a little bit better. I mean, we're supposed to be walking in there as mother-son ... more than mother-son. We can't very well go in there not knowing each other, can we? What about Tuesday ... noon ... that little coffee shop kitty corner to the Coliseum. I go there a lot."
 
The Black Heart - Friday
Teddy watched Clara carefully as he asked her if she was ok, worry in his voice and all over his face, but what she said next made him smile, both that she was ok, and that he had made her so happy.

"That was the most wonderful thing a man has ever done to me." She whispered in his ear.

The kiss that she then placed on his lips told him her words were true. He figured no girl who was having a bad time fucking a guy could kiss like that! His eyes closed as the kiss continued, their tongues sliding over each other as he held her gently on his lap. Then, all to soon, it ended and she backed away.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, Mister Franks," Clara said for the mic's. "It's been my pleasure to serve you."

"The pleasure was all mine, Clara ... you are getting a very generous tip." He said equally as loud for the same mic's listening to them.

He watched silently as she methodically cleaned him up, disposing of the condom, and kneeling between his legs to clean off his still hard cock. He saw a moment of hesitation as Clara too noticed how hard he still was. Her nakedness and the way she softly cleaned his dick making sure it didn't loose interest in her.

"Is there anything more I can do for you today, Mister Franks?" She asked looking up at him.

"No .... not right now, Clara. But be assured I will certainly be back to see you. That was ... that was amazing."

He slowly dressed as he said this. He really wanted to go for round two, his cock was throbbing telling him to grab and fuck her again, but he wasn't about to do that to her tonight. For now he wanted her to be able to relax hopefully before she had to service anyone else. Just the thought of Clara with another man made his stomach flip over, he knew exactly what sort of men clubs like this catered to after all. Fully dressed now he made sure to pay, leaving a very generous tip for her. Before leaving he took her in his arms one last time and kissed her softly, then, under the guise of kissing her neck and ear, whispered to her.

"I'll try to come back to see you as often as I can, Clara, but if you find out anything you think I should know call this number."

He repeated a phone number several times in her ear, hoping she would remember it. Mephisto has tried to do a number that would be easy to remember without being to obviously so in case it fell into the wrong hands. As Clara, as with all the dancers and girls employed by The Black Hear, wore next to nothing and didn't carry handbags Teddy couldn't simply put a business card in her pocket or bag, besides there was the chance the security at the club might check such things. Equally the girls didn't carry mobile phones as none were supposed to meet clients outside the club and so had no need of them while working so he couldn't program in his number to her phone. With one final smile, his hands gently squeezing her hands, he turned and left her alone in the room.
 
Devon's barbeque, Saturday after learning about the III:
Devon and Adrian had walked back to the patio, Devon heading inside the house while Adrian finished cleaning up the BBQ and slipping the cover over it only to then be called over by Abby. Considering the conversation he had just had with McCauley about her and him his cock was still half hard and as he walked over, his eyes looking her over, that long toned leg, that cleavage made him fully hard as he sat down before her, trying to hide his arousal.

"I'm Abby," she said with a smile, "Devon told you about the party they want us to go to ... together?"

"Y .. yes, yes he did ... Abby." Just saying her name made his voice grow raspy from hornyness. He still couldn't believe this was happening to him.

"You don't mind going?" Abby continued with a small smile.

"Hell, no!!" The boy reacted, his excitement so obvious it boiled over like Mount Vesuvius. "I mean, he told me what the plan was. I'm glad to help." He continued bringing his voice under control.

"I need you to understand -- I'm sure they already told you this -- to understand that there is the potential for danger. The way we stay ahead of this is by remaining as inconspicuous as we can. We smile to people who smile to us first ... we return greetings as they come to us ... but we don't initiate ... we don't get involved in interactions or conversations that we can avoid ... we don't go looking to make friends because I have learned through my years that that is often the fastest way to make enemies. Understand?"

"Um, yes, sure, I understand. Don't initiate." He nodded affirmation, his expression almost comically serious. He figured that despite Devon telling him to make contact with the targets son that maybe Abby knew that and just meant anyone else.

