"Going Straight" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Kitty and Dimitri on the terrace at the Masque -- Saturday night, 10:30pm:

A bolt of fear shot through Kitty when Dimitri grasped her arm violently and pulled her to him, growling, "Never mention my wife again in my presence, do I make myself clear?"

Kitty didn't have to feign fear over what the man was doing. She knew he was a brutal killer; the whole team did and those in the know around the City did as well. She apologized, leading to him releasing her, softening his tone, and complimenting,
"You look far more beautiful tonight than she ever could."

"I've seen pictures of her, Dimitri," Kitty responded, using his given name in the hopes of continuing to get closer to her and furthering her investigation into him. "She's a beautiful..."

Kitty went silent, remembering that Dimitri had just warned her never to speak of Irina in his presence.

"Beauty comes from the inside," he said, shrugging, "and whatever beauty she once had has long vanished."

He spoke about how he'd wanted Kitty to escort him tonight instead of his wife, and about how appearances mattered, even to a man like himself. Then, still very close to Kitty, he leaned in, embraced her, and pressed his mouth to her own. Kitty was surprised, not that he kissed her but that he did so here, where there were so many people, so many eyes.

Still, she parted her lips and let her tongue touch his as he pulled her body up against his. She giggled suddenly, and as their faces pulled apart, the reason became obvious: their masks had gotten hooked on one another during the kiss. She took hers off completely, giving him an unobstructed view of her face as she smiled to him.

"I enjoyed that, Dimitri," Kitty said with a feigned tone of meekness. Then she added, "But I can't be your lover. I won't be your lover. I ... I want to play a bigger part in your business. I want to help you manage the Black Heart. I don't want to spend my best years giving lap dances to strangers."

She looked back toward the hall behind them as if concerned about eavesdroppers, then continued, "I know that you don't know me ... don't or can't trust me with ... with some of what you do. But maybe you could let me do more at the Club. I assure you ... I am capable of much more than simply writhing in a man's lap until he creams his pants."

Then, after leaning in to give Dimitri another long, erotic kiss, Kitty whispered, "And maybe ... after I've shown you what i can do ... and you've shown me appreciation for it ... maybe then I can become your lover."

This was a bold move for Kitty, one she hadn't planned; Marcus would pitch a fit if this got her booted from the Black Heart and from Dimitri Greshenko's employ. But it had felt right when she did it, so ... the worst that could happen was that it failed. Actually, no, that wasn't the worse: the worse was that Dimitri could throw her over the balcony to her death, then return to the ballroom to dance with his wife. Kitty was hoping that wouldn't happen.

 

[PennySaver]

Jennifer Kennedy, Saturday night, in a rough part of town.

Pulling her new ride back until its rear wheel made contact with the curb, Jennifer unbuckled the half-helmet, slung it over one handlebar, and fluffed out her hair, knowing that a dozen or more men smoking and toking outside the Nasty Beaver were watching her with great interest. She ignored them, disembarking from the bike and shaking off the dust she'd intentionally gathered by driving up and down a nearby gravel road for several minutes.

Taking off her leather jacket, she revealed not just the skimpy, strapless bikini top holding her B-cups tightly up and in but the multitude of fake tattoos gracing the small of her back, one entire side, and a large portion of one titty's inner flesh. It had taken one of the City's best tattoo artists more than 30 hours spread over 7 days to get them just right; some of them appeared fresh, some of them a bit older, but all of them looked absolutely real.

The other things that were real were the nipple studs Jennifer had had to get in order to maintain her cover. She'd been more reluctant to get them than the tattoos, and some of those were white supremacist in nature, a philosophy she found absolutely abhorrent.

But her cover had required them. Jennifer had stolen the identity of a known felon named Hannah Hughes after Hannah herself was picked up in Arizona on 32 counts related to gun running and murder. In exchange for leniency on the charges, she'd given the Feds information on the Road Rats, an East Coast outlaw biker gang that was making a move into Capital City.

The Feds, in turn, gave the case over to the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime: the Untouchables. Marcus's team was already building a name for itself, and the FBI and ATF -- which had been working together to catch Hannah Hughes -- were impressed with what they'd accomplished thus far.

There was another reason they wanted the Untouchables' help, though. They needed someone to go undercover with the Road Rats as Hannah Hughes, and Jennifer Kennedy was not only nearly a twin for the woman now being held incommunicado in a Federal prison but had been raised on dirt and street bikes; she knew how to ride, she knew how to talk about bikes, and -- because her favorite uncle had been an outlaw biker before he'd died of a heroin overdose -- she knew the life.

After shaking out her leather jacket and letting the outlaws on the tavern/strip club's front porch get a gander at her tats, Jennifer donned the coat again, turned, and strode purposefully toward the front door. One of the big men rose from the stool on which he'd been sitting to cut her off. He wore a wide smile as he leered at her, saying, "Whoa, whoa, little lady, where are you going in such a--"

That was all the farther he got before Jennifer brought one of her booted feet forcefully high up into his crotch, smashing the top of it against his gonads so hard that his feet left the ground before he simply fell over in a moaning, groaning heap. The other men stood if they were sitting, backed up if they'd been standing, but all without fail stared at her in shock; a couple of them reached for guns hidden -- or not so much so -- in their belts and pockets, but none pulled on Jennifer.

"My name is Hannah Hughes, and Jethro Biggs if expecting me," she informed them. She looked around the crowd, seeing that her name wasn't entirely unknown to them. When no one responded as she needed, Jennifer demanded, "Now!"

 

[Gabe619]

Kitty and Dimitri on the terrace at the Masque -- Saturday night, 10:30pm:
Dimitri chuckled along with Kitty as their masks entwined, he took his off too to fix them as Kitty spoke after the kiss.

"I enjoyed that, Dimitri," Kitty said with a feigned tone of meekness. Then she added, "But I can't be your lover. I won't be your lover. I ... I want to play a bigger part in your business. I want to help you manage the Black Heart. I don't want to spend my best years giving lap dances to strangers."

His fingers paused in fixing the masks as Kitty spoke. His expression didn't change as he looked at her, but his thoughts were going fast. Help manage the Black Heart? That was quite a request from someone who had only been working for him a few short months. Yes, Kitty had already become his top dancer, bringing in a LOT of repeat business on the nights she performed and personally he had already started to feel warmer toward her. But to deny him so boldly? Yes, he did want her as a lover, more than anything, and he had wanted tonight to be their first time together, now she presented him with this ultimatum though? He saw something in her he thought, she reminded him of Irina when they had first met. Irrepressible, sexy, intelligent and the life of a party. He enjoyed being in Kitty's company he realised, but what she asked ...?

"I know that you don't know me ... don't or can't trust me with ... with some of what you do. But maybe you could let me do more at the Club. I assure you ... I am capable of much more than simply writhing in a man's lap until he creams his pants." Kitty leaned in to kiss him again as he held their masks in his hands. "And maybe ... after I've shown you what I can do ... and you've shown me appreciation for it ... maybe then I can become your lover."

An ultimatum indeed. Usually if a girl had been this brash and outspoken to him he would smack her down hard, both physically and mentally, show her where her place was, but he couldn't find it inside him to do that to Kitty. Instead he found himself seeking an answer to her request. His expression became thoughtful as he finally slipped her mask back over her pretty eyes and donned his own.

"Come to my office, Monday, 4pm." He finally stated as he pulled her to him again and kissed her hard before letting her go and walking back into the ballroom to find his wife. He already felt his heart sinking in dread of her barbed response to his absence at her side.

He had a lot to think over. The idea of Kitty helping him in his business actually appealed to him. He hoped she would be more like Irina than even he imagined right now. At the start Irina and he had been an unstoppable duo, in love and business. Her business smarts and his cunning had gone hand in hand to make success after success. These days though as they had drifted apart he found himself not wishing to include her in business anymore, and she seemed to have lost interest anyway. To have someone to once again talk to, depend on, would be wonderful. He had missed the old times and now, perhaps, with Kitty replacing Irina he might be able to taste those times again. The least he could do was give her a try out and if she failed, well, no harm, no foul, she would go back to dancing, and more, or she would be on the street or worse. A smile flickered over his lips as he considered the discussion he would have with the Heart's EC later, he would be pissed that Dimitri was giving some of his responsibility and power to such a new girl, but he would not outwardly argue the point, he was smarter than that. He knew what Dimitri did to those who displeased him. Then, come Monday, he would give that power to Kitty and see what she could do with it.

