The Detective Harlot - Reserved

[ERedBoyd]

Jason Mohan sat quietly in the corner of the condo that belonged to Detective Denise Williams and her wife Angela with his hand folded together in front of him. His eyes moved nice and slowly along the mantel of the fireplace showing a number of artifacts that gave a nice clue into this detective's life. A wedding photo of her and her wife both in wedding dresses at the alter sitting in a gold frame set predominately in the middle of the mantle. Along one side was a police citation for Denise for her work she had done to shut down the Mohan crime ring... his crime ring. A golden medal attached to a small blue leather cord set delicately in place before the citation. As he moved further to one side of the mantle Denise' was another picture of her and Angela standing at a platform while Denise receive her Cop of the Year citation as well... ocne again due in part to the work she put into putting him behind bars. The certificate placed securely just above the mantle on the wall.

His eyes shifted to the other side of the mantle to see an equal display of honors and awards for her wife, who was one of the corporate premiere lawyers in the city. She had a couple of awards on the mantle as well for her own equally successfully endeavors in her own profession as a corporate lawyer. He smiled and wondered what her corporate partners would think if they knew where Angela was now.

It had been part of his master plan to destroy the one detective who had caused him so much pain and humiliation back when she was on the hunt for him and his human trafficking organization. Sure, he smuggled whores into the country and used them as corner hookers, strippers, and escorts with an equally large army of pimps in charge of them. Over 6 months ago, thanks to Denise's efforts, she had not only busted most of his pimps, but managed to get enough evidence to have him removed too.

Which is why it was such a surprise to him when... 5 months after being arrested and put into solitaire, did the Warden himself along with Detective Williams herself showed up at his cell and informed him he was being released and his case thrown out. He was officially released from prison last week with all charges dropped. The Warden looked to want to chew nails and the detective... something seemed... off. she wasn't aggressive and confident when they left the prison. He remembered her handing him a phone after they got into her patrol car and a call coming in. A call from his boss Victor Antonio... He remembered listening to that phone call and what his boss had told him and how his eyes had slowly shifted over to the detective in the driver seat who looked about ready to crawl under the seat.

Now... he sat and waited in Denise's home for her to return. He was going to make her pay for all the trouble she had caused him... oh she was going to pay and to make sure she remained compliant, his boss Victor down in Brazil... kept her wife on ice for them both to enjoy.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Detective Denise Williams parked her car in the reserved space under her building and made her way over to the elevator for the smooth ride to her floor. She knew she could never afford such a place on her own salary as a police officer, but thankfully, Angela was a lawyer and a successful one. Very successful. Which meant that if they ever decided to have kids it would be Denise who carried the child. Unless they adopted. They had gone round and round on that one. How about one of Angela's fertilized eggs but carried inside Denise? Was it possible? And should the sperm donor, they couldn't bring themselves to refer to it as a father to their possible baby, should they select it for its genes or keep the whole thing anonymous? At 29, Denise felt that her clock was ticking.

And yet here she was at a crucial stage in her career. A success. Almost a phenomenon. Promotion, recognition, accolades, a career momentum that should be exploited to finally rid the city of the plague of sex traffickers and pests who feasted on human weakness.

Distracted by her thoughts, Denise exited onto her floor and unlocked the apartment door. And froze. Something wasn't right. She could sense it. Perhaps the movement of air, the tremblings of someone inside.Someone who shouldn't be there. Angel wouldn't be home at this time.

Drawing her weapon, Denise swept the hallway and entered the main room.

"You!" she exclaimed, suddenly full of a cold fury, her handgun centered on his heart, finger whitening with pressure on the trigger.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Jason didn't even flinch when the gun was pulled and aimed at his heart. He sat perfectly still and smiled at her as she started putting the pieces of the situation together. He said, "I wouldn't recommend you pull that trigger princess."

The man was a big beefy man covered in tattoos, a fully beard and long hair wearing his suit of grey. He said, "Have you talked with Angela lately?"

He smiled as he eyes widened and she seemed stuck on the idea of killing him and getting it over with OR wanting to know more. He slowly reached into his pocket saying, "I am going for my phone... nothing more... " As his hand slipped into the inner pocket, he pulled out a small black cell phone and said, "Someone is expecting a call from you."

