"Going Straight" (closed)

[Gabe619]

Saturday morning:
Most if not all the Untouchables had weekends off unless an operation was in effect. Most, though not all had families, significant others or other things they had to do. However this Saturday Teddy had sent out a text asking them to come to the Hanson Building for a meeting. He had got a few replies that boiled down to 'What's going on?' but had simply asked they turn up and find out. Teddy had got in before anyone, anyone but Mephisto of course who never left. He said good morning to the man, not expecting a response and not getting one as the hacker seemed more focused than usual on his monitors. Teddy walked past the open dorm room door toward the kitchen and had taken two steps past it when his brain caught up with what his eyes had seen. Slowly he backed up and looked inside the bunkroom.

There, laying on the lower bunk, naked and gorgeous, was Kitty .... his girlfriend. Slowly his head turned to look at Mephisto, his thoughts conjuring up images of what might have happened earlier that night. But no ... surely she wouldn't have fuck him .... would she?! He glanced back at the sleeping Kitty, admiring her smooth, sleek curves as he felt his dick hardening as it always did when she was close to him, whether he could see her or not, but then he heard male laughter coming from outside the front door and quickly pulled the bunk room door closed and continued toward the kitchen as Marcus, Devon, Daniel and a number of the SWAT team ambled in as if they had all turned up on a bus or something. He waved to them as he got his coffee and moved back into the living room area, finding an armchair where he took a seat as everyone got a drink and got settled.

"Ok, you got us all here ... what's up?" Daniel finally asked breaking the silence.

"I have a favor to ask you all ... well, rather Kitty does, but she asked me to ask you all for her." Teddy began, running a hand through his hair as he considered the nature or the favor. He doubted any of them had ever been asked such a thing before. "As you all know she is undercover as a stripper at the Black Heart. So far she has managed to avoid doing anything more than dancing, and maybe a lap dance or two ..."

"Lucky bastards." One of the SWAT men grinned getting a 'fuck yeah' and a fist bump from another of the men as they pictured Kitty doing a lap dance. Teddy smiled to himself.

"However, it's got to a point that she can't keep avoiding the more physical aspects of her job." He continued.

"You mean getting fucked?"

Teddy sighed and nodded. "Yes, exactly. So, we, me and Kitty, felt it might be easier for her if you all went there tonight and became her customers."

The SWAT man who had called Kitty's clients lucky actually spit out his coffee as Teddy said that, and started to cough up a lung. Finally getting himself under control he asked, in a raspy groan, "You want us all to fuck her?!"

Even Marcus had to raise an eyebrow at that one as he looked at Teddy. But he had the sense to keep quiet letting the young man say his piece.

"Well, maybe, we hope not, but you can understand how she would feel more at ease with people she knows than total strangers asked her to do this to them. We're hoping maybe a few lap dances might be enough to get her bosses off her back, but we honestly don't know. Kitty is unsure what they will be expecting of her tonight. It is one of the busiest nights for the club which is why they have told her she will need to be available for the more sexual acts. If she refuses they might fire her and we can't risk that. So what do you say?"

"Why did you ask me here?" Holly said looking around the group. "Don't you just want the horndogs?"

"Well, it is a bi-sexual club, anything goes really." He didn't tell them he was speaking from experience of course. "There are as many women there as men. So if you could go it would help a lot."

Holly tried to ignore the somewhat lecherous looks from some of her male colleagues at the idea of her and Kitty together.

"Of course, whatever helps the team." She stated firmly.

"God old Holly, always ready to take one for the team." The man sitting next to her smirked ... just before she drive her elbow into his ribs making him curl up in pain as her squad commander, Daniel Ketch smiled.

"I don't think it would be a good idea for me to go, Teddy. I am to high profile, my face is all over the news now. I could end up bring more scrutiny to her than less, so I think I'll sit this one out." Marcus stated. "As for the rest of you all ... anyone not want to go? You will be financed by the team of course as this would be considered work."

"Over time for going to a strip club? Wish I had signed up to this detail earlier." Daniel joked getting grins from his team and a chuckle from Devon. He looked around to do a quick check then turned back to Teddy. "Looks like we're all in, Mr. Yarrow. Let Kitty know we have her back."

"And front." Squeaked the man still trying to get his breath back after Holly's elbow assault.

He ran from the apartment with Holly chasing him. Daniel shrugged and looked at Marcus, Teddy and Devon.

"He always was slow on the uptake. I swear sometimes it's like being a teacher for a class of delinquents."

 

[PennySaver]

Saturday morning at the Batcave: Hail, hail, the gang's all here:
Holly Briggs initially remained quiet as her SWAT teammates joked about Zhang Yuqi. The woman they all knew as Kitty and who danced as the Korean Kitty Kat -- despite actually being Chinese ethnically -- was definitely a fox, and she didn't blame them all for imagining having her bent over a bench seat as they fucked her from behind.

To be honest, Holly had had her own fantasies about the sexy Untouchable and, once upon a time, had just about acted on them, wishing to know whether or not Kitty was a switch hitter. The two of them had teamed up as a sniper team during the Pier 4 drug raid #139 months earlier, and after the gunfire had ended and hearts had stopped racing, Holly had very nearly asked Kitty out to a club to see if they could get their hearts racing in another way.

"Why did you ask me here?" she asked Teddy.

"Well, it is a bi-sexual club, anything goes really," the man answered.

There was, of course, a round of lewd comments from her lecherous partners, but Holly knew it was all in good fun. She considered herself fortunate to work on a mostly male team that couldn't give a rat's ass that she preferred to lick pussy than suck cock.

"Of course, whatever helps the team," she told Teddy. Deep in her mind, though, she was thinking, Maybe I'll finally get that shot I wanted.

They discussed the plan some more, and as the gathering began to break up, Holly ended up chasing one of the SWAT members out the door for his continued lewdness. In the hallway, though, she realized that she'd left her jacket and turned back to retrieve it. As she was snatching it up, movement caught her eye and she turned, finding Kitty standing in the doorway of what looked like a bunkroom; she was holding a sheet to her front side, barely hiding her nipples and her crotch while much of the rest of her delicious body was on display.

"What the fuck's going on here?" Kitty growled softly. She complained, "Loud..."

She had a hangover from the previous night's partying, and she badly needed to drink a gallon of water and a 32-ounce coffee. She caught sight of Holly, looked around for the others; she could hear men in the hallway beyond the suite's open front door and she could see some others in Marcus's room reviewing one of the big investigation boards with photos linked together with multiple colors of string; Mephisto was, as usual, sitting at his computer array.

"Hey, Holly," she mumbled as she emerged from the bedroom, wrapping the sheet around her to hide everything from just above her nipples to her ankles. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"We've been invited to come watch you dance tonight," Holly informed the other woman.

Moving straight for a plastic gallon bottle of water sitting on the counter, Kitty lifted it into the air and to her mouth and downed over a third of it. As she set it down and began filling a large travel mug with coffee, she responded, "Good. It'll be nice to have some friendly faces there tonight."

Kitty headed back toward the bedroom with her coffee and a donut from a box someone had brought with them, but as she passed Holly, she thought she caught a concerned expression on the SWAT member's face. Stopping, Kitty asked quietly, "What's up? What's on your mind?"

"Teddy's concerned that maybe this Greshenko guy's gonna want you to have sexual relations with one or more of his clients," Holly answered.

"Won't happen," Kitty said firmly. "I already told Dimitri that I only do that with men I choose. He likes me. I bring in more money dancing -- on the stage, in laps -- than any other girl there, so ... he was willing to give me control over who I fuck or suck."

"But ... if you don't ... service, I mean," Holly continued with her worried expression and tone, "won't he get suspicious ... think you might be a cop? I mean, that's how the drug dealers used to try to catch cops ... by making them do drugs in front of them, 'cause cops are prohibited from using drugs, so--"

"No," Kitty said in that same firm tone, "I'm not worried about it."

To be honest, she actually was a bit. If she got pressured to tend to one of Greshenko's good client's sexual needs and refused -- particularly if a large chunk of cash was offered -- the mobster would certainly begin to wonder about her. A thought came to her, and she smiled devilishly as she said, "But maybe it might be smart for me to put out for a new client of the club ... maybe a woman...?"

Holly smiled, laughed, and blushed. She looked to Marcus's bedroom and found a couple of the guys looking at the two of them; in the door to the hallway, another SWAT member was eying the pair. Looking back to Kitty, she said, "The guys were all for that, of course."

Together, in chorus, both of them said, "Pigs," then laughed together.

But both of them knew this was a good idea, and after talking about how to make it seem highly erotic but remain professional, the two of them fist bumped and headed away from one another.