"We are going in as mother-son," Abby went on. "We're going in as ... well ... a mother and son duo who are ... sleeping with one another. I know, it's ... weird. We're going in there pretending that we are sexually active with one another," She continued with a firm tone. "But we are just pretending. Jennifer has explained that we don't have to do anything other than hold hands and maybe kiss once in a while ... maybe caress a butt when we're being watched. That's it. Understand?"

The boy seemed to almost deflate as Abby pointed out the limits of what they would be doing. His crestfallen expression was like a puppy had been kicked. He had had, for a moment there, images of laying naked with her in a bed, fucking to the early hours and beyond, this older beautiful woman teaching him things he needed to know. And he would of been a very, very eager student.

"I understand. I won't do anything to let you all down, I promise." He finally managed to get out, but even his voice sounded sad.

"This happens next weekend. It begins Friday night with a social gathering ... drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and such ... conversation ... introductions." Abby continued after checking her phone, then looking at him with an expression that Adrian couldn't read. "Why don't we get together for coffee sometime this week ... get to know each other a little bit better. I mean, we're supposed to be walking in there as mother-son ... more than mother-son. We can't very well go in there not knowing each other, can we? What about Tuesday ... noon ... that little coffee shop kitty corner to the Coliseum. I go there a lot."

He wasn't about to say no to hanging out with Abby longer, so instead he nodded and smiled. He figured even if they weren't going to be fucking just being around her would be hot enough and fuel his jerk off fantasies for months to come.

"Ok, I know the place. So Tuesday, noon. I'll be there, Abby ... and thanks ... thanks for this, it means a lot." With that and a final smile he stood and went to find his parents and head home. He had a date with his bed and some Kleenex.

****

Tuesday: Noon - Coffee shop, Coliseum

He had told his parents he was heading to the mall to meet up with some friends, something Adrian had done a million times before so they hardly even lifted their heads and grunted an ok as he headed out the door. He parked his car a block from the coffee shop and walked the rest of the way, enjoying the warm son. He had dressed in loose black board shorts, a loose white tshirt and trainers. His phone and wallet in his pockets and as he stepped inside the coffee shop it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness inside.
 
The Black Heart - Friday

"The pleasure was all mine, Clara," Teddy told her after she'd told him that their fuck had been the best thing a man had ever done for her. Knowing that the room was wired for sound and video, he made sure that her bosses -- who were surely watching -- knew of his appreciating by saying, "You are getting a very generous tip."

They finished up their encounter, and Teddy left, but not before coming up close and whispering just for her, "I'll try to come back to see you as often as I can, Clara, but if you find out anything you think I should know call this number."

Teddy repeated a phone number several times in her ear, and Clara kissed him on the cheek and whispered it back. They traded their farewells, and he was gone. Clara stood there for a long moment recollecting what had just happened between them and wondering whether she would be lucky enough to serve Teddy again, as he'd promised.

Then, suddenly recalling what the police officer had said about the room being wired, she began quickly gathering her clothes, setting them on the bench seat with the intent of changing back into them as quickly as she could. She'd only just gotten her tiny thong and the less-tiny-but-still-skimpy bikini bottoms on when the door lock chimed, indicating that it was about to be opened.

Clara's heart skipped a beat as she spun to face the door and crossed her arms over her still bared bosom. She would realize later how silly that might have seemed, seeing how she'd just fucked a stranger in high definition on God knows how many monitors watched by God knows how many men.

Clara biggest fear had been that her Entertainment Coordinator was already bringing her a second client. Her face went white from shock when it was Dimitri Greshenko who entered the room instead. She just stared at him in silence as he closed the door behind him, looked her up and down, examined the room, then said casually, "You know, I've never been in one of these rooms. They're smaller than they look on the screens in my office."

That confirms that, Clara thought to herself. He WAS watching. Knowing this, she said with a soft voice, "It is my great hope that what you saw on those screens pleased you, Mister Greshenko."

"Call me Dimitri when we are alone, Clara," he said with a smile. He walked up to her, took her wrists in his hands, and gently urged her hands down to her sides. With a smile and a friendly, almost fatherly tone, he said, "You are too beautiful to hide yourself, my sokrovisce."