Jason said nothing else as he set the phone on the coffee table in front of him and slid it towards her. He then added, "Speed dial one. My boss doesn't like to be kept waiting... so ... if you value that blonde bombshell at all, you make the call."

With that, he leaned back, rested his arms in clear view of her on the arm rests and took a long deep breath. Despite his confidence in the situation and his anger for her, he knew there was a HUGE risk involved with this. She could just flat out kill him now and be reasonably justified in doing it. As they stared at each other in the darkened apartment, Jason smiled again saying, "Tick tock... better make that call princess."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Denise felt her confidence leaking out like water through a sieve. She knew Mohan, and she knew he wouldn't act so cocky without a reason. And she had the recent experience of being forced to let him go from prison to convince her that there were forces at play, here.

But what was this about Angela? How was she involved? “If you value your blonde bombshell,” he'd said. That was a threat if ever she heard one, something she should arrest Mohan for right there and then. But those doubts. Somehow, Mohan held the upper hand here. Or rather, Victor Antonio, Mohan's unscrupulous, ruthless boss. As far as Denise knew, had been able to discover, Antonio was a man without limits. If he held Angela, well it didn't bear thinking about.

She had no choice. Denise holstered her weapon and picked up the phone. Speed dial one.

“This is Williams.” She said, and then listened.

 

[ERedBoyd]

"Ahh... Detective Williams... do you know who this is?" A familiar and frightening voice said from the other end of the phoneline. Behind the main voice the sound of a woman faintly whimpering could be heard.

"Victor..." Jason smiled as he heard her whisper, the color starting to drain from her face. He remained still though because this could still go south.

"That's right detective... Put this phonecall on speaker for me."

After she complied, Jason said, "I can hear you now boss."

"Excellent! Detective, you have been quite a thorn in my side for the last year or two and I wanted to offer my congratulations on your recent awards you earned as a result of your work again me..." Victor Antonio said calmly and then rolled through saying, "It is too bad it is going to be so shortly lived. You know normally, I don't let myself get quite so involved but in this case and with as much money I have lost due to you, I thought it might be a good time to really step in and ... show my team about real leadership."

Jason's eyes narrowed... there was a lot of implication in that statement. He smirked though as that woman in the background seemed to cry out something that sounded like 'psssss'

"So here is what you are going to do to fix this predicament you have now find yourself in. You see... you are going to help me directly in throwing out all the cases of my entire organization one file at a time. You are going to directly assist me in rebuilding my branch right there in your city... Once I am satisfied my profits are back where they were before you interfered, I will complete this deal with you and we can go our separate ways. Does that sound fair to you, Detective Williams?" Victor said calmly knowing he intentionally left out a very big piece of this arrangement...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Throw out the cases? Rebuild the crime business? Give him back his profits?

“You know that can't happen, won't happen! I'm a cop, and as you now know, a good one. I won't let you traffic in human weakness. You will release my Angela, unharmed, and I'll let this go. Otherwise, the full power of the authorities will be unleashed on you, including charges of kidnapping and threatening a police officer!

“I have your City Boss, Mohan, here. I could shoot him as an intruder. But I won't if you start the process of releasing my Angela back to me!”

Denise knew she didn't have a strong hand to play, and bluff was the best she could manage right now until she worked out how to rescue her wife and put the two crime bosses away for good. Until then, all she could do was stall for time and plan.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Victor could be heard laughing... and then on the phone the sound of a flogger lashing into naked flesh followed by a woman's muffled scream filled the room. Jason just put a hand to his mouth to hide his smirk. There was a second lashing on skin and a second muffled scream. A third... and a third scream!

Jason was watching as Denise struggled with what was going on and he said, "I would ask him respectfully to stop before she is beat to death if I were you... those lashings sound... painful."

A fourth lashing and this time the screams were deafening and clearly the woman receiving them was in sheer agony. Jason even winced at that one. He said, "That sounded like it hit something... sensitive..."

Victor did not speak... he did not even sound like he was breathing. A fifth lash struck out and the muffled woman began to wail in pain clearly helpless to stop what was happening to her. A sixth lash... a seventh... and Jason said with a hint of pity but mostly determination, "How long are you going to let this go on? Only you can stop this and if you don't stop the lashings, he will do something just as bad if not worse to her." If she noticed closely enough, she might have detected a hint of pity for the woman on the other side who screamed and wailed in pain and suffering!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“All right! Enough!” Denise couldn't stop herself from intervening. She knew these guys were bad, but there was a reckless ruthlessness there too that was impossible to ignore.

