"Going Straight" (closed)

[PennySaver]

(OOC: Imagine the chaise lounge below in an old brick walled loft surrounded by artist's supplies and easels and such, not where it is in the image.)

Samantha, Richard, and Mephisto:

The body language between Samantha and Mephisto, as well as the show that Richard had put on at the bathroom door, left no doubt as to whether the three of them in some arrangement or another would imminently become intimate with one another. When Mephisto asked what she was going to do to keep him happy while Richard was occupied, Samantha smiled broadly, laughed, and asked, "What aren't I going to do?"

Samantha slid out of Mephisto's lap, into which she'd been slowly but surely moving, and took his hand, telling him, "Come with me."

She led him across the room, down from one dais across to and up another until they were standing in what was essentially an art studio. Samantha nodded her head toward a chaise lounge, then told him, "Take your clothes off and take a pose. I want to be able to see you. You know what I mean ... yes?"

She searched through canvases leaning against a nearby wall until she found the right one. It was a somewhat abstract vision of the portion of the dais on which the chaise lounge sat, a work that she'd done without a human model to complete the scene. Samantha then spent a couple of minutes squeezing thick oil paints of a variety of colors out onto a palette, mixing them with wooden craft spatulas to create a variety of shades.

And all the while she was taking peeks at Mephisto, enjoying the slow exposure of his body. She hadn't expected him to be as fit and attractive as he was. Oh, she wasn't Richard, who spent an hour a day every day working on his body for both the purpose of being fit for his work and being beautiful for his wife and their occasional sex partners.

But Mephisto wasn't what Samantha would have expected from a computer geek. She thought they were all weak and white and sometimes flabby around the middle from hours and hours of sitting before their screens eating poisonous carbs and caffeine rich energy drinks.

"You're beautiful," Samantha told him ultimately.

"He is," came Richard's voice from behind her. Samantha turned to find her husband approaching; he was drying his hair with a small towel while a larger one was wrapped about his waist. He climbed the two steps to the art studio, shared an erotic kiss with his wife, then looked to Mephisto and asked boldly, "Is there room for a second, my friend?"

If their guest said there was indeed room for two, Richard would drop his towel and join Mephisto on the chaise.

 

[Gabe619]

The bold request to undress amused Mephisto who began to do so right away, but he didn't hurry, there was no need. He peeled off the ever present hoodie, then unbuttoned his shirt, folding them both and placing them on a nearby chair. This allowed the view of his upper body. He had abs, was toned, not pale skinned which tended to shock anyone who knew him when he bared his skin around them, and was pretty much hairless. Wolf lean would be a description that fit him. Then he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to show tight black briefs which outlined his firm ass and crotch. The pants went the same way as his shirt and hoodie. He pulled his socks off and then finally pushed the briefs down. He placed them on the chair just as Richard re-joined them. Mephisto turned to look at the husband and wife, his shaved hairless crotch now visible as was his slowly thickening cock. It was cut and looked a good size, maybe 7" though not hugely thick it was still more than adequate for the task at hand.

"There's always room for a second." The hacker stated as Richard dropped his towel displaying his cock and balls again.

Mephistos smile widened as he openly admired them, then lent back on the chaise lounge, one leg bent, one arm resting over the knee as he winked at Samantha.

"I confess I have never posed before." He said as he held out a hand for Richard to join him on the chair. "How would you like us?"

 

[PennySaver]

Richard, Samantha, and Mephisto:

"There's always room for a second," Mephisto said when Richard made clear his desire to become involved.

Samantha's husband dropped his towel and strode over to the couch as the other man confessed that he'd never posed before.

"There's nothing to it," Richard said as he neared Mephisto, his slightly more impressive cock and muscular body right there for the hacker's viewing pleasure. "My wife has a way of making her subjects comfortable. Call it a bedside manner."

As Mephisto welcomed Richard to join with an outstretched hand, he asked Samantha, "How would you like us?"

"Do what feels natural," she answered, leaving the decision up to the men.

Richard, who'd taken the other man's hand and moved to kneel on the chaise lounge, smiled at the opportunity.

"Samantha has plenty of works featuring me," he said. "Let's put you front and center, shall we?"

Richard maneuvered to slip in behind Mephisto, laying back into the couch and pulling the other man back into him. Caressing a hand over the smooth skin of Mephisto's body -- over his chest, his belly, his thigh -- Richard lifted his charge's knee up to fully reveal the man's personals to the woman at the easel.

The way they were laying, with the taller Richard behind Mephisto, the former's stiffened cock poked out into view between the hacker's ass cheeks, pressing against the latter's balls.

"That's perfect," Samantha said. After a moment though, she said to her husband, "But perhaps..."

She didn't finish; Richard knew what she wanted. With his right arm around Mephisto's neck and that hand playfully toying with the younger man's hair, Richard's other arm reached over the waist of the hacker until that hand found a very stiff shaft.

"Is this okay?" Richard asked Mephisto as he slowly but firmly began stroking the man's cock. He turned the other man's face to his own and leaned in, making it clear that he wanted to kiss his guest on the mouth.

 

[PennySaver]

Camille with Marcus (and Emelia) at Elmhurst:

Marcus's cock was sunk deep in Camille's mouth and throat when the first twitch announced his imminent orgasm. She pulled back slowly, replacing her mouth with her hand, grasping him tightly and stroking his shaft hard and fast. He leapt in her mouth, sending huge, thick spurts of salty cum out onto her tongue.

Camille's gaze was firmly on her lover's face, watching his reaction to the euphoria filling him. It was a beautiful sight to her, seeing Marcus cum like this. She'd been working his cock with her lips and tongue and fingers for quite some time, longer than most women could even consider, let alone achieve; she'd primed him with great skill, care, and desire, and when he finally erupted it was as if she'd struck oil on a Texas plain.

Again and again and again Marcus's cock leapt between her lips, with so much cum flooding her tongue that Camille swallowed once as she pumped him then swallowed once more. She was tickled with herself for causing him such obvious pleasure.

Would Camille have felt the same if she'd known Marcus was seeing Emelia in his mind's eye, down between his thighs, sucking him so skillfully? Maybe; maybe not. An hour earlier, she'd been imagining herself sitting atop Mephisto's groin, taking the hacker's cock in and out of her warm, wet hole. At this point in her life, Camille would be happy partaking of sex with anyone who wasn't State Senator Eric Davis.

"Is this heaven?" Marcus asked, looking down to tell Camille, "Get up here you sexy black goddess and kiss me."

She was milking his cock for what remained of his cum. Smiling, she swallowed and rose to meet him, kissing him; she tasted of him still, which some men didn't like, but Marcus showed no signs of disgust or regret as they kissed and clutched and set forth toward fucking themselves into a lather...

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It was just after dark when Marcus awoke with a start, looking up to see Emelia sitting on the edge of the bed. His hostess had a finger to her lips, indicating a need for silence. She peeked over at the other woman, who apparently was still cooling down from the heat of her two hours of sex with the Detective; Camille was laying on her belly, the bedding pushed down past her bare ass.

"She's an incredible woman," Emelia whispered, admiring Camille's perfect, firm butt. She looked back to Marcus, saying, "You're a lucky man."

Standing gently as to not shake the bed and still whispering, she told Marcus, "Something has happened. I'll be down in the library."

Emelia didn't actually say get out of bed, we need to talk, but the implication was obvious. She was about to depart when Camille -- still soundly sleeping -- rolled slowly to her back. Emelia gave the beauty a long look, smiling; Camille's breasts were wondrous, and with the bedding down to her thighs and her legs slightly parted, the pink flesh of her inner labia was contrasted against the ebony of her outer pussy.

The irony here was mind boggling: Emelia wanted Marcus for herself, of course, yet at the same time she unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of putting them upon those delicious folds of feminine perfection. She looked to Marcus and again said, "You're a lucky man." But then she added, "Or perhaps Camille is a lucky woman."

She turned and departed, heading down to the library.