 

[Gabe619]

Saturday, noon, Governor Elizabeth Harker and Gavin Peters
The restaurant was small and exclusive, as the prices showed all to well. It was also busy, but when the State's Governor turns up for lunch you always find a good table. Elizabeth Harker smiled at the waiter as he held her seat for her to sit down and then ordered a white wine as she waited. Her security was light and the man she had entered the restaurant with was blending in with the surroundings while still keeping a close eye on her. She'd only been waiting ten minutes when a smartly dressed older man approached her and smiled as she stood to receive him, moving to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Gavin, it's so good of you to make time to see me, I know how busy you always are." Harker said as she retook her seat.

"No trouble at all, Elizabeth, its good to see you. It's been a while, but I hear on the news you've been busy yourself. A new crime fighting task force? Very exciting."

Gavin Peters was what you would call a self made man. Now, at 59, he was the head of one of the biggest pharmaceutical firms in the country and had a personal worth of around four billion. When you consider that his rise to greatness started in his bedroom with his first chemistry kit when he was 11 it showed just how far he had come. His parents had been blue collar workers, his dad a postman, his mother a school teacher and they had worked hard to give their son the best chances in life. Luckily Gavin had a natural aptitude for chemistry, one noted and supported by his science teachers at high school.

Moving on to college and university gaining MD's and PHD's along the way he had been headhunted by a global chemical firm and took up a position in their R&D section. After four years and a few break through drugs that had made the company millions, he discovered that they had been doing human trials without authorisation by the FDA. Becoming a whistle-blower for the Government he had almost crippled the company as they were forced to pay millions to the government and the law suits filed by those they had experimented on.

Deciding to never again work for a conglomerate, Peters went into business for himself and slowly over the intermediate years had built his company, Gaia Pharmaceuticals, into one of the biggest, most well respected companies in the world. Right now he was about to open a new R&D facility in Capitol City, which was why the Governor had asked to meet him for lunch.

"So, what can I do for you, Elizabeth?" Gavin asked as their food was placed before them.

"I have a small favor to ask of you." Harker began with a small smile getting a chuckle from Peters.

"If I remember correctly the last time you asked for a favor it cost me over four million dollars." He grinned as he speared a piece of steak.

"True, but your support of my medical aid for immigrants got you some very good PR ... and I believe some benefactors who helped you off set the cost of supplying the medicine?" Liz replied.

"Hmm .... good point ... so, what is it this time? Another charitable contribution?"

"In a way I suppose you could say that. This new building you have constructed, the R&D facility. It's top of the line, yes? Cutting edge?"

"Yesss, it is .... come on, Liz, let's not dance with each other. We can do that at your charity ball in a few days." Gavin said with a laugh.

"The task force you mentioned before, it's doing good work, very good work, but it is hitting some obstacles." The Governor explained. "My god-daughter, Laura, is a SADA who works with them and she tells me that now the task force is starting to make dents in the organised crime network of the city the families are starting to fight back. Using the corruption in the police force and forensic facilities the Untouchables have to use has led to evidence vanishing, or being corrupted. Forensic evidence in particular making it harder for Laura to prosecute."

"I can see that would be a problem, yes, but what does this have to do with my .... ahhhhh." Peters sat back, putting his knife and fork down as he smiled, seeing where Harker was heading. "You want to use my R&D facility to examine evidence. You need my people to do the investigations and hand the results off to your task force and god-daughter."

"Not exactly." Harker smiled back. "All I am asking is that you let us adapt a floor into a morgue and forensic lab. Just one floor, Gavin, I believe it has a dozen of them? And I wouldn't dream of asking you to let us borrow your staff to do the work, I am sure you have much more important things for them to do. No, I'll find the people to man the facility. But, I would like your help in fitting the place out with the right equipment. You are the best there is in this field after all."

"Appealing to my vanity, Elizabeth? You know I can never deny you anything." Peters lent forward and began cutting into his steak again as his mind took up the problem. "The forensic equipment is no trouble, its pretty much the same as what I use anyway. The morgue however will take a major refit to one part of the floor. I'll give you the 1st floor as it will mean you won't have to trundle dead bodies all over the building." He winked at the Governor. "It'll take ... ohh ... about a week to finish I should think. Gives you time to find the people you want to staff it, hm?"

"Thank you, Gavin. I knew I could count on you. I'll make sure you have the first dance at the charity ball." Harker responded laying her hand gently on his and squeezing.

She was a beautiful woman still, even in her advancing years, and she knew how to use those looks to get what she wanted. Of course with personal friends like Gavin she wasn't using him, the gesture was simply one of warmth and gratitude. As to the staffing issue, well, she thought with a smile as she dug into her meal, she already had her list drawn up.

 

[PennySaver]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline) (continued from Post #444)

Clara, at the Black Heart strip club:

Even as the newest employee of the strip club, The Black Heart, was entering the "employees only" side door, Clara Darwin was already trembling deep inside over what awaited her. Oh, it wasn't the idea of having to strip before strange, leering men until all she wore was a thong with a front side half the size of a cocktail napkin; it wasn't even knowing that she was now more than a stripper and was a sexual servant to those men with whom her boss matched her via her own personal Entertainment Coordinator.

Her nervousness this morning was that that boss, Bratva strongman, Dimitri Greshenko, had asked her to his office to -- as he put it -- get to know each other better. The night before, via a dozen or more surveillance monitors and associated microphones, he'd watched her fuck her first client, who just happened to turn out to be an undercover cop, presumably with the CCPD Vice Squad, Clara believed.

The question going through her mind, as she put her overcoat, purse, and what-not bag in her assigned locker, was what exactly did get to know each other better mean? Was he wanting to congratulate her on her session with Teddy, something for which he'd given her $200 cash and then given her the night off? Or was he wanting a little bit of that for himself?

As one of the club's security men escorted her upstairs to Dimitri's office, Clara wondered about having sex with the boss. Dimitri Greshenko was more than just her boss at the club, of course. He was holding her father's health, even his life, in his hands. Clara would have fucked or sucked anyone in the world to have prevented her father from borrowing money with which to gamble. But, that was his history, and this was both Clara's present and future.

The security man knocked on Dimitri's door, waited for a call to enter, opened the door, and gestured Clara inside. She drew a deep breath, let it out, and headed inside, not knowing what was coming next.

 

[Gabe619]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline) (continued from Post #444)

Clara, at the Black Heart strip club:

"Ahh, Clara, so nice to see you my dear. Come, come in, relax." Dmitri said with a smile as he was signing some papers for the man standing next to him.

With a nod from the boss the man gathered the papers and left, smiling and nodding to Clara as he past her. With a solid click the door closed leaving them alone in the office. Dimitri was watching her closely, letting his eyes slowly wander over her. Last night he had seen all of her of course, and he knew what lay under her clothing. Seeing her emotional fuck with the newest Black Heart VIP had got him very hard and he had taken it out on one of the maids a his mansion later that night. Now though, having her alone with him had his cock growing once more.

"I wanted to congratulate you again on your performance last night. It was very eye opening. I am 100% sure Mr. Franks believed you honestly did orgasm for him, but you and I know different, don't we ..... or do we?"

He waved her closer, to his side of the desk as he let that hang in the air for her to answer, or not. Again his eyes moved over her, like a wolf. He reached out as she got close enough and ran a finger down her arm, then suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. One arm slipped around her slim waist, the other drifted to her thigh.

"You know, there is no rule that says one of my girls cannot cum when entertaining a client. Indeed I tend to find that they pay a lot more, and come back more eagerly if a girl does so. They tend to feel they have performed so well that the girl loves them. Of course it is just sex, a chemical, physical enjoyment that relieves tension while feeling good. Just because you orgasmed doesn't mean a thing, but men, we don't always see that. Do you understand what I am saying, Clara?"

 

[PennySaver]

Abby and Adrian, going to a motel to fuck (continued from Post #449)

Abby couldn't help but smile in delight at the 18-year-old's reaction to her suggesting that they take their afternoon coffee break to a hotel across the street. "Um ... I mean, yeah .... sure ... if you think ... I mean, whatever you think is best. Sounds good to me."

"I think it's best," she responded as she stood slowly from her chair. She smoothed down her summer dress, a flowery print that readily displayed her ample bosom and legs beyond midthigh.

Adrian stood as well, nearly tripping over his chair. Abby laughed, catching him with a hand quickly snatching his forearm. Softly, she urged, "Relax. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself..."

Not really meaning to do so, she glanced to Adrian's groin and caught sight of the erection that was conspicuously tenting the front of his slacks. She knew in an instance that this boy -- who'd hidden himself so well at the BBQ by keeping his cock hidden under the water level or the pool or, when out of the water, by keeping his back to her -- was far more endowed than her husband who, of course, was sitting just inside the cafe, likely watching their every move together.

Still looking at Adrian's amazing, south-of-the-border display, Abby finished her warning of concern with a lewd appreciation, "...or trip over something."

She laughed at his reaction to having been found out, then turned for the gate to leave the outside seating area; Abby wanted to look back over her shoulder, to find Patrick, to see if he was indeed watching or if he was even still sitting in the coffee shop's interior. But she resisted; she didn't want him to think that this was all a fuck you and your infidelity move.

