Too Hot to Handle

[BLACK BART]

for Caela & I

Too Hot to Handle​

My name is Smith.

That’s right, Smith, as in Damian T. Smith. You can save all the crappy jokes about the last name, I’ve heard enough of them to last me a lifetime, they’re NOT funny, so don’t expect me to waste a smile on them, or my time.

I live in Chicago. Not the Chicago of modern day mind you, but the Chicago of yester-year, at a period of time when the City was YOUNG, Alive and growing with the impetuousness of itself…

The 30’s you nitwit, the time period is the thirties! The ROARING 30’s,the Big Bands, Speak-Easies, Prohibition, the first short, short skirt, the first tight, tight sweater…. when the automobile was changing the way we lived, and made that living…

Got the picture, mac?

Good, maybe there’s hope for you yet!

Now pay attention, because this is where the story begins, so LISTEN closely, or in your situation READ closely.

Like I said, my name is Smith…Mister Smith to those that don’t know me, Damian to the few that I let close enough to use that endearment… I own and operate a string of Clubs across this growing city, sort of a humanitarian service, I like it think of it…bringing that to those who need it, at a price they can afford.

Good question, I’m glad you asked…My “that” is booze and cigarettes, and a place to enjoy them without harassments, or wives…

And the price? Heyyyyy, You are a smart cookie, aren’t ya? The price is, of course…as MUCH as I can get! Considering the first is illegal, and the second almost impossible to find…

God Bless Prohibition, I tall ya! My clubs were doing ok before it, but when they made the stuff illegal? Laughs…I make a mill every month!

OK, Ok…So you’re getting the picture, so what’s the story, right?

Well, like almost any good story, it’s about a Woman…and that woman was NO Lady, let me tell ya….

She was the hottest number I’ve ever laid my eyes on…and that was before I got to know her! Afterwards, I found out she was as hot to touch, as she was to look at…In fact…She was Too Hot to Handle…

What she was doing in my club that night I wasn’t quite sure, but I was glad she arrived, what she did to my life?

Well…. That’s what I’m going to tell you about, so make yourself comfortable, pull up a chair…have a drink and a smoke. On me, of course….

It was May…May 25th, to be exact, I had opened a new Club that night, and named it (ready for this?) “The Speak Easy”

What? You don’t think someone else coined that phrase, did ya?

Like I was sayin, it was opening night, and I was at the door, greeting my guests personally, shakin hands, kissin the girls hands, buying the first drink…you know, that sort of thing…Callin by their first names and letting know I appreciated them comin to the opener…

It was that night I met her, she kinda took me off guard…Not being on the list and all…But I adjusted easy enough, and bought her a drink anyways, trying to score points and get close enough ta see if the package was as good as it looked from a distance…

 

[caela]

You didn't think Damien would be the only one telling this story did you?

My name is Rachel Harrison and if you want the truth of the matter you might want to take my advice and just skim over most of his blathering...a lot of it is just to satisfy his own ego.

About all he got right was the date....

May 25 and I had a new assignment. As the token woman PI in the city (they only allowed me my license because they a woman who could get close to the damned gangsters cropping up but that didn't stop me from being good at my job) it fell to me to be the point on almost any long running undercover investigation into the clubs opening up all over town.

A new club opened and I was there for it. The fact that I was never on any of the lists didn't matter, I was chosen for my job as much for my looks as for the fact that I had the brains to pull it off as well. A short skirt to show off a pair of long legs, a form fitting sweater (preferably that showed just a hint of cleavage) a pair of heels and leaving my firey red curls down to float around my back did the trick and nearly every door I walked up to.

Men are just too damned easy sometimes.

My job that night, go to the opening of the "Speak Easy" and try to get one Mr. Damien Smith to sit up and take notice. The local boys had been trying to nails him forever but could never get anything concrete. Since he wouldn't let anything slip to the "boys club" they figured it was time to try a woman's touch and hope that he'd let something slip between the sheets.

Entering the bar that night was a piece of cake. A smile at the bouncer at the door, a little flirting, honest interest in my sparkling sapphire eyes (he really was good looking!) and bingo! I was in.

That night I'd worn something different. Lots of women were still wearing shorter numbers but I wanted to make a splash and be noticed and since it was an opening everyone would be as dressed up as they could be. That meant suits and gowns for those that could afford them. My own gown clung to my curves like a second skin and was a Rachel Harrison original.

Yes I make my own clothes, it's cheaper than buying them and I tend to like my own designs better than anything in the shops anyway.

Anyway the dress was made out of a material few could afford anymore...silk. I loved it and only wore it very rarely. It had a high neck that wrapped in a small band around my throat and left my arms and back bared. The deep green was a perfect accent to my red mane and made my eyes snap fiercly blue. The skirt of the gown swirled around my legs and the matching heels clicked merrily as I walked.

I don't know about being "too hot to handle" as Damien puts it but he seemed properly impressed.

 

[BLACK BART]

Singer, she had said...

She wanted to be "The Singer"

I had to admire her guts.

Among her other assets, that is...

Fact is I had thought often of having a real, live singer in the Clubs...

And one who looked like Ray would draw the crowds, add "Ambiance" as she told me...

And to top it off, she could sing...when she crooned a song about lost love there wasn't a dry eye in the house, and when she tossed about a lively tune and swayed her body?

