We just want to know...

The Chairman opened the committee: "The Chair hereby continues the inquiry into the leak of police evidence. The Chair recognizes the witnesses Officer Jane Miller, Head of the Sexual Crimes Department of the Trinton City Police and lead investigator into the case of John Goodman, as well as the witness James Goodman, heir to the company of John Goodman, fashion journalist and new owner of the GRC. We'll start with you, Mr. Goodman... What exactly happened on the night of the 21st of December to the 22nd of December?"

"I couldn't sleep that night, and as I was strolling through my living room in the dark, I noticed that there seemed to be blue lights outside. Curious, I went outside and realized, that a police car, followed by many other police cars, were heading down the street on which I live. I live quite far outside the city, so I was confused as to what was going on. At this point, Officer Miller's car had come close, but it slid on the ice and crashed into a tree near my house. Luckily, all the airbags went off and she got away without any major injuries. I went to the car immediately, which is when I realized who was sitting in it."

A council member interrupted: "And you knew Officer Miller beforehand?"

"We had professional contact because of her investigation into the GRC. In any case, I grabbed her and everything else I could hold before running away, as I thought it was only a matter of time until the fuel would catch fire. My mother, who was living with me, since the investigation team had to thoroughly investigate my father's business records stored at my parents' home, took care of Officer Miller inside the house. After the initial crash, Officer Miller woke up in a shocked state for a brief moment, she merely asked for the safety of the recording and demanded to not be put into a city hospital."

The Chairman asked a question: "Mr. Goodman, according to your testimony you were at home. Yet policemen were knocking at your door and you didn't open. Why did you refuse?"

"Quite frankly, the entire situation was a bit bizarre. I was of course, in a bit of a daze after having just seen a person I know be involved in a car crash. Additionally, the entire situation seemed, as I said before, very fishy to me. Normally, police cars do not drive in my direction, and never so plentifully or chasing one other police car. So my gut feeling was to stay quiet. I was however, in the kitchen to grab some ice packs for Officer Miller, when I overheard the officers knocking on my door. From what they said, they were directly sent by the mayor to chase Officer Miller. With the benefit of hindsight, I suspect that they were likely sent to retrieve the recording."

A different council member asked: "According to official witness testimony during the night, your neighbor told police officers that you and your mother were away that night. Can you explain that statement?"

"I can only guess, however my mom intended to travel to meet her family that very night. I made a rather spontaneous decision a day or two earlier to remain in Trinton over Christmas, mainly because I had the feeling that I needed to stay here for GRC business. It seems plausible to me that my neighbor assumed that we would travel together to visit my mom's family over Christmas and had left already, when the police asked her if there was nobody in my house."

The council member nodded reluctantly. A member in the center of the barely filled seats of the council asked me another question: "Are you certain that these officers talked about receiving direct orders from the mayor? This would violate city protocol."

"I am certain that I did not mishear it. Does it not show up in the protocols? If you have protocols on my neighbor, you should have one on all officers, right?"

The chairman stepped in: "The witness will refrain from asking any further questions to council members. I will however, inform him about the fact that the Head of the Police Department, appointed directly by the mayor, who has since resigned, is allowed to make edits to any police records. As such it is unclear to us whether such a conversation occurred." Damn, I see. That seems awfully convenient.

A council member from the left asked another question: "You have told us how you got a hold of the recording, but I'd like to know more about how it got into the press."

"Officer Miller told me to get it to the press. Through my brief career here as a reporter in Trinton, I only had enough contact with one journalist that I knew was right for the job, and that was Megan Dapy. I called her in the middle of the night and she came over quickly, which is when I first learned about the content of the recording, too. I took care of Officer Miller's health, while Ms. Dapy wrote the article."

As no other person on the committee had any further questions for me, the Chairman began to shift the interrogation over to Jane: "The Chair wishes to continue to interrogate Officer Miller. Mr. Goodman is asked to stay in case Officer Miller's testimony cause questions directed at him." Alright, now for the easier part. I hope she can do this. "The Chair recognizes that witnesses have been asked enough about the events of said night. It is now important to establish the motive of the actors, although we have heard a bit about that from Mr. Goodman already. Officer Miller, what brought you to do this?"