Honestly, of course, Abby picking this time and place to meet Adrian had certainly been a jab at her husband. She'd known he would be here thanks to Mephisto's hacking of Patrick's computer and day planner. But even before she'd left the BBQ at Devon's house three days earlier, Abby had known that she wanted to have sex with the delicious high schooler.

They headed out the gate and jaywalked to the foyer of the motel office. The man behind the desk looked up to Abby, then to her boy toy and smiled just enough for the expression to be noticed. Abby wouldn't tell this to Adrian because, simply, he didn't need to know: this was hardly the first time she'd brought a younger man to this particular motel, which was the reason the man behind the desk simply handed Abby a key card and said, "211", without asking for the credit card info that he already had on a little card under the counter.

The pair turned, used the stairs to get to the second floor, and walked to the second door. She scanned the card, opened the door, entered, and held it open for Adrian. Once he was inside and she'd locked the door behind them, she smiled to him and asked, "Have you ever done this, Adrian ... a motel, I mean?"

She imagined that, at his age, most of his sex had been in the backseat of a car or at either his or hers parents' home when the latter were out.

 

[Gabe619]

Abby and Adrian, going to a motel to fuck

"No, never." Adrian said looking around the room. he had somehow assumed it would be grungy, dirty, but it was a really nice room. Neat and tidy with plenty of light through the windows. "Me and Tasha sometimes play in my car, or if her parents are out or mine are we do stuff at home. Not much ... I mean, she won't let me do much .... go far."

He realised he was rambling again and blushed a little. He needed to summon some of the bravado that had earned him the position of the captain of the football team. He turned to look at Abby, admiring how the small summer dress fitted her like a second skin. This time, with no one watching, he took his time to admire her, feeling his cock, which had softened a little on the trip over the road and up to the room, start to throb back to full hardness.

"She is my first real girlfriend." He confessed to Abby, then realising he must sound so naïve and inexperienced, he looked up at Abby's face. "But I know what to do, I watch a lot of porn."

He groaned when he heard himself say that and closed his eyes. How could he be this nervous, this stupid around her. He wanted to impress his Goddess but all he was doing was embarrassing himself every time he opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." Not that he could imagine a situation where such a statement would actually come out right of course.

He took a few steps closer to Abby, now right in front of her, his eyes dropped to her cleavage, then he looked up into her gorgeous eyes again and this time something had changed in them. Whether it was his embarrassment that had pushed him over the edge or not he didn't know, but he suddenly knew what he wanted to do. He grabbed her upper arms, pushing her back against the wall and brought his lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss. A kiss that lacked finesse for sure, and hardly one that would get Abby's blood boiling, but if points were awarded for enthusiasm he would be getting top marks right now.

 

[PennySaver]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara in Dimitri's office at the Black Heart strip club:

"I wanted to congratulate you again on your performance last night," her boss began. "It was very eye opening. I am 100% sure Mr. Franks believed you honestly did orgasm for him, but you and I know different, don't we ..... or do we?"

She contemplated her possible answers, unsure of what he wanted to hear from her. She, of course, was supposed to be pleasuring her clients, not the other way around. And yet, last night, Teddy had provided her with the greatest sexual climax of her life.

Oh, sure, she'd only had sex with one man in the past, they'd only done it a handful of times, and so she really didn't have much with with to compare. But Clara did have a vibrator at home, and -- when her father was at work or out gambling -- she had driven herself to orgasm. But Teddy ... Jesus ... that had been unimaginable.

Still, dropping her eyes to the floor in embarrassment at even talking about this, Clara lied by softly saying, "No, Mister Greshenko ... I was pretending ... acting." Then, peeking back up to Dimitri, she asked, "That was right ... wasn't it?"

He waved Clara to him and, surprising her to give out a short yelp of surprise, pulled her into his lap. Immediately, she presumed that he was indeed going to partake of her, and her stomach rolled over a bit in a combination of anxiety and disgust.

Oh, it wasn't that Dimitri Greshenko wasn't a handsome man or anything like that. He was a handsome, sophisticated, charismatic man with money and position and power, everything a woman wanted if she was looking for a mate and future father and caretaker of her children. He was also a cold blooded, murderous criminal who was forcing her into prostitution to pay off her father's debt, a debt her father wouldn't have had if: one, Dimitri's own loan sharks hadn't make it so easy to borrow money; and, two, his own illegal book making operation hadn't made it so easy for him to put down those ill-fated bets in the first place.

"You know, there is no rule that says one of my girls cannot cum when entertaining a client," he went on, explaining how cumming with the men in the private rooms -- or pretending to -- kept them coming back. "Do you understand what I am saying, Clara?"

She tried to speak an answer, but the only thing she managed was a weak head bob. She could feel the warmth of his hand on her thigh, which had been exposed almost to her panties by the way she'd flopped into his lap. Clara's heart was beating fiercely at the fear that he was about to strip her naked and fuck her over his desk or, worse, push her to her knees and make her suck his cock. Men loved blow jobs; they were an act of both pleasure and superiority to many men or, at least, that what she believed was the reason for their popularity.

Clara thought back to Teddy and what he'd said about keeping her eyes and ears open, then reporting back to him. Despite fearing what might become of it, she reached a hand up to Dimitri's chest, caress it gently. Combining her thoughts of Teddy with those of why she was working here in the first place, Clara said, "I want to please you with what I do here, Mister-- Dimitri. I think I could be valuable to the club ... to you. I can dance, though, honestly, I always thought I looked a bit awkward. And..."

Her face exploded in a fiery blush, then giggling in embarrassment, "And I can ... you know ... do other stuff..."

She glanced to the wall of monitors; the club wasn't open yet, but in a couple of hours those screens would be filled with girls dancing on the stages and in client's laps, as well as sucking cocks in the private rooms. She looked back to him, saying, "I want to help my father get over his debts, obviously. But ... at the same time ... I'd like to help you. If ... if there's ever anything special I can do for you ... here in your office..."

As she was saying that last, Clara let her hand slip slowly down Dimitri's chest toward his belly; it's ultimate destination, should the man not stop her, was his crotch. She continued, "...or outside the office ... I would be happy to help you."

Clara knew that Teddy was undercover to break up a prostitution ring that centered on young women and girls. That meant that if she was going to help, she needed to get information -- or be involved in operations -- outside the Black Heart; to prevent a Federal raid of the club, Dimitri didn't allow underage girls on the premises, though -- as Teddy knew already -- there were plenty of 18-year-olds prancing about in skimpy costumes, ready to open their holes to those willing to pay.

 

[PennySaver]

Abby and Adrian, at a motel to fuck

"No, never," Adrian answered regarding having ever been in a motel with a girl before. His answer about cars and parents' home was exactly what Abby had expected. When he talked about his actual sexual experience with his girlfriend -- what she allowed him to do with, to, and for her Adrian said, "Not much ... I mean, she won't let me do much .... go far."

Abby felt sorrow for him. She imagined the two lovers, her on her back in daddy's Oldsmobile, Adrian between her thighs with his jeans around his ankles, fucking until he came and -- maybe -- she did, too; then, clothes on, loving post-coital kisses, and back home again. Glancing down to Adrain's bulge again, she thought What a fucking waste.

"She is my first real girlfriend," he confessed, adding, "But I know what to do, I watch a lot of porn."

Abby couldn't help it: she laughed without hesitation.

Adrian instantly showed his embarrassment, following up with, "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right."

"I want you to do something for me," Abby said as she shed her jacket and set it aside. "I want you to forget every thing you've ever seen online. Porn is great for when you are alone at home and want to get off and are looking for visual stimulation. But it ends there. You and I ... we will never remake one of those scenes you watched online. What happens between us ... it will be real. It will be pleasurable ... and, if we do it right ... will be memorable. But it won't be anything like you've ever seen on a screen. Understand?"

Something clicked with Adrian in Abby'd monologue, and he moved forward to take her in his hands, moving her to the wall to kiss her passionately. It did, as he feared, lack finesse. She reached her hands up between them to his chest, pushed him away enough to part their lips, then lifted them to his cheeks, her fingertips finding his neck.

"Like this," she whispered, adding, "Slow ... and soft."

She pulled their mouths back together again, then engaged Adrian's lips with her own in a slow, soft, but increasingly erotic kiss that ultimately had their tongues pressing their tips against one another. As the kiss continued, Abby slipped her hands down the teen's front side until her fingers found his belt and began unfastening it.

He was a quick learner, and soon Adrian was leading the ongoing kiss himself. Abby pulled her face back from his, smiled to him -- then ripped his belt out of his jeans' loops with an almost whipping action. Tossing it to the bed, she pushed him away from her, telling him, "Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked."

 

[Gabe619]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara in Dimitri's office at the Black Heart strip club:
In the years he had been running clubs and prostitution rings, Dimitri had become very good at reading girls faces and body language. They tended to say more with their bodies than ever came out of their mouths and for various reasons. Some were scared, terrified of what he might do to them. Some were scared what he might do to their families or loved ones. Some wanted to sleep their way to the top, while others wanted to bring down competition by getting the boss on their side. Such petty conflicts were beyond him, though, of course, he never turned away a sexy girl who wanted to have sex with him in the hopes he would side with her.