 

[Gabe619]

Mephisto was so relaxed and so enjoying himself. There wasn't an ounce of tension in his lithe body as Richard slipped in behind him. In fact feeling the mans body warmth and his cock rubbing on the back of his thighs and ass stimulated the hacker enormously. He smiled at Samantha as her husband lifted his leg to expose his cock and balls to the artist, and then began to softly stroke Mephisto's already rock hard cock. The hacker hissed softly in pleasure, Richards fingers felt so smooth on his dick and the scent of the just showered man behind him was lovely to his senses. He let his smaller slimmer body fall back on Richard's as he heard the man ask him if this was ok and slowly tilted his head backward. Without answering, Mephisto simply smiles and let his lips touch his bodyguards. It started as a soft intimate kiss, but what with his cock being so expertly caressed and knowing Samantha was watching, the young hacker felt his passion rising as the kiss got heavier.

"Mmmm, you taste good, Richard." Mephisto finally stated as their lips parted and he smiled, his own hand slipping back to caress Richard's smooth thigh and hip and finally cup his toned ass and squeezed. "Do we try to stay still for you to sketch us, Samantha, or are we allowed to move a little."

As he spoke he started to softly grind his small tight ass back against Richard's cock, the mans dick sliding up between his ass crack to be rubbed up and down as Mephisto slowly moved his hips up and down just enough to get Richard's attention. He smiled at Samantha.

"Your a lucky woman, Samantha, his cock feels so good back there."

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus had been dreaming and as he awoke suddenly to find Emelia standing over him and Camille he wondered for a moment if the dream had come to life. He blinked his eyes listening to what the D'Angelo Donna said, his thoughts a little muddy from tiredness and just waking up. He glanced at Camille as Emelia admired and complimented the black woman's body before walking out with her mysterious comment about something having happened. A flicker of fear arose in him, what could have happened at this hour to force Emelia to come wake him? Only something bad surely.

He ran a hand through his ruffled hair and scratched at his scalp hard to get the blood flowing in his head. Desperately he tried to remember the dream. He knew it had been wonderful, the last vestiges of warmth, of happiness from it were still flickering through his mind and body. He knew Emelia had been in it, had been a big, important part of it. They had been together somewhere, somewhere warm, alone, holding hands ... that much he recalled, but even as he tried to bring it all back into focus the dream evaporated like fog under the morning sun. With a sigh he rolled naked from the bed and turned to look down at the sleeping Camille. He could spend hours just looking at that body he realised. Put her on a pedestal at the cities main museum of art and just watch the money roll in as artists, writers, creators in every vein would flock to admire her and use her as their muse.

Looking around for his clothing which had, as the two of them had enjoyed their sexual gymnastics on the bed, got thrown all over, Cole quickly dressed, pulling on his boxers, jeans and grabbing his shirt. He didn't bother with shoes and socks, if this was important he should see what it was first then plan a course of action. Opening the door of the bedroom he padded bare foot out onto the soft carpet in the hall and closed the door. Then as he began pulling his shirt on he walked down the stairs to the library and pushed open the door, walking in with his shirt still undone to find out what Emelia needed of him.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto:

"Mmmm, you taste good, Richard," Mephisto purred as the two men kissed softly but erotically.

Samantha's husband kissed the hacker again, whispering, "This feels so good ... so right ... you feel so good."

Richard could feel Mephisto sliding his ass cheeks up and down the more sensitive underside of his rock-hard erection. He pressed harder against the man, heightening the sensation. He couldn't help but imagine lowering his cock's bulbous head until it sat at Mephisto's anus and pushing inside him. He wouldn't, though; not now, anyway. This moment wasn't about his own sexual gratification, though, if he was able to pleasure Mephisto's prostate, Richard wasd both enjoy it.

But no, this was less about imminent gratification and more about simply getting to know the other man ... and, of course, satisfying Samantha's creativity, too. Richard glanced to his wife just as Mephisto was asking, "Do we try to stay still for you to sketch us, Samantha, or are we allowed to move a little."

"Move all you wish, Mephisto," Samantha answered, returning his smile. "Enjoy yourself."

Richard slipped his right left hand down from Mephisto's shaft to fondle his balls as his right hand lifted the man's chin to open his neck to wet kisses, before once again the two men's mouths were engaged in deeply erotic kisses.

"You're a lucky woman, Samantha," Mephisto told her when his lips got a moment. "His cock feels so good back there."
"I know," she said with a devilish smirk. Samantha had been the anal recipient of Richard's cock in the past as well, though, they usually saved that particular sexual act for the men they shared. She caught her husband giving her a knowing look. She shrugged, saying softly, Ask him?"

Richard kissed Mephisto again, then whispered, "I'd like to fuck you ... if you think you'd like that, too."

Neither of them had specifically asked Mephisto if he was bisexual or gay. He was obviously enjoying what Richard was doing to him; Samantha's husband had returned to stroking his cock long and slow. But did he do more than this? If he hadn't before, would he want to now?

Richard would never simply shove his cock inside the hacker's ass, and if he was to be asked to do just that, there was still the matter of retrieving lube and a condom.

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia and Marcus in Elmhurst's Library

Emelia was sitting in a deep, comfortable armchair near a roaring and real fire when Marcus entered. She gestured him to a chair sitting on the other side of a small round table on which sat two mugs, already steaming with rich coffee. Philip Russo was in a distant corner with his own steaming mug, leaning against a bookcase as he perused a growing number of texts from contacts across the City and across the various organizations involved in its operation, from CCPD to the FBI, from Lieutenants of the D'Angelo Family to traitors from rival Families.

"My people tell me that Chief Trevor Slattery has escaped," Emelia told him even as he was just taking his seat. She glanced at Marcus's cell phone, wondering if it was blowing up in silent mode with messages from his own people. "Two Officers at the jail are dead. Two more have been taken to Capital City General with life threatening gunshot wounds.

"From what we've heard so far and what we can presume from it," she continued, glancing off at her chief intel provider, three, possibly four armed men infiltrated the detention center, took out the men guarding Slattery, and slipped him out of the parking garage.

"Now ... we know where he is," she said, her tone one of confidence. "The D'Amato's are hiding him in Building 12 in the Jackson Projects ... on the east side."

She didn't need to tell Marcus that last part, of course. He was certainly very knowledgeable of JP as it was one of the most dangerous, most crime ridden neighborhoods in the City. The JP was a majority Black community that was generally defined as the 25 blocks between State Highway 44 to the north, Interstate 405 to the east, and the curving City Slough to the south and west.

A legacy of racism and government mistreatment had resulted in the JP becoming the poorest community in Capital City. Poverty, of course, had resulted in other problems, just as in many large cities: drugs, prostitution, property crimes, violence including the highest rates of murder and rape in the City, and more.

Despite the JP's population being 96% Black, there was no major Black gang or Family in control of it. For years, decades even, infighting between smaller Black gangs had prevented consolidation of them. The major Crime Families -- the Italians, the Russians, the Jews, the Columbians, and the Yakuza -- had all made alliances with these smaller gangs, only to pit them against each other.

"Building 12 is in the D'Amato-aligned portion of the JP," Emelia went on. "It's well guarded by well armed gang bangers. Do they still use that phrase, or is it considered racist?"

She listened to Marcus's reply, then asked, "Do you think it's worth trying to get him? I mean ... I don't see us getting in and out of there without suffering loses."

Emelia noticed Marcus's reaction to her using the word us and not you. She explained, "Philip has told me that he can offer as many as 12 loyal men to help retrieve Slattery ... if that's what you want to do."

 

[Gabe619]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto:
Richard kissed Mephisto again, then whispered, "I'd like to fuck you ... if you think you'd like that, too."

The hacker was shivering in delight from the soft kisses to his neck that Richard had given him. He felt almost feminine in the way the man was touching and kissing him, he liked it. He had, in his time, subbed for men, and dom'ed men. He had been a twink in his younger years, he had even dressed in girls clothes at times. Sex had become a voyage of discovery for the lonely man, a way of finding human contact when he had no family or close friends of his own. He had found what he needed in the arms o men and women. At Richards soft question, Mephisto turned his head and kissed the man hard in reply, grinding his ass on Richards shaft. The husband and wife had raised his horniness levels and he needed this. He reached back, gripping the husbands cock in his fingers, feeling the thickness and running his fingertips up and down it.