"During the investigation into John Goodman's activities, we had found out that he had spy cameras installed in some apartments. This brought up several questions during the investigation. Firstly, to what benefit did he do this? This question turned out to have a simple answer. All tenants in these buildings, besides Mr. Goodman, who was in dire need of an apartment after landing a job in Trinton, were all young women, typically college aged. The sexual nature was thus quite obvious. The second question was how these cameras were installed and why nobody noticed at the police department. Here, we contacted Ms. Dapy to receive a copy of the bribes the former mayor received, and it was clear that the GRC paid the former mayor to keep quiet. Whether the now former acting mayor had any knowledge of this, remained a mystery for a long time. GRC funds stopped being sent to the former mayor after his resignation."

A councillor from the center asked: "So this piece of evidence would have been a centerpiece for laying charges against both the former mayor and former acting mayor? How did they react?"

"Yes, the plan was originally to prepare the case against John Goodman, however the involvement of high-ranking city officials including the then-mayor meant that it was almost necessary for us to prosecute them. I had initially planned to simply take the evidence to members of the press I know personally, however it was clear that somehow, my borrowing of the evidence was noticed quickly, and so I drove around aimlessly in an attempt to escape with the evidence. The roads out of Trinton are seldom used boulevards, so I hoped to be able to upload the evidence while driving, but then there was the ice on the road."

A person on the right of the council asked her another question: "I consider your actions to be very brave officer. But I am aghast at the distrust you seem to have in the city's hospitals. Could you tell us why you did not want to be sent there?"

She sighed. "I think the answer should already be obvious, especially to the members of this committee. It's an open secret that the former acting mayor frequently gave aides and henchmen access to his files and powers to get people into line. He was often compared to a mafia boss behind closed doors for a reason. Not staying in a city hospital was a matter of personal safety. The sad truth is that I am lucky to be here in front of you, able to tell the truth as it happened. If it wasn't for Mr. Goodman, his mother, and Ms. Dapy, we would all be unaware of the truth of these events that took place over the span of the past five years."

The Chairman decided to end the session here: "I declare the interrogation to be over." One member stood up. "The Chair recognizes Adam Smith, TCP."

"I am introducing a motion to decide on the guilt of Ms. Dapy, Officer Miller, and Mr. Goodman right now."

"The Chair recognizes the motion. All in favor?" Everyone raised their hand. "All against?" All hands stayed down. The same Mr. Smith stood up again. "The Chair recognizes Adam Smith, TCP."

"I am introducing a motion to declare all three witnesses of today, Ms. Dapy, Mr. Goodman, and Officer Miller, as innocent in regards to the leaking of police evidence implicating the former acting mayor in a sexual and corruption scandal on the night of the 21st to the 22nd December this year, in their duties as investigative journalists, police officers, and informants to the public."

"The Chair recognizes the motion. All in favor?" The three members on the left raised their hand, the center-left bloc of nine members all raised their hand. On the center-right and the right of the semicircle of the council's seating arrangement, only one arm was raised. "All against?" The right bloc voted against, with the one earlier exception. "The motion is passed thirteen to five with seven abstentions. Megan Dapy, James Goodman, and Officer Jane Miller are hereby officially innocent and cleared of any misconduct or wrongdoing under the eyes of the law. The special committee is hereby dissolved and the council's session for today ended."

The council members seemed awfully happy for what could have been a very close call. While some idly talked about going to eat dinner with their colleagues, others gave interviews for local news stations. One such reporter briefly asked Jane a couple of questions, before looking at me. "I'm not going to interview you today, Mr. Goodman, we'll have plenty of time for that on Thursday." "O-Oh, are you...?" "Natalie Steiner, yes." Natalie -51SP Weird for the app to activate... Anyway... "Well then, I won't keep you busy any longer, Ms. Steiner. Until Thursday."

Jane and I walked outside the palace and it was already dark and cold. It was snowing and the wind blew the snow directly into everyone's face, no matter how high one pulled their scarf. We began to approach Jane's new police car. It seems as though all had really been forgiven quickly. She gestured to the car, and I went inside. She blasted the heating on and got rid of her winter outfit. "Wanna spend the night with me?" I might have had sex twice today already but I needed some stress relief for sure. How could I really say no?

"Gladly. Want us to buy anything to eat on the way?"

"I have something at home, don't worry."

"Already prepared, huh, Officer Miller?" I winked at her.

"Oh, I'm always ready for guests, Mr. Goodman. Especially the ones I'm looking forward to..." She was giving me a seductive look.

"I wish we were going faster but I can't tell a cop to start speeding, right?"