 

[Gabe619]

Irina Greshenko and Marcus Cole at the Masque -- Saturday night, 10:30pm:
Marcus watched Irina turn and walk away with a sultry smile on her lips, then his eyes flicked to the two bodyguards who were staring daggers at him. Quickly he turned and put distance between them, vanishing into the crowd of dancers. His cock was straining the suit pants he wore and he realised this was the third time a woman had got him hard tonight at this ball. Emelia, Kitty and now Irina ... talk about blue balls!!

"I'm going to leave now. However, if you have an interest in testing out your brave and alive versus stupid and dead policy ... I am meeting people in the lounge of the Foxmonte Hotel ... Tuesday evening ... 9pm. If you have any interest in putting that sword in your pants into my sheath..."

Irina's words echoed in his head. Was this an opportunity, or a trap, or both? Here and now she didn't know she was dancing and groping the man in charge of the task force to bring her and her husband down. The mask and the outfit had hid his identity from her, but on Tuesday he couldn't wear a mask and she would recognise him immediately. So what to do? She had seemed into him and she had made the offer without any enticement from him, if you didn't include the width and breadth of his cock that is. He doubted she would set him up to be gunned down just for asking her to dance, even a Greshenko wouldn't be that spiteful, it would be a waste of effort. So could he turn this to his and the Untouchables advantage? He needed to speak to Emelia, she would have a better take on this. Looking around he finally saw her chatting and laughing with the lady she had left him to go greet, the older hot woman in the revealing costume. He made his way over to them both.

"Ladies." He greeted them both with a smile, his eyes finding the mystery woman's cleavage for a second longer than it should of. "I wonder, may I borrow this beautiful woman for a moment?"

He hadn't wanted to say 'Emelia' out loud in front of this older lady and whomever else might be eavesdropping, so instead he took Emelia's arm in his gently, his eyes now on her cleavage in that red and black ensemble that showed her body off to its best. With a respectful bow to the other lady he turned Emelia and led her off into a corner, making sure Irina couldn't see them from the other side of the hall. Finally out of sight of everyone and hidden behind two stone colonnades, he explained everything that had just happened with Irina and explained how it felt like an opportunity to him, but he needed her insight.

 

[Gabe619]

Jessie King
Saturday night, about 10pm:

The men had fanned out to approach LeRoy and Jessie. Using the shadows two approached fast from behind. Even with Jessie trying to keep him distracted something made James start to turn around just as they got to him and both grabbed an arm, restraining him as the third man, the guy in charge of this little retribution operation stepped from the deeper shadows right in front of the drug dealer. Nikko smiled at LeRoy as he quickly walked toward him and Jessie pulling a silenced pistol from his jacket.

"Donna D'Angelo says 'Hi', LeRoy." The man said with a smile before putting a bullet between the mans eyes.

The two D'Angelo men holding him kept a hold as what brains James had had flew out the back of his skull. Nikko quickly looked around, no one was in sight. He nodded to the two men who dragged the dead body into a nearby deserted construction site. Turning to Jessie, Nikko gave her a nod of respect.

"Nicely done ... do you want to stay for the surgery or sit it out in the car?" He asked.

Emelia and Philip had briefed him in person as to how this message was to be sent. The D'Angelo's had tried to be peaceful, had tried to give the drug dealers and dope fiends a way out without blood shed, but instead LeRoy had trampled on that olive leaf. It couldn't be allowed to spiral back out of control. If others thought they could get away with it they too might try to bring back the drug trade to the area.. Simply killing James wouldn't be enough, no, this time the message would have to be bloody and simple for even the dealers to understand.

By the time there were finished LeRoy James had been strung up on a girder in a crucified posture. His arms were outstretched and tied to the beam. He had been stripped naked and his cock and balls cut off and stuffed in his mouth. Blood ran down his legs and chest dripping to the ground as his body sagged. Carved into his chest was a rough representation of the D'Angelo coat of arms. Everyone needed to know who had done this and why. The 'Who' would be the coat of arms, though it in itself wasn't enough for the cops to come after Emelia. Anyone could of put it there. The 'Why' was the fact it had happened to LeRoy. He had been loud and proud about doing his dirty business here and not giving a shit about the D'Angelo's. His death and the way it had happened would send a very clear signal to anyone else thinking of bring drugs back here or desecrating the clinics.

 

[Gabe619]

Kylie Parker and Devon McCauley
Saturday night, sunset (so, a bit earlier than the above posts)
"Devon McCauley," Kylie said, pulling the lapel of her leather jacket aside to flash her badge. "Kylie Parker ... Narcotics, 9th Precinct." She hesitated to see if he would remember her, particularly her having been here once. As she started his way cautiously slow, getting right to the point: "There is a conspiracy in the works to knock off the Untouchables ... your untouchables ... and I'd like to speak with you about it, if you don't mind."

Devon had planned on an easy night. He had bowed out of going to the strip club with Teddy and the SWAT team, something inside him didn't feel right doing that when he and Jennifer had just started dating seriously. Maybe he would have to sit down with her and find some ground rules, what she was ok with and what she wasn't. As he climbed from his car, one arm cradling a brown bag of groceries, the woman voice out of nowhere had him quickly putting a hand on his gun inside the back of his jeans as he turned toward her. He recognised her straight away, but that hadn't made him feel any less tense. As far as he knew she was a bad cop with a gambling problem and debt over her head not to mention being on the take.

"I don't know what you're on about, Parker. I'm retired, or hadn't you heard?"

His eyes were everywhere, sweeping the parked cars in the suburban street for bodies, looking for pedestrians who shouldn't be there or who lingered. Everything seemed normal, but then it usually did right until you got shot down. He tried to relax, to act nonchalantly as he stood facing her, he even let his hand slip from his gun and drop to his side as if he felt safer seeing who had called out to him.

"Still, you came all this way, least I can do is offer you a beer, so come on inside." He waved her over as he turned his back on her, half expecting a bullet in the back of the head as he walked up the path to the front door, unlocked it and stepped inside.

Even now he wasn't letting his guard down. There could be someone waiting in his house for him and Parker was just a decoy, but his senses told him the place was empty as he walked through to the kitchen and put down the bag on the counter. He moved to the coffee machine and started it going as he put a clean mug under the spout before turning to watch Kylie enter the room. He began putting the groceries away and opened the fridge to put the milk away and grab a cold beer bottle which he threw to her.

"There you go ... now take a seat and tell me what you heard. I might not be part of the superhero team, but I might be able to let them know their in danger if what I hear is worth the effort."

 

[Gabe619]

Sakura plots with Hiro at the Masque -- Saturday night, 10:30pm:

Hiro approached his Master, Yosaro Osaka and bowed.

"I am sorry, Osaka-San, but your daughter, she ..." The young man shrugged, his expression confused.

Yosaro gave him a small smile and patted him on the arm. "It is alright, Hiro, I fear Western culture has turned my daughter against our traditions. I do not blame you."

Hiro retook his place just behind Yosaro's left shoulder, watching Sakura dance. His cock hardened as he watched her glide and float and spin before vanishing into the crowd. Tomorrow night ... she had told him to come to her room. His eyes closed for a moment as he remembered the last time Sakura had invited him there, the time they had spent together on her bed had been ... a dream. She had done things to his body, such things as he had never thought possible, and the pleasure ... he shivered remembering it and smiled. To have that again he would do anything for her. She owned his heart now, he was hers. He felt sadness that he would have to betray his oath of loyalty to Yosaro, the man who had pulled him from the gutter to where he stood now, but Sakura had promised him so much more. To be at her side after her father and brother were dead.