Dimitri reached one hand to ever so gently caress its fingers over one of Clara's breasts, gently tweaking its nipple, causing it to swell. He smiled with delight, then asked, "You know this word ... sokrovisce...?"

Clara was trembling again, as she had when she first entered the room with Teddy. She shook her head, saying meekly, "No, Mister Gre ... no, Dmitri ... sorry, I don't know any Russian."

That wasn't actually true, though. No, Clara didn't know that particular word. But her maternal grandparents had both immigrated from the former Soviet Union: her grandfather had been a Muscovite Jew while her grandmother had been an Orthodox Ukrainian Catholic, if you could believe that. They'd been teaching her Russian and the only slightly different Ukrainian since she was old enough to begin learning her parents' preferred language of English.

The irony of this, of course, was that when he'd needed money to cover his gambling debts, Clara's father had gone to a Bratva loan shark because his wife's parents had told him, "They are our people. They will take care of you." That couldn't have been more wrong they realized now.

Dimitri pronounced the word again, this time breaking it up into its individual syllables: "Sok-ro-a-vish-uh ... it mean treasure. This is what you are to me ... my treasure. You will make me much money."

He pulled a money clip fat with hundred dollar bills out of his jacket pocket and ripped off 2 one-hundred-dollar bills, folding them and handing them to Clara. "You did well tonight. Go home. Come tomorrow ... two o'clock. My office. We talk about your future with me."

Clara took the money, saying with a sincere tone, "Thank you, Mister-- thank you, Dimitri."

The Bratva boss took Clara's skull in his hands, leaned forward, and kissed her on the forehead. Then, before simply turning and departing, he repeated and added more, "Tomorrow. Two o'clock. My office. We get to know each other better."

Once the door had closed yet again, Clara stared at the money Dimitri had given her. She hadn't expected to be paid cash and thought instead that she was simply going to be paying off the vig on her father's debt and, if she was really lucky, some of the principal, too.

Then, she remembered that whether it was cash in hand or debt forgiven, she was still prostituting herself. And even though tonight with Teddy had been wonderful and not at all something to regret, Clara knew that she was going to have to service men she wouldn't nearly appreciate or even like the way she did him.

She finished dressing, then headed quickly for the dressing room to don a full set of sweats and a long coat to cover herself for the ride home on the bus. Stepping outside, she saw a taxi cab, and feeling the cash in her hands she smiled and thought, Why not? She was home less than ten minutes later, rather than the hour and a half that it would have taken her on the first bus, the train to which she would have to transfer, and yet a second bus after that.
 
Devon's barbeque, Saturday after learning about the III:

Abby and Adrian "make a date":

"Hell, no!!" the teen said with obvious excitement when the cop who was more than twice his age asked if he had a problem going to the Russian Embassy sex party with her.

They talked specifics, one of which was that they wouldn't themselves be having sex. Abby couldn't help but notice how the excitement in Adrian's face faded. Yet when she asked if he wanted to get together for coffee later in the week, that excitement returned quickly.

Tuesday: Noon - Coffee shop, Coliseum

Abby was already seated and sipping at an espresso when Adrian arrived. He wasn't late, or anything; Abby had simply arrived early for a reason that the teen would learn of soon enough. She gestured him to the seat next to her and waved the barista over to take his order. Once they were alone again, Abby said, "Okay, so ... tell me about yourself, Adrian. What do you do for fun ... are you into sports at school ... are you still at school, and by school I mean high school, or did you graduate already. That kind of stuff."

She listened intently and sometimes had follow-up questions; it was, for the most part, a very polite interrogation. Abby enjoyed listening to him talk, and she enjoyed looking at him, too. At times, the kid in Adrian was so obvious, while at others he seemed so mature, more so than most 18 years boys she knew.

"I have a daughter just a little bit older than you," Abby said after the conversation began to drag. She opened her wallet and withdrew a picture, handing it across to him. "Her name is Chloe. She'll be a Freshman at City U this fall." Then, for kicks, Abby teased, "You'd like her, but ... she's saving herself for marriage, so ... maybe a waste of time."

