"Going Straight" (closed)

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia

Camille admired Marcus's body as much as he did hers. He was firm and muscular, though real as opposed to one of those 8-hours-a-day gym type guys who thought they were God's gift to women (or sometimes to other men). When his boxers came down to reveal his already hardening cock, she smiled broadly, delighted to see that he was obviously as happy to see her as she was him.

After he dove into the water and, like she had, propelled himself under the surface for a distance, Camille did consider the other Untouchable with whom she'd had the most wonderful sex. She was fairly certain that Marcus and Mephisto didn't know about the other's involvement with her; Camille doubted very much that either of them would have continued their involvement with her without at least bringing up the other man, followed by either You need to choose which of us you want to fuck or I don't care if you fuck him, too. With neither of them going to one of those two very different statements, Camille felt sure her secret was safe ... for now.

Camille had never been the two-men-at-one-time type of girl. That didn't include her time as State Senator Eric Davis's play toy, of course, when he'd often let other men partake or her or had shared her with them. The last time he'd done that was the night that he and Keith Randall -- one of Capital City's wealthiest and most powerful businessmen -- had brutalized her in Davis's office. That, of course, had ended with Camille and Mephisto killing the men.

"I have really missed you, Camille," Marcus told her when he swam up behind her and pulled her into his arms. He added, "All of you, not just your body, but ... you inside."

She laughed at that, asking, "My insides?" She knew that wasn't what Marcus had meant yet still giggled at it. She kissed him, saying, "I've missed you, too ... and ... missed you inside me, too."

Camille wriggled from Marcus's grasp, swimming to the pool's edge and turning her back and lifting her arms to grasp the curved tile lip; they were in over their heads, though, she didn't think that was going to be a problem for long. "C'm'ere."

When Marcus reached her and slipped his hands under her arms to grasp the pool's edge, Camille lifted one leg after another to clasp her feet behind him, just over his muscular buttocks. A little bit of maneuvering, and she felt his rock hard cock at her now well-presented hole. With her hands around his shoulders and back and her legs pulling him tighter to her, she moaned in delight as she felt him penetrate her.

"It's been too ... long..." she moaned softly, pressing her mouth to his in a long erotic kiss. Soon enough, Marcus was fully inside her; she was tight, what with not having had a man inside her in months, and as he began stroking in and out of her, Camille grimaced at first before telling him with great happiness, "God, you feel ... so good inside me ... Marcus."

She'd hesitated a moment before speaking his name, for a moment fearing unnecessarily that she'd been about to say Mephisto instead. She smiled and laughed, short but loudly, recalling having done that once when she was a high schooler and had dumped one jock for another yet spoken the first's name during orgasm. For a long time, Camille had ceased using names during sex, instead choosing endearments: baby, honey, lover, and such.

It didn't take the two of them long to find a rhythm that matched the movement of the water in which they fucked. The pool became almost a third participant in their love making, as if another lover at Marcus's back, urging him in and out of Camille. She grasped tightly around Marcus's neck, her hands crossing over the back of his skull as she pulled his face into the crook of her neck, desperate to hold him with all her might as the pleasure rose and rose and in seemingly no time at all had her crying out in ecstasy at the euphoria exploding through her.

"Don't stop!" Camille cried out between gasps, "Don't ... stop ... don't ... until ... until you ... cum...! Cum in me ... Marcus ... cum in me!"

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus & Emelia
As Camille wrapped her body around him, her full, firm breasts pushing into his chest, the hard nipples rubbing his wet skin, Marcus growled under his breath. She brought out the animal in him. He didn't know why, maybe her scent, maybe the way she loved sex and he knew it, whatever it was he found it so fucking stimulating. As his cock found its home, parting her lips to push inside, half way, and then the rest till he was snuggly squeezed by her warm pussy, her arms around his neck as they stared into each others eyes.

As she groaned out his name his hips began to pump steadily. He couldn't recall ever having had sex in a swimming pool before, so the motion of the water on his body, the slight resistance as he thrust back and forward inside the gorgeous black woman before him was certainly different. He kissed her neck, nibbling the smooth skin there as she pulled his head down to her shoulder as she panted harder and harder. He could feel her tightness gripping his shaft, milking it even before she found her end, but as she cried out in pleasure, her orgasm exploding inside her he kept going, ramming harder now, pushing her into the edge of the pool as he bit her neck just enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt really.

"Don't stop!" Camille cried out between gasps, "Don't ... stop ... don't ... until ... until you ... cum...! Cum in me ... Marcus ... cum in me!"