Clara was scared, but as of yet Dimitri wasn't quiet sure what of. Him? Possibly, probably considering the debt she was repaying with her body. It could be as simple as the nervousness of a young innocent girl flung into the deep end at a strip club and forced to let strangers fuck her. As her hand caressed his chest through his shirt he looked down at it and smiled.

"I want to please you with what I do here, Mister-- Dimitri. I think I could be valuable to the club ... to you. I can dance, though, honestly, I always thought I looked a bit awkward. And..." Clara giggled nervously, "And I can ... you know ... do other stuff..."

He watched her look at the monitors, not that she would be shocked to see them, all the girls knew they were watched. It was mostly security of course, though it was also a very good way to gain blackmail material on certain clients who came to The Black Heart anonymously. Councilmen, lawyers, businessmen, police officers all were welcome here if their money was good and Dimitri enjoyed having videos of them enjoying the girls, or even the boys if they were so inclined, just in case they stepped out of line.

"I want to help my father get over his debts, obviously. But ... at the same time ... I'd like to help you. If ... if there's ever anything special I can do for you ... here in your office..."

Ahh, here it came. Greshenko tried not to laugh as the young girls fingers began the journey south from his chest. He had been in this position hundreds of times. He wondered if Clara had any idea that her precious father was still gambling behind her back. At the rate he was losing she would be paying off his debt for a lifetime, but there was no need to tell her that right now, she had, after all, only just started at the club.

"...or outside the office ... I would be happy to help you." Clara continued.

Her fingers found the impressive bulge of Dimitri's cock in his pants. He rarely wore underwear, preferring to go commando when he could. He enjoyed the freedom he felt, plus it made it easier to enjoy some quick action with a girl if he needed to let off steam. As her fingers slipped over and around his erection his hand slowly raised to stroke her cheek.

"You are so beautiful, Clara, so .... innocent." He said softly before grabbing her around the waist and lifting her as if she weighted nothing.

He pushed her forward over his desk, holding her down with a hand on her neck as he smiled. His other hand pushed up her skirt to reveal her firm little ass and panties. He caressed her smooth skin, then grabbed her panties and tore them from her, letting them fall to the deck top next to her face. His hand then slipped down between her legs to feel her slit and clit. His touch was soft, a gentle caress, nothing like the roughness his throwing her to the desk might have led her to believe was about to happen.

"So soft, so smooth, so warm." He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, smelling her hair, then kissing her cheek before finally falling to his knees behind her and pushing her legs open.

He inhaled, he had always loved the scent of a woman's sex, it made his mouth water. He kissed her ass cheeks, his hands squeezing them before he lowered his head and brought his tongue to bare, licking with one long swipe from the bottom of her slit up over her clit.

 

[Gabe619]

Abby and Adrian, at a motel to fuck
As Abby pushed the eager youth away slightly to release their lips, Adrian thought he had messed it up already until she said, "Like this," she whispered, adding, "Slow ... and soft."

What followed was an education in making out for the callow youth. He had kissed lots of girls, he had thought he knew how to at least do that much. How foolish he had been he realised as the kiss continued and he felt himself melting. But he made up for it quickly. He had always been a fast learner, and making out with Abby was one more time that personality quirk came to his aid. So lost in the kiss was he though that he hadn't even realised she was undoing his belt until he heard the metallic jingle of the buckle coming free. As he looked down, breaking the kiss, she whipped it from his shorts, the motion leaving a warmth around his hips from the speed of the action. She through it to the bed.

"Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked."

He stumbled back a few steps, but then smiled and started to obey. Slowly his nervousness was leaving him. He knew that he might of messed the kiss up to start with but that he had been doing well at the end, he could sense it. And she tasted sooooo good. Adrian pulled his shirt off first, revealing his young chiselled, smooth bare chest to the woman, his small dark pink nipples hard as stone now. He knew he looked good, he was very proud of his body and rightly so. He worked hard to keep in shape, both for his football, and because he loved how the girls, and women, looked at him when he wasn't wearing a shirt. Unbuttoned his shorts he pulled the zipper down and let them slide to the floor leaving him in his underwear. The tight white undies were now struggling to keep his hard cock inside, so he helped them by slipping his fingers into the sides and pulling them down over his dick and balls and letting them fall to the carpet too. He stepped out of them all and kicked off his shoes. He was now, from head to toe, naked. What little hair he had was mostly on his head, a little in his armpits but not much, none around his crotch as he shaved it off in the shower. Only his legs, from the knees down had some hair to them.

Holding his hands out from his sides he slowly turned on the spot so she could see all of him. His tight ass, the glutes, his toned athletic legs, the muscular back, shoulders and arms and finally as he finished the turn to be facing her again his cock. 7", cut, straight like an arrow, and quite thick. It was his pride and joy. Oh, he knew a couple of the guys on his team had longer dicks, he saw them in the shower, but overall he felt he had done ok when cocks had been handed out. Letting his arms drop to his side he smiled at Abby, a cocky smile now.

"See anything you like, Ma'am?"

 

[PennySaver]

Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):

"See anything you like ... mom," Abby corrected. She looked for Adrian's reaction, then reminded him, "I'm your mother ... you're my son. You need to live that from here out. Understand?"

Again, Abby listened to Adrian's response, then said, "Your mother is a good looking woman. Tell me your most satisfying masturbatory fantasy about when you and she had sex ... and don't tell me that you never imagined it, because she's sexy ... you're 18 and male ... and I know there's been at least one time when you were in bed with your cock in your hand, coated in lotion."

 

[PennySaver]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara and Dimitri in his office at the Black Heart strip club:

Dimitri did nothing to stop Clara's hand from slipping down between his thighs. She found his cock already fully hardened ... or so she hoped, because if it got any bigger it was going to be scary as well. She'd liked Teddy cock, as she'd told him while he'd been pushing and pulling it in and out of her. It had been perfect: not too long or short, not too thick or narrow, but just perfect.

She clutched nervously at Dimitri's manhood, not entirely sure what she was supposed to do, what with him still having his slacks on. Clara had never given her first boyfriend a hand job, and last night with Teddy she'd gone immediately to the lap dance and then, of course, to fucking.

Clara studied her boss's expression and body language, looking for some sign to let her know if what she was doing was right or wrong, welcomed or not so much so.

"You are so beautiful, Clara, so .... innocent," Dimitri told her with a sincere tone.

She smiled, showing her appreciation for the compliment. But honestly, she was unsure of just what the innocent comment meant. She could still recall him calling her his sokrovisce, his treasure. And she could remember later wondering whether or not that meant that he was going to bury her away someplace where no one could have her -- in his country estate or a guarded, prison-like condo -- like some Caribbean pirate hiding his gold, silver, and pearls.

Suddenly, Dimitri scooped Clara up in his arms, scaring her enough to cause her to let out a small cry of surprise. He sat her on his desktop and pushed his middle between her knees, forcing her legs out wide as she fell back upon whatever it was that was laying underneath her.

Clara's surprise turned to fear when her boss's hand came down around her neck. She opened her mouth to scream, fearing that he was about to strangle her to death, but no sound came out. Her mind was silently screaming What did I do...? I didn't do anything wrong! Do hurt me ... don't kill me! Then, a quickly following thought was, How did he learn that Teddy was an undercover cop? Did he always know?

Then, as much a surprise and what the first hand was doing, Dimitri's second hand was grasping at her under her skirt. And suddenly, Clara was fearing something that many if not most women feared even more than death: rape. His hand and arm jerked back, and a sharp pain exploded at her waist and inner right thigh as her panties were ripped away.

Again, Clara tried to scream, but nothing would come out. Later, she would attribute this to Dimitri's hand clasping her neck, strangling her, blocking her air flow; but just as quickly, she would dismiss that recalling that she'd been gasping for air in her panic and, therefore, should have been able to scream out.

And then ... Oh god! Oh god no! Dimitri's fingers were on her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, flicking her clit left and right. He wasn't rough with her, though, like she would have expected from a rapist. But she didn't really perceive that; she still thought she was being attacked. Clara might have actually enjoyed it if her brain wasn't still silently screaming Rape! Rape!

"So soft, so smooth, so warm," Dimitri said as he leaned over her put his face into the crook of her shoulder and neck, and kissed her.

Only then did Clara finally manage audibly respond, begging softly, "Please, Mister Greshenko ... Dimitri ... please, don't hurt me."

Whether or not the Russian boss heard her or not, Clara wouldn't know. All she did know was that Dimitri pulled his torso down her own until he disappeared from her view ... then put his mouth upon her womanhood. She drew a quick, deep breath in at the feel of him licking at her pussy, the sudden shock of an unknown pleasure exploding through her lower parts...

