Gotta Make Detective First Class

[La_Reina]

Anya watched as the deal took place. She had been working this case for 15 months. First she spent 6 months in jail on some bogus shit. She got out and for 9 months she had been making a name for herself as being one bad ass bitch you don't wanna cross. Her area of expertise: money laundering and prostitution with a minor in narcotics. That's how she always explained it when she had to speak about her profession.

Anya turned and walked away right before the police got there and got a hold of everyone except for a few choice people. They had enough evidence to lock those people up for a long time. Which meant the Mafia would be recruiting. Which would make her a prime suspect. Only thing was the only person to approach her was a mafia higher up that wanted her as a fuck toy/partner rather than as a real associate. She had to choose tonight to take him up on his offer or be 'a broad who wasn't going nowhere.'

Anya made it to her penthouse apartment over looking the sky line and went inside. She had more locks and security on her place than Fort Knox. To anyone else it would seem like she was paranoid as she made her way to her hidden safe. She put in the 9 digit code and opened it to see a small black box also with a code and key lock. She put in the code, inserted the key and opened the little box to see her shield, police issued gun, a secure line phone, and a stack of money. To the few people who really knew whom she was; she was being cautious. She turned on the phone. One message. She activated her voice mail.

"Anya. Make the fucking deal. You solve this Detective First Class is yours. ... End of Message."

Anya immediately erased the message. She thought for a bit and hit send; the phone was programmed to dial only one number. The voice mail clicked on. "Green." She hung up, turned off the phone, and put it back in the box, locking it tight before putting that into her hidden safe. Someone pounded on her door and she yelped in surprise before getting a hold of her nerves.

She opened the door and smiled. "What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" She knew she made a fetching appearance having taken off her outer jacket and was wearing just a see through white sleeveless shirt with no bra on. It was hot! She was wearing a pair of dark indigo jeans, but she was also wearing black knee high boots. Her black hair with red streaks (dyed not natural) was laying on her back and almost begged for a man to wrap his hands in it. Her gray eyes stared up at the man with a small twinkle as her ruby red lips graced him with a smile. Her breasts were small a B cup but enough to fill a hand and her hips were wide. She was a slender, lithe woman, with enough curves to have a man think sex when she needed him to and right now she needed him to.

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony could’ve just been another guy, just another name. But the last name was the thing that changed it all. The last name made him somebody. It made people want him, the good and the bad. Growing up under the delusion that “the mafia didn’t exist” life hadn’t always been easy. Times were tough growing up when he was just beginning to learn the ropes and he saw scores of people he knew, relatives, shipped off to prison. It was a sobering experience but it didn’t keep his nose clean.

Realizing that everything he worked for could be taken from him, Anthony took all he could. If he wanted something, he stole it or threatened. It had become the natural way of things. It had become a part of him. No one used the word ‘nice’ or any synonyms when describing him. It wasn’t in his blood.

As time went on he was pressured to find a girl. Someone who he might build a family and be stable with but Anthony wasn’t thinking along those lines. The pressure was there but he wasn’t about to give into it yet. There was still so much fun to be had, too many girls to play with. He’d grown accustomed to the life he was living and didn’t want to give it up. And in an effort to continue that life, to give it one more chance, he found Anya. She was hot and he was going to make her his.

Standing in front of her door he smoothed his hair with his hands before knocking. One more look down at himself told him he couldn’t have done any better. He was going to get her answer tonight; for her sake, he hoped she’d chosen the right path. His. After the door opened he grinned at her. One look was all it took. From the see through fabric to the streaky hair, he had to hold himself down unless he let himself jump all over her.

“I need your answer tonight, Anya. You’re in?” Anthony spoke. And it wasn’t so much a question as a statement, as though it were already true.

Stepping inside he took a brief look around before walking by her, a hand swatting at her ass as he passed. He walked to the nearby livingroom, sitting on one end of the couch as he set his eyes on her.

“You’re in?” he spoke the same as-though-it-were-fact question.

