"Going Straight" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Federal Detention Center, just outside Capitol City: noon

"Ok, Ashley, you have my attention ... and help," Mephisto reassured her, adding, "and you know you didn't need to blackmail me."

Ashley had actually wondered whether extortion or begging had been more appropriate before she'd chosen the former. She'd been in a hurry; although she'd spent months contemplating how to get herself out of this situation, she'd had less than 60 minutes with the CO's stolen cell phone to take action.

Actually, she was fairly proud of what she'd accomplished during that time. She'd been permitted a television in her cell, so she'd heard all about the Untouchables. And because they were still operating safely after several months, she'd known that they had their own hacker, someone to both keep them unknown and untouchable, as well as uncover deeply hidden truths about the bad guys.

Discovering Mephisto's fingerprints had been the most difficult part. The guy was good. Ashley, however, was better. It took her 43 minutes to identify Joshua, another 11 to trace enough of his work to get his attention, 2 more to process the extortion package that arrived on his screens at the Batcave, and a final 2 erasing all signs of what she'd done on the phone and making it appear as if another CO had been using it to make bets with an Off Track Betting site that Ashley had heard was popular with the prison's staff.

She played shuffleboard with the thin smart phone once she was done with it, sending it skidding under her cell door and across the smooth, concrete floor to wedge under the edge of a metal staircase. The CO to whom it belonged -- who was stomping his way to Ashley's cell, knowing she'd stolen it -- eventually found it after ripping the fuck out of her cell looking for it. Oh, he still had suspicions about her, of course. But she'd covered her tracks well, and he wasn't about to report her, seeing how the only time she could have gotten it from him was when she'd been sucking his cock.

Mephisto told her what he would do for her and for the world: stopping a war in Iran. Regarding her escape to a new life, he said, "Maybe I'll get an invite to your tropical island one day as a thank you."

"Maybe," she said, smirking slightly. She gave him an up and down survey; he was a handsome man, particularly when compared to some of the hackers she knew. The public perception of hackers -- the stereotypes -- were often very true, for men and women. Very often they were the physical types that got little respect from others, something that drove them into isolation, computers, and -- ultimately -- hacking.

That wasn't always true, of course. Ashley wasn't a supermodel, but she wasn't Roseanne Barr either. Her path to computer geekdom had been directed simply by extreme intelligence and -- believe it or not -- loyalty to country. Truthfully, she didn't see what she was doing or what she'd done as disloyal. She wasn't trying to bring down the US government; she was trying to save it.

After Mephisto slipped her the tiny, thin phone and headed away, Ashley returned to her corner for another cigarette. Ironically, she'd only started smoking after being detained. She'd remembered a scene from the Robert Redford/Brad Pitt movie, Spy Game, in which the former had told the latter to carry cigarettes as an ice breaker.

She finished off only half of her death stick before snubbing it out. She stuffed a stick of Juicy Fruit into her mouth, chewing it long enough to make it soft and sticky, then leaned down to pick up the two-gallon tin can that she used for cigarette butt disposal; neither of the COs personally assigned to her were smokers, and they'd made it clear to her from the start that she was responsible for emptying or replacing the can when it was full.

Having no fear that they would touch the can, Ashley pressed the gum to the bottom of it, pushed the lightweight phone against the sticky goo, dropped the butt in as appropriate, and set the whole assembly down again. As expected, when she returned to the building to be escorted to her cell, the CO performed a strip search of her, even checking her crevices, despite the fact that she'd never had an opportunity to hide anything there.

Back in her cell, Ashley laid back and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the day. She felt better now than she had since her capture almost a year earlier; in all honesty, she'd had concerns and hadn't expected today to go nearly as well as it had.

Closing her eyes and imaging Mephisto sitting at his computers, his eyes widening and moth dropping open in shock at what he might see in her files, she found herself getting excited. She pushed her pants and underwear off, manipulating her long-ignored clit until she was crying out in ecstasy.

As the euphoria waned, Ashley contemplated her new attorney and knew that the first exchange they had via the secreted phone would be a request that he somehow arrange them a conjugal. Such liberties weren't normally -- weren't ever -- permitted for Federal inmates with 24/7 isolation orders. But if Mephisto had managed to get himself approved for a visit as her legal representation, Ashley was sure he could get her an hour in one of the little trailers.

Question was: would he want that?

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

"Clara?" a familiar male voice said from behind her.

She'd never been so happy to see someone in her life. Despite her reluctantly chosen career as a stripper/whore, Clara really hadn't had to deal with very many degenerates in her life; most men treated her fairly well. (If she'd known how her workmate, Bridgette, had been treated last night by a trio of sailors and then by the Entertainment Coordinator they shared, Clara would have considered the Mouth's abuse like foreplay.)

Teddy continued, "Sorry I'm late ... who are your friends?"

She murmured just loud enough for the three of them each to hear, "They're no friends of mine."

What came next was unexpected, though, not entirely unwelcomed. Clara had always wished that she could defend herself in the way that Teddy had so easily taken out these two men. The young cop revealed his authority to the others with the flash of his badge, then offered his hand to Clara, saying, "I think we better go, don't you ... did you want your drink to go?"

Clara looked for and retrieved the to-go cup that had only very recently been delivered to her by the barista. Then, looking down to the man who'd fondled her thigh as his eyes opened in a somewhat semi-conscious state, she removed the lid and poured it directly into his crotch. The man screamed, then -- again -- seemed to pass out, laying out on the floor like a discarded rag doll.

"I'm good," Clara responded to Teddy, dropping the cup onto the man's chest. Taking Teddy's hand, she confirmed, "Yeah, let's get outta here."

They were nearly to the door when the shop's manager -- a pretty thing of maybe 26 -- called for their attention. Clara feared that they were about to be stopped, with the cops -- other cops -- already on their way. Instead, the manager pushed two to-go cups across the counter toward them, saying, "One mocha with a shot of French Vanilla ... and one Americana. I know they aren't your actual order, but ... well, you don't look like you have the time to stick around, and I wanted to say sorry about that. We don't often get trouble like that in here. It's not a roughneck tavern after all."

Clara smiled to the manager, then to Teddy; this was turning out to be far more of a morning than she'd expected. She moved toward the manager, reached into her purse, and pulled out one of the folded fifties that the previous night had been stuffed into her thong. She handed it to her, saying, "Thank you--"

"Oh no, no charge," the manager responded.

"Not paying," Clara said, clarifying, "tipping."

They exchanged cash for coffee, and Clara -- looking back at the two men -- said, "Sorry about that." Then glancing at Teddy, she smiled and said, "I didn't know my boyfriend was such a bad ass."

They pair of them headed out and to his car. Clara told Teddy, "I saw a park as the bus was coming into town. Lots of trees and shrubs near the driveway to hide us."

As if to explain why she was speaking of such things, she climbed between the seats into the rear of the vehicle and began taking her clothes off...

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday, 1pm
City Park
Bridgette and Holly:
The sudden embrace confused Holly, but the tears even more so. She felt Bridgette's warm breath panting on her neck, the tears wetness on her skin as she slipped her arms around the young girls back and rubbed it up and down gently.

