"Intimate Knowledge" ...closed...

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

"Thanks." She took the cup and stretched slightly as she seated herself on the stool. Last night and yesterday was entirely too busy. She wasn't used to long hours like this, she'd been out past her bedtime by three hours or so.

"Ready." She pushed aside the empty cup and slipped on her loafers. Wearing hip hugger jeans and a t-shirt, she decided to co casual today. She wasn't looking forward to this meeting, what did they expect of her anyway? To actually share information? Ludacris, thats what it was.

She grabbed the keys without thinking about it and headed out the door. What was amazing was six blocks away she realized she was driving his car and he was merely sitting there letting her! She gave a little smile as she wove through traffic, "What is the commander wanting from me anyway? These morning rituals are a bit odd aren't they?"

She eyed him out of the corner of her eye as she stopped behind a taxi. She really hated when they double parked, blocking the damned road. "I went to the Night Owl last night..." She let that hang in the air while waiting for an extremely slow taxi to move it's ass outta her way.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I went to the Night Owl last night..."

Jeff sighed at the casual statement. One thing the Captain had been right about...reporters were like bloodhounds...and had a keen nose for seeking out what was hidden...

"You met Charlie then..." He offered...

"Charlie?"

"The bartender...? Three day old shirt...a gut on him but a set of arms that would break you in half if he locked onto you?..Charlie?"

" Oh yeah...MR talkative himself. He literally walked away from me when I was talking and never came back after the first drink..."

Jeff nodded as they finally made it past the car and then finished the trip before he spoke again.

"Look...Tell the Captain where you went yesterday...he already knows because we were tailed...don't offer any theories or suspicions...and if you can stomach it play up the confused little girl in the big city act...he'll eat that up and forget to grill you...And if he asks about your visit to the Night Owl...tell him you went because it was in your sisters letters...and left early because you were creeped out."

They were parked in the precincts lot and moving into the building...No more time to offer what help he could give...all Jeff hoped was she'd listen to some of it and not get the Captain too suspicious too fast.

And then they were seated in his office and the shit hit the fan...

"Miss James what the HELL where you doing in the Night OWL??? And where in the HELL was the man that was supposed to be escorting you around town?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

She really hated the idea of playing a role, but she knew she'd best listen to Detective Lee on this one.. She knew that Lee would know this man better than she did...

"Miss James what the HELL where you doing in the Night OWL??? And where in the HELL was the man that was supposed to be escorting you around town?"

.... And she had guessed right.

Flinching, she hurried to sit down and look frightened.

"Captain.. Sir..." Good lord, she wasn't meek by she was sure as hell convincing!

"WHAT!?" he glared at her, practically foaming at the mouth with anger. But his eyes held pleasure in them, deep seeded pleasure.. He wanted her out of here.. anyone could have guessed that however.

"It's m-my fault sir. Detective Lee fell asleep, and with all the city noises and such, I couldn't.." She fumbled with her hands in her lap, a sign she'd read some where of a nervous person. Generally easily frightened persons.

"Oh really Miss James? And weren't you warned about the dangers of our fair city at night?"

"Y-Yes s-sir. It's just that Jamie told me of this wonderful bar and I couldn't sleep.. So I went to see what fun could be had..." She glanced up at him but bowed her head quickly, "But it must have been a mistake because that place was ... creepy! I think that.. maybe.. Jamie meant some where else in her letters..."

She trailed off, not making eye contact nor challenging the captain until a few moments of silence passed. She glanced at him again and seen some of the steam gone.. some what anyway. He was still eyeing her closely.

"I didn't know Sir.. That I was supposed to wake up Detective Lee. I ran him all over town yesterday, mostly on fools errands but that doesn't matter. I just felt bad for the man, he was worn out..." She gave a timid little 'I'm your friend' smile.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff nearly choked as "Miss James" laid it on thick...AND got away with it!

The Captain ran out of steam and actually handed her a tissue, then focused on Jeff as he continued to talk.

"Yes...well....You need to be more careful Miss James. I'd hate to see a beautiful, young woman such as yourself end up in the same predicament your sister did."

The meeting lasted less than five minutes and they were out of his office heading back to the car...

"That was a warning he gave us..." Jeff pointed out as he slid into the pasengers seat, we'd best listen...if you are going to go back to the Night Owl you'd better be sneakier...and find a way to change how you look so they don't remember you as Jamie's sister.."

How she would pull that off he hadn't a clue...

"Look...I've got to requalify on the pistol range...You could join me if you didn't mind the noise and smell of powder...or I can meet up with you later somewhere?"

And he needed to talk to a few people...desperately. For he had the feeling Miss James was going to stir things up a bit more.

"Have you ever shot a handgun?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

"Moron!" she hissed under her breath as she made the parking lot.

"What?" She hadn't been paying attention, to confused over the captain back there and his odd behavior.

"Sorry, that man annoys me.. A hand gun, did you say?" She paused a moment then kept walking towards the car, this time in the passenger side.

"No, I haven't. but I wouldn't mind learning." She felt this strange need for protection since she stepped into that building and it wasn't letting up.. especially after last night's fiasco.

"A warning about what exactly? That we should sit in a cozy little apartment, munch pizza, guzzle beer, shoot the shit and then I leave having not done a damned thing?"

When he said nothing but gave her a clear look that was exactly what the captain wanted she gave a little huff and said right back, "Yeah right!"

The car pulled out, Jeff now in control and herself free to look around the area.

"Disguise would be a good idea.. and I was thinking different clothes as well. Something to fit a sleazy bar scene without drawing the attention past my tit level." She chuckled, but meant it. If they didn't pay attention to her questions or face, instead stared at her chest or ass, she'd get more leeway.. or so she thought anyway. Never know til you try motto..

