"Bewitched" (closed)

As she entered the dance club, Eliza caught the hungry eye of every man within view. Even a significant portion of the female patrons looked her up and down, likely wondering what she tasted like and whether or not she screamed while being tasted. They couldn't help but feel that way, of course; she was beautiful beyond belief, yes, but she'd also casted a Charm spell on herself before she'd headed out for the evening.

As she made her way through the thick crowd, the patrons parted like the Red Sea before Moses. She met the eyes of numerous men who were, of course, looking at her. But she wasn't truly making eye contact with them. Eliza was looking through their eyes, into their minds, into their memories, their life experiences, their very thoughts.

She stopped suddenly when she found a man who fit her requirements. Eliza crossed the club to a private mezzanine, ascending it as the men and women -- very expensive whores, likely -- stared at her with interest. Eliza looked into his eyes, and even before he had a chance to speak to her, she knew all about him. His name was Rodrigo Riaz, he was an up-and-coming drug smuggler in town to establish a new network … and he had a safe house in the countryside that no one in the world -- not even his own people -- could connect to him.

"I don't know you," Riaz said casually with an obvious Columbian accent. He gave Eliza a very obvious up and down ogle, smiled to her, and added suggestively, "But I'd like to."

Eliza turned to walk around behind the curved bench seat upon which Riaz and his entourage sat. A big man in a still nice but noticeably less expensive, store bought suit stepped in her way. She stared up at him a moment until his boss waved him off. Eliza continued until she was standing directly behind Riaz. Leaning forward until her mouth was near his ear, she whispered a simple Yearning spell.

He turned to look directly in Eliza's eyes. Her pupils widened in a flash until a deep, haunting blackness had replaced the pale-blue-with-green flecks on which people so often commented with awe. Instantly, Riaz was mesmerized.

"Take me away from here," she whispered, adding, "Take me somewhere … where no one will ever find us."

Riaz didn't hesitate to rise. He playfully stepped onto and over the bench couch to stand near Eliza. He took her hand and began leading her away.

"We don't need them," she said seeing the bodyguards -- there were at least three -- beginning to move with their boss. She looked to his entourage, most of whom were also rising and added, "We don't need any of them."

She turned to look at the others and swept a hand as she casted a Forgetfulness spell. The lot of them -- escorts, associates, and bodyguards alike -- would continue on with their evening, never having known that their boss had even been there. Eliza turned to take Riaz's elbow, asking, "Shall we?"



The next morning, Eliza awoke to the sound of bird song spilling in through the windows. She sat up and walked to the French doors, flinging them open to let the cool morning air sweep over her still naked body. The view from the master bedroom of Riaz's safe house was spectacular; two acres of sculpted lawns and hedges, beyond which was a private lake accessible only by the dozen or so grand estates surrounding it.

Eliza looked back to the bed, to where an equally naked Rodrigo Riaz lay face down. She smiled, recalling how much enthusiasm he'd put into pleasuring her through the night … the whole night. Oh, sure, his endurance and dedication to her pleasure had had to be enhanced with yet another spell. It was probably why -- when she finally told him Enough! -- Riaz collapsed to the mattress and was still now exactly as he had been then.

She found a sexy, silk robe in the closet -- probably from one of his the smuggler's expensive escorts -- and donned it for a trip downstairs to the kitchen. Eliza made herself welcome to coffee and breakfast, showered, dressed, took a walk about the grounds, and returned to spend several hours watching the local 24 hour news to see what was happening out beyond the estate's high security perimeter.

Riaz finally made an appearance around 4pm. Having no idea that he'd slept the day away, he greeted her, "Good morning. You're up early."

Eliza had sensed Riaz's approach, of course, and showed no reaction. She watched him pad into the kitchen for a mug of coffee, and when he returned, told him, "I'd like to do some gardening. Are you handy with a shovel?"

"I know which end of one to hold," he responded, smiling.

"Oh, and do you own a gun?"

Riaz laughed. A moment later, he was opening a hidden shelf unit, revealing an arsenal of weapons, most of them unregistered and/or illegal.

They made their way to one of the flower gardens where -- under an Influence spell -- Riaz dug himself a grave and laid down in it, and thinking he was holding a squirt gun and playing a game, put a .45 caliber round into his temple. Eliza stared down at his body for a long moment before finally taking the shovel into her own hands and refilling the hole. As her soft hands began to show the wear of hard labor, she wished it wasn't so taxing on her to cast such a spell as would be necessary to simply lift the dirt into the hole.

Once back in the luxurious house -- the ownership of which was hidden under layers of LLCs, holding companies, and off-shore banks -- Eliza returned to watching the local news, particularly the financial and political reports, in an effort to decide her first step in rising to power and wealth.

Matt was minutes away from receiving another award on a televised press event. He had become the city’s most successful and decorated detective. Years of hard work and dedication have cause him to rise through the ranks and he was now next in line for the police commissioner job when it became available.

After starting off in traffic he received promotion after promotion abc moved through the various departments within the force. He was now lead detective in the Vice department of the force. Under his watch his team has taken down numerous drug lords, and mobsters. Their most recently solved case was taking down Gregory Primororsk, who was an arms dealer from Russia that would smuggle in the guns and sell them to various criminals and monsters.

After the press event his team went out for drinks at the local bar favored by police. Around midnight everyone started leaving and that included Matt. After saying his goodbyes the 6’1 detective made his way through some alleyways to the subway and headed uptown to his condo. As he sat there on the train he ran his hands over his drunken and sleepy blue eyes then down his face and beard.

With a flute of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut in one hand and a platter of hors d'oeuvres -- including blinis and a tin of Beluga -- on a table near the other, Eliza reclined back into the most comfortable chaise lounge upon which she'd ever made her tight little ass at home. The man may have been a drug smuggling, misogynistic scumball, but Eliza had to hand it to Rodrigo Riaz, the man knew how to live.

She'd taken to watching Channel 77 during her six days on the estate. The 24/7 news station had relatively good national and international coverage, but its beauty was in its extensive local news. Eliza was currently watching with the volume muted, only turning the sound back on for articles that were either entirely new or of great interest.

When she again saw a face in which she'd taken a recent interest, Eliza unmuted the television to watch the live press conference. She'd been seeing and hearing a lot of good news about Matt Johnson, including talk that he was likely going to be the next police commissioner. He was a tall, good looking man with his fingers in just about every layer and level of law enforcement across the city.

A man like that could be very valuable to Eliza.



It was well past midnight when she saw him next, and this time it wasn't on the late late news. She was sitting in one of Diaz's many cars -- this one a sleek, black, 1968 convertible Intermeccanica Italia Spyder -- three blocks down the boulevard from where he was waiting for the bus.

How humble, how noble, she thought to herself. How ridiculous.

She caught sight of the last bus of the night heading his way, fired the sports car up, and drove out of her space in time to get in front of the bus. They stopped together at a red light, and Eliza stepped out to walk back to the vehicle. The male driver literally leaned forward in his seat to get a look at her in her micro-mini skirt and 4 inch heels. As he opened the door, her eyes went black again and she waved a hand between them, speaking her short spell.

"There is no one at your next stop," she told him in a soft voice. "Trust me."

"Thank you," he said, closing the door.

She returned to her car, pulled up a block to park, and watched as the bus sped by her … and by the detective. She waited to see his reaction to being passed by, then pulled up and stopped before him. Smiling broadly and giving him a hungry up and down glance, she asked, "Need a ride, Sugar?"

As Matt stood out in the cold waiting for the last bus of the night he really wished he had taken his car, but he was so close to that promotion the last thing he needed was a DUI to fuck it all up so here he stands playing it safe. The bus finally came into sight and he took a couple steps closer to the curb, but the bus never stopped at his stop. “Hey!!” He called out into the cold dark night air.

Matt started to walked when he heard the engine of a car behind him. He turned to see a classic exotic car with a very attractive female driving it. “That would be amazing thank you!” Matt said while climbing into the car. “I’m Matt. Thanks again! I live up on Broad Street.”

“I’m Matt."

"Eliza," she said, offering her hand beyond the center console.

"Thanks again! I live up on Broad Street.”

"Broad Street," she repeated as she gave him a conspicuous once over review. "I can get you there."

He was intoxicated, obviously, but it wasn't until she reached into his mind that she realized how much so. No drop dead and forget the night drunk, but … enough so that he might make some bad decisions if led that direction. So, let's lead him, Eliza thought to herself as she shot the car forward with unnecessary yet impressive acceleration. They were two blocks away in no time at all, with Eliza shooting the sports car through the nearly abandoned streets and lights -- green and red both -- as if they were the only vehicle on the road.

"I saw you on television the other day, I think," she said as she took a hard right, putting them into the access ramp to the freeway … the opposite direction of Broad Street. "Are you famous...? Or infamous?"

