Blackmailing her

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Mark had been a cop for 10 years trying to put Crooks away behind bars. Now he had moved to a new division, internal affairs, and it was his job to find the crooked cops. He's always been a straight arrow never cutting corners, honest as they come but sometimes you have to bend a few rules to get what you want.

What he wanted was Michelle O'Reilly the 25 year-old officer he had been investigating for the last four weeks. She had stunning red hair that was tied back for work purposes and beautiful green eyes. But what he found most attractive was her figure. She had deliciously sensual curves. Her hips were full and womanly, her breasts succulent but not over-large and a tight backside.

Mark was three years older but trained with her in their academy days and although he had tried on many occasions never managed to turn her head in his direction. He wasn't quite sure why since he had a fit and toned body standing at 6 ft tall with short dark brown hair, never struggling to find a date.

Anyway in his quest for the truth he discovered that Michelle had been taking kickbacks, gathered proof and on the eve of handing over his evidence to his superiors. Mark decided to trade what he wanted for her job and possibly her freedom.

OOC I need a Michelle...
 
Michelle closed her locker, locking it at the end of her shift, checking her watch. She knew she would just have time to go see Mitch. She hated the little tweeb, but he paid well, especially when it came to information he could use to extend his power, in this case, blackmail a judge. Having a judge in your pocket was always good, it wasn't her fault if she happened to be on duty when she saw the judge curb crawling.

Smiling to herself, Michelle made her way out of the station and began walking to where Mitch's base was.
 
Mark sat outside in his dusty old car waiting for officer Michelle O'Reilly sipping hot coffee from a polystyrene cup. Spotting her exit the station house and get in her car he began his secret pursuit following her into the factory district. Mark pulled over as she went inside one of the old decayed buildings on the right hand side. He made a few notes of time and location before his prey returned to the street, pocketing a large brown envelope.

He continued tailing her back to her place where Mark got out of his vehicle and yelled out "Michelle... Michelle!" as she approached her building door. Michelle turned to see Mark jogging up towards her holding a thick folder in his right hand.

"hi... Mark" she said pausing for a second remembering his name.

"hi Michelle. Can I come up? I have something to show you" he responded bringing himself to a halt. Mark was wearing a grey New York Knicks hooded top and blue jeans.
 
The envelope felt as though it was burning a whole in her pocket and Mark was making her feel nervous, but she knew that if she refused he could get suspicious.

"Yeah, sure." she said opening the door and leading the way up the stairs to her appartment.

It was a spacious apartment, with a large living room and doors leading off to a bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. The furnishings were tasteful, though not cheap with a state of the art tv and hi-fi.

"Make yourself comfortable." she said indicating the sofa, her voice neutral and then she moved towards the kitchen door.

"Coffee?" she asked, wanting to escape from Mark's gaze so that she could hide the envelope in a draw.
 
"this is a really nice place you have here!" he said surveying her apartment knowing how she had paid for it. Mark sat down on the sofa letting out a gentle sigh due to how comfortable it was.

"Make yourself comfortable." she said indicating the sofa, her voice neutral and then she moved towards the kitchen door.

"Coffee?" she asked


"may be in a little bit" he said watching her intensly pausing as she turned towards the kitchen anyway. "Come sit down" Mark said authoritatively patting the sofa beside him, grasping the folder in his other hand. He could see Michelle was edgy and reluctant to sit by him. Mark then started pulling black-and-white surveillance photos of Michelle, placing them on the coffee table in front of him .
 
The colour drained out of Michelle's face. Reluctantly she sat on the sofa, though as far from Mark as the sofa would allow.

"You've been following me." she accused, her voice full of fear. She wanted to scream and yell at him to get out, but knew that wasn't an option. She knew she could claim that she was working undercover, but without some form of collaboration, that wasn't an option either. Her mind whirled, discarding plans, the weight of her gun under her jacket reminding her, that worse comes to worse she could shoot her way out, but she had yet to kill a man, and killing a fellow cop would cause consequenses beyond that which she wanted to deal. At the back of her belt were her handcuffs, which would buy her some escape time, as would the truncheon she kept by the door. All these thoughts flew through her head in seconds, but knowing she had options and back up plans made her braver.

"So what do you want? A piece of the action? I can cut you in, for a small percentage." Michelle asked leaning against the back of the sofa, acting relaxed, a smile playing around her lips. "Or i can even introduce you to my contacts and you can earn some extra money yourself."
 
Mark watched and listened as Michelle tried to bargain herself out of trouble and at this point she was making things even easier as she tried to bribe him.

"Michelle, I'm glad you didn't try to lie. I can respect that but did you really think bribing me was a possibility?" he responded stone faced. Michelle's finger was unknowingly and nervously tapping the arm on the sofa.

