Between Passion and Desire (closed)

[SmkyMtnRain]

OOC: For PumaSue and myself to write, for all to enjoy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Damn" I muttered as I felt the cold barrel of the gun pressed to my temple. "Now why didn't I see that coming?"

I was kneeling, bent over the roof of the apartment complex, adjacent to the building and occupants I had been watching...Watching for the last two weeks on a lead from a friend, the the strip club was doing a whole lot more business then peddling flesh, and the knowledge if I found out just what that business was...

I'd be rich. Or the closest thing next to it, if I could pinpoint the clientelle and blackmail them. And I had, roll after roll of film, the list growing longer and longer, the perversions they enjoyed amazing even a man like me...with my dark tastes.

"Look, Can't we work this out?" I suggested and felt the barrel press harder, her voice ordering me to my feet which I obeyed.

"After all there's no law against taking pictures in public places, last I checked?"


And then I had my first look at my "arresting officer" her body enough to stop any man dead in his tracks...if the automatic she held didn't first...

My name is Sheldon Shock... Shell to my friends, a private eye by choice and living...and a damn good one, but now I was about to pay for a simple mistake...and I stood looking down from my 6 foot height at the well formed woman in her police issue uniform, I knew my blue eyes and blond hair was going to get me no where...unless that place was a grave or jail.

"How much are they paying you to play watchdog?"

 

[PumaSue]

Zulma Zeniga, Officer On The Take

"Listen scumbag, what they are or aren't paying me is none of your concern! You are tresspassing up here and there IS a law against that," I state matter-of-factly as I pull down my uniform skirt. Damn thing keeps riding up at all the wrong moments. "Mr Russo owns this building that you are on and he wants you off of it and out of his life!"

Seeing this Sheldon Shock face to face I quickly realize that he is in fact better looking up close than in his pictures. Yes, I have been tailing him as he has been spying on my boss's clientelle. That is a big no-no in Francesco Russo's book, so that makes it a big no-no in mine too. Business is business. You don't fuck with somebody's business.

Keeping my gun resting on his temple I roughly grab him by the hair and push him down to the cement floor. Getting out my cuffs I pull his hands behind his back and cuff him. He groans out in pain. "Oh, sorry, Shock, are the cuffs on too tight," I mockingly ask him as I tighten them up a notch.

Using my legs I harshly spread his thighs apart and begin to search his backside for any weapons. What I find between his legs could definitely be called a weapon, but unfortunatley I can't take that off of him, I think to myself as I laugh and spitefully yank on his generous sized cock. Searching him thoroughly I find no weapons, but I do find the film I was after.

"Alright, scumbag, stand up and trun around," I order as he stumbles up to his feet and turns facing the edge of the roof. "That's a long way down, isn't it, Shock?" I reach over and unlock his cuffs, poking his back with my gun as a reminder as to who is in charge here. "You'd shit in your pants before you even landed," I threaten as I poke him again in the back with my gun.

"You seem to know my name but I don't know yours," he says in a steady voice. "That don't matter to you now does it, ace," I answer back as I yank his head back roughly by his hair. Coming in a little closer I whisper into his ear to take off all of his clothes. Then I bite into it deeply. Laughing I roughly let go of his hair and push his head back forward.

"What? You never stripped in front of a woman before? What are you some blooming fairy, " I spit out at him as he stands there rubbing his ear and not stripping. Turn around, I order. Reaching into the back of my tight skirt I pull out my 'cutlery'. "Take 'em off or I will slice them off for you, faggot!"

He slowly starts to take off his clothes revealing a very hard and thick body. Well muscled with many tattoos. "I see you got all your boyfriends names branded on your hide," I say as I start laughing . Seeing him getting madder is a real treat for me. Men are scum, they should be treated as such.

My name is Zulma Zeniga and I grew up in Los Angeles at the hands and cocks of my father and brothers. Mom died when I was about 12, so I had to be cook, maid and whore to to my so-called family. No more. Now I was in charge and I like it. No one will ever dominate me again. Bringing my mind back to the events at hand I see that Shock is completely naked in front of me.

"Now kick your clothes and your camera over to me!" Seeing him naked makes me angry and I want to hurt him. After he kicks the stuff over to me I put them into my duffle bag. Still holding the gun and the knife I walk over to him and slowly scrape the tip of the knife down his chest starting at his collar bone. Seeing the blood ooze down his hairy chest excites me.

"Zulma!! No!" I remember my father screaming before I plunged the knife into his heart the last time he fucked me in the ass. I was 15 then. I had had enough. My brothers ran in and all pinned me down and called the cops on me. After I turned 18 the murder charge was wiped off of my record...forever. Now look at me.

An upstanding Police Officer here in New York City working part-time for a scumbag like Francesco Russo and standing here watching the blood drip down the chest of a nosey-ass scumbag detective who didn't have enough sense to leave things alone. Messing with the wrong people. They are all alike. Idiot men.

