The Client (Closed)

"That's good to know," Jeremy said as he pulled his finger out of her soaking wet pussy. He started to lick it, tasting her wetness. "You taste very good indeed. God I'm going to have so much fun with making you my personal slut while I'm away from my wife," he said as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He started to squeeze her breasts as she continued to talk.

"Don't worry," he said with a mischievous grin on his face, "I'll make sure I punish you in the most fitting way. But," he said playfully, "speaking of fitting, I want to make sure I can fit in your tight cunt." He looked down as he pushed his fully erect member against her pussy. He figured she was still probably fairly tight seeing how she had a grasp on his finger while it was in her. He moved his hands down towards her legs, spreading them open before starting to slide the tip of his cock in her.

"I bet a little horny cum slut like you is just dying for me to blow my load in you, isn't that right?" he asked as he started to push deeper in her. He could hear her moans as he started to fill her. Jeremy took his time as slowly started to slide in deeper, then pulled out some, then went back in deeper, continuously repeating the process.
 
That was the first time she ever really blushed with a man also the first time one has ever been that straight with her about filling her up. Natasha wasn't opposed to it though she had never done it before. Her being 'protected' wasn't the issue either seeing as she didn't want any babies anytime soon. There just wasn't a man who made her want to give him that privilege. She writhed a bit underneath him getting used to the teasing motion he was doing to her. This was so wrong but when was she known to make good decisions? He was so thick taking him in made it hard to focus on anything else but adjusting to it.

She started to scream to word "Fuck" as he pressed deeper inside of her. Natasha's eyes locked on to the muscles that had been flexing in his arms with each push "I want it Mr. Smith" she smiled before playfully reaching up to smack him on the ass. "I've been a good girl so far and I think that deserves a little icing on top". She said barely being able to get the words out without them dripping in sex. In her head she could believe the words had just left her lips. This guy hadn't even fucked her yet and she was giving in already? Maybe it was because just his dick being inside of her felt good. He was the biggest she'd had and Natasha would probably cum just because he asked her too.
 
Jeremy rammed his cock hard in her as she tried to admit that she had been good. "I'll let you know when you've been good or bad, got it you little whore?" he asked rhetorically. He slid his hard member out farther then rammed it back in, this time going faster and deeper. He could hear her scream and moan. His cock was getting covered in some of her juices as he could tell she was holding back cumming.

Jeremy grabbed Natasha's hands and pinned them above her head. He could see the desire in her eyes, the same intensity as the desire in his. He continued to go faster and deeper. He could feel her try to wrap her legs around his waist as he continued to plow her. He continued to fuck her harder, not even breaking a sweat. "Tell me how much of a fucking dirty whore you are," he commanded as he pushed all the way in her pussy. "I want to hear you beg like the little cum slut you are for me to fill you up."
 
Natasha arched her lower back perfectly in tune with the way he began to force his way into her. He wanted her to beg but she could barely even make out words much less beg. She tried to break her hands free and then she felt herself starting to give in to his cock. She could feel the lips of her pussy start to swell and hug him even tighter.
"Please fill me with your cum. Treat me like your little slut. I want it!" Natasha squealed and again tried to wrap her legs around him.

As she started to cum herself she wondered what it would be like to have him explode inside her. She wanted to time her own orgasm perfectly with his, but she wasn't going to be able to hold her cum for that perfect moment. Natasha might even be on her third orgasm before she managed to get him burst.
 
Jeremy was still fucking her, surprised at how tight she was. He could feel her pussy tighten on his cock, her body tensing as she tried to beg. "Oh fuck," he groaned as he pushed harder and deeper, "I didn't think you'd be this fucking tight. With the way you acted and have acted according to the papers I didn't expect much tread on the tires." He started to pull out slowly only to go back in deeper.

He was a little surprised when she started cumming. He felt her cum start to cover his hard member. He kept one hand on her wrists and moved the other one down to her clit, starting to rub it hard as she continued to cum. He started to rub furiously as she continued her orgasm. "Such a fucking slut. And I thought it was just us guys who had a bad reputation with being quick," he teased as he felt her first orgasm subside. "I'm not going to cum in you until you beg me to like you mean it, got it you little fucking whore?" he said firmly as he started to push himself in deeper and faster.
 