 

[La_Reina]

Anya stared at Anthony as she opened her door and moved to the side to grant him entrance. She watched him walk past her and slap her ass. At first she was furious but as she closed the door she settled down. For the millionth time she thought that if Anthony was anyone but whom he was she would have dated him. He was smart, funny, and didn't take shit from anyone. Buuuut the descriptions didn't stop there. He was also a killer and ruthless. He was scary and needed to be stopped.

Anya watched Anthony get comfortable in her home. She sauntered over to him and gave him her most seductive smile. The one where she lowered her head some and shot her eyes up before glancing away. Kinda innocent and sweet but full of sexual potency. "I accept on one condition. We're partners," yeah he said partners, but she knew he was going to fuck her. What woman has he not fucked. "so no more male chauvnistic bullshit which includes fucking any bitch in heat that comes sniffing your way."

Anya sauntered closer with her hips swaying side to side. She straddled his lap and wiggled on his groin and leaned to whisper throatily in his ear. "Do you think you can do that Ant? Not fuck around on me in work or in bed?" Anya got up and stood over him. "Cuz if you can't tell me now. I'll take Chaz up on his offer. I'm sure I can pussy whip him."

Anya was very much aware that Anthony did not like Chaz. She didn't know what the love lost was or when it began. But she knew both men were .. well frenmey for lack of a better word. That whole keep your friends close and your enemies closer definitely applied to these two.

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony turned his head, seeing Anya following him to her couch. To him, she was a nice piece of ass and that was all he thought about her. If getting her in their ring meant getting her into bed, he was ready to make the move. Besides, he’d be able to screw her over when taking his cut. It’d be too easy. At least he thought so. Overestimation of women, sexy ones who believed they were smart often ranked highest on his list of likely victims of his game.

When she started talking he turned his head up, watching everything but her lips move. He heard her words but didn’t care for them. An agreement meant he’d be able to fuck her tonight. In a way, she was going to get fucked no matter what action he’d take. Getting her into bed was all that was on his mind for the moment. He’d worry about the details to their arrangement later. Anthony would find a way for money was a close second to sex.

“If you want to slip the ‘No Other Girls rule into our agreement, some changes about your sexual habits are going to have to be made. You’re going to have to pick up their slack, you get it? As for pussy-whipping Chazz, I think he might be gay.” It was a cheap shot at someone who wasn’t around but he didn’t care. She brought him up and she knew the guy irritated him. Anthony wasn’t about to let that go without a comment.

Leaning back against the couch cushions he rested his arms along its back, opening himself wide to her. Still, there were the guns along his side. He couldn’t go anywhere without at least a little protection and iron couldn’t be bribed. “Sounds like we have a deal, . So why don’t you shimmy out of those clothes and prove you’re worth this career advancement. Do you think you can do that, Anya?”

 

[La_Reina]

Anya waited. She was sure he would tell her to fuck off but he actually seemed to consider her words. Something that instantly put her guard up. "I'm fucking serious Ant. I will put a hit on you. Every bitch will already know that you are off limits or she can kiss her skinny ass goodbye. And every girl knows you won't protect them, which brings me to me. I want your word; your protection!"

Anya wasn't sure if he was listening to her. She sighed and knew her high sexual appetite would be a good thing; she just didn't realize it was to fuck a mobster so she could keep tabs on him. "The way Chaz looks at me I can easily turn his ass." It was a small comeback but it made her feel just a bit better as she lifts her arms up and takes off her shirt. Her caramel breasts exposed to the A.C. in her apartment making her nipples harden instantly. She shimmies out of her pants wearing a pair of lime green lace panties.

"Your turn big boy. Show me yours I'll show you mine." She took a few few steps forward and grabbed his arms pulling him to his feet. "I want a sexy strip tease baby. Make me wet." She laughed unsure of how he would react to her dominant position. Some men would find it alluring or addicting and others would get pissed. She hoped that Anthony was secure enough with his masculinity to realize she wasn't trying to cut his balls off.

 

[TheGrind]

“When girls come for me, they don’t come for protection, baby,” Anthony smiled at her as he listened to her go on about the things she’d do to those girls. But he didn’t care because he didn’t care about them. Women were virtually meaningless to him even though he tried having them around him as much as he could. When the night came he just needed a place to put his dick Now he was confident he’d be able to bring home any woman he wanted; it wasn’t just confidence in the way he looked, spoke or acted. He had enough money to make him the most attractive man in the room if everything failed.