"I would love it." The hacker final said in answer to the question, though he felt sure that Richard and Samantha had already picked up on his acquiescence. "But go slow, I haven't had something this big for a while now." He glanced over at Samantha, still at her easel. "Would you have any lube .... I'm going to need it, at least to start."

 

[Gabe619]

Emelia and Marcus in Elmhurst's Library:

Cole listened to the information Emelia was updating him with as he slowly buttoned his shirt half way and sat in a chair opposite her. The Projects, oh, wonderful! He thought to himself. The police never ventured there unless they went in force. More than a few had been injured, even killed patrolling the whole district alone in their cars. As to Slattery being broken out of jail, that was a bold move by the D'Amato's, they must have thought the ex-Bureau Chief had the goods on the D'Angelo's and were only keeping him alive till he gave them up. They had certainly chosen a secure, and dangerous place to hide him in. Considering the condition of the Projects he was sure Slattery was not having much fun. He wondered if the D'Amato team who sprang the Chief had left 'evidence' that it had been the D'Angelo's, going to get their man. A False Flag operation to cast suspicion on their rivals while they got away scot free. Well, until someone found out what they had done. He had to admire Emelia's intelligence gathering resources, the police had nothing like it, but then they hardly paid their CI's that well to bring in prime information.

"Yes, we still call them Gang Bangers. It might be racist, but it is still accurate, and these days its pretty much used to describe any street gang member." Marcus answered Emelia's question as he let his mind work on the problem. Her suggestion they go in and grab Slattery made him sit up and take notice, more so when she mentioned Phillip thought he could supply twelve good men. He glanced over at the man in question standing in the shadows.

"Even the cops don't go into the Projects unless they have no other choice." He replied softly as he still chewed over options. "There are more than a few gangs and their small territories tend to change daily as they fight. It would be pointless to try and offer a cease fire so we could go in unharmed, especially as I am sure the D'Amato have already paid them to stay out of their hair and block any attempt to gain entry. We would have to fight our way in step by step and although the other gangs might not like their competitors they are very territorial, anyone from outside is an enemy to them all." He reached for his coffee and sipped it as he nestled it in both hands, still trying to see things from all angles. "They won't have the best weapons or equipment, but they do have numbers. The only way I can see to make it work would be to go in and make it a top down operation. If we can learn which apartment he is in, even just the floor number it would give us an idea."

He leaned forward his expression focused now.

"If they have him in a top floor apartment, which I imagine they do to keep him as far from the gangs and anyone venturing in from ground level, then it would be quite an easy job to drop men on the roof, make entry via the fire escape or elevator access hatch, move to the apartment, grab the man in question and either fly him out by helicopter or take him down to the garage and have someone waiting there to whisk him and the team away. Once we are outside the Projects the gangs won't be interested anymore and we would be free and clear."

The plan was audacious to say the least, even suicidal perhaps, but Cole was sure it was the best way to make a rescue work.

"You would need a helicopter pilot who has been under fire before, just in case anyone decides to take pot shots at him. The last thing we need is the helicopter juking around when we're trying to get aboard or abseil down from it. The helicopter would have to be big enough to fit the team, their equipment and Slattery if we can take him out by the roof. Maybe a Black Hawk if you can get your hands on one. If we're going out via the garage then we'd need an armored van with a good driver, again big enough to carry the entire team. This would be a specialised operation, my team isn't up to it yet, but then we don't want a huge team for this op anyway, six should do it." As an ex-Marine, Marcus had been a part of such operations before. They worked best when shock and awe were on your side. Take the gangs at the Project by surprise, don't give them time to figure out what the hells happening and it might be a lot easier. Again, Cole looked at Phillip with a smile. "Your an ex-Ranger, I could use you for this if you want in and I know you would know exactly the right people from the D'Angelo soldiers to bring along on this little joy ride. What do you say, Phillip?"

 

[PennySaver]

Philip, with Emelia and Marcus in Elmhurst's Library:

"Yes, we still call them Gang Bangers," Marcus said in response to Emelia's concern over whether she was sounding racist when talking about the Black gangs in the Jackson Projects.

Philip listened in silence from where he was standing in the corner; he was busy reading and responding to text messages coming in from his contacts across the crime and law and order spectrum. While Emelia hadn't had much first hand, personal experience with the people of the JP -- residents, criminals, both, or neither -- Philip had.

His involvements with the community had been more personal than professional. He'd met a beautiful woman from the neighborhood and -- unknown to his boss -- conducted a clandestine affair with her off and on for almost two years. During that time, he'd come to know some of her friends, many of whom were in a D'Angelo-friendly street gang or at the least associated to it.

This relationship with a projects girl, as she'd even called herself when with him, had taught Philip a bit about the layout of the projects and the ways in which the gangs used them for their own gain; and while Building 12 -- where Slattery was being hidden -- wasn't in the neighborhood he'd sometimes visited, Philip knew that the JP's apartment buildings were all identical in construction and layout.

Listening to Marcus, he was picturing the entrances, the hallways, the dangerous corners, even the elevator shafts, rooves, fire escapes, and wet walls.

"They won't have the best weapons or equipment," Marcus said, "but they do have numbers."

"Tec-9's, Glocks with extended clips, Uzi's..." Philip offered. "As you said, they have the numbers. The Families..."

He looked toward Emelia, who had turned to look his way. By the Families, Philip was including the D'Angelo's, of course. He continued on another tack, "Do you know much about the Cold War, Detective? The US and the USSR, in an attempt to gain and maintain control over Third World countries, flooded those countries with weapons. We ... the Families ... we've done the same with the Jackson Projects, I'm afraid to say.

"But, just as with the Cold War," Philip continued as he began a slow walk toward the pair, "We only supplied them with what they needed to kill each other ... not turn around and kill us. So yes ... guns they have ... but they won't have night vision ... flash grenades ... other stuff that I'm sure your team -- when including your SWAT friends -- have plenty of. So, we have that going for us at least."

Marcus went into detail about their options for extracting Slattery. He looked to Philip, saying with a tone of professional appreciation, "Your an ex-Ranger, I could use you for this if you want in and I know you would know exactly the right people from the D'Angelo soldiers to bring along on this little joy ride. What do you say, Phillip?"

Again, Philip looked to Emelia. He'd been involved in his share of dangerous actions on behalf of the Family and, before that, the people of the United States of America as a whole. But since he'd become Donna D'Angelo's bodyguard, he hadn't done that kind of work. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting hurt or even killed. Philip's concern was of not being there for Emelia if something was to happen to him.

"I can't get you a Sikorsky," he said in reference to Marcus wanting access to a Blackhawk Helicopter. "But I have access to a Bell Iroquois ... a Huey. It's more than enough to get you team onto the roof. However ... you're not likely to get out that way. First, you have the possibility of dealing with casualties. A man laying down bleeding from a bullet hole takes up more space than a man who arrived to create bullet holes."

Philip wasn't telling Marcus anything he didn't know or, more than likely, had already considered. He continued, "Second, once the gangs realize we got there from the roof, they're gonna start peppering your ride with bullets from every direction. The gangs aren't going to care whether you're there for them or for one of their rivals. They're going to see this as an invasion of the JP by outsiders.

"So, my advice would be ... get them from above, leave from below," Philip continued. "There are utility tunnels that connect all the buildings. They're supposed to be secured with gates and locks, but the gangs took those out long ago. They use the tunnels for cooking meth ... hiding their stashes ... brothels, believe it or not."

Philip hadn't yet answered Marcus's question about whether or not he wanted in for the little joy ride. He once again looked to Emelia; his boss was looking at him with a concerned look because, obviously, she knew what his answer would be. He looked to Marcus again, drew and released a deep breath.

