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The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

Bridgette drew a deep, excited breath at the feel of Holly taking one of her nipples into her warm, wet lips. It had been too long since she'd been with another woman; stripping and performing lap dances for the Black Heart's male clients had diminished her sex drive, so much so that she couldn't even remember the last time that she'd enjoyed the touch of another person, male or female.

Holly pulled the younger woman down to her for a deeply passionate kiss, telling her, "I want you ... I want all of you!"

Bridgette didn't need any more encouragement than that. She slipped to her knees, reached up under Holly's skirt, took hold of her panties, and pulled them off her hips and down her thighs. She smiled as she lifted them to her nose, drawing a deep breath. It was meant to appear erotic, but in truth, Bridgette wanted to know whether the cop's pussy smelled clean and fresh before she made a decision to go down on her.

The answer to that question was answer by the stripper pushing Holly's thighs open and her head in between them, finding the other woman's pussy and going quickly to work with eager lips and tongue.
 
The Masque -- Emelia, Philip, and Marcus:

One of Emelia's men providing security approached Philip, offering out a small tablet. Emelia's bodyguard tapped the screen, studied the scene unfolding live in the alley for a moment, then headed off to locate his boss.

Finding her chatting with some guests but not knowing whether or not they knew her identity, Philip simply stepped into her field of vision and, when she looked to him, waggled the tablet to her.

"Please excuse me," Emelia apologized to the guests before moving to a location where she and Philip had a touch of privacy. "What is it?"

Philip showed her the tablet, informing her, "This is live ... in the alley behind the building."

Emelia studied the image a moment, then -- in almost a whisper -- asked with obvious surprise, "Is that Detective Parker?"

"Yes, Donna," he answered.

Emelia studied the interaction between Kylie and the two Untouchables. "We don't have sound?"

"No, Donna," Phillip answered. "The exterior cameras--"

"No, no," she interrupted. "I understand." A moment later she asked, "Do we have anyone within earshot?"

Philip shook his head. "And no chance of it without being seen. Sorry, Donna."

Emelia contemplated the implications of Kylie and Marcus being in contact with one another, particularly on the night of her Masque. Although she tried, she couldn't find anything good in this unexpected situation.

"Forget about it," she told Philip. "I'm sure it's nothing." But after a moment's thinking, she instructed, "Put security on their toes, just in case. And ... why don't you stick closer to me ... just in case."
 
The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

"Mmmmm, fuck, thats a good girl." Holly hissed in pleasure, pushing her hips forward into Bridgette's sweet young looking face.

She ran her fingers through the girls hair, stroking it, cupping her head, pulling it down harder, legs spread wide, her toned thighs smooth and supple as Bridgette stroked them before slipping her hand under Holly to grab her ass. Holly's hips started to gyrate on the couch as she moaned and gasped. It had been so long since she had a chance of such a sexy young girl and she was half reliving the fantasy of her childhood school acquaintance and Bridgette's skilful tongue and lips.

"God your tongue .... fuck baby .... yeah .... get it in deep ... you're gonna make me ..."

But Holly didn't get to finish as Bridgette doubled down on her efforts hearing how close Holly was and soon the room was filled with the SWAT womans loud squeals of orgasmic pleasure as she bucked on the dancers tongue and lips, squirting a little into her mouth. Slowly she started to come down from the high as Bridgette softly licked, nibbled, sucked tenderly until finally she giggled and moved up to kiss Holly on the other lips. Holly smiled and kissed her back, tasting her own juices.

"Your turn." She whispered, quickly ripping what was left of Bridgette's clothes off of her until the girl was naked, Holly stood, stripping too till her trim, toned smooth body was on show to Bridgette who looked her over eagerly. "Lay down honey." Holly directed, then one Bridgette had obey smiled and clambered aboard till her face was between the dancers thighs.

Holly smiled, Bridgette's pussy was as pretty as her face, she lowered her lips to kiss it, lick it softly, then began to suck on the engorged clit that started to appear. Behind her she felt Bridgette's hands on her firm ass, pulling her down and a second later the dancers lips were back to work on Holly's own pussy again.
 
The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy
He was helpless. Clara oral talents had made Teddy surrender completely to her ministrations as he lay back, legs spread, eyes closed, breathing heavy as she masterfully sucked on his cock. He had been concerned that she would hate doing this, dislike the taste of his pre-cum perhaps, not enjoy the feeling of his thick cock deep in her mouth, but Clara had overcome all of those obstacles in her own time as he simply let her get on with it.

His fingers curled into fists every now and then, his sleek trim physique shuddering at times, hips bucking, back arching as she went deeper and deeper. Teddy's expression was one of pure bliss, occasionally changed into sharp pangs of pleasure as Clara touched a certain way. Up till now he had only Kitty and Laura to go on when it came to sexual talent, but Clara would give either of those more experienced women a run for their money when it came to sucking cock, and she was just a novice it seemed.

As she slowly, but seemingly expertly sucked his cock into her throat the feeling was perfection for the young man. Tight, wet, warm, slick, bending his dick a little but even that felt incredible as it put pressure on the smooth mushroom head of his cock.

"OMG .... you're .... mmmmmmmmmmmm .... oh Clara ..." He hissed, his voice a low growl of lustful need, but he knew he couldn't stand this much longer.

His fingers now curled into a tight grip on the edge of the cushions as he pushed up as she sucked down, his cock balls deep in her mouth, his pre-cum leaking like a faucet as he gritted his teeth, trying to stop the impending orgasm that refused to listen to him.

"I'm going to .... your gonna make me ... AAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh!!"

His cock jumped in her mouth and fingers as it erupted in shot after shot of cum. Thick, creamy and he hoped tasty as Teddy's mind emptied of thought giving itself over to a huge orgasm.
 
The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

Bridgette peeked up past the cop's flat belly and generous bosom to watch her explode in orgasm; she continued to work Holly's pussy, paying particular attention to her swollen clit, wanting the euphoria to last as long as possible. Only after she knew that the woman was descending from her peak of pleasure did the dancer slow the work of her tongue on the sensitive little button of flesh.

"Your turn," Holly said, once she was able to form words again. She stripped Bridgette of her last items of clothing, telling her "Lay down honey."

Bridgette hesitated, not because she didn't want the other woman to pleasure her in return. She reminded Holly, "I'm supposed to ... you know ... do you."

She hated reminding Holly that she was working, that this had all started between them as Bridgette's job ... that she was a whore and was on the clock. Whether Holly was thinking of that or not, Bridgette wouldn't immediately know. Instead of taking a position on her knees as Bridgette had to please her, Holly instead deftly moved atop the dancer in a 69 position; together, the women attacked each other's pussy, which not only pleased Bridgette but stayed in line with her job.

"Oh ... God...!" the stripper moaned between licks at Holly's clit and dripping lips. "You're amazing!"

Bridgette was speaking of what the cop was doing with her mouth, though, she could have also been speaking about the taste of Holly as she continued to leak onto her tongue and lips. She lapped hungrily at the SWAT member between breaths that were deepening at the pleasure Holly was causing her.

Soon, though, Bridgette was forced to abandon her pleasuring of Holly as the latter was quickly driving her toward orgasm. Her soft moans became soft cries, which got louder and higher pitched, until finally -- after she drew and held a deep breath in anticipation -- Holly screamed out in ecstasy; as her body trembled from skull to toes, her moderately long nails dug into Holly's ass cheeks.

Just as with Holly, it had been a long time since a woman had caused Bridgette such incredible pleasure. Because of this, her orgasm was longer and more intense; her mind swam in the euphoria for what seemed forever...
 
The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy

"I'm going to .... your gonna make me ... AAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh!!"

Clara might have been inexperienced at sucking cock, but she knew when a man was going to cum. She pulled back from him slowly, replacing her mouth with her tightly grasping hand just as Teddy's cock leapt, then again, then a third time. She pulled back even farther, keeping only his bulbous head in her warm, wet lips as her hand stroked hard and fast up his wet shaft.

The taste of his cum flooded the back of Clara's mouth. She hadn't known what to expect, of course; her previous attempts at fellatio hadn't resulted in the dispensing of cum and she'd never partaken of it during a pearl necklace or other such flesh splashing act.

It was an ... interesting taste, like nothing she'd ever had in her mouth. She swallowed the first volleys almost immediately, but -- wanting to experience it fully -- let the rest of Teddy's cum flood her tongue. It was ... salty ... a bit bitter ... yet, also sweet. Later, she would think to herself that it had seemed sort of metallic, like touching your tongue to a battery terminal.