"Baby ... whats the matter?" She asked as if talking to a little girl, but the tone was warm, comforting and probably what Bridgette needed to hear right now.

Holly guided the girl back to the park bench and sat her down, sitting beside her, one arm around her shoulders. Her free hand wiped the tear away softly, gently, caressing her cheek. Something bad had obviously happened and Holly's thoughts first went to Greshenko. Had he somehow found out Holly was a cop and took it out on Bridgette after finding out they had been together at the club? But no, that made no sense and she quickly threw that option away. If Greshenko had figured out Holly was a cop he would have either come for her or ignored her, there was no profit in going after Bridgette. Beside, Holly doubted she would be the only cop to frequent The Black Heart.

"What's get my beautiful girl all worked up now? Come on, tell me what the matter is and let's see if we can fix it, huh?" Holly asked softly, leaning in to place an equally soft kiss on Bridgette's lips.

Luckily the park seemed to be pretty empty right now, probably most people having their lunch, so no one was paying the two females any attention at all. Holly had been confused about her feelings for Bridgette after their one night together. For one thing it was possibly the best sex she had ever had, secondly she had felt a connection to Bridgette, but then the third thing dropped, Bridgette's age. Holly was 26, 8 years older than Bridgette but a whole world of live experience behind her. The sobbing girl beside her was little more than a school girl. Was it right that Holly, a grown woman, wanted her like she did? She had dressed for their meeting with equal confusion, wanting to look hot for Bridgette, but part of her holding back. In the end she had gone with 4" stiletto ankle boots, tight, black, soft leather pants that hugged her ass to perfection and a white button up blouse, mostly unbuttoned, with a black leather jacket over it. She had decided on sexy lingerie for underwear because, well, she liked how it felt on her, so matching black lace bra and thong finished the ensemble.

After a few sobbing episodes Bridgette finally got it all out, what had happened to her at the club and Holly was seeing red. She was seething, both at how the club EC had treated Bridgette but mostly how the sailors had pretty much got away with raping her. She couldn't let that go. Her stomach was knotted up in anger and she wanted to hit someone, very hard and multiple times. She hugged the schoolgirl tightly, whispering that she was safe now, that no one would hurt her on Holly's watch, that no one would hurt her every again if Holly had anything to do with it. As the crying finally ended, Bridgette all cried out, Holly took her hand and led her from the park and to her truck, opening the door for her to get in before heading to the drivers side.

The sailors had to pay, but how? The club would have recorded the rape, if Holly could get a copy of that and hand it over to NCIS then they would be able to prosecute the three men. But what if the Navy cops didn't consider it rape? Money had been given and taken and the club was known as a strip joint and it was an open secret what else happened there. It was possible a good attorney could get the three sailors off the charges. So what did she do? Holly had joined the Police Force for many reasons, but the most important was to protect people. Growing up she had witnessed first hand how some people got away with anything if bad cops let them. She had pushed herself to excel at being a police officer and it had been that excellence at her job that had caught the eye of Daniel Ketch who was looking for possible recruits to SWAT. He had offered her a shot and she had taken it and it had worked out for them both. She had never considered herself a vigilante though, someone who would take the law into their own hands. She had always done everything by the book. But if the sailors got off from prosecution then God help her she would find them and personally make the pay.

"I know a place I think you will like, hon. It calms me down when I am upset." Holly said as she started the engine of the truck and peeled out.

Half hour later she pulled the vehicle to a stop on the top of a bluff overlooking the bay upon which Capitol City stood. Getting up here had required driving up a rugged dirty trail that was hardly ever used by anyone but the occasional hunter. She had found this place one day when just out exploring, but it had become her secret getaway whenever things piled up on her. The view was incredible, the soft breeze filled with sea air refreshing and the sun was just warm enough to take the chill off the day.

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

Hearing Clara call him a bad ass had made Teddy glow, hearing her call him her boyfriend only made him float to his car with her. But again there was that confusion. He couldn't be her boyfriend could he, because he was Kitty's boyfriend. But as Clara clambered into the back seat and told him of the park with trees and shrubs he started the engine quickly. His driving wasn't the best as he kept checking her out in the back seat as the clothing came off piece by piece and by the time he got there she was stark naked and grinning at him.

Almost an hour later the two of them lay naked behind a tall row of bushes in the park on the soft grass after an Olympic session of making love. Clara had her head on his chest as he stroked her hair, she was smiling happily and that made him feel good about himself. That he could do that for her after what she had gone through at the Starbucks. She deserved a good time. His emotions though were so confused. He loved Kitty, but slowly he realised he was building up feelings for Clara too. Is this what they meant about being undercover being so hard? That you had to find a way to partition your emotions, one set for your real life, one set for your undercover life? But that only led to pain for someone down the line. In this case either Kitty or Clara and he would be hurt however it went, unless he could grow a thick skin quickly. And then there was Laura ... but he figured with her it was just pleasure, nothing more, no emotional attachment .... or had he read that wrong? Did she see him as her boy toy now, her property? Maybe he needed to talk to Marcus or Devon about this, get their sage advice because he needed to figure this out before it drove him crazy. Who would have guessed that the guy who had stayed a virgin into his 20's would suddenly find himself he middle of a harem of gorgeous women all wanting his cock?

 

[Gabe619]

Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

"Sorry. It's ... it's not you. It's nothing to do with you or me or us. Well, me maybe."

Teddy had his hand on Kitty's hips as she pulled back from the kiss and began to talk. His expression was curious as to what would be up, he didn't think he had ever seen this side of her. Unsure of herself. She was always so confident, so take charge.

"I kissed Greshenko last night." Kitty 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."

Relief swept through the young man as a smile curled his lips and he quickly placed a soft loving kiss on Kitty's

"It's ok, I understand. When you're undercover you have to do things you maybe wouldn't normally do." He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her soft cheek. "Were you ... worried? That I would be mad at you?"

If she was then ... well, didn't that mean that she felt something deep for him? Real love maybe?

"You never have to explain yourself to me, we know what's at stake here, what we might have to do to win. I wouldn't ever think badly of you for doing your job, Kitty, believe me." He looked into her eyes, then felt a pang of guilt hit him. She was worried about a kiss, and yet he was fucking a stripper?! Ok, Kitty knew he was because that was his cover, to turn a dancer to make her a CI for the team, to get information, but was she ... jealous? "You know I've had to go with ... others, while undercover. But when that's done with and I walk out of that club its only you I want ... I guess we never really ... I mean ... all the sex and all, its great, its amazing, you're amazing, but I don't know what we have here." He blushed and for a moment the almost confident Teddy Yarrow vanished to be replaced by the shy, awkward Teddy from the Academy, the one Kitty had first met. And he had lied, a little. He thought of Clara a lot now, he thought of Laura a lot to since she almost raped him in her office that one time, and how she looked at him a moment ago like a shark seeing its next food order arrive. But if he had a gun to his head and was asked to pick it would always be Kitty every day of the week and twice on Sunday.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: For anyone following our story, this encounter between Teddy and Kitty at the Hanson building takes place before the encounter between Teddy and Clara at the coffee shop. Just keeping that straight.)

Hanson Building - Sunday, 08.00

"It's ok," Teddy said when Kitty told him she's kissed Dimitri Greshenko, "I understand."

