Bust Olive!

"Hi," I said as the door was answered by an unshaven man in a white singlet and shorts. The nondescript little house looked almost as grubby as him with a fairly untidy lawn and a garage in need of repair. He looked as if he had not long woken up.

"Who're you?" he said suspiciously, the door only half ajar.

From behind him, a familiar face with blonde bangs appeared over his shoulder. "Aiiiyy! Its Arielle off the telly. and Ohmigod! Its Rick with her!" she almost climbed over her husband to yank the door open in her excitement.

I wasn't quite used to such celebrity and I was so taken aback that I almost forgot my manners. Luckily by the time her husband had turned to face Olive and demanded "Who the fuck?", I remembered that there was an element of actual danger here.

"My name's Rick", I said quickly. "Please do everything I say. Please don't hurt us or try to hurt us or try to get anyone else to hurt us."

Olive's husband looked at us apprehensively but made no moves.

"Right. Invite us in!" I said, relieved to have the safety protocol taken care of.

Olive was in a drab t-shirt and joggers, and to be honest, did not look totally appealling. Time to test her husband's lack of violence and Olive's desperation. "Olive. We're going to help you have your best ever orgasm. Go and get changed. Look as sexy as you can. Come back and brace yourself in 5 minutes."

"What Da Fuck!?" exclaimed her husband.

"Okaydoke!" said Olive a little bashfully, and ran out of the room like a shy schoolgirl."

Alone with a raging but impotent criminal, I turned to him and said. "Right, you! Asshole. Please sit there and do nothing apart from answer everything she says."

"Ok" he said grumpily, and sat on the wooden chair at his dining table that I indicated.

I set up Arielle's phone balanced against his breadbin so that it had him in the frame, and nodded to Arielle, indicating that it was indeed recording.

"Good morning Mr Ferguson. Could you please confirm your whole name?"

"Sean Ferguson", he said grumpily and looked down at his hands.

"Thank you", I moved behind her as she continued to address the criminal. "and can you confirm that you manufacture MethylAmphetamine drugs at this location?"

"Yes."

"In approximately what quantities?"

"We usually make about a kilo or two a day." his words were almost spat out.

"and how much do you earn from that?" asked Arielle in her typical no nonsense style of interviewing. I reached around her and cupped her breasts through her silk blouse. She took no notice but her interviewee did. His eyes opened wide and he spluttered, but being requested politely to answer only her questions, he said nothing.

"Uh. We don't get street prices. We sell wholesale. So we get $500 for a kilo."

I had no idea if that was good value or not and was focused solely on trying to play with the journalist's tits. She knew the going rate though. "That's less than a tenth the cost on the street? So who do you sell to?"

"Tormaid".

"For the record, who's Tormaid?" she said, in a combative style, reminiscent of a TV lawyer in court.

"Tormaid Lennox". He's head of the local gang." answered the drug manufacturer, his eyes making little circles following the motions of my hands on Arielle's tits.

"Yes. And you are saying he buys all of your crystal meth from you?"

"Yes!" he grunted.

"Thank you."

"I understand you have killed someone. Can you confirm who?"

I pulled Arielle's silken blouse from her skirt waistband and began lifting it up. Without conscious thought she raised her arms to leave her standing in an attractive white gauzy bra. I pulled the material down to expose her pert little breasts and started playing with her nipples, twisting them left then right, like dials on an old fashioned radio. Luckily this was all out of frame in the recordings. Only the criminal's expression suggested anything unusual was taking place.

"Uh, yeah. Carlos Lopez I think his name was. He was one of the Hernandez gang's runners. He found out I was supplying Tormaid and was going to rat me into the latinos. It was him or me."

"Ok. Thanks!" I interrupted. then reached over to switch the video off.

"Right thats enough." I said. "I'm going to fuck Arielle here, and I promised your wife an orgasm too, so you just PLEASE write down everything you told us on a sheet of paper, sign it, then go upstairs and sit in your closet and wait quietly for the police to arrive and take you away.

The meth-cook had just slapped the paper on the table and was heading for his temporary cell in his own house when his wife came bursting in the door breathlessly. She seemed to be in some sort of satin nightwear, which to be honest was a huge improvement on her previous attire.

"Thank you Olive!" I said. "Much better, now every time either I or Arielle touch you, PLEASE find it to be the most intense and extremely pleasurable thing you have ever experienced."

Her eyes widened. I approached her slowly and she braced herself as I slapped my hand directly onto her pussy. She crumbled on contact, sinking to the floor, her eyes rolling in her head. I held firm pressing my hand between her legs.

Olive began panting heavily.

I could see Arielle looking aghast. "Arielle, Please pinch this slut's nipples".

"All... right," she looked a little disdainfully, but crouched down and slid her hands inside Olive's satin nightie, her own breasts still hanging out of her bra and began teasing the drug maker's wife's nipples erect with her exquisitely manicured fingers.

"omigod omigod omigod!" squealed Olive repeatedly, eyes clenched tightly shut.

I stripped quickly without much further ado. "Please wank yourself off and feel incredible orgasms while you're doing it" I said to Olive while assisting Arielle out of her underwear. The journalist's tall sleek figure contrasted with the buxom charms of the middle aged housewife.

I bent Arielle over the dining table and pressed myself up behind her. I decided to let her have some fun too. "Arielle", i whispered, bending over her as my cock slid into her pussy from behind, "PLEASE find this the most amazing and wonderful sex you have ever had".Ten minutes later she was screaming and banging her fists off the kitchen table as I came deep inside her, her voice easily drowning out the blissful mewings of Olive, prostrate on the floor who was still fingering herself with a now shaking hand.