She smirked smugly at his tread on the tires comment. Part of what he'd heard was true but most of the rumors were just that; rumors. She could be a nympho but that didn't mean that she had no taste. Natasha flirted with almost everyone and anyone just to see the uneasy reaction her comments would give them. As far as letting them sample her body well, that was a treat only savored by those who really revved up her sexual imagination. Smith was one of those men. Max wasn't really one but he didn't really take no for an answer and his persistence paid off.

Natasha's legs fell open more for him as he began to play with her clit, milking her for even more of her juices. Her breathing sped up as the intensity of her orgasms did. "I can't beg when you forcing me to cum so hard!" she barely moaned out. His fucking of her was starting to take it's toll on her. The sensations were so overwhelming that Natasha found herself trying to crawl away from him. She wanted to pull herself off his dick and give her pussy time to recover. His hands pinning her wrists down wasn't going to let that happen though.

"Cum inside me. Fill me up with your cum until it leaks out of me." She screamed at the top of lungs as he pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. "And when you're done, your whore wants to lick your cock clean" Natasha groaned out feeling her next climax preparing to overtake her.
 
Jeremy smiled at her comments. He could tell he was ready to cum and that Natasha was yet close again. He thought briefly thinking how many times she had cum already. He figured this was going to be her third or fourth time for the night. He took his time moving his hand down her firm body. When both of his hands were lower he moved them to her tight ass and squeezed firmly on it.

"Don't worry you little slut," he said as he groaned while fucking her harder, "I'll make sure I fill you up really good." He continued to start to fuck her harder. His cock couldn't hold it anymore as he grabbed her ass tighter and pulled her closer to him. He made sure his balls were hitting against her body as he started to shoot his cum deep in her vagina. He could feel his long, thick streams of seamen empty out of him and start to fill her.

He felt her body tense up again. He was wondering if she was going to be cumming again, this time with him. Jeremy leaned down and kissed her as he continued to fill her. He did his best to try to make sure he filled her completely. He wanted to overfill her like she begged for. He couldn't tell if her moans and screams after their kiss was a result of that happening or her cumming again. He did know that she was already cumming again, this time with him.

As soon as he felt her start to cum he laid on top of her and pushed down on her hips, making her struggle for her body to arch up. He felt their cum mix for a while before he dismounted her and slowly pulled his cum drenched cock out of her. He looked down at her swollen pussy, seeing a mixture of cum leak out of it. As he stood he looked at her. "Get on your knees you little fucking whore," he commanded. "Just show me how good you are at cleaning up your mess."
 
She gave him a sly smirk and then slid onto her knees. Natasha could feel the mess that the two of them made starting to ooze its way out of her. She closed her eyes and took a moment to enjoy that feeling before getting to her task of 'cleaning'. She started by kissing her way up his thigh then she grabbed the base of his cock with her hand. "Mmm" she moaned as she gave it a long lick from base to tip. The entire time she kept her gaze locked on him as she swallowed him down.

Taking extra attention and care she held his cock steady her mouth sucked on and cleaned the head with her tongue. Natasha swiveled her head slightly making spiral circles around his shaft. Her free hand was busy trying to keep most of their cum still inside of her until she could make it to her shower.

When she felt like she was done with him she smiled and gave the hand covering her pussy a nice big lick sopping up whatever juices that had managed to ease their way out of her. "That was fun!" she giggled falling back onto the soft plush rug that covered her living room floor. She gave her body a nice long stretch as if she was a feline and then sat up again. "You barely look like you've even broken a sweat Smith." she remarked running her fingers along the back of his calf as he towered over her.

"Ready to get clean so we get dirty all over again? Or..." She looked over to the clock hanging over her fireplace "Or is that all I get for tonight?".
 
Jeremy looked down, his gaze locked onto hers as she gave his cock a good licking. To say that he forgot what it was like would be a lie. His wife and him both had a healthy, active sex life. It just wasn't every day you got to screw the hottest piece of ass on the news when there was a good chance she would be going to jail.