Hiro felt no such sadness at considering Kenji's death. In fact he welcomed it and hoped Sakura would allow him to deliver the killing blow to her brother. Her words of a moment ago came to him again, what he was to say to Yosaro, her father. Were they true? Had Kenji done such things to make his own sister feel creeper out, and if so what things? Hiro knew the heir to the Osaka clan was a deviant, it was not a well kept secret within the Yakuza. Some disliked Kenji for such thoughts and actions, others had become more loyal to him if they too could partake in those deviant ways. No, Kenji deserved death and it could come not a moment to soon on silent wings to take his soul.

 

[PennySaver]

Jessie King and Naomi Wilder;
Saturday night, midnight;
Jackson Projects, then Elmhurst:

Jessie watched in silence as LeRoy's body was strung up and desecrated. She'd seen a lot of violence in her life, but this was horrific. And yet, Jessie watched ever brutal moment of it without blinking.

LeRoy had deserved all that had been done to him. Jessie had had her own plans for him, something equally horrific in her eyes. She'd planned on stringing LeRoy out on his own dope, then depriving him of it, then repeating ... again and again until either his body gave out or she got bored and finally gave him a hotshot.

Her method would have unfolded over days, perhaps weeks. Jessie would have ensured that his cohort knew it was happening through twice or thrice daily text messages from her burner phone, messages that would include video of LeRoy going through the body and mind wracking horrors of withdrawal.

This was better, though. It got the message across sooner. Of course, Jessie would have preferred to pull the trigger herself. She was, after all, being trained to do Emelia's wet work. The Donna had needed someone for this work who looked differently than her regular people: older male Italian types. Jessie King most definitely looked different.

But this had been Emelia's call, and Jessie trusted the Donna explicitly. Even more, she believed in what Emelia was doing.

When the D'Angelo men were finished using their knives on LeRoy, they and Jessie returned to Elmhurst. Emelia and Philip were still at the Masque, apparently. Jessie headed upstairs for a hot bath and a badly needed sleep. As she passed the door of young Naomi Wilder's bedroom, Jessie knocked softly, waited, heard no response, knocked again, then entered.

The room was dark, illuminated only by the light spilling into it through the open bathroom door. Jessie headed for it, then froze at the sign of the younger teen, laying in pinkish water, her slit right wrist hanging over the side, still dripping droplets of blood onto the tile.

Jessie was shocked at the girl's suicide, as would be Emelia when she learned of it. They'd both thought Naomi was getting beyond the horror of what three members of the 44s street gang had done to her on the roof of Building 9 in the Jackson Projects the night the Untouchables went looking for Narcotics Chief Slattery.

Emelia had become almost a mother to the girl, getting her a psychologist, a tutor, and even a yogi, for both the purposes of mental and physical exercise. Unlike Jessie, Emelia took no efforts to turn the girl into any sort of weapon or operative for the D'Angelo Family. She had been innocent before the rape, and Emelia wasn't going to corrupt that lost existence.

It would be days before Jessie, Emelia, and Philip learned the full truth of what had happened to Naomi. Using an unassigned burner phone she'd snatched from a desk drawer somewhere in the house, Naomi had been conversing with a girlfriend back in the Jackson Projects. She'd told the friend about her rape and subsequent rescue, without naming Emelia or the D'Angelos, thankfully.

Naomi had asked the friend to keep her story secret, but hell, girls and secrets, really? The story quickly reached the 44s, who wanted revenge for their members' murders that night atop Building 9. Naomi called her friend again, only to have the call answered by the leader of the 44s. He told her she had a choice: return to the JP, specifically to him; or they would gangrape one young teenaged girl every day until she did.

She didn't initially believe them. Then, she began getting daily Facetime calls of them raping girls, calls that were recorded and posted online. The rapes and the recordings of them became headline news and viral internet sensations. The rapists were hooded, so a week of rapes went by without any arrests; and there was never mention of why they were happening, so no one at CCPD or Elmhurst made a connection to Naomi.

Naomi begged them to stop. Instead, the leader of the 44s gave her another option: record herself committing suicide. And she did. Naomi set the phone up on a towel shelf, put it on record, slit her wrists, and drifted off in the tub full of cold water.

Ironically, it wouldn't be the phone that eventually alerted Jessie and Emelia to the truth; when a crew came in to rip apart and renovate the bathroom, the phone would get dropped into a box. By then, the two women would figure it all out and, some time later, would discover the phone and find the video.

But that wouldn't happen for a while. Tonight, Jessie only knew that the little girl she pulled out of the tub and held in her arms while she sobbed had been robbed of a potentially wonderful life. She didn't know it yet, but Jessie was soon going to become a one-woman wrecking crew in the JP.

 

[PennySaver]

Kylie Parker and Devon McCauley
Saturday night

"I don't know what you're on about, Parker," Devon responded when Kylie accused him of being an Untouchable. "I'm retired, or hadn't you heard?"

She didn't believe that for a moment. She was a good detective, even if she was bent. But she didn't respond one way or the other. He invited her inside, and she followed; his hesitance was obvious, and Kylie wondered -- rightfully so -- whether he found her a potential danger to him.

He tossed her beer and offered to hear what she had to say.

"I've been playing cards with some of the guys from across the Department," she began. She popped open the beer and continued, "Harry Evans, from Organized Crime ... he puts the game on at his place. Sometimes he seats a table of 6 to 8; sometimes two tables of 6 or more. It changes.

"The one thing that doesn't change," she continued, "are the names of the guys still there late into the evening."

Kylie named six men, including their ranks and current assignments, which included Narcotics, Intelligence, Homicide, and the Office of Professional Responsibility, aka Internal Affairs. She could tell by Devon's reaction that he knew most if not all of these men by name and reputation.

"These men are as bent as they come," she went on. She chuckled, adding, "I'm kinda surprised they considered me dirty enough to partake of their conspiracy. I guess my reputation is worse than I thought it was.

"Anyway ... the gist," she said, sipping at her beer again. "I know you've gone to a lot of effort to hide the identities of your team's members, but somehow Evans has gotten them. You, Cole, Parker, Zhang, Yarrow, Mephisto." Her face filled with a curious expression. "What kind of name it that ... first, last? Or is it one of those Cher or Iman things?

She didn't mention Abby Riland or Kristine Wright, the newest Untouchables, leaving a question as to how recent the information was. Kylie continued adding names, though: "They know that Senior Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli is your Prosecutors Department go-to, and that she's got an assistant, a twink named Gale Harmon."

Kylie instantly felt ridiculous for using the derogatory term and wished she hadn't said it. She wasn't gay or bi or even bi-curious; she liked cock, very much so. She didn't understand men who preferred putting their penis inside a man's ass rather than woman's pussy. But hey, as long as they weren't trying to put it in her ass, what did she care?

"You're all on their list," she continued, clarifying, "their hit list. They're getting paid to go after you. This isn't just something they're doing 'cause they're bored. Someone's behind this. I don't know who."

 

[PennySaver]

Belinda Carmichael, Channel 4's Senior Correspondent for Organized Crime
Almost midnight, the Saturday of the Masque

(OOC: Imagine Belinda naked in the pic below. You can do it; I have faith in you.)

Belinda stirred at a sound she didn't immediately identify but would soon realize was her dresser drawers opening and closing, one after another. She rose to a sitting position, the bedding falling away from her upper torso to reveal her breasts, now red in places from where -- by Belinda's request -- her new lover had bit them repeatedly.

Her foray into BDSM with Marcus Cole -- unfortunately yet to be repeated -- had started Belinda down a path that had seen her playing both sides of the sex form. She had caused more than her share of bruises and fingernail scratches and whip marks over the months since she'd tied up the Untouchable to his own bed and spanked him, scratched him, and assaulted his ass with a vibrating dildo.

She herself still had bruises on her ass cheeks from being spanked with a belt a few days earlier. Tonight's bites would certainly become black and blue hickeys by morning, meaning she wouldn't be wearing any revealing tops for a week or more.

For a long moment, Belinda studied the delicious, curvy, and barely-legal form of the woman who was looking through her drawers. Then, asking in a volume that would surely startle her, she inquired, "Whatcha doin'?

Vicki spun away from the dresser in the surprise Belinda had expected, curling her hands behind her to hide what was in them. Her face and even her neck exploded in a deep red as she responded in embarrassment, "Nothing! I mean ... just ... just looking...?"