She listened to his response, spending too much time with her gaze on him and not on the road and yet still maneuvering the car perfectly … though, not necessarily keeping to one lane.

He was aware that they weren't heading for his home, so Eliza responded, "It's a beautiful night. Care for a drive?"

She didn't really care what his answer was, obviously. And if he attempted to deny her of what she wanted, Eliza would simply pass a Compliance spell on him, though, she couldn't help but wonder whether he would simply go along. After all, he was in a hot sports car zooming through the dark night, surrounded by the passing wind and beautiful lights … with a beautiful woman whose micro-mini skirt barely reached far enough down her legs to hide the red thong beneath it.

Eliza said as she shot the car up to nearly 100mph, rocketing down the freeway, passing a handful of late night travelers. She looked to Matt often for his reaction, giving him flirtatious smiles and sometimes laughing playfully. Less than two minutes later, she dramatically slowed the car, took the off ramp and the narrow road toward the lake, and finally headed them through the estate's gates, which opened automatically with a signal from the car.

Although the house came up quickly before them, Eliza didn't stop the car there. Instead, now down to just a couple of miles per hour, she swung it off the cobblestone driveway, onto the groomed lawn, and around the big house. She piloted it carefully through an opening in the sculpted arborvitae and past a beautiful orchard of mixed fruit trees. Again in open lawn, Eliza crept the care to the edge of the lake, finally turning the engine off.

The world around them was dark and silent as Eliza, saying simply, "Welcome to my home, Matt."

Leaving the headlights on to illuminated a path to the water's edge, she exited, stepped out of her heels, and walked ahead, looking back to the detective. When he joined her, she met his gaze … and her eyes went black.

"Tell me, Matt," she commanded with another spell working on him, "Tell me … what's keeping you from getting all you want in life."

Eliza knew she had a lot to offer a man … any man. And there weren't a lot of men out there who would deny her what she wanted to get what they themselves wanted. But, Eliza knew that was very often a short term situation; once most men got what they wanted from her -- a night in bed, a month long affair, some time in public to show off their conquest, whatever -- then the giving from them didn't typically reach the level of what she wanted from them.

She needed to know Matt's deepest needs and desires -- in his personal life but particularly in his professional life -- if she was going to get from him what she wanted, too.

"Tell me, Matt..." she continued, stepping a bit closer, into his personal space as she stared into his eyes with her own unnaturally dark orbs. "Tell me … what's keeping you from achieving all you can … and how can I help you?"

Matt was almost tempted to say something about how reckless she was driving, but he was too drunk to do anything about it. He decided to just play it cool and go along with things. The two kept looking and smiling at each other while she sped down the freeway. “Yeah you saw me on TV earlier.” Matt started, “I’m the lead detective for the police force and we just solved another big case.” He said to Eliza.

Matt noticed they weren’t heading towards his house and he was too drunk and also feeling like he was under some sort of spell from Eliza. He wanted to spend time with her and get to know her so he kept his mouth shut.

“Wow that’s a real nice house!” Matt said as they reached Eliza’s house. They drove around back and soon approached the moonlit lake. Matt was soon standing by the edge of the water with Eliza and she was asking him questions. “Well recently I’ve found myself distracted by this real piece of shit... Henry Reynolds.” He paused after mentioning the corrupt politician. “This guy is as corrupt as they get. He used to be a mobster and bought his way to mayor. He makes sure all the monsters that make him money are untouched. I have been wanting to bring him down for years now but he has so many people on his payroll he is untouchable.”

Henry Reynolds.

Eliza recognized the name, of course; her addiction to local news wouldn't have been a true one if she couldn't identify the Mayor. And if what Matt was saying about the man was true, Eliza had found her in.

"What if I told you I could help you with this man?" she asked with a serious tone. She turned to face Matt, giving him a second to decide whether or not she was being serious. She smiled as she continued, "I know people who know people … who know people even your street snitches don't know."

She began backing away from Matt … and unbuttoning her blouse. She removed and dropped it to the ground, exposing her unbridled, firm, C-cups. Her smile widened at Matt's response. She stepped out of her modest heels, unzipped her tiny skirt, and let it fall to the ground. The triangle of black fabric at the meeting of her thighs was tiny.

"We're not fucking tonight," she said with a wide smile. "I just wanted to get that out there … you know, so we can enjoy the rest of the night without all of that … what do they call it … sexual tension?"

She was still backing and very close to the lake's bank. She invited him to join her, turned, leaned forward, and skillfully dove outward. She disappeared into the barely 60 degree water with nary a splash.

Matt watched Eliza undress after telling him that she would be able to help him with Henry Reynolds. His manhood swelled up slightly at the sight of her nearly naked body. He needed to hear more about this so he too started to undress peeking off his blue dress shirt and white shirt he wore under that. His bare torso was muscular and his as were well defined. He had a scar bevath hus left nipple where he was shot two years back.

Then he unbuckled his pants, kicking his shoes off while he undid his belt and then his fly and dropped his pants and boxer briefs in one swift motion. Eliza laid eyes on the largest cock she had ever seen. His member barely started to get hard and it was just over seven inches of thick meat hanging between his legs. When he got erect it would become a thick long foot long monster cock.

When he stepped into the water he was shocked by how cold it was but he kept stepping deeper into the lake. Following Eliza as she mentioned them not having sex “Well it’s gonna be hard after seeing that sexy naked body.” He playfully winked at Eliza as he came within a couple feet of her. “Can you help me take down this guy?”

After Eliza surfaced, smoothed back her long, blonde hair, and turned to face him, Matt responded to her statement that sex this night was not an option,“Well it’s gonna be hard after seeing that sexy naked body.”

"I trust you'll resist," she said, moving closer to him. To stand on her feet would have exposed her breasts to him; instead, Eliza kept her knees bent a bit, letting him only see the upper roundness of them while depriving his eyes of a view of her nipples. She looked over his delicious torso, then looked into his eyes. "I trust you'll resist ... because they tell me you are an honest man."

He playfully winked at Eliza as he came within a couple feet of her. “Can you help me take down this guy?”

"Yes, absolutely," she said as the distance closed between them. Any closer, and Eliza knew that his cock would touch her belly, even considering the adverse affect the chill of the lake water would have on it. "I will need some information from you … from your office. The names of some of his Lieutenants in the Chambers neighborhood. If I am correct about this, and … I usually am … he rose up out of that neighborhood, yes?"

She gave Matt a moment to respond, then continued, "You get me the names … and I'll get you what you need to bring them down."

Matt's intoxication had prevented him from immediately feeling the horrific cold of the lake, but by now he was beginning to tremble deep down into his core. Eliza reached a hand out and pressed it flat to his chest, murmuring some words that he wouldn't recognize. A moment later, the trembling ceased.

"Better?" she asked simply, as if she'd put a Band-Aid on a child's owie. "I've been told I have a warm heart, but it's my hands that are the warmest of me."

She giggled, then said with a flirtatious tone, "Or … not."

Eliza turned suddenly and swam for the shore. She rose into the moonlight, the water cascading down her nearly naked body as she approached the luxury sports car. Snatching up her clothes but not using them to hide her womanly curves, she told Matt, "Robert will drive you home, Matt."

A big man in a suit and chauffeur's cap was suddenly there, opening the passenger side door of the car as he held out a pool towel. He said in a very gentleman's gentleman sort of way, "If you would prefer to dry before we leave, sir. And, would you like me to put the roof in place, to cut the wind for the drive?"

"Thanks, Bobby," Eliza said, standing on her toes to kiss the tall man on his cheek. Backing toward the house, she called, "It was wonderful meeting you, Matt. Perhaps next time we will have the opportunity to fuck."

In the moonlight, it would have been questionable about whether Matt noticed or not, but Eliza most definitely took a gander at the massive cock dangling from his crotch. She added before she ran off to the house, "Get me the names, Matt … and we'll get started on making your this town's hero amongst heroes."

Matt could tell Eliza was teasing him and he loved it. He kept trying to get a better glance at her naked body. The cold water was starting to make him shiver then she approached him just close enough so their bodies weren’t touching. When she touched him it warned him up instantly. He wondered how serious she was about helping him take this guy out. He was too drunk to think of more questions to ask.

He followed her out of the water caught off guard by the strange man that showed up. He quickly grabbed the towel and dried off before getting dressed again. “I’ll get you the names.” He said buttoning his shirt back up looking to catch her eyeing his manhood. “I would like that a lot.” He said back to her about them possibly fucking next time they saw each other.

After he got in the car he started dozing off from how drunk and tired he was. After he arrived home he thanked the driver and got out. Once inside he kicked his shoes off and collapsed on his couch and passed out.