“I can't do everything, but I can take another look at the files, the cases. I can start with the weakest case, see what I can do. But you gotta give me something in return. Lay off Angela, treat her nice. One case at a time.”

Denise glanced over at Mohan, trying to read his expression. He knew Antonio better than her, had met him, worked for him. She only knew him through his reputation and his file. She needed to know how much room she had. So far, this was just between them. As soon as she reported it, the whole thing would escalate and become federal and she would lose any control and bargaining power. But if they gave her nothing, she had nothing to lose.

So she wanted to read Mohan, get a feel for how hard she could push, get a feel for whether it was in her interest to give Antonio a little of what he wanted.

She could hunt him down after she got Angela back. Nodding decisively to herself, Denise waited for Antonio to respond.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Victor fell silent a moment as he listened to her counter offer and then said, "I will allow you to go at your pace, but, you will work the cases we tell you to work first. The first man you will get released from Singh Singh is my nephew Rapheal. I will allow you three days to get him out of the prison or I will give your sweet pretty wife here.... what I have been giving my toy..... "

He flipped the phone to video phone and his image appeared on the screen. Off to one side of the dark concrete lined room, Angela hung by her wrists over her head to a suspension ring with a pair of police issue handcuffs. She still wore her clothes though they were battered, her hair was out of place, tear stains on her face were caused by her swollen terrified eyes and she wore a ball gag of sorts in her mouth. A pair of leg shackles secured her ankles to a hook in the concrete floor. The room looked like a underground shelter somewhere or basement.

On the other side of the room however, where Victor stood a woman in a full head hood mounted painfully to a stock restraint. She was naked and covered in stripes of pain and torture. On her pelvis about 6" above where her clit was, a brand saying Victor's property had been burned into her flesh though it looked several weeks old. She wore pierces in her nipples and clit. The woman looked worse for wear for sure.

Victor said, "I give you 3 days... My nephew had better be in your room with Jason... or... she will start to turn into that." hw pointed from Angela to the slave on the mount. Jason will call me every 6 hours with a report on your progress. If he is not completely satisfied, I am not satisfied. You do what HE tells you now... he is your boss. Now... let me make it clear... I don't care how you do it... you do it... and if you do anything stupid... well... perhaps you will join your wife down here too and I will make bitches out of both of you.... "

With that he abruptly hung up.

Jason smiled and said, "We can start... by giving me your gun..." He held a hand out... watching her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Denise seethed with a white-hot rage when she saw the woman victim that Antonio had referred to as 'his toy'. The situation reminded her why she had vowed to rid the city of the human-trafficking criminals that preyed on the vulnerable. And this was the man who held her Angela!

Calming herself with an effort, she tried to separate her emotions from her reason and acknowledged the minor victories. Angela was unharmed. At the moment. And Denise could proceed at her own pace. Minor, but significant.

Conversely, Rapheal free. Within 3 days. Tricky, but doable, especially if the right evidence disappeared. And Mohan was to effectively be her Boss. Degrading, humiliating, disgusting. But predictable. She would cope.

Taking her handgun out, she reversed it and offered it to Mohan, as instructed.

“You do realise that I'll need it back. And if any crimes are committed using it, it will spark the kind of attention you really don't want. Antonio will hear why his plans to quietly re-establish himself have been jeopardised. He'll hear who caused it.” Denise hoped that the threat, which was indeed real and not exaggerated, would keep Mohan in check.

“If I'm to achieve what your Boss wants, I need to get to work. You need to get out and let me get started. And you can leave my gun behind on your way out!”

 

[ERedBoyd]

Jason reached for the gun and took it in his hand... then quickly removed the magazines and cleared the barrel, then removed the barrel from it in a practiced and familiar manner before setting them off to one side. The gun was out of play now. He listened to her yammering about what she would need to do but ignored most of it for now. He had some time to kill with this woman... time in which he had long since been due.

Slowly, he moved his eyes to her feet and slowly moved them up her impatient body, taking in each curve of her body and for the first time in a real long time... saw her not as a threat anymore... but a prize. He owned her ass now at least for the next few days. By the time his eyes reached hers, he could see a hint of hesitation there...