She smiled wide at her teasing of him, then -- out of the blue -- demanded, "Lean over closer to me."

Adrian looked a bit confused initially, which only compounded when he did as requested and Abby grasped his cheeks in her hands and engaged him in a deep, passionate, tongue-twisting kiss that lasted a good ten seconds or so. When she finally released him and sat back into her chair, she smiled wide to him -- then, as she looked away a bit, showed a sudden expression of surprise.

"Oh ... Patrick," she said with a tone of mixed disappointment and anger. "What brings you to this side of town?"

If Adrian followed her gaze, he would find a handsome man in an expensive suit standing nearby. Patrick was, of course, Abby's husband ... her lying, cheating, bastard of a husband. And while she was feigning surprise at seeing him here, it was no accident that Abby was sitting her, making out with a boy who was younger than her and Patrick's own 19-year-old daughter.

Abby had gone to Mephisto for some confidential assistance to arrange this chance encounter. She knew how to remotely access her husband's office computer, on which he kept his daily calendar, but she hadn't known how to get pass the password. Marcus's hacker had managed it for her, and ta-daa, here they were.

She feigned looking about the outdoor cafe, then asked, "Where's your little skank?"

Reaching into her purse, Abby pulled out a pair of panties and -- pretending they were the ones she'd found stuffed down inside the seat of his car a couple of weeks earlier -- tossed them through the air at him, saying, "The little whore might want these back."
 
Tuesday: Noon - Coffee shop, Coliseum
He saw her sitting at a table toward the back of the coffee shop and made his way quickly to her, taking a seat next to her. He couldn't help looking her over as he approached, but once sitting next to her a shyness came over him. For those who knew him at school this would look odd because he was usually confident and even brash. Qualities that mattered in a young athlete like him

"Okay, so ... tell me about yourself, Adrian. What do you do for fun ... are you into sports at school ... are you still at school, and by school I mean high school, or did you graduate already. That kind of stuff." Abby asked him.

"Yes, still at school, I graduate High School in the next couple of months. I play football, I'm the team captain and quarter back." He said with a smile of pride. "I also do track events if the coach will let me, but he's always worried I'll pull a tendon or something on the track and I'll have to sit out games." The boy shrugged as if to say he didn't get involved in what the football coach wanted and what the track coach wanted. "As for fun ... I like computer games, I read sometimes. I like to swim and jog in the park. I like hanging with my friends and my girlfriend."

His eyes went to Abby as he disclosed he even had a girlfriend. Had Devon told her that?

"I have a daughter just a little bit older than you," Abby said after the conversation began to drag. She opened her wallet and withdrew a picture, handing it across to him. "Her name is Chloe. She'll be a Freshman at City U this fall." Then, for kicks, Abby teased, "You'd like her, but ... she's saving herself for marriage, so ... maybe a waste of time."

Adrian took the photo to look at and his eyes widened seeing Chloe.

"She is gorgeous!" He said in an almost whisper, and it was true, compared to Tasha his girlfriend, Chloe was hotter, much hotter. Adrian gathered himself and handed the photo back. "I can see where she gets her good looks from, and I don't think she would be a waste of time at all ... I mean ... well, if she dates younger guys. I guess going to Uni she will see lots of older boys." Again that dejected air came over him as he figured Chloe, like Abby, was way out of his league. He had done well to get Tasha as all his buddies wanted into her panties, but somehow Adrian thought Chloe would be smarter and more worldly than his girlfriend who only seemed focused on clothes and getting attention.

When Abby suddenly asked him to lean closer he was wondering what for? Did she have something secret to tell him? Maybe about their mission. But as her smooth warm hands grasped his head and her lips met his he sat there stunned, his hands dropping to her thighs as his eyes went wide for a second before his young hormone driven body took over control and opened his mouth so their tongue could meet. It was only ten seconds, but it felt like forever and he wanted it to be forever. He had never been kissed like that, he hadn't even dreamt a kiss could be like that so when she finally let him go he sat there eyes closed, lips parted and frozen trying to regain his thoughts

"Oh ... Patrick," Abby said with a tone of mixed disappointment and anger. "What brings you to this side of town?"