"One of the strengths of Organized Crime, Detective," Philip said, his tone informative, as if giving a history lesson, "is that we are not restricted by the rules you follow in Law Enforcement. We don't require search warrants ... we don't worry about probable cause ... we aren't concerned about collateral damage..."

Philip glanced to Emelia, saw the questioning expression on her face, and corrected, "Well ... other Families don't. We do of course."

He again took a moment to draw and release a settling breath, then clarified where he was going with this. "If you think it would help ... if you would approve it ... my team can hit Building 12 from the tunnels and from ground level ... to draw the men protecting Slattery away from him ... and presumably from the roof."

Again, he glanced to Emelia before looking back to Marcus and speaking of the dangers. "We will do our best to avoid collateral damage ... harm to innocents. We can use flash grenades and bean bag shotguns when possible." He hesitated a moment, then finished, "My point is ... we can do this ... the dirty work ... while you can't."

 

[PennySaver]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto:

Richard's sexual experiences were as wide and varied as Mephisto's; he'd both had his cock in other men's mouths and asses and had other men's cocks in his mouth and ass, too. But while enjoying another man with Samantha, Richard was typically what those who liked to use labels called a Top.

It appeared that he would be again for this moment in time when Mephisto responded to Richard's yearning to fuck him with, "I would love it."

Richard pulled the other man's mouth to his again for another long, erotic kiss as down below he continued to slowly but tightly stroke Mephisto's cock from base to bulb and back. The larger man pressed his shaft hard between the other's ass cheeks making a cock sandwich as he promised, "You will enjoy us."

And Richard did mean us, of course. He and Samantha had been a team in everything they'd done throughout their years together, and this -- pleasing a third party -- was one of the things they enjoyed doing together more than anything else.

"But go slow," Mephisto whispered between deep kisses. "I haven't had something this big for a while now."

Richard smiled wide, asking, "Is that a compliment on my cock?" He kissed Mephisto once more, then said, "I sometimes think it's too big for what I like to do with it."

He meant fuck men, of course. Richard had, in fact, run into situations where his male Subs had had issues with his larger than average size. He made up for it with gentleness, as he would with Mephisto.

"Would you have any lube?" the hacker asked Samantha, who was still very actively painting away at the easel. "I'm going to need it, at least to start."

"Of course," she said, setting her brush and pallet aside. She went to a nearby antique lamp stand, opened a drawer, and came away with both a squeeze bottle of lubricant and a condom. She dropped to her knees before them, handing Richard the rubber while she opened the bottle and looked to Mephisto. With a very sincere tone and expression, she told him, "We are so glad you are here with us."

She leaned into the hacker and put her mouth to his for a kiss that was very much like those Mephisto had been receiving from her husband, with the exception that Samantha's tongue was more animated against his own. Her hands also found Mephisto's cock and balls, replacing Richard's in the work they were doing pleasuring their guest.

She purred to him, "Would you like me to put your cock in my mouth while my husband continues to get ready, Mephisto?"

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus listened closely to Phillips comments. The man was smart, though Cole had always known that, and his loyalty to Emelia was without question. His words on the cold war and how it was reflected in microcosm in the Jackson Projects both intrigued Marcus and horrified him. The Families were playing the balance of power game in the Projects making sure if one gang got better weapons from one Family then another would send their allies the same level of weaponry so no one had the upper hand and the cold war went on. In essence Cole supposed by doing this they had managed to stop the Projects from exploding into all out war while still maintaining a grip on parts of the neighbourhood for themselves and using the gangs for small time work where they didn't want to get their hands dirty.

"A Huey would be just fine." Marcus responded after hearing that Phillip could lay his hands on one.

The venerable helicopter was first put into service in the 1959 and yet it was still going strong today in all its different variations. Mostly used for medevac duties in the Army and Marines there were still ground support varieties sometimes used with missiles and door mounted machine guns. It could hold between 11-14 people with equipment or six stretchers. Phillip's worry that they couldn't use the roof to exfiltrate was a concern, but it was one they could get around, especially with his idea of hitting from the tunnels to distract the guards around Slattery. Cole mulled it all over.

"I don't think this should be an official Untouchable operation. To much risk of fatalities to SWAT if I led them in, and as you say risk of collateral damage to innocents and property. It wouldn't look good in the press, not as we are still in the honeymoon phase after the Governor just declared we exist. If this goes bad it could all come crashing down before we really get started, but we can't leave Slattery in the hands of the D'Amato's either." He paused looking off into space as he worked the angles in his head. "I'm not saying I value you and your people less than mine, Phillip, but if the press get to know that SWAT members or God forbid some of my team get killed while pulling this off it will be bad. But if D'Angelo soldiers die in a gang fight the city won't care. It's heartless to say, but it is true." He now looked at Emelia. "If we do this we use your people and I will ask for volunteers from mine, but we go in without the shield of being official police officers."

Shifting his shoulders in the chair he got down to the details.

"I think your idea of hitting them from below as a distraction is a good one, Phillip. If we time it right we might find little to no resistance around Slattery. So I propose an attack by you and your people from the tunnels then five minutes after the shooting begins my smaller team arrives on the roof. That should provide enough time to pull away the guards while not leaving your people in an unwinnable situation for to long. The Huey can carry up to 14 people, I'll go in with six, make it quick and heavy, take out any guards still there and retreat to the roof and the helicopter. I estimate the entire grab will take no more than a few minutes depending on where in the building he is. As for weapons fire on the Huey, unless they are using sniper rifles from adjacent roofs we should be fine. I'll make sure we have a support gunner on the Helicopter with a 50cal to give it some protection. As soon as we are aboard and away I give the signal and you get out of there fast." He paused to watch Emelia and Phillip's faces. "What do you think?"

 

[Gabe619]

"Oh, it is very much a compliment on your cock." Mephisto smiled as he reached back to caress Richards cheek. "I love how it feels in my hand, and I know I'm going to love how it feels in my ass. I want it all inside me, please?"

The last word was asked in an almost submissive tone of voice, as if Richard was in control and the hacker was merely hoping his Master would give him this small consideration. Then as Samantha returned with the lube and condom Mephisto entered another kiss, with Richard's wife this time. The difference between them was thrilling to the young man as he moaned softly as his tongue tried to keep up with Samantha's. He felt her fingers slide around his cock, her touch a little cooler than Richards, but her skin felt softer somehow and her dextrous fingers made him quiver in pleasure as she fondled his cock and balls. All he could do was nod as she offered to suck his dick while Richard prepared himself and seconds later he sighed and closed his eyes as her soft red lips descended over his bulbous cock head, her tongue just as animated here as it had been in his mouth.

He could feel Richard moving behind him, the snap of the condom as he got it over his thick hard cock, feeling the now rubber surrounded cock head rub on his ass cheeks before he felt Richard's fingers on his anus. His touch was cool and wet, the lube on his fingers as he softly massaged it around the opening before slipping first one, then two fingers into Mephisto's tight hole. The hacker moaned again, his ass tightening for a second at the invasion before relaxing and letting Richards fingers probe deeper as his wife sucked, licked and toyed with the hackers pulsing hard cock. Mephisto brought one hand down on Samantha's head to stroke her hair as his hips thrust slightly out of need pushing his cock a little into her mouth, but not to much so she wasn't put out by his action.

The fingers slipped from his ass and he felt Richard move behind him, felt his hand on his hip, then his lips kissing his ear as he whispered, asking if Mephisto was ready. All the hacker could do was nod and smile. The hand remained on his hips, the fingers gripping tightly as Richards other hand guided his condom covered and now lubed cock to the ass that waited so eagerly. Mephisto bit his lower lip softly as he felt the contact of the cock head and his hole, a slight pause, then the pressure as Richard pushed forward. For only a moment nothing happened, then with a silky easiness the thick cock slipped into the hackers ass making him moan low and soft as he lay back on Richard. He could feel the slight ache as the cock stretched his hole and as it moved in further his ass. Mephisto let out a mewling moan of pleasure as his hand went to the one Richard had on his hip.