Then like the crack of a bear trap going off, he was standing in front of her and looking down at her. He held a good foot on her and at least 120 lbs. He had always been impressed how some tiny stick of a woman could have taken him down. In the cell he slept in at night, he often envisioned some of those naughty things he wanted to do to her. The last time he had seen her was at his trial when the judge handed down his sentencing.

His sudden movement had caused Denise to leap back a few steps in a defensive manner which been smart. He didn't care though. What he was about to do next... he didn't need to actually touch her. He said, "We got time for all of that. As talented as you are putting people in prison, you should have no trouble getting them out. What I am concerned with most ... is that you may be wearing a wire. I wouldn't want you to be recording any conversations."

Without actually moving to her, he said, "Take off your clothes... everything... every stitch you wear, then put your hands behind your head and slowly turn around so I can see you aren't wearing that wire after all."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Denise was utterly taken aback. Wrong-footed. Caught out. Sickened. She felt her stomach fall to the floor, the blood drain from her face. Her jaw literally dropped.

She closed her mouth with a snap, jarring her teeth.

The thing with disassembling her gun had quietly impressed her but also robbed her of the upper hand. Mohan never had any intention of taking her gun away, just disabling it. All her bravado of threatening him to ensure she kept it had been so much hot air. Wasted.

But stripping her naked? It made her feel sick.

It was clever. Very clever. Demonstrating his superiority. Humiliating. And so simple. So justified. It made perfect sense that he might need to check she wasn't wired, even though under the present circumstances she wouldn't have anticipated needing to record their conversation. They both knew that not only was she not wearing a wire, but that she couldn't have expected to need one. But that wasn't the point. It would seem justified.

Denise knew that Mohan wasn't going to leave until he'd had his fun, some petty revenge on her. She had a lot to do, but she wasn't going to be able to get started until after Mohan's little triumph.

Perhaps the best she could do was to be matter-of-fact about it, no big deal, not make a fuss. Show no fear, no discomfort no matter the reality of her feelings of disgust and the crawling of her skin.

She took off her short black leather jacket, kicked off her black ankle boots, and undid her dark jeans. Turning her back to him she quickly tugged the jeans down and off, then lifted her dark t-shirt up over her head. Reaching behind she unclasped the black bra and let it drop off forwards, and shucked her black lace panties down her legs to the floor.

“No wire!” she announced, placing her hands on her head but still facing away from him. Inside she suppressed the anger into a cold focused fury. Thank goodness there were no witnesses, at least.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Jason merely smiled and took a single step back and said, "Socks... too."

Seeing even more irritation in her eyes and a jerkiness in her actions he felt supremely powerful over this woman. He had had a promising career with Victor and had considered it a personal honor when he was tapped to take over the east coast action a few years ago and he had brought his organization millions of dollars in trafficking money from not only the US, but into Canada, Mexico, Central and South America. He definitely heard the rumor mill of Victor getting older and possibly looking for a successor to take over his position so he could retire with his bitches on some private island or something. Jason had every intention of being his successor... or had.

That was until Denise had gotten a corn cob up her ass and decided to make it her personal mission to shut down his crime division. At first, it had not been a big deal... a few low levels folding under pressure, a few deliveries confiscated... Jason had considered it the cost of doing business. But she had taken it to a whole new level too.... and he remembered exactly the day he had known he might be in trouble.

He had been sitting with some of his men at Gio's Steakhouse, one of his front companies, when she had walked in with what he had thought was a date, who he later learned was one of her cop partners. He hadn't paid mind to her either until she got up and had the balls to actually walk up to him and warn him she was going to bring him down. All he could think about when she spoke though... was how fucking amazing her legs were and how good she must be in bed. That was what all women were really only good for anyways.....

Jason could see her glaring at him and he said, "I said... turn around. It is either that... or I have to pat you down."

His smirk was massive when she rolled her eyes and turned around making a full circle. When she locked eyes on him again with shock as she noticed his phone out taking video of her, he said, "Good. I am satisfied." He killed the feed.

When she went for her clothes, he said, "I didn't say you can redress. I always wanted to know what you looked like out of your clothes and well... I want to enjoy this."