"So? Marksmanship a high priority? Perhaps if you're good.. you can teach me?" She gave a wink, relaxing easier today with him than last night. He was harmless, not that he looked harmless, he just didn't seem the type who got off on knockin' women around. Which was good in her book and his, AND his precious captains too.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff chuckled and kept driving. He heard the words and realized there was nothing he could do to stop the woman that spoke them. Like the sister she was determined to do the "right" thing and would keep trying until she swas succesful...

He didn't even think of what it would take to make her fail...

He drove out of the city limits and to a small ranch that looked like a hobby farm. A cozy house that was painted red with white trim...a small barn painted the same...a grassy meadow behind it that was fenced with stout wooden poles.

"It's early so we'll have the place to ourselves." He explained and moved to the tiny house. Pulling a key out he unlocked the door and they stepped into a tiny but clean kitchen.

"We keep a vault downstairs and store our ammo and ordnance in it...saves having to worry about it getting ripped off while we're transporting it..."

Flipping on the light he moved down a flight of steps and to a solid looking metal door.

"The dang thing weighs over a ton by itself. It took over a dozen men and a rope and pulley to get it down here..."

Spinning the dial he quickly moved through the combination and opened the door.

"I've got something that should fit you well for your first handgun...Meet "Bersa"...loaded she weighs twenty three ounces, .380 cal, semi auto, only six and a half inches long...seven round clip...it's a close range handgun with a 6 pound trigger pull...left side safety.."

Upstairs again he showed Miss James how to use the magazine disconnect to drop the empty mag then handed it to her to gey accustomed to.

"Slide release is there, don't worry it won't work til the magazine is empty...I'll show you how to strip the thing after we're done shooting and we clean her up."

Ammo, glasses, gloves and ear protection and they were on thier way out to the grassy meadow...to a corner of it that was littered with cans and old targets tacked everywhere.

"Try it at fifteen feet then we'll back up as you're used to it..." Jeff suggested, setting the bag down and moving to the fence to tack up a pair of silhouette targets shaped like an armed man.

He stepped back and to her side to watch her form.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

She spread her stance slightly, eyeing the target down the barrel and praying she didn't hit anything important.

"Gently squeeze the trigger." His voice was coming from behind and slightly to the right of her. At least he wasn't in target range.
She smiled with that thought and squeezed the trigger.

Her hand jerked back into her body as did her shoulder, gasping slightly she released her hold on the butt of the gun and flexed her fingers.

"I don't know if this..." Her words trailed off as she eyed the target with disdain.

She didn't even hit it!

Now that was pathetic. At this range, how could she miss?!

"I think perhaps I should observe you for a short time.. Then try this again." She flipped the safety and moved towards a picnic table to sit down, still massaging her wrist idly.

Now it was a good thing she didn't have a huge ego, she could have sworn Jeff looked about to smirk..

"Nah.. he's so unemotional, a smirk would probably hurt his face.." She looked grim but her thoughts were funny.

 

[BLACK BART]

She was toying with him, he was sure of it as he watched and she made a show of her wrist hurting and moved to the table.

Jeff moved to the table and lifted the .380, taking care to point it away from her as he thumbed the release for the clip and then jacked the shell from the barrel.

"Ten shot clip" He pointed out as he drew the loaded clip from his pocket and then slid it into the heel of the weapon.

"Two more rounds...IF you need them, or when.."

He turned and stepped to the point where he had placed her, then looked over his shoulder to make sure she was watching.

"Feet spread for balance, gun in your right hand, your left cupping under and around the right to steady it...safety off, shell in the chamber...then GENTLY squeeze the trigger, not jerk it."

He pulled two rounds off and then looked to where she sat.

"It has a small kick...that's also called recoil...if it seems to make you miss where you're aiming lower your first shot a bit and it will pull the barrel up...ok?"

He turned again and squeezed the remaining rounds off...the shots reverberating off the buildings like thunder and over the pair of them as he lowered the pistol to his side.

"At this range if you hit a person you'll knock them down. It won't punch through Kevlar but it will knock the air out of them and stun them long enough for you to run...or finish them off."

He thumbed the clip out again and reached into his pocket, drawing another full clip out and slapping it home.

"Safety is ON...Now come here and take the gun..."

He held the grips with two fingers, arm in the air...waiting until she rose from her seat and moved to him...

"Take your stand and hold the pistol like I showed you.."

He stood back and watched. It was awkward for her and she flinched after the first shot...And he grunted...

"I'm going to help you..." He coaxed carefully and stepped behind her, his chest brushing her back. "Hold the gun as you were and let me get my arms around you..."

Watching over her shoulder he saw the problem...she was holding the gun so tight her knuckles were white and pointing it almost at the ground...

"Here...lay your head against my arm and use your eyes to look over the gun and towards the target...when the barrel is flat and you see the target SQUEEZE."

One hand at her waist...the other around her shoulder and steadying her hands he sighed...

A warm, soft body pressed against his...her perfume wafting gently to his nose as she rubbed up to him...

and what was he doing?

Teaching her how to kill...

She squeezed the trigger and the target shuddered...and he complimented her as she squealed in delight.

"Good...Now let's do it again and again...until the clip is empty"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

She let him guide her, all the while wondering why he was telling her about the effects this gun had on Kevlar?

Who was she going to shoot wearing armour anyway? It nagged her mind only a moment or two before she felt him take stance right behind her.

Oooooookay.. That wasn't expected!

His hands slid over her hips, positioning her better, one hand remaining there while the other ventured up her arm. He pulled her upper body back a little more into his solid frame and tickled her ear when he spoke to her.

She nodded mutely, feeling a knot of awareness in her body that shouldn't have sparked.. especially now! And with this man of all people!

She was so distracted that she followed his instructions to the letter and managed to not only hit the target but not hurt her hand in process.

"YES!" She gave a whoop of excitement and turned her head to smile her thanks at him.