The next morning Matt woke up slightly hung over but remembering the night very well. He went and brewed himself some coffee and started to get a folder together of Henry’s top men. He assembled a few documents on what he had on each of his lieutenants. There was Victor Trensky, a Russian monster that controlled most of the drug running in the state. Gregory Thompson, was his man inside the police force, he was captain of the homicide department and was very careful with his shady activities not to be caught. Helen Ramirez was the third one, she was the district attorney and if any of Henry’s men got caught she would see to it that their case got thrown out and they ended up back on the streets.

Matt got dressed in fresh clothes also, jeans and a light grey polo. He grabbed the folder and left the house. He was pretty drunk the previous night but remembered how to get to Eliza’s place. It took him longer to get there because he wasn’t doing 100mph down the freeway. It was around four in the afternoon when he pulled into the driveway. Before he left the car he debated taking his gun with him but ended up leaving it in his glovebox. He walked up to the front door and as he approached the house he heard loud music and the front door was open.

Once inside he saw a lot of people, mostly girls dressed very sexily in revealing dresses. While looking around he was approached by the man that drove him home the previous night and he led him up to Eliza’s room when he entered and saw her stepping out of a sexy dress and once again he saw her in just her panties. “Picking up right where we left off last night I see.” Matt said pushing the door closed behind him. “I have something for you.” He said walking up to her and holding the folder up in front of her.

Eliza's pool party guests had been arriving since as early as noon. Many of them had been hesitant to make the drive from The City to the country estate, let alone walk through the door. They all had their reasons of course, but they were all curious as well. Who was this women who'd come onto the criminal element scene from seemingly no where and was now accumulating friends from a variety or Families, Cartels, Organizations, and groups that used other such monikers.

But show up they did, all of them armed and many of them with escorts who often were even better armed. Each and every guest was met at the door personally by Eliza. She disarmed them both physically and emotionally with her womanly charm … and a Comfort spell. (Firearms of every type had been slowly piling up in a closet just inside the front doors.)

Each guest entered the home -- their escorts, too -- to find the interior and the back deck/pool area already sporting three dozen scantily clad women just waiting to serve. Many were high end escorts; some were erotic dancers from the most upscale of clubs; there were a couple of cheer leaders from the recently arrived NFL franchise; and there were even a couple of waitresses from the local Hooters. All were eager to put the arriving male guests at ease by causing some of their blood to rush from their suspicious big brains to their now twitching smaller brains.

After the last of the invited guests had arrived and she'd spent a few minutes entertaining each, Eliza headed upstairs to the master bedroom of her stolen mansion. After a moment, a knock at the door drew her attention to her butler.

"Mister Johnson is arriving, Mistress," Robert informed her with a very professional tone. "Pulling up the drive now. Shall I show him into the library?"

Of all the rooms in the former drug pin's home, it was the library with which Eliza had immediately fallen in love. It was large, even for such an estate, and was filled with classics, first editions, expensive art, and the most incredible divan upon which she was so eager to get fucked and sucked to any number of incredible orgasms.

With my special guest? she wondered. Eliza found Matt Johnson incredibly handsome, and at the lake the night before -- naked, with his big cock dangling before him in the moonlight -- he'd proven himself to worthy of consideration for making her writhe and scream upon her new couch. But her primary interest Matt was, of course, the information, influence, protection, and other assets his position as Police Commissioner could provide her.

And he would become the City's new PC; Eliza was see to it.

"See Mister Johnson up here, please, Robert," she told him. She stepped through the open French doors onto the balcony to look down on the enjoyment taking place below. She looked back to Robert, telling him, "But … take him the long way. Give him a chance to look around."

"Yes, Mistress," he responded.

After the butler departed, Eliza looked down upon her guests and their play things, more of whom would continue to arrive as the afternoon and evening progressed. Variety is the spice of life, she thought as she eyed the women, who came in every body style and color, every hair style and color.

Eliza looked over the men again. She'd already picked out half a dozen of them she thought would be of interest to Matt and now made note of where they were sitting, standing, or laying. She had restricted today's guest list to men, simply because of the entertainment she was providing. There were women about the City with whom Eliza would be dealing in the near future as well. But, today's little get-together was for those with a cock.

Speaking of cocks, she thought as she caught sight of Matt following behind her butler. They skirted the pool on one side and the four leaf clover shaped Jacuzzis -- each a different temperature to please one and all -- on the other side. Eliza waited until the pair of them disappeared beneath her heading for the second back entrance before returning to her closet to begin removing her clothes. She didn't hurry; she wanted Matt to arrive before she was entirely indecent.

Just as her dress was falling to gather about her four inch heels, leaving her in a strapless bra and thong, she heard him saying, “Picking up right where we left off last night I see.”

She smiled to him, reached to her back, and popped the bra free. As she searched through her closet full of brand new clothes, Eliza told him with a flirtatious smile, "Perhaps. Though, whether we get any closer to fucking is yet to be seen."

Matt pushed the door closed behind him and crossed toward the walk-in closet. By the time he got there, Eliza had slipped a black, floor length robe over her shoulders. She turned to face him as she tied it about her waist; her always pert, pink nipples were still very much on display through the sheet cloth.

“I have something for you,” he said walking up to her and holding the folder up in front of her.

"And I have something for you, too, Matthew," Eliza said taking the envelope. She observed his reaction to her using the longer version of his name. As she stepped into the closet, brushing a hand over his arm seductively, she explained, "You don't mind if I call you Matthew, do you? I like to have something that is totally my own when it comes to my very special friends … and I have noticed that everyone calls you Matt."

She continued slowly through her bedroom, stopping to don some jewelry about her wrists and neck. She glanced to an oversized mirror on the wall and was sure Matt's attention was on her ass, the firm cheeks only barely divided by the thong. She smiled again and turned to face him as she put in her earrings; they were long dangly things with important features of her magic, though, to the ignorant and uninitiated, they may have simply appeared to be a feather, tiny carved bird wing bones, and non-ferrous, non-precious stones.

"Some of my guests downstairs are leaders in their fields," Eliza told Matt as she moved closer to take his elbow in her hands. As they headed for the hall and stairs and down to the main floor, she clarified, "Drug dealers … pimps … non-specific smugglers, men who don't really care what you want moved. There is at least one contract killer … oh, and a serial rapist. Can you be considered a leader in your field for such a thing...? I mean, he hasn't been caught, so … I don't know, you tell me, Matthew."

Eliza glanced up to her guest's face, to register the incredible information she was giving him. She chuckled, saying only, "I know … incredible, isn't it?"

Robert stepped up to announce a late arrival they hadn't expected to show. To Matt she said, "Will you excuse me just a moment?"

Eliza went to the door, her heels clicking across the marble almost in time with the music flooding in from the speakers out on the deck for the guests' enjoyment. She greeted a man who -- along with his two man escort -- had been wearing a suspicious expression and looking on edge. But after just a short moment of listening to Eliza speak to him, all three pulled out their firearms and handed them to Robert, who had been standing dutifully near. As the butler took the weapons away, Eliza gestured a pair of scantily clad women over to take charge of her latest guest.

"You may have recognized him," Eliza said after she'd returned to take Matt's arm and continue them on toward the back deck. "Martin Carlson … I believe in your records he's known as Carlos Martinez, yes?"

Carlos was an infamous drug dealer who had escaped prosecution on any number of charges over the years, some of which had resulted from Matt's own hard work. In a tone that almost sounded as if she was telling him a secret, Eliza said, "By the way, Matthew … my home is a safe zone. I know that some of the men here today would love to kill you … and I want to reassure you that no such thing would ever happen here. You can trust me on that."

Eliza could promise that, of course, because the house was protected by a powerful spell. It had taken her nearly 100 hours of constant, uninterrupted chant and concentration to cast the magic. But, as this was to be the center of her operations, Eliza needed to know that she and her guests would be safe here.

For the next thirty minutes, Eliza slowly walked Matt around the home, deck, and grounds. Again and again, she pointed out men with various criminal backgrounds. Some Matt knew by face; others by name; still others not at all. Ironically, not a single man seemed to recognize or show concern for Matt, not even when Eliza introduced him as a detective and the next Police Commissioner.

"When they leave here today," she explained at one point, "they won't remember having ever been here … they won't remember having met you … they won't remember that they'd had an opportunity to end the life of one of their biggest and fastest growing threats to their individual operations … Matthew Johnson."

They arrived at a gazebo that overlooked the lake. With a simple hand gesture, the men and whores already there ambled away.

"I asked you here today, Matthew, to show you what I am capable of arranging," she began. A pair of servants arrived with a platter of expensive foods, a bottle of champagne in an iced bucket, and a pair of flutes. Eliza only eyed Matt while she waited for the glasses to be filled. When the servants departed, she continued, "I have the ability to … do things … things that will greatly assist you in achieving your goal of bringing law and order to your City … of bringing down the City's most corrupt officials … of making this a place where fathers and mothers can raise their children in peace … happy and secure."

