Part Eleven - The Girlfriend

Part Eleven
The Girlfriend

“So, we are standing there with the key to the treasure chest in our hands and then Feldritch and Tormund come running around the corner and start attacking us,” Britney said as she gesticulated dramatically to her captive audience.

“What did you do?” Jack asked, as he continued to stack glasses from behind the bar.

“Well, we fought back, didn’t we Lara?” Britney said, turning to the brunette sitting to her left.

“Oh, yeah. Totally. We rocked their world. You could say we blew them away,” Lara said. The girls grinned at each other following Lara’s play on words.

It was a couple of days after the Dungeons and Dragons event at Lenny’s apartment. Britney and Lara were sitting in The Pearl’s bar regaling Jack with the exciting tale, omitting some of the more scandalous aspects of the game.

“Wow. Sounds like you guys had a good time,” he said.

“You should join us if we play again,” Britney suggested, imagining Jack as part of their previous orgy.

Lara noticed Britney giving Jack some bedroom eyes. Lara and Jack exchanged a knowing look. Lara was the only one who knew Jack was gay. She hadn’t told Britney, nor anyone else since accidentally and randomly walking into Jack and his boyfriend Colin. He hadn’t intended on telling her but she knew now, and had no intention of breaking his trust.

“I don’t think Jack is much of a fantasy guy, Brit,” Lara said, attempting to deflect and rescue him.

“Sure, but what if it’s a fantasy featuring me?” Britney said suggestively. Lara rolled her eyes and Jack reddened a bit as he laughed. Lara decided to change tactic.

“I don’t think Tormund would like you hitting on Handsome Jack, here,” Lara said, reminding Britney of her hook up with the nerd. “Come on, spill it. You went back to his place after the game, didn’t you?”

“A lady should never kiss and tell,” Britney said, grinning.

“Well luckily you are not a lady, so you can tell us everything,” Lara replied back.

“True, and let me tell you, we did a lot more than kiss. Lara, we fucked for hours,” she said, licking her lips slightly as images of their night together flooded her memory. Jack shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

“And that’s my cue to disappear myself. You girls carry on,” Jack said as he strolled down to the other end of the bar, eager to escape the sex talk.

“Our favourite security man needs to get laid, badly,” Britney said to Lara as they both watched him go.

“I’m sure he gets plenty of action, Brit. Just not with the girls here in the club. He’s a professional,” Lara said, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere once more. “So, are you planning on seeing Tom again?”

“Yes. We’ve been texting back and forth and are setting something up. I like him, Lara. He’s sweet and we have amazing sex together,” the blonde said in her southern drawl.

“I’m sure you do. We all saw what he was working with,” Lara said slyly as she leaned in towards Britney.

“Well, his equipment doesn’t hurt matters, that’s for sure.”

“It might hurt, depending on what he does with it,” Lara said, sniggering.

“He knows what he’s doing. He dicked me damned good,” she said somewhat crudely. “Lara, is it weird that it turns me on to keep calling him Tormund and not Tom? Do you think it would bother him?”

“Brit, I’m sure as far as he’s concerned, you can call him whatever you want as long as you are in his bed,” Lara answered.

“What about you? You seemed pretty friendly with Feldritch. What was it again? “Bend me over the table and fuck my brains out, Feldritch.” That’s what you said to him, right?”

“I did not say that,” Lara said her face a mixture of embarrassment and shock at the suggestion.

“Oh yes you did. It was somewhere in between jerking Lenny off and taking Feldritch’s load down your pretty little throat,” Britney said, enjoying making Lara blush.

“Okay, maybe I did say it. I went a little overboard in my role playing, I guess.”

“So are you going to see him again?” Britney asked. Lara shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so. It was just a game thing,” she replied.

The truth was, she had escalated the night into a far more sexual one to extend the game as long as possible in order to give Alan more time to investigate the man’s apartment. It turned out they had fallen prey to a case of mistaken identity.

Feldritch, or rather Kevin as she knew now, lived in apartment 406 and not in 405 as they had mistakenly presumed. He hadn’t hacked The Pearl and stolen an undetermined amount of money from Dave. He was not Alderson Kalikow. Lara had texted Mike the abridged and basic details of their discovery already but they had a meeting scheduled soon to discuss it properly.

“So you are putting your eggs in the Alan basket?” Britney asked, her eyebrows raised.

“What do you mean? Alan? We’re just good friends,” Lara said.

“Oh come on, Lara. You are permanently on the phone to him. And when you aren’t talking, you are texting. And when you aren’t texting, you are sexting.”

“Yeah, and what’s wrong with that?” Lara asked, somewhat defensively.

“Nothing, if it was us. But he’s a guy. He’s going to make assumptions. And would they be wrong? Have you slept together yet?”

“Well, no. Not really. I mean, we’ve done.... stuff. Besides, it’s not like we are a couple or anything.”

“Does he know that? Lara, you can tell me to mind my own business, but I have to call it as I see it. You talk with this guy every day. You send him flirty messages and sexy videos. If you aren’t interested, this seems a little cruel. Are you just stringing him along?”

Lara frowned at the blonde, feeling her annoyance rise as she listened.

“What’s with the Spanish Inquisition over here? I like Alan, okay? And what we do is our fucking business,” she replied with a scowl.

“It is, obviously. I’m just trying to make sure you know what you’re doing. As a friend. We’re friends, right?” Britney asked, clear concern on her face as she worried Lara was upset with her. Lara realised she was getting needlessly defensive and her face softened.

“Yes, of course we are. Sorry. Retracting claws,” Lara said.

She sighed. Maybe Britney had a point. Was she stringing Alan along? He had told her the truth about the night of the party, despite how it made him feel and appear to her. Then they had gone several weeks without actually seeing each other while she had tasked him with pretending to still be friends with Will and Rob so that she could keep an eye on them. She had to admit, she’d given him an unenviable task.

They had finally met up in person two nights ago when she had asked him to join her in her investigation. He had shown up, she had made out with him and then asked him to break into another man’s apartment.

Lara thought through their interactions as a whole. It did look from the outside as though she was using him. Britney had picked up on it and she wasn’t even aware of most of it. Lara was asking a lot from him. She was asking him to do the sort of things that only a boyfriend would. If he was confused as to their relationship, she couldn’t blame him. And if she was his girlfriend, she was being a shitty one.

“You might have a point. I didn’t.... I didn’t really think about things like that. I should sit down with him and have a chat,” Lara said.