"Good...Now let's do it again and again...until the clip is empty"

With a short nod, she turned back around and resumed her poise he had placed her in. He seemed rather calm and collected for being all but pressed up against her... Boy was she over reacting! And what shitty fucking timing!

She emptied the clip, not straying too far from the center of the target, mutilating the cardboard man's face. She stayed focused with her eyes, but her mind was curious over his comments and his hand still resting on her hip.

Unaware she'd been holding her breath, she gasped loudly for air once the trigger clicked empty. "Wow.."

"I don't know where I heard that I needed to look down the sights of the barrel, but it's easier to hit the target looking at it than trying to stare down this small barrel!" She whirled around to face Detective Lee with a bright smile.

"Think I am ready to be Miss Rambo?" Her smile splitting to show her 'pearly whites'.

 

[BLACK BART]

It wouldn't be hard to get used to.

A warm hip pressed against his thigh.

The smell of perfume and the feel of her hair.

He could get used to it...wake up next to even.

But she would be a liability. Something someday he'd have to answer to...

Or deal with.

But for now?

He could enjoy what happened.


"Rambo?...No...I think you're more of a Lara Kroft type..." He teased and smiled in return, surprised at how good it felt to relax just a bit.

"You know? Daring...brave...independant and sex...ummm"

He was going to say sexy and thought better of it. How would it look if he were caught flirting with the sister of the officer who was raped?

"Ummm, good for sore eyes?" He settled for and took the .380 from her hands.

"Let's reload and try it again. I'm going to help and then stop at some point to see how you do..."

Meanwhile he'd rub against her backside some more..

He cursed himself even as he handed her the next clip and showed her how to load it...then watched her turn and shift her hips several times as she found her stance.

"Fire in repetitions of three...get used to doing that each time you shoot and you'll be sure your opponent goes down..."

"Oh yeah...he'd enjoy himself...he hoped.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

She studied the next target, unseeing but reflection of what had been.

"Aren't police officers taught self defense?"

She raised the gun, still appearing to pick out where to shoot next. This playing stupid wasn't such a hard thing when push came to shove..

"I wonder.." She narrowed her gaze, her barrel sliding like a caress across a cardboard cut out it'd never reach. "Did she have a man? Someone who was.. poundin' her ass regularly?" She gently popped off a single round, hitting the target right between the 'eyes'. "I know my sister well enough to know, she'd want ass regularly. Even you had to notice her toy collection." Her voice was faint but loud enough to be heard, she popped another round off in the throat of the cardboard cut out.

Would he notice her aim, her abilities?

"Suppose she refused someone at work. And like a sorority in some obscene college, those 'bad boys' stuck together and got a little vengeance of their own?" Her last shot hit right around the groin region.. if the cardboard had had paper legs that is.

She paused, her ass pushed more firmly into his groin as she turned slightly to peer at him. "Perhaps she teased one too many men?" She had a slight smile, as if she knew something he didn't.

He was really tempting, not even aware of just how tempting he was right at that moment. If he pressed just a little more to her left, he'd really be 'seated' against her.

"But questions aren't getting me anywhere." She stepped away from him, moving a little further down, looking over the next target. Turning away from it, she took long strides another fifteen feet away. It'd been awhile since she went shooting, and this gun was nothing like her rifle and scope, but surely she could hit the damned thing from there!

Turning, she took the same stance he'd shown her.. what she wouldn't give for something sturdy to set her elbows on! Aiming, she fired off sets of three, three times and then stopped. One shot left but more interested in seeing what Jeff could do.

"You're turn." She smiled, motioning with the tip of the gun for him to take the field. Safety once more set, she turned and found a spot of grass to seat herself on.

Now from her she'd have a real good view of his stance... amung other things.

 

[BLACK BART]

his turn...

Jeff nodded and watched his "guest" smirk as she moved to the reloading table and settle on it's bench like a satisfied cheshire cat.

He ignored the .380 and lifted a heavier automatic from his belt and slid the safety off as he moved quickly to his left and sighted on the first target...

Crack....crack..crack.....

Dropping his right shoulder he rolled and came to a kneeling stance the second target sighted...

Crack....crack..crack.....

Heaving himself upwards he moved forward, sighting on the final target fifty yards out and firing at it as he ran...

Crack, crack....crack..crack.....


Clip empty he reloaded and moved to the far target to check his work, then returned to the two closer targets...and the still seated woman...

" When your sister first arrived at this precinct she was young, eager and righteous...despite being the only woman on an otherwise all male squad she managed to work hard and make a place for herself...."

She was sitting casually, one arm resting on the surface of the table and supporting her head as he began to speak...

"She impressed some of us...took the usual male crap in stride and concentrated on her job...and seemed to want to learn from the older officers that still felt we were here to "serve" our fellow man.."

Jeff spun and fired, having pictured where the remaing two targets were in his head, emptying half of the clip into each as he stood legs wide spread between the two...

"Sure she had needs...just like any man or woman has...and being single after a while she sought out others to satisfy those needs...the most likely and first place she went was to her own fellow officers..."

He continued to face the targets...not wanting Cory to see his face or the anger on it...Knowing she was playing with him in more then one way with her actions out here proving it to him...

"You might not accept this but being an officer and putting your life on the line has it's own unique risks...and thrills...after the chase is over and the "perp" is in custody there's a huge rush...and it's not uncommon for an officer to ride that rush and act out on it..."

A third clip in place he holstered the weapon

Then turned to face Cory...

"Like any thrill it's addictive...and your sister began wanting greater and greater ones...and then she began to change somewhere along the way as she found them."

Jeff gathered his gear and wiped the sweat off his brow, keeping an eye on the still relaxed woman reclining against the table....

"Keep the .380, you'll need it...Like your sister you've got a righteous streak in you...and a way of keeping secrets from the one or ones trying to help you. I'm going to lock the house up and then we can go back to the city...and you can finish what you started out to do last night"

That's what got her sister in trouble...Jeff knew and yet she had refused to listen or ask for help...