He watched her as she looked uncertain. How can anyone really dominate a conversation when they were naked and the other fully clothed. The only thing even more dominating was to have her restrained. As it was, he would only let his eyes assault her body. There was time for the other stuff later. Besides... though he was sure they were a happy looking couple her and Angela, he wasn't sure if it was shallow or deep. How far could he push her.

He kept his hands where she could them and picked up her jeans and slid her personal cell phone out of it and flipped it on. Of course it was locked. He reached to give it to her and said, "Unlock your phone for me."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She didn't know what was worse. Having to squat down to remove her socks to avoid giving him a view of her boobs hanging down from one side or of her naked bent-over ass from the other, or having to face him nude and carry out the task of unlocking her phone. Or was it being videorecorded turning full circle naked with her hands on her head? That was probably the worst. The others were transitory. The video could end up anywhere, be seen by anyone. Was probably on its way to Antonio, maybe all members of Mohan's crew. What if she was already a pinup poster in one of his clubs? Denise felt sick again.

She decided to continue to pretend that being naked in front of him was no big deal even though it mortified her. If she didn't give him the reaction he expected, maybe he'd just get bored with seeing her naked. She was almost in her thirties, for goodness sake. Already old compared to the girls he turned into strippers and prostitutes. And he'd said he was satisfied, which meant she was off the hook with Antonio for the next six hours.

Unlocking her phone, she handed it back to him without a word. There wasn't much on it. She used it in the Department and it could be required as evidence at any time so it couldn't be too personal or personalised. Almost all the contacts apart from Angela were cop colleagues, Federal agents she liaised with, her Captain, and a few judges for warrants. Nothing really personal.

Waiting, hands on hips, not bothering to cover up, she reminded him of his boss's orders.

“If Antonio is to get what he wants, you need to leave and let me work, or he'll know who is responsible!”

 

[ERedBoyd]

Jason could knew a work phone when he saw one... and he pulled another phone from his pocket and placed it display to display onto hers for a moment. The screens turned red a moment, then flicked to green. He then tossed her phone back to her and said, "Your personal phone... I want your personal one now..."

Seeing her staring at his, he said, "I just installed a trojan trace program into your phone. I will be able to hear every call and conversation, every text, and every email you send out from it. GPS the whole works. When I call, it will be a priority call from initials JM. Now don't bullshit me... " He stepped towards the naked woman with her arms behind her head and said, "Go get me your personal cell phone please. Clothes stay here...."

There was no doubt her nudity was very arousing to him with the size of the bulge in his pants. He replied, "Yes... but you are very VERY good at your job... good enough to capture me at one point so I have no doubt you don't need the entire three days to get Raphael out. Now... personal ... cell ... phone... NOW."

He watched as she moved past him towards the back and he walked behind her a few paces... saying, "Your ass is really nice and tight! Love the tattoo by the way... What does it mean to you?" Clearly it was something no one but her wife would have been meant to see as to stab salt into the wound. Never in his wildest dreams so recent as a few weeks ago could he have envisioned walking his naked detective back to her bedroom....

He had already run through the house checking for computers and tablets, injecting the virus where he could to keep tabs on her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Ignoring his taunts, his every reference to her body, as if he were talking about someone else entirely, she retrieved her personal phone and handed it over. Such was the busy nature of her and Angela's life, there wasn't much of interest on it, and the contacts list was limited to close friends, her parents, and take-out venues.

But she was still naked. And he was enjoying the view. Denise was determined not to let his pleasure get to her, determined that he should get bored of the view before she let the disgust at being perved at get to her. Maybe not such a good plan with nothing to prevent him from taking more photos, but thankfully he seemed satisfied with the one short video. And her consolation was that if he circulated it to the wrong people it would end her career and prevent her from carrying out Antonio's wishes. And there was no one else who could be as effective in that as her. So she was probably safe. For now. Ironically protected by the very criminal who was coercing her.

She tried again to get rid of Mohan.

“It's not the speed I work at that matters, it's the courts and jail that's the problem. It could easily take 2 to 3 days to work through to get Rapheal released and here. You need to get the fuck out AND LET ME DOMY JOB!”

Denise instantly regretted letting her anger get the better of her, feeling her breasts wobble and sway as she shook with frustration.