He was understanding about it, talking about what undercover work required at times. It was a welcome relief to Kitty. Then he said, "You know I've had to go with ... others, while undercover."

Working undercover at the Black Heart and becoming friendly and popular with the other strippers, Kitty had obviously learned that Teddy was having sex with Clara. While she would have preferred he hadn't, Kitty understood and, surprisingly, accepted it. She knew Clara didn't mean anything to Teddy ... or at least hoped so.

But Teddy had said with others, plural. Kitty knew her Untouchable lover wasn't touching any of the other strippers, so who was he touching? It seemed pretty obvious to her: Senior Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli. Kitty wasn't nearly as accepting of her lover having sex with the SADA as she was with him diddling the stripper.

She could understand why Teddy would want to fuck Laura. She was so sexy that even Kitty had masturbated to the fantasy of having the lawyer's head between her thighs.

"But when that's done with and I walk out of that club," Teddy reassured Kitty, "its only you I want..."

He talked about the sex that they were having together, but then spoke about their relationship, saying, "...but I don't know what we have here."

Kitty noticed his blush and would have smiled with humor, but her mind was really chewing on what he'd been saying, particularly about not knowing what their relationship was all about. She didn't know what to say about any of it, and she didn't want Teddy to feel awkward, so she pulled him to her, kissed him passionately, and whispered, "We'll talk about this more after we close these cases. For right now..."

Again, she kissed him, this time with her tongue dancing against his, before telling him, "...I need to clean these guns 'cause I'm hoping to kill someone soon."

Kitty laughed, hoping to leave Teddy wondering whether she was serious or not. She pushed him away playfully, demanding, "Git!"

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

Clara's body was a sheet of sweat from head to toe. She hadn't fucked that hard in a long time, nor had she cum that many times in a long time; the count was at least three climaxes, though the last one might have actually been three individual rapid fire explosions, she didn't know and really didn't care.

She'd totally forgotten what happened to her in the Starbucks, her mind now fully on what Teddy had done to her instead. She rolled from where she was laying atop him to her back, looking up into the foliage of the massive maple that -- along with a row of arborvitae and a laurel hedge -- was shading them from the two roads passing by the park.

"That ... was ... unbelievable," she whispered, reaching a hand to caress Teddy's belly. She let it slip down to grasp his sticky cock. Clara laughed, lifting her hand and wiggling her fingers as she playfully groaned, "Eww...! Is that you, me, or a bit of both?"

Clara sat up, moving to sit with her haunches on her calves and heels. Looking down on Teddy's naked form, she smiled with delight, saying with a sincere tone, "I've never had a boyfriend like you. I'm so lucky."

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday, 1pm
City Park
Bridgette and Holly:

Bridgette unloaded to Holly about the encounter with the sailors and the refusal of her EC to do anything about it. It felt great to talk to someone about it; she didn't know the last time she'd had a girlfriend to speak with about her love life.

In the older woman's pickup truck, Bridgette unbuckled and scooted closer to the driver, laying her head in Holly's lap. She knew it was illegal, riding without her seatbelt in place. But hey, it wasn't like there was a cop any where near, right?

They reached the bluff that looked down upon the bay. Bridgette had been laying down, so she hadn't seen where they were until they got there. When she did, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She asked, "Why are we here?"

Holly didn't seem to understand Bridgette's dismay. The young stripper stepped closer to the cliff that dropped off toward the reclaimed port industrial area that was now a park and natural reserve. She pointed toward the far side of the harbor. "That's it."

As Holly followed her pointing finger -- aimed at the US Navy destroyer docked between an actively operational tugboat and a retired World War II battleship that was now a museum -- Bridgette explained, "That's it ... that's their ship. Is that why you brought me here...? What ... what's on your mind?"

Bridgette wasn't sure what Holly's game was: did she bring her here to talk about going after the men who'd treated her so brutally; or was she not thinking about it at all and simply wanted Bridgette to enjoy the view?

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy
"Eww...! Is that you, me, or a bit of both?" Clara said wiggling her fingers making Teddy laugh out loud before grabbing her hand and sucking her fingers clean.

"Mmmm, yummy." He stated seeing her shocked look as he winked at her.

Clara sat up, moving to sit with her haunches on her calves and heels. Looking down on Teddy's naked form, she smiled with delight, saying with a sincere tone, "I've never had a boyfriend like you. I'm so lucky."

It was meant to make him feel good, he knew that, but instead he felt like she had kicked him in the gut. The boyfriend/girlfriend thing was all Clara's, he had never said it to her, she had manifested it herself based on their time together. But when it came down to it what time had they really had? A couple of nights at the club enjoying sex together, and now this and from that the young woman had decided they were an item now, a thing, and Teddy didn't have the heart to hurt her by correcting what she said, so instead he smiled and reached out to take her hand and squeeze it softly as he admired her slim toned body and perky bare tits. The sun on her skin made her glow somehow, she looked like some Greek Goddess to him and his smile grew. She really was an amazing person, her beauty was much more than skin deep, she was a good person who cared about others and didn't deserve all this crap she had to live with, but Teddy was determined to fix that for her.

"You wanted to tell me something, beautiful?" He asked softly.

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday, 1pm
City Park
Bridgette and Holly:

As Holly followed Bridgette's pointing finger -- aimed at the US Navy destroyer docked between an actively operational tugboat and a retired World War II battleship that was now a museum -- Bridgette explained, "That's it ... that's their ship. Is that why you brought me here...? What ... what's on your mind?"

Holly stared, perplexed at the sudden outburst. She looked at the destroyer, clocking its name, before turning to the young girl and grabbing her hand to calm her down.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think ... I just have always enjoyed the view, it calms me down, I hoped it might you too, Sweety." She pulled Bridgette into her, hugging her, stroking her hair before kissing her forehead, then parting them a little so she could look into the schoolgirls eyes before kissing her lips. "Forgive me?"

She stroked Bridgette's cheek. "I am going to find those three sailors, and although I didn't meant to cause you upset, baby, you pointing out their ship gives me a place to start ... Bridgette, I need to tell you something about me. I was planning to do it today anyway, I didn't want a lie between us, or a misunderstanding maybe. I ... I'm not sure now might be the right time, now I already upset you ..."

Holly sighed, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Bridgette, I'm a cop." There, she had said it, she opened her eyes knowing this would really impact the young girl before her, but she kept hold of Bridgette's hands as she forged on. "Don't panic, you're fine, I'm not telling anyone about your age or how you got to work in that club unless you give me permission. I went to the club last night just to hang out with some friends, I didn't know I would meet the most gorgeous, beautiful, kind, caring, sexy girl I've ever seen in my life. Or that I would want to see her again ... but I did want to see you again, I do want to see you again, many, many times if you will let me."

Holly paused to let that all sink in.

"I can help you, with what happened to you last night, and with ... your problem at the club, the blackmail I mean. But I won't do anything unless we do it together and you are with me all the way. I won't keep anything from you, ever, but you have to be as open with me. I want to get you out of that club, I want to give you your life back, the life you deserve. I know this is huge, I know its a lot to take in right now. if you want me to drop you home and never see me again I will understand. I'll hate it, losing you so soon after finding you, but I'll understand and do as you wish." She looked into Bridgette's eyes, her own sad, but hopeful. "Just tell me what you want me to do, darling."