And Cory was headed in the exact same direction...

But this time he was determined not to get burned...

"I'll carry this Glock .45, that way I know at least you're armed when you walk into the bar and try to draw questions from a bunch of half drunk and horny men..."

And he'd have the firepower to back her up...not "IF' it got out of control...but "WHEN"...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

"Sure she had needs...just like any man or woman has...and being single after a while she sought out others to satisfy those needs...the most likely and first place she went was to her own fellow officers..."

Her own co-workers? She sat there, trying to imagine Jamie going after other officers for a roll in the sack. "You might not accept this but being an officer and putting your life on the line has it's own unique risks...and thrills...after the chase is over and the "perp" is in custody there's a huge rush...and it's not uncommon for an officer to ride that rush and act out on it..."

A rush?

"Well..." What could she possibly say to that? It's not like she'd know that feeling. Her life was constant, orderly and never really full of chaos.. except a deadline for Monday mornings.. It was all pretty sedate. But then again, her life was never on the line writing articles.. Interviews were always conducted in the safest environments imaginable..

"She changed? And you never said anything to me about it." She murmured, watching him watching her.

"Keep the .380, you'll need it...Like your sister you've got a righteous streak in you...and a way of keeping secrets from the one or ones trying to help you. I'm going to lock the house up and then we can go back to the city...and you can finish what you started out to do last night" Jeff turned and stalked off, as if she'd just let him lecture her and walk away!

She jumped up and followed behind him, his insulting her was just crossing the line.. No matter who was 'baby-sitting' whom!

"I am not self righteous!" She snapped at him as she cornered him at the old house. Hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread, she stood her ground and glared at his back. "I have a job to do, and that’s to get the truth! By any means necessary! And you, Detective Lee, have given me NO reason to trust you.. Or any of you." She folded her arms and waited for him to turn around and face her.

"You can sit there and point fingers all you like, accuse me of .. whatever it is you are accusing me of, but stop and think about it from my point of view a minute..." She paused, still waiting, but he seemed to be ignoring her. Her blood was beginning to pump rapidly in her body, her temper was climbing. She really disliked being ignored and Jeff seemed to be doing just that!

"How do I know you didn't arrange the whole thing for her." She said it so casually, so softly, but the implications were there. "How do I know you didn't decide you wanted to be some masked vigilante and play Jamie's little perverted games?" She smirked but she backed up a step, just in case.

"How do I know, how do I trust anyone here? hmm?" He did then turn to face her... Her face was flushed but not from embarassment, but from anger and tention. She was in the mood to fight, that much was obvious. She knew she was pushing buttons but didn't give a shit about that, she was grounded in her ideas. He really gave her no reason to trust him, he was merely doing his job.
and so she said it aloud as well, "You're only here with me because it's your job, you were made to stick with me." She folded her arms, but didn't backdown.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I am not self righteous!"

Jeff nearly laughed as Cory made one declaration angrily and then contradicted her own self in the same breath.

"I have a job to do, and that’s to get the truth! By any means necessary!

But he didn’t. Because right behind it followed blistering after scathing accusations…

Half of which hit home…hard.

"How do I know you didn't arrange the whole thing for her."

It wasn’t so much the words that stung…

"How do I know you didn't decide you wanted to be some masked vigilante and play Jamie's little perverted games?"

It WAS the tone, as if he deserved them…After all. It had been Jamie that started all this. It was HER idea that began it all. And when he had warned her to stop?

"How do I know, how do I trust anyone here? hmm?….You're only here with me because it's your job, you were made to stick with me."

“FUCK YOU SISTER” He growled and pushed “Miss James” aside…

Then stopped and spun again, “Miss” James right at his heels and nearly colliding with him.

“You never even asked WHY I brought you to my house…You never asked ONCE my relationship with Jamie after hours…And despite your fucking arrogance you ASSUME people will want to help you wrap this up?”

OK, he was steamed…and getting hotter…and knew that was just what she wanted.
“What I can’t believe is you… Coming here for a story that involves your SISTER…and wanting US to give it to you so you can PRINT it…”

Toe to toe they stood and Jeff returned her glare…

“You know you’ll condemn Jamie…and everyone involved in it…and you don’t think you’re NOT “RIGHTEOUS”???”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

“FUCK YOU SISTER” And there he went, walking off like a child not getting his way.

So the devil made her do it.

"BEG FIRST!" She turned and stormed right after him, her blood stirred with her temper, she was out for some blood. When he turned back around and stood nose.. well he bent over to be nose to nose with her, but it worked.

“You never even asked WHY I brought you to my house…You never asked ONCE my relationship with Jamie after hours…And despite your fucking arrogance you ASSUME people will want to help you wrap this up?”

"That's the pot calling the kettle black!" She pushed at his chest and stepped forward, "YOU didn't volunteer any information. IT ISN'T IN THE FUCKING REPORT! And you sure as shit had NO intention of ever telling me DICK unless I asked a direction question!" Again she poked him in the chest. If she could only stop and step outside herself, witness what she was doing, she actually might feel shame, regret, or awe struck over her own behavior. Hell.. Even her nipples were getting hard from her anger.. How fuckin' odd is that? Her mind sneered at her but she ignored it to argue with Jeff.

“What I can’t believe is you… Coming here for a story that involves your SISTER…and wanting US to give it to you so you can PRINT it…” He jabbed right back at her.. .Bravo!

She glared even harder, wishing lightening on his head about then..

"YOU assumed I was working, not I. You assumed I would actually write something like this up and you NEVER bothered to ask me my agenda.. And I thought detectives knew what uncover meant. Or is it only under covers?"

She saw red, they stood yelling back and forth, getting no where really but when he called her righteous all over again she growled at him as her fists curled tightly. She was Oh so tempted to slap the shit outta this man!

"Go fuck yourself." Was all she could grind out passed clenched teeth before marching to his car and getting inside. With a very hard pull she managed to slam the door rather satisfactory to her temperment at the moment.