Well if you've ever dreamed of the perfect woman, put her in the most elegant and revealing of dresses, then set her on a stage directly in front of you...

*sigh*

I had to add more staff. Security guards to protect my guests from themselves, so to speak, the combination of "booze and broads" too much for even the sternest character to handle...

Despite the amount of alchohol consumed, and it was a LARGE amount, the male guests left the Speak-Easy with hard-ons, and I had a brilliant idea.

"I'm going to add whores to the menu"

I remember confiding to Ray after a week of her working for me.

"Not the gutter trash, two bit, disease ridden kind you find on every corner, but a better class of woman that will make the men want them, when they can't have you."

*chuckles*

I can still remember the look on her face...Looking back I thought it was amazement at my brilliance, but later on I knew it was horror, as if she had created some kind of monster...

But I was too busy to dwell on it, because despite her looks and talent, Ray had taken an interest in me.

What?

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

I'm not the most pleasant thing to look at. To call my face "rugged" or "masculine" would be a kind description... Black hair and blue eyes looked over a nose that was broken and healed slightly askew, the cut from a knife still evident on my right cheek after 4 years... I was a fighter, raised in a harsh world where you were either a victim, or a winner...and I had chosen long ago not to be the victim...

Still I cut a good figure in a suit, my broad shoulders making it necessary for a custom fit, my hips trim and layered with muscles... Women in the past told me my body was in better than good shape, the work on the railroad docks in years giving me a build and hardness they liked in bed...

So there, Ray looked past my thug exterior and saw the better, inner me...at least that's what I told myself, and for once I thought I had found...a friend?

Not that I dropped my guard, you understand...the coppers had tried to snare me before, and though it was a wild shot, I wouldn't put it past them to use a dame...

They had tried everything else, and failed!

Because I had a system, you see?

Another of my simple, flawless designs...Just when they thought they had a location figured out, I changed it.

Just when they were sure I was operating a "speak-easy" and raided it, they found a church social...

God I loved the look on thier faces when they burst in on fifity old ladies, crying and ranting thier praise to God above, thier hands and faces raised to the ceiling as they sang in thier off tune voices.

And the funny thing about the whole thing? The socials were real! I sponsored them and gave generous donations to each, and the people there loved me...laughing at the joke played on the coppers as they watched them leave empty handed!

OK, ok...I'm getting off the subject.

My favorite subject, as it is...

Ray....Red headed Ray....

At the end of the first week I invited her to stay with me.

And to my amazement she accepted, telling me she had been staying in a dive of a hotel, and was "taken" with me, to boot...

So after her last performance I had the car brought around, and we loaded her bag...and her...into it for the ride to my place.

Now I bet you're wondering what happened when we got there, after, that is..I gave her the "tour" of the three story, thirty one room mansion.

The part where we get to the bedrooms, and IF we shared ...one bed, or two?

 

[caela]

Well, he got most of that right at least.

He hired me on as a singer. I was the first girl to sing in any of his clubs and he found it seemed to bring in a bit higher class of clientele. Oh they still drank, smoked and gambled to their hearts content but they also came in in suits and dresses and with more money than usual. Apparently a singer (especially one who dressed the way I did) added a touch of class to the joint.

When he told me he was adding whores to the club I was horrified. The look on my face seemed to amuse him but he also seemed to think it was a look of admiration. It took all of my control not to smack him at that point but I managed to restrain myself and let the matter drop. The fact was money was pretty scarce for most people and a lot of women had turned to the worlds oldest profession and could do a lot worse than to work for Damien who would pay them well on top of whatever tips they earned from their "clients".

It only took him a week to ask me to move in....men are so easy sometimes.

I said yes of course and showed up to work that saturday with only a suitcase and my sewing bag. I never was one to be a packrat so packing most of my things wasn't hard. Only the truly personal belongings remained back at my own apartment. He went a long with it not seeming to find it odd that I had so little.

The first problem came when we got to his place and I was confronted by the problem of whether to share a room with him or not. Instead of being direct I hedged. I knew eventually I would have to sleep with him (not an altogether unpleasant prospect) but not quite yet. He was hot for me, but I wanted to string him a long a little longer yet.

I asked for my own room but one close to his and ended up right next door. It gave me my own space but also made me readily accessible once I did finally let him past that door.

A door that I left him staring at each night for two more weeks though I did let him grow ever more bolder, drawing out the chase.

 

[BLACK BART]

OK, So it wasn't a honeymoon, but what did you expect?

I sure as hell didn't know what to, that's for sure.

'Sides, I had a business to run, and with the addition of a Singer AND the "escort service" I was a busy, busy man.

You like that name? "Escort Service"?, it kinda fit the new look the clubs were getting, and as the clientelle began to increase, not only in numbers, but in "class" I had enough money to remodel and redecorate, adding electric lighting, flushing toilets...and of all things, (at Ray's suggestion) table clothes with tiny candles in the center.


Oh, she mentioned the seperate room bit, did she?

Yeah, she did get her own room from the get go. It kind of struck me funny, most women I dated in those days wanted IN my bed, as quick as possible, as IF bedding me was a sure fire guarntee that we'd get all warm and fuzzy and do something stupid like get married. (shudder)

It was refreshing, Ray was different then the others, I knew that right off, she was smart and good looking, AND she wasn't afraid to speak her mind...

