"Where does it hurt?" I walked over and helped Stella up. Kelly looked at me with a strange expression—clearly she'd lost control and that policewoman was using a vibrating egg, so why was the boss covering for her?
Stella trembled as she stood, heading to the bathroom with Kelly supporting her inside.
"I can manage on my own, let me rest for a bit."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, please leave now." Stella, cheeks flushed, pulled down her pants and looked down at her underwear, which was covered in wet patches, sticky and slick—all her own fluids.
"Alright, call me if you feel unwell. I'll be right outside."
Kelly left the bathroom and came to stand beside me.
The sunlight spilled onto the floor, and the sea breeze blew in from time to time. Drinking a chilled cherry soda in sweltering Miami felt especially good.
I handed Kelly a drink and pointed to the bathroom. "Is she alright?"
"She just wants to be alone for a bit."
"Is anyone in there?"
Kelly shook her head and took a sip. "No one!"
"Boss, do you think they'll agree to our demands?"
I gave Kelly a reassuring look. "They'll agree. They have no choice but to compromise."
Stella sat on the toilet, holding her head, dabbing at her pants with tissues.
"Shit, what do I do now?"
The vibrating egg in her pussy buzzed again. The policewoman tugged the red string, pulled it out, and tossed it on the ground.
She spread her legs on the toilet and started fingering her clit.
With her other hand, she gently kneaded her own tits, mouth open, letting out moans.
"Ah, ah, I want more—GOD! Fucking Kenny, you got me so worked up!"
I turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Outside the ladies' room, I peeked in—empty. I went in, and soon heard Stella's moans. I stood outside her stall and knocked.
Stella bit her lip sharply, stopping what she was doing.
"Who is it?"
"Need a hand?"
The policewoman heard my voice. "You fucking bastard."
"Looks like you don't need me. I'll leave then!"
"Wait!" Stella opened the door.
Seeing the policewoman unbuttoning her uniform, sitting on the toilet staring at me, I felt a spark of happiness.
"What do you want?"
"You did this on purpose!" Stella looked angry.
"Yeah, I did it on purpose."
"Come in."
"I don't like the way you're ordering me around."
"I want you to come in." Stella's face burned redder, shame welling up inside her.
I smiled, stepped into the stall, and closed the door. Stella was already kneeling before me, quickly pulling down my pants, gripping my cock with her hand, and kissing the tip.
Her tongue flicked all over my shaft, like she was painting.
She took the head into her mouth, the policewoman looking up at me, eyes full of longing.
I got hard. "You look so sexy right now."
Grabbing her chin, I rubbed the head of my cock against her lips, and the policewoman helpfully stuck out her tongue.
I gently tapped her tongue with my cock, each slap making a wet, smacking sound.
I shoved my dick into her mouth, holding it in place, letting the head bulge out her right cheek before yanking it back—my cock popped free from Stella's mouth.
The policewoman opened up again, waiting for me to use her mouth.
I shoved the whole thing in, seizing her hair.
Watching Stella work my cock with her mouth, I got excited. "Tilt your head up, look at me."
The policewoman looked up, sucking hard each time, the head of my cock pushing into her throat.
"Mmm, mmm."
"How's the taste?"
"Mmm, amazing! Mmm!"
"You like my big cock?"
"I love your big dick."
Seeing that hungry look in her eyes, I started fucking her mouth like it was a pussy, thrusting deep from the hips.
The policewoman groped her labia, fingers teasing herself, her pussy dripping more and more with each pass.
"Mmm, mmm! Ah!"
She turned, bent over the toilet, spreading her lips apart. "Fuck me! I can't take it anymore!"
"Are you a filthy little slut?"
"Yes, fuck me, I'm your filthy slut!"
I grabbed my cock, lined it up with her pussy, and drove it in hard.
"Ah, OH GOD! Harder, fuck me!"
The policewoman started gyrating her hips, slamming her ass into my stomach—slap, slap, slap!
Each impact, she closed her eyes, face desperate. "Ah, ah! OH yes. OH fuck."
I raised my hand and admired her perfect ass, then slapped it.
Smack! The slap made her moan loudly. Stella gripped the toilet, her body starting to tremble. "Ah! Spank me, harder, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
With both hands I played with her ass, spreading the soft flesh. Her rosy, puckered asshole was right in front of me.
I stuck my fingers in her mouth so she could suck them, coating them in saliva, then pressed my thumb to her asshole.
I pushed, my thumb sinking in up to the first knuckle.
"OH! Fack, fack me!"
Stella screamed. The second my thumb went into her ass, I felt her pussy clamp down even tighter around my cock.
Her spasming pussy walls made everything more intense—both of us closed our eyes, lost in it.