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia

The drive up here had been kinda relaxing, Marcus considered as he once again drove through the gates of Emelia D'Angelo's home. The new, black metal gates were bigger and tougher than their previous ones, but they still looked artistic in some way. In fact the entire front garden, drive and the house itself looked as good as new. Proof that if you could afford it anything can be done quickly. He parked up his Mustang next to the main doors and stepped out, taking a deep breath of fresh air as he enjoyed the view of the gardens. He had gone with casual dress again, as was his usual fashion choice. Today it was a tight white polo shirt that showed off his muscular shoulders, toned chest and back muscles. Blue denim jeans and black combat boots finished off the clothing choices. His sun glasses he took off and slipped into the open 'V' in the front of the polo shirt as he turned to the front door to find it already open.

"Philip, how you doing?" Cole asked the man standing there waiting for him.

They shook hands as Marcus stepped into the house, the coolness of the foyer area feeling chilly on his sun warmed skin.

"Doing good. The Donna will be down soon, would you mind waiting in the sun room? I'll have some refreshments sent through." The bodyguard asked with a warm smile as he gestured toward the room at the back of the house.

"Thank you. You know one day we'll have to grab a beer and chat, get to know one another a little better maybe?" Marcus offered getting a surprised raised eyebrow from the suited and booted man before him.

"Maybe." Was all the surprised Philip would offer in reply before turning and leaving.

Marcus chuckled at the mans eccentricities before walking through the house to the sun room. By now he had spent so much time here he knew the place pretty well, he even recognised the young maid who brought out some cold peach tea for him. He smiled at her and said thank you, using her name. She blushed a little but her answering smile made it all worthwhile. A little kindness could always make a person day easier and being recognised by someone she perhaps thought above and beyond her would, he hoped, make her happy. He sat back and admired the rear gardens of the house as he sipped his tea and waited for the Donna to arrive. And when she did, as always, it was well worth the wait.

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

Clara was too inexperienced with boyfriends -- though not with men in general -- to be able to read Teddy's reaction to her calling him her beau. Should he have reciprocated in some way? Should he have commented on her being his girlfriend? Clara simply didn't know, so when he changed the subject, it didn't occur to her that he might not feel the same as she did.

"You wanted to tell me something, beautiful?"

"Yeah ... yeah, I did," she said. She looked for her top and -- without also looking for her bra -- snatched it up and donned it as she told him, "It's about Dimitri ... Mister Greshenko."

Snatching up her panties, she stood as she explained, "He asked me to his office the other day between my sets. I wasn't sure what it was about..."

She hesitated, unsure if she should explain that she knew very well what her boss wanted: sex. Teddy didn't know that Clara was fucking Dimitri as well as she was him. He certainly didn't know that she enjoyed the Russian's cock and mouth as much as she did his either. It left Clara horribly conflicted about what she was about to tell the cop about her criminal boss.

"I was told to wait outside his office until he finished a meeting with someone," she continued, now donning her skirt and adjusting it around her waist. "While I waited ... well ... I could hear him and the other guy talking ... not every word ... but enough to know that they were arguing. The other guy -- I think his name is Nikolai -- he did something Dimitri didn't like..."

Clara hesitated, then sat again on the soft, cool grass. "Before I go any farther, I need you to promise that this won't get back to Dimitri. He can't know that I told you this. You know he'll hurt me, right...? I mean ... well, you probably know him better than I do."

She meant his being a cop, of course. Personally, Clara knew Dimitri intimately ... very intimately. She continued, "This guy Nikolai ... he ... wow, I can't believe I'm saying this. I never thought I'd hear something this horrific, let alone repeat it to someone. Teddy ... Nikolai ... he stole some girls..."

Clara hesitated again, trying to find the words to explain what she'd heard. "I know it sounds crazy, but that's what I heard. He stole a van full of girls from someone else. I'm not sure from who ... whom? Dimitri said something that sounded like accuse ya ... ack-i-suh ... I don't know. I only heard some of the words. Some of the time Dimitri was hollering in Russian.

"But I'm sure it was about stealing girls," Clara went on, "and I'm sure that Dimitri wasn't happy about it. I heard him say there will be repercussions. That means someone will get back at you, right ... repercussions?"

She listened to Teddy's response, then flinched in surprise at movement beyond him. Someone was looking their way, and although it was just another park enthusiast, it had startled her because of the topic at hand. Clara asked, "Can we get out of here? I need a shower." She smiled devilishly, finishing, "I stink of sex. I like it, but ... I'm meeting friends this afternoon, and I want them smelling you on me."

She laughed, leaned to kiss him, and stood.

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday, 1pm
City Park, Capital City
Bridgette and Holly:

"Forgive me?" Holly asked after realizing the effect on Bridgette of her seeing the ship on which the three sailors who'd brutalized her lived and worked.

When it finally sunk into her brain that Holly hadn't intended any harm to her, Bridgette eagerly joined in the hug the other woman had initiated. "Of course," she said. "I mean no ... you don't need to be forgiven. I misunderstood, that's all."

"I am going to find those three sailors," the older woman swore.

Bridgette wasn't sure how to feel about that. She'd never had anyone promise to defend her after she'd been hurt, physically or emotionally. Well, no, that wasn't entirely correct; a boy in high school had stood up for her after another one had ridiculed her in front of dozens of fellow students in the cafeteria, but it turned out later that it had all been a setup -- a good cop, bad cop ploy -- intended to get the second boy's cock inside Bridgette's pussy.

Unfortunately, she'd only caught on after she'd parted her thighs for the creep in the backseat of his car. To make matters worse, he'd promised to withdraw before cumming as Bridgette wasn't on the pill, and -- after he'd reneged -- she'd spent the next weeks in total fear of becoming an unmarried teenage mother.

Holly told Bridgette that she had something to tell her, which the latter assumed was something about how she was going to find the sailors and -- if she accomplished that -- what she was going to do with them. Instead, Holly shocked her with, "Bridgette, I'm a cop."

The 18-year-old's heart skipped a beat, her face went white, and her mouth fell open. Seeing this, Holly quickly said, "Don't panic, you're fine, I'm not telling anyone about your age--"

Her status of being too young to work at the 21-and-older strip club wasn't even a close second to what first popped into Bridgette's mind. She was a whore! She'd taken money to suck Holly's pussy. Okay, so, Holly sucked on hers, too. But still, even that -- being pleasured by your Joan -- was a felony charge in Capital City.

Holly went on, "--or how you got to work in that club unless you give me permission."

Again, the age thing came up. Bridgette realized that her heart was pounding hard and fast. What the fuck...? What's going on?

"I went to the club last night just to hang out with some friends," Holly continued.

Again, Bridgette's mind was filled with a quickly formulated thought: were all of Holly's friends cops? Was Teddy Franks? Teddy was now a regular of Clara Darwin. The two of them -- like Holly and Bridgette -- had had sex in one of the private rooms. If he was a cop ... oh, this was bad.