Clara swallowed again, then pulled back to look at the end of Teddy's cock. It continued to pulse wads of his jizz out onto her thumb where it gripped under his head. She smiled, looking up at Teddy; his eyes were closed, but when he finally opened them, she giggled and licked up what remained of his seed. There was enough to form a small pool on her tongue. Remembering something she'd seen in online porn, she stuck her tongue out to let him see the thick, off-white goo, then pulled her tongue back in and swallowed it.

Again, Clara giggled, then went to work licking Teddy's still-quivering cock clean.
 
The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

Holly kept on working Bridgette over with her tongue and lips, sucking the juices from her swollen pussy as she teased the equally swollen clit. The sharp stabbing pain of the girls nails into Holly's firm ass only made the SWAT woman more horny and she started into her own orgasm almost as Bridgette was panting through hers. It took both women a while to come down, but finally Holly slid off of Bridgette's naked body and stood up on shaky legs to look down at the girl with a big smile on her lips.

"We have got to do that again some time ... and more." Holly winked as she reached for a drink and downed it in one to sooth her dry throat. "And don't worry about me giving you a little fun too, I'm sure Teddy will pay enough for all of us tonight to keep your boss happy even if we just sat in here and read poetry to each other."

She slapped Bridgette's thigh making the girl swing her legs to the floor so Holly could sit down next to her. She slipped an arm around the girls shoulders as she looked into her eyes, a soft smile still on her lips as she stroked Bridgette's hair softly.

"You are so gorgeous, you remind me of a girl I knew in High School .... it's uncanny. I guess I kinda lived out a dream here tonight ... but don't worry, it was you that drove me over the edge, not a memory of her." She ran her fingernails softly over Bridgette's cheek, one following on along the line of her jaw and finally over her soft lips still glistening with Holly's juices.

"I wish we could spend time outside of this place ... but I know that's not allowed." Holly shrugged sadly. "Still, you were incredible and I will be back, believe it." Then she leaned in and kissed the dancer on the lips, starting softly, like a lover, before her passion got control of her and her tongue flickered its way into Bridgette's mouth.
 
The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy
He watched her stick her tongue out with a smile, seeing her cum laden tongue. Laden with his cum, then she swallowed it and he felt a shiver of pleasure rush through him just seeing it, especially when she gave that girlish giggle of hers he found so damn cute. He gasped sharply as her tongue began to clean his swollen cock head, the feeling intense, his cock a little tender, but under her ministrations it didn't go soft, staying hard in her hand, leaking cum for a little as she teased the last drops from him.

"That was ... that was .... I can't ..." He laughed at his inability to find the words, a little light headed. He reached down to cup her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. "You are so amazing, Clara. Worth any amount of money I could pay for you."

He frowned a little hearing those words. They didn't sit right with him, making it sound like Clara was a slave or something and even though she was a prostitute, having sex for money, somehow he didn't want that to be all there was between them. He didn't want to be just a client, he wanted to be her friend.

"I wish we could do that without money being in the way." He finally whispered down to her, his expression one of caring and yes, still, a little lust for her.

But what man wouldn't look at her with lust seeing her kneel there between their legs looking up at them with this beautiful eyes of hers. His cock throbbed in her fingers and he laughed.

"I think he isn't ready to say goodbye just yet."

Teddy reached down and pulled Clara to her feet as he too stood. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist as he kissed her lovingly, softly, his hard cock rubbing over her flat belly and pussy as he was a little taller than her. He suddenly picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all and turned, placing her on the couch where he had just been sitting as if she was the most delicate of flowers, then he knelt and pushed her toned legs open. He was mirroring what was happening in Holly's room if he had known, mirroring what Dimitri Greshenko had done to her not to long ago too. Though that would not have sat well with him either if he had known. He caressed her thighs as he looked up at her.

"I know I am paying for you to pleasure me, but I want to do this for you .... please let me?"

Before she could answer he leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue over her engorged clit, flicking it once, twice, three times, and then taking a long lick savouring her taste as his hands continued to caress her legs, thighs and ass. He looked up into her face again, his boyish smile in full effect, before he dipped back down with a moan if desire and need and began to eat her out like his life depended on it. His hard cock pulsed and swung between his legs as his tongue assaulted her clit and pussy, digging in deep, then deeper as if needing to gather all of her juice and taste, desperate to have her all.
 
The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

"You are so gorgeous," Holly told the dancer. "You remind me of a girl I knew in High School..."

As the SWAT member went on, Bridgette thought about her comment and smiled nervously. The legal age for stripping in Capital City was 21; Bridgette had only recently turned 18. Many of the young women working the Black Heart were college students; Bridgette was still a senior in high school.

"I wish we could spend time outside of this place," Holly said, "but I know that's not allowed."

Bridgette was conflicted as to how she wanted to respond to that. She, too, wanted to spent time with Holly, in a bed, away from cameras and microphones, making love without oversight.

At the same time, though, this was how Bridgette earned her living. She danced, she sucked cock, and she kicked pussies. She has rent, utilities, a car payment, liability insurance, groceries, and eight credit cards.

Still, maybe there was a way to partake of both. She had plenty of regulars already: maybe she and Holly could continue on elsewhere without Greshenko knowing.

They kissed and held each other, caressing and groping each other's curvy body. Bridgette loved the feel of Holly's body, and despite fearing that it might end them, she had to tell the truth.

"I need you to know why I work here," she whispered close to Holly's ear. "It's important to me ... if we are going to be ... involved."

She put her mouth to Holly's neck and continued touching the woman's hips, breasts, and buttocks for the cameras, thinking that Dmitri or one of the Entertainment Coordinators might be in the office watching.

"My father abandoned us, and my mother can't work ... crippled by a car wreck," Bridgette began. "I'm the oldest ... and Burger King wasn't going to keep us in our house ... not at minimum wage. The P.E. teacher at my school ... Conklin High School..."

Bridgette pulled back to see Holly's reaction to the revelation that she was so young, then returned to kissing her neck as she continued, "She was the Dance Team Coordinator, too. She knew I could dance, and she'd seen me naked ... showers, in the locker room. She told me she knew how I could make a lot of money, and one night after school brought me here ... to see how much money the girls made in tips alone. Jesus, I'd never seen so much money in my life.

"She introduced me to Dmitri Greshenko," Bridgette continued, her hands still roaming over the cop's delicious body. "He was nice ... not like I would have expected. He gave me $200 just for coming to look. Still, I didn't think I wanted to do this.

"But I really needed the money, so ... one night ... I danced ... just once I told them," she said. Pulling her head back to look into Holly's face, Bridgette revealed the tears forming in her eyes. "But they'd filmed me ... and while I sitting in fucking Algebra II, I got a text message with an attachment. It was a video of me on stage. The message said, You start at 8pm Friday or this goes viral."

A tear ran down Bridgette's cheek before she returned to kissing Holly's neck, trying to hide her emotions from the cameras. "I went to my teacher for help, and all she said was 'Don't be late. They don't like it when you're late'."

Again, Bridgette pulled back to look into Holly's eyes. She kissed her on the cheek, trying to make it look sincere and erotic but failing as the slight trembling in her lips spread to the cop's lips as well. She continued in a whisper barely loud enough for Holly to hear, "And it's not just me. There're other girls ... some younger than me ... 17 ... even 16. My teacher recruits them and Dimitri puts them to work ... dancing, hooking ... even stealing."

The irony of Bridgette's explanation of the criminal activity that had brought her to the Black Heart was obvious: she didn't know that Holly was a cop! She only wanted to explain her situation to the woman with whom she'd had such an enjoyable, euphoric evening.
 
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The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy

"That was ... that was .... I can't ..."

Clara's lips spread at Teddy's inability to describe what she'd done to him. She was just as surprised as he was, to be honest. Her first real attempt at sucking a cock had taught her that she could deep throat...? Really? She'd never heard of that, from her friends or the internet or anywhere.

"You are so amazing, Clara," Teddy continued. "Worth any amount of money I could pay for you."

While his smile faded to a concerned frown, Clara's lips only widened more. She'd never had anything in her life that made her proud. Okay, so, deepthroating might not have been winning an Academy Award or Olympic Medal. But still, how many women -- or men, for that matter -- could do it with the innate skill Clara had shown?