Eliza stepped closer to him with the two filled flutes. She continued, "I can do this for you … and I will do this for you … using what I can do … and the information you brought me today."

She offered him one of the flutes. "I only ask two things of you, Matthew. One … you never speak of me to anyone, unless I give you permission to do so. Two, you protect me. When I need your professional services … you provide them … without question."

Eliza studied Matt's reaction to that last one, but before he could respond she cut in, "Oh! And three. There's a third that I forgot."

She stepped closer to him, reaching a hand up and gently pressing it against his muscular chest. As she let it caress upwards to contact the flesh of his collar bone and neck, Eliza told him with a soft tone, "Three … no matter when … no matter where … no matter what you are doing at the time or who you might be with … if I come to you … asking you to make love to me … you'll make love to me."

Her eyes went black, and -- through the hand contacting him -- Eliza filled Matt's brain with a memory of an event he hadn't experienced yet: the euphoria of cumming deep inside Eliza. It only took a fraction of a moment for Matt to live the hours long sexual experience, and when Eliza pulled her hand back, he appeared to be lost in the afterglow of a deeply satisfying, deeply meaningful sexual experience.

When his eyes refocused on her, the witch smiled and lifted her flute before her. She asked do we have an understanding?"

Matt wanted so badly to fuck Eliza on her bed but it appeared she had other things in mind. Matt followed her around her house and property listening to her. All these criminals she got to her house were all people Matt either previously locked away or attempted too. He felt tense at first but after he was introduced to a couple of them and they didn’t seem to notice him he began to relax.

The two ended up in the gazebo and she continued talking about their partnership. It seemed shady when she requested he kept her out of trouble but it seemed worth it if she was able to help him take out these criminals. Then she touched his flesh and gave her third request. Her words played over and over in his head while his mind played the image of him and Eliza having passionate intense sex and him filling her cunt with his cum.

Matt’s manhood swelled up in his pants from this image. Eliza pulled away and asked if they had a deal. Matt stayed silent briefly but being able to take these criminals out and getting to fuck Eliza was too good to pass up due to his morals. He placed a hand on her lower back and pulled her up against him. His hand slipping down into her pert ass and gave it a squeeze. “We have a deal.” He said and raised his glass up to hers and after they clinked he drank the champagne.

“So Eliza. What’s the plan? What can I do to help you?”

Eliza pressed her belly into the taller man’s groin as he pulled her tight to him, feeling his semi-rigid shaft against her. She would have loved to fuck him right here, right now, just as he did her. But Eliza had longer range plans that required them to remain flirtatious business associates for the time being.

“Eliza. What’s the plan? What can I do to help you?”

Intertwining the fingers of one hand with his, Eliza backed away to lead Matt back to the house, telling him, "Let me introduce you to someone, Matthew."

Back near the pool, they came upon a rather handsome Chinese man sitting in a shady little alcove surrounded by four sexy, scantily dressed women who were enthralled with his tales of pre- and post-Communist Hong Kong. (They were being paid to be charmed by the guests, of course, but it wasn't like Eliza was going to point that out to the man.)

“Ladies, can you excuse us for a moment,” she said politely as she and her detective guest arrived. She gestured to her butler, who headed her way. Speaking to the guest but meaning for the girls to hear as well, Eliza told him, "Robert will take your friends upstairs to a room, where they can await your arrival."

The guest seemed to be fine with that; the girls feigned being so as well, as -- one by one -- they expressed some form of eagerness for him to join them, then fell in behind Robert. Eliza motioned Matt to a chair at the guest's table, then sat between the men.

"Matthew, I'd like to introduce you to Lee Chang," Eliza began. She could tell by the expression on the detective's face that he was already familiar with one of the City's most prolific pimps. "Lee, this is Matthew Johnson … a good friend of mine."

Lee showed no sign of recognizing Matt's name. Eliza chuckled lightly, reached out to lay a hand on Lee's in a familiar way, the encouraged him, "So, Lee … tell my friend that story you were telling me earlier."

Without hesitation, Lee leaped into this tale of how some big fat white guy with only one ear lobe had come into one of his brothels for some fun. Lee spent nearly three minutes on humorous but irrelevant chat about this guy's sexual predilections and strange behavior and reactions to what the whores were doing to him and to one another at his behest.

"Tell us about that thing he said," Eliza finally cut in, wishing she had used a second spell to get him quickly to the point. She continued, "You know … about that woman … the one with the car."

"Oh sure, the one that was all bloody, right?"

Lee continued on, talking about how Mister One Ear was an automotive detailer, one who sometimes worked with the City's less desirables. "They bring in these cars all shitty with blood or shot out windows … bullet holes in the sides. I tell'em to go buy themselves another fucking car, but, you know these guys sometimes--"

"The woman," Eliza cut in again, two seconds from casting two spells on him, one that would get him to finish and one that would keep his dick soft for a month, regardless of how many whores were sucking on it. "Tell us about the woman."

"Oh...! You mean Helen!" he said. "Sure, Helen. One of her guys brought in her Mercedes couple of days ago … cum and booze and crack powder all over the seat and dash … condoms in the ash tray. Jesus! Get a fucking room. Hell, this day and age, I didn't even know they put ash trays in--"

"Helen who?" Eliza cut in.

She diverted her gaze to Matt for his reaction when Lee answered, "Ramirez. That lawyer chick … one with the big tits who's always on television. I think she's the DA, isn't she?"

Still looking at Matt, Eliza clarified, "Yes, Lee … she's a DA … a married DA … who's husband, I think, is in Europe on a trade mission for the State's Agriculture Department. Wonder who she was having all that fun with in the back seat of her Mercedes?"

Lee started rambling on again about stuff that was of no interest to Eliza. She was studying Matt, wondering what was going through his head. She finally looked back to the pimp and interrupted again, "You told me something else interesting about the car, Lee. Tell me again."

"What...?" he asked with sincere ignorance.

"About who came in to pick up the car."

Lee contemplated a moment, then said with excited recollection, "Oh yeah. Billy Daniels. I think he works on the docks or something."

Eliza looked back to Matt again, and while still looking at the detective -- whose mind was obviously spinning -- she told Lee, "The girls are waiting for you upstairs. You better get up there before they get too involved with one another to let you play."

Lee practically leapt from his seat, thanking Eliza for the invite, grabbing a bottle of champagne on the way to the house.

"So … is that of any value to you, Matthew?"

(OOC: Sending you a PM which will help you with this last question.)

Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. After the rambling of Lee Chang he began talking about Helen’s car and the man who came to pick it up. This could be the missing piece he needed to take down the corrupt Helen. After Lee left Matt turned to Eliza and was silent for a moment before speaking. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for a lead like this! I’m sorry but I need to go and get to work on this.” He said standing up

Eliza led him to the library where she gave him a cell phone that was only to be used to contact her. Of course he was suspicious of this woman that he met out of the blue and could arrange parties like this with all these criminals. Also, why didn’t any of them recognize me? Matt thought to himself. Then there was the image that filled his mind when they touched that felt so real. This all lost his priority when the lead about Helen was introduced.

“Thank you!” He said placing his hand on her lower back again and pulling her against him for a hug. Matt kissed her cheek and flashed her a grin before releasing her from his arms. Matt then left the house and got into his car and sped off.

So much was floating around his mind but he needed to focus on the case. After going months without anything to go on for Helen this was huge. With all the corrupt cops in the force he wasn’t sure who he could trust. He wasn’t even sure if he could trust Eliza, if this lead pans out that would definitely change his mind on that topic.

There was only one person he could really trust to keep all this information secret and to help him with this lead, Kasey. Kasey is one of Matt’s few trusted CIs, the one he has the most history with too. A few years back this skilled thief broke into Matt’s house and he caught her in the act. After chasing her through the house he captured her and was going to turn her in. This beautiful woman worked her charm though and gave Matt some of the best sex he ever had in his life. She became addicted to his cock in the process and they struck up a deal. He wouldn’t turn her in, in fact he would also protect her the best he could and she would provide valuable intel she picks up on the streets, also there was a lot of sex between the two of them.

Matt was speeding down the freeway, but he wasn’t going home or to the station, he was heading to Kasey’s house. Recently he had their meets be somewhere somewhat public. As much as he hated it Matt tried cutting the sex out of their partnership due to him not wanting word that he was fucking his CI to get out and ruin his career.

As he stood in front of her door in the dark night he knew that might change tonight. One because she loved having sex with him and he did her, and two he was quite horny from Eliza still. He knocked on the door with their secret knock. Knock, knock, knock....knock....knock, knock.

Kasey pulled up the front of her blouse, not enough to reveal her pert, pinkish-brown nipples but certainly enough to show off the cleavage caused by the inner roundness of her firm, C-cups. She said to her apartment manager, "Are you sure we couldn't work something out?"