"Ohhh, yesss, oh it feels good, so good." The hacker smiled as the cock pushed in further and further in one long slow teasing motion till Mephisto felt Richard's balls touch his.

 

[PennySaver]

Philip, Emelia, and Marcus:

"A Huey would be just fine," Marcus responded. He spoke about how the attack into the Jackson Projects shouldn't be an official Untouchable operation, saying to Emelia, "I'm not saying I value you and your people less than mine."

She gave his concerns a dismissive wave, responding, "I understand. And I won't send my people in there with the idea of being sacrificial lambs either. The people Philip has in mind are skilled. They'll get the job done and take care of each other, just as I'm sure your Untouchables will take care of each other as well."

"As far as the Press goes," Philip offered, "it will appear to be just another gang-on-gang war ... well, with the exception of the helicopter. But we have ways to counter that, too. My people can put out a rumor that an aerial drug drop turned into a rooftop firefight. I'll, um ... I can arrange for a helicopter to be found outside the city burned if that becomes necessary."

Marcus talked more about how they'd be going in without the protection of the Law. Philip snorted softly, adding, "Nothing new for our people."

The Detective approved of Phillip's idea of the tunnel distraction but stuck to his guns regarding extracting vertically using the helicopter. Philip said, "If you think your people can get out that way, mine will do their utmost to get as many gangbangers downstairs as possible."

Marcus gave the last of the details for how he saw the assault happening, then asked Philip, "What do you think?"

The bodyguard contemplated the plan a moment, then with confidence said, "It'll work. It'll work well, I believe."

Emelia hadn't said much during the discussion. This sort of planning wasn't something of which she felt confident to partake. In times past -- and particularly now with her in charge as Donna -- it had been Emelia's responsibility to say This is what we're going to do, followed by those who served her saying And this is how we'll do it.

Leaving Marcus and Philip to plan the details of the mission was all Emelia could do. Well, not all she could do. She could worry as well. People were going to die. She knew this. Philip knew this. Marcus probably knew it as well.

But the recapture of Chief Slattery was important. Slattery's knowledge of D'Angelo operations simply couldn't be shared with the D'Amato Family. In fact, Emelia was kicking herself for not simply having had Slattery killed while in detention. She'd actually spoken to Philip about doing just that, and he'd advised her that he could get it done. But before they'd had an opportunity to act, the other Italian Family had facilitated his escape.

Philip looked back to his phone again, then back to Marcus. "My sources tell me that Slattery is being moved tomorrow night, just after midnight. The D'Amato's will want to question him, to get what they can from him about D'Angelo operations. He'll also have a treasure trove of information about other corrupt personnel are in the CCPD, the prosecutor's office, wherever ... people the D'Amato's will be able to pull to their side.

"But they won't send their own people into the JP to question him," Philip hypothesized. "Too dangerous. Too much exposure. They'll wait to get Slattery out."

"So we have time to put this all together properly ... to keep our people safe," Emelia added. It was more a hopeful statement than a question. She looked to Marcus and clarified, "My people and yours."

"I think so," Philip agreed. His phone vibrated again in his hand, and he opened the text. He smiled happily, looking to Marcus to inform him, "Slattery's on the 12th floor ... three floors from the roof ... room 1224, in the southeast corner near the stairwell. That should help you plan your side."

He put his phone away, looked to Emelia -- his boss -- and said, "I'll go talk to my people."

He gave Marcus one last look and nod of respect, telling him, "Good luck ... and keep in touch."

As he departed, Emelia sipped from her refilled coffee cup and looked to the Detective for a long moment. She said with a soft, sincere voice, "Thank you for doing this, Marcus. This is ... above and beyond what the two of us agreed to that morning in the cafe."

 

[PennySaver]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto

"I want it all inside me, please?"

Richard was pleased to hear the other man tell him that. Richard loved to fuck deep; whether it was his wife's pussy or the another woman's pussy or the ass of a woman or man, Richard treasured the feel of his cock sinking all the way to the hilt inside a lover's welcoming, tight hole.

As he prepared his cock with the condom and lube, Richard watched his wife move to her right and take Mephisto's cock into her mouth. He smiled, knowing the pleasure their new lover was enjoying. Samantha had never been able to deep throat him, not that many women -- or men -- ever had. But what she lacked in the ability to take a cock deep into her throat she more than made up for with an animated skill of tongue, lips, and fingers that Richard saw and heard in their shared lover's body language and moans.

He toyed his slick fingers around Mephisto's sphincter, then carefully inserted one, then a pair of them inside the man. The hacker took the intrusion well, telling Richard that the man wasn't a stranger to this wonderful act. Richard didn't hesitate to move forward, positioning his bulbous head at Mephisto's ass, then pushing with slowly increasing pressure until finally the man's hole opened for him.

"Ohhh, yesss," Mephisto moaned, "oh it feels good, so good."

"Yes, it most certainly does," Richard whispered close to the ear he was simultaneously kissing and nibbling. Slowly, in one continuous movement, inch after inch after inch of his well lubed cock disappeared inside Mephisto's ass until finally there was no more to be given. He was thoroughly impressed with Mephisto's acceptance of his full length, whispering to the other man, "My god, you're incredible. You feel so good."

As Mephisto acclimated himself to having her husband's impressive cock deep inside him, Samantha rose to stand before the pair. In just seconds, she shed the entirety of her clothing: blouse, bra, jeans, and panties lay about her on the floor, revealing a lithe body that, possibly a surprise to Mephisto, was decorated with a multitude of tattoos from her lower, outer rib cage to her calves and just about everywhere in between.

Samantha moved closer to the chaise -- where her husband was beginning to very slowly pull his cock out of their shared lover, only to once again push it back in -- and reached out to take one of Mephisto's hands. She guided it to her pussy, freed entirely of hair by laser treatment, and urged his fingers to find her hole and clit. She moaned at the feel of him on her, writhing her hips as she smiled down to him.

"I await my turn with you, lover," she said, her words most definitely meant for Mephisto. She leaned over to take Mephisto's fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean of her pussy juices. Then, she inserted him into her again and moved his fingers to his own mouth for a taste of her. Then, she backed away, smiling as she told the pair of them, "I need to finish."

Samantha meant her painting of the two, of course, and as her husband began a more consistent but respectful treatment of Mephisto's ass, she herself retrieved her brush and pallet and went back to her painting. As the two men fucked, she would occasionally set her brush down, run a finger between her wet pussy lips, and then flick her natural lubricant onto the canvass before incorporating the spots into the image with her retrieved brush.

She continued this special technique as she watched her husband and their guest fuck, and only after the pair had each moaned out in ecstasy did she take the canvas down from the easel, walk over closer to the chaise, kneel down, and show the painting to them.

(OOC: Imagine, if you will, that the painting includes the two men all the way down to their thighs, with Mephisto's erection out before him and Richard's partially buried in Mephisto's ass.)

 

[Gabe619]

Emelia sipped from her refilled coffee cup and looked to the Detective for a long moment. She said with a soft, sincere voice, "Thank you for doing this, Marcus. This is ... above and beyond what the two of us agreed to that morning in the cafe."

He smiled and shrugged. "Right now, what's good for you is good for me, Emelia. You started all this, you are our ace up the sleeve, if something bad happens to the D'Angelo's then the Untouchables will have lost their greatest ally ... and me a new friend."

He reached over to take her hand in his, his eyes on her face.

"We'll get this done for you and hopefully Slattery will tell us what we need to know. I doubt he was just working with you, he seems the type who would work with all the families, getting rich off their bribe money while feeding you all just enough to keep you at each others throats while he sits there, a spider in his web."

He slowly stood, squeezed her hand and checked his watch.

"I've got about 24 hours to get this ready, I should probably go." But he didn't let her hand go.

Instead he stood beside her looking down at her, his gaze almost intense. He wanted her so bad it was like an ache inside him. He didn't want to leave her, he didn't want to have to leave this mansion without telling her how he felt. But was this the right time? Was it ever the right time? His dad had once told him if you keep putting something off waiting for exactly the right time you'll never get it done, but this was different. They both had so much baggage they carried. He was a cop, she the head of a crime family, for the moment at least. Even if she wanted him the way he wanted her if it got out they would both be finished. Swallowing in a dry throat he managed a smile, then let her go and walked out of the library without another word.