He began to grunt as he felt his own orgasm nearing, he pushed again her, her back to the wall of the pool, her arms around his neck, her legs his waits and ass pulling him into her. He lifted his head from her shoulder and stared into her beautiful big brown eyes as, with a sudden tensing of his body, his cock started to pulse and shoot cum deep inside her. It kept firing, as if there was endless deposits of cum inside him somehow. he thought he was never going to stop cumming, but finally, with a sudden gasp for air, his body began to relax, his cock giving one, two, three last throbs as it made sure every drop was inside her, then he grinned like a schoolboy.

"You are incredible." He told her before kissing her hard and deep.

After a few more minutes of cozy hugging and making out in the pool, Camille giggled and they both left the water, droplets streaming off them and Cole hypnotised by the way it dripped from her breasts and hard nipples. He grabbed two towels, handing one to her as they both dried off, then with one last deep kiss they both began to dress again. It took Marcus longer as Camille really had only her thong, bra and dress to shimmy into before they both sat down at the table just talking and sharing gossip like tow close friends, which, he realised happily, they very much were.

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon, Hanson Building: Mephisto and Gale

Mephisto was hard at work on the task set for him by Ashley. It would take a while to sort through the files she had stored and even just to find them all. He appreciated the fact she hadn't had time get them all in order before being caught, but it was still frustrating for him to have to spend what he considered his valuable time digging through them. He also had his normal duties as the Untouchables pet hacker to undertake and it seemed more and more they needed his services, not that he really minded. He had known what he was getting into when he approached Cole and asked to join up. Hearing the door open he glanced that way only to see Gale walk in and wave to him.

"Hey .... busy?" The police officer asked with a smile as he wandered over.

"Always." Mephisto answered, though not in an annoyed tone of voice. He remembered his and Gales flirting when the man had first been introduced to the team. It seemed ages ago now and the two hadn't had time, or a reason, to chat since. "What can I do for you?"

"My boss, Laura, asked that we combine our talents to try and flick through the potential leaks at her office? She asked Marcus if that would be ok and he had agreed?" Gale stopped, looking down into Mephisto's blank expression. "I take it he hadn't got around to telling you yet?"

"No, no he hadn't."

The young hacker got a thoughtful look on his face, then shrugged. It might make things go easier if someone who knew the people at the DA's office was with him to go through their files, and he could think of worse things than to have this stud close to him while he worked. He nodded to an officer chair next to the couch where it had been left after the big meeting earlier that morning.

"Pull up a chair, handsome, and we'll see what we can see."

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon: Holly
Holly had dropped Bridgette close to her home. The young girl had asked she not drop her off at her door in case her parents saw them together. Right now she had managed to keep her night time activities from her family and she wanted to keep doing that as long as possible it seemed. With one last kiss the girl had slipped from Holly truck and with a wave ran off up the street toward her home. Holly had turned around and headed back into town, but pulled into a gas station not far from her own home to fill up. After doing so she pulled her phone from her pocket and flicked through her contacts. She got to a listing of 'NCIS Burdett' and pressed call.

She had met Agent Burdett on an op where NCIS and the cities SWAT unit had had to cooperate as the warehouse they were raiding was on city property. After the successful mission, as she had been loading the SWAT van to go back to base, Paul Burdett had wandered up and started chatting. It hadn't taken long for Holly to recognise the intro to a chat up line, but she hadn't the energy to stop his speech till he got to the part of 'maybe we could catch a drink some time?' at which time she had smiled, thanked him and informed the Agent she was pretty busy. Not to be deterred Burdett had offered his phone number in case she changed her mind. That had been two months ago.

"Hellllo." The male voice said cheerfully when the call connected.

"Hey, Burdett? It's Holly ... SWAT Holly?"

"Oh, yeah, hey there. How have you been? I see SWAT's been pretty busy, your all over the news these days. Keeping safe?"

That surprised Holly a little, that he would lead by asking after her safety rather than leap into another chat up line. Maybe he wasn't the ass she had thought him to be.

"So far so good." She replied, a smile on her lips which lightened her tone of voice. "Listen, I know we never got that drink, but I wondered if perhaps I could ask a favor of you?"

"Sure, what do you need?" Burdett asked still as cheerfully.

"I need the names and shift patterns of three sailors from the USS Acheron, the destroyer docked at the city wharf right now."

Things went quiet on the other end as Holly knew they would.

"Are these three guys in trouble? You know if they are you need to let NCIS deal with it, it is why we are here you know?" A slight level of indignation there Holly saw, but not a total shutdown.

"Let's just say they can help me with my enquires and leave it at that, Paul? It's nothing NCIS need to worry about believe me. They aren't in any serious trouble, but they may of seen something, a crime, a rape, and I need to question them." Holly said softly, almost intimately, hoping her voice might help cut through Burdett's concerns, and placing a lie inside a truth might help him swallow it too. After all, they had seen a rape. They were the ones doing it, but it was still the truth.