“He’s a guy. He’s not going to initiate a conversation like that himself, even if he thinks he should. He’s probably afraid of appearing clingy if he does the whole “So what are we?” conversation, ya know? So maybe just ask him round your place? That sort of thing. He’ll get that message, for sure. You mentioned earlier that he has no classes today, right?” Britney suggested.

“Yeah. He’s free today. And you’re right. About all of it,” Lara said.

He’s off today. Why didn’t I make plans with him?

“I needed to hear that. And I nearly bit your head off for telling the truth,” Lara said.

“Lara, I’ve never had a girl friend before. I didn’t know if I should say anything or not. Maybe I was speaking out of turn. I just figured you clearly like this guy,” Britney said, softly.

“I do. Thanks, Britney,” Lara said, leaning forward to give her a hug. Britney hugged Lara back, internally relieved that she hadn’t torched their friendship with her big mouth.

“Anything for you, Sexsora,” Britney said with a chuckle.

“That name isn’t going anywhere, is it?” Lara said, shaking her head.

“No. I won’t let it. Lustella and Sexsora’s escapades will remain legendary!”

“Well, I have a call to make, Lustella. See you in a few,” Lara told her as she got up from her stool at the bar and walked towards the back of the club with her phone in her hand.

She had decided what she was going to do. She’d call Alan and ask him to come to the club. Her shift was almost over. She had her meeting with Mike but after that she could spend the rest of the night with Alan. She’d promised him an invite to The Pearl once before. Now seemed as good a time as any.

After only a few clicks she was dialling Alan’s number. He didn’t answer straight away. The phone rang for a long while before he finally picked up.

“Hello? Lara?”

“Hey, Alan. Yes it’s me,” she told him. She paused a second before continuing. “Why did it take you so long to answer? Did I interrupt something? What were you doing?”

“Uh, nothing. I wasn’t doing anything,” he said, sounding entirely unconvincing.

“You can tell me, I won’t judge,” Lara said, curiosity getting the better of her.

“You’ll laugh.”

“I swear, I won’t,” she promised him.

“Um. Well, it’s kind of embarrassing....” Alan said, trailing off.

“Were you jerking off? It’s okay, as long as you were thinking of me,” she told him, in a low voice.

“No. I wasn’t doing that.”

What could be more embarrassing than that? Lara thought to herself.

“Okay, If you must know I was practising my lock picking,” he told her. She burst out laughing down the phone.

“See? I knew you’d laugh. Can’t trust anyone these days,” Alan said, sounding disgruntled.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. But Alan.... why?” she asked, completely bemused at how he was spending his free time.

“It took me so long to break into Alderson Kalikow’s apartment. I just keep thinking about it. I’ve been thinking about it for days, in fact. And well, I want to get better. Plus, the kit you gave me is excellent. Loads of different types of pick. I think with a bit of practice, I could get decent at it. So I bought a see-through lock. It’s transparent so you can see all the pins, you know? And I’ve been training with it. Changing the pin positions and then unlocking it. That sort of thing,” he said. Lara simply shook her head to herself.

Boys.

“Planning on starting a new career as a cat burglar, are you?” she said, teasing him a little.

“You never know. Look, I’m not saying I plan to break into somewhere again any time soon, but I guess it’s the survivalist in me. I want to be prepared,” he said, matter of factly.

“Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to meet up tonight, but I don’t want to come between you and your picks,” she said, wistfully. She heard a pause down the line before he started to talk again.

“Screw the picks. I’ll learn how to drill a lock instead. I’m there. I’ll hop in the shower and be on my way in no time at all. Do you want me to pick you up? Are you still at work?” he asked, speaking faster than he had before, clearly excited.

“No rush, Alan. Take your time. Yes, I’m still working. My shift is over soon though. You should park, and come inside. I’ll show you where the magic happens. I did promise you a visit, remember? Maybe I’ll ask one of the girls to give you a dance while I see to an errand I have to run,” she said, suggestively.

“Really? I mean, you’d be okay with that? Me with one of your friends?” he asked, uncertainly.

“Yeah, I’d be fine with it. I’m not the jealous type, Alan. And you know what I do for a living, so I hope you aren’t the jealous type either,” she told him.

“No, like I’ve told you before, what you do is cool with me. Feminism. Sex positive. All that good stuff. I mean, you don’t need my permission, obviously. You have it, not that you need it. But if you wanted it, for whatever reason....” he said, blabbering himself into a corner. She put him out of his self imposed misery.

“Good to know. So yeah, head over here and I’ll ask my friend Britney to show you a good time.”

“Would you.... watch?” he asked, a little sheepishly.

“Does that idea turn you on?” Lara asked him, almost whispering down the phone now.

“Uh, maybe? I dunno. I’ve never really thought about it before,” he answered noncommittally, not wanting to walk into a trap.

“Well, I’ve thought about it. And it definitely turns me on,” she told him, huskily.

“Wow. Okay. Cool. Is Britney the blonde one you went to Dungeons and Dragons with? The one with the green outfit?” he asked. She started to laugh again at him.

“Oh, so you noticed her from your hiding spot, huh? What did you think of her,” Lara asked, teasing him now.

“She looked.... nice,” he answered, plainly.

“Nice? Fuck nice, Alan. That silk skirt? Her long legs? Those “fuck me boots”? That emerald blouse with no bra? She was sex on legs. She’s a natural blonde too, you know....” Lara said, sure that she was doing a good job of getting him aroused.

“Yeah. Yeah, she looked hot,” he answered. He was thrilled that Lara was the type of girl to encourage such conversations. He knew many girls who wouldn’t.

“So, that’s Britney. Get your ass in the shower and then over here so you can get properly acquainted. Then you and me will get some food. And back to my place?” she asked him, trying to put on an air of innocence as to what that entailed.

“Sounds great,” he said. She could hear him walking as he talked, probably towards the shower.

“I’ll see you soon,” she said as she hung up the phone. Lara headed back over towards the bar. Britney was gone and Enrique had replaced Jack, serving behind the bar.

“Enrique, have you seen Britney?” she asked him.

He simply pointed over her shoulder towards one of the semi-private booths. Lara followed his gaze until she spotted the blonde. She nodded her thanks at the barman and headed towards where Britney was entertaining a customer. Lara stood off to the side, able to see some of the lap dance from her position and waited for Britney to be done. She figured it wouldn’t take long. She was right.

