“Not that ancient, Miss Tyler. I know your story. You had a promising career ahead of you. You were very good at your job. You really could have gone very far indeed, if it hadn’t been for Captain Craddock.”
“What do you know about Craddock?” Tania’s hackles rose as she thought of her old captain.
Mrs. Harrington met her gaze. “I know Craddock is the most corrupt police officer in the city. He runs racketing rings, pimps hookers, peddles drugs, and is involved in a hell of a lot more things he shouldn’t be. But that didn’t affect you, or your career, not until the Billy Vargas case came along that is.”
Anger swirled like a maelstrom inside Tania. Bitterly she replayed the Vargas case over in her mind. Billy had been a good kid who had been the victim of a set-up. When the botched robbery of a drug store resulted in the accidental death of an innocent mother and her four-year-old son, Vargas was put in the frame. The kid had been three blocks away at the time of the shooting, but Craddock had decreed he was guilty. The real culprit was the crack-head son of one of Craddock’s influential mobster friends, and the captain intended to make sure he would be kept out of it.
Tania had been assigned the case, and she soon worked out Billy was being made the fall guy. She found out that her partner had planted evidence, and doctored witness statements. Tania interviewed Billy, and knew in her gut he was innocent. The poor kid was terrified. He didn’t want to go to jail, and Tania promised him he wouldn’t take the rap. Unfortunately Craddock had other ideas. All her attempts at helping Billy were blocked, and the kid, in desperation, took his own life. The captain saw this as a convenient solution and the case was closed.
But it wasn’t for Tania. A deep, burning hate for Craddock kindled inside her. She vowed to bring him down, but she had no allies, no support. She was still a rookie and Craddock was too powerful. He tried to pressure her in to transferring to another city, but she refused. Then corruption charges were brought against her, and she was forced to resign. Tania reflected on the vagaries of life that had led her from a hotshot career to a dingy office discussing Satanism in the space of a few months.
“I know you are a woman of principle,” Mrs. Harrington went on. “That’s why I want you. My husband also has connections with Craddock, and I suspect without cast iron proof, the police won’t take this further. I need someone who is not afraid of Craddock, someone who’ll do the right thing.”
Tania had a few more moments of doubt, before finally nodding. Anything that could hurt Craddock, however unusual was worth it. “All right, Mrs. Harrington, I’ll take the case.”
*
Walter Harrington, a bald middle-aged man in a grey suit, looked pretty unremarkable as he left his office. In fact, he looked to Tania pretty much like the respectable lawyer in the photo his wife had given her. She found it hard to imagine him enthralled to the Evil One. Still, Tania had taken the case and she was going to be professional about it. As Harrington got in to his car and pulled out of the parking lot, Tania started her engine and followed at a discreet distance.
It was around seven in the evening, and Harrington, instead of going straight home, headed east. Mrs. Harrington had said that he usually worked late most nights, till around nine or ten o’clock. So that was a lie it seemed. Her interest was piqued as he headed toward the rougher side of town.
When he pulled up near a strip club, Tania was now truly intrigued. He got out of his car and walked toward the side street next to it. As he disappeared down it, Tania slipped out of her car and followed him. Harrington had stopped half way along the street, and was talking to a thin woman in a flimsy top and a mini skirt that went right up to her earrings. Tania knew a hooker when she saw one, and smiled to herself. She saw the woman nod then she and Harrington carried on down the side street.
Careful not to be seen, Tania followed. Harrington and the hooker slipped in to the alley behind the club. Though it was still early, loud music was pumping out of it. Tania took up position behind a dumpster and watched the couple. They had stopped, and without a word, the hooker turned and faced the wall, resting her hands on it. Without preamble, Harrington undid his zipper, and hitched up the woman’s mini skirt.
Setting it to night vision, Tania aimed her camcorder at them, and zoomed in. The hooker let out a low grunt as Harrington pushed himself in to her ass. With very little finesse, he started fucking her. Tania was surprised at the thrill of arousal she felt as she watched them. Harrington was no Johnny Depp, and the hooker had definitely seen better days, but the sight of them screwing each other hard was turning her on.