Anthony shrugged off her comment about Chazz, not wanting to picture the guy while Anya’s nipples pleaded for attention. “You want my word?” he asked casually, not even bother to strip his eyes away from her breasts. “Fine, you got it. But if you’re going to be the only girl, you’re going to have to pull overtime. You’re going to have to come when I need you and I don’t take excuses very well. Though I’m sure my reputation precedes me,” he ended the last with a soft laugh and a smirk as he looked to her eyes. It was serious now.

Then he let her take his hands, bringing him up to stand. She wanted a dance? She wasn’t about to get one. Slipping his hands from hers he set his hands against the sides of her breasts, with gentle pressure pushing them together as his lips leaned into hers. Briefly his tongue snaked out but he didn’t maintain the kiss. Breaking it quickly as one of his thumbs flicked back and forth against her nipple he stared into her eyes.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and really put that mouth to work.”

 

[La_Reina]

Anya sighed a bit when he gave his word. She couldn't like a dumb ass in front of everyone else. Especially if she was supposed to be his and he was fucking everything else. This was a victory even if he didn't know it. Anya licks her lip as he reminded her about having to fuck him on a continuous basis. She just hoped he could keep up. None of her other boyfriends could. Making her look up and see a psychiatrist, off the books, about if she had a sexual problem. She never went back.

When Ant actually stands Anya smiles. She thought she was going to get that strip tease, but she should have known better. The man squeezes her breasts together and kisses her. Oh boy could he kiss. The man had that down to a fine art. Anya practically melted in his hands and her back arched feeling his thumb flicker over her.

Anya wanted to tell him to please her first but reality kicked in. If she was going to do this than she was going to do this. Anya sinks to her knees, reaching forward to unzip his pants, and pulling him from his confines. Anya blinks. The man was half hard and was thick even if he wasn't as long. He was nice and Anya felt her mouth watering wanting a taste. She leans forward wrapping her lips around the head; her tongue flicking it. She pushes bringing more into her mouth, moaning at his velvety smoothness; at the hardening of him.

A hand snakes up to cup his balls, playing with them as she keeps sucking him deeper into her mouth. Her eyes close as she luxuriates in the feel of a nice hard cock. Forgetting she was supposed to be pleasing him and at the same time doing so. She feels him hit the back of her throat, her eyes open, and she could feel her gag reflex trying to kick in. She still had an inch or two to have him fully in her mouth, but she eases him out. She's never deep throatted before. She beings to bob her head on him while her hand continues playing with his soft ball sack as she enjoys the feel of him in her mouth.

 

[TheGrind]

Anya was a beautiful thing. Her skin, her daring demeanor, the ease with which it seemed she obeyed him. Letting loose a sigh he felt her as she slid down his body he stared down at her, watching her work until she opened his pants. Still with his eyes bearing down on her he watched her as she took his dick out, accepting it into her mouth. She was going to be a nice piece of ass.

Taking in a breath he let it go as he felt himself slipping into her throat. Just before he was about to slip the rest of the way in she pulled him out just a little. Anthony was disappointed but he wasn’t about to be deterred. He’d take his own time out on her and he really didn’t care what she thought of it. She wanted the deal and he was going to make sure she earned it with every inch.

Anthony’s right hand gripped the back of her head, along with a tuft of hair and he sunk his hips into her face. The grind was slow as he dove deeper into her mouth, uncaring about the gag reflex she may or may not have had. What he wanted to feel was every inch of his cock surrounded by her mouth, being pleasured but that sharp tongue he’d come to know, and would constantly abuse. Only when he felt her nose digging into the flesh of his stomach did he remove his cock, just as slowly, from her mouth. But he didn’t begin face fucking her instead he took a step back.

“Anya, let’s not drag this on any longer than it needs to be. The only reason I’m involved in this deal with you is to get pussy. Pussy that doesn’t need to get paid off or fought over. I’m sure your mouth can do the trick but I want you to toss those panties aside and bend over the couch,” then he released the grip he had on her hair to let her stand, strip and stretch.