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Shell

"Gahhhhhhh Damnnnnnnnn" I groaned thru clenched teeth and held still as the razor edged knife cut thru the skin of my chest. Not deep enough to maim me but deep enough to make the blood flow and make me shiver.

Yes...Shiver. Shiver with excitement as the pain coursed thru my body and reached my mind as a twisted form of pleasure. Pleasure that I knew and welcomed as I had the first day in the amateur ranks of boxing, the pain that came from getting the crap beat out of you in the squared circle day after day in practice, until your body and mind accepted it.

Still I could by the crazy light in her dark eyes she truly enjoyed it and wasn't really looking to forward to taking all night to die, so like the cocky reputation I had?

"Jesus, Babe...Are you gunna shave me or kill me?" I taunted, knowing IF I could get her angry I might catch her off guard...At least I might distract her enough to forget taking me over to Russo's place and turning me over to his goons.

After all if I had the choice....I'd rather end it in the arms of a well stacked women like the one in front of me, rather then at the knees of one of Russo'd goons,well stacked and maybe ...if the hair wasn't pulled tight behind her head and covered by the cap, bringing her features into severe and pinched features...

"Come on HONEY FACE, Is that all you can do?"

And for an answer I felt the tip of the blade slide under my pectoral muscle...not cutting it and ruining it, but going under the solid layer and between the bone, my forehead sweating as she slowly twisted the handle of the blade and applied pressure...

The sound of the metal grinding against bone was one thing...the sound of my own voice hissing inward as I drew a breath and stared into the womans dark eyes...another...

And then I couldn't help myself, it was part of me that just didn't give a damn...not for anyone or myself...so I grinned at her and mocked her as she twisted the knife again and brought me to my tiptoes with the burning pain...

"Come on Baby, let me loose so I can show you the right way to do things." I hissed at her in mock contempt. "Or finish me off"

 

[PumaSue]

Zulma Zeniga - Police Officer On The Take

"By the time I'm done with you're gonna wish I had finished you off sooner." I threatened as I pulled my knife out from his firm, yet bloodied, flesh, "You're trying awfully hard to set me off. Sorry, but it won't work with me, faggot boy. I've had worse than you on my ass." Suddenly my mind flashed back to my brothers and to the knife play they enjoyed doing on me. Hell, I still had the scars. At least they taught me how to take pain well.

Putting the blade up to my mouth I slowly licked his blood off of it and then stuck it back into the sheath attached to the back of my police skirt. His eyes widened at this and I had to snicker. Keeping my gun aimed at his handsome face I grabbed my duffel bag and smiled at him. "You wondering what goodies I have in here? Well, Sissy Man, you'll soon find out and then you'll see ALL that I can do," I warned laughing.

"Time for us to leave this cozy setting." Steppping closer I yanked his hair back while sticking the gun deeper into his side. This way, I said as I led him down a darkened back stairwell and to a door leading to a side apartment. My nipples were feeling awfully hard. It had to be the evening's chill. "You cold, angel face?" I laughed as I pinched his naked hard ass as he stumbled along the dark steps. "You're gonna be fun to play with."

Letting go of his hair I kept one hand on the gun and used the other one to open the apartment door. "Come on in, fat ass, I'm sure you'll enjoy the accomodations, " I said nastily as I shoved him into the room, pushing him over next to the bed. "Now be a good dick and lay down. Go ahead make yourself comfy." I teased as I pushed him down onto the brass bed. Damn this tight-ass cap, I thought to myself as I took it off and threw it across the room.

"Put your arms up above your head, Shock, or should I say Shell Shock," I sneered as I leaned over his head using one hand to handcuff his wrists to the head of the bed rails. He did have some thick wrists on him I'd give him that....and his hands reminded me of what a bear's paws would be like. Thick and strong looking. I wondered if he had ever done any boxing.

"Well, I can't leave your legs free now can I, stud," I purred as I stared down at him, rubbing my gun along his smooth cock. Watching it grow amazed me. How could Shock, how could any man, be getting excited at a time like this. He should be going limp as a noodle. I slid the automatic down around his balls watching his fat dick plump up like a gawd damn sausage. Idiot men.

"Once I have your legs apart and at my mercy I have an extra long curling iron that I think will fit quite nicely up that fat ass of yours," I said menacingly as I turned toward my duffel bag. "I'll have you screaming for mercy in no time once I get it turned on high! Hell, you'll soon be begging to tell me who you were taking those pictures for....and maybe I just might let you tell me!"

Winking at Shock I said, "I don't need any of Russo's gorillas to help me get information out of you, pretty boy." I smiled at him keeping the automatic aimed at him as I reached into the duffle bag looking for the leg shackles and the curling iron, "Francesco has come to know that I do my best work solo."