 

[ERedBoyd]

The moment she yelled at him... he snapped! It was a trigger that made him lose control... when people yelled at him. He dealt with that in prison and he dealt with it in his chosen profession... he and reputation for not handling be yelled at well. Before he could stop himself, his hand was up as she turned to him, the back of his hand crossed her face with a hard slap, sending her flying into the ground!

For that instant as her naked body lifted up into the air a few inches and flew off to one side, he panicked! His eyes widened in fear that he let his anger get to him again! She fell to one side, hitting the wall and sliding down it, catching herself on her hands and knees away from him. In that instant, he got a nice long hot look at that sweet pussy though! He stepped towards her, not to hurt her but the instinctive desire to render aide of some kind....

What he didn't expect was her to nearly immediately return to her feet, spinning around as if preparing to attack! The only thing that seemed to stop her was the gun he had pulled from the back of his jeans... a small .38 special. Her eyes locked on it and even though the rage seemed to fill her eyes, he could see she struggled to keep it at bay. He said, "Now settle down now. I didn't mean to slap you and I am sorry for that. You should NOT yell at me though. That doesn't go well for people who yell at me. Now... unless you are going to attack me... sit down on the bed... now and shut up."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She sat. Denise held her hand to her face, felt the burning in her skin from where he'd hit her. A stinging blow that had literally knocked her off her feet. The rage came under control and she felt like a tigress being tamed, an image she immediately fought. Tigress, maybe. Tamed? Never!

Her problem was that she had to obey. For now. Angela's safety and freedom depended on Mohan reporting satisfaction to his boss, Antonio. At the moment they held the power. But she needed Mohan gone. She hadn't been messing about when she'd said she had work to do if Antonio was to get his nephew released. Mohan just didn't seem to understand that once she'd done her bit, the rest of the release process would still take time.

Her only consolation was that Mohan had apologised. That in itself was a victory. Minor, yes, but still a victory. She let it stand. Didn't acknowledge it. Just let it lie there. He couldn't take it back. He had her nudity; she had his apology. Not exactly even, but better than it could be. She was suddenly aware of how much her naked breasts moved with the heaving of her chest as she fought to catch her breath.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Jason smiled as he studied her breasts heaving.... and then returned to what he had in mind initially. He touched his phone face to the personal phone of Denise' and it glimmered red, before shifting to green. He tossed it back to her saying, "Now it is traced too."

He stepped towards her and smirked as she flinched.... and then he offered her a hand to get back to her feet. He only chuckled as she avoided his hand and pulled herself up... and it didn't matter it was quite a view watching her do that.

The big man said, "It seems like you got some work to do now... Let's go."

He led her back to the living room, his eyes firmly on that bouncing sexy ass and he said, "You may get dressed now." He fired up the phone though and recorded that as well...

Once she was dressed, he picked up her gun, shoved the bullet from the chamber back into the magazine, slid the barrel back into place, then shoved the magazine in but did NOT chamber that round. Jason took his time though as he walked towards her and around her before sliding that gun into her holster hanging on her side. He said, "You will keep me informed of what you are doing with a call every hour. I can only imagine you got a LOT of work ahead of you... you may need to take some rather... extreme measures to get Raphael out of prison so... best get too it. I will see you here in about 3 hours."

---- Elsewhere ----

Chris 'Binary' Morrison stood outside Denise's building in the shadows studying the scene as he played out. He looked down at the screen on his cell phone as Jason had instructed her to dress. He wondered on in the hell stopped him from just flat fucking that detective right then and there... he would have. He had secretly broken in a few months back and set up cameras in the entire apartment and had gotten a LOT of hot kinky sex stuff between her and her wife....

Movement caught his attention and he glanced at the door to the apartment complex and the three men working for Jason who tried to look as non-chalant as three thugs could look. He turned off the phone and shoved it into his pocket, before grabbing the second phone in his other pocket with his gloved hand. He knew that Denise was in trouble... bad trouble... but she had pulled him out of a jam he gotten into, though at the exchange of becoming a CI for her and if Jason somehow managed to break Denise's will and reveal on she had gotten the information that led up to Jason's arrest as well as the shut down of his organization itself, there would be no place on this planet he would be safe. He did NOT do this for Denise... he had NO love for her, particularly the way she had shaken him down in the past.... but he needed her NOT to reveal him.