"Huh?" Adrian muttered wondering who she was talking to.

He followed her gaze over his shoulder to see a tall older man standing there in a very expensive suit. The look on his face was one of thunder, his eyes seemed to radiate anger, but who was he?

"Where's your little skank?" Abby continued.

"What the fuck are you doing, Abby?! Who is this kid?!" Patrick snarled gesturing at Adrian who felt slighted by the way the guy had called him a kid.

"Who you calling a kid!" Adrian snarled starting to rise from his chair.

"Stay down, punk, or I'll put you down." Patrick grabbed the boys shoulder pushing him back in his chair. "You're sitting here, out in the open kissing my wife like that and you think I'll be happy?!"

"Y ... your wife?" For some reason, although she wore a wedding ring, Adrian's mind had simply blanked over that detail, but now he stayed in his chair looking from Patrick to Abby.

"The little whore might want these back."

A pair of panties flew past Adrian's face as Abby tossed them to her husband. Now people sitting around them were watching with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Patrick grabbed them out of the air and looked down at them, his expression changing from anger to confusion to impotence as he realised Abby knew about his cheating on her. It was obvious he didn't know how to react to this in public, despite the fact he was a top notch lawyer who usually had a silver tongue. He was paid a lot of money because of that silver tongue, but now it was failing him. In exasperation he threw the panties on the ground and stalked off cursing under his breath.

"Cheatin' fuckin' bastard." Abby hissed under her breath.

Adrian, for his part, might of only been 18 but he was quick on the uptake. he had heard what Abby had said to her husband and put two and two together. As Patrick vanished he turned to face Abby.

"I'm sorry he cheated on you, Abby," He offered, thinking it was the right thing to say to make her feel better. He glanced behind him but Patrick had disappeared. "He must be a real idiot to cheat on you ... I mean ... your so fucking hot!"
 
Tuesday: Noon - Coffee shop, Coliseum

"I like hanging with my friends and my girlfriend," Adrian finished his description of his life.

The reveal of a girlfriend didn't surprise Abby, of course. After she and Adrian had had their sit down at the Saturday BBQ and had agreed to be each other's date at the III, she'd quizzed Devon about Adrian and the Floyds. She wanted to know all about them, just as she would with any police investigation. Then, she'd had Mephisto run background checks on the family. She knew more about Adrian and his parents now than they probably knew about each other.

When Patrick finally came through the cafe, as Abby had been expecting, and he began to get physical with Adrian, Abby just about stood up and kicked his ass. And she could! She knew that, and while Patrick would never admit that his wife could take him, he knew it, too. But Adrian did the right thing, the smart thing, and remained in his seat until the other man had stomped off.

"I'm sorry he cheated on you, Abby," Adrian offered.

Abby was steaming, which she honestly hadn't expected; she hadn't known exactly what would happen when she saw Patrick and confronted him, but this level of anger hadn't been anticipated.

The teen continued, "He must be a real idiot to cheat on you ... I mean ... your so fucking hot!"

Abby's angry expression began to fade, replaced by a wide smile. After a moment, she said only, "Thank you, Adrian."

Gesturing a finger toward the panties laying on the pavement near him, Abby asked, Adrian, "Can you grab those for me? They're actually mine, not his skank's. And they're not cheap, so..."

When he picked the panties up, Adrian found himself holding a tiny, lacy, sheer thong. He wasn't the only person to get a view of the sexy underwear, as others around him were still watching the scene; a few laughed quietly, while others murmured softly about the inappropriate display in public.

When Adrian offered them across to her, Abby sat there without reaching out for them. Instead, she stared at him with a devilish smirk. Finally, uncaring about how many of the prying eyes and eavesdropping ears were still set upon them, Abby said, "Keep'em. Consider them a trophy ... for standing up for me against Patrick. That really was brave."

Even though Abby knew that she could kick her husband's ass, Patrick himself -- a former Golden Gloves boxer -- would have done quite a number on Adrian, despite his athletic prowess.