"I didn't know I would meet the most gorgeous, beautiful, kind, caring, sexy girl I've ever seen in my life," Holly continued. "Or that I would want to see her again ... but I did want to see you again, I do want to see you again, many, many times if you will let me."

Bridgette listened to what the other woman said and found her panic being replaced by confusion. She began hesitantly, "You mean..." She paused, trying to process Holly's words, then finished her question, "...you're not going to arrest me...? You're not, like, Vice...?"

Holly confirmed that this wasn't about a prostitution bust, continuing, "I can help you, with what happened to you last night, and with ... your problem at the club, the blackmail I mean."

Bridgette smiled a bit, realizing that she'd totally misunderstood the situation. Holly continued, "But I won't do anything unless we do it together and you are with me all the way."

Holly spoke more about what she was offering and what she wanted in the end: Bridgette's exit from the Black Heart and the control of Dimitri Greshenko. She finished, "Just tell me what you want me to do, darling."

The teen couldn't help but giggle with excitement. This was simply unimaginable. She leaned forward and took Holly into her arms for a tight hug before lifting her face to the taller woman and lovingly kissing her. They clutched at each other for the longest moment, during which Bridgette said with great sincerity, "No one has ever offered to do something so wonderful for me ... ever!"

After a bit, Bridgette pulled back and looked off toward the distantly docked ship. She considered what she and Holly could do together if they just put their minds to it: they could seek revenge against the sailors for how they'd treated her last night, or they could get Bridgette out of the Black Heart for good.

Either of those seemed almost impossible to Bridgette. Alone, they might have been, but she now had someone with whom she could work on them, and this someone was a cop! She looked back to Holly for a moment before an evil grin spread her lips.

"Do you really think we could find those sailors?" she asked, quickly adding, "I know that their ship is in port for another four days. They said they were leaving for Norfolk -- I think that's in Virginia, right? -- they're leaving on Thursday."

She listened to Holly's response, then -- after kissing the other woman with passion -- said, "I told you what they did to me, right...? The Circle William thing...? I think..." She paused, feeling a blush fill her face as she considered the proposal she was about to make. Chuckling again, Bridgette said, "I think I'd like them to know what it feels like ... to have someone do that to them ... all three of them."

She pulled her face back a bit more to better focus on Holly as the older woman grasped what she was proposing before asking, "Do you think that's something we can make happen?"

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia

"You know, one day we'll have to grab a beer and chat," Marcus suggested to Philip as the two were heading up the steps into the mansion, adding, "get to know one another a little better maybe?"

The suggestion surprised Philip, not because it was outrageous or inappropriate but simply unexpected. Marcus Cole was a Capital City Detective and, even more than that, the Supervisor of the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime; Philip Russo was the bodyguard and sometimes-Fixer for one of the most powerful Organized Crime bosses in Capital City.

Oh, sure, they were on the same side these days. But still, it wasn't your typical buddy matchup. He responded to Marcus's offer with a simple, "Maybe."

Emelia had, of course, expected the Detective's visit and, moments ago, been informed of his arrival. She'd walked to the windows looking to the driveway on the north of the house and watched him exit his classic auto and head up the steps. The Donna growled hungrily to herself, then laughed at herself.

She yearned for him even more today than she had that very first time they'd met. But she knew they couldn't be together ... or, at the least, shouldn't. Just as Philip was thinking, Marcus was a cop and Emelia was a gangster. And again, sure, they were on the same side.

But while she'd promised him early on that she would do her best to follow the law and let him take down the bad guys, Emelia had in fact put a bullet through the forehead of her greatest enemy, Giovanni D'Amato. She was also training a young woman, Jessie King, for an assignment that would likely end with the young woman also putting a bullet through the head of another Crime Family boss, Yosaro Osaka.

Emelia finished dressing and was heading for her 4th floor bedroom door when Philip knocked on the open portal. "Detective Cole has arrived, Donna ... but..." He waggled a cell phone before him, saying, "You might want to take this first."

She asked who it was and got an answer, and immediately she knew that this was going to take a few minutes. A devilish smirk spread her lips, causing Philip to ask suspiciously, "What?"

"Why don't you let our guest in the Lavendar Room know that Marcus is on the premises," Emelia suggested.

Philip's lips spread in a smile as well. He asked, "Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked.

Philip hesitated before answering, "Because I know how you feel about Detective Cole ... and--"

"Tell him I'm going to be an hour or so," Emelia cut her bodyguard off, adding with an even wider, even more devilish smirk, "And make sure our guest knows that, too."

Philip hesitated, not because he had any thoughts of not doing what he was told but because he was unsure of what the result of those orders might be. Finally, he gave Emelia a respectful nod and headed away to do as told.

Five minutes later, as he looked out upon and appreciated the gardens spread out across the back property of Elmhurst, Marcus caught the sound of heels on the tiles of the sunroom and turned to find not Emelia D'Angelo ... but another woman who he knew intimately well.

"It's good to see you, Marcus," she said as she approached him, a wide smile lighting up her face. The gray dress she wore displayed her wondrous curves, from her firm, natural DDs to her shapely hips. She leaned down to kiss him on the cheek before sitting in a chair near him. "It's been a while."

After they finished their greetings, Camille informed Marcus, "Donna Emelia says she's going to be an hour or so ... important phone call, Philip says." She looked toward the pool, then back, suggesting, "If you wanted to take a dip, there are a number of swimming trunks in the Pool House ... or ... if you wanted ... we could go up to my room. I've been assured that Donna Emelia is perfectly fine with that."

 

[PennySaver]

At the Hanson Building, 2pm
Jennifer and Devon:

After the morning meeting broke up and she claimed one of the 4th floor bedrooms for herself and, presumably her Untouchable lover, Jennifer dragged Devon away from some paperwork in the team's main suite for a little afternoon delight. Everyone else had disappeared from the building on whatever task was filling their minds, and since she didn't have anything that had to be done immediately, she figured what better time to chase after a little sexual euphoria.

Apartment 410 was far from being a furnished apartment, but the one thing it had had in it was an abandoned and relative clean mattress laying on the floor of the only bedroom. Now, as they lay side by side naked, staring up at the ceiling while their bodies slowly moved toward states of post-coital bliss, Jennifer said from out of the blue, "I need you to come with me to the Road Rat's headquarters tonight and pretend you are my drug supplier ... and ... when you get challenged by the MC's Sergeant-at-arms ... I, um ... I need you to get in a fight ... and lose."

Rolling to support herself on her elbow and look into Devon's face, Jennifer grimaced and asked, "Whaddaya think...? Sound like a fun Sunday night?"

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

As Clara mentioned Greshenko's name, Teddy quickly got focused. This was, after all, the whole point of him trying to gain her confidence and use her to get intel that he and the Untouchables wouldn't otherwise have been able to get. He hated to use the term 'use, even to himself, but that's what it felt like and he hated it. He hoped, when the time came, that Clara would understand why he had done what he did.

"He asked me to his office the other day between my sets. I wasn't sure what it was about... I was told to wait outside his office until he finished a meeting with someone," Clara said, now donning her skirt and adjusting it around her waist. "While I waited ... well ... I could hear him and the other guy talking ... not every word ... but enough to know that they were arguing. The other guy -- I think his name is Nikolai -- he did something Dimitri didn't like..."