Just as Holly was saying to Bridgette in another nearby private room, Teddy told Clara, "I wish we could do that without money being in the way."

Unlike Bridgette with Holly, Clara didn't begin an explanation of what had brought her to the Black Heart. She could have told him about her father's gambling debt and her attempt to pay it off by dancing, sucking, and fucking. But Clara was torn. Teddy had confessed to her that he was a cop trying to bust Dimitri Greshenko, right after giving her the greatest-to-that-point orgasm of her life via intercourse.

And then, the very next day, Dimitri Greshenko had promised her a prosperous career, right before giving her the now-greatest-to-that-point orgasm or her life through oral sex. Dimitri was a criminal, a thug, and he deserved to go to prison for the rest of his life, something Clara hoped would be agonizing and short.

And yet, she knew that his getting put away would mean the end of the flow of cash she was earning. Yeah, yeah, she was making all that money as a prostitute, and that certainly wasn't something she'd ever claimed wanting to be when she grew up. Still, she needed the money, so ... what was she supposed to do?

"I think he isn't ready to say goodbye just yet," Teddy said about his still-hard cock. He took hold of Clara and moved her to the couch, telling her in preparation for what he was intending, "I know I am paying for you to pleasure me, but I want to do this for you .... please let me?"

Clara smiled wide, parted her thighs, and clarified playfully, "You're paying me to do whatever you want me to do ... so..."

Teddy went to work on her pussy with his lips, tongue, and fingers, causing Clara to moan in growing pleasure. She found herself involuntarily comparing Teddy and Dimitri's styles. Teddy was good, and Clara found herself writhing about on the bench seat, her moans moving slowly toward soft cries of delight.

But honestly, Dimitri had been better. Experience, Clara would think to herself later. Teddy was young, though, Clara had no idea that he was only 21. Dimitri had most certainly sucked his first pussy before Teddy's father had ever put his cock inside one.

Clara was very much enjoying Teddy's tongue, but she was anxious to achieve orgasm. Remembering what he'd done to her with his cock days earlier, she wriggled his head out from between her thighs and slid off the bench into his lap. She reached for his erection, demanding, "Fuck me."

She put him at her dripping wet hole and maneuvered to get him inside her. She wasted no time in ramming her groin forward and back, driving Teddy in and out of her. Grasping his face in her hands, Clara kissed him passionately, moaning her appreciation for the feel of him between kisses.

She was already primed, so it wasn't long before Clara's head fell back, and she cried out in ecstasy. Once again, Teddy had totally rocked her world with his cock, finding her G-spot and stimulating it until the euphoria had taken control of her.

Clara pulled Teddy to her, holding him tightly to her naked torso until the trembling faded, her heartbeat slowed, and her breathing returned to something near normal. She whispered close to Teddy's ear, "I should be paying you, Mister Franks."

After they disengaged, Clara went to the attached bathroom to clean up, then returned wearing one of the sexy, sheer robes that were hung in the room for the girls. She returned and studied Teddy as she contemplated where their relationship was going: was she going to help the police officer take down her boss or protect her boss to keep the money rolling in?

Maybe there was a way to do both. She moved to Teddy, leaned in to kiss him erotically, then put her mouth near her lover/client's ear and whispered, "I have something to tell you about Mister Greshenko ... but ... I can't tell you here. Can we meet tomorrow ... maybe for coffee ... somewhere far away from here?"
 
The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:
"I need you to know why I work here, it's important to me ... if we are going to be ... involved." Bridgette whispered into Holly's ear as they caressed each other.

Holly smiled at the word 'involved', but then hadn't she just been the one to wonder if they could meet away from the club? Still, she hadn't expected the young dancer to explain why she was hired, but perhaps Bridgette felt she needed to confess her demons to a woman she liked so much. Holly definitely knew she liked Bridgette, her aching body shivering to every touch the girl delivered told her that much, but she wasn't expecting what came next.

"My father abandoned us, and my mother can't work ... crippled by a car wreck," Bridgette began. "I'm the oldest ... and Burger King wasn't going to keep us in our house ... not at minimum wage. The P.E. teacher at my school ... Conklin High School..."

Now Holly's body went stiff, her eyes opening wider, her lips letting out a gasp of surprise at the revelation. Bridgette was that young?! Holly knew full well from her time as a cop that a lot of girls walking the streets or appearing in porn looked younger than they were. Some just had those magic genes, she had assumed Bridgette was such a one, but now she knew the girl was still in High School. As a police officer she should of been wracked by guilt at what she had just done with Bridgette, she had broken the law and simply not knowing the girls real age wouldn't cut much slack with IA. She was also sure that if the security guys watching them had known she was a cop they would be rubbing their hands with glee right now as they had just been handed perfect blackmail material. But they didn't know, and they weren't going to be blackmailing every person who Bridgette touched or kissed. She calmed her breathing, trying to get back into character for the cctv cameras.

She let a small smile curl her lip as she shook her head in an ironic manner. She remembered her first sexual encounter, curious fondling with a boy she had known who lived next door when she and he had been younger. At the time she had wondered if she was doing something no one else did, the fear of being caught, plus the pleasure the fondling gave her inexperienced body. But after discreet questioning it turned out she was actually behind the curve with her friends. If truth be told she was sure that almost 100% of people in America, hell in the world, had their first sex before they were supposed to. And now here was Bridgette almost in tears confessing her 'sins' to a woman she had only just met.

"She was the Dance Team Coordinator, too." Bridgette continued. "She knew I could dance, and she'd seen me naked ... showers, in the locker room. She told me she knew how I could make a lot of money, and one night after school brought me here ... to see how much money the girls made in tips alone. Jesus, I'd never seen so much money in my life. She introduced me to Dmitri Greshenko," Bridgette continued, her hands still roaming over the cop's delicious body. "He was nice ... not like I would have expected. He gave me $200 just for coming to look. Still, I didn't think I wanted to do this."

Holly started to kiss the girl back softly, trying to help her calm down a little, lightly kissing her neck as she kissed Holly's, her hands now caressing Bridgette as much to console her as to arouse her.

"But I really needed the money, so ... one night ... I danced ... just once I told them," she said. Pulling her head back to look into Holly's face, Bridgette revealed the tears forming in her eyes. "But they'd filmed me ... and while I sitting in fucking Algebra II, I got a text message with an attachment. It was a video of me on stage. The message said, You start at 8pm Friday or this goes viral."

A tear ran down Bridgette's cheek before she returned to kissing Holly's neck, trying to hide her emotions from the cameras. "I went to my teacher for help, and all she said was 'Don't be late. They don't like it when you're late'."

Again, Bridgette pulled back to look into Holly's eyes. She kissed her on the cheek, trying to make it look sincere and erotic but failing as the slight trembling in her lips spread to the cop's lips as well. She continued in a whisper barely loud enough for Holly to hear, "And it's not just me. There're other girls ... some younger than me ... 17 ... even 16. My teacher recruits them and Dimitri puts them to work ... dancing, hooking ... even stealing."

A slow growing burning anger started to form in Holly's gut. This woman, this teacher who had a responsibility to the kids she looked after, a responsibility to keep them safe had betrayed not just Bridgette, but many girls in her care. Holly's eyes narrowed as she thought about finding this PE teacher, getting her alone somewhere, then kicking the shit out of her till she begged for forgiveness ... and then letting all the girls she had betrayed decide if she should be offered any. But she couldn't ... could she? If she acted on this information Greshenko would want to know how the police found out and the first place he would look was the girls the woman had helped blackmail. That meant Bridgette would be grilled and Holly wasn't sure the kid could stand up to it, not if she was crying just confessing to her, and of course she didn't know she was talking to a police officer, so technically Holly couldn't use anything she was told. Conflicted she pulled Bridgette closer and hugged her, stroking her bare back.

"It's ok, baby, it's going to be ok, I promise." She whispered into the girls ear. "I'm not mad at your age, it doesn't make you less gorgeous to me, or sexy for that matter," Though, Holly thought, it really should. She knew she shouldn't be finding this young girl sexually attractive, but she did and she didn't care. "I'm going to take care of you. This is what I want you to do, ok? Listen honey, its important. If you'd like to meet me outside of this place come to City Park tomorrow, say around 1pm? You know where the duck pond is? I'll be sitting on a bench there waiting for you. Now if you decide not to come it's ok too. I hope you will, but this is your choice."