"Haha no, you'll have to be patient with that."

"How was the rest of the interview before I got there?"

"Oh well... It wasn't bad. I mean we got off the hook and that's what matters. Still... It was very clear that the council itself was very disorganized."

"How so?"

"Did you see how empty those ranks were? Turns out having a member of the media, a high ranking police officer, and a big landlord as witnesses disqualifies a lot of people simultaneously from appearing neutral. And then the two big parties were completely unsure what to do. The SGP was happy they weren't hit but some were still annoyed at Megan for making their mayor resign. The CTP didn't know whether to cling to their acting mayor and what side of law enforcement to believe. Only the TCP got out of this well in my opinion. City politics is gonna be a mess for a long while..."

"You know a lot about politics."

"How do you think I got my job? At the end of the day, 'officer' comes from 'office' and that's always political, no matter what you try. I'm far from bad or unsuited for my job, but I didn't get here without a few connections. And to have these connections, you need some knowledge."

"That's reasonable, yeah. But now you can take your mind off of this. We'll be at your place soon, enjoying a meal, and then we can have some fun together..."

"I don't want to stop talking about this, though... I'll be frank, there is a reason I'm telling you this. I want you to join the TCP and run for mayor."

"HUH? Why?"

"Trust in the old parties is low after their scandals. If the TCP gets a decent mayoral candidate, they'll surely get funding for a campaign. And for you, it'll be great too. Running for a local party basically means running as an independent with a chance. If you ever get power hungry and go to national politics, you can pick your party later. In any case, if there's anyone I'd like to see in that office, it's you. Not just because I like you, but I think you have a strong sense of justice and what's morally right. And I think that'll go down like butter with the voters after so many scandals."

"I... don't know. I try to stay private with my life for a reason, you know? The last thing I want is that much attention. Besides, not like I can stay in that office for long. What next?"

"There are plenty of cushy jobs or your old one to get back into! Nothing has to be eternal to be fun or worthwhile."

That sentence struck a chord with me. It does not have to be eternal. I think a large part of the relief of the app for me has been the fact that it is eternal, right? That in a sense, I can get these women to follow my orders rather easily after a while and even if I take a break with them, they'll be just as happy to follow my orders and see me. In a way, the app disappearing had always been a fear of mine, no matter how unrealistic that would be. The potential to have people lash out at me for what we did together was what I feared, and I didn't always feel deserving of the app, but... even if everyone was fine with what happened, would I really be fine with that? Am I just fine with how I'm acting since I don't expect to see my consequences? I don't think I would ever ask Ngrimah to take the app away again. So I guess I do like it more than I thought, huh? I guess in a way, Jane is right. Even if I can't spend my entire life with these women or can't enjoy something forever, that doesn't mean it's worthless. Joy and happiness can be found even in the things that are fleeting.

We had arrived at her apartment. Although the apartment isn't really fancy in itself, she does have a garage. Her apartment is styled in a very utilitarian and minimalist fashion, I assume both of a result of financial and time constraints. I mean, with how little she earns for herself, and how much time she's away, how useful would be a bit of decoration for her? We spend some time together preparing the meal she wanted to make. It was from one of these subscription services that send you ingredients so you can cook for yourself.

"Do you cook often, James?"

"Now that my mom is out of town, yeah. And well, before she lived with me I had to cook for myself too, of course."

"I'm surprised you wanted to help me though, you know you can just sit on the couch and relax for a bit, right? I imagine it was a tough day for you."

"I mean, it was, but was it that much better for you?"

"Of course it was! The interrogation counts as work hours for me. I was getting paid!" She winked with a very joyful smile.

"Haha, alright then. But I enjoy spending some time with you, you know? I like this side of you. Out of uniform. It feels more... approachable? That and I think you've changed into a beautiful outfit."

She blushed a little. "I'm glad you think that about me. But am I really that intimidating in uniform?"

"That's not what I meant, you just feel more... equal, I suppose? I don't have a fancy title like officer, you know?"

"You know... If we get together I can always resign if that's what you want. Truth is, I enjoy cooking, I just don't have a lot of time." Is she... not trying to be as independent as I thought, or just overwhelmed by her job?

"I don't know... I don't want to be the person telling you what you can and can't do with your life. That's for you to decide, not me, right?" Our brief discussion was interrupted by the sizzling wine Jane added to the risotto pot after we had cut the heaps of vegetables.