“One more thing, girl. There’s a no condom rule,” he laughed a little before adding, “And I will cum where I please.”

It was a test mixed with a ton of truth. If she wasn’t going to go through with this then he’d know she wasn’t really into it. If he couldn’t count on her to be his slut then he wasn’t willing to put his money next to hers. The chance for partnership would come to an abrupt end. For him, sex was prized higher than cash, hell, he only chased cash so he could get the girls.

 

[La_Reina]

Anya couldn't beleive the nerve of Ant as he takes a handful of her hair and pushes his cock into her mouth. At first she tried to stop him, but there was no stopping him. He hit her throat and then another inch went down. Anya swallowed and realized she was deep throating him and worse; she liked his aggressiveness, his taking control. Just as fast as the lust came so did panic. She was running out of air and he was taking his sweet time moving out of her throat. Finally he was out and she took in deep breaths only to reaize he was pulling all the way out. Anya looked up with confusion and a little bit of hurt. Did he think she wasn't good enough?

Anya listened to his version of what-women-are-made-for and her role in it. Again Anya hadn't had a good fuck in a long time. Plus it was for the deal. It was work. It had nothing to do that Anthony had a fat dick or the rumors. The rumors that Anthony was a great fucker; not lover. He doesn't make love, but he'll make you scream cumming.

She stood up with his help and she slide her panties down her long legs before kicking them aside. She crawled up the couch eagerly. She was half trying to hide how much she wanted that in her. It was for the job. Not anything else. She nodded at his words. "No worries I'm on the pill." The cum where he pleases though they'll discuss that later. "Now come fuck me or are you going to yap all night long!"

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony didn’t care what went through her mind. His phone was like a drive-thru window and he could have anything made to order at any hour of the night. The deal would probably go bad but at least he’d be kept in steady supply of sex. Other than that, he did like her just-shut-up-and-do-it attitude. It endeared him toward her, if only as a whore. He considered Anya worth little more than that, yet he had yet to slip his dick into her.

Letting her strip off the rest of the little bit of clothing that was hiding her most valuable part, he watched her as she bent herself over the couch. It was a proposition that was always hard to turn down; one that would turn harder when accepted. The agreement, about cumming, about the pill, it didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t his problem. It was something for her to deal with. In a way, she was a warm, self-cleaning blow up doll. Briefly he wondered if she even thought he’d lay with her after... of course he had no plans for it. Anthony had his own bed. He had his own place.

Approaching from behind her, Anthony slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing the length of his index finger along her pussy. Back and forth it grinded against her before he removed his hand, replacing the void with his cock. Again he didn’t let it slip inside her, instead he ground it against her flesh. Anthony was drawing out his pleasure while teasing her with hers.

 

[La_Reina]

Anya groaned feeling his finger rub along her pussy. She was pressing her hips back against his fingers needing to feel him deep in her; growling her impatience. She wasn't going to press her luck any further by being demanding or aggressive, but she wasn't to sit back and do everything he wanted and said. She wasn't a rug either.

"Dammit!" She yealled when he ground his dick into her wet cetner. It was enough to get her pussy flooding but not enough to give her what she truly wanted or desired. Anya tossed back her head her hair flying back over her shoulders before gently landing on her back. "Ant baby," she pleaded as he continued teasing the hell out of her.

Anya reached back grabbing Ant's thighs and pressed him close to her. She leaned back over her shoulder and pulled his head down to hers. She kissed him passionately, hard. She closed her eyes and pretended that they were true lovers not an undercover cop and a mobster each trying to get something from the other to survive. "Oh Ant, baby, fuck me now!"

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony could tell she wanted it. He thought she was an impatient little thing anyway her pleading, her want only made him want it more. Letting her pull his head down he embraced their lip lock, his tongue slipping against hers as he brought his hips toward hers again. Again he could feel her pussy but this time he didn’t slide against her, he slid into her.

He broke the kiss then as he stood upright, gripping her hips with his hands as he shoved himself deeper inside her. Anthony wasn’t concerned with how she felt. This was her deal, she wanted it so he was going to take what he wanted how he wanted it. Anthony wasn’t patient with her. With his hands still on her hips he pulled her sharply toward him as he slammed his hips against her, burying his cock inside her.