OK, the room bit...Every night after she finished singing, we had created a routine... we returned to my house for dinner, then relaxed for a drink in the den, talking about nothing, getting to get to know each other...and not doing anything more...

It was nice, to actually hold a conversation with a woman and not have to worry about getting her into bed, or having to answer the endless questions from my chums back at the club about how good in bed she was...

Still it wasn't easy to watch her after she changed into those gauzy night-gowns she wore, and if I didn't know better I would have sworn she deliberately stood between me and the fireplace so I could see she wore next to nothing under them.

The worst was watching her sway out of my bedroom and into hers through that door, and then hear the lock click closed with a sound that reminded me all too well of a gun being cocked...before it was fired.

Still every morning I was up early, the chore of going over the books was growing, and if it hadn't been for the education I had in college I would have never believed the amount of cash that was now rolling in...

College? Yeah I went...after the "Big One" my pa insisted I get an education and use it, so I wouldn't have to be in some trench hole dodging bullets shot at me by a foreigner that didn't even speak the right language...

So I went, and though I tried hard NOT to, I learned...Though I quickly learned when I returned to drop the cultured tones and readopt the local lingo...Even made my pop proud of me, for a while he forgot losing mom...and almost returned to normal....

But I'm blabbering again, aren't I? So I'll quit and wrap it up...

Business was good...The money was adding up...The places were looking better than ever....

Even the local coppers were being good about thier weekly "allowances" I paid them, making sure we were warned in case there was a "Raid" planned by one of the local politicians who wanted to look good before re-lection time...So we could switch locations before they arrived...

Things were really looking up, That is until the two week anniversary of hiring Ray came around, and she decided to crawl into my bed...

 

[caela]

I have to admit that tormenting Damien each night was rather fun. It started simply enough. When we got home one night instead of heading straight into the den I asked him to excuse me for a moment and went upstairs where I changed out of my evening gown and into a nightgown. That night I didn't go down in just the nightgown however but was kind enough to wear a bathrobe over it.

The bathrobe quit coming down when he started lighting the fires. I used them as an excuse to not wear it claiming that the fire made the room to warm but that I liked them. So the robe stayed upstairs and the nightgowns gradually became shorter and thinner.

So did I stand in front of the fire deliberatly to taunt him??? Of course?!

Each night when I left him I could see the banked lust in his eyes and had to admit that the drawn out game was fun but becoming less satisfying as I started going to bed frustrated myself.

Job or not I actually was drawn to Damien.

Finally on the two week anniversary of my moving in I decided it was time to be bold. I'd thought he would have made the first move by now but it seemed that Damien had more patience than I did. I was used to getting what I wanted and that night I wanted Damien and knew from the way he'd been looking at me that I could have him.

I left him like normal that night, going into my own room but this time I didn't lock the door. I had thought he would take the hint but apparently I'd thought wrong. Having waited for an hour I finally slipped from my own bed and silently made my way to his door. I thought to knock but decided against it and instead simply opened the door and stepped inside.

He was already asleep.

I couldn't help it but to stand there and watching him sleep for a few moments. He looked so calm and peaceful without any of the tension that sometimes surrounded him at the club. Gently I slipped back the sheets and blankets and slid into the bed with him. Snuggling in against him he found me smiling gently up at his when his eyes fluttered open in surprise.

"Howdy stranger," I murmured as he looked down at me, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips.

 

[BLACK BART]

All right, confession time...

Growing up in the world I did, under the conditions I was raised, and survived in?

There was no room for tenderness, or for caring...

Not that the basic urges didn't exist, or that they weren't satisfied...

The women I "dated" came to me under no disguises...I had something they wanted, and so did they offer something in return, that the sex was good between us was a bonus...and nothing more.

And if they tried to demand more of the "relationship"?

It became time to move on...

But this woman...this Lady...was different...

And when I woke to find her in my bed...her lips caressing my own as her words came softly to my ears, I did the one thing I had yearned to do since I met her...

I kissed her...

Long, and as the kiss continued, with all the pent up passion the last two weeks had created...and built up to...

The next coherent thought I had was as I looked into her eyes and realized we not only undressed...but joined intimately, the sensations of my hardness moving inside her wet, tight velvet like sex sending waves of pleasure through me.

"My God you're beautiful"

I growled the compliment to her and felt her own body thrust upward against me, burying my cock full length into her body even as her eyes opened...and I saw something that not only confused me, but scared the Hell out of me...

Now in the average situation you'd expect a combination of emotions...

Lust... hunger... raw need... excitement... a desire for more... pleasure...

All of those things came to my mind, even as the first shiver ran down my spine, my own orgasm seconds away...

But what puzzled me, what scared me as I looked into her eyes, was the one thing I didn't expect to see....

Regret...

Not from the sex, mind you, for her own body told me she was enjoying it as much as I was, her nipples rock hard, the breath pumping in and out of her lungs as she met each of my thrusts with one of her own, our bodies covered in sweat and mixed juices down below...

But what I saw in her eyes as her guard was for once lowered???

That worry was wiped from my mind as I howled like a mad man and let go, my thick, hot seed emptying into her body as she thrashed wildly under me...

For a second time that night I lost track. Forgetting not only who I was, but where...and why...

And as my bearings came back to me I realized Ray was in my arms, her nude body curled against me, the intimacy of her touch thrilling me even as I looked to her face...and saw tears. And as I brushed them away with my lips I spoke gently...