Lara caught a glimpse of the customer hastily gripping Britney’s hips as she grinded on him and heard him elicit several grunts. Following his obvious completion, Britney leaned in and kissed the man on the cheek and then took the folded bills he offered and slid them into her bra as she exited the booth. She saw Lara watching and joined her off to the side.

“Hair-trigger. One song and done,” she explained as she joined Lara. “Did you call Alan?”

“I did. He’s on his way over here now actually. My shift is nearly over. Which is why I wanted to ask you something. How would you feel about giving him a dance? Showing him a good time?” she asked. Lara was confident she knew the answer but didn’t want to make any assumptions.

“Sounds fun. You want to watch?” Britney said, her face lighting up.

“Yeah, I think I might.”

“Oh, kinky! I’d love that. Couples can be a bunch of fun. Well, you certainly pass the cool girlfriend test, that’s for sure,” Britney told her.

Girlfriend. Well, I guess I am. Funny how that sneaks up on you.

“I’ll pay, obviously,” Lara said.

“Friends don’t pay,” she said smiling.

“Well, I’ll make sure he gives you the tip,” Lara said. They looked at each other for a moment before realization hit them and they started to laugh.

“Uh, you know what I meant. Anyway, I have to go do something important so I’ll be gone for a little bit. I should be back before he gets here, but if I’m not, will you show him in and get him started? I’ll leave word at the front to let him in without the cover charge,” Lara told her.

“Yeah, sure. One question, though. This is your show. How far do you want me to go?” she asked, curiously. Britney didn’t want to overstep.

Lara considered it for a moment. “I want him to have a good time, I guess. Go as far as he wants. Tell him I said he has permission if he asks. And as far as you are comfortable with, too. That goes without saying,” Lara said.

“My comfort level is pretty fucking high, Lara,” Britney said with a suggestive grin.

“Well, then he’s in for quite a show. Thanks, Brit.”

“Cool. Where are you off to anyway? Another man on the go?” Britney asked.

“No, just returning some video tapes,” she said with a smirk.

***

Mike sat in his regular booth in the Rise and Grind cafe as he watched Lara walk towards him. She was wearing a coat that came to just above her knees along with some heels.

He knew that she had been working. The coat was likely covering some form of sexy and skimpy outfit. Mike tamped down the irritation building within him. Irritation that he couldn’t see what she was wearing underneath and then even more of it at himself for thinking like that. She had this effect on him and it irked him. This all washed away when Lara sat down across from him and smiled.

“Hi, Mike.”

“Hello, Lara,” he replied as he stared into her eyes. “You seem to be in a good mood today,” Mike said, noting her demeanour as she sat in front of him. She seemed bubbly. Happy, even.

“Why wouldn’t I be in a good mood? I get to talk to you!” she answered him.

Mike couldn’t help but feel his confidence surge. Her comment may have been glib, she may have been joking but he didn’t care. It felt amazing that she wanted to be here. Still, as much as he would enjoy sitting there all day with the gorgeous woman in a cheerful mood, he needed to get down to business.

“Well, I hate to rain on your parade but we need to talk about the Alderson Kalikow situation. I gather from your texts that there was a mix-up?” he asked her.

“You could say that. You know what they say about assumptions, right? Well, my assumption really was the mother of all fuck-ups. When Lenny told me that the “guy from across the hall” was in his Dungeons and Dragons group, I assumed it was Alderson Kalikow. In apartment 405. Our mysterious hacker guy. Well, it wasn’t. The neighbour was from 406 instead. Kalikow was nowhere near me that night,” she said, her face no longer cheerful but displaying a scowl.

“Yeah. I figured from your messages that it turned into a waste of time,” he said to her, unable to hide his disappointment.

“Well, it wasn’t a complete bust,” Lara told him.

Mike subconsciously dipped his eyes to her chest when she had said the word “bust.” He scolded himself as he realized what he had just done and focused back on her face.

“How so?” he asked.

“I was able to sneak a look inside his apartment,” Lara said. She looked proud but Mike couldn’t help but be concerned.

“How did you manage that? If he wasn’t there, how did you get yourself into his apartment?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth on that one,” she answered him simply. Lara wasn’t willing to explain that Alan had illegally broken into the apartment. Mike didn’t need to know.

“Ah, hell. What did you do, Lara? Actually, don’t tell me. If I don’t know, I won’t have to lie about it in the future,” he said, sighing. “What did you find?”

“Nobody lives there, Mike. The fridge was empty. There was barely any plates and cutlery. The bed hadn’t been slept in and the only clothes in the closet were a couple of nice suits. The only thing in the place that looked like it sees use is the computer,” she told him.

He looked deep in thought. “So he visits irregularly, you think? Uses the computer and then leaves, perhaps?” he asked.

She nodded. “It would appear so. But the place is full of dust. It doesn’t seem likely he does this on a regular basis. Lenny told me he has never seen anyone come or go,” she added.

“Well, I can’t just stake the place out full time. Especially as we still don’t know what this guy looks like. He could walk in and out of the building and I wouldn’t even know,” he said, thinking out loud. “We may have to shelve this one for the time being and look into another way of linking Dave’s payments to Captain Price.”

“Really?” Lara asked.

“Yes. This hacker has the proof we need, but he’s proving too elusive. I can’t see how we track Alderson Kalikow down without compromising the entire investigation. His ties to diplomatic higher ups makes it too complicated.”

“So what now?” Lara asked.

“I’ve been thinking about this. I see a few different avenues. Firstly, I’m going to take a deeper look into “Miller’s Movers” which is Dave’s other company.”

“You think it’s dirty somehow?” Lara asked.

“Well, it appears clean. But there is only so much you can tell without somebody in there. I’m going to apply for a job working there, see if I can glean more information from the inside.”

“Wait, you’re going undercover at his moving company? So, moving boxes and furniture? Not very secret agent of you, Mike. I can’t imagine James Bond going undercover in a place like that,” Lara said.

“I know it’s not sexy, but it’s the job. And it’s time I get off my ass. I’ve been on the sidelines too long. If I can find something dirty inside the moving company, I can use it against Dave and make him flip on Captain Price,” he said.

“Okay. That makes sense, I guess. What else? You mentioned avenues, plural?” Lara asked.

“Yeah. The Pearl sells videos online through their website. Smut, mostly. Videos of strippers doing their thing at events and parties. Some porn too. I might look into that. Make sure everything is above board. Is it fully licenced and legally compliant? Most of the performers are girls from the club, right? Are they being tested? That kind of thing. If he’s cutting corners, I could use it to lean on him,” Mike said.