"You can fuck yourself later! Let's get out of here, I have some shit to do..." that doesn't involve you! She continued to glare, between her urges to hurt him, her odd hormonal reaction to fighting with him and wondering where the nearest motel was, she was very quickly becoming a mess!

 

[BLACK BART]

The ride back to Jeff's house was quiet.

Dead quiet. Funeral house style...

The only exchange was the glares tossed back and forth...

At one point Jeff thought "Miss James" was about to speak and then realized she had only cleared her throat...

And he cursed himself out loud for being so foolish...

At last they arrived...Jeff sliding out of his seat and moving into the house...not bothering to wait for his "guest"...not caring if she came in at all...moving to the basement to clean both pistols that had been neglected at the shooting range...

At one point he though he heard the water running...then an electric motor...but instead of investigating he only turned up the radio...oiling each pistol; returning the .38 to the case...and the .45 to his belt holster...

He had stalled long enough...or so he hoped...the house upstairs was quiet and as he climbed the steps he assumed Miss James had indeed kept her promised plans and set out to find the facts on her own...

What he found waiting for him stopped him in his tracks....

"C...c...cory?"

"Who did you expect?" The woman who could have passed for Jamie demanded, her eyes and attitude telling Jeff it was indeed..."Miss James".

"No..." Jeff shook off the feeling he had seen this happen before and came halfway to his senses as he eyed the woman before him. "I see you're ready to return to the Night Owl. Well, good LUCK".

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

She fumed the entire trip back to Jeff's house and didn't mind letting him know it.

What a jackass! She shifted in her seat, doing her best at ignoring the driver. So thats how they rode, in complete silence. It suited her just fine, she wasn't in the mood for another yelling match. Certainly not with some man her sister had been fucking!

Damn you Jamie! I could kill you for this!

With a slam of the door, she stalked off ahead of Jeff, right into the house and up the stairs. Another slam upstairs indicated she was in her borrowed bedroom. A slam downstairs told her Jeff was finally out of her hair for a short time anyway.

First thing she did was strip bare, next she fished through the newly bought clothes to find a rather revealing slinky red dress, heels and underwear. She pulled her hair from the tight bun it was normally kept in and looked at her reflection only a moment before she took the scissors to her head.

Now with bangs, she dyed her hair a creamy blonde. While waiting she cursed Jeff a few more times and painted both sets of nails to match the red dress.

Showering, powdering, shaving, plucking, cursing Jeff.. It was a good hour before she was finally out of the bathroom and dressing. Then another thirty minutes to apply her new make up and curl her hair.

Finally she was ready.. And if her reflection was bad as she thought it was, men would notice.. Any male would notice with how much breast was showing above the vee neck of the dress.

"Got'em.. Flaunt'em." As Jamie used to say back in highschool. With a sigh, she felt the anger melt away. She really did miss her sister and wished to god she knew where to find Jamie. But until she figured that out she'd tollerate the egomaniac of a captain and the ex-lover downstairs.

Transfering her money and ID into a small red hand bag, she strapped on her three inch heels, prayed she wouldn't break her neck and slowly made a cautious way down the stairs.

And of course...

"C...c...cory?" Jeff was gaping, he would have to be at the bottom of the stairs right then.

"Who did you expect?" She snipped but with less venom than she felt earlier.

"I see you're ready to return to the Night Owl. Well, good LUCK". He turned away but she spoke rather quickly and very calmly as well, "Oh, well you will be with me. So I don't need too much luck." She smirked at his halted steps and tensed shoulders.

"After all the captain did say you had to stay with me.. Keep me safe and what not. oh.. Shouldn't you get ready to go? I mean shave at least?" She flashed a overly bright forced smile, knowing she was pushing buttons again.

"And I decided, if anyone asks.. I'm your new flame.. Hope you don't mind.. I mean after all Jamie has vanished and left you all alone..." She sighed, smirked and stalked into the kitchen to find herself a stiff drink. She knew he had bottles everywhere, she just had to unearth one.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff

Shave?

The Night Owl was as close to a dump as you'd ever get and she thought he should shave?

Jeff grunted.

In that outfit (No matter how damn GOOD she looked) she'd get one reaction.

And be lucky if she didn't get raped.

Right out on top of the greasy top of the pool table.


He walked down the hall and spotted Cory bending over, looking under the counter where he stored his Scotch...the fabric of the dress pulled taut over her buttocks and leaving NO doubt in his mind she was the tiniest of a G-string...and making his head reel with ideas of what he would do to her if she was willing.

Instead he made it to his bedroom and changed shirts, then pulled a shoulder holster over the looser shirt and then a light jacket over that...

Off went the hip holster and the .45 found a new home under his arm, an ancient baseball cap finished the ensemble and he was off...back to the kitchen where Cory had indeed found his stash.

He pulled the Scotch off the counter where she had left it sitting, poured a tall glass for himself and leaned back against the counter to watch her toss back her own...

"For the record? My "captain" ordered me to show you the crime sight and the reports...not one iota more...Even if he tried to make me any more of a babysitter he couldn't make it stick...and knows it."

Tossing back his own drink he regretted wasting the ancient scotch...and then shrugged.

"Think about that as you swing that shapely ass around inside the club tonight...I'm there strictly in an unofficial position and within a few hours most of the slime that accupies the bar will know it...So if you expect me to play hero and guard that...your back?"

He rinsed the glass and did the same for hers, then capped the bottle and stashed it back under the counter...

"This is going to be one HELL of a night" He predicted...