At the far end of the alley, people were walking passed. The thought of them obliviously going about their business, while Harrington and his whore were fucking in plain sight of them, made her cunt hot and wet. Tania bit her lip, and forced herself to focus on the job at hand.
Harrington didn’t take long, and she had a perfect shot of his face as he climaxed. He slowed down to a couple of slower fuck thrusts, and brusquely pulled out of the hooker. The woman turned round, and he shoved a few dollar bills in to her hand. Tania ducked behind the dumpster as Harrington, pulling up his zipper, hurried back the way he came.
Tania waited a few moments then followed. She was still tingling from the experience as she got in to her car and started the engine. She imagined herself as the hooker, shoved up against the wall in full view of anyone passing by. Tania had never fantasized about public sex before, but now she had seen it for herself, the desire to try it had become almost overwhelming.
She followed Harrington to a diner, where he stopped off for a coffee. He looked tired and pitiful to Tania, as he sat in the booth nursing his drink. After an hour or so, he got back in his car and drove home. Tania didn’t bother to follow. She doubted he would be up to any satanic activity tonight.
The same thing happened the night after. Tania followed him to the strip club and he fucked another hooker in the alley, a different one. Tania filmed it again, and felt the same sense of arousal. This time, she spotted other couples in the alley, furtively screwing each other. Whether they were hookers and their johns, she couldn’t tell.
On the third night, a couple of younger guys stood and watched Harrington while he had sex with yet another working girl. Tania had never seen anything so hot, and had to try very hard not to finger herself. The fact that no one knew she was there made her even wetter.
By the end of the week, Tania was convinced Harrington was no Satanist. He obviously was unhappy in his marriage and was seeking low rent thrills, but although he was a lousy cheat Tania felt sorry for him. She also didn’t relish having to show Mrs. Harrington the results of her investigation. Tania suspected this would horrify the woman more than her original suspicions.
On another note, Tania was still completely buzzing about the erotic scenes she'd witnessed. She kept thinking about what Enrico said, and the fantasy of going out and fucking someone without talking to them, even without knowing their name, was just too delicious to shake off.
On Saturday, Harrington and his wife were attending a charity function, so there would be no secret visit to the alleyway. Tania decided to have an early night, sitting in eating ice cream and watching reruns on TV, but temptation got the better of her. Taking a long bath, she styled her long blonde hair, and applied her make-up. She was a tall, striking woman with sharply attractive features and soulful blue eyes. She both attracted and intimated men, and that was exactly how Tania liked it. Changing in to a sleek red dress, she headed to the front door of her apartment, but stopped before she opened it. Some instinct made her slip off her black panties and leave them on the side table.
The drive to the strip club felt like the scariest thing she’d ever done in her life. Several times she nearly turned back around and went home, but the heat pounding through her body kept her going. She pulled up in her usual spot, and got out of the car. Her bare legs were shaking as she walked toward the strip club.
There was no one around as she moved d
own the side street and in to the alley connecting to it. Tania stood in the dark, unsure what to do. She looked around her, and realized this was a completely stupid idea. She would go home, she decided, and forget all about her sleazy fantasies.
She felt eyes watching her, and turned her head to the mouth of the alley. There was a man standing there, young and wearing a t-shirt and faded jeans. Her heart thudded hard in her chest as he sauntered toward her. In the dim light she could just about make out his face. He was handsome, with dark Mediterranean looks and short, jet black hair. Stubble graced his firm chin, and his eyes were deep pools of lust.
For several moments they just looked at each other. Tania licked her dry lips, and made to say something. All of a sudden the man grabbed her. Panic flared in Tania, and her first instinct was to fight him off. But he pressed his mouth roughly against hers and she sank into his raging desire. She felt the hard surface of the wall connect with her back as he pushed her against it. His tongue pressed deeper in to her mouth, and his hands clutched at her legs, moving up under her skirt. Her body on fire, Tania returned the kiss, feeling utterly exhilarated by the experience. His hands moved away from her skin and started fumbling with his zipper. Abruptly, he broke away from the kiss and Tania caught her breath. She was wet beneath her dress, and shivers of orgasmic pleasure spiked through her body.