"And you promise me they aren't implicated in any way?" He asked.

"Absolutely. Trust me if they were I would hand this over to you in a second. I just need to nail down where to find them when they are off duty for an off the record chat." Which again was almost true. She knew that by the time she was finished with them they would be humiliated wrecks, but she also knew there was no way three navy studs would ever tell anyone what happened to them, their pride wouldn't allow it.

"Ok, well, tell me what you have and I'll try to hunt them down for you." Burdett finally replied after a moments thought.

"Not much I'm afraid, first names only, well, two first names and a nickname, but its a pretty sure bet they hang together so find one and you'll probably find them all. So it's Clint, Rob and Skip." Holly read off.

There was a pause, probably where Burdett was writing the names down before he sighed and spoke. "Not much, would be almost impossible to find three guys on a ship of 323 crew by their first names, but Skip helps narrow it down some. Leave it with me, I'll get back to you when I find them .... so, about that drink?"

Holly laughed, "Find my men for me and we'll see, ok?"

"I'll get right on it now I have incentive." Burdett chuckled. "Be seeing you, hot stuff."

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday night: Devon and Jennifer

The Road Rats HQ was, as Jennifer had told him, inside a bar on the interstate outside the city. No big shocker there, most all biker gangs had their HQ's in bars, made the trip to get another beer shorter. Devon pulled his beat up pick up truck into the dirt car park, the headlights illuminating the rundown building with a wooden porch outside, neon signs promoting beer and pool and a long line of hogs parked up in front of the bar. He parked and got out as he watched Jennifer pull in behind him on her motorbike. He smiled, she looked fucking amazing in the leathers, he might have to have her dress up as a biker chick for him the next time they had sex. He grinned to himself at what she would say to that, then looked toward the bar. Standing outside were what could only be bouncers. It was amazing to Devon that all the bouncers he had ever met that worked at shabby dives like this were tall and fat and mostly bearded, like these two numbskulls. There were two of them, both wearing guns under their denim jackets, neither even attempting to hide them.

He walked over to Jennifer and nodded to the two guards and grinned. He hadn't been to sure about her plan, cause a distraction so she could sneak in back to find the safe, great, but these type of fights tended to go from fists to knives very fast, assuming no one went for a gun. He could hold his own in a bar brawl, he knew that much, even at his age. However the plan was to lose, but not lose so bad he got hurt. Just lose long enough she could do what she needed to do.

"You ready, Gunner?" He asked as they made their way to the bar under the watchful eyes of the two bouncers.

He had a gun stuck down the back of his jeans, but it was for show mostly. If he had turned up unarmed they wouldn't of bought him for a drug supplier, so he had a gun that he knew they would remove from him moments after the introductions were made. Finding a reason to start a fight would be the easy part, simply checking out on of the idiots girlfriends would do that much, but Jen had wanted him to fight the Road Rats sergeant at arms, so the main security dude. Assuming the leadership of this mob had any braincells to rub together they would have handed over security to someone with the skills to enforce it, which meant he wouldn't be drunk or drugged up and not liable to be looking for a fight straight off the bat. Devon would have to get creative.

 

[PennySaver]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus, Camille, & Emelia

"You are incredible," Marcus said as he came down from his climax.

They kissed deeply, with Camille still clutching his head in her hands; she didn't want to let him go, ever. Until Marcus -- and later Mephisto -- it had been so long since she'd actually enjoyed sex.

They emerged from the pool, dried, dressed, and found seats at the glass table. Camille caught Marcus up on what Senior Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli had been doing with her: grand juries, depositions, testifying -- mostly in closed courts for her safety -- and more.

"In between, I just hang out here," Camille said, sounding a bit depressed. "There's not much to do ... television, cards. Philip and I play Gin Rummy, and every Tuesday night Graham -- he's one of the guards -- he hosts a poker game ... dollar, two dollar blinds ... nothing high stakes."

Puffing out her lower lip, she complained, "No sex, though." She smiled, giggled, and clarified, "Emelia offered me a, um ... professional ... you know, a gigolo. I guess he's the best at what he does--" Again she giggled, adding, "--which I hear is everything."

She laughed again, then -- turning her head at catching movement out of the corner of her eye -- waved excitedly to the Emelia as the other woman approached. The Donna arrived at their table, leaning down to kiss Camille on the cheek and -- seeming to surprise him -- kissed Marcus on his cheek as well.

"I'm sorry about the delay," she apologized as she sat in a chair to the other side of Marcus from Camille. She looked to the Detective, saying, "I hope our friend kept you entertained."

Camille yet again giggled, knowing full well that the other woman had seen her strip to her birthday suit and leap in the pool, followed by Marcus doing the same. She said with humor in her tone, "I did what I could."