Fucking fuckitty fuck, Lara thought. I’m in a couple of those videos!

Lara had taken part in two of Dave’s pet projects. A lap dance lesson video and also a blowjob tutorial one, starring her and Dave. She was wearing a mask in both but even so, the idea of anyone poking around in that area made her nervous. She didn’t want anyone in her life knowing about it, even Mike.

“I guess that could work,” she said, cautiously. “But remember your promise to me Mike. You told me you wouldn’t go after the girls who work for Dave. I don’t like the idea of using them like that.”

“Don’t worry, Lara. I remember what I said. The threat is only directed at Dave, nobody else,” Mike said, trying to reassure her.

Lara still wasn’t happy but knew she couldn’t tell him why without exposing herself as being in the videos. She decided to leave it be for the time being and just hope he wouldn’t pursue it much. She had an idea of her own.

“Maybe I can help more?” she suggested.

“You’ve helped plenty already. What do you mean?” he asked, warily.

“With Captain Price. I could volunteer to be his next “date.” Maybe try to find out what he’s doing for Dave, somehow?” she said.

Lara wasn’t thrilled at the idea of being around the creep again but her desire to help Mike take him down and protect the rest of the girls at the club overrode it somewhat. Mike, however felt pure revulsion at the idea. He was picturing Lara and Price together and the image made his skin crawl.

“No way, Lara. You need to stay away from him as much as possible. I mean it,” he said firmly.

“You don’t need to protect me, Mike. I’m used to dealing with guys like him. I can handle it,” she said. It was sweet that he wanted to shield her from Price but also somewhat annoying, like he didn’t respect her enough to be able to handle it.

“I know you can handle yourself. Believe me I do. But I’ve known him a lot longer than you have. He’s rotten to the core. And dangerous. Lara, promise me you won’t do anything stupid here,” Mike said. He needed her to promise him. He couldn’t focus on his job if images of them together occupied his mind.

“Okay, fine. I’ll leave him alone for the moment. Let’s hope you turn up something at Dave’s moving company,” Lara told him. She wasn’t giving up on the Price idea but realized she might have to keep it quiet from Mike. She’d get results to help the case and keep the details to herself, just like the DnD night.

“Good,” Mike said, feeling much better now that she had apparently abandoned that idea. “For now, just keep your eyes and ears open. Try and keep track of who visits the club, especially if they have meetings with Dave. Find an excuse to interrupt them, that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, I can do that. Sure,” she said.

Lara couldn’t help but find it strange that Mike had no problem with her spending more time with Dave, and yet Captain Price was off limits. Dave was every bit as cunning and lecherous in her mind. She considered reminding Mike of that fact but she decided to let it go. She noticed Mike check his watch.

“Got a hot date? I’m not keeping you, am I?” she asked. She knew Mike was all business but couldn’t resist teasing him a little. His answer surprised her.

“Yes, actually. With a stunning blonde. Could be a model. All my confidential informants and leads look like you, Lara. Like they came straight out of Hollywood,” he joked. “I’m considering packing in this cop malarkey and running away with her.”

“We both know it wouldn’t last. Blondes aren’t your type anyway,” she quipped, using her hand to pointedly flick her brunette hair. He watched as she swished it from side to side.

“Well, even so, we should both get going. If somebody saw us together, that would be bad. I’ll text you later and we’ll set something up for a few days from now. Sound good?” he asked.

She nodded her assent as she got up. “See you soon, Mike. Say hi to your blonde for me,” she said as she left.

Mike watched her as she left the cafe. The blonde in question was Jo, his partner who was still undercover at The Pearl. Mike was scheduled to meet with Jo in the same place in twenty minutes. He’d update her on the disappointing news surrounding Alderson Kalikow and their new direction for the investigation.

***

Captain Price looked up from his desk in anger at the man who just burst into his office.

“Where the FUCK were you, Price?” Dave half shouted at the seated man as he marched up to his desk.

Price could see the fury on Dave Miller’s face. He was red and puffy and out of breath. Obviously the result of both his anger and the pace in which he had likely stormed through the police precinct to confront him. Price kept his calm demeanour. He wasn’t scared of Dave.

“Watch your tone, Dave. I’m not one of your girls. Remember who you are talking to....” Price told him, giving Dave a cold stare.

“I’m talking to a fucking dead man!” Dave spat back.

“Is that a threat, Miller? You don’t strike me as the type to make idle threats but we both know you’re no killer,” Price sneered.

“You’re right. I’m not. But the people I work for? They’d disappear you in a fucking instant. And after last night’s debacle, I’m tempted to feed you to them,” Dave told him.

Dave noticed the coolness and calmness in Price’s face disappearing. In its place he saw a flash of fear. It was gone just as quickly as Price regained his composure.

“I told your men last time. What did I tell them?” Price asked.

“How the fuck should I know?” Dave spat back.

“They were late, Dave. Your trucks are driven by idiots. I don’t deal with amateurs. I told them next time, I wouldn’t be there waiting. And they did it again. Last night, they were forty minutes late. I left,” he said, defiantly.

“WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT FORTY FUCKING MINUTES?” Dave screamed at him, clearly getting more irate the longer they talked.

“Are you fucking stupid? My guys at the border work on shifts. We show up with your trucks and it’s somebody else on shift? We all go to prison, you moron!” Price said, getting up out of his seat and walking round the desk to stand toe to toe with the man.

Price dwarfed Dave. He was taller and fitter but Dave showed no signs of backing down.

“I pay you a fucking fortune for this “service.” Next time, you fucking wait,” Dave said, looking up at him with no intention of backing down.

“How about next time you get somebody competent to drive your trucks?” Price retorted.

Dave threw one arm up in the air in dismissal. Dave would never admit it to him but Price had a point. The drivers had been late to the midnight meeting with Price’s police escort. Dave had fired the men this morning. There was too much on the line.

“Those idiots no longer work for me. I fired the lot of them. But not before I demonstrated to the rest of the guys what failing me looks like....” Dave said as he held up his phone.

Price didn’t flinch as he saw the photo of a badly beaten face staring into the camera. He was surprised though. He didn’t think Dave was capable of something like that. Price would have to amend his opinion of the fat club owner.

“As I said, this fuck-up is on you and your men,” Price told him.