* Twenty minutes later as they pushed the doors open and stepped into the smoke filled dive Jeff knew that was an understatement...The place wasn't packed...but the faces inside represented some of the biggest and roughest bunch of ex-cons you could round up...and they were all in this place..half tuned and bunched around the pool table...hooting as Cory swayed in and placing bets over the next ball...*

"It's your show honey"

He grinned and patted her ass, then swaggered over to the dirty bar top and ordered a beer, then moved to the wall where he could his back to it...and his eyes on the rest of the crowd inside...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

She said nothing about his comments or to him as they drove over. She knew she was pressing his buttons, but she was doing it intentionally. It'd teach him to keep fucking with her if she made his life hell for the week or so she was here!

She was still glowering over the fact he'd kept shit hidden from her, purposely at that. If he knew anything, he should have known Jamie didn't tell anyone dick! Certainly not her older sister! Jamie was always getting her ass into trouble and this time was no different. It was beginning to wear thin on Cory's nerves.

Why was she even here trying to save her sister's ass yet again? What could she possibly gain from this? She kept asking herself that, kept trying to talk herself into leaving and forgetting a few rivals would kill for this story. She loved her sister, bad habits and all. She wouldn't leave Jamie to the wolves, and she wouldn't rest until she at least found her sister and made sure she was safe.

Fuck the rest of them. They didn't matter, only Jamie did.

She entered the bar, ignoring Jeff's little quips yet again and set off to find herself something to drink, stopped by Jeff's perch at the bar and pressed a wet noisey kiss on his cheek, "Do be a good boy now.." She gave a husky little chuckle and sauntered off to play pool with two rather geeky looking guys.

It wasn't hard to over hear the loud bunch at the next table. Nor was it possible to avoid groping hands each time she bent over to shoot at a ball. The two she'd taken on were silent, but watchful and wary. A little out of place in this bar, especially with the brutes at the next table..

She was bullied, bribed and pushed into dancing with one of the big guys, but rather easily kept him in line... And without even trying. They shared some small talk, found out he was working at the docks, loading crates into the big lines, supplies. He felt her ass a few times, suggested some sex loud enough for his buddies to hear and ended up left on the dance floor.

All in all, she hadn't found out shit in the two hours she'd been wasting time here.. But when her eyes searched for him, Jeff was still seated at the bar. A little tipsy and still annoyed with him, she put on a flirty little smile and made her way to his side.

"Jack please." she pulled a bill from between her breasts right in Jeff's face, acting the innocent part the entire time she paid the bartender and tipped him nicely. Pushing the remaining cash back between her breasts, she bent forward to hover over Jeff's ear.

"I didn't learn anything, but you knew that I wouldn't huh? It's alright, turn about is fair play." She glanced around, then slid into his lap, her arm snaking around his neck. She hid her bubbling laughter at the expression on his face, obviously he didn't want her on his lap but wasn't going to shove her off.. At least not yet.

"I did notice there are two tapes.. Almost the exact same scenes play by play, but there is a tiny minute bit that's different... One she's willingly being subdued and screwed.. the other she is not.." She felt him tense under her a moment, but she continued to let her hot breath brush his ear and slid in tighter against him. Was she teasing him? A brief thought entered her mind that, yes she was, but then again she was a pain in his ass.. Surely he wouldn't find anything about her appealing..
"One guy.. I noticed for certain one guy who was built differently than his counterpart.. the same scene, push and shove for push and shove.. but there are some things that dont change.. A cock is one of them.. did you know this was an edited, mixed, whatever.. video before showing it to me Love?"

The bartender approached, his eyes on her for a long moment, watching her shift in Jeff's lap. Did he think she was dry fucking him at the bar?! She wanted to say, "Stare a little harder or take a fuckin' picture!" but didn't. She smiled and slid her ass neatly into Jeff's groin.
"He missed me didn't he?" She asked the bartender before she sipped her drink, acting a lady dressed as a slut.. It was comical.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff couldn't believe it.

After an hour of strutting around and behaving like a cheap hooker she had the men at both tables not only drolling over her every swaying, erotic move...but completely cowed.

He didn't have to worry about her getting raped at least...though there were plenty of free "feels" going on...the worst she received was a half assed and clumsy "dirty dance" routine and when she left the hulking brute flat footed in the middle of the dance floor he only grinned and returned to his partners...

It dragged out another hour...it was obvious by the expression on her face she was getting no where except felt up...and he breathed a sigh of relief when she walked towards him and made a show of paying for her own drink with the wad of cash she had won over the green felt...

His relief lasted exactly one minute...Because exactly one minute after she tucked the wad back into it's gourgeous and well shaped hiding spot...

She turned her attentions on him...coyly planted her buttocks on his already hard cock...grinding away at it as she lewdly joked away her actions..her face smiling as if she didn't have a care in the world...her eyes cutting into him like a forty mile an hour winter storm...

The whispered accusations were still ringing in his ears as she took a long...slow pull on her drink, arching her head back as she held herself steady with her arm around his neck...leaving her breasts nearly pressed into his face before she finished...

"Get lost Rick"

"Huh?"

"I said GET LOST"

"I heard that I aint fuckin deaf...but what the hell do you mean? This is MY bar Jeff!

And it seemed Jeff had had enough...

"The bar is gawddamm closed RICK...use whatever reason you need and send me the bill for "profits lost"...But empty this place in two minutes or less...and yourself with them."

"Jesus Jeff...get a room would ya and leave me outa this?"

The look Jeff gave "Rick" was enough to send him waddling towards the group of men at the tables and break up the party...with a few glares and curses the men shuffled out...and with a

"It's gunna cost ya"

Rick followed and closed the door behind him.

"Do me a favor and get the hell of my lap, would you please?"

Jeff cocked an eyebrow and asked as cooly as he could in the position he was in.

And then lifted himself off the stool and unzipped his pants...reaching into them and wrapping his hand around his abused cock...

"If you think just because I'm DRESSED like a hooker...

His swollen and tender cock readjusted Jeff half zipped his pants and draped the tails of his shirt over them and looked up...

"That I might want to treat you like one and fuck you?"