Then, with her heart still pounding over the incident and the anger over Patrick burning her up inside, Abby glanced off to her left to a building across the street -- a $60 a night motel -- and looking back to Adrian, asked, "And if you wanted to add to your collection ... we could go across the street and practice for this Saturday."

She gave him a moment to understand where she was going with this, then asked, "Whaddaya think?"
 
Saturday morning:

Kitty rolled into the Batcave around 4am, finding Mephisto sitting at his bank of monitors and supporting hardware. More to herself than to him, she mumbled, "Why does this not surprise me, Mister Hacker Genius."

She'd been out at the clubs since early evening, trying to make some inroads into the Bratva's prostitution ring and associated sex trafficking operation that she and Teddy were investigating, mostly through Dimitri Greshenko's club, The Black Heart. There had been rumors that the Russians had some of their girls working the club scene, and Kitty had hoped to find something, anything that might get her away from stripping even one day sooner.

Without even closing the door to the communal bedroom she and the other Untouchables used on nights when returning to their own homes wasn't an option, Kitty began stripping down, fully in view of the man whose eyes were generally stuck on the screens before him. Vest, blouse, skirt, bra, high heels, thong; they all hit the floor, leaving Kitty standing there in nothing but her Birthday Suit.

"Wake me at you peril!" she called to Mephisto as she flopped down upon the lower bunk without even covering herself up; she was still hot and sweaty from dancing at a club that was just down the street from the Hanson Building. She continued her warning as her face hit the pillow, "Let the others know this goes for them, too."

She was asleep within seconds.

Beyond the still open door, a few minutes later, Mephisto's computer screens -- displaying this, that, and the other, mostly stuff none of the others could begin to understand -- all suddenly went black ... and a moment later were filled with an image that was one-part skull-n-crossbones, one-part ancient runes, one-part who the fuck knows.

From his speakers came an electronically produced voice declared using Mephisto's real name, "Joshua ... you've been a bad boy..."

Suddenly, in rapid flashes of less than a second each, hundreds of the files and pages that Mephisto had accessed from often highly classified sources via his hacking genius exploded across his screens. Whoever was doing this to him had either been watching him all along or had somehow gained access to his history -- which, of course, Mephisto deleted periodically and yet here it was, all coming back at him.

"I don't care that you've been a bad boy, Joshua," the voice continued. "What I care about is that you are going to be a bad boy for me."

An image of the Federal Detention Center located on the outskirts of Capital City appeared on Mephisto's main monitor. The voice continued, "Come see me ... tomorrow ... noon. I'm sure you can find a way."

On another monitor appeared an Inmate Information Form. Nearly everything on it was redacted with black stripes. The only thing that did remain was an inmate name and number -- "John Doe, FID#3434X" -- and a note down near the bottom that said in all caps, "NO VISITORS WITHOUT WRITTEN APPROVAL OF ATTORNEY GENERAL CRAIG BROWN." One last note, under the screaming all caps, was a hand-written note: "Previous attorney rejected. No attorney assigned at this time."

Suddenly, after a bright flash, the screens went dark again -- all except for the one with the form on it -- and one by one, Mephisto's previous work returned to the monitors.
 
Tuesday: Noon - Coffee shop, Coliseum
As Abby smiled when he called her hot, Adrian felt his lips curl into a smile too. He realised he really liked her smile, it made her even more beautiful and sexy if that was possible.

"Can you grab those for me? They're actually mine, not his skank's. And they're not cheap, so..." Abby said to the boy who looked down at the panties on the ground.

He blushed a little then leaned down to pick them up, knowing people were watching them. They felt so soft in his fingers, the lacy texture almost completely see through and he found himself wondering what they would look like on her. After a moment of enjoying them in his fingers he smiled and held them out to her, but instead of taking them she instead grinned.

"Keep'em. Consider them a trophy ... for standing up for me against Patrick. That really was brave."