She took the girls face in her hands, using her thumbs to softly stroke the tears away as she gave Bridgette a reassuring smile, then she kissed her lips softly. The repressed passion could still be felt, but Holly held it in check, she figured the girl didn't need that right after what she had told Holly. The kiss lingered then she parted their lips and hugged Bridgette again.

"I guess we should get out of here, they'll wonder where you are." Holly winked and laughed as she reached for her clothing.
 
The Black Heart Club -- Bridgette and Holly:

"It's ok, baby," Holly said, using a term of endearment that caused Bridgette to smile through her tears. "It's going to be ok, I promise."

Holly excused the girl's barely legal status, which had worried Bridgette. The stripper didn't know how old her new customer was, but Holly certainly wasn't 18 like she was.

"If you'd like to meet me outside of this place," the elder woman said, "come to City Park tomorrow, say around 1pm?"

Holly gave more details, to which Bridgette excitedly said, "I'll be there ... one o'clock, on the nose. And ... thank you."

"I guess we should get out of here," Holly said. "They'll wonder where you are."

Before she could respond, a knock at the door was followed by Bridgette's Entertainment Coordinator's voice coming from the microphone on his side of the door through the speaker on her side of the barrier: "I don't mean to interrupt, but you're set begins in a few minutes."

"Be right out," Bridgette said, knowing that the mike on this side would pick her response up and transmit it to him. To Holly, she said, "I have to go dance. Will you stay and watch?"

They concluded their farewells and confirmed their plans to meet, after which Bridgette used the employees-only hallway to get to the dressing room. She stripped, quickly showered, decorated key parts of her body with glitter, fixed her braids for that oh-so-young appearance, then dressed in multiple layers of sheer and/or scanty clothes that she would only take off during the six to seven minutes of her two song set.

The DJ announced her, and out she came. She did as was expected, spending a moment before each patron, giving them a close-up ogling of her in exchange for greenbacks, as she made her way down the main stage toward the large group bench seat to which Holly had returned.

That bench seat wasn't as crowded as it had been before, with only Holly and three of the previously seated men still there. Bridgette presumed that the others were in private rooms getting pretty much the same treatment she'd given -- and received -- from their sole female compatriot.

Out on the mini stage just above her, Bridgette put on a pole show that was meant specifically for Holly. She put more emphasis into it than she normally did, wanting her new patron, lover, and/or friend to yearn for her as Bridgette herself yearned for Holly.

With the start of the second song, Bridgette reluctantly left the mini stage and made her way back up the main stage's other side. Again, she bent and dipped and spun, all the time putting a G-string close to the men in the stage-side seating to ease their surrender of money to her.

As her song ended, she looked one last time down the stage to Holly, smiling and even giving a meek wave to her before disappearing through the curtain. She hurried for the dressing room, wanting an end to this evening. But she was intercepted by her EC, who told her, "You have a request."

Bridgette knew what that meant, leading her to softly ask, "Must I? I'm beat."

The man only opened the door that led to the private rooms, telling her, "Number 4."

She hesitated, wondering what would happen if she told the man no. In the end, though, she donned a sexy, sheer robe and made her way down the dark hall to the indicated room. She entered, wearing a smile, which faded quickly when she found three men in Navy uniforms waiting for her.

When she left almost an hour later, Bridgette was sobbing. The men hadn't been gentle with her, with each of them putting their cocks into each of her three holes at one point or another. At one point, they'd performed what they called a Circle William.

Bridgette had heard the naval term before, from a girlfriend's boyfriend who was himself a sailor. In the navy, it meant the closing of all the holes in a ship's exterior bulkheads to prevent poison gas or radiation from penetrating the ship. In Bridgette's case, it meant simultaneously having a cock in her mouth, pussy, and ass.

To make matters worse, she would find out the next day that the sailors had given her the minimum tip afterward. Such treatment only made her want to be with Holly more and to somehow get out of this job. But how? There was video of her stripping and -- likely -- of her prostituting herself with both men and women. Who was going to save her from this life?
 
The Black Heart Club -- Saturday Night;
Clara, Teddy
Teddy had managed to redress by the time Clara reappeared in her sheer robe, but he was still flushed and slightly out of breath. He considered that despite always considering himself physically fit, if he was going to be doing much more of this he would have to double his exercise routine ... though wasn't sex supposed to be a great exercise too?

"I have something to tell you about Mister Greshenko ... but ... I can't tell you here. Can we meet tomorrow ... maybe for coffee ... somewhere far away from here?" Clara whispered after giving him an erotic kiss.

Keeping cool, Teddy considered where they could meet. This could be the break they needed to close down The Black Heart and if they were lucky close down the prostitution ring altogether, though perhaps that was aiming a little to high right now. But to make a dent in Greshenko's business of underage girls would make him feel a lot better and he was damn sure he was going to get Clara out of this too. The girl deserved her life back, all the girls forced into this life deserved that, but right now as Teddy held Clara in his arms he was only thinking about her.

"Take the south bound bus on route 106 to Haverville, its about 20 miles from the city limits." Teddy began, remembering the times he had only the bus to get around. He had hardly considered back then when he complained so much about them that the information would come in handy in the future. "Get off at the town library. Across the street is a Starbucks. I'll meet you there at around 2pm tomorrow." He kissed her neck softly as he smiled. "I'll reimburse you the bus fare, don't worry, and I can give you a lift back into the city."

Him bringing her home wouldn't be to risky, but her leaving Capitol City might be noticed by a Greshenko goon keeping tabs on her. Of course they might not be, would they really watch all the girls?! That would be a full time job, but it was better to be careful. This way he could watch the bus arrive and see if anyone seemed overly curious about Clara when she got off. If it was clear he would go into the coffee shop to meet her, if not ... well, he would have to handle that when he got to that bridge. After saying a final goodbye he walked out and back to his friends. The evening finally came to a close as they all exited the club with Teddy making sure everything was paid for on the credit card Mephisto had given him. He blanched at seeing the bill and thought if he was paying for this out of his own money it would be nearly a quarter of his yearly salary gone.
 
Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

Marcus leant against the kitchen counter watching the Untouchables and one SADA Laura Shovelli arrive at the Batcave as the HQ had been affectionately named. All of them needed coffee before they got started, not surprising as some had been up late last night, particularly Teddy, Kitty and Daniel Ketch. With everyone finally settled on couches, armchairs or leaning on walls, Marcus pushed himself up and walked to the front of the room.

"I know its early, and I know its a weekend, but this needed to be said fast and to you all." He glanced at Devon who gave him a nod and a knowing look. "Last night Devon came into some intel that effects us all. His informant was brought to me and I listened to what they had to say and found it solid enough that I called this meeting."

He paused, he didn't want to name Kylie just yet, there was no real need anyway. If he thought it was solid then his team would just have to accept that.

"We all knew when we got into this that we would be rattling some very big cages. Cages that held very dangerous animals. I told you all that if you signed up your lives could be in danger. Well, it seems that between our arrest record, and Laura's successful prosecutions, those caged animals have decided to fight back." Marcus took a second to meet everyone's gaze to judge how they were taking it. So far he seemed to have all their attention. "I have been told on good authority that certain police officers of several departments, including Internal Affairs, have been given a green light to take us out ... and when I say take us out I don't mean to dinner and a dance." The attempt at levity was probably misplaced, but he had tried at least. "This is not just aimed at the Untouchables, they are also going after Laura, and possibly others. For now the only names I know of are people in this room." Now he looked at Abby and Kristine. "Everyone accept you two though. It seems their intel is not up to date, which could give us an ace up our sleeves if they think you are still just beat cops." He hadn't heard Daniels name in the list either, but then that was hardly surprising. Ketch had been standing on the podium with Marcus in front of those reporters the day he had made his speech. It was obvious to all that Dan's SWAT unit was working with Cole.

He reached for his mug of coffee and sipped at it as he got his thoughts in order and let what he had said sink in.

"I'm sure you all have questions, good ones too, but right now what I told you is all I know. I have a few names for the cops gunning for us, but you can bet there are others. So what do we do? Firstly, from this point on you all stay here. No going home. If they know your names then they know your addresses and that will be the first place they go looking for you. As of now I believe our HQ here is unknown to them, we have all done a good job keeping it secret. So now it becomes your home away from home until this is dealt with.