He looked down and watched as she cupped her pussy, trying to keep the cum in her. "One of the perks of staying in shape," he told her in response to her comment about him not looking exhausted. "I take care of my body and it rewards me with not struggling like some of the little boys you've probably fucked," he said with pride. He reached down as she finished stretching out on her rug. He pushed two fingers in her, getting a scoop of their cum before he tasted it. "I like this mixture," he said with a small grin. "What's the point in showering if you're only going to get dirty again?" he asked as he wiped the remaining traces of the mixed cum on her perky nipples.

He was thinking if he should have another round with her since it was still fairly early to him. He was thinking of his options when he thought to let her make the decision. "What does my little cum slut think?" he asked as he continued to stand over her. "Have you been good enough to make me stay here and play some more or no? And if I do stay, are you going to be more cooperative in our sessions starting tomorrow?" He moved his hand down so it was running against her chin. "And you can only answer by begging like the little bitch you are."
 
Natasha sat still thinking for a moment as the air cooled the cum around her nipples. She couldn't figure out what he meant by more "cooperative". She thought she had been. It was at least more subtle then things she had done to men she went after in the past. She went back to sitting on her knees as she tapped her index finger against her chin and thought.

"I promise to be a good girl during our next meeting.". Those words might as well be a lie as she remembered that he only recorded the meeting via sound. This meant that she could do whatever she wanted really. It's not like anyone would be abled to see her unless he had other people with him.

She smiled knowing that she had some freedom in the situation as long as she didn't say things like fuck me during his recording sessions. Then she focused on getting him to stay the rest of the night. "Stay just a little longer" she moaned running her manicured fingers along his leg until her hand was able to cup his balls. Natasha handled them a moment and then continued. "There's so much more cumming we can do" she ran her tongue along the flexible skin that covered his balls. "Please stay and play with me some more. I want your cock to put me to bed tonight." She said giving his member teasing kisses from her soft lips.
 
Jeremy let out a soft moan as he felt Natasha play with his balls with her hand than her mouth. He looked down as she kissed his shaft. It was no surprise to either of them that it had started to get hard again. He watched as she continued to make love to his cock. He allowed her to play with it for a few moments before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. He looked down at the toy and then noticed the movie on the TV that was paused.

"Was I interrupting something earlier?" he asked as he sat her down on the bed. He looked at her as she gave him a little blush. "What other kind of toys do you have in here that you like to use or have used on you?" he asked as he laid down next to her. "I want you to go find a toy that I should use on my new pet," he told her as he unpaused the movie. "I'm pretty sure you have a few toys that have been neglected for a while," he said as he kissed her deeply before smacking her ass, causing her to get off the bed. He continued to watch the movie as Natasha went looking for some toys.
 
She was surprised to see him start the movie more importantly just how comfortable he had made himself in her home. Natasha walked over to her dresser, looking back over her shoulder and over at him as he looked over her bedroom. She carefully lifted the top layer of her underwear and sat it aside to get to the bottom of the drawer. This was where she hid a lot of things, naughty and un-naughty.

Natasha had toys for almost any occasion and few different lubes too but there was always one toy she's wanted to use with a partner. It had ripples and a silicone skin. It was bright blue and thick and had one small limb protruding from the top and just off to the left. The thicker end could rotate and wiggle in different ways as well as vibrate.

Natasha's hands glided over all of her toys until she settled on that one. She slyly grabbed it then turned quickly so that she could face Smith without letting him see what she had chosen. Her cheeks were now flushed with red as she sauntered over to the bed. The room was filled with the sounds of people having sex thanks to the vid she had been watching earlier. For a moment she gazed up at the screen to see exactly what was happening. It was a girl having her clit spanked with a cock while eating out another girl. "Hmm..." she spoke not really knowing what to say at the moment and her embarrassment ran much deeper than that when she thought about her next words.

"It's called a rabbit!"Natasha said shyly taking the toy from behind her back. She gripped the thicker end and held the toy up for his inspection. "It's totally up to you but the shorter extension can be used for clit stimulation or" she paused beginning to blush again "Or anal stimulation if you wanted too"
 
Jeremy watched the movie and glanced over at Natasha as she walked to the dresser. He figured she would've had her toys hidden in the closet, but none the less he didn't think much of it. He continued to make himself comfortable as he watched the movie. As soon as he heard Natasha speak he moved his head to look at her. She had a wonderful body and was making her way over to him with her hands behind her back. Jeremy didn't object since it made her breasts stick out a bit more.