“Well, somebody else will be driving next time. But Price, I don’t care if you have to wait all fucking night. Next time you wait. You have no idea what these people will do to both of us if you don’t. They don’t accept failure,” Dave told him. “My trucks are parked outside. At midnight tonight you will hold up your end and escort them to the border and through the checkpoint. No mistakes.”

“You left them parked outside the precinct? Are you mad?” Price asked, incredulously.

“Where better? Nobody is going to suspect trucks parked one hundred feet from a police station,” Dave said, now smiling at what he considered a genius move. Price merely shook his head in disbelief.

“Fine. Tonight. Make sure your drivers show up on time,” Price told him, returning to his seat.

Price had never checked or asked what Dave had been moving. That may have been a mistake, he had to admit to himself. The idea that somebody else was pulling the strings and Dave was just a middle man hadn’t occurred to him. It was concerning. He knew he had to back down. But he wasn’t going to let the impromptu meeting pass by without asserting himself over Dave.

“One other thing. The police ball is Friday night. I need a date for it,” he said, leaning back in his chair as he stared at Dave.

“I’ll get one of the girls to do it,” Dave said, unconcerned with the Captain’s social calendar.

“I want Lara. You’ve been keeping her from me, Dave. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Price said, his eyes narrowed.

“She’s a busy girl, Price. Very popular. You can’t expect to just snap your fingers and commandeer her time,” Dave shot back.

Dave had been keeping her away from the Captain. He wanted Lara all to himself. Still, keeping Price onside was too important in light of their recent failure to deliver on time. Dave didn’t want to have to meet with “The Russian” after failing twice in a row. He’d sacrifice Lara for a night if he had to.

“Well, I can snap them for this night. Make it happen. I’m serious. I don’t want a dog on my arm. I need a stunner. The top brass will be there. I want to impress,” Price said.

“Fine. I’ll tell her. You just make sure those trucks make it to where they are supposed to go. If I have to come back here, there will be hell to pay,” Dave said as he reached for the door handle.

“Yeah. About that. Don’t ever barge into my office again, Dave. This? This is not professional,” Price said with a hint of menace.

“Maybe not. But it was necessary. Just remember what I said, Price. If you want to make it to your swanky party in one piece, do what I pay you for,” Dave said. “Two nights of failure in a row won’t be tolerated. We’ll both wind up dead.”

***

Lara strolled towards the entrance of The Pearl as she returned from her meeting at the cafe with Mike. She nodded at the two bouncers as she approached them.

“Your guy is already inside, Lara. He arrived about twenty minutes ago. No charge, like you asked,” one of them said to her.

“Thanks boys. I’ll put you both on my Christmas card list,” she told them as she entered the club.

“The only thing I want for Christmas is her,” one bouncer said to the other when she was just out of earshot.

Lara headed towards the VIP area. She figured Alan and Britney were already inside one of the rooms. She found them in room two. She opened the door and marched inside. She smirked as she took in the view in front of her.

Britney was topless and on her knees in front of a seated Alan, who had his rock hard cock out and inches from her face. As Lara walked towards them, she noticed the look of shock and panic on Alan’s face.

“Lara. It’s not what it looks like,” Alan told her, his voice high pitched and stressed sounding. Lara gave Britney a gentle slap on the ass as she walked past her and stood beside Alan. Britney giggled as Lara looked down at Alan from the side.

“Well it looks like Britney was about to blow you,” she said.

“It was just a lap dance. She offered more but I said no. I swear!” Alan said, looking up at her, clearly terrified she wouldn’t believe him.

“You said no?” Lara asked.

“Yes, I said no.”

“Why the fuck would you do that? I’d be offended. Britney, do you feel offended?” Lara asked Britney in mock seriousness. Britney nodded dramatically.

“Deeply offended. The nerve of him to turn me down. Honestly, men these days,” she said. Lara noticed Britney was squeezing his cock at the base with her hand. Alan looked utterly confused as he glanced back and forth between them.

“So you believe me? You aren’t mad?” he asked her. She couldn’t bring herself to mess with him any longer.

“Of course, I believe you. And I’m not mad. Why would I be mad? I asked her in here. This was my idea, remember? I wanted you to enjoy yourself,” she told him.

“This one obviously really likes you. I gave him a hell of a dance. The proof is right here. Look at him,” Britney said, waving Alan’s cock about in her hand. “When I offered to blow him, all he kept saying was that it wouldn’t be right because of you. Ain’t that sweet?” Britney said, her southern drawl coming to the fore a little now.

“Very sweet,” Lara said, as she leaned down and gave Alan a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed back now, clearly more relaxed.

“So you two were just fucking with me?” he asked as they ended the kiss. She could see the relief all over his face.

“I mean, now we are. Sure. But kidding aside I just wanted you to have a good time. I expected to come back to find you satisfied. I didn’t think you’d actually turn her down. Didn’t she tell you I signed off on this?” Lara asked.

“I told him. He still said no. We were negotiating. I offered him a tittyfuck next,” Britney said.

“Oh? And what did you say to that?” Lara asked him.

“I um.... hadn’t answered yet. You walked in before I could,” Alan answered.

“Well, don’t keep the poor girl waiting. Answer her! Tell her you want her to worship your cock with those perfect, fuckable tits of hers until you're drowning in a haze of pleasure. That you want to watch her squeeze and massage and caress your throbbing, pulsing shaft with her soft, pillowy tits, want to feel them enveloping you, surrounding you, smothering you in the silky, supple and soft skin....” Lara said seductively into his ear.

“Uh, yeah. What Lara just said. I want that,” Alan said, gulping slightly.

Lara leaned over and grabbed a bottle of strawberry flavoured lubricant from the table. Britney cupped her own breasts as Lara held out her arm and poured copious amounts of it onto the blonde’s breasts and in between her cleavage. Britney leaned forward and enveloped Alan’s cock between them and squeezed herself around him. He groaned. Lara bent forward from over his shoulder so that she could whisper in his ear and still see all the action.

Time to really lay it on thick. He’ll love it, Lara thought to herself.

“Look at Britney, Alan. Doesn't she look absolutely stunning like that, naked and on her knees for you? She's got your big, hard cock trapped between those perfect tits of hers. She's slathering it with lube, making her breasts slick and shiny as she squeezes them around you.”

“Fuck this is amazing,” Alan said.

I can’t believe this is happening. I knew Lara was into some stuff but fuck me, this is some kinky shit, he thought.