 

[Gabe619]

Mephisto's attention was focused now in his ass from the moment Richard pushed in, but then he felt his hand taken by Samantha and brought to her wet lips. The touch was so erotic as she used his fingers on her and he deftly caressed her swollen clit and slipped a finger or two inside her before she pulled them out and sucked them clean. Mephisto moaned softly watching so an act, but she wasn't done. She got his fingers wet once more and guided them to his lips where he gladly parted them and sucked his own fingers clean of her juice. She tasted so good he took his time, flicking his tongue around her fingers before she pulled away with a smile and went back to her painting.

His eyes stayed on her though, even as his body reacted to the slow teasing fucking Richard was giving him. Occasionally the hacker would moan and push his ass back, needful to take more of that gorgeous dick pushing into him. Richards fingers dug harder into his lovers hip as his pace started to quicken, he could feel it inside him, the need to give this young sexy man his seed. He was trying to take his time, he really was, but Mephistos ass was just so tight and the way it flexed around his dick was torturous to him, in a very good way.

"Fuck me, Richard. Yessss, just like that .... ohhhhh sooo goooddddd ...." The moaning of both men melded, soared as their pleasure heightened. "I need your cum in me .... fuck your cum deep inside me."

The slapping sound of Richards hips hitting Mephisto's firm little ass echoed in the open space of the apartment, mixed with a slight wetness sound and the men's groans, moans and sighs. The young hacker had found a perfect pace to meet Richards thrusts. He pushed back as Richard pushed in making sure he received every single inch of that cock. As he felt his own orgasm nearing he reached a hand back to find Richards face, his hand curling in the mans hair as he dragged his lips to his, the two making out with animalistic need now.

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm .... I'm going to ..."

It was all Mephisto could get out before his body went rigid, his breathing stopping, his teeth gritted and his eyes closed as his entire body felt the huge orgasm that had built up inside him and now exploded through him. As it hit, his cock which had been swaying back and forth with the beat of Richard fucking him started to shoot stream after stream of thick white creamy cum without even being touched. From Richards perspective as Mephisto started to shudder through his orgasm his ass clamped down hard, then spasmed around the husband thick cock and it was to much for him to take. Joining Mephisto's cock in unleashing its cum, Richards started to shoot deep inside the hacker ass.

The two men clamped together in passionate embrace, sweating, moaning, sharing this most intimate moment until finally, almost as one, they started to come back to earth. Their panting breaths mingled in a soft kiss and cute laughter before Samantha walked over to show them her painting. Mephisto had regained enough of his sense to slowly push himself up on one elbow to see it better. His eyes slowly swept over it as his smile grew and his eyes turned up to meet Samantha's.

"You are so talented .... its gorgeous, it really is." He said.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto:

"You are so talented," the hacker said of Samantha as she showed them her quickly produced work of them entangled in one another's arms. "It's gorgeous, it really is."

"I was inspired," Samantha responded, letting her gaze move conspicuously up and down Mephisto's body and to her husband, who's cock was still buried in their guest's ass. "Thank you."

She set the painting aside and moved closer to the chaise lounge. She took Mephisto's still more-harder-than-not cock, squeezed it at the base, and milked what remained of his jizz out onto her fingers. She took them into her mouth, erotically licking them clean as she looked between the two men.

Behind Mephisto, Richard slowly withdrew his also more-harder-than-not cock and stripped the condom away. He sat up tall and gave it a lob to the little garbage can just a few feet away under the lamp table from which it had originated.

"I think we should all go upstairs to our bed," Richard suggested.

"I agree," Samantha said. She smiled wide, adding, "I think it's my turn."

She didn't specify whether she meant that it was her turn to please or be pleased. She meant both, of course, though to be honest, she would have been satisfied with just the former; she and Richard got their greatest joy from causing joy in others.

As naked as the two men, she stood and offered a hand to Mephisto. The three of them crossed the room and ascended the spiral staircase to the mezzanine bedroom that was dominated by a super-king mattress laid out on the hardwood plank floors. The pleasing would continue off and on for much of the rest of the night, until finally the three of them would cuddle up in each other's arms for a well earn rest.

 

[PennySaver]

ADA Laura Shovelli (and a surprise guest):

(Note: Use your imagination with Laura's image below: picture her not in a bikini on the seashore but in an equally sexy bra and panty set in the hallway of her apartment.)


The rapping at the front door of Laura's apartment annoyed her more than it frightened here, which -- considering what was happening in the Organized Crime world at the moment -- was probably a mistake in priorities. She slipped into a silk robe without tying it shut and headed toward the continuing sound, calling out, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Laura's building was secured by electronically locked front doors and elevators, dozens of cameras monitored 24/7 from offsite, and a pair of onsite armed security guards who shared responsibility for guarding the lobby 24/7 and making rounds as well. She wasn't too concerned about an unauthorized person making it into her building and up to her door on the 32nd floor.

And yet, as she neared the door, she slid open the drawer of the lamp table in the hallway and withdrew a .45 caliber Beretta Px4 Storm. Laura didn't bother checking that there was a bullet up the pipe as she knew there always was one. A couple of yards from the door she stopped and tapped the touchscreen of the security system on the wall. The screen lit up, showing an above-and-to-the-left image of one of her Deputy ADAs as he looked up into the camera with a concerned look.

"What the fuck?" she growled after opening the door, asking, "Do you realize it's after two?"

The man opened his mouth to speak, then -- with his gaze dropping -- just stood there in silence. Laura's robe hung open, showing her lithe body off to the man who worked under her at the Prosecutor's Office. She'd realized the issue and lifted her hands to pull the robe closed ... which, of course, only flashed the big semiautomatic pistol to the man, causing him to not only show more shock but to take a step back as well.

"Sorry," was all he got for an apology before Laura once again asked, "What the fuck? Why are you here?"

"We've been calling you, Miss Shovelli," he answered, his tone showing his continuing discomfort with the situation.

"It's the middle of the fucking night!" she responded. "I turn my phone off at night." Then, finally grasping the man's urgency, Laura asked with her own level of concern, "What's happened?"

A few minutes later, Laura was back in her room and dressing in a casual outfit. In her bed, her most recent lover stirred and lifted somewhat to ask, "What's going on? Why are you getting dressed?" A casual glance to a nearby alarm clock resulted in, "It's two o'clock. Where are you going at two o'clock in the morning?"

"Work," Laura answered as basically as could be done. "Something's happened."

"What's happened?" came the inquiry. "Talk to me, Laura."

Laura sat on the chair at her bureau and looked toward the person who'd caused her multiple orgasms during the evening. You would think that such service would warrant a bit more information than work, something's happened. But Laura had to remind herself of just who her lover was: Channel 4's newest newsroom sensation, Belinda Carmichael.

Marcus had come to Laura and convinced her that they needed their own pet reporter, someone who was hungry for headlines but who could also be controlled more easily than some of the City's reporters and anchors who favored one Family or another for one reason or another.

Belinda was, of course, the reporter Marcus had suggested because before the advent of the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime, Belinda had been little more than the Weekend Weather Girl. Laura had been more than happy with Marcus's choice, even pointing to Belinda for the first question at the most recent Untouchables-related press conference.

She found herself happier still with what followed the press conference. She and Belinda met in the bar on the first floor of the mixed commercial/residential building in which Laura lived to talk about the Task Force and how it should be covered in the days, weeks, and months ahead.

The conversation began to shift away from the Untouchables to more personal topics. Laura was beginning to think that the beautiful reporter was flirting with her when Belinda said with a devilish smile, "You should invite me up to your place for a drink."

"Should I?" Laura said, donning a knowing smile. She looked to their drink glasses, which had only recently arrived to replace the ones they'd emptied already. She pointed out, "We have drinks here."