He listened as she described the rabbit before showing it to him. "Anal?" he asked inquisitively as if he hadn't known. "Have you ever used it on your ass?" he asked her. He figured that she probably hadn't. "He continued to look at he flush red face as he asked another question. "Have you ever done anal before?" He patted the bed next to him to signal for her to join him. Once she did, he gave her a long deep kiss as he took the toy from her.
 
"No" she squeaked out barely able to break their kiss. "To the anal I mean. I've never used it for that but I've used other things". She admitted more easily now. She had fallen for his naive reaction to her choice. Had she known he had more knowledge about this subject she probably would have chose something different.

"Have you?" she started to asked him his own question and then laughed when noticed how funny it would be to ask this obviously cunt loving man if he's had anal. "Have you given anal before I mean? It's one of the few things I haven't really tried yet.".

Natasha looked back up at the screen before lying back on elbows and getting comfortable. She waited for his answer while she looked down examining how hard her nipples had gotten since they first started having their fun.
 
"I've tried it and had it tried on me," he said hoping that she wouldn't be too surprised. "My wife thought that if she was going to experience it then I should as well. It seemed only fair. Except we didn't use a rabbit," he said as he held the toy. "I didn't like it as much as she did," he told her as he started to push the rabbit in her pussy. He continued to push deeper until he got the other part to rub against her clit, massaging it. He watched as Natasha moaned while he turned it on.

"Don't worry," he started to say, "I'll make sure that your ass gets use to having things in it. I'm sure that you'll love it after a while," he said as he pushed it in deeper. Jeremy could hear her breathing increase dramatically. "So are you going to cum on this, my little slut?" he asked as he looked down at her while he sat up, "or do you want to cum on the real thing?" He continued to play with the rabbit, focusing more on the part working her clit rather than focusing on her pussy.
 
Natasha lied back reveling in how well he handled her toy on her. She hadn't expected to hear that he and his wife seemed to have a satisfying sex life. His wife seemed kinky as all hell which made Natasha wonder why Smith was now between her legs. She pushed that thought away though as she heard him ask for her choice in cocks. Her toy was doing a fine job but his proposal sold his body for her. "I'd rather have the real thing". Natasha moaned scooting back farther on the bed and off of the vibe altogether.

"It would it be too much to ask can I ride your cock?" She spread her legs and peered down the middle of them to look at him. "It's the least I can do after you fucked me so well. I want to return the favor." She smiled this time free of embarrassment. Natasha toyed with herself while she gave him time to answer. There was no doubt that he had control but was he sure of what he got himself into with her?
 
Jeremy smiled as she said that she wanted his cock when she was given the choice. "That's no surprise that you would want the real thing," he told her as he removed the toy and set it aside. "I like how you're such a good little cum slut. You just need to make sure you work hard for your treat before you can enjoy it," he told her as he pointed to him limp member. Jeremy knew that she was going to blow him before she got to ride him.

He watched as she moved around and started to suck on his member. He felt her play with his balls as she started to suck it back to life. Jeremy moaned as he felt her do a wonderful job with his blowjob. At the same time he started to rub her clit and pussy. He thought that it was only fair since she was going to be doing most of the work. He continued to finger her while she worked on his cock. It didn't take too long before it was hard enough to where she would be able to ride it. He pulled his fingers out of her, glistening with her juices as she started to mount him, slowly sliding her soaking wet pussy on his cock as he laid back and watched.
 
Natasha closed her eyes and rested her hands on his toned abs while she slid more and more of him into her. She worked her hips in unison with his. Natasha seemed at ease threading his cock into her like he was a screw she was simply twisting in. When she felt her pussy reach the base of his cock and her ass resting on his balls she smiled. Then she slid her body forward slowly as he was impaled inside her. She couldn't believe how different it felt from having him on top.

Her body grew even more relaxed when her hips slid backward and then she raised them up slowly. Natasha was taking it slow at first, building up a natural rhythm she wanted to follow as she fucked him. As she began to pick up the pace, her fingers gently clawed into the soft skin covering his stomach. Her breathing also began to pick up it's pace as well.

