Yes

You expected a shady resident, but the leafy crescent in the expensive East district is way out of your price range. As you’re not supposed to be working you don’t checkout a black and white from the car pool, instead pull up in your Nissan Micra. The door bell is a camera jobby and as you ring, a face appears.

“What do you want” An attractive forty something says from the screen. Tinted mousey hair pulled back into a tight pony tail, blue eyes and a tan that’s never seen the sun.

“Mrs Jakobs?” you ask?

“I’m busy, what do you want?” Comes the frosty reply.

“My name is Officer Doe, I’m here to ask a few questions about your husband” You say holding up your badge.

“Look we went through this this morning”

“Please it will hardly take a minute, just a few things we need to clarify” Things would be a lot easier if you could get your dick out but you’re not entirely sure how that would fly in a neighbourhood like this.

Thankfully you hear the click of a door unlocking, and the blond answers the phone. Tight grey gym gear wraps upgraded breasts, flat stomach and a behind that you guess takes a lot of time to maintain. Behind her you see a young pale black haired girl, twenty something, in similar attire, with a thinner, less curvaceous body, small tits and narrow hips. You feel your groin move in anticipation.

“Look I’m in the middle of a yoga class” Mrs Jakobs says.

“Sure, I won’t interrupt” you say putting a foot in the doorway so she can’t close it on you.

She beckons you in through a large hall way with oil paintings on the wall to a conservatory where summer sun is shining on two yoga matts.

“Great” the yoga instructor says “I’m sure you can answer questions in a downward dog, we have another three repetitions to do at least”

Mrs Jakobs drops into the pose easily. Hands on the ground, the line of that toned ass visible, raised almost offering itself to you.

You move round so you are between Mrs Jakobs and the yoga instructor, so they can both see you. You hear Mrs Jakobs ‘tsk’ in annoyance.

You unzip.

There’s a moment of panic, what if it was only temporary. You still feel the increased hunger and the rising tool that comes out of your trousers is still a longer, girthier cock than usual but that doesn’t mean that the other effects still work.

The yoga teacher looks at it and stops talking. Mrs Jacobs almost falls over as the yoga position loses all importance. That familiar expression, something between adoration and yearning.

You want them both, the burning lust is irresistible. You know you can have them, they will do as you ask. That doesn’t sound like you, that thought came from somewhere else. You try and control yourself. “Sorry” you apologise to the yoga instructor. She’s friendly fire in all this, an innocent bystander but it needed to be done. Mrs Jakobs stands up and reaches arm stretched for your cock.

“Not yet” You fight down the desire “I need my questions answered first”

Not so easily put off, Mrs Jakobs confidently takes off her top, revealing a surgeons work of art. Top tilted nipples, slightly darker than the bronzed flesh that surrounds them. Each larger than a melon.

“Are you sure?”

You are sure, you have to be, despite what every fibre of your being is telling you to do.

“What is the nature of your relationship with Mr Jakobs?” You ask.

“He is my husband, he is rich. Its a shame he’s in hospital but if he dies, then the money is all mine, or ours” she adds with a smile “Why don’t you just call me Tabitha” She says stroking your arm.

You step back and hold up your hand and she stops.

“I was fucking him, he was rich and he bought me nice things. I showed him all the yoga positions…. And” The brown haired yoga instructor says with a broad smile “I could show you too”

So the yoga teacher was in on it too, maybe she was not an innocent bystander… The gloves could come off.

“Carla! You what…” Tabitha said turning slowly.

“Calm down ladies” you say and they both relax.

“The first person to tell me everything they know about Edward Jakob’s get’s this” and you gesture downward at your (even if you do say so yourself) impressive erection.

“He was out last week on jobs, Monday, Thursday, Friday, didn’t get back until late” Tabitha Jakobs says urgently, eyes on the prize.

“He saw me on Mondays and Thursday, so he was only worked Friday” The yoga instructor says equally infatuated by your crotch.

Tabitha shoots Carla an angry look.

“I know he was at work Friday, he shot my partner”

Tabitha looked away, this was not going the way she wanted it to. “His boss is a woman”, she jabbers out, “Connected to the police ****, I don’t know who, but I’ve heard him talking on the phone, heard a female voice and she knew things, she was telling him where and when the cops were going to raid“

“A woman, interesting” you mutter, and more than that there wasn’t just a mole in the arrow squad, there was the head of the whole criminal operation. The women aren’t listening however, they look like they are torn between an urge to fuck you and a desire to kill each other.

“You don’t hate each other, in fact you’ve both been trying to hide your incredible lust for each other” Well that changes the atmosphere in the room. “You both dislike Mr Jakobs, you will both be in touch with the police to help” You stop yourself, that would leave them open to repercussions from the mysterious head of the White Hand Gang. “You will discover whatever you can about Mr Jakobs operations and will tell me as soon as you do”

“If we find anything out, will we get…” Carla says, gesturing at your crotch.

You take your erection in hand and start to slowly stroke. Their eyes watch as you move your hand up and down. Tabitha moans slightly.

“Is there anything else you know that could help me” You ask.

“No” Mrs Jakobs says, while sliding one hand in her yoga pants, touching herself. “Please” she begs, “let me have it” your cock jerks like a dog anxious to be let off the lead.