Belinda's smile widened. She made her intentions clear by pointing out, "Yes, but you have a bed in your apartment ... and I'd really like to remove all of your clothes, take you to that bed, and make love to you."

Laura felt her face explode with a fiery blush. After a long moment of just staring at the other woman, she said, "I'm not a lesbian."

"Neither am I," Belinda said without hesitation.

Laura stared silently another moment; she realized that her heart was beating hard and fast. She'd had her first sexual experience with a female cousin at age 14, with her next same sex outing being with a woman in college her freshman year. Other than that, though, she'd only ever been with men. Laura said hesitantly, "I ... I don't understand then. If I'm not a lesbian ... and you aren't a lesbian--"

"I want to get naked with you, Laura," Belinda said, adding, "And I think you want to get naked with me, too."

They sipped at their drinks as they eyed each other ... and twenty minutes later, Laura was naked and on her back in the middle of her king-sized bed, writhing at the magical workings of Belinda's tongue upon her clitoris.

Laura was ever so thankful for the experience. She'd experienced at least four orgasms and -- after some advanced training from the other woman, had caused Belinda a pair of explosions of ecstasy as well.

But did what they'd enjoyed together mean that Laura should share what she'd learned with the beauty. Belinda was a reporter, and she was supposed to be Laura's reporter, hers and Marcus's, that is. Just what head's up information was Laura permitted to give Belinda so much earlier than other reporters would get it.

"You can't report any of this until you get two confirmations from two other sources than me," Laura stressed.

"Of course," Belinda said as she rose to sit up in the bed's middle. Her delicious breasts were bared and dramatically lit by the light spilling in from the en suite. "You can trust me, Laura."

The ADA hesitated a moment, then -- as she finished dressing -- told the reporter, "Chief Slattery escaped from the Detention Center in the Justice Building four hours ago."

"Four hours!" Belinda said with surprise. "And they're only just now telling you this?"

Laura looked to the pair of cell phones sitting on the lamp table. They hadn't wanted to be interrupted, so the phones had both been turned off, as opposed to simply being set on vibrate. Belinda chuckled softly, saying, "Oh."

Laura told Belinda what she knew about Slattery, the dead cops, and more. She didn't know about the Jackson Projects, however, let alone the Untouchables' plan to take Slattery out of the JP. She told Belinda, "You can stay the night here if you want."

"No," Belinda said as she rose, revealing the sexy panties she'd donned after their last go round of sex. "I need to get to work on this." She saw Laura's reaction and promised, "I will find confirmation elsewhere. You will not be a source, unless you choose to be."

The two finished dressing, and -- not wanting to advertise their new relationship to potential paparazzi staking out her place, Laura suggested that Belinda go down first. A few minutes later, Laura headed out as well. It was going to be a long day.

 

[Gabe619]

Marcus had put in a few calls as he made his way back to the Untouchables base at the Hanson Building. When he arrived he found McCauley and Daniel Ketch, the SWAT commander waiting for him, but what was most conspicuous was the empty chair habitually occupied by their pet hacker, Mephisto. Cole actually stopped and stared at it for a moment, the absence so shocking to him.

"He wasn't here when I arrived." Ketch stated. "No one was here at all, I don't know where he is."

Marcus shrugged, he wasn't to worried, he didn't keep 24/7 tabs on his people and out of them all Mephisto was the least known, if known at all. He moved over to sit with the men around the kitchen island and nodded his thanks as Devon pushed a mug of coffee his way.

"How's Jennifer." Marcus asked sipping the hot brew.

"She's amazing." McCauley replied with a huge grin, then seeing the shared smiles between Ketch and Cole toned down his enthusiasm a little. "I mean she is on the mend, should be up and shooting people in no time, probably her nurse if we keep her out of things for to much longer." The men all chuckled at the image that brought up. "So, why the bat signal so late at night?"

"Is it about Slattery being broken out, right?" Ketch asked. As the cities SWAT commander he had been updated immediately in case his people were needed.

Cole nodded and brought the two men up to speed on what he had found out from Phillip.

"Well, they couldn't of found a better place to stash him," Devon stated rubbing a hand through his greying hair. "The Projects were a no go even when I was in uniform, it's only got worse since from what I understand."

Ketch nodded. "Even SWAT tend to avoid it unless we are really needed. We had a hostage taker go to ground there once, he was armed, dangerous, had already shot to uniformed officers so we were called in. Nothing new there, we deal with that sort of thing all the time. Problem was once we rolled up in our SWAT van it send a signal to all the other gangs that the police were moving in. We ended up getting attacked from all directions before we even got to the hostage taker."

"So what happened?" McCauley asked curiously.

"We pulled out and sent in a negotiator, but when the gangs heard the guy had kidnapped a six year old girl .... well, lets just say they took the law into their own hands. The girl got out safely, the hostage taker? Well, we found most of him later."

Cole nodded, as weird as it sounded even gangs had a code. They might do drive by shootings on other gangs territory and shoot innocents in doing so and not care at all. They might sell drugs to school kids and sleep well at night. But that's just business. If you harm a child or go over a line that they have laid down through their own warped morals then God help you.

"I have a plan, we know where he is being held, what building, what floor, what apartment. Phillip will send in his people through the maintenance tunnels, but that's just a diversion. We'll give them time to draw away the guard around Slattery, let them think we're trying to spring him by going in at ground level, but then we fly in by helicopter, land on the roof, head down to the apartment, spring him, then head back up and evac in the chopper."

"Ambitious." Ketch finally stated after thinking it through. "A quick hit and run with a diversionary force. It could work, it should work. Floor plans would be useful so we know the lay of the land. Where the corners are, choke points, etc."

Marcus nodded and glanced at Mephisto's empty chair. "I had hoped to get them via our hacker, but as he isn't here ..." He shrugged.

"The plans will still be at City Hall, even after all these years. We can go down there and check them out, get copies to bring back." McCauley said thoughtfully. "Use them to run a few training sessions before the real thing. What's our time limit on this?"

"Less than 24 hours now, they move him later tonight." Cole told them.

"City Hall won't be open at this hour." Ketch said.

"Don't worry, I know a guy." Devon smiled.

With that the three men left the HQ and drove to City Hall.

 

[Gabe619]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto:

Mephisto languorously stretched in the bed, Richard and Samantha still asleep either side of him. It had been a while since he had enjoyed any type of sex quite like last night he considered as he lay there looking up at the ceiling of the bedroom. The warmth of the husband and wife on either side of him was so nice, it made him feel so relaxed he almost feel back asleep, but he could see the dawns early light filtering in from a window and figured someone might be looking for him back at base. He had turned his phone off last night as he hadn't want to be disturbed.

He wriggled a little and did a quick self assessment. His cock felt tired, if that was possible, from being sucked on and fucking the two next to him. His ass felt pleasantly warm as it too had had a bit of a work out. In his mouth he could taste Samantha and Richards juices which was quite a nice thing to wake up to, much better than the weird dry carboard sort of taste he usually woke up with. He turned toward Samantha and gently stroked her hair, her scent filled his nose and tired of not got a reaction from his cock. He chuckled quietly to himself and reached down, fingers softly trailing up her thigh, hip and side until their found a nipple and he tweaked it gently, feeling it harden to his touch. Then he slid the same hand down over her flat stomach to her crotch, the fingertips dipping between her thighs and caressing the lips and clit they found their.

Behind him he heard a grunt and the bed moved as Richard turned on his sleep and snuggled into the back of the hacked, spooning him. The man had morning wood it felt like and Mephisto used his free hand to slip down and take it in his fingers, gently stroking the thick smooth cock.

 

[PennySaver]

Richard and Samantha with Mephisto, the next morning:

Samantha was soundly sleeping when Mephisto's fingers found her, first her hair, then her torso, then her nipple. That last touch, the pinch, began pulling her from her slumber, though. She stirred, still more unconscious than not, until a shot of pleasure between her legs surprised her. She moaned and woke fully, writhing as Mephisto continued to toy with her love button.