"I have many reactions to my love making, Ray, but never this one..."

 

[caela]

"I have many reactions to my love making, Ray, but never this one..."

What a pain! Did he have to tell you I cried? Sheesh.

All right yes I ended up crying as we made love that night. Mostly because that's what it actually felt like on my end. It wasn't just fucking or sex, it was passionate and filled with need on both sides but he was gentle and tender as well and I hadn't had that in a loooooooooong time. Most of the men I knew were men I worked with and they knew that I sometimes had to sleep with my marks to get close to them so while they respected my work they didn't really respect me. I was good enough to be buddies with and for a quick lay but was definatly not someone to date or bring home to mom.

With Damien it just felt different. I could almost believe he actually cared and much as I wanted to steel myself against that idea I couldn't entirely and so the waterworks ensued. When he actually tipped his head over me to kiss them away it only got worse.

Not knowing what to say I shook my head and simply crawled out from under him. Giving him a sad glance I fled his room and back to my own where I slammed the bolt home in the lock without even knowing if he would bother to follow me.

Safe in my own room I started pacing in fast circles, hands clamped tightly at hte small of my back and red hair swirling loosly around my body. The fact that I was completely naked while I paced never entered my mind.

"Idiot!" I berated myself withing the quiet of my room, my voice barely loud enough to carry to my own ear and certainly not enough to carry through the doorway. "You're on a job you damned fool, what the hell are you doing? You know better than to fall for a mark. You've been doing this too damned long to do something that stupid. You aren't doing something that moronic are you?"

I continued my internal dialogue until I was finally exhausted and simply fell into bed and rolled up into my blankets. Damien hadn't come pounding on my door so I had no idea what he was thinking but I would deal with it in the morning.

 

[BLACK BART]

"You know better than to fall for a mark. You've been doing this too damned long to do something that stupid. You aren't doing something that moronic are you?"

It's ironic isn't it? How large a difference a few unheard words can make?

Ray had bolted the door between us and in her mind locked me out, but in her grief she forgot the simplest part of the equation, that being her front door...

It took me half a minute to pull my pants on and walk out my door and down the hall to hers...

The woman I saw was nothing like the one I had just made love to, the word "possessed" comes to mind, even now...for despite her erotic nudity and the pose her out thrust breasts as she strutted from one end of the room and back, I could feel a insane, mixed energy that literally spun around her, just as her hair did with each wild turn...

And when she cried out the words?

That insanity expanded itself and reached out to strike me.

Strike, as in a physical blow...I'm using the word quite literally, for as I stumbled back to my own room the reality of it all hurt worse than a knife wound, cut deep and fresh...

For in the minutes before I thought I had found a kindred spirit in Ray, someone who was my equal in the metal that makes up a character, as well the kind of person I could understand, and even care for...

And now? I was just another "mark"...

Ray was using me, just as she used her body to lure me into the perfect trap, for her own personal gain...

Ray, if that WAS her real name, had conned..the con....almost perfectly, it seemed.

Only she had snared a part of herself in the trap...

Jesus, did it hurt...I had never dealt with something like this, in my previous world it was kill or be killed, that the winner was the one who lived to tell about it and had ALL the prizes...

Kind of a twisted, "black or white" sort of thing, Ya Know?

I should have hated her at that moment, considered her my worst enemy and treated her accordingly...

But I couldn't.

I wouldn't lift a hand to hurt her, or put her in danger...

But I wouldn't let her come any closer, to me..or what I had worked so very hard to create...

She'd continued to be the star singer at the Speak Easy and draw in the crowds, and I'd sit there and watch her just as I had every night in the past...raking in the dough as the men drank my booze and then bedded my "escorts"...

In short?

I'd use my brains, and not my heart...

So with that resolve I found my own bed, and slept through the wee hours to wake early the next morning, tackling the dreaded, hated pile of paperwork with a new found vengeance and whittling it down to nothing.

I had just finished scheduling tightening my own security, bumping up the rotations in reloacting each Speak Easy and increasing the payoffs to my most loyal, crooked cops...when Ray came through the door looking none the worse for wear...in short, drop dead gorgeous...

And I rose to greet her with an innocent smile and a kiss to her powdered cheek.

"Good Morning Lover, I had a wonderful night, how about you?"

 

[caela]

Well I'm glad to hear that he thought I looked none the worse for wear but I surely didn't feel it. It had taken me forever to manage my makeup well enough to cover the dark circled under my eyes from lack of sleep and we won't even discuss how long it took me to calm down enough to even be able to apply that makeup. All I'd wanted to do when I woke up that morning was cry.

"Good Morning Lover, I had a wonderful night, how about you?"

Lover?! Good god how was I supposed to respond to that? Add in the kiss to my cheek and the smile on his lips and I felt my heart wrench. I wanted to simply tell him the truth but I couldn't.

"Parts of it were wonderful, parts...not so much," I equivocated instead of giving a full answer. I found myself staring at him and wondering if he'd come to my door or not last night. He certainly hadn't knocked on it so it was possible that he'd simply let me go and gone to sleep himself. Did what had happened between us me anything to him or was I just another convenient lay?

Truth was there was no way for me to know and while he might be smiling and kissing my cheek his eyes were closed to me. That more than anything told me he'd heard something last night.