"Is that a question?" Belinda inquired. "Because if it was, I can tell you that the answer is yes ... you were looking. Question is ... why ... and what for?"

Belinda's recently acquired fame for covering the Untouchables' assault on Organized Crime had had a few negative affects to go along with the positives. One of the positives, obviously, was women like Vicki wanting to get naked with her and do all sorts of lewd things. Men had taken to Belinda in greater numbers as well, of course. But over the last six months or so, the bisexual blonde bombshell had been tending toward her own gender more and more.

One of the negatives of all this attention, though, was actually the very same thing: women like Vicki wanting to get naked with her -- with a celebrity -- before turning around and letting the world know what, or who, they'd just done.

More than half a dozen lovers -- most of them one-night stands -- had made their time with Belinda public. Channel 4's Public Affairs and Human Resources departments were, behind closed doors, calling it a scandal; publicly, neither they nor Belinda herself were allowed to speak about it on advice from the Station's in-house lawyers.

Vicki returned slowly to the end of the bed, responding to Belinda's question with, "No reason ... and nothing. I mean ... I wasn't looking for anything ... just..."

She held her hands out in front of her, revealing the very sexy, very skimpy lacy thong she'd taken from one of the drawers. She tossed it onto the bed, then climbed aboard again, sitting with her haunches on her ankles. She explained with obvious awe, "You're just so beautiful ... and so famous ... and I guess I was just hoping ... I guess I wanted to take something away that would remind me of you later."

Cynically, Belinda asked, "Something to put on the lamp table by your bed to masturbate to later...? Or something to sell to the paparazzi with pictures of you, me, and my panties and the title, My night of lezzie passion with Channel 4 reporter Belinda Carmichael?"

Again, Vicki's face exploded in an embarrassed blush. "I would never do that!"

Belinda felt she might have been a bit too harsh and might have even been wrong, and she was about to apologize with her phone began vibrating upon her own lamp table. She snatched it up and read the incoming text. Without delay and without looking at the other woman, she demanded, "Get dressed and get out. I have to go to work."

"Wait, what?" Vicki asked in shock.

Belinda set her phone aside and slipped out of bed to begin gathering clothes. The other woman continued, "But I thought ... well, you said we'd spend the night together."

"Can't. Gotta work," Belinda said, laying out her chosen wardrobe across the end of the bed. She very nearly told the other woman that a body had been found crucified and castrated down in the Jackson Projects. Instead, she only said, "You need to go home."

Vicki had also hopped to her feet by now, and grabbing Belinda to turn her to face her, then press up against her, she promised, "I wasn't doing anything wrong. I wasn't going to tell anyone about us. I just like you ... and I wanted something to remember you by ... because you won't want to see me again after I leave tonight."

Belinda laughed, asking, "Why would you think that?"

Vicki donned a surprised expression, laughed, and answered, "Because I wasn't any good and didn't know what I was doing."

Now it was Belinda's turn to laugh. "Honey, you were fantastic tonight, first time or not."

"Really?" Vicki asked with a sincere tone.

Belinda took the teen's face in her hands and kissed her softly, then erotically. She told her with an equally sincere tone, "You were great. I mean that." She tried to turn away as she said, "But I have to go--"

But Vicki pulled Belinda to her again, wrapped her arms around her, and repeated the erotic kiss. Then, pushing the older blonde back onto the bed, she knelt down and pushed Belinda's knees apart. Belinda knew she should get out the door and down to the JP; every second was one more in which the competition was getting the story before her.

But seconds later, Vicki's mouth was on her pussy and seconds after that -- using a technique that Belinda herself had taught the first-time lesbian -- the teen was pleasuring the inside front of her canal with a pair of extended and curled fingers. Four, maybe five minutes later, Belinda was again crying out in ecstasy.

Once she'd come down from her cloud, she returned the favor to Vicki, then led the 18-year-old to the shower to clean away the scent of sex. When she finally headed for the apartment door to get to work -- 45 minutes after she should have hit the streets -- she nodded her head toward the thong still laying on the bed. Smiling, she said, "You can keep those if you want ... but you won't need them as a reminder, because we'll be doing this again real soon."

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Ten minutes later, she was parking just beyond the police tape flapping in the wind and hopping out to look for information. Her camera operator, Daisy Belle Connors -- DB Connors to those who wished to keep their front teeth -- had been there almost an hour already, shooting up B-roll for the report the Station would air during the 6 o'clock news. Of course, the online version of the story would be posted as soon as Belinda recorded it.

"Where the fuck have you been?" DB asked with obvious anger. "You missed them taking the body away."

"But you got film?" Belinda asked, an ironic question considering that no one had used film in years. The habit remained, though. DB confirmed that she'd gotten shots of the body still crucified to a steel beam at the construction site now taped off. "Show me."

The camera operator rewound the recording, showing the gruesome scene to Belinda. It was a long shot, over a full block, and the lighting hadn't been the best. But DB had had the camera laying atop the hood of a car at just the perfect time, when a police cruiser's spotlight was aimed directly at LeRoy's corpse. Belinda sighed, saying, "My god ... he's been..."

"Yeah, his junk is missing," DB confirmed the unspoken horror.

"Did they find'em?" Belinda asked, staring at the frozen image.

"Isn't that your job?" DB asked. "I take the pictures, you interview the people, then we go home, 'cause it's cold as fuck out here. Don't care if it's August. My nipples hurt."

Belinda slipped past the police tape and looked for friendly faces amongst the authorities and potentially talkative ones amongst the citizenry. She spent two hours speaking with people, most of it off camera; three times she got shooed back beyond the tape, once being threatened with arrest.

In the end, she got what she needed, prerecorded several cuts and interviews, then headed with DB to a coffee shop to get warm and fed while they waited to do a live report at 6:02am.

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia and Marcus Cole at the Masque -- Saturday night, 10:45pm:

Emelia continued her conversation with Governor Elizabeth Harker -- her identity expertly concealed behind both a mask and a veil -- until the latter turned her attention away from the former and said, "Here comes that handsome devil."

The Donna looked the direction in which Liz was to find the devil she was expecting: Marcus Cole. She laughed softly, responding, "I can only imagine, Governor."

"Can you?" Liz asked. Emelia looked back to the State's Chief Executive, and despite her own mask, her confusion was obvious. Liz was the one to laugh now, clarifying, "Can you only imagine, my dear?"

Again, Emelia laughed. "If you are asking if I have--"

"I am, my dear," Liz cut in.

"No, no, of course not," Emelia responded, trying to hide the disappointment in her tone for not having bedded Marcus yet.

"Because he's a cop...?" Liz asked quietly; she knew full well who the devil approaching them was, courtesy of Emelia's information. She added, "And you're the Donna of an Organized Crime Family?"

Emelia wasn't entirely sure how to answer that question. Although the lead Detective and lead Prosecutor of the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime didn't know this, Liz had long been aware of Emelia's desire to take the D'Angelo Crime Family straight. In face, Liz had known that this had been a dream of Enzo D'Angelo even before his daughter took over control of the Family.

Emelia wouldn't have a chance to answer Liz's question, though, as Marcus arrived and asked, "Ladies, I wonder, may I borrow this beautiful woman for a moment?"

Liz gave Marcus a smile, something he might only barely be able to see, then executed a perfect curtsey as a Lady of the Old Courts might for a Gentleman of the same status. She said only, "You may, sir."

Liz caught how Marcus's head tilted just a bit to give him a better look at Emelia's delicious cleavage. And as the two began their departure, she called out to the man, "Have her home before dawn, or she turns into ... I dunno, something from some fairy tale I would imagine."

She laughed to herself, just as a pair of guests -- friends of hers -- and another couple of whose identity she didn't know stepped up to chat. As she contemplated the idea of a coupling between Marcus and Emelia, then thought of the same between Marcus and herself, she told her friends with humor in her voice, "Cinderella is heading out to the ball when her Fairy Godmother warns, 'Be back before midnight, or I'll turn your pussy into a pumpkin'."