The man paused to ogle the beautiful orbs, then looked back toward the building's rear entrance to ensure he wife hadn't come out to stand witness to the eviction. He gave Kasey's bosom one last look, dropped the box of removed things, and told her once again, "You're past the 72 hours notice. You're evicted. And I have no interest in fucking you."

"How about a blow job then?" she asked with desperation as he headed back inside. One of the Undocumented Workers helping toss her into the street -- the back alley actually -- caught the question and said something crude to another one of the Illegals. Kasey told him, "If you'll take my stuff back in and beat the shit out of that guy..."

She licked her lips, but the pair only laughed and continued working. For a moment, Kasey contemplated calling INS -- or was it called ICE now? -- to get the manager caught up in an illegal hiring charge. But she knew it would only help the Undocumenteds more than her asshole manager, so she passed. In fact, as they headed back inside again, she told them to take the beer and wine in the fridge to their own car.

"I shouldn't have alcohol around me at a time like this," she said, mostly to herself as she headed back inside, using the building and her apartment's back doors. Suddenly, hearing a familiar knocking at the front door, Kasey got excited. She ran to the door, threw it open, and as she leaped out to wrap her arms around his head and her legs around his waist, Kasey called out with excitement, "Night Stick!"

She'd been calling him that since that first night they'd fucked. Fucked; not made love. She still couldn't believe that had happened between them. First, she'd broken into the home of a cop. How the fuck did that happen. She'd been pretty certain he wasn't going to shot her, so she'd taken off trying to get out. But the doors all had those keyed dead bolts, and short of breaking out a window, there simply was no escape.

After that, the chase had slowly mutated from one of horrific fear to hilarious adventure. Kasey hadn't laughed so hard in her life as they played catch me if you can around the kitchen island, the circle created by dining room, and living room entrances to the hallway, and around the dining room table and then later the couch.

It was in the living room that Kasey began making lewd suggestions of what she would do for him if he let her go. He didn't flat out say no, so … what the hell, her top came off … then her shoes … then her shorts.

"You wanna see more," she'd taunted him, "you have to reciprocate."

He had, and soon enough, they were both naked and Matt had Kasey bent over the back of the couch as he pummeled her with that fucking foot long night stick of his. She wasn't even sure how long they'd fucked or how many times or in how many places and positions; it had all become a blur or ecstasy, with Kasey cumming at least a half dozen times and driving Matt to what he said was a new record of orgasms for himself as well.

She kissed him profusely upon the lips and cheek, but after a bit Kasey could see there was something more on his mind than her warm, wet, welcoming pussy. She released her leg hold and dropped to the ground. She followed his gaze to the men emptying her place, telling him, "Oh, ignore that. I'm just getting evicted."

She grasped his hand and tried to drag him inside, saying, "They haven't tossed the bed out yet. Wanna fuck? I'm sure they'd like the show."

Matt grinned when Kasey called him nightstick referring to his long thick cock that she loved so much. When she jumped on him he wrapped his arms around her his hands ending up in her big round ass that he squeezed firmly while returning her kiss. Their tongues danced together while they briefly made out. As they were kissing Matt knew that he wasn’t going to be able to resist Kasey anymore.

When the kiss was over Matt looked around at her empty apartment and the men taking stuff out. “Kasey I told you to call me if you ever needed help with anything!” Matt said in a caring tone feeling bad for Kasey. He was now bumped into by the men carrying things out a second time now and was starting to become annoyed with them.

“Going through nightstick withdrawals?” Matt replied to Kasey’s playfully comment about them fucking right now. His hand pulled her against him so he could feel her tits against his chest and she could feel his manhood against her body. “As much as I want to take you up on that offer I wouldn’t want to give these creeps the chance to see you naked.” Then he was bumped again by on of the workers almost like they did it on purpose.

Matt released his arms from around Kasey and approached the guy who was in charge. “Hey asshole! Why don’t you and your scumbag workers take a thirty minute break or we are going to have a problem!” As he talked he made sure to flash his gun that he had tucked in his waistband under his shirt. Matt cared for Kasey so seeing her being kicked out like this upset him and he was especially angry at the men taking her stuff out.

Once the manager cowardly removed him and the two workers from the apartment Matt closed the door behind them and went back over to Kasey. He reached out and brushed her hair from her face and ran it behind her ear. “Why don’t you come stay at my place Kasey?” Matt suggested with a smile. “I’ve got the space and I need your help with a case also. You’re the only one I completely trust with this.” His hand was now on her neck and he pulled her in for another deep kiss. Once the kiss broke he gazed into her beautiful eyes and waited her answer. “You can stay in my room with me. I know how much you like my silk sheets.” He added with a grin

“Kasey I told you to call me if you ever needed help with anything!” Matt said.

"I don't need help," she said, pulling him into the apartment. She looked around at the nearly empty space with its scattered mayhem and sarcastically continued, "What makes you think I need help? Besides, you're not responsible for me. You're not my daddy, and you're not my boyfriend..."

As the workers and manager made their way around the place, continuing to work while giving the pair sharp glances, Kasey laid out their real relationship for him, adding while she grabbed at his crotch, "...You're just the guy that gives it to me good sometimes."

She laughed loudly at him, continuing to urge him deeper into the apartment, toward her former bedroom and her still present bed. What Kasey had said about their relationship was true; they sometimes fucked and there was no more between them that. They simply weren't meant to be together. Kasey was a minor league thief, con artist, and -- when absolutely necessary -- opportunist prostitute whose rap sheet covered half her 24 years of age; Matt was a decorated hero cop who was going to one day eliminate crime in the city … and was way too old to be her lover, let alone her boyfriend or -- god forbid -- husband.

“Going through nightstick withdrawals?” Matt replied to Kasey’s playfully comment about them fucking right now.

"Always!" she told him, tugging him onward.

Matt and the three men clearing her place out had a bit of a row about what the latter three were doing. Reluctantly, the manager sent the other two out for a short break, then exited the back of the apartment himself.

They finally reached her bedroom, and Matt had offered Kasey a place to stay for a while. She made sure he would be paying her to help him, her regular CI fee, adding with a playful smile even as she was removing her gym shorts, "I don't want it to look like I'm sleeping with you for cash. I'm no whore, ya know."

She laughed loudly at the irony. Kasey had had a rough life, spending most of her life in the System. She'd begun supporting herself via theft and confidence work early, and while she'd gained a lot here and there by parting her thighs or opening her mouth, she'd never considered herself a prostitute because she almost never took cash for her services. A weekend away at a nice B&B here, getting her a warm, dry bed when she'd lost her place; maybe settling the bill on an expensive car repair there.

Matt, of course, had been the largest financial contributor to Kasey's survival over the years, of course. First, he'd kept her from going to jail on a number of occasions; second, he'd bought her a meal -- and let her take the doggy bag -- nearly every time they got together on the assumption that she hadn't eaten that day, which often was true.

Sometimes when he'd stayed over at her place -- back when they were fucking one another as much as they were working together -- Kasey had accidentally left the past due notices for her electric, gas, or car insurance sitting out on the kitchen counter next to ceramic jar in which she kept his favorite Ethiopian espresso beans … which, of course, Kasey had shoplifted because it was so fucking expensive; and miraculously, the next day an email would pop up on her cell telling her that the balance was paid.

They rarely talked about such things; she was proud, and he was … well, so fucking adorable and kind. When she would give him information, he would hand her a wad of cash and ask, "Is that enough?"

Despite always wanting and needing more, Kasey's answer was always the same: "Plenty … and thanks, Night Stick."

With her thong pushed down past her ankles, Kasey now leaped up onto the bed; when he got close enough, she quickly worked his belt, button, and zipper to let his big cock escape. It was already stiffened a great deal, but as she hungrily took it into her mouth and then licked up and down the more sensitive underside of its shaft, his night stick hardened fully.

"I've missed you," Kasey said playfully while looking directly at Matt's bulbous, purple head. She asked with humor in her voice, "Did you miss me, boy … did you, did you?"

Kasey backed away, smiling up at Matt and laughing. As she rolled to take her favorite doggy position, she parted her knees and arched her back to fully display her pink folds as she said with confidence, "Yeah … I think you missed me."



As she lay there on the mattress with Matt atop her, each of them still breathing deeply in the aftermath of their much needed orgasms, Kasey wished they could have more time. Her cries of ecstasy and his grunt of release had attracted the manager to the back window, which was without draperies now that the curtains were outside in a box. Kasey had seen him peeking in and, once again, lifted the front of her shirt to flash the marvelous tits he'd of which he'd passed.

You fucking passed, asshole … see what you're missing? she wanted to holler through the window as Matt pounded her from the backside. Too late now, fucker. The man was likely standing out on the porch with his helpers, fuming, waiting for the lovers to make it clear they were done.