He had to make his move and soon. She would be coming down. He walked from where he stood, keeping in the shadows till he got to a column close to where her car was parked. It didn't take her much longer for her to slip out of her apartment as well, past the men to her car... he poked his frame out of the shadows to catch her eye before ducking back in and hoping no one else saw.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Denise noticed her hacker CI trying to discreetly get her attention and automatically gestured to meet at the usual place. A simple system of hand signals they'd developed when the heat from Antonio'sorganisation was getting intense.

She drove away around a few corners and then went into a fairly run-down coffee house that was always noisy and busy, as good a cover as they were likely to get to talk without being overheard. Sitting with her Americano steaming in front of her at the long back-wall bar, uncomfortable empty stools on either side of her, Denise let her mind explore what had happened in her apartment, rather like exploring a hurting broken tooth with her tongue. Something she knew about.

The whole experience had been deeply unpleasant. Intrusive. Abusive. She could only guess how much worse Angela's predicament was. But given the circumstances, she needed to work quickly and outside department guidelines if she was to free her love. And that meant using the services of someone like her CI. No, not someone like him, she needed him. He had skills. But how on earth had he appeared just at the right time? Coincidence? He couldn't be working for the Organisation, far too risky. If they found out what he'd done against them he would be killed. After a great deal of suffering. No, he couldn't be a plant. And if he was, what did they have to gain?

Denise waited for the CI to show and randomly take a seat next to her. Strangers in a coffee shop. No connection between them.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Chris got the memo and faded off into the darkness once more. He didn't have a car as his was in the impound lot at police headquarters and no busses ran this late at night, so he had no choice but to walk.

He wasn't sure just how much he should tell her? Clearly he couldn't tell her her apartment was bugged and he had been recording everything in hopes of getting some kind of petty vengeance on her. She would kill him herself if he let that out. He needed a reason to meet with her and the thought hit him like a thunderbolt.

He was not sure how long she had waited for him... it had taken him nearly 20 minutes to walk the three blocks to the cafe. He saw her down at the counter at the end and stepped into the cafe as well. He picked up a menu from the place though he knew what he was order already. This diner had the best BLT's in the city. He plopped down on a stool near the lady detective and studied the menu. She held a cup of steaming coffee in both her hands though it looked like she was trembling.

Marge Jones walked her thick girth along the inside of the counter filling up drinks and taking orders when she saw Chris and said, "Hey.... you want your usual."

Chris smiled at her and said, "You know what I like love." HE handed her the menu and she scribbled down his order. He waited for her the waitress to waddle away saying, "Chuck, Double BLT, loaded fries, and a diet coke!"

Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone and began to thumb through his screen pretending to look at something interesting on it. He softly spoke to nobody in particular, "I need my car back. You promised to get my ride back..." There, that should do it as a cover for the real reason he happened to be there....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Denise took her phone out and pretended to call a number on speed dial.“You know that's asking a lot?” She paused, as if listening, then added, ”But I could do it if you do something for me. Kind of on the down low. I need you to send an email from the Police Chief to the sergeant in charge of Evidence. It has to look like it came from her office computer tomorrow morning first thing.” Denise then told Chris the storage locations on either side of Raphael's evidence box.

She knew the area well, having spent hours down in that basement going over what she had on Mohan, making her case watertight. The two locations had things that were out of date. Expired. No longer required. It made sense to incinerate boxes A and C. But she wanted the order to say destroy boxes A 'to' C. The all-important box B being Raphael's evidence. Once it was gone, she could do the rest. It might take a day, but then the case against him would fall apart. It was the best she could do at short notice. With her background in the Mohan-Antonio investigations, it would make sense for her to also look at Raphael. All she needed was an alibi, to be seen elsewhere.

“Once the evidence has gone, you'll get your ride.”

Looking with disgust at the cold coffee in front of her, Denise got up and left Chris to his meal, never giving him a glance. Once outside, she called Mohan. For real. The hourly update. “It's in motion.”That's all she said. She had a few things still to do before her next meeting with Mohan in a couple of hours. Hopefully, the ritual degradation was now done and he would leave her to work. She still had a lot to do.