Reaching over the counter he grabbed the neck of the bottle that Rick hadn't put away and two glasses...then nodded towards the tables...

"Come on...there's a few things I need to say to you...and then you can ask the questions you need answered...and I'll do my honest best to answer them..."

"It's about time.."

Jeff sighed and turned his head as they walked to the far back of the room and he set the glasses down on the cleanest spot on the first table...

"I can see why your sister looked up to you...and why she acted the way she did in some situations...but some where along the lines she decided to take a few short cuts...and ended up deeper in the game then she could handle..."

Drinks poured he offered Cory hers and then lifted his own and tossed it back...

"I needed to know a few things about you first hand...Jamie claimed you were a hard assed bitch but honest...and fair when it came right down to handling things...But people have the damdest way of changing under the wrong circumstances sometimes...you know?"

"So that was what all this crap was about...you were testing me?"

Cory's face was intent...her drink in her hand forgotten as she glared at Jeff and he stared back...

"I needed to make sure you were down here to help your sister first...and not just for the glamour story of it all..AND to be honest to make sure you weren't going to tear me down as well..."

"So this is all about protecting your ass?"

And that was the final straw...

Jeff gently placed his empty glass on the table...then turned and stepped up to Cory...looking down into her defiant face and shaking his head side to side.

"No Cory....it's about protecting YOUR ass and Jamie's...and getting you both out of this alive..without either one of you getting a dose of the medicine your sister received the second time around."

"Second time around Jeff?"

Cory had found the drink in her hand and chose that moment to take a deep drink, her eyes no longer glaring at him but carefully studying...

Jeff returned the look and then nodded...

"I'll explain that in a second...but AFTER you tell me who the hell you really are...no one suddenly learns how to shoot like you did...and Jamie hinted she was following in the footsteps of another person in her family...if I'm going to stick my neck out again I want to know who for."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

"Ah.. you are astute. Bravo.. bravo.. And here I was certain you'd never figure it out. Kind of sucks doesn't it?" She quirked a brow, not baiting him but serious, dead serious. "Not knowing, being misled and lied to... I work for Intel. As in ex-secret service, FBI but not the typical agent. Not a spy either. I gather information, I research fraud cases and get proof.. I.." She trailed her fingers of her empty hand up his chest, "dig up dirt." She downed the rest of her drink and took a cue in hand.

Lining up, she shot and sank a solid in the corner pocket. "My cover is a reporter. And I do the job, when it's required of me to do so. I travel the good ol' U.S of A. and unmask criminals in high places. It's boring work for the most part. A secretary here, a designer there... I am here not on business and certainly not pleasure Jeff. I am here to find my sister and those bastards who warped something into a sinister jab of revenge." She turned to look him over again, scrutinizing every little detail.

"Of all jobs I have had no trouble ever finding information before hand. This case, there is none substantial to be found. All a crock of shit in those reports and no real hard-nosed effort made. I found nothing when I began to dig and there is always something to be found. So I took two weeks personal leave and here I am. Now that my life is on the line and my career by telling you what I am.. I want to know was it worth it? I want you to let me pick your brain with no walls or lies."

She turned from her last shot, which she missed due to her inability to focus on the ball, and faced Jeff across the pool table. "I want every single one of those bastards, all seven. The six who raped her and the seventh who taped it, sold it online and humiliated her far worse than what was done already. They raped her of her soul, her life and what made her Jamie. I want to rape them of their lives." And she had enough pull to do it too.. if she didn't end up fired for fucking around in something Internal affairs was supposed to be doing, not her. Hell her C.O. didn't even know she was here, she was in a sense out of jurisdiction.

"And I want to know before hand.. what are you to my sister exactly?" She never treads in another woman's territory, and especially not her sisters.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jeff

"And I want to know before hand.. What are you to my sister exactly?"

Jeff struggled with the answer. He had promised to answer honestly and expected Cory to take him for his word...but still her first question was...personal...

"A stepping stone" He summed it up and nodded at his estimation of thier relationship. "I was her first partner, showed her the ropes and gave her a good insight as to the inner politics of the precinct and how they worked. We went out for a few drinks and she even passed out at my place once...but that was as far as it went."

And he had sat the entire night on the couch...leaving Jamie in his bed...safe and untouched...

Jeff grimaced and then shrugged again...

"She demonstrated how apt a pupil she was...and quickly figured out a way to get a stranglehold on over half the upper brass...and set out with a vengeance that fooled nearly all of us. Jamie knew she'd never make it as the hardest working and honest officer...so she turned herself into just the opposite...she began to flirt with the upper ranks...dating a different one each weekend and leaving them gasping for more...she fast gained the reputation of being a..."

Jeff stopped in mid-sentence realizing he was about to insult Jamie in front of her own sister...

"A what Jeff?"

"Loose woman?" Jeff suggested...

"That's NOT what you were about to say was it?" Cory corrected in a voice that reminded him of his sixth grade teacher...only his teacher never looked THAT damn good...

"She made it a point to let each and every male officer know there wasn't a single thing she wouldn't try or do...and it spread like fire up and down the precincts halls..."

"So she was a slut" Cory summed it up and made Jeff nearly drop his glass. "You said yourself everyone had needs...so what's so different if a woman has the large appetite?"

"How many women do you know that arrange their own gang bangs...Cory?"

That stopped her...Cory leaned the stick against the table and her hip...looking Jeff dead in the eyes to see if he was serious...

"So how do the two tapes fit into all this? We both know they're dubbed...and it proves Jamie was raped..."

"No" Jeff corrected and leaned against the table beside her. "The first time she staged her own sex orgy...made sure enough brass took turns in it to make it worth her while...and taped the entire thing from several different angles."

Jeff paused and wondered what was going through Cory's mind at that moment...if she was recalling the video she had watched and was trying to place what he was telling her...

"Afterwards she made sure each and everyone with a gold shield knew if they didn't take care of her that she'd send copies to their families...friends...and ranking officers, claiming she was raped..."