Smack! I kept spanking her ass with my other hand, my palm marks appearing everywhere.
Every slap squeezed her lower half—her ass and pussy gripped my cock harder and harder. The groove of my head rubbed her insides just right, and her juices started gushing, trickling down her thighs to the floor.
"Ah, your cock fucking feels so good, OH GOD! I'm close. So close."
"Baby, I'm gonna cum."
"Do it, cum in my mouth. Oh baby, fuck me! I'm about to come!"
I grabbed her ass and thrust harder.
"Ah, fuck!"
I pulled out, gripping my dick, and Stella spun around, kneeling in front of me, mouth wide open.
"Ah." I squeezed her chin, rubbed my fingertip on the head, cum shooting from my slit.
Stella opened wide, showing me her mouth, then swallowed my load and grabbed my cock, sucking me clean.
"Baby, you're getting better and better."
[Stella had never been this satisfied before—excitement, shame, indulgence. For the first time, she experienced uninhibited sex. Affinity increased by 10, total Affinity now 80]
"Need me to dry your pants for you?"
Kneeling on the floor, the policewoman looked at me with a complicated expression. I was gentle with her now.
I blow-dried her pants in the bathroom, then she got dressed. I picked up the vibrator from the ground and handed it back to her.
"Next time, let's go to the supermarket."
"What do you want to do this time?"
"Or maybe the movie theater."
"Can we not do it in public?"
I wrapped my arms around the policewoman. "Can I come to your place?"
"Wait till I get off work." She wound her arms around my neck, kissed my lips. "No one else can know."
"Is that an invitation? Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Kenny, you're such a bastard!" Stella muttered angrily.
But I knew she wasn't really mad, because the dialogue box floating above her head betrayed her.
[I'll never admit that I like fucking you.]
"Next time, I want to fuck your ass."
"No!" The policewoman glared at me, annoyed.
I leaned close to her neck, nipping her earlobe. "I want it. Give it to me!"
"I've never done it before."
"I'll be a gentleman."
The policewoman bit her lip, a complicated look in her eyes. "Swear it."
"I swear."
[Stella has accepted you, likes having sex with you, and she's falling for the feeling.]
You've gained 1 Energy, Energy now 60. Your stamina has improved, and fatigue is reduced.
Ring ring! Her phone rang at just the wrong time. The policewoman pulled it out and glanced at the message.
"Geoffrey says the D.A.'s office agreed to your demands."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, they're ready to sign an agreement. If that girl's information checks out, they'll give the two women visas. But until we find Claude, they have to remain under our protection."
"I want one more clause in the agreement: finding Claude, not capturing him."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, even if what you find is just a corpse, the agreement still stands."
Damn! What I just said gave away one thing: Claude might be dead.
If that's the case, someone clearly wants to shut him up for good. Stella thought back to my theories—this case is a mess.
The policewoman dialed the precinct as she walked out.
A moment later, she handed the phone to me. "Prosecutor Paul Spear wants to talk to you."
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm Prosecutor Paul! Do you have information on Claude?"
"Yes, I do."
"Are you sure? Because if we..."
I cut him off. "Mr. Prosecutor, this is a deal. We give you solid information, you get two visas sorted for me. This is strictly business. You think I'm messing around?"
"One person."
"No way. Two visas. Not negotiable. You should know, the whole city's eyes are on this case, and you're under a ton of pressure—so is the precinct. Add in the media and social outrage, the mayor's feeling the heat. Right now, I control the breakthrough. The location's hidden—without my tip, you'll never find it, at least not anytime soon. Prosecutor, what's more important: closing the case, or bargaining with me? Your time is short. I can wait."
As I spoke, I smiled confidently. Politics is compromise.
"You're right. OK, but we have to catch Claude."
"Not happening—arrest has nothing to do with us. We helped, we took the risks, we get the payoff."
"What if Claude is dead?"
I laughed. "That coming from Stella?"
"She mentioned your concerns."
"Claude's death matters to us—but not to you. You want closure, a win for the mayor, the public, Miami PD. No matter how Claude dies, you can hand in your report, claim closure, and no one knows what went down during the arrest. Everyone wins: you, the cops, the mayor gets his reputation back, everyone's happy, right?"
Nobody knows the details, so the outcome can always be justified. How did Claude die?
Killed during the arrest, shot by police. Does that raise any questions? Of course not. No one is digging, all they care about is the result.
Closure—everyone gets their rewards, even political ones. No one cares about the process—that's the filthy truth of politics. Truth doesn't matter.
Paul got my drift. "Interesting proposal."
"Deal?"
"Deal! You've got a bright future, kid."
"Thank you!"