One of her friends laughed and chastised, "Language!"

Liz ignored the woman and continued, "Midnight comes around and no Cinderella. 1am comes around and still no Cinderella. 2am, 3am, 4am all pass: no Cinderella. Finally, the girl comes rolling in at half past 5, looking like a horse rode hard and put away wet. The Fairy Godmother laughs, taunting, 'So, how embarrassed were you when Prince Charming saw your pussy turn into a pumpkin?' Cinderella laughs back, saying, 'Oh, I didn't go the ball with Prince Charming. I went with Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater'."

The four who'd initially been Liz's crowd as well as a half dozen others who'd been eavesdropping erupted in laughter. Realizing she was gaining a crowd but knowing that -- even if some knew who she was -- they couldn't really prove that it was their State's Governor telling the lewd jokes, Liz continued, "The Big Bad Wolf catches up with Little Red Riding Hood and tells her, 'Take off your blouse so I can suck your titties.' Little Red Riding Hood pulls up her dress to flash a lack of panties and retorts, 'Fuck that! Eat me like the Little Golden Books say you did!'."

Another round of laughter drew in more non-dancing dance attendees, with one begging, "Give us another one."

"Mickey and Minnie are in divorce court when the judge says to Mickey, 'You say here that your reason for wanting a divorce is that your wife is crazy.' Mickey counters, "No. What I said is that she's fucking Goofy."

The jokes and laughter continued on for another ten minutes before Liz thanked the others for their appreciation of her inappropriate lewdness and caught an arm to get in her first dance of the evening.

 

[PennySaver]

(Continued from Post #586)

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy, Daniel Ketch, and girls, girls, girls:

Kitty had feared that Dimitri Greshenko was getting close to asking her to get more intimate with the customers, despite her telling him up front that she wasn't going to do anything more sexual that boxer-creaming lap dances. She knew that if she had to, she could always take Teddy back to one of the private rooms to fuck. And if she needed other cover, she cold fake sex with one of the SWAT team members. Kitty wasn't easily embarrassed, so feigning a fuck with one of them wasn't going to be a problem for her.

In the end, of course, her worries had been mute, as Dimitri had taken her to Emelia D'Angelo's Masque instead. She only had a moment alone from the big Russian bodyguard escorting her to the Majestic Ballroom in which to text Teddy, and all she'd been able to say is You are on your own tonight.

Of course, if Kitty had known about Clara and what the nearly 19-year-old had done with and to her 20-year-old boyfriend, the 23-year-old Kitty might have told the man that she had the Black Heart handled on her own. Kitty wasn't the jealous type, not really anyway. What Jumpstreet had done with the little skank had been job related. Kitty could understand and excuse that. Hell, at the Masque tonight, she'd rubbed her ass all up and down Marcus Cole's groin and then gone out into the dark and made kissy face with the head of the Russian mob. Okay, so, not the same thing.

Still, the point was that sometimes one had to set aside personal feelings to get the job done. If Teddy had to have a girl sit in his lap and grind, grind, grind until he mussed up his tightie whities, so what? If he had to actually put his cock inside another woman ... again ... so what ... right? Right?

Of course, Kitty didn't know about any of this -- yet -- so these considerations weren't on her mind -- yet.

"You're gonna love this girl," Teddy told his sidekicks as they took their seats in a large group booth. He stressed, "She is gorgeous."

Soon, the DJ announced Clara and her song partner, Bridgette; they emerged from the curtains at the same end of the stage at the same time, but Bridgette's dance routine took her almost immediately down to the other end of the runway, thus given the entire audience a nearby sexy girl to ogle and tip.

As the two of them danced, they would near each other in the middle of the stage, taking a moment for a bit of erotic entanglement before once again heading in opposite directions.

They mounted the stage to what had become a strip club classic, George Michael's I want your sex. Clara and Bridgette came out as all exotic dancers did, wearing multiple layers of mostly sheer, mostly scanty items of clothing that could and would be shed one after another. They would each end up in a thong or pair of skimpy panties, into which the touchy-feely-type customers liked to slip their paperback tips.

As she began her dance, Clara looked to each and every man she neared, smiling flirtatiously, sometimes even blowing them a kiss. She wriggled about erotically, sometimes bending over at the waist to flash her spandex-wrapped pussy at the customers, sometimes performing splits, sometimes -- when really close to the stage's edge -- crouching directly before the leering men to give them an opportunity to stuff money in the bands wrapped around her hips or into the tops of her nearly-knee high boots.

Clara knew where Teddy was sitting, of course, and occasionally she glanced his way, making eye contact with him. But she knew she had to show attention to all of the men along her side of the stage. By the time she got near enough to turn her full attention on him, she was burning up with an anxious lust for him. If she didn't think she'd get fired for it, then probably jailed, Clara would have come off the stage, dropped her thong, pulled down his pants, and fucked him right then and there.

The crescent-moon shaped booth at which Teddy and the other cops sat had a small circular stage in the middle of it with a pole. Between the main stage and the pole stage was a narrow walkway, which Clara danced down to get closer to her lover. Reaching the pole, she went into a routine that Bridgette herself had spent the morning teaching her.

By this time, Clara was down to nothing but her thong; it was filled with fives, tens, twenties, and even a pair of fifties, adding up to almost $300. She liked having the money, of course. The only drawback was that after she finished her dance, she had to go back and socialize with each of the men who'd tipped her. Clara would have preferred to go straight from backstage to Teddy's lap.

At least here on the pole stage, she could direct her full attention to him. Her eyes barely left him except for when her spins or forward hip bends put her ass to him rather than her face. She was obviously enjoying herself, and Teddy seemed to be doing the same, too. Clara's dancing style got raunchier here, with her almost making love to the pole at times while smiling devilishly directly at Teddy.

Unfortunately, the song changed, signaling the need for her to make her way back to the main stage and down what had previously been Bridgette's side of it. Clara puffed out her lower lip to Teddy, then blew him a kiss. To Brittany Spear's Til The World Ends, she headed away from him, finishing her dance at the far end of the stage just as the DJ announced the next pair of dancers and their song.

Clara hurried to the dressing room, cleaned herself up, checked her makeup and perfume, donned some layers -- while keeping a sufficient level of flesh visible -- and returned to the main hall to visit the men who'd tipped her. She traded greetings with each of them, sometimes caressing a finger along their chin or neckline or what-not; the men who'd given her the larger denomination bills got a little more attention.

The men weren't supposed to touch her, of course, but -- like most dancers -- she allowed a small amount of caressing, so long as hands stayed away from her crevices, front and back. Her Entertainment Coordinator inconspicuously reminded her which of the two men had given her $50 bills. She sat in each of those men's laps for a minute or so, chatting and laughing with them before giving each a thank you and a kiss on the cheek.

Eventually, thankfully, Clara finally reached Teddy's booth. Regardless of whether he tipped her or not, his lap was getting a visit from her. She threw her arms around his neck, asking, "Did you like it...? Did you?" Looking to the pole, she explained, "Bridgette taught me her routine. I added a little extra sexiness to it for you."

She looked to the others, asking, "Who are your friends, Mister Franks?"

Clara listened to the introductions, greeting each of them with a smile and an extended hand. She caught her EC looking at her from the shadows. She kissed Teddy's cheek and, reluctantly, rose. "So, I'm supposed to mill about ... unless..."

Teddy knew what Clara meant. If he wanted her to remain with him for a while, he had options: buy her a standard drink ($20) to keep her around for five minutes or a top shelf drink ($40) to keep her around for 15 minutes; buy a lap dance ($100); or invite her to a private room for services that ranged from a private full-nudity dance ($150), a full-nudity lap dance ($250); a blow job (also $400); intercourse ($600); or even anal intercourse ($800).

The prices were high, obviously. But this was the Black Heart's Black Card Club where you found quality and memories, not the Red Light district where you found gonorrhea and muggings.

There were also some options for additional charges, including dances and sex from multiple girls, watching girls have sex with one another, and spanking. Not all of the girls partook of these extras, just as some of the girls didn't perform sexual services at all.