"Who am I looking at?" Kasey asked, finally breaking the magic of the post-coital moment. She urged Matt off her, rolled to kiss him passionately, then rolled out of the bed to head for the bathroom. As she used toilet paper to clean up the mess between her legs, she responded to his answer, "I can look into that. I made a new friend down at Leroy's … a pusher. He got himself a new supplier few weeks back … good shit, so, he's been dealing to some better clientele. I heard some names dropped I would never have expected Tommy to even be able to pronounce, let alone sell to."

Inviting Matt to the bathroom with a wave, she cleaned off his cock as well. As they dressed, she asked with a feigned sense of hesitation, "Listen, I was wondering. I gotta get all my shit into a storage unit … rental truck, maybe a couple of guys to help. Hell, maybe the two guys who cleared me out will load it up."

She laughed, told him how much it would likely cost, and asked if she could get her informant money up front.

When Kasey pulled Matt into her room he knew what was going to happen. Once she pulled her shorts and thong down and he laid eyes on her pretty bald pussy Matt knew that the flame between them was re-lit. She quickly freed his stiffening cock and began sucking it which had him fully erect in seconds. When she was done his foot long cock was covered in her saliva.

“Yes I fucking missed you baby!” Matt said when she got into doggy position. He bent over and pressed his face against her ass to get a few licks of her wet pussy. Then he got behind her and guided his cock inside of her. He watched his entire long thick length disappear into her warm welcoming pussy. “I missed this tight pussy too!” He groaned out when he started to fuck her.

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While the two were fucking all of Matt’s worries about the case disappeared and his only focus was making Kasey cum as much as possible. When her second orgasm hit and her cunt clenched down around his cock it sent Matt over the edge and he erupted inside of her, flooding her pussy with a very big load of cum.

After she licked and sucked his monster dick clean of her juices and his cum he got redressed as did Kasey. She discussed being able to help him with his case and then brought up needing to pay to put her stuff into storage. Matt was never annoyed with having to help Kasey out financially he liked taking care of her and making sure she was okay.

Matt smiled and grabbed Kasey’s wrist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Once the kiss broke he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet taking out a couple hundred dollars. “That’s for you. Now I’ll go see if I can persuade these guys to move all your stuff into storage.” He knew it wasn’t going to be a problem. He took his gun off the nightstand where it ended up when Kasey took off his pants, and put it back in his waistband so it was clearly showing now.

“Meet me out at the car when you’re ready.” Matt then turned to leave the apartment. Out in the alleyway he found the three men that were moving Kasey’s stuff out. He approached the one who was in charge again. “I need you and your friends to move all of my friends stuff into storage. This should cover it.” He said placing $200 into the man’s hand. While he did that he simultaneously reached around and pulled the mans wallet from his pocket.

Removing the man’s drivers license from the leather wallet he tossed the wallet back to the guy. “That’s not gonna be a problem is it Carl Brinson?” He read the name off the license. “You run off with my money or any of Kasey’s stuff we’re gonna have a problem.” He tapped the address on the license letting the man know he knew where to find him then handed it back to Carl.

Matt then gave Carl one of his Alias’ to use when renting the unit and also one of the emails he using when doing off the record investigating. “Use that when renting the unit.” Matt then went to his car and waited for Kasey. Once she joined him in the car he drove off and assured her that her things were going to be taken care of.

On the drive back to his house Matt decided to fill Kasey in on the events that happened the previous day and how he came across this new lead he needed her help with. The whole drive he also had his hand on her inner thigh and occasionally rubbed her pussy letting her know he was still craving her. “Our first step is finding Billy Daniels and finding out what his connection is to Helen.”

Once they arrived at his place and got inside Matt typed in the code to his alarm system and then tossed his keys and wallet onto the table by the stairs leading to the second floor. “Care for a drink?” Matt asked walking down the hallway that led to his kitchen and dining room which also contained a bar he built. He grabbed two glasses off the shelf and poured himself half a glass of whiskey and did the same for Kasey sliding it across the bar to her.

As they headed away from her former residence, Matt told Kasey, “Our first step is finding Billy Daniels and finding out what his connection is to Helen.”

"This woman scares me," Kasey said with a sincere tone of concern. They chatted as they continued through the city about how someone achieved and maintained the post of District Attorney -- an elected position -- when so many high profile defendants had escaped justice. "I mean, sure, she puts a lot of guys in jail, but c'mon, they're all little shits doing stuff like I do. What about the big fishes?"

Of course, that was exactly why Matt was trying so hard to get Helen Ramirez. Kasey understood that. She also feared for Matt sometimes; people like Helen wouldn't hesitate to kill a cop who got in their way. That was the reason Kasey reminded herself all the time -- sincerely or not -- that Matt was just a big dick on which she occasionally took a ride, and not someone with whom she should fall in love. It was how she protected herself … pretending she didn't love him.

Back at his place, Matt made them both drinks and chatted on a bit about this new woman he'd met, Eliza … something or other. Even Matt had to admit he hadn't gotten a last name for her, though eventually they would discover that she went by the surname of Green.

"I don't get it, you mean, you showed up at her house and, like, the place was packed with criminals...?" she asked as she wandered back toward his bedroom to drop a bag. "And from different gangs...? Northside, Southside … two from out on the Lake...? How does someone like that just show up in town, assemble a who's who like she's the Joker or one of those other movie villains … and you have no idea of who they are? I just don't get it."

When Kasey reemerged from Matt's bedroom, she went quiet and waited for him to look her way. She struck a pose and asked, "Mind if I take a bath … and … mind if you bring the night stick...? I hear tales of creatures crawling up through the shower drains, and … I might need something big and bad to beat them back with."



An hour later, they were once again holding each other in bed; Kasey's finger tips lightly caressed Matt's flesh while one of her calves slowly moved up and down in his groin, applying just enough pressure to keep his cock semi-erect. She thanked him again for giving her a place to stay while she figured out something more permanent.

After a long moment of silence, she rolled atop of Matt, grasped his shaft, and worked to get all of his length inside her. He hit bottom, which was a sensation she'd only ever felt with him. After just sitting there for the longest time, she told him, "I love fucking you, Night Stick, but … you know I'll never be your girlfriend … right?"

They chatted a bit about her fear for him going after Ramirez; he didn't mention Thompson and Trensky by name, let alone Reynolds, but Kasey had worked with him long enough to know that those obviously corrupt people had to be in his sights as well.

"I won't fall in love with a man who's just gonna get dead," she told him softly, beginning to slowly grind against him. "But … I'll be in lust with you … if that's alright."

She gave out a deep, guttural groan as the end of his cock found that place. Raising her face toward the heavens and intertwining her fingers with his, Kasey leaned back away from Matt, causing him to press against a most sensitive place inside her. She spent the next twenty minutes reveling in the deeply satisfying pleasure, much of that time going in and out of orgasm, before she finally collapsed atop him, spent.

"Put me on my belly," she whispered to him after she was finally able to form words. "Finish yourself … then … just hold me, Matt."



Kasey awoke the next morning to find herself alone in Matt's home. She found a note reminding her of the day ahead, as well as a couple of hundred dollar bills … which the note clearly stated was for her work out of his bed. She showered, dressed in casual but sexy clothes like she so often did, and made her way downtown to get to work.

Matt casually sipped his drink as they talked about Helen and Eliza. “Yeah it was bizarre. It was like they didn’t even recognize me!” He called out to Kasey while she was in the bedroom. “I’m not even sure if I can trust her. That’s why I came to you. You’re the only one I can trust right now Kasey.” He added.

After the silence he turned to see Kasey standing there in her bra and panties. The sight of that and the way she talked to him got him so turned on. He down the remainder of his whiskey feeling the burn of the alcohol in his throat. Matt set the glass down with a ‘clink’ and came up behind Kasey. He started to kiss her neck and caress her perfect breasts while grinding his groin against her ass.

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Matt continued this while they walked into the bathroom and he started to run the bath. While they waited for the tub to fill up Matt undressed then peeled the remaining clothes off of Kasey, her panties with his teeth. While still on his knees he kissed his way up her inner thigh and began to eat her out. By the time the tub was full he had eaten her out to an orgasm.

Once in the tub they spent about twenty minutes making out passionately and caressing each other’s bodies. He fingered her to another orgasm in that time. Then he bent her over the edge of the tub and filled her pussy with his ‘nightstick’ and fucked her to two more orgasms. Her pussy was once again filled with his cum and the last ten minutes of the bath were spent with him holding her in his arms kissing her softly.

After they dried off and ended up back in his room they were laying on his king sized bed, black silk sheets covering the mattress. She mounted his cock after a few minutes and rode him slowly telling him she couldn’t be his girlfriend. He wanted that so badly though feeling such a connection when he was with her.