She blinked her eyes open, looking to see which of her lovers was causing her such early morning delight. She'd correctly presumed it was Mephisto; Richard's typical morning routine when it was just the two of them was to slip out of bed gently and silently to make coffee and breakfast, which was an entirely different yet very welcome sort of pleasure.

She watched as their new lover looked back to her not-new lover, who was also waking and stirring about as he, too, was being pleasured by what Samantha and Richard both had learned were very skilled hands. The trio had greatly enjoyed their time in the couple's bed after the studio session downstairs. Samantha had greatly enjoyed that time in particular.

Her husband had long ago learned what made her happy in bed, and last night Richard had shared that knowledge with Mephisto. The Untouchable had been very eager and willing to learn how to touch Samantha and flood her body with euphoric waves. The two men had concentrated on her pleasure for the second quarter of their game, then Richard's the third, and Mephisto's the last, before they curled up together and drifted off to sleep.

Samantha had always loved threesomes for their ability to concentrate double the pleasure on the receiving member before them moving on to the next, then the next. Threesomes -- even foursomes and larger gatherings -- had been an integral part of her marriage to Richard from the start. In fact, the two of them had spent their wedding night sweating up the sheets with the sister of Richard's best men.

To them, there was nothing unusual about sharing their bed with others. They didn't do it often, to keep it special; they invited others to their bed maybe every couple of months. Before Mephisto, they hadn't had a third pair of hands upon their bodies for nearly four months, actually, so last night had been a delight for them.

"I want you in me," Samantha whispered hungrily. She looked between the two men, clarifying as she moved into position on her back, "I want one of you in me ... and I want the other of you in him." She smiled devilishly, finishing, "You choose who gets to enjoy which delicious hole."

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia, Jennifer, and Philip
Sunrise at Elmhurst:

Jennifer had expected to awake to find Devon McCauley sleeping in the bay window that looked out upon Elmhurst's vast and lavish lawns and gardens. Instead, she found herself alone for the first time in almost three days. She didn't know how to feel about that. She knew that Devon and the others had important work to do, more important than babysitting her.

She grimaced a bit as she rose out of bed -- not as much as she had in times past -- and padded barefoot to the en suite to pee. She showered, dressed, and returned to the bedroom to find one of the staff delivering a rolling room service-like cart of food to the little table near the French doors.

"Donna Emelia sent this up, Miss," the woman said. "When you are ready, she's awaiting you in the library."

Jennifer thanked the woman, sat to eat, then made her way downstairs. She noticed a heightened degree of security on both floors; peeking out the windows at both the front and rear of the mansion's foyer, she noticed more men then before, most of them carrying automatic rifles.

Arriving at the library, she found both Emelia and Philip waiting for her, sipping at steaming mugs of coffee and chatting softly. They greeted her with smiles, with Emelia asking, "How's your chest?"

"I won't be posing for a Playboy spread," Jennifer joked, "but at least I'm no longer crying every time I move."

Jennifer sat with the pair, sipped at the mug of coffee her hostess poured for her, and asked, "So, what's going on? You've got a bit of an army out there ... more than usual, yes?"

Emelia told Jennifer about Slattery's escape and current presence in D'Amato hands. "What he could tell them about us is ... concerning."

"What's being done about it?" Jennifer asked, clarifying her question with, "What are we doing about it?"

She meant what were the Untouchables going to do about it, of course. Emelia looked to, then nodded permission to Philip, who told Jennifer about the plan to assault Building 12 in the Jackson Projects. Jennifer asked when the assault was going down, and when she was told it was going down just before midnight, Jennifer finished off her coffee, stood, and asked, "Okay, so, who's driving me to the Office?"

Emelia chuckled softly, responding, "No one." She smiled wide, delighted with the other woman's dedication. "You're not going on the raid. You're still--"

"I'm not sitting this out," Jennifer interrupted. "I'm an Untouchable." She shrugged, wincing slightly, before admitting, "Okay, I got touched ... but I'm still part of the team ... and I still have something to offer."

The other two looked to each other again, quietly seeking the other's input. Philip was the one to finally speak, saying, "I'm sure Detective Cole can find something for her to do ... something to contribute."

"Okay," Emelia agreed, "take her to the Batcave." She looked to Jennifer, asking with a smirk, "I think that's what they call it, right?"

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"What can I do?" Jennifer said immediately upon entering the Office. She looked around, finding all of the Untouchables and the SWAT leader working on the assault's particulars. She looked directly at Marcus and stressed, "I'm ready and able to help. Don't cut me out."

The armory door was open, and an array of necessary weapons were already laid out and prepared. Bags of loaded clips, concussion grenades, night vision equipment, and more were arranged neatly on the floor. Jennifer looked to Devon, hoping for his support, though, she didn't honestly expect it.

"I know the JP," she said, looking to Marcus. "My first beat--" She hesitated, realizing how that sounded, and clarified, "Okay, my only beat ... was Garber's Grove, on the other side of State Highway 44 from the Jackson Projects. I know where Building 12 is. I know which one it is. And I know something that the rest of you probably didn't think of. The Capital City Bank Building, one block north of the highway ... its roof looks right down on the Projects. I can stake up there with a 50 cal' and night scope and a spotter and cover the insertion and extraction."

She looked at Daniel Ketch and with a challenging tone, said, "I'm probably as good a shot as anyone you have on your team. Plus ... you need them in the copter, not on some roof half a mile away where they might not even play a part."

Looking again to Devon, then to Marcus, Jennifer finished with a tone that was bordering on begging, "C'mon ... you can't leave me out of this. I've already missed so much."

 

[Gabe619]

Her entrance immediately got the attention of those in the apartment. Teddy gave her a huge grin and was about to go hug her when she started talking about how she could contribute. He didn't disagree, but he didn't want any part of the conversation Jen was about to have with Marcus, so instead he took the cowards way out and vanished into the armory. The three older men looked at each other as she laid out what she could do and what she knew of the district they would be invading. All three had been injured in their time, all three knew the pain Jen was suffering and all three knew the dedication she was showing not only being here but wanting to actively contribute. Devon was torn, his look told her that. He wanted her safe and sound, not part of an operation that could end up with all or some of them injured or even killed if the chopper got hit. After seeing her get shot during the last mission everything inside him told him to tell her get back to bed, but he also knew how pig-headed she was. Besides, would any of them have listened in her position.

"I was going to put one of my people up there." Ketch finally broke the silence as he spoke to Cole and shrugged, acknowledging that Kennedy's idea of sniper overwatch had already been discussed which showed her knowledge of how to position resources during an operation. "It would be better to have them in the strike team though." He looked at her, his expression one of assessment. "The Barret has a hell of a kick. You ever shot one before, kid? It can take your arm off if you mess around and even fully fit people come away with bruises on their shoulders. Think you can handle the pain?"

It was an appropriate question to ask, if a little dramatic. The Barret wouldn't take your arm off .... you'd just feel like it had. Overwatch was a critical assignment and you didn't want the person holding the sniper rifle out of action after just one shot because of the recoil.

"We do need that overwatch element." Devon added, but whether he was supporting Jennifer or not was hard to tell. "Phillip was right, the second they realise there's a helicopter on the roof they will go to neighbouring buildings and take pot shots at it. Over that distance I doubt with their small arms they could hit it, unless they have sniper rifles and people who know how to use them, but even a blind chipmunk finds an acorn sometimes."

Marcus had his tongue running along his teeth as he listened to the two men while looking at Kennedy. He knew what being told to sit this one out would do to her and he didn't want that. Equally he didn't want to put the rest of his and Phillips people at risk if she wasn't up to the job. If they had the time they could of put Jennifer behind a Barret and see how she faired, but they didn't.

"If nothing else she could be the door gunner on the Huey." McCauley chimed in again, this time definitely having her back. "The 50cal on that only shakes up your arms, though you need some strength to stop the recoil ruining your aim and the day of anyone within eight thousand yards." He glanced Kennedy's way and threw her a quick wink.

Cole hadn't taken his eyes off her the entire conversation, but now he finally spoke.

"Well, you heard them ... give me an honest answer, do you think you can do either job in your current condition?"