"you do realise the seriousness of this added to attempted bribery... " he said solomly.

"why don't you hand over the envelope from your pocket. How much did it take to buy you off?" mark enquired as her hands slowly riffle through her pocket stopping briefly to think. Then she handed it over, a full one inch thick wad of hundred dollar bills were inside, which Mark started to count.
 
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Michelle watched Mark count the money.

"Bribery is always worth a try." she told him.

"Why don't you quit beating around the bush and come straight out. You didn't wait for me to go to the station and arrest me there, you came here. Why? Hoping i'd turn myself in? For the good of the Force? 'cause I can't make you out. Everyone has a price. What's yours?" she asked. She could tell he wasn't interested in money, he didn't have 'that look' as he counted it, but she wasn't stupid, she knew he had to have a reason. She just wanted to find out what it was and then kick him out.
 
Mark stopped counting the money, slipped it back into the envelope and placed it on top of his surveillance photos of Michelle. He turned to face her looking her straight in the eye. He wondered if he was doing the right thing and right now it wasn't too late to back out. But there she sat the object of his desire me and there was only one way he was going to get her, leverage.

"You're right you know. Everyone has a price, that is why I am here. I'm here to collect my cut of the action, so to speak." he stopped speaking looking for the words he was going to say next. He then ran his lust filled eyes down her curvaceous body and back-up towards her pale-skinned face. Her confident expression changed as it dawned on her what Mark wanted.
 
Michelle took an invouluntary step back.

"You can't be serious." But she could see by the look on his face that he was. Yes Mark was good looking, but she'd never really taken to him, probably because he always came across to her as so serious.

Michelle cast nervous glances from the photo's to Mark, wondering about bluffing her way out, but everyway she turned in her mind, there wasn't a choice, apart from murdering him, and if there was one thing she wasn't, was a murderer. Reluctantly, she knew she would have to accede to his demands.

"Here? Now?" she asked, hoping to get it done and out the way, her skin crawling at the thought of being touched intimately by this relative stranger.
 
"Here. Now. Yes and after every weekly kickback. You get yours and..." Mark stopped and let his eyes linger over her sensuous curves before fixating on her breasts. "... And then I get mine!" he informed her. Mark was almost salivating as he lifted his gaze back upwards. He watched as she pondered her options. Michelle knew she didn't have a choice if she wanted to keep her job and no doubt her freedom. Just as Mark had planned.

Leaning towards the coffee table he picked up the money, gently slapping a wad of cash against his palm.

"I assume we have a deal?" he asks nonchalantly handing the money towards her . all things considered she was lucky Mark wanted her because by the end of her shift on Monday Michelle would officially have been a dirty cop.
 
"I assume we have a deal?"

Michelle knew she was backed into a corner and there was nothing she could do. She needed her job and she liked the money. Maybe later she could find a way out of this, but for now she knew she had to comply.

"Yes, we have a deal." she answered taking the money and putting it in a draw. She'd move it to her strong box later.

Turning back to Mark, she could see the way he was looking at her, his eyes gazing at her breasts.

"Let's get this over with." her voice neutral as she stood before him.

She began slowly to undo her buttons on her blouse, and then slid it off her shoulders. Next she undid the zip on her slacks, letting them slide down her. She then stepped out of them.

Michelle stood infront of Mark in her lacy underwear, wondering if she could really go through with this.

Let him do the last part, she thought to herself, trying to garner at least a little bit of control of the situation and waited for him to finish undressing her.
 
Mark rose from the sofa as Michelle began to unbutton her blouse slowly revealing her lacy bra, soon to be followed by her slacks falling to the floor. Mark wanted to savour this, walking around this wonderfully shapely woman. Her body tensed up as he pressed himself against her back, his hands tracing up both sides of her body from her upper thighs right up to her shoulders, then back down.

His lips then pressed upon her shoulder kissing the object of his desire while his hands continue to snake up and down her womanly hips. Breathing in deeply "You smell sensational" he exclaimed cupping her pert breasts, caressing them through the lacy bra she wore. Mark's lips rose up to her neck kissing randomly over both sides, over and over. Slowly but surely Michelle began to loosen up as while she didn't want to be doing this her body had started to betray her mind, enjoying his touch against her warm, silky smooth skin.

Pulling back he quickly undid her bra and slid it off her shoulders.

"Turnaround, let me see you" Mark said excitedly.

"now let down your beautiful red hair" he told her as he lustfully surveyed her curvaceous body, lifting up his grey hooded top revealing his highly defined Athletic upper torso.
 
