EPILOGUE: One week later...

“Hello, Victoria!” Nancy greeted her husband’s receptionist with a tight-lipped smile as she walked past her desk, not bothering to stop, “Gotta talk to Patrick for a moment, alright?!”

Ignoring the young woman’s reply, Nancy simply walked into the waiting room of the district attorney’s office. Sitting there in one of the chairs was Marcel O’Hara, one of Patrick’s colleagues and one of the slimiest weasels she had ever encountered. She had met him at a few Christmas parties and always found him secretly checking her out.

He leered at her from behind his fancy glasses as soon as she entered and she felt a sudden need to cover up. “Hello Nancy!” he greeted her with a creepy smile, “Your ex is currently in a zoom-meeting, then I have an appointment, which should not take too long. You can wait with me if you w…”

“I’m first!” the detective firmly cut him off, making her way towards the glass door to Patrick’s office and opened it without knocking.

Patrick McKenna looked up from his conference call as she walked in and closed the door behind herself, surprised at the sudden intrusion, but within a second he recovered, giving her a serious look, lifting a finger at her to signal her to wait for him to finish his call.

“Patrick, we need to talk!” she said, her voice quiet with held-back anger.

Again, her still-husband’s finger came up, signaling her pointedly that he was busy while his eyes did not even leave his screen. Being made to wait like this was too much.

“Patrick!” Nancy hissed, her fury bubbling over, causing him to look at her, “Right fucking now!!!”

Patrick sighed and nodded.

“Sir, my apologies. I will call you back in a moment, this will not take long!” he addressed his computer before quickly cutting the connection.

“Hello, Nancy!” he said, his eyes emotionless as he pointed to the visitor’s chair opposite his big mahogany desk, “Please, sit!”

“I don’t want to sit, Patrick!” Nancy fumed, instead beginning to pace up and down, “How can you throw my damn case out? I have him! I have Jackson Motherfucking Montell on tape, crystal-fucking-clear quality buying a shipment of finest merchandise in a hotel room in the fucking Charlton! I have him dead to fucking rights and you throw it out?”

“Nancy, please sit!” Patrick repeated, his eyes still firm.

“I don’t want to fucking sit! I want you to tell me what the fuck it is you think you are doing!” Nancy yelled.

Patrick McKenna sighed. Turning towards his computer he quickly typed a few words. “It’s not about the evidence, Nancy. It’s about the way you got it…”

He turned the screen of his computer around for her to see. A look of confusion spread over Nancy’s face, followed by utter horror. Opened in Patrick’s browser was a video on pornhub, playing a scene shot with the definite shakiness of a phone camera.

Stunned, Nancy stared at herself, on all fours on the bed back at the Charlton, getting utterly pounded from behind as Kateshi pulled her hair, a look of **** pleasure in her eyes.

“Fuck me! Fuck my… my ass!” the Nancy in the video demanded and her request was most certainly granted. As Kateshi picked up his pace, pounding her into the bed, Patrick stopped the video. The title read “Hot Latina MILF assfucked till she LOVES it!” and Nancy’s head swam as she saw that the video, which was fifteen minutes long, had been clicked over 200,000 times!

“There’s even more!” Patrick clicked onto a short clip and Nancy watched herself envelop Kateshi’s tatted dick with her full lips in a video simply titled “ass2mouth SLUT”. The ground suddenly felt shaky beneath her feet.

“They were gonna say you entrapped them. You seduced a suspect, Nancy!” Patrick stated coldly, “This will get smashed into our faces if we proceed.”

“But…” Nancy protested, her anger blown away as she felt dizziness. 200,000 people had seen her get fucked in the ass!

“It’s over, Nancy! We lost! You messed up!”

Stunned, Nancy stared at him. Wordlessly she turned around and left the office.

“Hey Nancy!” she barely heard Marcel as he approached her, “I heard you’re single now. I’d like to take you out for a coffee after I drop this file off…”

Nancy hardly heard herself agree. Her mind was still racing as Marcel possessively grabbed her ass and led her out of the office while casually informing her that he had downloaded her video.