...because never before with either of the two -- and only two -- men with whom she'd ever been with had Clara Darwin ever had a man orally pleasure her. This was an unknown to her, and suddenly she was lost to any other thoughts than Oh ... my ... god! That's ... oh, fuck ... what ... what's he ... how's he ... oh my god!

The confusion of what was happening to her caused Clara to clamp her thighs tightly around Dimitri's head, her instinctive response being that she should be stopping whatever this was right now. This vise action did nothing to stop his mouth from continuing its delicate work on her sensitive button and the swollen, tender lips protecting it.

Also without even realizing she was doing it, Clara had reached both of her hands down to the top of the man's head, pushing at him, trying to eject him from between the thighs that were still holding him like a coyote's paw in a varmint trap. This, too, did nothing to stop Dimitri from licking and sucking at her with a true dedication.

Finally, after a few seconds, many seconds, gobs of seconds she couldn't know, Clara stopped resisting Dimitri and instead grabbed handful's of hair in clutching fingers ... to ensure that he couldn't pull his face away if he'd wanted to!

 

[Gabe619]

Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):

"See anything you like ... mom," Abby corrected, "I'm your mother ... you're my son. You need to live that from here out. Understand?"

Adrian's smile grew, he had forgotten the whole incest act, swept away in the adventure and excitement of being with this sexy hot older woman, but as her words sunk in his cock throbbed harder and he nodded.

"Yes, mom .... I won't forget again." He promised.

"Your mother is a good looking woman. Tell me your most satisfying masturbatory fantasy about when you and she had sex ... and don't tell me that you never imagined it, because she's sexy ... you're 18 and male ... and I know there's been at least one time when you were in bed with your cock in your hand, coated in lotion." Abby interrogated him with a smile, making him blush again.

He had heard, or had he read it, that all boys have sexual thoughts of their mothers at some point in their lives. Adrian didn't know if that was actually true, but it was true of him. But how had Abby known, unless, as she said, it was as simple as him being 18, constantly horny, and his mom being hot. He knew a few of his friends considered her a MILF, he was proud of that, that his own mom could get his teen friends hot and horny. He had always thought her pretty, but looking back as Abby asked that question, he tried to remember when he had first thought her sexy. Then it dawned on him and he smiled as he looked off into nothing, remembering it.

It had been one morning. He had been much younger then, he couldn't remember exactly what age. He did remember waking up as he heard his dad leave for work and he groggily had descended the stairs of the house seeking his mother and breakfast. But as he had entered the living room he came to a stop. Before him on her yoga mat his mother was doing her exercises and he had entered just as she was raising her firm ass up and pushing back. She was wearing light grey and pink yoga pants, bare footed, and a sports bra and he had felt, for the first time, his cock harden for his own mother.

"I guess ... sometimes I think of walking in on her doing her exercises in the morning, and just seeing her ass in the air and grabbing it, and pulling her yoga pants down and pushing into her as she moans and tells me to fuck her hard." The words all came out so easily as his mind was still on that visual of his mother so many years ago. He blinked, coming back to the here and now, and gave Abby an almost boyish smile. "That's one of them, I have a few." He admitted.

 

[Gabe619]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara and Dimitri in his office at the Black Heart strip club:
He hadn't bothered reacting to her plea for him not to hurt her because he had no intention of doing so. But he did smile as her thighs tightened on his head as he got to work on her pussy, and again as her hands tried to push him away. Dimitri knew through years of experience that this was a passing reaction to unusual and unexpected events. Soon enough, as he had expected, her fingers grabbed his hair and pulled him into her harder. He by no means did this for all his girls. But Clara has done very well last night and she deserved a reward from him personally. The $200 he had given her had been meaningless, a tip for a service well done, but this, this was him personally showing her how much he respected and enjoyed her work.

It might of seemed odd to an outsider who knew all of Greshenko's little black secrets. The murders, the extortion, the underage prostitutes, the drugs, the assassinations, it all painted him as an evil man, and for certain he had that side of himself, but it usually only came out during business hours. It was the same as saying a priest must be a good person because he was a priest, he worshipped God, he took confessions, he helped the needy, but really that too was just a job. What that priest was really like, in and of him or herself no one could really know. Dimitri Greshenko was a passionate man and yes sometimes that passion showed itself in violence, but, equally it showed itself in sex and love as many women could attest too.

"Are you enjoying this my sokrovisce?" He asked pulling back just a little to ask the question before again assaulting her pussy with tongue and lips.

He wasn't being egotistical when he considered he was a good lover, even a great one, and that was because he made sure to give as much pleasure to his lover as she gave to him. Many men didn't understand that, they assumed their pleasure was all that mattered, or that a quick fuck, cum and go was just as satisfying for the woman as it was for him. You found this mostly in boys, but as men grew older and had more experiences they usually found the truth. To gain the most amount of sexual pleasure from a partner you had to take the time to give such pleasure back to them.

His tongue delved deeply into Clara's tight pussy, wiggling, searching it seemed, never still. His lips suckled her clit and lips, then sucked hard on the clit, even biting it softly. he used all his many years of experience to give Clara an experience she would never forget.

 

[PennySaver]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara being "eaten" by Dimitri in his office at the Black Heart strip club:

"Are you enjoying this my sokrovisce?" Dimitri asked, pulling back from licking and sucking at Clara's clit.

She answered him by pulling on the handfuls of hair in her fingers, urging him back to her crotch again.

Later, Clara would find herself conflicted about what she'd wanted at this moment in time, but at this moment in time, she wasn't conflicted at all. She'd never felt anything like what Dimitri was doing to her; it wasn't fucking, nothing like it, and it felt so incredible that she'd totally forgotten who the man was who was doing this to her ... what he and his people -- his loan shark, his bookies, even his EC who'd put her together with a stranger to fuck -- had done to her, to her father, to her family.

And what about that stranger: Teddy Franks. Just 14 or 15 hours ago, the Untouchable had given Clara her first and greatest orgasm she'd ever experienced, and that included the many, many times she'd driven her own self to climax with her buzzing little toy in the privacy of her own bedroom. And now, here she was urging Teddy's target, his enemy, to continue sucking on her pussy, to continue lapping at her clit, because she already knew that this was going to result in an explosion that she needed to experience, regardless of what Dimitri Greshenko was.

And experience it she did. The Bratva boss had returned to his work, and the pleasure he was causing Clara grew and grew and grew until she was drawing and holding long breaths expectantly ... gasping the air out in loud rushes ... and finally ... as once again her thighs clamped about Dimitri's head and she practically pulled handfuls of hair from his scalp, she threw her head back, arched upwards from his desk until only her ass and the back of her own skull was on it, and gave out a long, loud scream that literally brought the club's security man through the door to see if his boss was in danger.

Of course, Clara had no idea that a third party had gotten a peak as she peeked, not that he very quickly closed the door to preserve his boss's privacy. She was lost to the world, just as she had been cumming in Teddy's lap the night before. Her body shook, almost violently, as her ankles crossed behind Dimitri's head, keeping him in place as waves of euphoria ripped through her entire being...

Clara had no idea how long she'd remained in that state of ecstasy, but eventually she began relaxing; her back returned to the desk, her ankles uncrossed, her legs slumped down the backside of Dimitri's shoulders, her hands released their hold on his hair, then fell to the deck beside her nude form. Clara was spent, tapped out, done as she never had been before, even the night before with the undercover cop to whom she'd made a vow to spy on the very man who'd just given her what now qualified as the greatest, most incredible orgasm of her life.

She wasn't thinking about it right now -- she wasn't thinking anything right now -- but later Clara would find herself conflicted about telling Teddy things about Dimitri. Yeah, sure, the Bratva boss was a bad man, and in so many, many ways; there was no doubt about that. But Jesus! How did she tell Teddy about Dimitri after he'd done this for her? Then again, how did she not. Again: bad man!

Again, Clara had no conscious thoughts going through her mind right now, other than OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME AND CAN YOU DO THAT AGAIN...? When her ability to think did return to her, though, Clara knew that she would do just about anything for Dimitri Greshenko.

 

[PennySaver]

Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):

"Yes, mom .... I won't forget again," Adrian promised with a sincere tone after Abby reminded him of what lay ahead of them at the International Incest Invitational.

She tasked him with recalling the first time he'd ever had sexual thoughts about his mother, and he dutifully answered. Abby listened with great interest; she'd never birthed a son, of course, so she'd neither had such a son fantasize about her nor had she fantasized about such a son herself.

Although she would never in a million years confess this to anyone, Abby had had fantasies about sex with her daughter, Chloe. Oh, this wasn't a habit or anything like that. It had been a one-time thing, brought on by a very specific incident that, as far as Abby knew, had itself been a one-time thing.

Chloe had had a slumber party at the family home for her 18th birthday, with more than a dozen girls spending the night laughing and playing music and eating junk food and dancing about in their underwear. Abby had sent her husband and her parents -- with whom they shared a house for financial reasons -- off to a bed and breakfast at the lake at which the family fished to give the girls the house to themselves.