Emelia looked up to the maid delivering a platter with both a fresh pot of coffee and a pot of hot water accompanied by a container of tea bags. She looked specifically to Marcus, asking, "Would you prefer wine ... beer ... something stronger maybe?"

After he answered, Emelia sent the servant off, then looked to Camille. With a polite tone and smile, she said, "I'm sorry, honey, but Detective Cole and I need to talk about some things. Do you mind?"

Camille's expression faded toward the disappointed, but then turned chipper again, not wanting Marcus to see that disappointment. As she stood, she said, "No, of course not." She reached out a hand to Marcus, wanting to touch him one last time before she departed, then said, "It was good to see you again, Detective."

She gave Emelia another glance, smiled, turned, and headed off, her heels clicking across the patio's brick surface. At the back door to the house, she paused to look back to Marcus one last time, smiled, then disappeared.

"She's a beauty," Emelia said once Marcus turned back to her. "It was good for her to visit with you, Marcus. She's been ... lonely."

She wanted to say horny but didn't, knowing how inappropriate it would have been. She waggled her cell phone before Marcus, explaining, "The call I received ... it was from a source I have inside the Osaka Yakuza ... a very high-end escort." She smiled wider, saying, "You'd like Pamela, I'm sure. Of course, she books for almost three grand a night."

Emelia sipped from the cup of tea she'd poured and brewed, then continued, "Over the last week or more, Yosaro Osaka has been meeting with his Lieutenants far more than usual. Pamela says the Yakuza were expecting a new shipment of Asian girls, what, ten days ago now, I think. They never arrived ... or have been unavoidably detained. I asked Pamela if she knew why. She didn't. I asked her if she could find out. She was hesitant to delve into it ... but told me she would find out what she could."

 

[Gabe619]

Sunday afternoon, Elmhurst: Marcus, Camille, & Emelia

"The call I received ... it was from a source I have inside the Osaka Yakuza ... a very high-end escort." Emelia smiled wider, saying, "You'd like Pamela, I'm sure. Of course, she books for almost three grand a night."

Marcus shuddered at the thought of that price tag. "I don't think I'd like her that much." He stated with a smile.

Emelia sipped from the cup of tea she'd poured and brewed, then continued, "Over the last week or more, Yosaro Osaka has been meeting with his Lieutenants far more than usual. Pamela says the Yakuza were expecting a new shipment of Asian girls, what, ten days ago now, I think. They never arrived ... or have been unavoidably detained. I asked Pamela if she knew why. She didn't. I asked her if she could find out. She was hesitant to delve into it ... but told me she would find out what she could."

Cole sat back with his green tea, something Devon had told him to try out as he was worried the leader of the Untouchables was running on caffeine. It actually wasn't as bad as Marcus had imagined. But his mind was focused right now on what Emelia had told him. If this Pamela was right and the Yakuza had misplaced a shipment of girls ... well, they wouldn't have, he had to acknowledge. Human trafficking was a big enterprise for the Yakuza, in more than one way. Yes, they allowed families or anyone really to pay them an extortionate amount of money to come to America, only to then tell them they would be working off the debt in kitchens, warehouses, even as Yakuza soldiers, basically the people became indentured slaves. The other form of trafficking was young Asian girls to fill the brothels the Yakuza ran. New girls were always needed as age, injury or sever punishment for acting out took their toll of the existing group of girls. It had been something the CCPD had shouted and rattled their sabres a lot about to get public support, but in reality the Yakuza made sure the right people were paid off for their business to keep going smoothly.

"There's only one reason old Yosaro would be circling the wagons with his lieutenants." Marcus began after thinking it through. "If it had simply been a lost ship at sea it wouldn't have required the top brass meeting up to discuss it. The only other reason for the shipment not to turn up is that it was intercepted by someone. I know the FBI, Homeland and ICE haven't been doing any operations in the city so it's not a law enforcement effort either which only leaves one option left." He rubbed his eyes suddenly feeling tired as he realised what it meant. "One of the other Families must have stolen the girls, and if that happened it won't take Yosaro long to find out who and then all hell breaks out ... again."

He put his tea back on the table. "The only other group with a big enough human trafficking angle are the Russians. The Yakuza and the Bratva have tiptoed around each other about that for years now, but neither are stupid enough to start a war over it. Besides, the Bratva tend to bring in girls from East Europe, the Yakuza from Asia, two different locales that shouldn't impede the other Families business. I suppose it could be the Columbians trying to get in on the game, but again the small amount of trafficking they do is from Mexico and South America and not to the same levels as the other two. Plus they aren't big enough in CC yet to try something this risky, especially with Royas coming up to visit them soon." He paused, trying to think outside the box. "Unless one of the low level Columbians wants a seat at the table and thought impressing Maria with this act might win him points. Boy, will he be wrong if that's the case."