Drawing a deep breath I considered just telling him everything, after all cops had been sent in to try and get close to him before, but I didn't know how he'd take it. It would mean having to find a new career path but I had already found (much to my surprise) that I enjoyed singing in Damien's clubs. I'd already made more in my pay and tips there than the police in town were paying me for the operation.

"I'll know just how bad parts of last night were when you tell me how much of my little self rant you heard," I finally said at last deciding how much (and what) I told him would depend on what he told me in response.

 

[BLACK BART]

I remember the look on her face clearly as I gave her an answer. Not the one she wanted, but the one I was going to supply.

"Right now I'd say you're trying to figure out just how much I know, or think I know, you're hoping I'll tell you just how much of your ranting I heard...IF I heard anything at all."

I tossed my own response out and watched her face closely.

She was good. I gave her that, the surprise that flared in her eyes never spread to her face and she sat composed and self assured across from me.

"I was falling for you, the entire act, that you were down on your luck and needed a break. You had me believing I was that break, made me feel like I was doing something good for someone other than myself, and liking it..."

Her eyes never left mine, she was staring me straight in the face and acting if my words didn't matter. But then, I guess they didn't, did they?

I let the minutes creep slowly past, then nodded as Ray continued to stare me down.





"You should really lock your front door before you go to bed, Ray, mine...or yours..."

So she wasn't the ice queen. Her eyes dropped as I finished and her cheeks blushed red, and despite trying I knew I couldn't stay mad at her.

"Tell your real bosses that I'll be rotating the times and locations my clubs are open....nightly....That I've shortened my guest list to only those that can pay a C-note up front for admission, and incidentaly I owe you a thank you....because thanks to you I now have a client list that can afford those rates, and loves the cloak and dagger aura that surrounds the clubs."

 

[caela]

"You should really lock your front door before you go to bed, Ray, mine...or yours..."

Yeah I felt like a total idiot when I heard those words. I felt my cheeks flushing and my eyes finally dropped from his. That simple sentence left hanging between us told me everything I needed to know. He'd heard everything...or at least enough to damn me anyway. It left me wondering if he'd heard me berating myself for starting to fall for him or only the part about his being a mark.

"Tell your real bosses that I'll be rotating the times and locations my clubs are open....nightly....That I've shortened my guest list to only those that can pay a C-note up front for admission, and incidentaly I owe you a thank you....because thanks to you I now have a client list that can afford those rates, and loves the cloak and dagger aura that surrounds the clubs."

Damnit! Looking up at him I could see the hurt he was burying behind his sarcastic tone and I hated that I'd been the one to put it there. I didn't want to go telling the cops anything quite frankly. The truth was that while I enjoyed the PI job I had found that I loved singing in Derrick's clubs and Derrick and his clients had shown me more respect in just a few weeks than the cops I so often worked for, had shown me in years.

Holding his gaze once more I knew I had to make a choice. He suspected who I worked for so I could either come completely clean and flip sides or I could try and deny everything. I hated lying. Despite my job I did as little of it as possible. The little bit of background I'd given Derrick had been mostly true except for the part about having just flunked out of college and being down on my luck.

Giving a small shrug I finally stood up and came around his desk, one hand reaching out to cup his cheek and a small smile quirking the corner of my lips at the startled look on his face.

"O.k. so I wasn't as down on my luck as I made it sound but you did do something good for someone other than yourself Derrick. You've given me options that never would have occured to me before and unless you intend to fire me I want to keep working your clubs...and I don't see any reason to tell my former bosses anything but that you're as tight lipped with me as you were with everyone else they tried sending in."

 

[BLACK BART]

So what would you think?

You had just found out the woman you were falling for was a fake, that she worked for the cops, and when caught dead to rights...she admitted it, then tried to sweet talk ya?

You might doubt her, right? I know I did... Was anything true that she said? Her name even? How about the past night where we made love, and then she cried?

"O.k. so I wasn't as down on my luck as I made it sound but you did do something good for someone other than yourself Derrick. You've given me options that never would have occured to me before and unless you intend to fire me I want to keep working your clubs...and I don't see any reason to tell my former bosses anything but that you're as tight lipped with me as you were with everyone else they tried sending in."


She was a fast thinker, that much was obvious, her last statement before she tried to seduce me made that too obvious.

And who was this Derrick guy?????

"So you make better money here for less work, is that it Ray?"

I questioned her stunned and slid away from her touch.

"IF that is your real name? Maybe you better come completely clean with me...tell me EXACTLY WHO you are and who your bosses are, and IF your story checks out exactly as you tell it this time?"

So what did she think? That a criminal like me could instantly forgive her...and let the whole thing slip by as if it had never happened?

"Look babe, I've got a business to protect here, people that depend on me to make a living and feed thier own families, and when I find something that threatens everything we've built up I have to take it seriously, can you understand?"

Yeah? So what was I supposed to do? When she told me she "understood"... When she told me her real name WAS Ray and that MOST of what she had told me was true? I couldn't take the chance that she was just using my trust in her in order to fool me and shut everything down, could I?

"Then you'll understand why I HAVE to do this, and why I can't take the chance that you're not lying to me...again.

The look on her face was priceless, as I pulled out a set of real life handcuffs and showed them to her, and quietly demanded...

"Strip down to your underthings Ray, then put these on...I'm going to make sure you don't run away on me...If your story checks out we can work something out, if it doesn't....well I hope it does, for your sake..."