Nikolai, that name was known to Teddy as one of Greshenko's top lieutenants. The man had a reputation for viciousness, even amongst his own people, but he had also been very effective which was why Greshenko kept him in his place.

"Before I go any farther," Clara said pausing, "I need you to promise that this won't get back to Dimitri. He can't know that I told you this. You know he'll hurt me, right...? I mean ... well, you probably know him better than I do."

Teddy took her hand in his and smiled up at her as she knelt over him adjusting her clothing. "You know I would never do or say anything to hurt you, Clara. As for letting Greshenko know you told me anything? I'd rather die first." His firmness of voice told the young girl how serious he was, and he was totally serious. He would rather them kill him than for him to let on Clara had leaked information to him.

"This guy Nikolai ... he ... wow, I can't believe I'm saying this. I never thought I'd hear something this horrific, let alone repeat it to someone. Teddy ... Nikolai ... he stole some girls..." Clara hesitated again, trying to find the words to explain what she'd heard. "I know it sounds crazy, but that's what I heard. He stole a van full of girls from someone else. I'm not sure from who ... whom? Dimitri said something that sounded like accuse ya ... ack-i-suh ... I don't know. I only heard some of the words. Some of the time Dimitri was hollering in Russian."

"The Yakuza?" Teddy offered in way of clarification.

My God, he thought, if Nikolai had stolen a shipment of young Asian girls from the Yakuza he must have a death wish! Teddy ran a hand through his messy hair as he blew out a breath at the very notion of what Clara had just told him. The Yakuza and the Russian Bratva had never been true allies, there was simply to much bad blood between them for that, but Dimitri Greshenko had, for the most part, calmed things down between them in Capitol City. This though? This would blow the top off the whole thing. No wonder Dimitri had been yelling at his lieutenant. Nikolai was lucky he had left that office alive.

"But I'm sure it was about stealing girls," Clara went on, "and I'm sure that Dimitri wasn't happy about it. I heard him say there will be repercussions. That means someone will get back at you, right ... repercussions?"

"Yes, Babe, it does." Teddy nodded as he thought over all the implications.

This really was a bombshell. He had never honestly known what Clara might end up giving him in the way of information, and this hadn't been what they had been angling for. It wouldn't help them end the child prostitution that Greshenko had going on the down low, but it was serious and it was something Marcus needed to know about.

Clara asked, "Can we get out of here? I need a shower." She smiled devilishly, finishing, "I stink of sex. I like it, but ... I'm meeting friends this afternoon, and I don't want them smelling you on me."

She laughed, leaned to kiss him, and stood.

He held her closer a second longer as she tried to pull back, the kiss deepening before he let her go, smiling and standing, still buck naked before her. He bent, picking up his own clothing and starting to dress. It almost made him laugh that here he was hidden from the general public by a few bushes and trees, naked, having just fuck this gorgeous girl, and he wasn't at all shy about it. He had always been very self aware, very quiet and intense, but since joining the Untouchables he had come out of his shell with a vengeance.

"I'll drive you home, darling." He said, now in his jeans and boots, but still shirtless as he curled an arm around her slender waist and pulled her against him with a devilish smile. "I like smelling of you too, for the record. You worried if your friends pick up my scent they will want me too?"

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday, 1pm
City Park, Capital City
Bridgette and Holly:
The up's and down's of Bridgette's emotions as Holly delivered the news was evident to the older woman, the young girl was not good at hiding her feelings. Holly hoped to hell she never got sucked into poker or she would lose the shirt off her back ... which would not be an entirely bad thing if it were just she and Holly playing the Swat officer thought to herself, but finally it seemed Bridgette was on the same page as Holly and after a war kiss they held each other in their arms.

"No one has ever offered to do something so wonderful for me ... ever!"

Holly's expression got a little sad hearing that from the gorgeous teen. What sort of upbringing had she had that she felt her parents or friends wouldn't of stood up for her the way Holly was right now. But that didn't matter now because Holly would take Bridgette under her wing and protect the girl she swore to herself.

"Do you really think we could find those sailors?" Bridgette asked, quickly adding, "I know that their ship is in port for another four days. They said they were leaving for Norfolk -- I think that's in Virginia, right? -- they're leaving on Thursday."

"Yes, Norfolk, Virginia, its the main naval base and shipyard on the East coast." Holly nodded. She turned her own eyes to the destroyer, thinking. "Yes, I think we can find them. Did you get names, maybe they called each other by name while they ... while you were with them? Nicknames, perhaps? or did you notice any tattoos that might be unique?" She stroked the young girls cheek softly. "I know its painful to remember, but the more you can give me the easier it will be for me to find them, I promise."

Bridgette nodded, "I told you what they did to me, right...? The Circle William thing...? I think..." She paused, feeling a blush fill her face as she considered the proposal she was about to make. Chuckling again, Bridgette said, "I think I'd like them to know what it feels like ... to have someone do that to them ... all three of them."

She pulled her face back a bit more to better focus on Holly as the older woman grasped what she was proposing before asking, "Do you think that's something we can make happen?"

To say Holly was shocked at the idea would be an understatement, but she did understand where Bridgette's need to see the men suffer came from. A small smile started to form on Holly's lips as she considered the idea. She would need to find three men up to the task ... or ... three women and three strapons .... or one other woman if she and Bridgette took part themselves. Maybe actually fucking the sailors herself would help the teen get rid of a lot of the mental anguish she felt at what boiled down to rape in Holly's book.

"I think we could figure something out, yes ... how involved do you want to be baby? We need to think this through. Do you want them done by men, or do you want them done by women ... maybe you, me and a friend?" She asked.

As to finding the three sailors, if Bridgette could just come up with information on one of them she could probably find all three. One thing she knew about the military was that friends stuck together. The three sailors came from the same ship and felt comfortable enough in each others company to Circle William the young girl in front of each other. That meant they were close friends. So, find one, then find out who he hung with and it would give Holly all three. Luckily she had an in. During a joint SWAT/NCIS raid on a warehouse a few months back one of the NCIS agents had made a not very subtle attempt to pick her up. She still had his name and number, not really because he stood a chance with her, but in case something like this had ever happened. Always be prepared she thought with a sly smile.

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia

"It's good to see you, Marcus," Camille said as she approached him, a wide smile lighting up her face. The gray dress she wore displayed her wondrous curves, from her firm, natural DDs to her shapely hips. She leaned down to kiss him on the cheek before sitting in a chair near him. "It's been a while."

For a moment, Marcus was actually speechless. He had assumed the sound of heels on the hard wood floor had been Emelia and he had been looking forward to laying eyes on her, not that he was disappointed in what he was laying eyes on of course. His smile grew naturally and it was obvious he was very happy to see the black woman.

"It has ... to long." Her scent wafted around him as she leant in to kiss his cheek. The warmth of her body so close was felt on his bare skin ... God he had missed her so.

"Donna Emelia says she's going to be an hour or so ... important phone call, Philip says." She looked toward the pool, then back, suggesting, "If you wanted to take a dip, there are a number of swimming trunks in the Pool House ... or ... if you wanted ... we could go up to my room. I've been assured that Donna Emelia is perfectly fine with that."