"I'm going to cover you in my cum Smith.", Natasha whispered as she slammed his hard member back up into her. Her body was moving perfectly in the way a bull rider grips on tight as they ride. Every once in a while she would even throw in a few counter clockwise half circles, making sure that the head of his cock explored every inch she get it to reach.

Natasha then rested her hands behind her and on his thighs as she rocked her body back and forth. She wondered what was going through his mind and if he had been enjoying this. Her body began to speed up and in sporadic spurts when she felt herself nearing her next orgasm of the night.
 
Jeremy watched as she started to fuck him. He relaxed as she took her time before getting up and started to gyrate her hips on his now fully erect member. "You're such a good little fuck toy, aren't you?" he asked as she put her hands on his his abdomen. As she did he reached up and started to caress her breasts.

As she continued to go faster and sit up more his grip on her breasts became tighter. By the time she was leaning back, riding him hard, he was squeezing her breasts just as hard as he started to thrust his cock deeper in her pussy. "Oh fuck yes," he said as he felt her twist and turn, letting his cock go all over her pussy.

He had heard Natasha mention that she was going to cum all over his body which excited him even more. Without any warning he started to unload his cum deep in her soaking wet pussy. He could feel his semen go deep in her, covering her all over as she twisted and turned. "I think," he said between breaths, "it'll be you covering my body with our cum." He could feel her body tightening, knowing that she was close to exploding all over his hard dick. "And you'll be a good pet and clean it all up with your mouth, won't you?" he said rhetorically.
 
Natasha just smiled sarcastically and kept her up fucking like 'his good little pet'. Her mind on the other hand wasn't as totally well behaved as her body. She pent his wrists above his head when she felt him getting closer and closer. She held his hands down with all her body could spare while her hips worked her pussy on his cock. Natasha lent down, pressing her soft pout onto the soft skin of his neck. "I'll be good,.." she whispered into his ear as she came again, and again mixing both of their juices.

Natasha had to resist the urge to bind him to her bed. She had the straps to bind him strategically placed under her mattress with the cuff ends hidden well under her bed pillows.
 
Jeremy moaned and grunted as he continued to cum in her. He could feel her start to cum as well. Shortly after he felt her hands grabbing his and pinning them above his head. After she had told him that she would be good he freed his hands and grabbed her hips. He could feel her body tense again as she was about to cum yet again. As he pulled her off of his cock he could feel her cum, mixed with some of his, squirt onto his chest. He slowly pulled her up to his upper chest as she continued to cum on him.

"Fuck," he said calmly. "You're such a wonderful lay, Natasha." He pulled her down and kissed her deeply as her chest pressed against his. He could feel their bodies mix with their cum. At the same time he moved one hand down and smacked her ass hard several times. After spending several minutes of kissing and making out he looked at her. "Show how much of a good girl you are and lick up our mess," he told her as he started to push on her shoulders, making her slide down his body.
 
She smirked at him and went to doing her duty. Natasha kept her eyes on him as she pressed her tongue firmly to abs and trailed her way up his chest. She let her tongue form a zigzag pattern all the way up his chest, tasting every little bit of their cum as she could before her lips found his nipples. Natasha giggled as she took her first nibble on them and then looked up to make sure that he was okay with this. There were many things she loved about the male form and if Smith kept true to his new 'workout' plan he'd found them all out eventually.

She enjoyed the moments of cleaning him with her tongue but it was getting late. Natasha rolled over onto her side as the mess they had made between her legs started to cool. The clock on her bedside table read nearly 11pm. "Has it really been that long Smith?" She asked motioning over to the clock. "You could stay if you want but I don't think you want that kind of attention". Natasha smiled hinting at the terms of their arrangement. The last thing he or she really needed was to let someone catch wind of tonight's activities. She sighed stretching her arms over her head. It was times like these when she was lost for words. Natasha really wasn't the 'cuddle me' type.
 
Jeremy looked over at the clock as she pointed out what time it was. "Shit, I didn't know it was that late," he stated. "No, I definitely don't need that kind of attention at all," he said as he stood up. He got dressed while looking down at Natasha. "I have to call my wife and wish her a good night. I have a press conference at noon then I'll be over tomorrow at about 3 to go over some more information with you. Don't go running out and causing trouble," he said jokingly as he looked down at her anklet. "Hopefully you'll have some new insight when I ask more questions or play time may not last as long as this."