"It'll just stay here for a while and I'll stir it every now and then. But in the meantime... let's have some fun, okay?"

"Gladly... Last time was really fun, I wanna try more stuff. But first, let's start with a classic." I wrapped my arms around her rather slender body and gave her a warm kiss. She responded in kind and then some, soon we were making out. Every other minute, she gave me a gentle poke to be briefly freed from my hug to ensure with a stir or two that our risotto wouldn't burn. Her hands reached under my shirt and my hands wandered down, too. They ensured that very soon, her bra became untied.

"Let's continue to have some fun after dinner, okay?" She stirred the cheese into the risotto and then we ate. It was a nice moment. We were both very happy (and horny), enjoying our meals but also eager to get to the greater times ahead. It was a great risotto, too. After dinner, she cleaned up the table and looked at me expectantly. "What do you want to do together?"

"How much time do we have? When do you need to wake up?"

"I'm yours all night long, baby."

"Excellent, you see I'm still hungry-"

"You want more?" She looked at me with a mix of disappointment and judgement.

"I want to eat your pussy."

"Oh... Haha, silly me. Sure, let's go for it. I expected this to be for you but I won't say no to this. Actually, mind if we sixty-nine? I'm getting the longing for a snack, too."

"Go right ahead, I like your idea."

I climbed on top of her and started licking her clit. "Mmhhh, your tongue is still warm from the food... That's really pleasant." To be honest, her mouth was also pretty warm too. Some people say that blowjobs should ideally feel like the real thing, and I begin to see why, it's a great feeling to have it feel like a better controlled vagina. Jane was also quite good at giving me a blowjob, or at least it felt amazing. Her pussy was also amazing. I've eaten out quite some women by now, but it's wonderful to have her clean shaven pussy in front of me. I grabbed her ass to hold her tighter and indulged in the pleasures of tasting more pussy. I gave her butt a little massage, too. Eventually, my efforts were rewarded and she came, shortly afterwards I decided to give her her reward as well. "Swallow it all." I told her, and she did. No points. I was getting a bit concerned.

"Hah... Haaah... That was good. I'm exhausted and I'll go to bed now, okay? Would be a shame if a handsome, attractive man used the situation while I'm too tired to defend myself..."

"Me? I would never", I winked, since I was pretty sure she was asking for it. "Why do you like this, anyway? I mean, you jail people like me on a regular basis, so what's the difference?"

"This might sound dumb, but I... I wanna know what it's like. To get an impression of what it's like for victims. I've always had this morbid curiosity, you know? So come on, give it to me." She walked to her bedroom, exaggerating her hip movements just to make me even harder. Alright, if she wants it this way, why not? I followed her to her bedroom. She was lying down, nude, in a bed designed for just one person. She was clearly acting half asleep, although she was also very tired. She spread her arms and legs as if she was a starfish, meaning that I could see the pussy I just licked in all its glory again.

"Just say stop if you ever feel uncomfortable, okay?" No response, but she clearly wasn't sleeping. So I pulled up her legs and inserted my dick while kneeling on the mattress. After my tongue had fun exploring her insides, it was now my dick's turn. She was clearly tired and lacked a bit of body strength for a decent posture, but she still didn't resist in the slightest. Thus, I continued. Her pussy was already plenty wet, so it was easy for my dick to enter her. It was here that I had a decision to make. **** can take all sorts of forms, doing it while she's too weak to defend herself is just one way. So what kind of experience is she expecting from me? I ultimately decided that I'll go for something I didn't have today: Rough sex. Since she was acting ****, there was little point in trying to make this sex passionate or romantic. So I might as well go for my maximum pleasure, right? In and out my dick went, always the full length, at high speed, and causing her to be quite wet. Whenever our bodies met, or rather collided, there was plap sound as a result of our liquids coating our body. Her pussy had really just become a tool for my pleasure. That smacking noise continued for a while.

Eventually, I decided to be done with it and came inside her. I gently laid her legs back down. "So, how was it?"

"Hm, interesting. I feel a bit weird and uncomfortable, but I imagined it worse. I guess the feeling of horror matters and you just destroyed it."

"A-Are you mad?"

"No, of course not... I don't know, it's just a bit confusing. Don't worry, everything will be fine once I've had a night to think about it, okay?"

"Alright, I'll head to the bathroom to tell everyone at home that I'm staying elsewhere for the night, okay?"