Then he held himself in that spot for a few passing seconds before he started to build a slow but steady rhythm. Nothing else mattered in that moment except being able to fuck Anya. Pleasure flooded his mind. Anthony’s mind was clouded by it.

 

[La_Reina]

Anya felt Anthony pull away from her lips as he finally took ahold of her hips and drive into her. She moaned loudly at the thickness; his velvet cock filling her. Her head whip side to side as he slammed himself deep into her harder and harder. "Oh gawd, yes." She bit her lip and waited, but he held himself still. He wouldn't move. What the fuck?! Maybe he's tired or already too close?

Anya caught her breath and waited for him to gain his composure. After what seemed forever, but was probably a few seconds he finally started to stroke in her. He was going so slow, too slow. Anya didn't want slow. She wanted to fuck. She tried to get him to go faster with moans. That didn't work. She tried helping by upping the pace with her body but he would only squeeze her hips tight and continue that slow maddeninly pace. "Fuck, Anthony. You fuck like an old man!"

Anya couldn't believe she was going to have to fuck this man and for a moment she was deeply saddened. She rather continue not having sex than have to put up with something that wasn't going to worth the trouble. Maybe all those tales and rumors of him being a sex god were his way of ensuring he'll always have a steady supply of women. Hell, Anya was ready to tell him that the whole sex-only-with-her thing could be thrown out the window.

 

[TheGrind]

The girl had no idea what kind of trouble she’d gotten herself into by saying those things. She’d learn the same way they all learned, the hard way.

“You fuck old men?” he questioned her as he grabbed a tuft of her hair, pulling it back suddenly and harshly. The kindness had drained from his soul like as though it were black ink in a bottomless pit. On the verge of tearing her apart he decided to spare her for the moment. “Maybe we’ll put you on the street where we can find your worth.”

Anthony was serious in his declaration as he slammed his hips against hers. It was no longer soft or slow, he was fucking her. He didn’t care if she had time to adjust or was expecting anything he was bringing. It was all force. And it was constant. His dick worked like a piston in and out of her; cries, pleas, moans, any words that happened upon his ears were just ignored. All he wanted from her now was to fuck this girl and then turn her loose on the street; let her prove her worth to him. If she was going to run her mouth he was going to put it to work.

 

[La_Reina]

That seemed to do it. Anya was surprised when he started fucking her the way she secretly liked. His cock pounding deep into her barely giving her time to breath as she felt him slam into her. Even the pulling of her hair was what she craved. It was hard to find a man who could pull her hair and use it as a leash to slam into her.

Anya ignored his little street speech. She wasn't considered a bad bitch just for shits and giggles. Hell even now they were inches away from 2 knives she had stashed around her apartment. She just let him keep pounding into her. "Yes, fuck me Anthony... I'm cuuuuuuu-" Anya never finished as her body started shaking and jerking as she orgasmed. Her pussy gripped him tightly and milked him as she screamed her release. Anya was so far gone she only barely heard Anthony's grunts, but she felt his cock pulsing.

Anya fell onto the couch tired and with a lazy smile. She stretched and pushed herself up to go into the bathroom to clean herself off. She came out wearing a long white shirt. "So you wanna -" But Anthony was already straightening his clothes and pulling on his jacket. "Ohhhhkay." Anya guessed he had no intentions of spending the night which she had kinda thought he would. She felt like a whore, but she kept that feeling down deep.

Anya opened the door and Anthony was walking out. A new security guard she hadn't met came walking by. "Hello officer." Anya blinked rapidly trying to think. She knew the penthouse knew back a few years ago she was a cop that's how she got a discount and if anything really bad happened in the apartment building she was the one to talk to, but she had spoken to the manager requesting that she wasn't available 4 years ago. Back when she was starting her undercover work.

But the manager and even the apartment company had changed a few times and she had no one hint that they knew she was cop. Yes, she shoulda changed homes, but she had an excellent view. "I'm sorry." Anya turned to Anthony. "You're a cop?!"