The man looked deep in to her eyes, making her melt in to his dark gaze then shoved her to her knees. Tania didn’t resist, and eagerly opened her mouth to take his dick. The thick meat made her gag, but she refused to release it. She sucked him hard, savoring his rich taste.
The man let out a low sigh, and fisted his hands in to her hair. She clutched at his strong legs, pushing her face deep in to his crotch. He responded by thrusting hard, ramming his swollen head in to the back of her throat. Tania let out a muffled gasp, but he wouldn’t let her go. She took him with a feral hunger, and wet heat gushed between her legs.
Then, his dick was suddenly out of her mouth. Tania took in mouthful of air again, but barely had time to compose herself when he pulled her to his feet. He took a step back and watched her like a wolf. She was panting hard, and held eye contact as he took a condom from his back pocket and rolled it down his engorged.
When he entered her, she let out a piercing cry. Her wet cunt took his meat, and he pushed in deep, pinning her against the wall. She cried again as he began thrusting, holding her hard against him. She clawed at his silk soft hair and slipped in to the brutal oblivion of the rough sex.
“Yes,” she breathed against his neck. “Yes, just like that.”
He twisted around and clamped his hand against her mouth. Tania jerked in shock, but the aggressive gesture only helped to excite her further. The man was deadly silent as he fucked, plowing her with almost mechanical ruthlessness. The hand against her mouth pushed her head further against the grimy wall, and his body began to tense up. Tania sensed he was close, and with one final thrust, he relaxed. Tania sagged against him, sinking in to her own orgasm. Without a word, the man pulled out of her and walked away.
She watched him go, scarcely able to believe that had just happened. When he had disappeared in to the main street, she turned away and shakily made her way back to her own car. She was so wrapped up in the afterglow of the encounter, she failed to notice the figure that stepped out from the shadows until it was too late.
“Whore!” a familiar voice spat at her.
Tania nearly jumped out of her skin. She winced as she realized how guilty she must have looked. Then she got angry. She’d done nothing wrong after all. “You scared the crap out of me!” she snapped. “Who the fuck are – hey, Mrs. Harrington, is that you?”
The woman in the heavy overcoat stepped closer. Hate twisted her gaunt face. “Whore! Harlot! Consort of Beelzebub!”
Tania stared at her unable to comprehend what was going on. “Mrs. Harrington, are you all right? What are you doing here?”
“I saw you,” Mrs. Harrington said, her voice thick with accusation. “Down in the alley, rutting with that pig!”
Embarrassment clawed through every nerve in her body, and Tania couldn’t help but cringe. “Oh, well that doesn’t happen very often I assure you.” She realized she didn’t owe this woman an explanation, but couldn’t stop herself from doing it anyway.
“Bride of Satan!” the incensed woman rasped. “You are just like my husband! A disciple of the Dark One!”
Tania was started to get worried. She slowly backed away. “Look about that, I don’t think your husband’s a Satanist. There’s no easy way to say this, but your husband’s been coming here. He’s been having sex with prostitutes.”
“Cavorting with the Devil’s handmaidens! I know all about that!” Mrs. Harrington raged. “He told me all about it, laughed in my face. He knew you were tailing him, watching him fornicate. He said you got off on it! Disgusting! You are a slave of Satan and will be punished for it!”
“He knew?” Tania exclaimed. She really must have been slipping to have got herself noticed. A chill went through her. “Mrs. Harrington, where’s your husband now?”
"I have no idea and I don't care. The whole world's full of evil and you're just another example." The woman shuddered and walked away, muttering to herself.
Tania wanted to be angry, but her pussy was still dripping moisture from her fuck against the wall and her heart was still pounding. She started the car and began her drive home, all the while tingling with excitement. Now that her case was over she could swing by the alley again in a week or so. Sliding one hand down to caress her still swollen sex she shrugged. "Or maybe sooner."
Out of Control
Thunder rumbled ominously across the iron grey sky as Dani made her back from Madame Laveau’s. She glanced up, pushing away the strands of raven black hair from her face as she did so. The clouds above were angry and black, threatening a heavy downpour.