 

[ERedBoyd]

~~~~~ Binary ~~~~~

Chris said nothing as his plate of food arrive at the same time Denise slid off her booth and left. He picked up his meal and bit into it before glancing over his shoulder at the cop leaving. She wanted him to create an email to destroy boxes of evidence. After hearing what he had heard in her apartment, he knew why too. This was tied into this Rapheal who was the cousin of Victor the crime boss.

So this was how it was going to be? She thought she could just boss him around like before? Well... he reckoned she could so long as he didn't show the cards he held to her. That would not go on long though.

He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a small recorder he had been using to record the conversation and clicked it off. He took his time and finished off his sandwich, before walking back to his home and logging in.

45 minutes later, Chris had taken a bootleg copy of the evidence locker once more to his hard drive. It wasn't the same as the evidence itself obviously, but it would help. He hacked into the Chief's account, something he did a few times a day, and wrote up the email that she had asked for and set it as a priority and sent it. He then remained on the system and poked around finding a case file set up Detective Williams as well. That was odd consideringly she was like a Goddess among cops at the moment. He went ot open it to find it password protected. It was one of those that would lock the system up after 3 failed attempts at it. He opted NOT to test the security on that file till he could figure out the code first hand. As he was about to log off, he got a response to the email from the storage locker saying, "Boxes are being incinerated now."

Chris smiled and he picked up his burner phone and texted to Denise, "The package is gone. I need my mobility back now!"

He got no response.

~~~~~ Jason Mohan ~~~~~

Jason smiled as he studied the first text she sent back to him. 'It's in motion'. He made a call of his own to his boss.

He wasn't a fan of being seen as expendable after everything he had done for Victor for so long but he would do as he was told for now... until the right opportunity would arise. Victor was a old man who believed in outdated ideas... and knew that if given the chance himself, Jason could run the organization way better than Victor.... but time would tell.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The package is gone. I need my mobility back now!

Denise breathed out a sigh as she read the message. Now she could go down to evidence and sign out the box of Raphael's case as if tightening her grip on Antonio. That would alert the system that a live case had lost its evidence which they'd just have to pass to the prosecuting attorney and then the defense. And that, hopefully, would be that.

And then she would visit the vehicle impound sergeant and get her CI's car released. Like she needed him mobile. Shouldn't be too hard. Except that the sergeant in question was an older, rather butch lesbian with Domme tendencies who'd been flirting and angling for a date since they first met. Despite Denise being married, and senior.

Denise texted Binary Chris, "Working on it."

But first, the evidence locker.

 

[ERedBoyd]

~~~~~ Chris ~~~~~

He leaned back in his chair as she responded to him.... now all he could do was hope she could figure out the next step. He shifted his chair over to a second monitor, pulled out a roll of tissue that he tore off and a bottle of lotion and set them to one side. He smiled as he pulled up footage of last night's events and smiled as he pulled his cock out and began to lotion himself up as he watched Denise being forced to strip in front of Jason...

~~~~~ Jason ~~~~~

Jason stood in an abandoned warehouse next to his old sedan that he recently purchased from a cheap dealership. Three other cars flanked his own in a diamond pattern with 6 more men in suits standing by their own rides. They all had their eyes locked on the incoming white electrical van that was pulling into the warehouse from the east side.

He picked up his radio and said, "Anyone watching?"

"All clear east." A voice said and repeated by 3 others for North, South, and west.

He nodded as the van rolled up to the four cars and came to a stop. A SUV pulled in next to the van as well and men began to pour out of the vehicles. One man in particular, an older heavier set man named Leonard Crouch climbed out of the passenger side of the SUV, long brown hair and beard part of his defining identity. He wore was essentially was a pair of pajamas of sorts as he walked to Jason and said, "My man!!! Welcome back to the land of the free!"

"You know Leonard, I am going to take you out to buy you some real clothes, rather than these rags you wear." Jason said as he hugged his friend.

"What? This are top notch man...." He pulled out a pair of cigars from the inside pocket of his robe and a lighter, offering one to Jason and lighting both.

Jason took the cigar and puffed on it as the side panel door on the van slid open. He said, "How was the ride here?"

"Now that the territory is opened up again, the ride was smooth. I have a few goodies for you...." He said.

One at a time, a half dozen half naked women was led out of the van... sacks over their heads, cuffed wrists behind their back and lined up in a single line, ready to be inspected. Each girl was younger, in their 20's and had hot bodies! Business was open once again... and Jason couldn't be more excited!