The security guard looked at her and it was now she realized the guard had been waiting and buildling himself up. He had probably been outside her door trying to think of the perfect way to tell her he knew and he probably wanted somethign. What she did not know? He was so nervous and jittery. "No your the cop an officer ..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old newspaper clipping when she was a rookie cop. "...Anya Lowe. Look I need a favor. My brother is going to go to jail..."

Anya wasn't listening. She was looking at Anthony and shaking her head. "You have the wrong girl. I'm not a cop. I'M NOT A COP!"

The guard blinks for a moment and opens the clipping to show her face staring at her. "This is you right?"

Anya tried to think fast as she shook her head. "SHIT!" She ran back into her apartment grabbing a knife and holding it at Anthony who naturally was coming at her. Her stance was wide and she waved it back and forth at him hoping she could get to her gun cache. Something that was needed and required, but now she wished she had a gun just lying about.

 

[TheGrind]

When their chase stalled as suddenly as it began shook his head, speaking with double meaning, “You fucking cop.” But Anthony wasn’t scared of the knife. He had his clothes and a gun that never left them. From his shoulder holster Anthony pulled out his gun, his eyes still on Anya, “Hey baby, I think I might need some help, too. I think I might be wanted for killing and kidnaping.”

Then he half turned, fired off two shots into the guard’s chest before turning back to Anya, pointing the gun at her. “We can do this one of two ways. You can drop your weapon, walk around in front of me and we can leave. Or if you feel like being especially difficult I can shoot out one of your knees and drag your ass out. The first might be a little easier but the second just might be a little more fun, if not completely messy. But you have to make your decision fast or I’ll make it for you since I don’t think it’d look good in court to be holding a gun to a police girl while a hotel guard gurgles on his own blood just outside your front door.”

Anthony waited two seconds before he spoke again. “Make your choice. If I think you’re trying anything I won’t be afraid to put one in your back... or your front.”

 

[La_Reina]

Most people didn't know what Anthony looked like, but if she would have said his name, maybe the kid would have put two and two together. Or maybe he was so worried about his brother he wouldn't have been thinking. Why else would a cop claim not to be a cop? It didn't matter. What mattered was that Anya was stuck. She would need both hands to open her safe. She had a knife, but that wouldn't stop Anthony. And .. oh shit Anthony was pulling out a gun.

Anya could only watch as Anthony put two into the kid who immediately dropped and was dying in the hallway. She was sure someone was already calling 911. All she had to do was stall and they'll get Ant for murder and that would be one way to salvage this whole cluster fuck. Though to make sure she was sure her commanding officer was calling her private phone now to confirm if she was involved in the gun fire or not. If she didn't answer he'll send over a squad.

As Anya debated Anthony grew impatient. Anya dropped the knife; just let it fall to the floor. She wasn't sure if the police would get here in time. "Anthony, baby. I'm not a cop." Before Anthony could cry bullshit on her she continued on. "I used to be a cop. I was a dirty cop. Cop pay sucks. The criminals make more money. You know I served time. Well they kept that cop part out of the papers and off my record. I'm no longer a cop. Honest. Anthony. It's me. Anya you know me."

Anya slowly approached him. She was still just wearing the long white shirt. She could hide nothing. "We're partners! We're lovers! Anthony!" Anya waited. It seemed forever as she watched him decide. Please let this work. Please.

 

[TheGrind]

Training his weapon on her he wasn’t about to let her out of his sight or to let her stall him anymore than she already had. “We’re going to figure out what you are, don’t worry about that. But we’re not going to figure it out here,” Anthony spoke, grabbing her wrist and quickly throwing her toward the door before she’d have any chance to attempt a reversal on him. Cops knew tricks and with one hand on a weapon he knew he could be slowed at close range. But after shoving her toward the door he held his position, staring at her back.

“Start walking outside,” he ordered then thought. “Take the stairs and you better move fast. Shooting out your knee won’t be a problem and neither will carrying your light weight. When we get downstairs we’ll head to my car. You’ll drive, I’ll sit behind you and then I’ll toss you the keys. Just don’t try anything once we get moving, alright? No one wants their body to be identified by a dentist.”