Just about the time Clara was letting Teddy decide what he wanted to do with her, a whole swarm of girls began arriving to see what sort of generosity might come their way. Clara pulled each girl in closer to the booth as she introduced them, "This is my song partner who you saw on stage with me, Bridgette. This is Carmen ... and Mary ... Anya. Here's Brittanee and Jackee and Kee."

 

[Gabe619]

Kylie Parker and Devon McCauley
Saturday night

McCauley leaned against his kitchen cabinets sipping his beer as he listened to Parker talk. His face didn't change expression as the shit hit the fan, he was always good at hiding his feelings, but this ... this was bad, real bad. As she finished speaking he stared at her for a while then walked to the sink and looked out over the back yard that not so long ago had rang with laughter and a good time as he had BBQ the meat for his party. Now he didn't see the scenery, his mind was analysing everything Parker had said.

First, he had to fight down the feeling of cold dread that they had all the names of his team, including Jennifer's. But they didn't have Abby or Kristine which was interesting. Whomever was behind this had to be someone close to them simply because anyone not in the inner circle didn't know shit. A cyber threat was out if you believed Mephisto was as good as he said he was and so far the kid had come up trumps in everything he did. So, not cyber, which left a human factor. Someone, somewhere was leaking. The question was were they ones instigating this vendetta again the Untouchables, or were they just the mole sending out intel on them. The fact they hadn't known about Abby and Kristine meant they couldn't be into the day to day stuff. But where was the leak coming from? One of the Untouchables themselves? No, no way! Devon had always prided himself on being a good judge of character and he would and had put his life in the hands of everyone of the team since he joined. No, he trusted them all implicitly, even more so when you considered they had passed Marcus's stringent requirements too.

Harry Evans had been Cole's boss before Marcus got put in charge of the Untouchables and Cole had told Devon all about him. Cole had known he was dirty, but had never had anything to stick on him. Now Kylie was giving them supporting proof, assuming they could trust Parker and she wasn't in on it. If she was then maybe she was here to stir the pot and let whomever was pulling her leash see what rose to the top. But the names ... he couldn't get past the fact Parker knew the names of the team. She wasn't digging for intel, she already had everything pretty much. So why was she here warning McCauley? Bad cop trying to go good? Wouldn't be the first time that had happened. Maybe she wanted something for the warning, but she had already told him everything, she had nothing left to sell so that made no sense. Well, one way to find out he supposed.

"Why are you telling me all of this, Parker?" He asked turning back to face her. "What's your play here?"

The fact all the names she had given him of dirty cops was pretty much the who's who of the top brass in CCPD with a few minor exceptions. He had known the rot went deep, one reason he had joined the Untouchables in the first place, but this bad?! And how would they come at the team? How much did they know other than names? Did they know about the Hanson Building HQ? Did they know about Emelia? Parker hadn't mentioned her, so maybe not, or maybe the D'Angelo's weren't on the hit list which left a big question mark over them as to whether the leak came from that direction. Maybe the leak came from Laura Shovelli's department, again it wouldn't be the first time a DA had a leak, a lot of people handled the papers in that office. One wrong word overheard, one letter in the wrong hand, one email sent to the wrong person by accident. Parker hadn't mentioned the Governor either, though perhaps Harker was a little to powerful to knock off.

 

[Gabe619]

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy, Daniel Ketch, and girls, girls, girls:

As Clara danced, then moved down to their table to dance more, all the gang had eyes on her, but it was obvious she only had eyes for one of them, Teddy, who was grinning up at her and even blew her a kiss as she danced off to do the other side of the catwalk. Daniel smirked and chuckled as he looked along the line of SWAT officers who all seemed happy with the show so far, Holly was even dancing in her seat to the George Michael song, but Greg, the self imposed ladies man seemed irritiated.

"I put $20 dollar in her thong and I didn't even get a smile?!" He lamented.

The entire team laughed and made fun of him for that until Ketch spoke up.

"Seems you just haven't got what it takes to make a girl happy Greg, not like our boy Teddy here." He slapped the young man on the shoulder as Yarrow blushed. "Was that a $50 bill you tucked in her boot?"

"It's not like that, really guys." He said trying to down play the way he and Clara had been looking at each other while blushing hard. "I'm just playing a part remember, undercover?"

Just then Clara appeared still in her knee high boots and few added layers but still showing everything worth seeing as she crawled onto Teddy's lap, slipped her arms around his neck and asked him if he enjoyed the dance she had done especially for him. The other tried not to laugh out loud as this seemed to prove Ketch's comment. Greg looked even more depressed even though she had shaken his hand and smiled it was obvious she just had eyes for Teddy, though Holly did give her a very close look over and smile which made Clara blush a little.

"I loved it, baby. You are an artist, you dance like an angel." Teddy stated all smiles as he placed his hand on her hips.

It was obvious he meant every word as he looked down into her cleavage right before him and then back to her beautiful face and glowing eyes.

"Bridgette must be an excellent teacher, or you an excellent student." He continued the praise as a group of other girls appeared at their booth. As Clara introduced them all, Greg grabbed Bridgette and pulled her down to his lap, getting a yelp of surprise from the girl who looked like she should still be in grade 10 or 11 at high school.

"Easy with the goods, honey." Bridgette reprimanded him, but playfully as she stroked his cheeks.

"He doesn't have a clue how to handle a girl." Holly, sat next to Greg, offered up with a smirk.

"I bet you do though don't you?" Bridgette said huskily slipping from Greg's lap into Holly's and curling an arm around her neck.

Greg, now having been beaten out twice, to hot girls, once by Teddy and now by Holly looked so forlorn the other took pity on him and didn't give him a hard time about his empty lap, though they would later.

"Ladies," Teddy stated, his eyes fixed to Clara's, "Please give my friends anything they like tonight, it's on me ... and I mean anything."

With that he stood, taking Clara's hand and kissing her lightly on the cheek led her away toward the VIP suites, as he passed the EC he stopped and gave the man his credit card, then glanced back at the SWAT team and the girls.

"Whatever happens over there, give them VIP treatment, ok? Put it on my card." With a smile and a pat on the shoulder of the EC Teddy led Clara into a private VIP room.

Once inside he swept her into his arms and kissed her hard as his hands stroked her almost bare back before slipped to her tight little ass.

"You were amazing out there, I can't take my eyes off of you. You are so sexy and hot, and so fucking beautiful." He whispered as their lips finally parted. "I need you right now, I've been thinking about you all the time since we last met."

He was playing it up a little, for the role of course, but it wasn't far from the truth. He loved Kitty, was IN love with her, but he couldn't deny the effect Clara had had on him when they fucked that night.

 

[PennySaver]

Kylie Parker and Devon McCauley
Saturday night

"Why are you telling me all of this, Parker?" Devon asked. "What's your play here?"

Kylie had expected this question, of course. She considered her words carefully; she'd told Devon several names, but there was one she was keeping to herself, Emelia D'Angelo. The Donna had originally recruited Kylie to pass on the Pier 4 drug shipment information to the Untouchables, the bust that had made Marcus's team famous (Post #133). More recently, Kylie had used her feminine wiles to capture Giovanni D'Amato, which -- of course -- had eventually led to the man's execution at Emelia's own hands (Post #336).

"Someone did something ... kind for me recently," Kylie said, her explanation a perfect example of vagueness. She didn't think Devon needed to know that Emmy D had paid off her gambling markers, giving her a new start. "I like what your people are doing ... these Untouchables of yours and Marcus's. I..."

She hesitated a moment, again looking for the right words. "I'd hate to see you all get wiped out one night." She shrugged. "It's that simple. You don't have to believe me. You don't have to trust me. I'd like it if you did. But I understand if you don't."

Kylie drained the rest of her beer, set the empty aside, and prepared to depart. If Devon had nothing more to learn from her, she would tell him good luck and leave...

 

[PennySaver]

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy, Daniel Ketch, and girls, girls, girls:

"I loved it, baby," Teddy told Clara about her striptease when she dropped playfully into his lap. "You are an artist. You dance like an angel."

There was an exchange between one of Daniel Ketch's men and Bridgette, which -- ironically -- concluded with the stripper moving to sit in the female SWAT member's lap instead. Clara giggled about it, keeping her face away from Greg as to not embarrass him.