"Second, we need to find the leak. Someone, somewhere has been giving our enemies intel on us, and it has to be someone pretty high up, or with access to information only accessible by certain people. The only people who know who we are in detail are Laura, Governor Harker, Emelia and of course all of us. As far as your official records are concerned you're all on other assignments that will bear up under any scrutiny, or so I am told." Cole now glanced at Mephisto who had been responsible for those fake records. Usually he would expect the hacker to give a glib reply, but this morning he got no reaction at all, which kind of worried Marcus. "Which means that someone who knows those records are false gave us all up. I don't even know who is behind giving the orders to these bent cops, it could be one person or many. I am sure all the still existing crime families in Capitol City would like us gone so perhaps they found some common ground in that. I need you all to think back over the last few weeks and months. Did you tell someone you trusted something you shouldn't of? Can you think of something that I am missing?"

He raised his hands in a 'give me what you've got' kind of gesture.

"Questions? Ideas? Suggestions? I want to hear whatever you might have even if you think its not relevant. Right now anything could be relevant."
 
Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

"I know its early, and I know it's a weekend," Marcus began the discussion, "but this needed to be said fast and to you all."

Kitty and Jennifer looked to and studied the other a moment, then laughed. They were each suffering hangovers for their own individual reasons.

Kitty had been at Emelia D'Angelo's Masque until almost 3am, spending time off and on with Dimitri Greshenko. He'd wanted to fuck her, then and there, but she'd made it clear to him that he'd get more from her in the end if instead of putting his cock in her pussy he put his faith in her business sense instead.

After Dimitri's wife told him it was time to go home, Kitty hit a series of after-hours bars and dance clubs. Again, she had men wanting to part her thighs. She might have considered doing so with a couple of them if it hadn't been for Teddy. They were a couple. She wasn't going to cheat on him unless it was necessary to maintain a cover or advance a mission. She was sure that he was thinking the same way ... wasn't he?

Kitty had stumbled into the Batcave just before 6am, unsurprised to find Mephisto sitting at his computers. She murmured to him the same threat she'd made once before -- wake me and die! -- before stripping to her underwear and crawling into bed.

Jennifer's night couldn't have been anymore different than her friend's. She'd been tasked with infiltrating the Road Rats Motorcycle Club in an effort to uncover information about their drug operations. When the D'Angelos abandoned narcotics, the MC had decided to fill the void with their chief product, crack cocaine. They had already begun distribution on a small scale. Marcus wanted them shut down before they could get any bigger.

She'd spent the night at a bar they'd bought with drug money, playing pool, throwing darts, and -- of course -- drinking. Jennifer, despite her relatively smaller size compared to some of the bikers, had outdrunk all of them. One by one, they'd either passed out at tables or the counter or slipped off with their Ol' Ladies or Sweet Butts to the adjacent motel, which they also controlled.

Once the coast was clear, Jennifer slipped into the tavern's office to look through the MC President's papers. She didn't find much that seemed incriminating but took dozens of pictures with her cell phone's camera anyway; perhaps once Mephisto downloaded and printed them -- particularly the invoices from companies that weren't exactly tavern-related -- the team might be able to find something of use.

Jennifer had one more task for the Untouchables' hacker as well: breaking into either or both the President's laptop and wall safe. She didn't think she could do it herself, which meant bringing the hacker to the tavern with her. That was not probably something to which Mephisto was going to willingly agree. But, she'd figure it out.

Marcus began describing the new danger the team was facing. Kitty, Jennifer, and Laura looked about to the others, finding concern in all their faces. Yes, their boss had warned them that this could happen; and yes, they'd all gone for it anyway. Still, to actually hear it was unsettling.

It was equally unsettling to hear that such a wide variety of men -- and women, too -- were out to get them. The Senior Assistant District Attoney was once again unsettled when Marcus pointed out that she, too, was being targeted.

"Seems fair, I guess," she joked, equaling Marcus's levity. "I should share in the danger, I guess.

Marcus looked to Abby and Kristine and pointed out, "Everyone except you two, though."

"Well, that doesn't seem fair, does it?" Abby said, looking at Laura. "I would say we need to share that danger--"

"I wouldn't!" Kristine cut in. She looked around at the others, then sheepishly clarified, "I mean, if they don't know us..."

Jennifer laughed. "Be happy about it, girl, not guilty."

Kitty nodded her agreement, while Laura joked, "You can trade places with me on the list if you want."

Marcus talked about the need to remain safe by living full time in the Batcave. There was an assortment of reactions to that, from conspicuous head nods to groans of dissatisfaction. Jennifer spoke up with a vague comment: "410."

When she got looks of curiosity, she explained, "I'm moving into 410. It's a corner apartment right by the stairs that go down to the coffee shop." Comically, she said, "I needs my coffee in the morning."

A conversation broke out about living arrangements, furnishings, food deliveries, and more, with some of it serious but most of it tongue-in-cheek; most of the apartments weren't entirely furnished, so there would be a need to either buy new beds, fridges, etc., or pillage them from other apartments.

Kitty looked to Teddy during the conversation and inconspicuously shook her head. She knew that they'd be spending most nights in the same bed in the same apartment, of course, but she didn't think it was appropriate to make that so obvious by announcing it to everyone.

Jennifer, on the other hand, looked directly at Devon and gestured an extended finger from her to him and back, indicating that she most certainly wanted to share a flat with him and didn't care if the others knew.

"I have a security team," Laura told Marcus with confidence. "I'll be fine out there amongst the dangerous animals."

At one point, she glanced at Teddy, catching his eye and letting her lips spread just a bit in a knowing smile. They'd had an incredible fuck in her office one day weeks earlier and -- unfortunately -- hadn't been able to repeat it since. She considered the possibilities of having a place here and looked to Marcus, telling him, "But maybe ... just in case ... I should bring some clothes and other things and occupy one of the apartments, too...?"

Laura got the answer for which she was hoping, took a beat to let the discussion continue, then gave Teddy another inconspicuous glance. It wasn't inconspicuous enough, though: Kitty caught it and began to wonder whether her lover boy had been delivering something more than warrant applications to the beautiful SADA.

"Second, we need to find the leak," Marcus went on. He spoke about the lengths to which Mephisto had gone to cover their tracks, then instructed, "I need you all to think back over the last few weeks and months. Did you tell someone you trusted something you shouldn't of? Can you think of something that I am missing?"

He got nothing but shaking heads and shoulder shrugs. Laura, however, didn't respond at all. Her brain had been churning since Marcus first explained the situation, and she'd come across a possibility that frightened her. After Marcus had ended the conversation and everyone began scattering to do whatever they needed to do, she approached him quietly and whispered, "I need to talk to you ... privately."

She lured him toward the coffee pot and platter of pastries -- Cops and donuts, she thought playfully -- then urged him to take her to his private bedroom. Once inside, Laura closed the door behind her, turned to Marcus, and said, "I think the leak might be from my office."

She felt a chill run up her spine, flooding her arms with goosebumps. She explained, "Your team is tight. I can't for a moment believe that any one of them could have made this kind of a mistake. However ... there are a lot of working parts in my office: the DA, the ADAs, all of their Assistants, the Judge and her Assistants and Bailiffs and assigned Deputies. You man Mephisto did a bang up job hiding who ya'll are ... but ... still..."

Laura shrugged her shoulders lightly, ending, "I just ... I just don't know. Gale I trust ... with every fiber of my body. I think we need to get him together with Mephisto to look at what we know and see if they can figure out who the leak is. Whaddaya think?"
 
Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

Marcus was almost thankful his team was treating this news with professionalism and humor. It could of gone down a lot worse considering the ages of some of the younger members, but it just once again showed he had picked the right people to become Untouchables. He got a curious expression as Laura led him into his bedroom, seeing Kitty smirk as they vanished inside and the door closed. You wouldn't win an award for guessing what was on that young lady's mind right now. But what Laura said next you would have.

"I think the leak might be from my office."

Cole had felt the same way as he had considered all avenues for this leak getting out, but he hadn't wanted to point fingers so early. Laura fessing up like this told him she cut through the crap even if that crap was on her own doorstep. Marcus felt a little stress leave his body as he listened to what she had to say.

"Your team is tight. I can't for a moment believe that any one of them could have made this kind of a mistake. However ... there are a lot of working parts in my office: the DA, the ADAs, all of their Assistants, the Judge and her Assistants and Bailiffs and assigned Deputies. Your man Mephisto did a bang up job hiding who ya'll are ... but ... still..." She shrugged, "I just ... I just don't know. Gale I trust ... with every fiber of my body. I think we need to get him together with Mephisto to look at what we know and see if they can figure out who the leak is. Whaddaya think?"