The man outside the door had stopped moving around, the body occasionally shooting a twitch into its extremities due to dying nerves. It still shot shivers down his spine when he saw it but he was too heated now to let it bother him. Anthony had to get out and take the possible cop with him before more cops arrived. There was no chance in Hell he was going to prison. He’d rather die, taking his bitch with him.

 

[La_Reina]

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Anya tried again. "You know what I am." She was caught off guard when he threw her toward the door. She stumbled and walked out her carpet soaking up the kids blood and when she walked her foot sunk an inch into his blood. "Oh no," Anya moaned as she tried to move backwards only to have Ant push her forward. "Yeah let's get out of here. This is going to be hard to explain and I'm not going to back to jail. I'm never going back." Anya's tone was hard, that of a criminal that had been to hell and back. That should give her some cred.

Anya followed his directions going down the stairs. Her blood footprints marking the path. It was a long way down and they had to go fast or risk running into the cops. By the time they made it to the doors, her feet were dirty and no longer bloody. She got into his car and caught the keys that were tossed into her lap. Starting the engine she took off in time to see cops pulling up to her apartment. "Whew, that was close Anthony honey. Hopefully they'll think it's some sort of gang violence that took you and me. We'll think of something. Or I guess I will. We won't even say you were there. We'll have to ditch the gun too." Anya was hoping play the 'we' game and he'll start thinking we.

"Where do you want me to drive?"

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony remained behind the girl, remaining unconvinced until proof told him otherwise. A newspaper clipping and a green hotel guard was damning evidence in his eyes and nothing she could say between the stairs to their destination was going to change that. “I’m not getting rid of the gun. If I have the gun, then they don’t. Which means you’re not getting it.”

Then she asked him where he wanted to go. When they were racing down the stairs a number of names ran unfiltered through his mind. It’d have to be somebody he absolutely trusted to not only house him for a little while, but someone who’d be willing to take the girl too... without fucking her. At last Anthony spoke, “Let’s go to Charlie’s, downtown. I think you were there once.”

After that he secured himself in his backseat, the weapon trained on the back of the seat in front of him. Anthony wasn’t about to give her an inch. If she was lying there’d be plenty of pain he’d have to deal out, if she were telling the truth then they still had an agreement. Either way he wanted her alive although the condition wasn’t paramount.

 

[La_Reina]

Anya didn't know what was in store. She had no way of contacting her handler. She was so fucked. "Charlie's yeah. We'll be safe there. Until this all dies down. We need to come up with a story." Hopefully if she kept making this seem like 'they're fucked', 'we,' and how they could get out of this maybe he'll start to think the same way. She had to hold onto that. Until she had to admit it she wasn't going to admit shit.

Anya pulled into an alley and then into a private garage at Charlie's that only a select few knew about. She shut off the car and kept her hands on the steering wheel in plain sight of Ant. She was sure he hid a gun in his car and maybe she could find it, but she had to be careful. "Anthony we're here. Now let's get our stories straight."

Anya turned around and stared at Anythony. Her hands were on the seat where he could see them. She didn't want him to get parnoid. She leaned closer to him as if two lovers who had to think of a way out of a messy situation. "Let's say that I was over at your place tonight. You came by, but I went with you. We don't know who broke in, but the doorman was killed because they saw the culprit." Hopefully no one would put the footprints together that they were hers, but she was sure she could get that overlooked.

"How does that plan sound to you, baby?"

 

[TheGrind]

“The first thing we’re going to do is get out of the car. So, get out of the car and don’t make any strange moves,” Anthony spoke plainly, still unsure if he could trust the girl he’d just fucked. But there were plenty of girls who carried that title. “Our stories don’t matter here. We’re all innocent until caught by the cops.”

Anthony wasn’t concerned for the moment. He knew his girl didn’t have a weapon on her, hell she hardly had any clothes on at all except for that long shirt. He only wondered what Charlie would think seeing her walk through the front door looking like that because Anthony sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her in the car.