 

[caela]

O.k. yeah for a few seconds I'd thought he might just let it slide. What can I say...hope springs eternal and I'd meant what I said. The look that finally crossed his face thought told me that he wasn't going to just blindly trust me again.

The handcuffs I hadn't expected though...or the demand that came with them.

"Strip down to your underthings Ray, then put these on...I'm going to make sure you don't run away on me...If your story checks out we can work something out, if it doesn't....well I hope it does, for your sake..."

For a long moment all I could do was stare at him. He couldn't be serious could he? I had hoped not but the look on his face made it clear that he was...and that I was in serious shit if my story didn't check out this time. I wasn't worried about the story, I'd told him the truth but to just strip down and let him cuff me???

Years of training as a PI screamed against it but slowly I did as he'd said and stripped down to my bra and panties. Suddenly I was glad that I enjoyed (and could afford) good lingerie. As I slithered my gown off it revealed black satin undergarments that set off my pale skin perfectly. Not wanting my dress to be too wrinkled I laid it carefully across the nearest chair before holding out my hands to him.

"All right Damien, do what you need to do. I told you the truth so you aren't going to have to come back here and do something that we'd both regret."

I didn't know what else to tell him. I wanted to reach out to him, to tell him that the night before had been real but I knew he wouldn't believe me..not yet. Instead I simply stood there and let him place those damned metal cuffs around my wrists without complaint, hoping that my compliance and obvious show of trust would say more to him than any words I could think of.

Of course he might just assume I was playing a new game and I'd have to prove that I wasn't.

 

[BLACK BART]

At that moment I felt like the biggest heel ever known.

Ray was a goddess, her scanty, sexy bra and panty making her even more desirable than I'd ever imagined, the look in her face and eyes telling me she was resigned to her fate...accepting it even if she didn't know what was to come.

"Ray....?"

I will power JUST about caved in at that moment, as the first manacle closed around her wrist and I closed it...then pulled her arms behind her.

"Tell me who you're working for...EXACTLY...who the people are that you answer to and what they sent you to me to find out."

Yup...she was a Goddess allright, for even with her arms bound behind her, and her body taunting me with it's desirabilty, she sat quietly on the edge of the chair I offered and looked me square in the eyes.

It was the name of the people that she told me that got my attention though...I think I nearly choked when she began to rattle them all off...Not one was a "honest" cop, you see....They were the dirtiest of the dirty, the bastards that demanded "protection money" in return for being left alone...

It began to make sense, all of a sudden, the same bunch had tried several times to horn in on my profits, but failed...You see it's difficult to scare a man who has nothing to lose....


But now I did, and she sat directly in front of me...I knew then I wanted to keep her...not as a possession, but by my side...

Crazy, ain't it?

She was sent to spy on me, RAT ME OUT, no less...and instead I fell for her...

And if my instincts were right?

She had fallen for me, as well.

"Ray, Just sit tight...I'm going to make a bunch of phone calls, and then we'll have to wait until my own "moles" get me the answers I want, OK?"

And she did...I burned up the phone lines for half an hour, never letting Ray out of my sight as I talked to my informants and called in the favors...

Why not let her out of my sight, you ask? Do you think I was that paranoid?

Jesus man...Imagine the most beautiful woman you've seen or draemed of, half dressed and helpless inside a room..all alone with you...

Then imagine her turning to smile at you, leaning forward to flaunt her full breasts while her eyes shined with the promises of naught mischief, her legs opened slightly to tease you...letting you see all the way from her trim ankles and well shaped thighs...to the thin barrier of a silky panty that stopped you from seeing what your cock throbbed for?

UH-HUH, Now you got the picture, just like I was getting the hint....

"Stop playing Boss-man and come play with ME"

And Ray knew it too, by the bulge in my pants when I finally put the phone back in it's cradle, and by the look on my face as I approached her...

"It'll take a few hours babe..."

I grinned at her, closing and locking the only door into the room, then returning to stand in front of her, admiring the fullness of her breasts as I stood over her.

"Do you have any ideas how we might pass the time?"

 

[caela]

"Ray, Just sit tight...I'm going to make a bunch of phone calls, and then we'll have to wait until my own "moles" get me the answers I want, OK?"

I simply nodded my head and watched him leave to make his calls. Not that he went far, his desk wasn't more than five feet away from me. I could feel his eyes on me through each phone call and I have to admit the desire I saw flaring in them as he watched me set things tugging low in my belly. Even despite the compromising position I found myself in I wanted him.

And yeah I teased him. What can I say, I wanted him and I was bored.

I couldn't resist leaning just slightly to emphasize the swell of my breasts or parting my legs just slightly, taunting him with a view that my scanty bra and panties just barely his from him. Each time his eyes traveled up to my face I'd return his gaze from eyes half lidded and heavy with desire and my tongue would slide out slowly across my lips in a not so subtle invitation.

It was rather amusing to watch the startled look on his face and the way his body would tighten when he met my gaze. When he got up and finally came over to stand before me however I suddenly felt just how helpless he'd made me. Barely clothed and with my hands locked behind me there was little I could do to him and with the door now locked my options were even fewer.

It was a good thing I trusted him not to hurt me.

"Do you have any ideas how we might pass the time?"