Marcus shrugged too as he walked to the bed and sat down, rubbing his face thoughtfully as he went over what she had said. It all made sense. The Untouchables didn't really have a lot of moving parts to it, it was the team, sometimes Ketch's SWAT and sometimes Emelia's people ... he would have to see her to nail down that angle just in case it wasn't someone in Laura's office but someone in Emelia's. The Untouchables and the D'Angelo crime family had been mixing a lot lately, not the least from protecting Elmview from attack. What if it had been one of Emelia and Philips people who had decided to blow the whistle on them?

"I think you might be right, but thank you for coming to me with this." He gave her a small smile. "I didn't want to suggest in front of everyone the most likely candidate for where the leak came from, that wouldn't of been fair to you or your people. Getting Gale and Mephisto together makes sense too. Gale knows all the possible suspects at your office, Mephisto can run checks on them, put the two together and we could find our mole." He paused as a thought occurred to him. "What about your boss? I heard he might have got his nose put out of joint when you were promoted and hand picked by the Governor to handle our cases ... could his professional pride have been bruised enough he would give you and us up?"
 
Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

"I think you might be right," Marcus said, agreeing with Laura that the leak might have come from her office, "but thank you for coming to me with this."

The SADA was torn by the Detective's response. She didn't want to believe that the leak had come from her office, but it was the most likely scenario. Plus she had been the one to suggest it.

"What about your boss?" Marcus asked.

Laura had thought about that -- a lot. Over his 10 years in office, District Attorney David McKinley had dismissed dozens of high-profile cases against Organized Crime Family members on the basis that there hadn't been enough evidence to get a conviction. Even though many had questioned the man's ethics, there had never been any evidence of improprieties.

"Maybe your man Mephisto can look into that, too," Laura wondered aloud. "God knows I can't do it. I mean, if I can't--"

She stopped, suddenly realizing that she was putting the blame for the leak on herself without actually knowing whether or not it was true. She continued, "There's no way my office could conduct an investigation of McKinley without him finding out."

There was a knock at Marcus's door. Mephisto needed Marcus to know that he had something to do and was leaving. Laura took the interruption to tell the Detective, "I need to book, too."

As she made her way back out into the suite's main room, she caught sight of Teddy in the kitchen. Making her way to the coffee pot, then looking about for prying eyes, she whispered to him, "It's been a while since you delivered warrant requests, Officer Yarrow. I work late all week ... in case you have a need to see me."

The expression on her face when he looked to her was one of obvious want. Laura wasn't clued in to Teddy's relationship with Kitty, nor did she know that he had a sexual relationship with an 18-year-old stripper; she couldn't know that Teddy's own wants were being met in grand fashion. But who knows? Some men could never get enough, and perhaps his other lovers wouldn't keep him from making a visit to her in the near future.

Looking once more to ensure no one was paying them any attention, Laura let her hand graze over his groin as she passed. Smiling to him, then looking to the others in the room, she called out, "It was good to see all of you again. Wish it was for better news, but..."

She headed out, taking the elevator down to the parking garage where the two District Attorney Office bodyguards who these days escorted her everywhere were waiting.
 
Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

Teddy didn't move or say a word as Laura felt him up and basically asked him to go to her office and fuck her again. His cock was rock hard in seconds, but he had seen the way Kitty had looked at him earlier when Laura was teasingly watching him. Had Kitty been jealous? As he watched Shovelli walk out his heart was banging in his chest, but not from arousal, but fear. He loved Kitty, he knew it, he could feel it inside everytime he saw her. What he had done with Laura he hadn't considered cheating because, quite frankly, he didn't know what the relationship he was in was all about. Were he and Kitty friends with benefits, or did she love him the same way he loved her? They had never just sat down and talked it out, but then he wondered if that was what two people needed to do to figure out how they felt did that mean it wasn't true love? His sudden explosive introduction into the world of sex had happened so fast he was just enjoying it right now. he had loved fucking Laura, for many reasons. She was gorgeous, had an amazing body, was sexy and exciting to be with and she was, technically, his boss in some ways. He knew he wanted her again, but Kitty ... He closed his eyes tight, he just wanted to scream in frustration. He needed a sign, something to tell his naïve mind what he should do.

"Teddy, can you run these over to Laura office later today sometime, I forgot to give them to her." Marcus called out to him waving some papers in his direction.

Yarrow opened his eyes and let his breath out as he turned to look at Cole and nodded. Well, he had asked for a sign, but he also needed to see Kitty. He walked into the armoury where she was alone cleaning an assault rifle. He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist and leaned in. No one in the apartment could see them and they would hear anyone approaching. he kissed the back of her neck as he pushed his cock bulge into her covered ass.

"I've missed you." He whispered in her ear.
 
Federal Detention Center, just outside Capitol City: 11.55am

Mephisto pulled the boring black town car into a parking space outside the main gates of the facility and turned off the engine. He sat there, going over the plan in his head for the 100th time it seemed. He had left the Batcave and changed into a grey suit and tie. That alone was so different from what he usually wore as to be an effective disguise in itself, but he had added glasses just for the cliché of it all. Hell, if it worked for Clark Kent it could work for him.

He stepped from the car, grabbing a battered brown leather briefcase and closed the door before turning and slowly walking toward the entrance to the detention block. On the walkway above the wall he could see guards pacing. He could also see two watch towers from this POV with guards watching him too. He pushed the buzzer next to the door and waited.

"Yes?" Came a gravelly voice from the speaker.

"Martin Kemp? I've been assigned to prisoner John Doe, FID#3434X as their attorney?" The voice he used was one of part boredom, part annoyance.

A few seconds went by before the door buzzed and he heard the click of the lock. He pushed the door open and walked inside to be met by two guards and a metal detector. One guard motioned for him to hand over the briefcase while the other gestured to the plastic basket next to the detector he had to walk through. It was set up just like an airport security checkpoint. Mephisto emptied his pocket into the basket for the guard to look through before slowly walking through the detector. The other guard had opened the briefcase and was flicking through it's contents in a bored fashion.

"Thank you, Mr. Kemp." The guard with his personal effects stated offering them back to him.

Mephisto had been careful with what he brought with him, he had to sell the persona of a young lawyer dumped on from above and given this no win client. He smiled and pocketed his car keys, door keys, wallet and hanky before turning to the other guard who smiled and handed back the briefcase.

"Follow the yellow line there and you'll find another guard who will take you to your client." Briefcase guard stated before turning back to the small tv set he had secreted in a corner.

Doing as told, Mephisto soon found the guard waiting for him. This one seemed more awake and gave the hacker a once over as he nodded his head for Mephisto to follow him.

"So you are the next lawyer they're throwing at her are you?" He asked over his shoulder, then he chuckled. "Hope you last longer than the last one."

'Her' ... well now, that was something, at least he now knew his antagonist was a female. Finally they entered an exercise yard half full of inmates in orange jumpsuits. The guard looked around before spotting who he wanted and raised a finger to point.

"Inmate John Doe, FID#3434X" He said glancing at Mephisto. "Good luck. When you're finished just come back here and I'll lead you on out."

The hacker nodded his understanding and walked off toward the woman standing by the picnic table style yard furniture. As he approached he saw her look up and smile and check her watch. He felt an odd combination of anger and admiration as he watched her and she wasn't exactly ugly either, far from it. It seemed either prison life hard hardened her body into a sleek, lean figure, or her previous life had and she had very pretty features.

"I believe I'm on time." He stated as he lay his briefcase on the table beside them and opened it, an act for the guards he knew would be watching.
 
Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

Kitty glanced over her shoulder at Teddy as he entered the armory. She flashed him a smile that was meant to appear friendly but, honestly, lacked sincerity. She'd seen the way her lover and the SADA glanced at each other earlier, and her mind had jumped to places she would have rather it hadn't gone.

"I've missed you," he whispered close to her ear.

She felt his already hard cock pressing into the crack of her ass, and without even thinking press her ass back against it. Jealous feelings set aside, she turned her head, kissed him, and repeated, "I've missed you."

Setting the disassembled AR-15 onto the rubber mat, she turned to face him; she glanced toward the door, seeking confirmation of their aloneness, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling their faces together for a deep, erotic kiss.