"Ladies, please give my friends anything they like tonight," Teddy told the girls. "It's on me ... and I mean anything."

The dancers -- Carmen, Mary, Anya, Brittanee, Jackee, and Kee -- didn't need to be told that twice and immediately found seats ... in the laps of the cops -- Greg, Steve, Miguel and Henry -- sitting from one end of the crescent-shaped booth to the other. There were more girls than cops, obviously, which resulted in two of the dancers taking the steps up to the mini-stage and performing around the pole. They would descend to join the group if asked, of course, knowing that there was more money in a nearer proximity to the patrons.

Teddy led Clara to a private room, swept her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately. His hands on her ass felt as wonderful as his lips on hers.

"I need you right now," he told her as they dropped onto the couch. "I've been thinking about you all the time since we last met."

"I need you, too," Clara purred as she wrapped her arms around Teddy's neck, engaging him in a second passionate kiss. "I've missed you."

She manipulated her body about to straddle Teddy's lap. She wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt, then unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. Slipping out of her lover's lap to her knees between his, Clara grasped Teddy's pants and underwear together and pulled them down. His shoes were an impediment, of course, so they came off, too, followed by the rest.

Teddy's cock popped out like a Jack-in-the-box, making Clara smile, then giggle. She took hold of him, looking into his eyes as she asked with a bit of timidity, "Will you teach me how to perform ... orally, I mean?"

 

[PennySaver]

The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

"He doesn't have a clue how to handle a girl," Holly Briggs said about the way Greg got a bit rough pulling Bridgette into his lap.

The dancer wriggled out of the male cop's lap and dropped into Holly's, smiling to her and asking with a seductive tone, "I bet you do, though, don't you?"

All of the Black Heart's dancers were required to service female customers with lap dances if asked to do so. Some of the girls did it reluctantly while others were more than willing to partake. Bridgette was one of the latter. She preferred women over men in all things erotic and sexual. In fact, her first exotic dancing gig had been at a women's only club.

Unfortunately, the place was raided by CCPD's Vice Squad, and during the roundup and ID checks, it was revealed that Bridgette hadn't even turned 17 yet. She lost her job, obviously, and -- because she was a Straight A student at West Ridge High School, had a perfect attendance record, and already had colleges looking at her for their basketball programs -- impressed the judge enough to get a suspended three-year sentence.

One stipulation of the sentence was that she stayed out of exotic dance clubs until her 21st birthday, despite the fact that the age limit for such work was 18. Bridgette promised the judge that she'd obey the terms. However, on the night of her 18th birthday, she was taking her clothes off, twirling about a pole, and sucking cock and pussy in the private rooms of the Black Heart.

Dimitri Greshenko had arranged faked papers for her, showing her having a different name and an age of 21. CCPD's Vice Squad sometimes wandered through the club, checking out it and its dancers. But because Dimitri paid Vice off with cash and blowjobs, no one ever got questioned, let alone arrested.

Bridgette leaned in close to Holly, asking, "Would you like to go to a room for a private dance...?"

As she was saying it, she let a hand slip down between her body and Holly's, under the hem of the cop's skirt, and up to her panties. She gently caressed a finger over the warm spot she found there, adding, "...I mean ... if you like girls ... like I do."

 

[Gabe619]

Kylie Parker and Devon McCauley
Saturday night
"I'd hate to see you all get wiped out one night." She shrugged. "It's that simple. You don't have to believe me. You don't have to trust me. I'd like it if you did. But I understand if you don't." Kylie stated putting her empty bottle down.

Devon twirled his bottle around and around in his hand as he looked at her, thinking. He had known more than a few bent cops in his time, some did it because they needed the money for real world reasons, a college fund for their kids future, to keep a roof over their families head, for medical bills, etc, etc. Others just wanted the cash to spend on luxuries. A nice car, drink, drugs, women, vacations, that list ran on and on too. The fact that Parker was known as a bent cop and owned up to it was a point in her favor he decided. He could also not see any reason other than the one she had given him to be here tonight telling him the plan of her poker buddies. She must have known that if she was setting up one of, if not the, most talented and skilful law enforcement teams in the State that she would die right alongside them. His eyes trailed over her almost without him realising it. She was also a beautiful woman, if a little world weary right now, and he had always had a weakness for such girls. He put his own beer down having finally made a decision.

"Come with me, I have someone you need to meet."

He led her back out to the front drive and his truck. "Leave your car here, you can pick it up later." McCauley said as he gestured for her to get in the passenger seat while he jumped into the drivers.

He backed out of the drive and started off into town. He took a circuitous route, constantly checking his mirrors for anyone following them and he was sure Parker would recognise what he did, he also figured she would know why he was being careful. As he drove he put in a phone call making sure his Bluetooth was in his ear so Kylie didn't hear what the other person said.

"It's McCauley .... I have someone you need to meet, right now ..... yes, I know where you are and what you're doing but this is important otherwise I wouldn't be calling .... ok, be there in about twenty minutes. I'll park out back and out of sight."

He turned off the phone and glanced at Parker. "What you told me is to important to let wait, so I'm taking you to meet the boss. If he believes you we might find a use for you, if you're willing to play along. But be warned, we will be doing our own checks on you. Your known as a bent cop, but I get the feeling you want to change that around. I mean if you didn't you would of just let us die and taken up with the new power in town, right?" He gave her a longer appraising look. "Don't make me regret siding with you, Parker."

Twenty minutes later he pulled his truck into an empty lot around the back of the hall housing the Masque. The music playing could be heard quietly through the open windows and doors, but no one else was in sight. Devon turned the lights off and the engine and sat looking out the windscreen. Five minutes later a figure appeared at Kylie's passenger window as silent as a ghost.

"Why is she here?" Marcus asked, still in his costume, absent the mask now.

McCauley got out of the truck and walked around, opening Kylie's door and letting her out so all three stood together.

"You need to hear what she has to say. It's important ... and then we need to warn the others." Devon looked at Parker and nodded to Marcus Cole. "Tell him what you told me and if you left anything out now's the time to say."

 

[Gabe619]

The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:
Bridgette leaned in close to Holly, asking, "Would you like to go to a room for a private dance...?"

As she was saying it, she let a hand slip down between her body and Holly's, under the hem of the cop's skirt, and up to her panties. She gently caressed a finger over the warm spot she found there, adding, "...I mean ... if you like girls ... like I do."

Holly had quietly accepted the young girl onto her lap and winked at Greg who sat despondent as Teddy took Clara away. His despondency quickly evaporated though as Anya sat astride him on the circular couch all smiles. Holly's hands had gone to the girls trim waist as she admired the young pretty face before her and stiffened slightly, biting her lip as Bridgette's fingers explored her. Her smile quickly returned as she nuzzled the girls neck softly, kissing it and then her earlobe.

"A private dance sounds like just what I need right now." Holly replied.

She had dressed in her usual clubbing gear, figuring it would work just as good for The Black Heart as it would any other club in town. A tight, black, leather mini skirt slit up one side to the waist, black knee high stiletto boots, a tight, white blouse half unbuttoned showing her cleavage held in place by a white lace bra. Matching white lace thong under the skirt completed the ensemble. It had never failed to get her laid before and it seemed tonight would be no exception to that rule as she slipped Bridgette off her lap and stood beside her.

"Lead the way, sexy." She stated as she cupped the girls ass and squeezed.

 

[Gabe619]

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy
Clara's need to have him only stoked Teddy's arousal, not that it needed any. She quickly, and seemingly expertly rid him of his clothing till he sat before her naked and very, very hard. She had yet to remove any of what clothing she had on, but that didn't matter to Teddy. She was amazing in and out of clothes he had decided as she slipped to her knees between his legs and slipped her warm, smooth fingers around his thick, hard cock.

"Will you teach me how to perform ... orally, I mean?" Clara asked almost timidly looking up at him.

He nodded, gulping in a dry throat. His recent sexual adventures had hardly made him a guru on everything sexy, but he knew what he liked, and had seen a lot of porn. he figured between those two he should be able to show Clara some things. He reached down to stroke her soft hair as he smiled at her.