“I’m sure it does feel amazing. How could it not? Her tits look amazing wrapped around you. Do they feel amazing? I bet they do. So perfect and fuckable. Those silky, soft, pillowy mounds are the most fuckable tits I think I’ve ever laid eyes on. The way they bounce and sway and jiggle with every move she makes. It's enough to drive a man wild with desire. Men look at them and can’t help imagine sinking their aching cocks between those breasts and fucking them until their cocks explode all over them. But you don’t have to imagine. You get to do it,” Lara whispered.

I think I just crossed the line from sexy and into silly territory. Should I pull it back? Lara thought to herself. She considered dialing it back a little until she saw not just the enjoyment on Alan’s face, but the clear lust on Britney’s too. Lara may have thought she sounded like she belonged in a bad porno but the blonde appeared to be loving it.

“This is so hot. Keep talking dirty to him, Lara,” Britney said, her eyes flashing with desire as she listened to Lara while she pumped Alan’s cock between her tits. The narration was really doing it for her.

Give the people what they want, I suppose, Lara thought.

“Watch your cock disappear over and over. She’s speeding up now. Up and down. Up and down. She’s incredible, isn’t she? Look at her, Alan. Look at how she works you, how she wants you. She doesn’t want to be anywhere else but here, on her knees for you. God, you are so lucky. Do you feel lucky?” Lara asked him, as she started to nibble on his ear.

“Luckiest guy alive,” he answered as he stared down at Britney.

He could barely believe his eyes. Alan had never had this done on him before. He marvelled at the scene in front of him. The buxom blonde's manicured hands gripped the underside of her heaving tits, pushing them together, trapping Alan's manhood in the tight, slick channel she'd created.

As for Britney, she could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge pulsing against her soft, pliant flesh as she worked him, stroking his member with the subtlest of movements of her breasts.

“Well, you are about to get luckier. What do you think, Brit? Should you show him how silly he was for turning you down earlier?” Lara asked, a gleam in her eye.

“Oh, absolutely,” she said as she released him from her cleavage. Britney readjusted herself and locked eyes with Lara, not Alan, as she positioned her mouth slowly over his length.

“Wow, Alan,” Lara breathed huskily into his ear, her warm breath causing him to shudder with anticipation. “You were a fool to turn this down earlier. You are blessed to get a second chance. Watch her, watch every breathtaking second of it,” Lara said as her fingers splayed across his chest, nails dragging lightly down his shirt as she leaned in closer.

“She's going to worship your magnificent cock with her exquisite mouth,” Lara said, really going for it now. She was reaching into her reservoir of porn-style dirty talk. Lara was still finding it a little cringeworthy but she knew most guys loved this sort of overtness. Alan was definitely most guys judging by the look on his face.

Britney's pink, plump lips wrapped around his throbbing erection, engulfing the head completely. Her mouth was hot and wet on his flesh as her tongue undulated along the underside, tracing the ridge of his glans with the tip of her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the head, swirling and lashing. She could sense his arousal.

Britney slid her mouth down his shaft slowly, taking him deeper inch by inch into the velvety heat of her throat. Her lips stretched taut around his girth as she began to bob her head on his cock with single-minded determination.

“Wrap your hands in her hair, Alan. She won’t mind. In fact, I think she’ll like it,” Lara said in his ear.

As Alan reached out and wrapped his hand in her blonde locks, Britney moaned an affirmative at Lara’s statement, her mouth still full of his cock.

“I’ve seen her do this before, you know,” Lara whispered into his ear.

“Really?” Alan said.

“Oh, yeah. You know what else? She has no gag reflex. Watch as she takes you to the hilt, as she swallows your magnificent cock like it's the most natural thing in the world. Show him, Brit,” Lara commanded.

Alan groaned loudly as he felt her swallow him. Indeed, Britney was deep throating Alan with reckless abandon, her ruby red lips stretched obscenely around his girth as she engulfed every last inch. The blonde bombshell's nose pressed against his pelvis, her face nestled in his pubic hair as she held herself there, inhaling his masculine scent, relishing the weight of his heavy balls resting against her chin.

Lara's fingers danced along Alan's chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt as she continued her sultry narration. “She can feel your cock pulsing deep in her gullet. Most women would be gagging, ****, but not Britney. She was born to be a cock slut, born to worship a man's member with her hungry mouth.”

To emphasize Lara’s point, Britney began to undulate her throat around Alan's shaft, massaging the sensitive flesh, squeezing and milking him with the deft muscles of her throat. Her head bobbed faster, blonde locks whipping about as she set a punishing pace, fucking her own face on his cock with wild fervour.

Okay. I sound ridiculous. I’m glad nobody is recording this. Fuck it, he’s enjoying himself. Keep it going, Lara thought.

“Feel how her throat is gripping you, squeezing you like a velvet vice?” Lara breathed, her voice a seductive hiss in Alan's ear. “She's savouring every ridge, every throbbing vein, committed to memory the shape and weight and heat of you. I think she's going to suck you dry, Alan. Drain you of every last drop of come until you're nothing but a spent mess. Don’t you want to cum for her? To cum down her throat?”

“Yes. I really fucking do,” Alan responded his voice ragged.

“Then do it. She wants you to do it. So do I. You have my permission,” Lara cooed.

Alan moaned loudly, his fingers fisting tighter in Britney's silky mane as the pressure within him built. Alan's body locked up and Lara could feel him tensing beneath her fingertips. His hips jerked forward as the first surge of his release shot into Britney’s mouth.

Britney's eyes widened as the first thick, creamy ropes of Alan's come erupted across her tongue, the salty-sweetness of his release flooding her mouth. Without hesitation, she swallowed, her throat working rhythmically as she gulped down every drop, just as Lara had promised. Her lips sealed tight around the base of his cock, ensuring not a single bit of Alan's load escaped.

Alan groaned again as his head fell back. Waves of ecstasy crashed over him. He held Britney’s head in place as he rode out his orgasm, his cock throbbing with each pulse of his release as his fingers tangled in her hair. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling.

“No, Alan. Open your eyes. Look at her," Lara purred. “She's swallowing it all, just like a good little cock slut. She's drinking down every drop. I remember how good you taste. I can’t say I blame her,” she told him.

Lara couldn’t actually remember how good he tasted due to Will’s roofie but she figured it sounded hot so said it anyway. Both Lara and Alan looked on as Britney gulped his cum down, over and over.