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“I know Kasey, you know I can protect myself though. This city tried killing me before remember?” He moved one of her hands to the scar from where he was shot a couple years ago. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured her as he ran his hands down to her ass and squeezed helping her up and down his towering dick. He sat up and kissed her deeply and then sucked on one of her breasts and nipple.

Matt did as she said on moved her onto her belly. He got on top of her and entered her heavenly pussy again.

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After another fifteen minutes of passionate fucking between the two Matt flooded her pussy with yet another big load of his warm cum.

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Matt collapsed onto the bed next to Kasey and the two spooned and quickly fell asleep. Matt awoke the next morning before Kasey and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping out of bed. He got dressed in his usual work clothes, black dress pants, light blue button up shirt. He was heading to the precinct to try and dig up any info on Eliza and Billy. He left some money for Kasey and a note reminding her about the case she was helping him on. They were going to meet downtown around one for lunch and to share any information gathered.

Eliza's pool party had been a rousing success. It had taken a lot out of her -- days of concentrating her energies to protecting the property and, in the end, herself -- but it had been incredibly worth it.

She'd made a number of contacts and friends, although once they left the property they wouldn't remember her unless she wanted them to do so. She'd learned much, as well; not realizing they were doing it, many of the men had told her things that even others in their own organizations didn't know about them.

And the guns! And incredible haul of handguns, machine pistols, mini-assault rifles, sawed off shotguns, and more. Her guests had all arrived armed to one degree or another, but they'd all left without even contemplating the return of their weapons. Oh, Eliza had no need for firearms, of course. But after a gloved Robert laid them neatly atop the 22 seat table in the master dining room, Eliza hovered her hands over them to learn their histories.

And histories many of them had had. Most halfway intelligent criminals knew to discard a weapon that could be matched with a serious crime, particularly to a body, of course. And yet, Eliza found 12 weapons with bloody pasts. She smiled when she finished, thinking, Matthew will be happy to see some of these.

Oh, she wouldn't give them all over right away; she'd parcel them out occasionally, letting him further one or two investigations at a time, keeping his name in the Press and his reputation on a fast track to the Commissioner's office.

Eliza backtracked down the table to one weapon of interest. She picked it up barehanded after causing her prints to simply vanish from the ends of her finger tips. She drew a deep breath of excitement, sensing the mayhem this particular weapon had caused during its short three years on the streets.

"This one," she told Robert. She handed it to him, asking, "Is the meeting set with our friend, Reo?"

"Yes, Mistress," Robert answered. He wrapped the Israeli-made Uzi in a beach towel he himself had inconspicuously removed from the upstairs bedroom in which Reo Kahn -- one of the country's most notorious human traffickers -- had been partaking of a pair of Eliza's well paid escorts. His DNA -- sweat, saliva, semen -- polluted the towel heavily. "He has invited us to the shore. Shall I drive you?"

"No, Robert, I'll take the Black Widow," she said about the Italia Spyder. She smiled, then giggled at Robert's expression. She could have, drive, or ride in just about any car on the planet, and yet -- rather than ride in the back of a more secure vehicle -- she insisted in driving around in that dangerous convertible with no air bags. She told him simply, "Yes, yes, I know … but, I love that car."



An hour later, Eliza pulled the hot sports car into the parking lot at the North Shore Park. Despite being a lovely park with a boat dock, playground, and Ultimate Frisbee field, it was rarely visited these days by those seeking recreation.

The North 48 -- a violent gang that had originated out of Argentina, of all places -- ran the neighborhood surrounding the area. They had been engaged for several years in a feud with two rivals: a Mexican gang, the Malditos Salvajes (or Bloody Savages), with cartel origins and connections was trying to take the local drug and gun running business from the North 48, named for the street on which they'd begun their rise; while a Russian gang -- simply called the Russians, which had ties to Mayor Reynolds, was trying to conquer the prostitution, protection, and money laundering business associated, in part, to high end car, jewelry, and art theft.

Eliza stepped out of the Italia Spyder in the midst of a dozen men who made no secret of the weapons they were packing. They'd been told to expect her, but that didn't keep them from surrounding her and her car and looking it over closely for anything that might be a threat to them.

"Would you mind putting this in my friend Reo's car, dear?" she asked the man who stepped directly up in front of her. He looked down at the rolled up beach towel, then back into her eyes as they widened to deep black as she whispered a few magical words. He took the weapon and cloth and headed away as Eliza retrieved a small satchel and asked, "Now, which one of you strong, handsome men is going to show me to Reo?"

Escorted fore and aft by gunmen, Eliza made the short walk to the cracked sidewalk that paralleled the lake's shore. Reo had taken note of her arrival and came up from near the water's edge to greet her. They shook hands and exchanged greetings like old friends, despite having only met the day before at the party, a get-together he didn't recall with many specifics.

"I see you have brought my goods," Eliza said, looking out to the four young, naked women standing in about a foot of the lake's cold water. She looked to the photographer taking shots of them, asking, "You'll have the website images up by tomorrow, yes?"

"Yes," Reo said. He looked to the satchel in Eliza's arms, which she handed out to him. He unzipped it and shuffled about the bundles, pleasantly smiling; to his spell-affected brain, they appeared to be packs of hundred dollar bills while in reality they were ones. "Forty per girl ... a hundred and sixty grand total."

"Hundred and fifty thousand," Eliza corrected. "You said I'd get a discount if I took them all four off your hands at once. Tell me about them."

"Russian, Dutch, two Germans," he said of their origins. "All legal age, but hell, you can pass them off as underage if you--"

"I won't be," Eliza cut in, disgusted by the thought. It was bad enough that she was purchasing human beings in the first place, let alone young woman in or barely out of their teens who undoubtedly had never imagined they were coming to America to make $50 buck a day sucking cock. "Get them out of the water and into their clothes, Reo."

He began to argue that he'd paid the photographer for a full afternoon's shoot, but Eliza's insistence overwhelmed that thought. As they all returned to the parking lot, Robert was just pulling up with one of Rodrigo Riaz's bullet proof Lincoln Navigators. He exited and helped the still-shivering women into the warm interior.

"You made the call?" Eliza asked Robert quietly. When he nodded, she turned back to Reo, thanked him, then stared into his eyes as her pupils went dark. She said quietly to him, "Remain here until my friend Matthew arrives."

"I will remain here until your friend Matthew arrives," Reo said with a smile.

As Robert drove away with the girls who'd escaped sexual servitude and would serve her in some other capacity, Eliza got into the Spyder and zoomed away as well. Behind her, the gang bangers just stood around, their leader telling them they'd be sticking around despite having no reason to do so.



Ten minutes earlier:

"Twelfth Precinct," the Desk Sergeant answered the phone absentmindedly as he handed out radios and assignments to a row of beat cops just coming on shift. "What can I do for you?"

"You can pass a message onto Detective Matthew Johnson, please," a male voice.

The Desk Sergeant grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and said without a lot of enthusiasm, "Yeah, sure … what's the message?"

"Reo Kahn will be available for arrest at North Shore Park at 3pm sharp," the voice -- Robert -- continued with a polite tone.

"Yeah, sure," the Sergeant went on, not immediately recognizing the name Reo Kahn. Still distributing the tools of the job to the officers in uniform, he asked, "And what, pray tell, are we supposed to be arresting him for?"

"The Kendall Street Massacre," Robert told the man, "…and, in the trunk of his car, you will find one of the murder weapons."

Although Robert couldn't see it, the cop's eye's had suddenly widened and he'd stopped his work. The Massacre -- which had happened almost three years ago -- was one of the City's most notorious mass killings, not because of the number killed or injured -- 9 and 19 respectively -- but because the victims had all been former gang-bangers who had left the life, joined a choir, and had been putting on a concert in the park that night; and despite more than 600 people in attendance, no witnesses had come forward and no arrests had been made.

"And would you be to kind as to let Detective Johnson know that this tip comes from his friend on the lake?" Robert continued. Before he disconnected, he very politely said, "Thank you, my good man."

Matt was sitting at his desk sipping a cup of coffee while he tried finding any information he could on the mysterious Eliza he met the other day. It was like she was a ghost because he couldn’t find anything on the beautiful woman. Billy Daniels on the other hand had a rap sheet as long as they could get. No address but a few frequent hang out spots mentioned on his file. Matt hoped Kasey was staying safe while investigating him. He was about to start searching for any new intel on Helen when there was a knock at his door.

A rookie officer entered talking about some tip that was just phoned in. Reo Kahn, Kendall street massacre, friend at the lake. Matt wasted no time in rallying the troops and getting his squad over to the North Shore Park. He drove his own car there and while en route called Kasey. He got her voice mail, “Hey babe, look I know we had plans to meet for lunch but something huge came up at work. Meet back at my place tonight, I’ll pick up food on the way home. Be safe.” He hung up and grabbed the wheel with both hands now. His pedal touching the floor as he flew down the freeway to North Shore.