As their tongues danced, Kitty had a sudden flashback to how she and Dimitri had kissed the night before. It disturbed her to recall that while kissing the man she loved, and she separated their mouths to look into his eyes. She could see a questioning expression on Teddy's face, and after a moment, she said, "Sorry. It's ... it's not you. It's nothing to do with you or me or us. Well, me maybe."

She pulled back, leaning against the table. Hesitantly, she said, "I kissed Greshenko last night." She hesitated a moment more, then clarified, "Not romantically. I mean, sure, he probably found it romantic ... erotic even. But I didn't. What I'm trying to say is ... for my cover ... I had to kiss him. I just ... I thought you should know."
 
Federal Detention Center, just outside Capitol City: noon

The detainee Mephisto knew only as Inmate John Doe, FID#3434X" checked her watch and grimaced. When the hacker told her he was on time, she snapped back, "Anything later than thirty minutes early is late."

Glancing past him to see the Correction Officer eyeballing them from the gate to the yard, she dismounted from the picnic-style table and headed for the fenced areas corner, demanding, "Let's walk."

She stopped near the corner, looking around for prying eyes. She had this portion of the yard to herself while the GenPop inmates occupied en mass another yard beyond not just one fence but two, keeping them fully separated from her. When Mephisto got near her again, she explained the isolation without him actually making an inquiry, "They're afraid I might get shanked before I tell them what they want to know."

She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the waist hem of her prison issued tank top, tapped out a cigarette, and held it up for the tower guard who was watching them closely. The rifle-armed man nodded, after which she offered it out to Mephisto. If he took it, she would withdraw another for herself; if he didn't, she'd put it in her own lips. Either way, they'd be lit from the book of matches she pulled from her bra.

"I was working for the NSA about two years ago..." she began after a long draw on the stick, "...tracking illegal arms shipments to and from unfriendly nation-states. My job was simple: listen in on conversations between involved parties, discover what they didn't want discovered, and -- when appropriate -- pass that info up the ladder to people who might want to do something about it."

She looked toward the various COs in the yards or towers. She knew that she was always being watched. Luckily, because of a combination of unrelated factors, she knew that they couldn't listen in on her when she was here in this particular location.

Nothing she'd told Mephisto so far was unknown to those who'd put her here, nor was what she was about to say. "I uncovered a conspiracy to bring a dirty bomb into the United States, detonate it, and blame it on the Sepah..."

She hesitated a moment to see if the man standing with her knew the name, then explained, "The IRGC ... the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps ... of Iran. It's the first step to justify an attack on and invasion of Iran the same way Baby Bush did Iraq in 2003."

She didn't know what kind of response she might get from Mephisto, from either the description of the plan or the description of former President George W. Bush as Baby Bush. But after getting it, she went on to say, "Now, don't get me wrong. I have no feelings one way or the other about Iran. I would prefer that they were a free, democratic society ... but I don't like the idea of 2 million people -- most of them civilians, innocent women and children -- dying in a protracted war because the International Community can't find a way to make Iran not want a bomb."

She leaned in a bit closer, whispering, "By the way, they'll never have the bomb. Believe me. NSA, remember?"

She'd seen all the raw intelligence collected by the Agency over the past several years, and she knew things about Iran that the West didn't want their citizens to know, specifically how far the Persians were from actually building a nuclear device.

She was getting off the track, though. She went silent, drew from her cigarette, and after blowing out a cloud of smoke continued, "I downloaded some classified information from the Agency that certain people -- powerful people -- would prefer didn't go public." She smiled, clarifying, "About 14 terabytes. Some of it current ... some of it not."

She leaned in a second time, whispering, "I might even be able to tell you who killed Kennedy, in case anyone still cares about that."

She puffed on the cigarette again, then -- using Mephisto's real given name -- continued, "So ... here's what I need from you, Joshua. I can't get to that information from in here, obviously. I was only able to contact you yesterday because while I was blowing one of the COs, I snatched his phone, and he didn't realize that it was missing for almost an hour.

"I need you to access the files I hid," she continued. "I need you to search for information on the dirty bomb conspiracy. I'd tell you where to look for it specifically if I could, but the NSA, FBI, CIA, whoever, was closing in on me and I didn't have a chance to organize the info into specific folders. You'll have to find it yourself. Once you've found it, you can pressure the men -- women? -- involved ... and I can get out. I will trade the rest of the files for immunity and maybe some cash, and I'll run off to some little island someplace and no one will ever be troubled by me again."

One last puff finished the cigarette off. She snuffed it out on the fence pole, smiled to Mephisto, and said, "You can call me Ashley, Joshua."
 
Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

Clara had been surprised when, Saturday night, Teddy had suggested that they meet in Haverville. Sure, she'd asked to meet him somewhere far from the Black Heart Club, but she'd actually meant somewhere on the other side of Capital City, maybe in one of its adjacent suburbs. In her 18 years on this planet, Clara had never even been to Haverville!

But she did as Teddy directed, taking Greyhound's southbound milk run down Routh 106. The little town of maybe 3,000 -- just big enough to warrant having a Starbucks -- was the second stop. Even so, she couldn't have been happier to get the fuck off the bus. Every seat had been sold out, and she'd gotten stuck sitting with a guy who spent the thirty minutes hitting on her.

"Maybe I'll get off with you, and we can get to know each other," he'd said when she'd told him she needed past him to deboard. He'd nodded his head toward the Motel 6 across the street, suggesting, "Maybe a little afternoon delight."

Clara had leaned down close, put her mouth close to his ear, and whispered, "Sorry 'bout this."

"Sorry about what?" he'd asked, just before she landed a fist hard into his groin.

She left the bus listening to his groans of deep pain and the laughter of some of those who'd been sitting near them, listening to the pig's attempts to get some.

She walked two blocks to the Starbucks, arriving almost an hour before Teddy was expected to arrive because of the limited Sunday schedule. She ordered a French Vanilla latte and a pastry, found an open table, and settled in.

She was on her second coffee drink quite a while later when she noticed a pair of men eyeballing her conspicuously. One of them eventually stood, came to her table, and sat down without invitation. He ogled her with a smirk, admiring the way her pushup bra and low-cut blouse showed off her modest but delicious bosom.

"Sunny D'Lite," he said softly after a moment of silence that was becoming uncomfortable for Clara.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the man's use of her most recent stage name. He smiled, seeing in her shock that he was right. Looking back to his friend, he nodded. To Clara, he continued, "I slipped a fifty into your G-string last night at the Black Heart."

"I think you're thinking of someone else," she said, barely able to get the words out due to the trembling that was overwhelming her. "My name is Clara. I work at the McDonalds on 34th in--"

"You work at a Russian strip club," the man interrupted, keeping his voice low enough for just her to hear. "I slipped a fifty into your thong last night ... and all I got for it was you shaking your ass in my face before you went down to the other end of the stage to sit in some other guy's lap."

Clara noticed the other man rising and moving her way. She clenched her hands together under the table, concerned as to where this was going. Striking the jerk on the bus in the nuts had been easy for her, because they'd been in a fairly enclosed environment and only a handful of people might have seen what was happening. But here, nearly every table was filled, and the last thing Clara wanted was for these two creeps to speak more loudly about who she was and what she did for a living.

"There's a Motel 6 across the street," the first man said as the other sat beside her. "I'm thinking that the fifty I gave you last night--"

"And the twenty that I gave you," the second man said.

The first continued, "I think seventy bucks makes for a good deposit on a little afternoon delight, don't you ... Sunny?"

Clara flinched as she felt the man's hand upon her flesh where her jean shorts exposed her thigh. She clamped her knees together, which only trapped his hands between her athletic legs. She whispered with a bit of fear in her voice, "Please, don't ... don't do this ... please."
 
Sunday, 1pm
City Park
Bridgette and Holly:

Bridgette had been so excited to see Holly again last night when the pair had gone their separate ways at the Black Heart. Now, though, the stripper/whore was shaking anxiously with shame over what had happened between her and the sailors in a private room later on.

She hadn't been just emotionally scarred by the Circle William the three squids had performed on her; they'd physically hurt her as well, mostly in her ass but also in her pussy, from the roughness of the whole affair. Bridgette had prostituted herself at the club before; she'd even serviced two men at the same time. But she'd never been brutalized in that way before. Making matters worse, her Entertainment Coordinator's response to it all had been dissatisfying in two ways: first, the punishment for the sailors had been that they couldn't again have a girl in a private room together; and second, after being told that she'd gotten the minimum gratuity despite the above-and-beyond-service, her EC had told her to suck it up and stop being a cry baby.