As Alan's climax began to subside, his grip on Britney's hair loosened. The blonde slowly pulled back while still sucking hard, her lips releasing his spent cock with an obscenely loud pop. She sat back on her heels, licked her lips and stared up at Lara.

Britney had never had one of her own blowjobs narrated before. It was a unique experience. One she had enjoyed. It was almost like being directed in a movie. She had followed Lara’s instructions and found it immensely satisfying.

“Lara, you should do that for a living. I’ve a few smutty books gathering dust that I haven’t read yet. Want to come round to my place and narrate them for me?” she said, only half kidding.

“Sure. Only If I can invite Alan, too. We’ll need a dummy to act it all out,” Lara said, grinning. “And as for you.... what do you say?”

“That was amazing. Thanks Britney,” Alan said, a satisfied and dopey look on his face.

“You’re welcome, sugar. Any time,” Britney answered him as she got up and started to put her top back on.

“Well, not any time. This was a thank you for all you’ve been doing for me and to show you how cool your girlfriend is,” Lara told him.

“The coolest,” Alan replied back.

“Even so, don’t go thinking this is a regular thing, okay?” Lara said, poking him lightly in the chest.

“Too late, Lara. You’ve opened pandora’s box. I’m hell bent on the swinger lifestyle now. Nothing else will do!” Alan announced. Lara rolled her eyes at him.

“Next time, I’m asking Sarah round to join us,” he said, with a shit eating grin on his face. Lara’s eyes widened at his brazen joke. Alan knew about Lara’s somewhat testy relationship with Sarah. Lara had told him about it during one of their long talks on the phone. They both heard Britney laugh out loud.

“You better fucking not or I’ll kill you and the redheaded bitch,” Lara said, grabbing him firmly by his hair. “I tell you too fucking much,” she said, shaking her head.

“Seriously though, Lara. This was some night. Thank you,” he said, sincerely as he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, the night is not done. Zip yourself up. I’m starving. We’re going for some food. And then? To thank me properly for all this you are going to take me back to my place and fuck my brains out!”

***

Jo held her phone out, facing away from her as she used the light from the flash-light app, to guide her way around the desk in front of her. She was using her phone because she didn’t want to risk turning on the lights.

She was creeping through the inside of Captain Price’s empty office. If you had told her a couple hours earlier that this is what she would be doing she wouldn’t have believed it. Yet here she was.

Her update meeting with Mike hadn’t gone well. Mike had told her that Alderson Kalikow was a bust. That Lara hadn’t been able to meet the man and they were no closer to arresting him. So, no proof that Dave and Price were working together. Mike had said he was moving on from the lead and looking back into “Miller’s Movers” instead.

She didn’t think it would pan out. Jo had major doubts that anything useful would come from it but she kept it to herself. Internally, she was frustrated. She had spent what felt like an eternity undercover at The Pearl. She needed to see more progress. And then it had come out of nowhere.

Jo had received an anonymous text message out of the blue. She knew she should have brought it straight to Mike. But she didn’t. The text had simply read “I know you are after Price. Check the bottom left desk drawer in his office. You’ll find what you need.”

The text had floored her. Who had sent it? And why? She had entered the number into the police database on her laptop but had come up empty. It was a burner phone. She and Mike had been so careful but clearly somebody was on to them. This person knew about the investigation. But the messenger didn’t want to out them. It appeared they wanted to help.

Jo knew she should be suspicious. This person could have their own motives. It would be foolish to assume they were just some altruistic helper. But she didn’t care. She needed to take Price down. For her own sanity and for her father’s memory. And she was done playing it safe.

She bent down to examine the desk drawer that the text mentioned.

Fuck, she thought.

It had a lock on it. Still, she had prepared for such an event. She had her rake lock pick with her. The same one she had used to break into the server room at The Pearl. She fished it out of her blonde hair. She had been letting her hair grow for a while. It was now down past her shoulder blades. She still wasn’t satisfied with it but it was getting there. She bent down and started to work on the lock.

Jo froze as the office door swung open aggressively and crashed against a filing cabinet, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the nighttime stillness of the police station. Her heart leapt into her throat as she spun around as the lights came on, coming face to face with Captain Price. She stared at him as his large frame filled the doorway.

It’s 2am in the fucking morning. What is he doing here? she thought in a panic.

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my office?” he growled as he stood in the doorway.

Price’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. Jo standing there in her skimpy stripper outfit, her makeup standing out under the harsh fluorescent lights of his office. She had come here straight from The Pearl after her shift had ended. She hadn’t changed her clothes.

Price closed the distance between them and stood in front of her. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish as she desperately tried to come up with something, anything to say. Before she could, he spoke again.

“Wait. I know you, don’t I? I’ve seen you before....” Price said as he examined her.

He remembers me! But how? Dad may have worked with him but I never did. What the fuck do I do?

“You work for Dave, at the Pearl, right? Yeah, that’s it. I’ve seen you there. More than once,” he said, smiling down at her now.

Oh, he’s seen me dance. He doesn’t know me as a cop. He thinks I’m a stripper, she thought relieved that he didn’t recognise her, just her alias. She could use that. She needed to placate him and get out of there as quickly as possible.

“Why yes, Captain. I do. In fact, that is why I’m here. I know you are friends with Dave and I’m having a problem with my ex-boyfriend. He’s stalking me. I was wondering if you could help?” she asked, hoping he would buy her bullshit reason for being in his office at this time of night.

“You ever heard of office hours, sweetheart?” Price said. He palmed his own moustache as his eyes roamed her body, checking her out.

“Well, I just thought I’d come find you. I’m a little scared of my ex. It’s urgent and can’t wait,” Jo said, trying to act meek and scared. He nodded and then leaned towards her. She tried not to flinch as his mouth approached her ear and he started to whisper.

“I.... don’t.... believe.... you,” he whispered pointedly before pulling away and grabbing her roughly. “Dave sent you to spy on me, didn’t he?”

“No, it’s not like that at all!” Jo said as he started to shake her.

“Don’t lie to me, bitch!” he shouted as he slapped her across the cheek. Jo reeled at the blow, her face stinging with the after effects.

Coming here was a mistake. This is getting out of control. I need to get out of here.