"Why don't you start by just licking my cock, from balls to tip. Don't rush, take your time, explore at your own pace. Consider me a teaching tool tonight." He smiled and chuckled. "We can do whatever you want, try whatever you want. We have all the time in the world."

And strictly speaking they did. Oh, he knew they would be watched again, but he doubted with as much scrutiny as the last time. He had thrown around enough money since he started coming here to grease the wheels as it were. And he was spending even more tonight what with his guests being entertained in the club and what he would be doing with Clara. The only reason anyone would watch them would be out of a sense of voyeurism and he felt a tingle of excitement thinking that someone would be watching them have sex. Yet another new facet of his sexuality he was discovering.

 

[PennySaver]

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy

As Teddy explained to her how to begin performing oral sex on him, Clara felt a chill run up her spine, resulting in an explosion of goosebumps over her arms and legs. She, like he, had seen her share of online pornography, so she knew a little bit about what men liked. She used one hand to grasp and stroke his shaft while the other fondled his balls.

She moved into place, lowered her head to Teddy's groin, and began licking and sucking. She took her time, as he'd suggested. Her gaze shifted again and again from his cock to his eyes, watching for his reaction to specific things her tongue, lips, and fingers were doing.

Clara smiled with delight at Teddy's reaction. She found certain things he obviously enjoyed, and returning to these acts very quickly became somewhat of a game. Several minutes had passed before Clara rose to height on her knees, leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, then whispered, "Do you want to cum in my mouth? I mean ... guys like that ... right?"

 

[PennySaver]

The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

"A private dance sounds like just what I need right now," Holly replied to Bridgette's offer to go to a private room. "Lead the way, sexy."

The dancer did as requested, taking the cop's hand and heading toward the club's back hall. She closed the door behind them, guided Holly to the bench seat, then backed to the control panel near the door. She tapped the screen knowledgably, muting the main room's music and started theme song from Moulin Rouge.

Looking back to Holly, Bridgette began moving to the music. Her efforts for this one female were more erotic and energetic than they'd been for the group out in the main room; she smiled with obvious delight at being here. She didn't act as though it was just her job but instead put on a performance she hoped Holly would find as being something far more personal.

And, of course, as the song and dance went on, the clothes came off until Bridgette's all-natural tits were on display for the SWAT member. The dance had closed the distance between the two of them until, finally, the stripper leaned forward to place a hand on the top of the bench seat, her bosom right there for Holly's appreciation, both visually and -- if she chose -- physically. Bridgette's second hand reached out to cup the back of Holly's neck, urging her forward if she wished a taste.

 

[Gabe619]

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy
In no time at all teddy was quivering, shuddering and moaning as he sat there, eyes closed sometimes, others looking down into Clara's eyes as she delivered such exquisite pleasure to his cock. Rippled of joy travelled up his body making him pant softly as he stroked her hair. If this was truly her first time trying oral then she was a natural.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth? I mean ... guys like that ... right?" Clara asked looking up at him, her hand gripping the base of his cock and slowly jerking.

His mind was a foggy mass of sexual tension and excitement, but even through that the question cut like a knife. This was her first time, obviously her first time considering letting a guy shoot in her mouth, or so he assumed from her question. He licked his lips. What if she hated it? That would spoil the entire moment, but then the image of her swallowing his cum, seeing her lick her lips, those gorgeous eyes shining. His cock throbbed in her hand as if trying to give her the answer as its owner was tongue-tied.

"Yes, yes we do ... I mean I do ... but you don't have to, Clara. If you don't want to do it please don't, not everyone likes the taste, I don't want to ruin this for you, for the both of us." His fingertips stroked her cheek softly, lovingly.

 

[Gabe619]

The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

The dance was amazing and Holly was all smiles as Bridgette swayed and arched her body through erotic and arousing movements. Holly's eyes were taking it all in as if she were a starving girl in front of a table full of food. Bridgette reminded her of a girl she had known in High School. The girl had been so pretty, just like Bridgette, and yet had moved in a different social circle than Holly had. But that hadn't stopped Holly imagining the two of them in sexy situations together. Now it was if that same girl was here for her again, only this time it wasn't in her imagination, she could reach out and touch her and as Bridgette lowered her firm breasts towards Holly's face, her fingers cradling the back of the SWAT officers head, that was exactly what she did

With a needy moan, Holly leaned an inch in and licked over Bridgette's hard nipple, then fastened her lips to it as she sucked on it like a starving child. Her hands rose, one to cup the dancers other breasts, caressing, squeezing, pinching, the other slid to Bridgette's hip feeling her smooth, soft skin. The taste of her skin was incredible, like strawberries, and Holly quickly moved her talented mouth over to the other breast giving it the same treatment as she had the first. Finally she moved her head back, her lips puffy now from the activity as she looked up into the dancers eyes like a hunter sensing its prey. With a growl Holly slipped her hand around the back of Bridgette's neck and pulled her down into a deep tongue kissing tongue attack as she pulled the rest of the girls clothing off her body, needing to see everything.

"I want you ..." Holly moaned loudly in a husky lustful voice. "I want all of you!"

 

[PennySaver]

The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy

"Yes, yes we do ... I mean I do..." Teddy answered when Clara asked if guys -- if he -- liked to cum in a girl's mouth. "But you don't have to, Clara."

Her expression probably showed her confusion. Porn told women that all men liked to ejaculate into a woman's mouth and that all women liked it ... right?

"If you don't want to do it, please don't," he continued. "Not everyone likes the taste. I don't want to ruin this for you, for the both of us."

Clara was inexperienced, of course; she'd only ever had sex with three guys now, a former boyfriend, Teddy, and Dimitri Greshenko, who ironically had sucked her pussy, driving her to the most intense orgasm of her life before sending her away without returning the pleasure. Still, she wasn't naive; she'd heard her friends talk about the nastiness of cum's taste, the thick, gooey, salty taste that you didn't experience until it was on the back of your tongue, after it was too late to spit it out.

"I want to do this," she told Teddy with a sincere tone. Using his own words, Clara corrected, "For both of us."

She lowered her head to his groin again, taking his cock into her mouth. This time, instead of playing her lips, tongue, and fingers upon his shaft, she took half of his length into her mouth, stopping only when she felt a bit of discomfort in her throat. She'd never done this, not really anyway. She'd taken her first and only boyfriend's cock into her mouth twice during their time together but had never gotten very far along because the impatient bastard was always in a hurry to ram deep into her pussy and ejaculate.

Clara pulled her mouth back, sucked on Teddy's swollen head, flicking its opening with her tongue, then lowered her face toward his lap again. This time, moving slowly, she took in another inch or so, again ceasing forward movement at the inking of a gag. She paused there, letting the fingers of one hand toy with Teddy's balls while the fingers of the other grasped the base of his shaft.

She peeked upward to find her lover's face, desperate to see the pleasure that his sounds were telling Clara he was having. Again, she pulled back, suckled, and lowered ... and again she took a little bit more or the young man's length; Teddy's head was at the back of her mouth, resting upon the base of the tongue curled about his cock's sensitive underside.

Clara had feared embarrassing herself by gagging, maybe even throwing up -- That happened, didn't it? she'd often wondered when she thought about fellatio. And yet, after pulling back again to suck on Teddy's bulb again, she slowly lowered her head down ... and down ... and down ... feeling his cock slide entirely over her tongue to her throat as her lips were tickled by the curly little pubes at the base of his shaft.

She probably looked pretty calm to Teddy as she once again hesitated where she was. Inside, though, Clara's mind was screaming Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm doing it! I'm ... what's it called...? Deep throating him! Fuck almighty, I'm deep throating his entire cock!

Clara thought she felt a gag coming and pulled back, but recovering she sucked on his head another moment as her hand stroked up and down his length, then once again took the whole of him into her mouth and throat. Over the next couple of minutes, Clara found her groove: she deepthroated Teddy's length a little faster, a little faster, a little faster. She was so excited about what she was doing that the thought of Teddy cumming in her mouth had totally escaped her thoughts...

...until he did!