Abby had remained behind because -- as she'd told Chloe at the time -- there ain't no way in hell I'm leaving you and a bunch of rambunctious girls alone here to burn my house to the ground. She'd maintained her distance for the most part, though -- being a mother -- she had, of course, played scullery maid to the group, preparing snacks and baking pizzas and dishing out ice cream and, obviously, doing the dishes herself.

When things finally settled down and the whole mess of female bodies were scattered across the living room floor in sleeping bags, Abby finally got a chance to take a break. An hour or so after the giggling had finally ceased and the snoring had begun -- yes, girls snore, too -- Abby thought she heard soft voices in a part of the house that the girls had specifically been forbidden to invade, Abby's sewing and crafts room, where several pieces of art were in the works.

She padded softly down the hall to the room and tried the knob, finding it locked -- another no-no in this house. Abby circled around through the guest bedroom to the en suite that the two rooms shared, finding that that entrance to the craft room was not locked.

Opening it with the intentions of chastising the intruders and sending them packing back back to the family room, Abby froze at the sight of her 18-year-old daughter laying in a gigantic been bag chair, naked, in the arms of yet another naked teen, who had a hand down in between Chloe's thighs, actively working its fingers upon the birthday girl's pussy.

Abby had frozen in shock for multiple reasons, not the least of which was that she'd never had any idea that her daughter might like other girls. Days later, as Abby engaged her daughter in a casual conversation about life that turned into one of a more intimate nature, Chloe would confess to her mother -- without details -- that on her birthday, she'd had a sexual encounter with a female friend.

"I'm not into girls, though," she'd told Abby. "I'm not gay ... or bi. It was just something we did ... experimenting ... you know?"

"Of course, honey," Abby had responded, trying not to turn red from shame or appear guilty at all for what had happened after she left the two girls to finish their experimenting. Abby had, of course, returned to her bed and gotten out her buzzing bunny, using it while she imagined being on the big pillow-chair with the teenaged guest and her own, beautiful daughter. She'd held Chloe in a tight hug, kissed her cheek, and said, "We've all done it at least once, honey. It's how we learn without the embarrassment of having to learn it with boys!"

Adrian described his fantasy about his own mother, speaking of how he would pull her yoga pants off her hips and past her ass and fuck her hard from behind. Abby smiled when he finished, stood, and easily shed her summer dress by simply pulling the straps off her shoulder and letting it fall to the floor.

(OOC: Remember, use your imagination regarding context when enjoying pics.)

Abby wore a lacy, white bra that struggled to contain her generous and gravity-defying C-cups and a pair of panties that was small and sexy but not quite a thong. She looked over Adrian, who stood before her in his wondrous, glorious nakedness, then gestured him back away to the middle of the room.

"I want you to stand there ... arms to your sides," she ordered as she fiddled with her phone. Without looking at him, she demanded, "No touching yourself. Just stand there ... until you know it's time to do what you need to do."

Music started playing from her phone, a soft tune to which she herself performed her own yoga routines at home or sometimes at the gym with which she had a membership. Then, looking Adrian in the eyes when the poses permitted it, Abby began her routine; she moved slowly from each pose to the next, letting her body stretch and her muscles work.

And she waited ... knowing that eventually Adrian wouldn't be able to stand it ... and would fulfill that fantasy he'd long had regarding his mother.

 

[Gabe619]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara being "eaten" by Dimitri in his office at the Black Heart strip club:

He held her hips as Clara's body arched off of his desk. Her lithe, young, fit body was perfection, but then he expected nothing else from the girls he picked to represent him in his clubs. She also tasted divine and ever as she spasmed through her huge release his tongue continued to tease. Not as much as it had done to bring her to this explosion of orgasmic bliss, but enough to make it roll on for a few moments or minutes past when it would usually end. Then as her thighs released him from their death grip and her body went slack, he extricated himself from between her legs and stood, looking down at her as he licked his lips. She really did taste most lovely. He was fully aware that, as with men, a woman's juices differed from person to person. He had once gone down on a dancer at his club only to realise she tasted disgusting. He had immediately stopped and fired her on the spot. What if one of his clients had wanted to eat her out?! He couldn't allow someone who worked for him to taste like that.

However right now as he ran a fingertip over his chin to scoop up what was left of Clara's pleasure and sucked it clean he knew he would feast on her again, and soon. He gently caressed her smooth firm thighs as she lay there and her eyes opened to look up at him. He so enjoyed the look they gave him afterwards, even his wife still gave him that, if nothing else lately. He suspected she was sleeping with her chauffeur, her two bodyguards and possibly her personal secretary. Whatever, it kept her out of his hair at least.

"Time for you to leave now, Clara." He said in a not unkind, but still dismissive voice. "I enjoyed our time together. I will be calling on you again, very soon."

He turned his back and picked up some papers off of his desk as he moved to the window to read them and gaze out on the street below. Whether she had told the truth about orgasming for Mr. Franks or not, he was sure, 100% sure, that she had just truthfully orgasmed for him. He smirked. Well, Mr. Franks, it seems you're not the only man to shake up Clara's world. He chuckled under his breath. He realised it was a shallow, egotistical thing to want to prove to himself he could make the young girl cum as hard as one of his paying clients had, but still, he felt better for having achieved it.

 

[Gabe619]

Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):
As she disrobed Adrian's eyes grew bigger. The short thin summer dress hardly hid anything at all, and yet now it was pooled around her feet and he was seeing her in just that lacy white bra and matching white panties it all now seemed so real. A moment ago if someone had told him he had been dreaming up to then he would have probably believed them, but now he knew it was real. No one who looked that good could be a dream, even his teen hormonally driven imagination couldn't have conjured up a body as hot as Abby's.

"I want you to stand there ... arms to your sides," she ordered as she fiddled with her phone. Without looking at him, she demanded, "No touching yourself. Just stand there ... until you know it's time to do what you need to do."

That puzzled him. Know what to do? But then the music started on her phone and slowly Abby began to move into her routine and Adrian moaned softly as he understood now. He had thought her instruction not to touch himself would be an easy task to do, but as he watched and his cock throbbed with his heartbeat all he wanted to do was grab his dick and jerk off. His entire body shivered as Abby moved, bent, smoothed out, crouched down, turned over, arched her body. He licked his lips, trying to calm his panting. He felt like a dog in heat, he had to have her, he just had to. But her instructions kept him rooted to the floor for now. He didn't want to disappoint her in any way at all ... God, please, don't let me disappoint Abby, he prayed silently.

Then, on the floor, she moved in the way he remembered seeing his mother move that day, head down, back curved, ass up, knees bent under her supporting her and there it was, that glorious ass with those white panties. But even now he didn't let go, he kept his calm. It took every single iota of willpower he could muster, but he moved slowly. He got down behind her and his fingers slid over her firm ass cheeks to the waistband of the panties, then, gripping them, he slowly slipped them down over her ass cheeks and down from her pussy.

"Oh, Mom .... your so hot, mom. I'm sorry, I can't stop myself."

In his mind it was two women before him, his own mother as she had been all those years ago, and Abby here before him in the here and now. Both sexy as hell. His cock head ached, the skin feeling like it would burst he was so hard. His fingers slid to her hips, grabbing them as he leans down to smell her skin, such a sweet scent, then he kissed all over her ass cheeks before letting his cock head slip between her her slightly parted thighs. The hard shaft rubbed over her lips there and over her clit, his dick like a bar of steel he felt he could lift her body on it alone.

"I need you so bad, mom .... so bad. I gotta fuck you!"

Then he moved again, subtly, smoothly as if this was meant to be, his cock heard burying itself between the warm wet folds of Abby's pussy before, with a deep guttural groan Adrian drove forward and buried himself to the hilt.

 

[PennySaver]

2pm Saturday (in the current timeline)

Clara and Dimitri conclude their sexual encounter:

Clara was laying limp on her back upon Dimitri's desktop, her lower legs hanging over its side, her heart pounding, her chest rising and falling as she drew and exhaled deep breaths; her body was still trembling from the most incredible orgasm of her life. The man who'd caused her such unimaginable pleasure stood, backed away, and -- surprising her -- said, "Time for you to leave now Clara."

She lifted her head to look Dimitri in the eyes ... only, he'd turned away from her, as if she was no longer in the room.

"I enjoyed our time together," he said. He wasn't impolite or rude, but he most certainly was done with her. "I will be calling on you again, very soon."

Clara pushed up from the desktop and returned to her feet. As she smoothed her dress up and down her front side, she could feel her natural lubricants running down the inside of one thigh. Clara retrieved her panties; they were beyond use after Dimitri had violently ripped them from her.

"I enjoyed our time together, too, Mister Greshenko," Clara said with a meek but sincere tone, correcting, "Dimitri."

She waited for a response but got nothing more than a nod of the man's head. She headed for the door, saying only, "Thank you."