“From here on out you’re on lockdown, got it? You don’t do anything without me near you until I figure out what you are and what you’re doing. If you come out clean you’ve got nothing to worry about but if it turns out you’re a cop, I’ll put a fucking bullet between your eyes. Who knows, I may even frame you for the murder of that kid. That’s the plan until things change. Take the keys, drop them on the floor of the garage and don’t do anything stupid like kick them under the car.” Everything was a weapon to Anthony. It was tough for him to trust anything, or anyone and so he didn’t.

 

[La_Reina]

Anya nodded periodically to Anthony. He still didn't trust her, but she could sense doubt there. As he continued talking she felt her adrenaline speed up. He was starting to trust her again. She just had to keep talking and working him. She can spin this in her favor. "Okay, Anthony. I'll do whatever you want."

Anya waited before opening the door and stepping out of the car. She dropped the keys like he wanted, and stepped away from them. Anya didn't like the street and wished she had something on her feet. With prodding from Anthony she led the way into the small bar ran by Charlie. The door was unlocked, but as soon as they opened the door you could hear Charlie in the back, "We're Close."

"Even for us Charlie baby," Anya called out to him. Charlie came out to the front and walked up to them smiling. Anya stayed between Charlie and Anthony so the man wuldn't see the gun at her back. She was hoping Anthony would recongize this and trust her even more. "Hey Charlie."

Charlie smiled before hugging and kissing Anya's cheek. "I know you like to dress fashionably, but this is risque. You look almost like a street walker." Anya gasped and playfully punched Charlie's arm. She turned to Anthony not sure what to do or say without his permission first. Charlie turned his attention to Anthony before asking if they wanted a beer.

 

[TheGrind]

After she got out of the car and followed he instructions, Anthony trained the gun on her as he left the car and bent for the keys. Pocketing them, he urged her forward with the barrel of the weapon until they entered and heard Charlie’s voice. Anthony would be safe in here and escape for Anya would be doubly troublesome if she made the attempt. He still wasn’t sure which road to take, not until they conducted an even more extensive background check on the girl he’d just got through fucking and running with.

Once Charlie came out, Anthony tucked away the weapon. He watched the two getting along with one another and wasn’t about to break that up. No doubt Charlie would be pissed if he found out but Anya knew the location anyway; still, Anthony needed a place to hide out and the only person that mattered in the entire world was him.

“She practically is, isn’t she?” Anthony spoke up with a smile as he briefly turned to lock the door shut before moving toward the barcounter. Pulling himself up on a chair he looked across the counter and said okay to the beers. While Charlie retrieved them, Anthony went on, “She needs a place to hang out for a few days, someone to keep an eye on her. Anya here might be a partner in one of my deals and I want her under your eye until we find out and I make my decision.”

As Anthony took the beer he took a drink, looking to Anya, “Sit down, we’ll find you some clothes later. Unless you prefer your new style.”

 

[La_Reina]

Anya heard the double entrenade with Anthony. Her eyes flared before they lighted up with mischief and a tinkle in her eye like Anthony was joking. It wasn't lost on her that he locked them in. She followed him to the bar counter and watched the two talking. Anthony was sitting, Charlie was behind the bar, and she was just standing there waiting.

Actually she was waiting. She was hesitating. This was her chance to make a run for it. How long could she fake this? If they dig back far enough, if his contacts went deep enough, they might find out she was still a cop. If Charlie found out he would kill her and rape her dead corpse. That man was fun and sweet, but truly fucked up in the mind. Anya had this deep foreboding that she was at a crossroads. If she was found out she might actually have to prove she is a crooked cop, but how would he trust her? She said she wasn't a cop. Or she was a cop but a crooked cop or .. shit. She was forgetting her own lies. What was she?

Anya smiled and sat down at Anthony's command. Anya didn't know what to say about the babysitting duty Anthony was giving Charlie. She smiled and shrugged as if to say 'you know how it goes.' The foreboding feeling left her and she knew she made her choice. She didn't run which she should have. She stayed. Hopefully she wasn't fucked.

"No. I think a bra, panties, and definitely some pants would be better. I don't think the guys would be able to help themselves." Anya blew a kiss at Charlie as she flirted before bumping shoulders with Anthony in a joking manner. She leaned close to him to show that she was still his girl. "But it sounds like your going to leave. You're going to stay with me right?"