Cole chuckled, since the death of her boss the Senator, by her own hand no less, Camille seemed more confident somehow, more focused even. He had started to notice the change from the first moment he met her of course, when they started working toward bring the Senator down, but now she almost glowed it seemed. Her announcement that her bedroom was available to them had Marcus's cock start to thicken and harden straight away, the thought of seeing that smooth soft skin, those luscious curves naked again had him licking his lips. But he glanced at the pool and then the warm sun, and then tried to image Camille in a bikini and his cock went straight to fully hard. The pool itself, though overlooked from the upper floors of the mansion had a bit of privacy at one end and naughty thoughts flooded his mind.

"Well, I am sure your room is as gorgeous as you darling .... but ... how about you join me in the pool?" Marcus stood and took her hand, helping her rise from her chair, their bodies so close now as he looked down into her dark eyes. "I'll go change ... do you want to join me in the pool house, or is your swimsuit in your room ... or we could skinny dip?" He laughed, wondering if anyone would actually complain if they did.

 

[Gabe619]

At the Hanson Building, 2pm
Jennifer and Devon:
After every sexual escapade they had Devon felt more and more energised. How Jennifer did it to him he didn't know, he almost felt like one of those mythical creatures that drained energy from their lovers ... what were they called? ... Incubus was it? Whatever, all he knew as he lay beside the naked young woman was that he was happy, more happy than he had been in years.

"I need you to come with me to the Road Rat's headquarters tonight and pretend you are my drug supplier ... and ... when you get challenged by the MC's Sergeant-at-arms ... I, um ... I need you to get in a fight ... and lose." Jennifer suddenly stated.

"Huh?" McCauley exclaimed not at first realising what she had said, but then taking it in.

Rolling to support herself on her elbow and look into Devon's face, Jennifer grimaced and asked, "Whaddaya think...? Sound like a fun Sunday night?"

"And why, please tell, do you want your boyfriend to get his ass kicked by some leather clad biker smelling or beer and cigarette smoke?" Devon asked looking up into Jen's amazing eyes as he reached up to stroke her long blond hair?

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon
Clara and Teddy

"I'd rather die first," Teddy vowed when Clara expressed her fear of Dimitri Greshenko learning that she was the young cop's source regarding the theft of the shipment of girls that belonged to the Yakuza.

They both finished dressing before getting back into Teddy's truck for the drive back to Capital City. He'd joked about her friends picking up the scent of their sex on his body, something that might drive them right into his bed. To ensure that Teddy understood he had no need for any of her friends, she laid down across the seat with her head in his lap and sucked his slow and erotically until he pulled up in front of her house. Only then, did she repeat her newly discovered talent for deepthroating and drive him to emptying his balls into her mouth as she had at the Black Heart last evening.

"I have to work tonight," she said reluctantly as she kissed Teddy, the taste of his cum still present on her tongue. "Will you come?" She smiled and giggled, repeating with a different meaning, "Cum ... get it?"

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday, 1pm
City Park, Capital City
Bridgette and Holly:

"Yeah, I do," Bridgette responded when Holly asked if she really wanted to find the sailors.

"Did you get names," the cop asked. "Maybe they called each other by name while they ... while you were with them?"

"While they were raping me...?" Bridgette clarified. Sure, they'd paid for the pleasure of her time and body, but she hadn't known they were going to attack all three of her orifices simultaneously and she had in fact begged no on several occasions. She thought about the question a moment, then answered, "I only remember first names ... Rob ... Clint ... one of them they called Skip, but I don't think it was his name ... a nickname."

There was another way to get the sailors' names, but Bridgette was hesitant to try it. She told Holly, "They -- the sailors -- they weren't members. I remember that. Someone they knew arranged a guest pass. I, um ... I can find the name of the member. But I can't find the name of the sailors. Do you know anyone who can?"

Bridgette didn't know anything about the Untouchables and, therefore, didn't know anything about Mephisto. If anyone could get into the Black Heart's computer to find the payment records for that night, it would be him.

"I think we could figure something out, yes..." Holly said, asking, "how involved do you want to be baby?"

Bridgette thought about her answer a moment. She wanted the sailors to pay for what they'd done to her, but she herself was not a violent person. Could she sexually assault a man, with a strap-on or dildo or multi D-cell Maglite? (That last option was something she'd actually seen in a really gross porno online once. The female porn queen had, of course, acted as though she was enjoying herself, but Bridgette hadn't believed it.)

"You're a cop," she reminded Holly unnecessarily. Sheepishly, she asked, "Maybe you know someone ... some ... really sick dudes that might ... you know..."

Bridgette didn't want to say rape three sailors. She was, after all, talking to a police officer.

A chill ran up her spine, which might have been due to the conversation but which she blamed on the breeze passing over the bluff by saying, "It's cold. Maybe we should go?"

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia

"It has ... too long," Marcus responded to Camille's reminding him of how long it had been since they'd seen one other or, even more important, been together. When she suggested they either go to her room or take a dip, he asked, "How about you join me in the pool?"

He mentioned skinny dipping, to which Camille smiled. She backed toward the pool, holding Marcus's hand and leading him. Just a couple of feet before reaching the edge, she released her hold on him. She reached a hand to the small of her back, pulling at the bowed strings that held her dress tight about her waist. Reaching up to behind her deep black hair, she pulled the matching bowed string at the back of her neck.

Her dress fell from her body to the tiled patio deck, leaving her in nothing more than a tiny black thong and her heels. Smiling at his reaction to once again seeing her wondrous breasts and hourglass figure, she slipped her thong off her hips, letting it, too, fall to the deck. She stepped out of the heels, backed a step, laughed in delight, then turned and dove with precision into the pool. Her hands and legs propelled her out into the pool under the surface. Then, as she popped up and smoothed back her hair, she smiled again.

"C'mon, slowpoke," she taunted. "We only have an hour ... and we've got some time to make up."

A flash of light caught Camille's attention, and she looked upwards. Beyond a now open window on the 4th floor, Emelia looked down upon the pair, a cell phone to her ear. She didn't immediately show emotion in her face; she was jealous of what the other woman was about to enjoy. But then, smiling wide to feign happiness for Camille, Emelia gave her a thumbs up before turning away from the window.

 

[PennySaver]

At the Hanson Building, 2pm
Jennifer and Devon:

"And why, please tell," Devon asked, "do you want your boyfriend to get his ass kicked by some leather clad biker smelling or beer and cigarette smoke?"

Jennifer smiled, trying to hide her embarrassment in asking such a strange thing of her lover. "Okay, so ... here it is..."

She sat up, her legs crossed before her; her firm B-cups were on full display, though, she pulled the bedding over her lap to hide her pussy, which would have otherwise be opened as if waiting for a visitor.

"I already approached Mephisto about this," she began explaining, "but he said I needed to go through Marcus ... and Marcus split before I could ask, so ... that's pending. Anyway ... I need to see what's in the wall safe in the MC President's office. Now, I know that the wall safe opens on a revolving digital keypad combination. And I know that that combination is created by a program on the laptop.