When the squad pulled up there in the middle of the parking lot was Reo Kahn and his gang bangers. Seeing the weapons they were holding all the cops got out behind their cars a drew their pistols. The gang bangers and cops yelling at each other but no shots were fired. Reo eventually had his men lower their weapons and the cops moved in putting them all in handcuffs. Matt took Reo for himself and cuffed him rather roughly. “Reo Kahn you are under arrest for the murders that took place on March, 12th 2015.” He finished reading him his rights and put him in a squad car.

Matt was on the phone with the commissioner when one of the CSI techs shouted out “I found something!” He held the uzi wrapped in the towel containing all the DNA. “Get that to the lab and run it for prints and DNA.” Matt commanded then raised the phone back up to his ear. “Yes sir we found an uzi wrapped in a towel in his car. We’ll have results in a few hours but looks like we got him. Thank you sir.” Matt then hung up and went to his car to be in private.

After glancing around he pulled his other phone that Eliza gave him from his glove box and wrote out a text. “Just arrested Reo Kahn. Was this you? If so how? We need to talk.” After hitting send he went back out to search the scene with his squad. The only piece of evidence was the uzi and towel. Since they probably wouldn’t get results until the morning Matt left and headed back to his place stopping for Chinese food in the way home.

After a couple of hours of working the streets, Kasey returned to the bus station where she'd begun her day and retrieved her primary cell phone from a locker there. She left it here whenever she was working for Matt, instead carrying a burner he'd given her for this work. The last thing either of them wanted was someone snatching her Primary and finding a Detective's phone number in the contacts list, let alone plans for a lunch date.

She turned it back on and almost immediately got notification of his voice mail. She opened and listened to it:


Kasey wasn't surprised. Matt didn't exactly work an 9-5 job. She sent him a quick text acknowledging the change, stored the phone again, and went back out to work. She'd spent most of the $200 Matt had given her this morning on coffees, breakfasts, hits of heroine or coke, opioid pills, and more. Oh, they weren't for her, particularly the drugs; Kasey had been clean since age 17, after a 3 year battle with heroine. No, the treats were for her contacts, people who would never talk to a cop -- let alone Matt -- or people whose identities she kept strictly to herself.

She didn't typically put out this much cash for information, but today had been a weird one. More than 50 people had told Kasey they knew of this knew woman, Eliza … and yet, not a single one of them had been able to tell her anything of value about her. And when someone did tell her something specific, it was in direct contradiction to what someone else had already told her.

So, this Eliza was tall … or was it short. She was definitely a blonde … natural blonde, or … was it bottle blonde … no, no, she was a redhead. She had a house by the lake … or, wait, no it was a condo in the Downtown Towers. But no doubt about it, she drove this hot Italian sports car … that was … red? No … gold. Yeah, it was definitely baby blue.

Kasey was sure people were just fucking with her. Then, about 2pm, she noticed something that concerned her, a face she swore she'd seen in three or four other places already. She started keeping a better look for it, and sure enough, this guy was on her ass.

She knew how to deal with tails, though. A bit later, after making some calls, she crossed a busy street and disappeared. The guy reached the last point where he'd seen her, looked about casually, then headed for entrance to the alley which was the only place into which she could have disappeared. He caught sight of her taking the corner at the other end and hurried to catch up with her.

Before he reached the end, though, a pair of men with bats stepped out from alley door alcoves, cutting him off. One of them asked with a threatening tone, "What seems to be your interest in our friend, asshole."

The tail eyed the bats, then smiled. "Ever seen The Untouchables…? That scene where Sean Connery says 'Just like a wop to bring a knife to a gun fight'."

As he was talking, the man pulled a semi-automatic pistol from a holster under his arm and let it dangle at his side. The expression of confidence in his face faded though as he heard behind him a round being jacked into the firing chamber of a shotgun … followed immediately by the sound of the hammer being pulled back on yet another semi-auto pistol.

He casually looked back at the gunmen coming up behind him, then carefully put the pistol back into his holster. He looked back to the man who'd asked about his interest in Kasey and asked his own question. "If I reach into my pocket and remove my ID and badge … is one of your guys gonna shoot me in the back?"

Kasey had been watching from the safety of the building's corner. Her protection checked the man's badge, talked him for a bit, and sent him packing the way he'd come.

When she joined her friends and they told her what they'd been told, all she could ask was, "What the fuck?"



Commissioner Patterson returned the receiver of his land line to its cradle, contemplated what his likely replacement had just told him … then gave out a whoop and spun his chair around as if he was a kid on a carnival ride. He hopped up and walked to the windows that looked down upon the City.

"Sir, are you okay?" asked his Administrative Assistant asked, Marcus Compton, who'd been startled by the unexpected cry and came in from the adjacent room. Patterson relayed what Matt had told him. Compton smiled politely, saying, "That's great news, sir. Congratulations."

They chatted a moment before Compton returned to his desk. Congratulations, Patterson thought to himself. Damn right! The last couple of years, as the already present corruption in the City's government and police force deepened, the straight-and-narrow Top Cop had found it increasingly difficult to do his job, which was keeping the residents and businesses in his city safe from crime.

He'd reached retirement four years ago but stayed on to help the town through difficult times. But over the last many months, it had been made very clear to him by the dark forces closing in around him that he only had two options: get on board with the corruption or get the hell out of Dodge. He'd chosen the latter.

It was nice to know he was getting out on a win. Reo Kahn was a big deal; even better, he wasn't aligned with Mayor Reynolds' crew of high level criminals, so, taking Reo down wasn't going to run into any road blocks.



Across town, at the second and much smaller lake she'd visited today, a bikini-clad Eliza was laid back in her chaise lounge, enjoying a pair of very acrobatic water skiers when her cell vibrated on the glass table near her elbow. She looked to it, finding Matt's text:


She smiled and sent a response:


Eliza didn't know Matt had plans already, of course. She wouldn't have cared either way, though; if he wanted to see her, he'd make the time.

Matt was home for almost a hour and there was no sign of Kasey. He tried calling her but there was no answer. He hoped she was okay, then he thought about how she could handle herself in any situation. Matt then re read the text message he received from Eliza and grabbed his keys and left to drive to her place.

Around 8:45pm Matt arrived at Eliza’s and this time it wasn’t filled with dangerous criminals. The front door was unlocked so he let himself into the dimly lit house calling out. Robert appeared out of nowhere and led Matt to a table that was set and had food on it. He told him Eliza would be joining him shortly. Matt opened up the bottle of champagne and poured himself and Eliza a glass and then sat and waited for her arrival.

Eliza descended the mansion's elegant curving staircase in no hurry, allowing the cop who looked up at the sound of her heels to get an eyeful of her. She wore a floor length dress that hugged her 34C-24-34 frame tightly from unbridled breast to swaying hips. Her face and hair were once again made up as beautifully as ever; there were a great many advantages to having magical powers, one of which was simply willing yourself to be stunning and having it happen with the need for a bureau covered in make up bottles … or for the matter, even a hair brush.

"It's so very nice to see you again, Matthew," she said reaching the bottom of the stairs and approaching him. "I was watching the news … the arrest of Reo Kahn."

As she took the flute of champagne he offered out, Eliza gave him a flirty smile, continuing, "They are already calling it one of the most important arrests in the past decade."

She took his free hand and turned him toward the dining room and the table to which Robert was continuing to deliver food. "The Commissioner seemed to be happy as well. They -- the Press -- they tried to give him all the credit, but I noticed he singled you out."

Eliza stopped at a chair and only looked to Matt, obviously expecting him to pull it out and seat her. After she was seated and he sat at the setting to her left, Eliza said with a complimentary tone, "You were, of course, already on your way to filling his shoes. But still, I am happy I was able to contribute."

She sipped at her drink listening to his response. After they'd chatted a moment, Eliza got to the business for which she'd invited Matt to her stolen home. She reached to a sheet of paper that had been sitting next to the table's floral arrangement. Turning it over and setting it nearer him, it was revealed to be a print of one of the pictures taken at the lake today, of the four naked young women standing in the larger lake across town.

"Mister Kahn had … imported my new friends into the country for purposes that I am sure you can easily imagine, Matthew," she said. "I purchased their freedom … however … I have a problem. They would like to remain in the US, but … they have no papers."

She sipped at her flute again, giving Matt a moment to understand that a favor was about to be asked. Eliza smiled broadly before continuing, "I was hoping perhaps you might know someone who could get them work visas while I work on getting them their citizenship...?"

Again, Eliza listened to Matt's response as Robert brought out the first course and departed to let them begin their meal.