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Michelle could feel him behind her as his hands played with her breasts and found herself reacting to his touch. She wanted to slap him away and at the same time she wanted him to continue. Michelle felt confused and unsure, a feeling she wasn't used to.

She could feel his breath as he leaned over her, and then suddenly it was gone and his hands had undone her bra and she was topless.

"Turnaround, let me see you" Mark said excitedly.

"now let down your beautiful red hair" he told her

Slowly she turned, resisting the urge to cross her arms over her breasts and could see the way he looked at her.

She raised her hands to her hair, undoing the clips that held it in place. The clips she dropped on the table as she shook her hair loose and ran her fingers through it, so it fell naturally, framing her face and down to her shoulders.

She looked to Mark, part of her hating the fact that she had let him gain control over her, the other enjoying the feeling. She'd never let go before, would she hate it, or enjoy it, she wasn't sure. For the first time in her life, Michelle realised, she wasn't in control and it sent a thrill through her.
 
"you look so beautiful!" he exclaimed as he looked into her stunning green eyes after her long fiery locks fell. Mark then lowered himself to the floor and slowly pulled down her lacy knickers, revealing her very pretty, clean-shaven pussy. He wanted to dive right in there, he wanted to lick her pussy so badly but somehow managed to restrain himself. Instead his tongue traced up her thighs and meandered up her slender stomach. Licking in circles, largely looping across Michelle's body, before working his tongue over her breasts. He loved the feel of her nipples between his lips sucking on one then the other.

Mark could hear a faint sigh of pleasure coming from Michelle just before he released her nipple and stood up next to her.

"let's take a shower" he said looking forward to soaping up her body. "But first you better get me out of these jeans" he said smiling enjoying every moment of this.
 
When Michelle felt marks tongue on her, her first instinct was to run, but she stood there slightly nervous and then his tongue moved up she found that actually she liked it. And then he was there, her breast in his mouth and her body reacted, her nipples hardening at his touch and it felt so good, she couldn't stop the moan escaping her.

She was almost disappointed when he pulled away.

"But first you better get me out of these jeans" he said smiling
Michelle moved over to him, her breast touching his chest when she pulled his top off. His chest feeling good against them.

Stepping slightly back she kneeled down, her hands undoing his jeans and her hand went down his legs as she pushed the jeans to the floor.

Then she did the same to his boxers, his erection brushing against her face. Michelle was tempted to lean forward and take it in her mouth, but didn't want him to know that his sucking her breast had started turning her on, though she guessed her body was giving her away as her nipples were still hard and standing erect..

Michelle stood.

"The bathroom is through that door. You want to go first?" she asked, pretending to have misunderstood him.
 
Mark smiled "I meant we could take a shower together".

Standing there naked together he glanced down again taking a mental image, one of many to come. He took Michelle's warm hand and led the way towards the bathroom. Entering he couldn't help but notice how plush her bathroom was. Lovely hardwood floors and everything in it looked new and expensive.

"after you Michelle" Mark said after opening the large transparent door on the front of the shower, sliding it across. He watched Michelle as she stepped across the threshold, gently teasing the tip of his cock now raging hard.

Soon enough the water was rushing hot and the glass began to steam up behind them.

"why don't you start soaping me up, then I'll wash you down" he said excitedly watching Michelle reach for the shower gel and wash cloth without any hesitation. Mark gently reached for her creamy white breasts, fondling them , Squeezing her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He loved that Michelle's body was enjoying this as much as Mark's until she began to wash his pale-skinned toned body.

As much as Mark wanted to fuck her badly he was trying not to rush this building up the anticipation, although having had a crush on this red-headed goddess for so long he did wonder if his passion would get the better of him. After all it felt so great and all she had done was his shoulders, arms and chest.
 
Michelle put the soap on the wash cloth and washed first the top part of his body and then his legs and then came the part she couldn't delay any longer.

First she washed his ass and then she gave him a little smile as she placed her soapy hand on his hard cock. Gently she soaped it up and down and also gently washed his balls.

Washing Mark had given her a feeling of intimacy, something she'd never had with a guy before, usually it'd had all been 'wham bam' .

She circled his cock with her hand and began moving it up and down, and watched the look on his face, pleased it was having an effect.
 
Jesus this feels amazing he thinks to himself looking down watching her hands , slowly breathing a little harder as Michelle works the soapy wash cloth up and down his shaft, slowly but sensuously, making his cock swell so hard.

Mark turns his gaze upwards towards Michelle's face, staring lustfully into her eyes, cleaning his length with one hand and soaping his balls with the other.

"Mmmm I... I... I'll wash you now" he said with a little tremble in his voice thoroughly enjoying the sensations running through his cock.