"The problem, of course ... I can't get onto the laptop, which is why I need Mephisto," Jennifer continued. She held up a door key, saying, "I can already get that little keyboard tapper through the backdoor; I lifted a set of keys off one of the MC's officers while playing pool the other day and copied it. But ... I need a distraction."

She smiled playfully, waiting for Devon to show that he understood what she was asking. She clarified, "I thought ... maybe a fight might be the answer. But ... if you win the fight ... the other bikers are going to get involved and you'll get hurt. I mean, seriously hurt."

Jennifer leaned forward, taking Devon's face into her hands and kissing him lovingly. She finished, "I don't want you to get hurt, baby. I just want you to make the SAA think he hurt you."

 

[PennySaver]

Kylie Parker -- Sunday afternoon

It had been a long night for Kylie, which wasn't unusual, of course. After having her gambling debts forgiven by Emelia D'Angelo for capturing Giovanni D'Amato, she'd had a little extra money for hitting the poker tables and -- to survive those nights -- purchasing cocaine to keep her buzzed, sometimes until sunrise.

It had been just after dawn when she'd gotten home, and she'd gone straight to her bed and flopped face down upon it. She used her toes to kick off her boots ... and was out like a light. It was midday before she finally roused, stripped, showered, and gorged on a healthy bacon, eggs, and pancake breakfast, all of its component parts microwaved after being pulled from boxes in her freezer. Kylie was no cook.

After three cups of coffee, she was ready to send her report to Detective Marcus Cole. That night in the alley behind Emelia's Masque, they'd discussed how they were going to communicate with one another without the fear of being discovered. Mesphisto had supplied the answer after Kylie had told him about an ingenious little device she'd seen on the internet.

They'd hidden a Bluetooth transmitting device in the layers of her favorite leather coat that could record via an equally well-hidden microphone. Kylie had nixed any thoughts regarding a device that would send live transmissions due to the possibility of it being detected, and Marcus had agreed with her.

The beauty of this method was that once Kylie was somewhere safe, she could activate an App hidden in her smart phone that would then activate the Bluetooth transmitter, sending the audio recordings to the phone. Then, Kylie sent the recordings to a dark web account the Untouchables' hacker had set up. It was a totally undetectable system ... unless someone decided to rip Kylie's coat apart, looking for a bug.

Kylie had recorded the conversations at the Saturday night poker game being hosted by conspirator Harry Evans from Organized Crime, Marcus's Division prior to the Task Force. She'd made enough subtle comments about her own annoyance with the Untouchables that Evans and the other conspirators had brought her in on their plan. Last night, after the poker players who weren't part of the operation had departed, the group -- now numbering 8 men and 3 women -- gathered around Evans's living room and began talking about specifics.

Kylie offered what she could at times, wanting to ensure that the others took her as a serious component of the conspiracy. It was hard for her because -- while she'd been bent for more than a decade -- she'd never been involved in the cold-blooded murder of another person, particularly another cop.

At one point, she was asked if she could help with the surveillance of one or more of the Untouchables. Her response was immediate and firm: "Absolutely. Devon McCauley. He and I go way back. He was one of my TOs when I first joined the force. If, by chance, he was to spot me tailing him, I'm sure I could convince him that it was just coincidence."

"And you don't have a problem with it being an old friend?" Evans asked.

"I said we went way back," Kylie said, adding, "I didn't say we were friends. My third year he reported me for taking a bribe. The charge didn't stick, but it cost me another two years to make Detective. No, I have no problem with this ... or with his fuck toy."

"Officer Jennifer Kennedy," Evans said with a matter-of-fact tone. "We heard that maybe they were dating."

"Bumping uglies almost since they met, I heard," Kylie said; it was inaccurate but good for the story she was telling. "Story is she's a squeaky-clean rookie who'll never be like us, so..."

The discussion went on for another hour or so, with most of the Untouchables being assigned surveillance. Evans informed the others, "The Task Force is investigating Bratva boss, Dimitri Greshenko, at the moment ... looking into his teen prostitution ring and sex trafficking."

"He's behind on his payments," another one of the conspirators pointed out. "Six months ... over a hundred grand."

"So, we'll let the Task Force finish that ... teach him a lesson," Evans announced, "Then, we get started. To pull this off, we have to hit every member of the Task Force within just minutes of one another. That includes Shovelli and her boy Harmon."

"What about the new girls on the block?" another conspirator asked, looking around for help with the names. Yet another dirty cop piped up, "Riland and Wright. My contact at the DA's office passed me the names a couple of days ago."

"All of them ... same time," Evans confirmed. He looked around for agreement and got a consistency in nodding heads. He stood with a bottle of single malt and walked around, filling the glasses of all who were drinking it with him; the others raised their tumblers or other alcohol or bottles of beer. Evans lifted the almost empty bottle in his hand and toasted, "To touching the Untouchables ... and getting back what belongs to us ... Capital City and control over Organized Crime ... salute!"

"Salute!" the others toasted.

After the toast, the conspirators headed away to their own homes, totally unaware that everything they'd said would be available for their intended targets half a day later.

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia
Marcus watched Camille slowly undressing for him by the pool, a small smile on his lips as the dress fell showing her incredible curves. His eyes swept over her, taking it all in like a starving man seeing a four course dinner spread before him. As he panties came down and she kicked her shoes off, Cole eyes focused on her pussy and he could almost taste her, his mind bringing back their last play date. As she laughed and turned to dive into the pool he was treated to a view of her firm, round ass cheeks as she vanished below the surface only to pop back up as if her breasts were a flotation device.

"C'mon, slowpoke," she taunted. "We only have an hour ... and we've got some time to make up."

He laughed and kicked off his boots before pulling the polo shirt off. He didn't rush, despite her egging him on. She had given him a lovely show, he felt it was only fair he did the same for her. He threw the shirt to the chair he had been sitting in, turning back to let her look over his chiselled six pack chest as he slowly popped the button on his jean, unzipped and pushed them down his legs, pulling them off his legs one leg at a time. They joined his shirt on the chair and now he stood there in just his boxers. The large tent threatening to rip them apart would be obvious to the lovely black lady treading water and his smile widened as he let her get a good look before he pushed them down and kicked them off too, then, hard cock leading the way, he dived into the pool too.

The cool water on his sun warmed skin was a pleasant shock to the system. He swam half the length of the pool before surfacing and shaking his head to scatter the water from his hair as he grinned at Camille. He thought he noticed movement upstairs at an open window, but when he looked he saw no one. With a shrug he ducked beneath the water again and swam toward the black girl before surfacing behind her, his chest against her back, his hard cock rubbing her gorgeous ass as his hands slipped around her waist and cupped her tits, thumbs tweaking the nipples as he slowly kicked his legs to stay in place with her.

"I have really missed you, Camille, all of you, not just your body, but ... you inside." He wasn't sure he was making himself clear., but he kissed her neck softly.

Mephisto had been keeping close tabs on Camille since the last time they had met her although Cole had been sure why. He hadn't asked the hacker to do so, but he had allowed it as the man would give him updates to make sure Camille was ok. Marcus had no idea just how close Mephisto and Camille had gotten during the Senators death, or that the Hacker had killed, murdered the Senator himself for what he had done to Camille.