Adrian now blushed really hard, but his eyes sparkled and he felt like the bravest man in the world. She had called him brave!! Him, an 18 year old high school kid! He felt like he could take on the world and, although he didn't realise it yet, he started to fall in love with her. Trying to act a little cocky as he thought a real man would do when told that, he slipped the panties into the pocket of his shorts. He saw her look across the street and he followed her gaze, wondering what she was looking at.

"And if you wanted to add to your collection ... we could go across the street and practice for this Saturday." She finally said with a raised eyebrow and smile at him, ""Whaddaya think?".

For a moment he looked at her confused, the action and emotion of moments ago still having his adrenaline system in overdrive. But as he looked at her, then back across the street to the hotel, then back again to her knowing look the penny finally dropped. His jaw dropped like a fish as he started at her as if this was some dream, or maybe she was just teasing him. But she didn't look like she was teasing, she looked serious. His dick was now rock hard and even in the lose board shorts it was obvious to anyone looking that he was throwing a boner. He gulped in a dry throat and licked dry lips.

"Um ... I mean, yeah .... sure ... if you think ... I mean, whatever you think is best. Sounds good to me." He finally managed to form a coherent sentence.

He almost tripped over his chair as he stood up so fast, so eager to get in there before something happened to end this jerk off fantasy coming to life.
 
Saturday morning:
Mephisto watched Kitty walk in, he didn't even look around. The team were used to him ignoring them when he was busy, they knew it was him being rude. He heard her walk into the barracks style room the team used to sleep in if staying overnight, but what he didn't hear was the door closing. Reaching out he moved a small reflective router on his desk. It was a chrome finish that acted like a mirror and that was how he used it. Eyes in the back of his head as it were. Now he could see what Kitty did without having to turn around to watch obviously. He smiled as the clothing came off piece by piece revealing her hard tight body. She had no shame, he thought ... luckily for him. His cock hardened as she bent, twisted showing off everything to the perving hacker without even knowing she was doing it. Then she just lay down on top of a bunk, still naked.

"Wake me at you peril!" Kitty called to Mephisto, "Let the others know this goes for them, too."

Well, if she wanted to let him see it would be impolite, he decided, to at least not go over to the door and admire her. he was just about to rise from his chair when his monitors went black and then the hacker sign flashed up followed by the voice. He stopped dead, not even lowering himself back into the seat as it went on. No one, and he meant NO ONE knew his real name but Camille. Everyone else who did know it was either dead or otherwise unable to spread the information. He'd destroyed all history of his former life years back. So how ....?

Then the screens started to flash everything he had done in those years since. They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die, well this was just like this for him. Every nefarious deed he had ever done flashing before his eyes, and he knew, he knew it was impossible. That what he was seeing couldn't be real. He had covered his tracks, he was the best at doing that ... but ... there they were.

"I don't care that you've been a bad boy, Joshua," the voice continued. "What I care about is that you are going to be a bad boy for me."

Now he finally sat back down. Here it was, the point behind the intel show he had just watched. First let him know they had him where they wanted him, and only then do they tell him exactly what it is they want. The Federal Penitentiary outside of Capitol City flashed up, then a prisoner number and a few choice titbits of information but nothing he could use ... yet. The Inmate Information From was useless, worse than useless, but it did give him the prisoner number, "John Doe, FID#3434X". That at least should give him something to work with.

"Come see me ... tomorrow ... noon. I'm sure you can find a way."

And with that the screens flashed, went black again, then one by one his feeds reappeared. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. Whomever this hacker was they were good, very, very good. He wouldn't say better than him yet, he would need more than what they had shown him, but it was more than enough to get him interested. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to get into prison. Unlike how movies and tv shows presented the fact that prisons were designed to keep people in, not out, that was not true. It was just as hard to get inside a prison. But, whomever had just broken into his PC had given him a crack in the armor. This prisoner, number FID#3434X didn't have an attorney, and by law every prisoner was entitled to an attorney. This one though, or so it seemed, had rejected the State appointed lawyer and was not allowed visitors. However did an attorney count as a visitor per say?

Cracking his knuckles, Mephisto leaned forward and began working. Noon did not give him a lot of time to work his magic, and it would take a lot of magic to get inside that prison and see his mysterious stalker.
 
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