Jeremy finished getting dressed and left to head to the elevator. As soon as he got to his car he went to his hotel and called his wife. He knew it was late but he still talked to her for about 10 minutes before heading to bed. The next morning he woke up and took a quick 3 mile run in the gym before getting a shower in. During his press conference he told the media about how he was going to ask for the evidence and statements to be reviewed from the wife. He had never really dealt with the media that much but he did make his statement and declined answering more than two questions.

When he was done he went and worked on some paperwork, reviewing notes from the previous day before making some submissions to the judge. He wanted a mistrial due to no body being found, the new information about the "widow" and that there wasn't any real evidence. He also had the recording that Natasha played for him via voicemail. He looked at his watch and headed over towards Natasha's apartment, dressed in a stain free suit. Just as it was a few minutes to three he knocked on the door, awaiting her response to have him come in.
 
Last night had been amazing for Natasha. After Smith had left she drew herself a nice bubble bath and soaked. The purpose of the bath however was so that her body wouldn't feel as sore the next day and less about actually getting clean. She splashed her toes in the water thinking about what the next day might bring and then suddenly back to why she was in this mess in the first place. Natasha had wondered many times about where Max was. It was the last thought in her head as she crawled into her luxurious bed which still smelled faintly of Smith's cologne.

Little did she know as well as most of the world other than his wife that he was actually close by. Back at the Harrington mansion his wife Carrie prepared a small plate of food. Usually there were help lingering about to do things like that but not at eleven o'clock at night when they've all went home. Carrie grabbed the plate as well as a small key from her pocket unlocking their home theater Max had built in the basement.

It was the perfect place to watch a movie since the basement didn't allow sunlight so there wasn't a glare and the concrete walls made it absolutely sound proof so a movie could be as loud as you wanted it to be. Carrie made sure she had a nice firm grip on the plate before she twisted the key to the basement. Stepping in and turning on more lights, "It took you long enough! I could have starved to death down here" a male voice criticized her.

"Oh I would be careful if I were you. Don't suggest ideas Max". Carrie spoke back dropping his plate to the floor and checking the ankle chain she was using to hold him there. "The world thinks you're dead already anyhow. Oh and thanks to that little pop tart of yours I'm going to get away with it." Carrie then kicked his plate over to him. Carrie had been planning this for nearly a year. She didn't care about revamping their home. No, she wanted Natasha there as bait for husband and a patsy to take the fall for his untimely demise.

She was so young when she'd married Max and like a fool actually in love. This made her dumb enough to sign a prenup so she couldn't get at his money unless he died. Now though Carrie wasn't as blind as she used to be and fell out of love with Max years ago. She also knew it would only be a matter of time before she was replaced by a newer model. This way she got his money and her revenge for many broken hearts caused by him.

"They've given up looking for you well at least your body anyway." She said snidely taking up a chair. "Natasha is doing her part perfectly well too", Carrie said referring to Natasha sexpot antics.

Max looked up from his plate with a raised eyebrow. He wondered what Carrie had meant by that. "Was Natasha in on this the whole time?" He asked feeling the slight sting of betrayal from his mistress of all people. Carrie didn't answer his question and simply smiled enjoying his confusion. "Why? Did you actually love her? Think she loved you?". Carrie smirked pulling a few newspaper and tabloid clippings from her back pocket.

"Here's what your little slut's been up to while you've been away." She proudly handed the news clippings over to him. "Those should entertain you for awhile. Although, boring you to death also sounds just as fun." Carrie stood looking at her watch and taking the knife from her back pocket. She wasn't going to stab him no, she just gave his arm a small cut. "I got to run, lot's and lot's of planning to do. I'll be back in a day or two don't worry." She spoke as she slipped out of the room and locked the door behind her. There was word to be done indeed if she wanted to keep Max missing and possibly dead.

The next day was pretty uneventful for Natasha though. She watched as Smith handled the press conference and felt hopeful for the first time in weeks. When he rang her doorbell she rushed to it but froze when she heard the words "Breaking news" and that it involved her case echo from the tv.