Instinctively she picked up speed, not wanting to be caught in the rain. It had been another stifling hot day in the city, and she was only wearing her pink t-shirt and denim shorts. If the storm hit she could end up soaked to the skin.
As she crossed the street and turned left towards her apartment, she caught sight of a gang of youths loitering on the corner. Dani tensed up, hoping they would not notice her. It was a slim chance. At twenty-one, Dani was slender and lithe, with long legs that went straight up to a small round butt, and pert, perfect little breasts. “A walking wet dream,” was the verdict of Lawrence, her lecherous toad of a boss. The appellation made her cringe. She knew she was attractive, but truly hated the attention it provoked. After the living hell she had endured with Jean-Baptiste, she wanted nothing more than to blend into the background.
“Hey baby,” yelled one of the street thugs, “you wanna come with me to a party?”
Dani studiously ignored him. High above came another low growl of thunder. “Hey baby,” the teen called again. “Bring that hot ass over here!”
“Come and suck my dick bitch!” piped up another one. Dani felt her cheeks colouring, and started to walk faster. There was a time, in the not too distance past, when she would have stormed over there and kicked the little prick hard in the balls. Growing up in the squatter ghettos of Bogota city taught you to stand up for yourself or die. But that had been before she had gotten with that pig Jean-Baptiste, and had had all her confidence knocked out of her.
“Hey, don’t ignore me!” This was the first punk again. “Come over here! Hey don’t walk away! Fucking stuck up bitch!”
This time Dani did react. She whipped her head round and glared at the kid. Some of her old fire must have surfaced, because he flinched and looked cowed. The rest of the gang also lost their swagger. Dani felt a swell of satisfaction and turned away from them. Maybe her visit to Madame Laveau had been worth it after all.
A flash of lightning splayed across the sky. Dani was startled by its silvery brilliance. A few heartbeats later there came another almighty crack of thunder. This time she f
elt it vibrate through her body. Her skin tingled with pleasure and there came a sudden moistening in her panties. Dani let out a little gasp of surprise. It had been so very long since she had felt anything so distinctly sexual. The sensation came as a shock. Above her, fat droplets of rain began to fall, chilling but failing to quench the heat building under her skin.
She broke in to a run, hoping to avoid being drenched in the downpour. The apartment she shared with Andrew and Joshua was only a few blocks away, and she might just make it in time. The thought of her two roommates sent another spear of pleasure through her. For several blissful moments, she luxuriated in the wet heat between her legs, before feeling a pang of guilt at thinking of the two boys in that way. In the back of her mind that wizened voice whispered, working to drive the negative thoughts away. There was no reason to feel guilt. “You are a beautiful woman little Dani,” Madame Laveau had told her in her dry, wispy way. “You don't need magic to see that. Embrace your true self. Enjoy your body, act on your desires. Reach out and grab what you want.”
She thought about grabbing Andrew and Joshua, and almost cum at the prospect. Then the guilt lashed out, clawing down her fantasies. She just couldn’t think of them in that way. She scolded herself for being so uptight. After all, they were certainly attractive enough to be fantasised over. Andrew was all muscle. A big, powerful presence, he made her feel safe and secure in a chaotic world. With his shaved head and that cute little goatee she loved so much, he would be an amazing experience in bed. There was a string of very satisfied women who could testify to that.
Joshua was smaller, but sleek, with a wolfish quality to him that excited Dani. Lean and toned, he drove the girls crazy with his long jet black hair, and cute boyish looks. He was irresistibly charming when he wanted to be, and made her laugh. He gave the most amazing hugs, and was almost puppy like in her devotion to her.
Both were gorgeous, and wonderful and perfect. They had rescued her when she fled from Jean-Baptiste, and she owed them everything. If they hadn’t been there in her hour of need, she could be dead now, or worse. But maybe that was where the problem lay. She saw them more as brothers, rather than potential lovers. Even a fleeting sexual thought couldn't overcome their history. It was the ultimate irony. The only men she trusted enough to be intimate with were the only ones she'd never risk going there with.
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