Receiving the wash cloth he squeezed the soap on to it and began washing Michelle's voluptuous body. Running the soft cloth around her neck and shoulders, down her arms and back-up before turning behind her to run down her back. Mark washed in a circular movement working downwards. His other hand cups her buttock, squeezes it firmly then slowly massages as he slowly works his way down her body.

His cock still rock-hard desperately wanting Michelle, to be inside her hot wet pussy. He tries hard not to think of it as he steps close to her back, pressing his hot wet flesh against hers. His lips kissed her neck line as he reaches for the soap, squeezing heavily the soap ejaculates onto the wash cloth. He begins soaping up her chest, taking his time soaping up her large breasts paying special attention to her hard nipples, soaping them over and over, slipping and sliding against her soft and fleshy tits, still kissing her neck. she sighs softly enjoying his gentle touch.

Switching hands he takes the wash cloth running down her stomach and slips between her legs, pressing his hands firmly as the soapy cloth slips slowly back and forth. While his other hand kneeds her breasts.
 
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Michelle can feel his hands drifting all over her body. She gives a little moan of pleasure as he kisses her neck and plays with her breasts.

And then Mark takes the cloth, sliding it down her stomach and between her legs. Her breath hitches and a pleasureable shudder goes through her. She finds her body reacting to his touch, her chest pushed outward, giving him full access to her breasts as he body pushes down on the cloth between her legs.

Michelle puts out her hand onto the wall to steady herself and closes her eyes to enjoy the sensations running through her. She knows she should be trying to get out, to get away, but God, did Mark know what he was doing to her.

Her pussy moves against his hand and cloth, almost becoming insistent as her moans get louder.

"Don't stop." she pleads feeling the orgasm building up inside.
 
Mark could feel Michelle's body succumbing to the pleasure he was giving her. Her pussy starting to grind against his cloth covered hand, the soapy cloth rising up and down between her legs faster and faster, while his fingertips squeezed her nipples firmly one after the other, pulling her stiff little buds softly. Mark could hear breathing becoming heavier over the sound of the shower splashing beside them and Michelle groaning with pleasure "don't stop mark, don't stop" she exclaimed again. He felt so horny and wanted to let her cum but instead released his hand from her sex.

He then squatted down between her spread legs manoeuvring the cloth over her tight buttocks, slipping between the crevice between her two cheeks and began to wash her toned thighs, one at a time from the outside in rising up to gently run over her sensitive pussy for the briefest moment in time, then slithering down to wash her calves.

"better rinse you down, now" he said rising to his feet. Mark unlocked the shower hose and started spraying water over Michelle's body as she lifted her long flowing red hair out of the powerful jets reach. She turned letting the water rush down her body rinsing her clean.

"open your legs" he said smiling towards Michelle "looks like you needed good rinse" he exclaimed guiding the shower head between her gorgeous thighs toward her engorged pussy lips.
 
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Michelle was disapppointed when he moved his hand before she'd managed to cum, so just stood there and let him was her. Each time his hand moved near her pussy, she felt anticipation and a need to be touched, but each time it moved away. Mark had played her body, and all she could think about was him fucking her. She was glad they were in the shower, so Mark wouldn't know how wet he was making her, or so she thought.

Michelle held her hair up and away, which had the effect of pushing her chest out, so when the water sprayed, she enjoyed the feeling of it against her sensitised nipples and couldn't help but notice they were still standing to attention.

"open your legs" he said smiling towards Michelle "looks like you needed good rinse" he exclaimed guiding the shower head between her gorgeous thighs.

Obediently, Michelle spread her legs wide and gasped with pleasure as the jet of water beat against her sensitive pussy. With her hands occupied with keeping her hair free of water there was nothing she could to relive the need in her pussy.

The jet sprayed deep inside of her and her hips rocked back and forth. She knew she was enjoying this more than she should. She was tempted to beg for him to have sex with her, but she still had a few scruples left. So continued to stand there, feeling the water beating against her and moving her pussy against it.
 
Mark could see how much she was enjoying this and intended to let her cum this time. He stepped in closer, leaned into kiss her stopping himself one fingers width away, he could see her wanting his lips on her. Her mind may not want him but her body was screaming for him. He whispered "have I rinsed you clean yet?" he continued "do you want me to stop?".

Mark reached behind her and turned up the pressure of the water, angled to throb against her pussy, penetrating deeper and at the same time thrusting against her now swollen clitoris. His hands run down her curvaceous body so hot to the touch, her face flushed bright red gasping as she gently bucked her hips against the water. Michelle released her hair to stabilise herself against the shower wall, her body arching backwards as her legs tremble more visibly.
 
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