"I'm not real clear on this...tell me WHY if she was blackmailing them for SUPPOSEDLY raping her...did she get raped a second time?"

Jeff stared at his feet for long seconds before answering...and as he spoke turned to watch Cory's face...

"The first time she had their faces on tape and was in control of the situation, she even bragged to me how she enjoyed several of the men and wouldn't mind having them again. She had them by the balls and was quietly bleeding each of them every month. Then she got greedy and began making bigger demands and louder threats. The second time she had NO idea it was going to happen...the men that did it were all hired thugs...no connections to the cops that hired them...the dubbing was done to make it look like a sloppy cover up for the cons...instead it was a sleek way of taking the precincts "finest" out of the picture entirely and setting up a bunch of two time losers for the final fall. The faces of the “brass” were neatly cut out…the bodies of the cons selected by the closeness to the cops…and then it was leaked out on the Internet to further muck up the entire picture of what really happened."

And there it was…all in a neat and tidy package…all she needed now was the name of the officers and Cory could wrap it all up…

It was Jeff’s turn to wonder and ask a question…to speak the thing that had been nagging him since she had admitted to be more than just a reporter for a “sleeze mag…”

“You’re on “leave” you said and that hints at your C.O. doesn’t know you’re down here…what proof are you going to bring back to him…taped confessions?”

“What are you hinting at Jeff” Cory asked and narrowed her eyes…

“Proof Cory…You’re Central Intelligence…deep cover…how do I know you’re not wearing a wire under that get up and that I’ve not just hung myself out to dry?”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

"So in a nut shell, my sister turned to blackmail and law breaking to what? Have spending money?" His look said it all.

"FUCKING SHIT!" She swore, tossing the cue stick across the room as she turned first one way and then the other. Unsure what to do with herself.

She eyed Jeff, wondering just how much to she should tell him and how much more she shouldn't.

"A wire? Does it look like there is room for a wire inside this dress?!" She laughed harshly, finding no humor in any of this.

"And morally speaking, why would I want to solve it now? Hell, if that's all true then she asked for what she got in a sense..."

He was eyeing her up and down, obviously not believing there was no wire.

"Care to search me Jeff to appease your mind?"

 

[BLACK BART]

"Care to search me Jeff to appease your mind?"


To appease his MIND?

Jeff wasn't thinking with his mind as he watched Cory pace back and forth, her angry motions making the sway of her ass that more irresistble, the flash of her eyes making his heart beat faster.

"Yeah...why don't you turn around and assume the positon?"

After all there was only so much a man could take...and Jeff at this point wasn't drunk enough to not feel the swell in his crotch.

Cory stared back at him defiantly...her eyes glaring and then somehow changing...the fire turning to smoke as her cheeks flushed red...

And she spun to face the pool table, bracing her arms wide as she stepped back and spread her legs.

Oh yeah...she knew the position allright...no doubt had made countless others do the very same thing before arresting them...and now it seemed she was ready to acept the same treatment.

"Get it OVER Jeff so I can get out of HERE!

But Jeff had other plans as he stepped forward to begin his "search"

And as his hands touched her sides from behind Cory jerked and then hissed...proving she wasn't all that drunk either...and she was keyed up to the limit...

His hands curved over Cory's breasts and cupped them...squeezing them harshly and his thumbs rubbing her nipples deliberately as she complained...

"You always treat your suspects like this Jeff?"

"Only the mouthy ones Cory, keep sassing me and see what else you get." Jeff dared back at her and let his hands trail down to the flat of her belly and her groin...

There was nothing under the dress...Jef knew that by his touch and yet he knew he wasn't going to stop as he switched his hands around and ran them up her dress to her mound...

"Funny what micro-technology can do these days...A chip the size of a pinpoint can transmitt for 3 miles...and that chip could fit in a peice of jewelry the size of an ear-ring...or a body stud."

Cory turned and for a second they were face to face...thier bodies scant inches apart as she glared again at him...

"You BASTARD"

"Take it off Cory...drop them on the floor and crush them with your heel...and don't forget that stud I felt on your navel either..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Cory

He was deliberately teasing her!

She knew it, even he knew it. Nothing could have stopped her reaction, it wasn't that often she got felt up by anyone. Not that she wasn't appealing to the opposit sex but because of how well she could disable anyone foolish enough to try it.

"Damn you!" She cursed, his bare hot fingertips just glazed off her bare mound, his fingers were probing near her clit, looking for another piercing. That much was obvious by his words.

"Take them off Cory.." He repeated. As if he really needed to repeat himself.

She pulled out her earrings without even flinching as she crushed them beneath her heel.. She halted at the navel ring. Her eyes snapped as she eyed him.

"Going to stand there and watch?" It was amusing, if she really thought about it. Her jewelry wasn't bugged, but he didn't know that.

"Yup.." Was all he said. His eyes were as determined as hers were. He was going to force the issue.. So be it..

She reached for the hem of her short little dress and stopped, a wicked little smile creeping across her face. Her hands moved away, "If you don't remove it, we have no deal." His warning was wasted on her, she had every intention of compliance with his wishes.

Her hands braced on the pool table behind her, without a word and locked eye to eye, she hoisted her ass up onto the table. Her grin was cocky as she shifted around a little, pushing balls and cue out of her way. She let her legs fall open, however not enough to show anything off, bracing her hands behind her.

Still she stared at him, her little grin had him looking a little more into the challenge, if that smirk on his lips was any give away?

"Remove it then Jeff." With a little shrug, she left it entirely up to him. He had to face her, stand between her thighs and his hands would be sliding over her bare hot flesh inorder to get that dress high enough to see.. And she wanted to watch his face as he did it. This little challenge session was going to take more time than the bartender thought.. She hoped Jeff locked the door..

Her smile grew wider, more daring. "You do know how to remove it, don't you?"