When she looked up from her paper cup of cold coffee to see Holly walking her way, Bridgette almost instantly began sobbing. She set the cup aside and stood as Holly reached her, and before even speaking a greeting to her, Bridgette threw her arms around Holly and began crying.
 
Federal Detention Center, just outside Capitol City: noon
Mephisto had played it cool as the woman led him away from the bench to chat. He had turned down the offered cigarette with a shake of the head and waited patiently while she began her spiel. Patience was a hackers number one weapon when it came down to it. Despite what the movies and tv shows would like people to believe hacking wasn't as simple as staring at a monitor and tapping a few keys on a keyboard. Her working for the NSA was interesting, he too had done work for them in his time and he wondered if that's how she heard of him and got his real name.

"I uncovered a conspiracy to bring a dirty bomb into the United States, detonate it, and blame it on the Sepah..." She said and that got his attention. He had heard the name before but never had the need to investigate them before now.

False flag operations were not new to American politics and warfare, they had been used as far back as the civil war, or, if you were a conspiracy buff, as recently as 9/11. Other famous FF's were the attack on Pearl Harbour during WW2 and, as she now mentioned, the Gulf War. They gave politicians, usually presidents, a good reason to do something they couldn't have done otherwise and that something was usually invade an annoying country.

"The IRGC ... the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps ... of Iran. It's the first step to justify an attack on and invasion of Iran the same way Baby Bush did Iraq in 2003." She went on, "Now, don't get me wrong. I have no feelings one way or the other about Iran. I would prefer that they were a free, democratic society ... but I don't like the idea of 2 million people -- most of them civilians, innocent women and children -- dying in a protracted war because the International Community can't find a way to make Iran not want a bomb."

His impassive face gave nothing away as he listened, though he found himself agreeing with her philosophy. Two million innocents in Iran possibly, but add in those innocent Americans the dirty bomb would claim when it detonated on American soil. Oh yes, they would have to use it. Simply coming out and saying we stopped the Iranians from using a dirty bomb would lead to a lot of 'How did you know about it?' and 'How do you know it belongs to them?' and Senate hearings that would last years. No, American lives would have to be lost to get the country on side with the people behind this plan. The war of course would make certain people in America very rich. The military industrial complex that President Dwight D Eisenhower had warned against when he left office was still very much around and needed wars to make all their money. A war with Iran would last years probably and pull in surrounding countries, it would keep those companies in pocket for a long, long time.

"I downloaded some classified information from the Agency that certain people -- powerful people -- would prefer didn't go public." She smiled, clarifying, "About 14 terabytes. Some of it current ... some of it not." She leaned in a second time, whispering, "I might even be able to tell you who killed Kennedy, in case anyone still cares about that."

"I am sure Oliver Stone would care." Mephisto finally got involved in the conversation with a wry smile referring to the directors movie 'JFK'.

"So ... here's what I need from you, Joshua." She went on. "I can't get to that information from in here, obviously. I was only able to contact you yesterday because while I was blowing one of the COs, I snatched his phone, and he didn't realize that it was missing for almost an hour.

"I need you to access the files I hid," she continued. "I need you to search for information on the dirty bomb conspiracy. I'd tell you where to look for it specifically if I could, but the NSA, FBI, CIA, whoever, was closing in on me and I didn't have a chance to organize the info into specific folders. You'll have to find it yourself. Once you've found it, you can pressure the men -- women? -- involved ... and I can get out. I will trade the rest of the files for immunity and maybe some cash, and I'll run off to some little island someplace and no one will ever be troubled by me again."

As he considered what she had said she stubbed out her cigarette and smiled. "You can call me Ashley, Joshua."

He smiled back, her mentioning giving some CO a blowjob making his eyes go to her lips, she really did have nice kissable lips he decided ... lucky CO.

"Ok, Ashley, you have my attention ... and help, and you know you didn't need to blackmail me. If you had known me at all you would have realised I love all this cloak and dagger crap. I'll dig around in the Cloud and find your files for you then use them to get you out of this place," He glanced around at the tall grey walls, the guards, the other inmates and his expression said it all about what he thought of it, "And to stop a war. Maybe I'll get an invite to your tropical island one day as a thank you."

He turned and walked back to the table with her following behind. He reached into the briefcase to show her some fake papers, moving just enough to block the view of her from the guards watching. His hand slipped into her pants pocket depositing a small, thin mobile phone, the latest tech. He wasn't sure but he figured even if the guards searched her after he left she could get it past them somehow and having a means of two way communication would only help him if he needed her assistance. He had set the phone up so it would only be able to send text messages and use the internet, no voice calls for one good reason. Voices carried in prison, tapping out a text did not. He had also made sure there was a message on the phone waiting for her to read giving her exact times when she could send or receive texts from him. That way she could make sure she wasn't doing something when the phone vibrated ... hell, maybe she could use it as a cheap vibrator.

"Thank you for your time, my firm will assess your requests and we'll get back to you ASAP." He said loud enough for any one listening in to hear. He snapped his briefcase shut and after giving her a quick wink, turned and left the yard.
 
Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

Teddy had been sitting outside for hours watching the street, watching the people. When the bus turned up, almost on time, he watched Clara step off and look around before heading to the Starbucks. She was early, but then so was he, no point hanging around he figured so he stepped from the car, locked it and headed to the Starbucks too. As he entered he looked around seeing her at a table with two strangers he didn't know. He also picked up the vibe in the place, the way those sitting close to the three were making every effort not to look at them, how a waitress was glancing Clara's way sadly. Teddy slowly approached the table seeing Clara flinch at something but noticing one man had a hand beneath the table so he could guess what was happening.

"Clara? Sorry I'm late ... who are your friends?" He asked with a big smile.

The man who had done most of the talking looked around at Teddy and checked him out before laughing as the man sitting beside Clara smirked and pulled his hand from her thighs.

"Who's this, Sunny, your little brother?" The Mouth, as Teddy had already labelled him asked with a grin.

"I don't think she likes either of you, I would advise you to leave ... now." Teddy kept the friendly tone of voice as his eyes flicked over to the two men.

Both were in their 30's, one wore a wedding ring, neither seemed particularly fit, but both had height and weight on him. He had his gun tucked into a holster at the small of his back under his jacket and his badge in his pocket, but he didn't think he would need them right now.

"Oh, you do?" Now both men were laughing, and standing, towering over Teddy who still had that small friendly smile on his lips.

They moved to stand in front of him, hands by their sides, Clara forgotten temporarily as they dealt with this little creep. 'Mouth' reached out and pushed Teddy in the chest with his finger tips. Now the place had gone silent as everyone watched the scene.

"Why don't you leave, Faggot. Me, my friend and Sunny here are going over to the motel for some fun, you get in our way and you'll be heading to the hospital."

"Let me tell you what is about to happen, just so you can't say I didn't give you a chance to walk out." Teddy stated. "First, I'm going to break your kneecap and then knock you out. Your friend here will want to stop me of course, but he won't be able to because he will be choking at the time. So, in fact, if you don't both leave right now it will be you heading to the hospital, not me."

Both men exchanged shocked looks before bursting into laughter. Then 'Mouth' took the swing Teddy had been waiting for. It was a clumsy punch, telegraphed a mile so he had no problem ducking under it and moving into his opponent. His right hand shot out flat and stiff to impact 'Mouth's' friends throat getting a wet choking noise as the man fell back a step, his hands going to his neck as his eyes bulged in pain and an inability to breath. As this happened Teddy kicked out hard, making contact with 'Mouth's' right kneecap and getting a satisfying cracking noise. As 'Mouth' yelled out in pain and started his downward journey to the floor, Teddy grabbed his hair and rammed his head onto the table top knocking him out cold so he slumped the rest of his trip down to lay in a limp mess. His friend was now sitting in a chair, gasping for air, his face a little blue already. Teddy smiled at him and slapped him on the arm in a friendly fashion.

"Don't worry, I just bruised your trachea, you'll be fine." He looked around to find everyone staring at him. Some with big grins on their faces, others in shock. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his police badge and waved it around so everyone saw it. "Don't worry folk, its all over. Um, Sir, could you call this man an ambulance please." Teddy called to the manager behind the counter.

With that he turned back to Clara and reached out, taking her hand and helping her stand up.

"I think we better go, don't you ... did you want your drink to go?"
 
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