Well, not poorly.

Dessa entered the little café after doing her usual cursory scan of the location. No government spooks, heated arguments, or conspicuous loiterers hanging around. Just a few of the usual caffeine/wifi junkies going about their usual business, leaving her target. She had some time, having left Max in the capable hands of her partner for today's training. Max hadn't proven to be difficult at all, learning quickly what he was taught and applying it easily. If she didn't know better, he wasn't related to the most feared person in the police department. He was just an absurdly handsome guy with apparently horror movie monster levels of stamina. With an equally monstrous cock that could be clearly seen through most pants.

Dessa shook her head for a moment, the last two weeks had been difficult. While Max hadn't done anything unusual, both she and Dee had both had to trade off training him every so often. Something about him drove them wild that neither could figure out. She herself had to excuse herself every so often to finger herself to a nice orgasm in the ladies bathroom before going back out. Max was just... magnetic.

Dessa and Dee had both agreed that trying to get involved with Max was a bad idea. His Aunt was too much of a wild card that they didn't want to possibly upset the pregnant redhead by trying to get in on her favorite nephew. Dessa shuddered as she remembered reading the report about what had happened to the woman who had tried to take away Alison's favorite dick of the time. How she ended up waking up on the roof of Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas, on a literal bed of stolen money, naked except for a powdered dusting of cocaine, and completely bald, no one knew. But Dessa knew Alison had been involved in that. She had no proof, but she knew.

Finally screwing up the courage, Dessa walked over to the table a particular heavily pregnant redhead was sitting at, idly sipping some vanilla creme monstrosity, reading a maternity book.

Alison smiled as she heard the good officer of the law finally make her way over. The poor girl had been lost in thought for a minute while scoping the place out. A little spacey, but a delight to watch as her cute eyebrows twitched as she thought things through. She'd only come in here for some quiet time to relax in after a lamaze class, like she had been for the last few weeks. As fun as running the Skye house is, a little peace and quiet was welcome. It also gave her time to send a little message here or there to some of her friends of various powerful vocations. Nothing major, just to check in so they don't get their panties twisted over something or other and send in an intelligence team because someone didn't do laundry with the regular detergent. That had been one very confusing Tuesday. It wasn't like she was doing anything that big these days. Yet, at least.

Dessa slid in across from her with her usual trepidation on her beautiful face. Alison had to give it to the girl, she had willpower and some smarts for someone in her position. Alison smiled at her and waited for her new friend to start talking once she straightened out her train of thought.

The plainclothes officer looked her in the eyes as she started, "I won't bother with too many trivial questions, Alison. I know you won't answer them." Alison smirked at this as she put in a bookmark and closed her book to give the cop her full attention. Dessa continued, "You have a plan, don't you. You're moving, I've seen the boxes. If you were a normal woman, no one would care. But within twenty four hours of me submitting that report, the CIA, FBI, NSA, and god damned National Guard are all contacting me to confirm that, and are asking a lot of other, very unusual, personal questions."

That made Alison's smirk grow into a full blown smile, she could have just reached out to them normally, but getting those three new little troublemakers comfortable before the move had kept her busy. "I don't know what you mean by, 'having a plan,' honey. My house is just getting a little cramped as it is and looking for a place where my family can... stretch a little bit." Alison purred out at the cop.

Dessa lowered her voice as she started talking to the motherly milf, "That's not what I'm asking about. You moving isn't the question, Where you're moving is. I know you, Alison. I know you're a bank manager here in town and your sister is looking for a stable job while she's a substitute teacher. Your sister showed me the properties you're looking at, and I know that you can't afford them. Even if I include your new 'family members', those teachers and your neighbor, that wouldn't be enough. If you're abusing your position at the bank-"

"Ah, ah, ah. Be careful dear. You don't want to be slinging baseless accusations over nothing." Alison cut in. "To be clear, I, nor my sister, or any of my new family members mentioned, are going to be financing most of our move."

That got the gears turning in Dessa's head. Is she going into the service of someone? What hadn't she considered? Who can throw around a few million dollars for some of the most expensive mansions in town?

Alison smiled at the cop as she processed this. She knew that Dessa would take her word. She never lied to her, as that was part of their relationship. Omitted information, sure, but never flat out lied. Figuring she'd throw the good cop a bone, she decided to let the delicious woman in on the plan. Lowering her voice to try and keep anyone else from hearing, "To be clear, Dess, Maxie is going to be the one buying the house. Remember last week when the news reported that someone had won the lotto? That's Maxie. He just hasn't gone to claim it quite yet, since he knows he's going to be mobbed. My man gets drooled after enough already, how badly do you think it's gonna get with him suddenly coming into a couple hundred million dollars?"

Dessa really had to stop and think about that. She'd spent more than a few nights having to do paperwork over picking up people trying to break into the Skye house with crazy and ludicrous ideas. One guy had even just tried to drive his van through a wall, through the house, and then just grab any women he didn't kill and throw them into said van. That had been a messy one, and the reason why Alison had apparently pre-emptively hidden concrete and steel rebar in her white picket fence. Things were going to get much, much worse.

"Which is why..." Alison said, drawing the paused cop out of her predictions of what's going to happen to the most sought after stud suddenly getting ludicrously rich. "I want you and your partner to think about rooming with us for awhile, after the move. I'll need your help beforehand though to fortify the house during the remodeling. I do enjoy some privacy after all."

Dessa's mind was spinning. Two police officers living at the Skye house would drastically help things out. A lot of the calls she'd gotten had asked if she could find some way to move in with Alison anyways. The police chief would agree to it regardless, he was terrified of the pregnant matriarch to the point of running from rooms to avoid her daughters when they were occasionally brought in. But... being in close proximity with just Max was straining her professionalism as it is. She was going to have to talk to Dee about this, even though she is her trainee, she is her partner and Dessa would respect that. "I have to talk to Dee about this." Dessa said, standing up from the table.

Alison smiled warmly at the distracted cop, "No worries, the offer always stands. Even if you choose not to, I could always use your help on the new renovations."

As Dessa started walking away, Alison started packing up her things, she couldn't spend all day lounging about. Plans to be followed, if she wanted to keep her end of the bargain.

As she started strutting towards her car, even as pregnant as she was she wasn't going to stop being the sexiest woman in the room, she thought about who she'd need to nudge in Max's direction next. Maybe a gynecologist next? Or maybe a midwife... Or an accountant of some kind? He was coming into a lot of money and someone would need to manage it. She'd figure that out when she got home.

Sliding into the driver's seat of her car, Alison took a moment to send one last message. She looked directly into the rearview mirror, her eyes shining for a moment with an unearthly verdant green glow. "Things are going exactly as we hoped, My Lady."