"New evidence has been brought forth in the Harrington case. Maybe even a possible murder weapon?" the news reporter spoke. The tone in her voice obviously dramatized to entice the viewers. Natasha simply unlocked her door and then entranced by the news slowly paced back to her living room sofa."Police say that an anonymous witness led them to the possible murder weapon which was found in a storage locker owned by the suspect." the reporter later added causing Natasha to look toward Smith as he stepped inside. "Police only searched the locker after the witness reported seeing Natasha frequent the lot in the days after Harrington's disappearance."

Not long after his cell phone rang, no doubt that it was the prosecution calling to notify him of the news she thought. Natasha ignored the conversation though to pay attention to news. "DNA results aren't in as of yet but the bloody item doesn't help the suspects defense.". After hearing that Natasha fought back tears and turned off the tv. Looking to Smith for guidance she asked "So now what?"

Meanwhile~~~~~

Carrie Harrington was hanging up her cell phone and grinning as news reporter she just called drug Natasha threw the mud. She didn't expect the news to spread this fast when she had paid off the storage rental owner to tip off the police and place the knife in her unit. That's why she was making her round of calls to get the news out there. Carrie had also gotten to know a lot about Natasha as well while they worked together. Carrie had even been to her apartment a few times giving her the perfect chance to take the knife from Natasha's kitchen. Now though there was nothing left to do but wait. "This should kill any doubt about her guilt now" Carrie laughed pouring herself a small glass of wine and turning on her favorite reality tv show.
 
Jeremy was waiting for the door to open when he heard the news on the TV from inside. It took a minute for the door to unlock. During that time he had his phone ringing. He looked at it and answered it, "this is Smith," he said in a professional tone. He listened and held up a finger as soon as Natasha had asked him what they should do. He could see the look in her eyes, the look of shock and horror. He closed the door as he continued to talk to the prosecution.

As soon as he hung up the phone with the prosecution he called the courthouse to talk to the judge. He was told that the judge would be able to meet with both of them at six that evening. Jeremy looked at his watch and saw that time wasn't fully on his side. After hanging up with the courthouse he opened the door and made his way into the apartment, the look on his face even more serious than yesterday. "Sit," he commanded her as he pointed to the chair on the table. He watched as she sat down obediently for once.

He pulled out his laptop and notes just as he did yesterday. "I'll cut any chances of bullshit that may exist. When the police presented you with a search warrant they searched your apartment and your vehicle, correct?" he asked as he waited for a response. "When they did that did they know about you renting a storage unit? Make sure to tell me just yes or no." He waited again for an answer from her. "I also need the address of the storage unit along with the access code for it as well." Jeremy got an inkling of an idea and pulled out his phone. He stood up and walked over towards the door as he made a call.

The person on the other end answered, "I was wondering how long it would be before you called me," he said. Jeremy asked if there was any chance he might be able to obtain official copies of the surveillance tapes of the storage units in the interior and exterior of the building. "Shit," the other person said, "you do know how much trouble I could get into for doing something like that, right?" Jeremy told him that he knew. "What would I get out of it?" was the main question that Jeremy didn't want to answer. As he looked over at Natasha he replied, "I can get you a meeting with the most popular person in America right now. I can't guarantee if she'd be willing to 'thank you' but I'm sure a photo or autograph will do." After that he hung up the phone and headed back towards the table.

Jeremy looked at the paper with the access code on it and then looked at Natasha. "So, who knew this code?" he asked her bluntly. "Is there any way Max or Carrie would've known?" he asked just as stern as before. As he got his answer he started to pack everything up. "I need to go see about getting this possibly dismissed, or used in our favor," he said. "Until I tell you otherwise," he started to say as he took her phone, "you are on a social media lock down." He went and deleted her apps for facebook and twitter along other social media ones. "No talking about this, no texting anyone about it, nothing. Got it?" He looked at her as she nodded. "If anyone asks, you have no comment or you just hang up the phone."

Jeremy took a moment to look at Natasha. "Don't worry, I have a friend that works for the government looking into an angle that might help us. I'm going to meet with the judge and prosecution than I'll find out what's going on. I'll be back to update you as soon as I can, alright?" He ran his hand across her face, stopping at her chin as he tilted it up so she was looking directly at his eyes. "I will not give up just because of some fucking 'anonymous tip' that magically just occurred." He gave her a small kiss and headed out the door on his way to the courthouse.
 
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