With that thought Jo’s fighter instincts kicked in. She slammed her heel down on his boot, elbowed him in the solar plexus, and then brought her open palm up to slam into Price’s nose. He reeled backwards, stumbling from the lightning fast combination, as Jo darted for the door. She was almost through the doorway when she felt a firm yank on the back of her head. Price had recovered enough to chase and grab her, now medium length, blonde hair. With a loud scream, she felt herself being pulled forcefully back into the room.

Price spun her around and let go a devastating punch right into her gut. He then backhanded her across the face before throwing her towards his desk. The blows left her wheezing for breath and seeing stars. She tried to stand back up but she felt him close in behind her and slam her head back down onto his desk.

“You little bitch. You’re going to pay for that. I normally don’t go for girls like you, you’re too light up top but I’ll make an exception because of what you just did,” Price snarled into her ear from behind as he leaned over her.

Fight, Jo. Fight. You can’t let this happen.

Jo tried to swing an elbow behind her but Price had her arm secured in an iron grip. He **** her arm against her back as he pushed her forward. She was bent roughly over the desk, the movement scattering papers everywhere. Price's other hand on Jo's hip tightened, his fingers pressing painfully into the soft flesh as he held her in place, pinning her down across his desk. She could feel the hard edge of the wooden surface digging into her hips, the cold metal belonging to the base of the desk lamp pressing against her cheek as he bent her over it.

“Get the fuck off me!” she shouted.

Price could hear the fear in her voice. It only spurred him on. She squirmed and tried to push herself up off the desk, but his grip on her arm was firm and solid and the weight of his body against her gave him the advantage. Price paid no heed to her struggles. He was simply too strong for her. He moved one hand to the waistband of her tiny shorts. With one harsh yank, he wrenched them down her legs. Price wasted no time in hooking his fingers into the flimsy thong she was wearing, jerking it to the side. He unbuckled his belt with his free hand. She heard the leather strap clang against the desk as he undid his trousers.

No, No, NO!

She tried one more time to heave him off her but it was no use. She braced herself, knowing it was coming, and then she felt the thick, hard length of Price's cock pressing against her bare pussy. She flinched and instinctively squeezed her thighs together, but as he **** her legs apart, there was no escaping his grasp or what was about to happen. With one harsh thrust, he drove forward, burying himself balls-deep inside her tight, dry heat.

“No!”

Jo screamed, the sound echoing off the office walls as Price began to move, his hips slamming against her with brutal ****. He grunted with each thrust, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Jo could only clench her teeth and take it as Price used her, taking his own pleasure from her body. She felt pain mixed in with some unwelcome feelings as his thick cock stretched her dry, unprepared walls to their limit. He was much larger than she was accustomed to and he had just jammed it in.

“Take my cock, you lying cunt. You know you want it,” Price said as he looked down at the taut blonde while he pistoned into her.

Jo could only whimper and gasp as Price continued his relentless ****, each brutal thrust punching the breath from her lungs and forcing her body to jerk forward against the desk. Her nails left gouges in the varnish as she tried in vain to find some purchase, some way to escape the brutal fucking. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the Captain's lust and rage.

She heard Price grunt behind her as he brought one large hand up to make a fist in her blonde hair, jerking her head back and forcing her to arch her spine. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper into her tight cunt, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her throbbing clit with each savage thrust.

“Eh.... umph.... umph....” Jo exhaled roughly with each viscious thrust from the man behind, her body being shoved about firmly as he fucked into her.

Jo could feel a strange, unwelcome heat beginning to build low in her belly, her treacherous body responding to the relentless stimulation despite the pain. She was lubricating up for him now. She bit her lip determined not to give Price the satisfaction of hearing her moan or cry out. If she wasn’t going to cry she sure as shit wasn’t going to moan. But as he pounded into her, she felt her pussy clench and flutter around his cock.

She felt a fresh wave of shame hit her all of a sudden. She imagined what her father would say if he could see her now, being fucked and used like a whore by the man he despised the most. The man who had ruined his career, his life.

The desk shifted beneath them, the legs scraping against the floor as Price's thrusts grew more and more forceful. Jo could feel the pressure building inside her, her body hurtling towards a **** climax. She squeezed her eyes shut, as the feeling of her orgasm crashed through her.

Price grunted, his fingers gripping her hair as he felt her cunt spasm around him. His pace never faltered as he fucked her through her climax, using her fluttering cunt to bring himself closer to his own release. The sensation of her now slick and silky walls milking his cock only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful.

“Fuck, you little slut,” Price grunted, his voice strained with lust and exertion. “Coming on my cock like the whore you are.” He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. With a final grunt Price slammed into Jo one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he erupted inside her. Jo shuddered and whimpered as she felt the heat of his release and the sickening sense of violation.

Price's grip on her hips tightened to the point of bruising as he rode out the waves of his climax, grinding his spurting cock against her abused cervix. Jo could only hang limply in his grasp.

“Fuck yeah, take my load you whore. Take it all. You know you loved every moment of this,” Price said, goading her as he slowed his thrusts.

Finally, he pulled out of her and let her go. She collapsed onto the desk. A deep, sickening shame and self-loathing consumed her. Price had taken her and there hadn’t been a damned thing she could do to stop him. The way her treacherous body reacted, climaxing unwillingly as Price fucked her, filled her with disgust.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, yet. I’m going to try your asshole for a bit,” he said as she felt him line himself up.

Jo screamed in agony as he entered her.

***

Alan followed Lara out of the Uber. They had both had a few drinks with dinner and decided not to drive. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply as the car pulled away. She felt him squeeze her ass as her own hand went to his crotch, feeling his hardness underneath his clothes. Lara broke off the kiss and turned on her heels, leading him by the hand towards her front door.

“I hope you’ve recovered enough from earlier. I expect a good performance out of you,” she told him as she looked at him from over her shoulder.

“Don’t you worry, Lara. I’m raring to go,” Alan said, staring not at her eyes but at her ass as she dragged him towards the door. She stopped suddenly and he almost ran into her.

“What the hell?” he said in surprise.

Lara had stopped dead in her tracks. Somebody was sitting on her front step. The person rose up to their feet as Lara and Alan approached.

“Jo? What happened? Are you okay?” Lara asked in shock at the view before her. Jo’s makeup was a mess, she had a busted lip and what looked like the beginnings of a black eye. She looked awful.

“I.... didn’t know where else to go,” Jo said, her lip quivering. Lara reached forward and the blonde collapsed into her arms, tears starting to flood down her face.

“It’s okay. Everything is okay,” Lara said, trying to soothe the small woman in her arms as best she could. “Tell me everything.”