Outside, she paused to consider what had just happened. Dimitri Greshenko -- Bratva boss, Black Heart Strip Club owner, pimp and sex trafficker -- had just licked her pussy to the greatest orgasm Clara had ever enjoyed without demanding that she return the favor. And yesterday, Teddy Franks -- undercover cop and the sweetest, most gentle man who'd ever touched her in all her life -- had given Clara what at that time had been the greatest orgasm of her life.

She was torn by conflicting thoughts about the men. Teddy had asked Clara to keep an eye on Dimitri, to learn something that he could use against the Russian to put him in jail. And yet, Dimitri has done something to her no man -- not even Teddy -- had done, as well as give her $200 cash and tell her that she was his sokrovisce, his treasure.

Clara knew that the right thing to do was help Teddy -- help the police -- take down the Russian mob boss. But at the same time, she was beginning to suspect that being Dimitri Greshenko's girl could be very profitable to her family. I don't need this, she thought to herself. I didn't ask for this..

Clara hurried away, down the hall and stairs, and into the dancers' dressing room. She scrounged up some street-worthy clothes from the communal closet, went to the shower room, cleaned up, and dressed.

And all the time she was doing this, Clara was thinking about what had happened today and last night. 24 hours ago, she was nothing more than a high school senior anxiously awaiting early graduation in January and a start to her continuing education at City College; the single daughter of a hard-working man who was and long had been overwhelmed by demons; a nobody upon whose shoulders nothing of importance rested.

Now, she was essentially undercover, a Confidential Informant for Capital City Police, hiding in plain sight -- typically in very little clothes -- in the business establishment of one of the scariest, most violent criminals in the City. And -- making it even more confusing -- both of those men were Clara's lovers ... or, at the least, men with whom she'd made love ... or had sex. It was all so confusing.

She slipped out the Club's side door and headed for home, wanting a few hours to herself before she had to be back on the stage.

 

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Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):

Abby took her time moving through the yoga routine, saving the cat-cow position for when she thought Adrian was about to explode from anticipation. From the teen's description of the day in which he'd first fantasized about sex with his mother, Abby was pretty sure that that was the pose in which he'd found her.

When Adrian moved to kneel behind her, Abby spoke over her shoulder in a soft, sultry voice, asking, "Are you going to help me with my workout, son?"

She parted her feet a bit farther, then her knees, to give Adrian enough room to move up close behind her. His hands found her hips; his lips found her ass cheeks. Abby purred again, "Oh, my boy ... you know how to send a shiver up mommy's spine."

Adrian pulled Abby's panties down to midthigh and slipped his rock-hard cock forward through her already wet pussy until his groin pressed again her ass, then pulled back again until she could feel his bulbous head at her hole. As he repeated this stroke along her lips and keeping in line with Abby's instructions about their relationship, Adrian moaned, "Oh, Mom .... you're so hot ... I'm sorry, I can't stop myself."

"You know how to make mommy feel good," she purred again, looking back to smile at him.

Adrian returned, "I need you so bad, mom .... so bad."

"You want to exercise more, son?" Abby asked suggestively.

"I gotta fuck you!" Adrian stated firmly.

"Time for momma's boy to become a man," she said, parting her knees a bit farther as, up front, she lowered to her elbows to seek that angle she wanted from his cock.

Adrian didn't hesitate. He pushed forward, meeting resistance for a moment but only because Abby was tensing her vaginal muscles to keep him out. She spoke back to him, "You're going to have to try harder than that, boy."

And he did, pushing hard enough to overcome Abby's closed gate, moaning as his head intruded upon her canal, then another inch, then a second and third and further in one long, slow move until his entire length was buried inside of her. Abby had tensed -- at first to keep him out, then simply because of the invasion of her hole -- and once Adrian was fully inside her, she let out the big breath she'd been holding in a long, loud moan.

"Stay there![/i]" Abby demanded as she twisted and reached back to grasp one of Adrian's ass cheeks in her claws. She looked up to him, smiling, telling him, "Momma wants to feel you deep inside her ... don't move."

After a long moment, she retracted her claws, returned both elbows to the motel room's carpet, and ordered, "Show momma what her little boy can do for her."

 

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Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):

The way she spoke to him only drove him on. Adrian was now lost in the dream as his cock, so hard, say imbedded inside the most sexy woman he had ever seen. Her sultry tones made his skin goose bump as he stayed in place, not moving, letting her feel herself stretched around him. Her sharp nails digging into his ass only made him bite his lip harder, the sting of pain mixed with the pleasure of feeling his dick surrounded by tight, warm wetness that quivered on him.

"Show momma what her little boy can do for her." Abby ordered.

"Yes, mom .... I'll show you." Adrian hissed in reply as his hands gripped her slim hips.

He grinned as slowly, almost teasingly he pulled his cock from her. He really wanted to hammer her into the carpet, but something inside him wanted to tease her too, to make this last longer. He knew he wouldn't last to long inside Abby, her pussy was just such perfection, as if made for his young cock. He left just the tip inside her, waiting a second or two, then slowly pushed deep again, all the way inside till his balls touched her clit. He did this three or four times before he couldn't wait any longer and this time, as he pushed back inside her, he rammed it home hard and begun to fuck her how he had always dreamed of nailing his own mother.

"Take my cock, mom ..." He grunted as his athletic body worked hard.

He was thrusting with strength and power now, his fingertips digging into her hips as his own hips moved like a well oiled machine. Smooth, fast, powerful. All those years of sports at school had worked and trained his body to the peek of teen physical perfection. His abs moved under his smooth skin, the muscles on his arms bulges, his firm ass tightened and relaxed with each thrust. His eyes closed as his expression became one of sheer bliss. Nothing would ever feel this good, he just knew it.

"Oh, God ... you feel so good ..... so good, Mom .... I could fuck you forever."

His hands moved from her hips now, stroking up her back, over her shoulders. They paused there as they used them for leverage, pulling her body back hard on his inward thrusts, then they moved on again. They slipped under her, over her taut, tight flat belly, meeting there before sliding up her body again to cup those firm amazing tits. Feeling the hard nipples on the palms of his hands he squeezed them, then with fingertips rolled the nipples before pinching them.

 

[PennySaver]

The Masque

Saturday, 6pm: A light knock at her door brought Emelia out of an hours-long nap. One of her maids entered, activated the drape motors to pull them from the windows, wandered about the massive bedroom doing god knows what, then returned to Emelia's bed to say in a soft voice, "It's time to get up, Donna. You have a party awaiting you, and being the hostess, you can't be late."

The Masque tonight didn't open its doors until an hour after sunset, so tonight's opening would be 9:30pm. The party Emelia had arranged last year had gone all the way to sunrise, though, she herself had left at 4am with the professional who'd escorted her to it.

"Can you run a hot bath for me, Madeline," Emelia asked as she sat up, stretched, and forced her eyes open, taking in the view of the estate beyond the windows.

"Water's already running, Donna," the woman twice her age informed her. "Your costume is ready, Michel will be here in an hour to do your hair, and Astrid will arrive shortly after that to do your makeup as well."

Once Emelia was up and walking, Madeline informed her, "Philip wished to speak to you at some point about an issue he says cannot wait until tomorrow."

Still a bit foggy, she said, "Send him in now if he's available."

"He is available, Donna ... but..." the woman said tentatively; Emelia was shedding her night gown and undergarments and was soon naked as she approached the tub. She asked pointedly, "But are you?"

Emelia looked to the servant, found her gesturing a hand at her boss's nakedness, and responded with a simple, "Oh." She reached her hand down through the thick layer of bubbles and tested the water, finding it the perfect temperature; the tub was big enough for four people and yet it was already filled, thanks to the very expensive hardware that had come with the installation.

"Give me a moment, then send for him," Emelia said, stepping inside.

"Yes, Donna," Madeline said, turning to go fetch the man who was essentially all the family Emelia had left.

A couple of minutes passed before a more solid knock came to the bedroom door. Emelia called for Philip to enter, which he did, hesitating in the open bathroom door to ask, "Would you prefer I come back later, Donna?"

"You've seen me naked before, Philip," she reminded him, before throwing a handful of bubbles his way harmlessly. "What is this thing that won't wait?"

"Belinda Carmichael," he began, speaking of the Senior Correspondent for Organized Crime for Channel 4 -- which because of Belinda's connection to Detective Marcus Cole and the information he'd given her before and after they'd become lover -- was now the leading news studio in the City. "She has a source who says she can connect you and Marcus ... that she can prove that the Untouchables and the D'Angelo Family are -- and this is the word she used when I spoke to her this morning -- are in cahoots with regards to the changes in the Organized Crime layout of the City."

While Philip was talking, Emelia laid her head back into the pillow suction-cupped to the tub's end. She murmured as much to herself as to her right-hand man, "Fuck." She contemplated a moment, then confessed, "I was expecting this eventually ... I just ... I was hoping it wouldn't come so soon. We're barely getting started."

After another moment of silence, Philip offered, "Do you want me to take care of this, Donna?"