A small laugh filled my throat and to look up at him without craning my neck I leaned back in my chair, my thighs parting further so one leg could twine around behind his to draw him closer, my foot running inviting along the back of his calf.

"Oh I can think of a few things but you're far to dressed for them and I've usually found them more pleasant when I could involve my hands."

 

[BLACK BART]

See how it is?

SHE was the one half dressed and with HER hands cuffed behind the back....

And yet....I was the ONE who was helpless!

She drew me to her like a vixen draws her prey...and you know what?

I went eagerly...All caution tossed aside at the first touch of her foot on my thigh, the doubts that I was being set up...gone as well.

"Oh I can think of a few things but you're far to dressed for them and I've usually found them more pleasant when I could involve my hands."

And yet I had to try, didn't I?

"That's the point sweetness...You've been a very, VERY bad girl...and I'm the one who's got to punish you!"

I tried to make it sound tough, I really did...even twisted my face into a scowl and glared at her...and would you guess what she did?

She laughed at me!

And I returned the laugh as I dropped to my knees, using my hands to bare her full, perfect breasts to my eyes...and to my lips...

If you can't beat her...Join her, right?

In a heartbeat I was sucking her nipples to ripe hardness...and loving every second of her body squirming under me...and against me

 

[caela]

"That's the point sweetness...You've been a very, VERY bad girl...and I'm the one who's got to punish you!"

Yes I laughed. I couldn't help it! If he'd just kept a straight face it might have been harder but when he tried to scowl at me with all that lust burning in his eyes...well it was just to funny. And he did laugh with me after all.

The laughter died in my throat however when he sank down in front of me. His hands as they pulled down the cups of my bra were warm and gentle and sent frissons of that warmth running under my skin. When his head tipped over them...I was lost. Pleasure bolted down low in my belly and there was nothing I could do about it!

I wanted to hold him, caress him, or at the very least get those damned clothes off him so I could feel his skin against my own but I was trapped. All I could do was arch my back to press tighter against him and wrap my legs around his hips to hold him close.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a small voice said that this could only end badly, that the cops I was betraying would come gunning for me but in that moment I just didn't care.

 

[BLACK BART]

I took my time.

Ray was a goddess, I've said that several times already, haven't I?

But how many of you blokes have had the pleasure to taste a goddess, and feel how silky smooth her skin truly is?

Just touching her made me shiver with pleasure, and by her moans and whimpers I knew my own touch was getting to her.

But....

It was punishment, you see? Though I admit I think I suffered just as much while I teased her.

I sucked her nipples to a stiff and painful hardness, then slowly laved away at her firm breasts, making sure every inch of flawless flesh was kissed and sucked before moving to her ribs and repeating the process...My hands hooking her panties and tugging them down her buttocks.

"Let go of me so I can get these off, sweets"

I remember groaning the words and smiling as Ray did just that, then held her thighs apart as my tongue found her thighs, then her sex...

Yup, the taste of a goddess...Her sex was already moist as I tongued her, the scent and sweet taste making me almost insane with the desire for more, a desire I gave into as I pressed her to lean back and used my hands under her ass cheeks to hold her in the position I wanted...

"For Godsakes just fuck me!"

Ray had demanded and I laughed softly at her, lifting my face to her to tell my intentions before returning to do just that...

"You're going to cum for me the first time....JUST LIKE THIS, sweetness...I want to hear you begging and moaning for me...and then watch you explode, right here"

 

[caela]

"You're going to cum for me the first time....JUST LIKE THIS, sweetness...I want to hear you begging and moaning for me...and then watch you explode, right here"

For someone who continues to call me a goddess he didn't take orders very well. Still I had to admit that his idea had merit and that once his head dropped between my thighs once more I wasn't thinking much of anything at all. The last concious thought I remember for awhile was to wonder who the hell had taught him to use his tongue like that and that I wished I could thank her!

He got what he wanted too. As he worked on my most sensitive flesh with his mouth and tongue my body squirmed and writhed against him. Heat and pleasure pooled low in my belly and my moans and pleadings filled the room around us until, with a wordless cry, the pressure building in me exploded out through the rest of my body in molten waves.

I'd never come that hard from oral before but I was too wiped out at that moment to tell him that and instead I just laid there in the chair and stared down at him from eyes still half lidded with desire and the need for more.

Yes I said the need for more. The orgasm was top notch but I'm one of those women that is never fully satisfied until she feels her lover moving inside of her, feels his own release burning through her.

"You've had your fun," I managed to say softly at last, "Now would you get up here and fuck me Damien?"

 

[BLACK BART]

All right.

Ray surprised me at that moment.

Not with the fact that she came, because she really had no choice in that decision, but in the demand she made so quickly after her first orgasm.

It proved to me just how great a depth of lust she had...

Now picture it if you can...

Ray sat handcuffed in a chair, her perfect body covered only by a shining layer of moisture and her own juices, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tried to fill her lungs with the air they so badly needed... And me? I knelt between her wide open legs my face covered with more of her honey, my eyes on her body as my cock throbbed and pulsed for sheer, raw need...

Got it clear in your head?

I'll never get it out of my mine, no matter how long I live, or where I am...

So what did I do at that moment?

Well I listened to her...sort of, anyways...

I stood and took the time to strip in front of her, knowing her eyes were on my body and in particular my rock hard cock as it sprung free from the confines of my pants...