Emelia looked to Philip, saw that he was serious, and laughed. "No. No, Philip. I don't think that's necessary."

She sat up, raising her bubble-concealed breasts above the waterline, turned away from Philip, and asked with a sweet tone, "Will you wash my back for me?"

Philip hesitated, smiling knowingly, then moved a chair to the tub's edge and sat. Emelia handed him a bar of soap, and the man who had introduced Emelia to sex so many years ago gently set to running the bar over her body. As the seconds passed, more and more of the bubbles dripped away from the beauty's flesh until her bosom was on full display. Philip took no actions to get a better view, however, when Emelia half turned to speak further, he got an eyeful of delicious, firm titties before he casually diverted his eyes back to his work.

"I want to speak with her," she said. "Arrange it. Tomorrow sometime. Tell her ... here ... sometime in the afternoon ... after I've recovered from the Masque."

"I'll take care of it," Philip said. His hands had gone down beneath the layer of bubbles and the waterline by now, and he thought he was finished, but Emelia suddenly rose to her knees, her back still to her bodyguard. She peeked back at him, smiling devilishly, telling him playfully, "You've washed it before, big boy."

Philip shook his head, put the bar of soap to Emelia's ass and upper thighs, and mumbled, "Tease."

Emelia giggled, and when he'd finished, she dropped back down into the tub and pulled bubbles to her torso to hide her bosom again. Her playful expression faded, though, as she asked him with a serious tone, "Are we doing the right thing, Philip?"

He studied her a moment, unsure of what answer she wanted to hear. Considering what had happened already and what might happen in the future, Philip gave her the answer he thought she both wanted and needed.

"Your father's dream was for the Family to go straight," he said, speaking of the central point of what they were doing. "You, Donna, are fulfilling that dream. With the help of Detective Cole and his team, you have taken the D'Angelos out of the narcotics business. You have eliminated the D'Amato Family, which was responsible for the death of your father ... the deaths of so many innocents. You have established almost two dozen drug rehabilitation clinics, opening beds for hundreds of people who had never had the chance to get clean before you took action."

Philip's gaze dropped to where one of Emelia's nipples has slipped into view. He smiled, scooped up more bubbles, and hit the firm titty once again. Emelia laughed, reached a wet, soapy hand up to caress his cheek, then offered, "Do you want to join me, Philip?"

He smiled wide, looked to the bare knee that rose slowly out of the water, then said, "I would ... very much."

After a moment of no action on either of their parts, Emelia spoke the obvious: "But you won't."

Philip let that subject go, as she continued, "You have restructured the protection rackets to operate more like ... no, better than standard insurance. You've established job clinics, health clinics, mental clinics in the JP to help our City's most poverty-stricken population. The Jackson Projects Foundation is building houses ... replacing the tenements. Millions of dollars, yours and the government's and other philanthropists ... building better lives for people who have never known anything but crime and violence and drugs."

Emelia smiled at that last comment by Philip. Once upon a time, each of the major Crime Families had had influence in the poverty-stricken, majority-Black Jackson Projects; they'd taken advantage of the street gangs, pitting them against one another as well as having them peddle narcotics in those Families' territories.

Emelia had changed all that, with Marcus Cole's help, of course. The Projects Peace Initiative had brought an end to gang violence. Hundreds of guns had been surrendered in exchange for coupons that could be exchanged for food, clothing, and more in Jackson Projects stores, thereby keeping the money local.

The Watchmen -- a neighborhood watch organization including members of all the JP street gangs -- were now patrolling the streets, keeping people save. Additionally, the Watchmen were working with dozens of locals in cleaning up the parks throughout the Projects; for the first time in decades, children could play in the parks that had previously been drug distribution sites and the locations of far too many deaths from gunfire and overdose.

"Thank you," Emelia told Philip, reached out to grasp his hand. Then, gigging as she did it, she threw another big ball of soap bubbles at him, but being so close to him this time, she didn't miss. "Now, go away ... if you're not going to join me."

Philip stood, wiping the bubbles from his face and tossing them back into the tub. He repeated that he would arrange the meeting with Belinda Carmichael, turned, and headed for the bathroom door. Hesitating and looking back -- looking Emelia up and down from head to toe to head again -- Philip said, "I love you, Donna ... Emelia. I always have. I always will."

She smiled to him, knowing that what he was saying was that he couldn't be her lover again because he had to protect her and didn't think he could if his mind was on the intimate pleasure they could enjoy together. She playfully waved a hand at him, demanding, "Go away." He barely got a step before Emelia hollered, "I love you, too, Philip."

(Part 1 of 2; it was too long for one reply)

 

[PennySaver]

Later:

Emelia spent almost two hours in hair, makeup, and costume, as if some movie starlet getting ready for her Cecil B DeMille closeup. Once ready and now pushing up against the late for your own party deadline about which Madeline had warned, four times, she headed down to one of the Family's stretch limos for the drive to the Majesty Ballroom. The hardest part of the evening, of course, was going to be getting Emelia in and out of the car.

Philip had come along as well, wearing a Phantom of the Opera-like costume and mask. They didn't want Emelia's identity to be easily known, and everyone in the know could easily recognized her bodyguard if he, too, wasn't in costume and mask.

They arrived shortly after 10pm, half an hour late, and found the party already in full swing. Philip checked with the security at the door for an update, finding that more than 300 or the nearly 400 invited guests were already here. They included people from every stripe: politicians, including the State Senator who'd been appointed to fill now-deceased Eric Davis's seat; business figures, including both legitimate and illegitimate names; professional, Olympic, and university level athletes of great renown; and normal everyday folk who Emelia herself invited and -- because of the cost involved -- provided costumes, limos, and more.

And, while it might have seemed illogical considering that Emelia was throwing the party, key figure heads from each of Capital City's Crime Families had been invited as well. She'd had invitations delivered by hand to the heads of the Russian Bratva, the Japanese Yakuza, the primarily Jewish Syndicate, and even the Jackson Projects street gangs who had shown their dedication to cleaning up their streets, their neighborhoods, and their lives.

Of course, security was tight! There were metal detectors, wands, and even a full body scanner Emelia had rented under the table from the Director of the Port of Capital City. (He'd told those who needed to know that the device had been sent out for repairs and was due back in a couple of days.)

Inside the Ballroom, Emelia made her way to an office that was adjacent to the Security Office, for an update on how things were going so far. The man in charge there told her which key guests had arrived and which had sent their apologies for not making it. She asked, "We have a representative from the Governor's Task Force coming ... a Detective Cole. Has he arrived?"

The man checked the laptop on which he kept track of everything important, nodding and reporting, "He just entered."

Emelia smiled to Philip, telling him, "I'll be fine alone." She headed to the foyer, stopping short in a doorway to look for the man. When she found him, mostly because she'd arranged the costume and mask for him through one of the local theatrical costuming companies.

She smiled wide again. He looked so handsome. She tingled, as she often did when thinking of Marcus. She'd wanted to fuck him since their first meeting in that mom'n'pop cafe so many months ago. Emelia considered walking up to him and showing herself off, but instead she stayed back and watched, wondering whether or not he would recognize her in her costume, mask, and platinum blonde wig.

 

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Abby and Adrian at a motel (III timeline):

Adrian slipped his cock slowly in and out of Abby's pussy once, twice, thrice. She looked back over her shoulder, perpetuating the fantasy with, "Stop teasing momma, son. Give her what she needs."

"Take my cock, mom," he said, thrusting with strength and power now.

Abby cried out in a combination of surprise, pleasure, and light pain; even at 44 years of age with a vaginally birthed child to her record, her canal was surprisingly slow to loosen and allow such fierce intrusions. She called back to him, "That's it, baby ... fuck momma like you mean it.

Adrian pounded hard and deep into Abby while also caressing and groping his hands all over her body. She loved the feel of his grasping at her womanly features, reaching up at one point to clasp her hand over his while he was groping a tit, telling him, "Squeeze mama ... squeeze her hard."

"Oh, God ... you feel so good ..... so good, Mom .... I could fuck you forever."

Adrian might have thought that was true, but reality was about to catch up with him. They moaned together at the wondrous feel of him slipping in and out of her, and soon Abby realized that Adrian's orgasm was imminent from the way he moved and the sounds he made.

Suddenly, Abby pushed her ass back at Adrian, then pulled forward, causing him to pop out of her with an almost comical wet sound. She spun around, sitting on her ass before him, pulling him closer, and grasping his wet shaft; she immediately began stroking it hard and fast.

"Feed mama, baby," she said in a lewd tone. She took his cock into her mouth, sucked on it a bit as her hand continued to stroke, then looked up at him again and said, "Mama's hungry."

With that, Abby took Adrian's full length into her mouth and throat, ran her tongue all about the shaft's sensitive underside, then pulled back and then repeated. She did this again and again until Adrian's orgasm was there. Then, sticking out her tongue under his cock's bulbous head and still stroking him hard and fast, she waited for him to flood her tongue with his thick, salty cream.