I took the time to kiss her, my lips tasting her own sweet, full ones...then told her how beautiful she was at that moment...and helped her to her feet before taking the seat she had just occupied.

My way Ray...I'll fuck you, but MY way

My hands on her hips I pulled her to me, ignoring her curses and blazing eyes as I used my muscle to pull her over my legs and then down on them...

Fuck her, she had demanded?

With a thrust upwards I hammered my cock into her hot and willing body...and by the time I repeated the move a second time her curses had changed to moans...and her eyes filled with fire were squeezed tightly closed...

Thrust after thrust I gave her just what she had demanded, my cock filling her hot, wet hole as I teased her nipples with my tongue and lips...

And with each thrust I felt my own control slipping...inch by inch...by inch.

 

[caela]

My way Ray...I'll fuck you, but MY way

Typical man. It wasn't enough that he had me naked, cuffed and begging to be fucked but he had to make sure he was even more in control then he already was. For a split second I considered arguing with him but then my gaze ran down his naked body and I felt my own body pulse with need at the sight of his cock hard and ready just like I wanted it.

I let him pull me forward and I straddled his thighs as he took my spot in the chair. MY gaze was annoyed until that first thrust. God but it felt like heaven! By the third my eyes were closed, head fallen back on my shoulders, back arched toward the lips and fingers that taunted my nipples into aching hardness while my hips rolled and thrust down to meet his.

The feel of him inside of me was amazing! Thick and hard he seemed to fill and stretch me in the most delicious manner possible. I could have happily spent hours fucking him there in the chair. As it was however I didn't last that long. Having already had one orgasm my body was sensitive and peeked for another and in what seemed like no time I could hear my cries echoing off the walls around use while my pussy spasmed and clamped around his cock.

My own release wasn't enough, I needed to feel his too and as my own washed through me my head snapped back down, my long hair tickling his neck and chest as I sought his throat with lips and teeth and growled softly into his ear, "I want your pleasure Damien, I need to feel you coming inside of me!"

 

[BLACK BART]

"I want your pleasure Damien, I need to feel you coming inside of me!"

So you think you've got it all figured out don't you? That I was just another prick who got stiff from being in control, and that the only way I could get off was to keep my ladies helpless...

Maybe you missed the part about finding out she was an undecover agent and had not only got into my organization...but my heart?

You see there was a war waging inside me at that moment in time. One part of me hated her for making me fall for her, and then rocking my world with the announcement she was "undercover"...As much as her sexy beauty thrilled me her ability to fool me so easily scared me, and I wanted to punish her for that...

But instead of scaring her I found out just how strong willed a person she really was, and though she was helpless in my hands...she trusted me...

I could see that trust mixed with the lust she felt in her eyes...

Eyes that were pools of emotion...




I had held the key to her handcuffs the entire time we were fucking... I used them then, freeing her arms so she could wrap them around my neck, just as she did with her legs as I stood, pulling me deeper into her sex and riding me as I moved to the desk and leaned her across it.

Eyes, that pulled me in and drowned me slowly...

But what a way to go, right? With a goddess of sex stroking your cock, her words begging you to cum in her body?

This time we were both free to do what we wanted...This time Ray welcomed me into her body and kissed me, her body rising to meet my own, her breasts flattening against my chest with each thrust until I looked into her eyes and whispered the words I had never told anyone before...

And then howled as I found my own release...and came in her body.

 

[caela]

His release was amazing but it was those three little words he'd whispered into my ear that stuck with me. I heard them repeating over and over again in my head. Heard the raw emotion attached to them. Heard the love, the need, and yes even the anger in that simple declaration. And I even understood why he was angry but I didn't dwell on it then. Then all I could think of was the feel of his body shuddering, the sound of his howling over me and the feel of his release flooding into me hot and sweet and leaving me breathless and satisfied.

He collapsed on top of me then and I didn't let go of him. I continued to hold him wrapped in my arms and legs and even still held him buried inside my body where my inner walls pulsated slowly around him, drawing out his pleasure as much as I could. Holding him tight I stroked his hand gently and only as my breathing slowed did I become aware of the satisfied purring that filled my throat.

Is there anything sweeter then holding the man you love in your arms after having made love? I don't think so.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him but I didn't know if he would believe me or simply think that I was trying to play him and so I kept silent but I let my eyes speak for me and I tipped my head to press a tender kiss to his forhead while I just held him. When I spoke at last it wasn't endearments or declarations of emotion but to nuzzle his neck softly and to murmur in his ear.

"That was amazing Damien. Truly mindblowing."

 

[BLACK BART]

mindblowing

I'm almost positive that was the word Ray had used.

It was an apt description, though nothing can describe the multitude of sensations that I held felt as I emptied my seed into her, or the warmth and satisfaction I felt afterwards as we lay in each others arms.

I had no doubt in my mind about Ray at that moment. I didn't need to hear from my informants to know her story had checked out and that not only had she switched sides, but put herself in a tight spot by doing it.

And yet when I brought it up Ray had dismissed it casually, telling me all she had to do was meet "her Captain" and sign off on a report...

Simple, right?

OK, So I made a mistake, and that mistake almost cost Ray her life...

As well as a lot of pain and humility at the hands of the man who didn't believe I was "untouchable" and "closed mouth"

If I had a clue what was going to happen to her after she left...I would have NEVER let her walk out the door...