He pulled off her cock long enough to tongue her balls, then he rose, looking for something to use to ease his way. He was going to take her hot little ass, and he knew she would love it.
“Lube?” he asked, raising one eyebrow at her wanton moan of distress as he pulled away.
“Bedside table,” she managed, scooting back on the bed, making more room for aerobic sex play.
In a flash, Shen was there and back, the tube held loftily in his hand. He eyed her erotic display, open, hard, and whimpering for him.
When Fee caught sight of the mammoth erection swinging between Shen’s legs, she gasped, then her moans grew louder. “Is all that for me?” she purred, licking her lips.
“Want a sample?” he politely asked, and she nodded eagerly.
Shen straddled her chest, letting the tip of his cock touch her lips. Moaning, she lifted her head and sucked down on the head, tasting his essence for the first time.
Uncontrollable, her fangs let down and she scraped them lightly over the delicate skin, getting just a hint of his sweet blood.
“You do enjoy living dangerously.” Shen gripped her hair and began to push his cock down her hungry throat. Feenixxx groaned her approval and opened her throat to take more, easing his thick length down to the base. Her hands gripped his hips, forcing him to slowly fuck her face.
Shen closed his eyes, and the sensations swamped over his body, tensing his muscles and making his whole form quiver. Tingles traveled from his cock to his balls. His breath tore from his throat and he felt his peak fast approaching.
“Enough,” he breathed, pulling swiftly from the haven of her mouth. “I want to be deep inside you when I face my little death.”
Fee nodded and allowed him to leave, lashing at his shaft with her tongue as he eased it fully from her mouth.
“I assume I have no need of a prophylactic?” he asked, raising one imperial eyebrow.
“No, baby. I’m immune to everything and on my second virginhood.”
Chuckling, Shen opened the small tube, grape flavored, and thoroughly coated his cock, careful not to stimulate himself too much, lest he explode prematurely and shame his teachers.
Sliding down in the bed, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and adjusted her hips so he could easily reach her rosebud. He coated two fingers and gently inserted them into her silky heat, hissing at her tightness.
“Oh, I love that feeling.” Fee pressed down on his fingers. “I love being filled, being taken.”
Smiling, Shen gently scissored his fingers, stretching and opening her for his possession. Feenixxx adjusted quickly, and Shen added another finger, driving all three in deep, searching for her prostate. Her strangled gasp of pleasure told him he had found her joy button, and he began to gently stroke the spongy nerve bundle. Within seconds, Feenixxx melted around him, the tension leaving her body as both rings of muscles guarding his path to paradise eased.
“I’m so ready,” she purred, gasping as he twisted his fingers, adding a fourth. “So stop playing and fuck me!”
Grinning, Shen pulled his fingers back, readjusted her hips, and placed the head of his cock against her rosebud.
“Now!” she growled, her voice dropping a few octaves as she panted and shook beneath his hands.
Slowly Shen sank just the head inside her, murmuring in appreciation as her rings of muscles snapped around the flared head of his cock. Her softness strangled him, her tightness making him want to relax his control and slam deeply inside her, but he resisted.
He held still, feeling her muscles struggle, then finally relax enough for him to sink the next few inches deep inside.
“So long,” Fee purred, gasping as his heat filled her. “It’s been so long.”
Slowly, pausing to give her a chance to adjust, Shen forged inside her until his balls rested on the cheeks of her ass.
“Tight!” he hissed, and closed his eyes as she began to work her muscles, milking him as she adjusted.
“Fill me up, big man!” she groaned happily, wiggling a bit beneath him. “Now fuck me!”
“With pleasure!”
Shen pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside, then he slammed forward, arching his hips a bit, searching for…
“Shen!”
Her prostate! Now he had its location, he angled his strokes so he hit it as often as he could. Feenixxx approved, her nails raking gently down his back and her cries filling the air.
Shen bent forward to take her mouth in a commanding kiss, forcing his tongue between her teeth, taking her mouth for his pleasure as he took her body.
Faster and faster they moved, building up steam as sweat poured off their bodies, and they lost themselves in each other.
“I’m… coming!” Fee managed as Shen hit her prostate dead on and her body reached its limits. Her climax arched her almost completely off the bed, her cock swelling, beginning to spew its offering. Her ass muscles clenched around the thick cock buried deep inside her, massaging it and dragging a small scream out of Shen as he felt himself approach his own climax.
“So good!” he managed, arching rhythmically inside her, his cock spurting out shot after shot of hot semen, coating her insides and increasing their mutual pleasure.
“Oh…” Fee’s body twitched and suddenly went lax. “What a way to die,” she purred.
“You almost hopped for me,” Shen murmured in her ear before licking it.
“Later,” she moaned. “I came without stroking my cock. You do that again and I’ll not only hop for you, but I’ll play sit up and beg as well.”
“Your word.” Shen chuckled and gently detached himself from his lover.
“My bond,” she replied, and they relaxed into the afterglow.
Soon, Shen would pack up his bags and make his way back to Angels to pick up the case. But for now, he lay in the arms of his lover and wondered what good deed he had done to deserve such a woman in his life.
Chapter Eight
Shen all but floated back to Angels later that night. He actually did a little two-step as he made for the lower level -- the nerve center of the detective group -- and peered inside for his partners.
Barika was on the computer, several cables running from a small camera attached to his CPU, and Shelby was listening intently as Del went on about something or other.
“Have I missed anything of importance?” Shen asked, and all eyes turned toward him.
Nalu’s eyes narrowed, then a grin broke out across his face. “You had sex.”
“You dog!” Blain chuckled, motioning Shen further into the room. “Who was it? I bet it was the one Rika said was doing the splits.”
“Who is of no consequence,” Shen primly replied, running a hand through his loose hair.
“Well, I have something to say about it,” Shelby snapped.
Shen turned to her, only to be met with the angry face of his boss, her salt-pepper hair falling out of its usual knot and her eyes furious.
“Is something wrong, Shelby?”
“ ‘Is something wrong?’ he says,” she muttered to the room at large. “Is something wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! You’re in big trouble, mister! You disabled your listening device! I had no idea what happened to you! You placed yourself in jeopardy to get laid!”
Shen’s eyes narrowed in offense. “I’m capable of protecting myself, Shelby.”
“Yes, but how often are you in an area where known kidnappings have occurred? How often do you fit the description of someone who seems to have vanished into thin air? How often are you at the scene of what could possibly be a crime and go in without any back-up or aid whatsoever?”
Shelby was not backing down one inch. All of her Angels were special to her, and to see Shen risk his life so needlessly… all for sex…
Tilting his head to the side, Shen examined his boss carefully, noting the almost motherly concern in her eyes. Maybe he could have at least given an all clear before he muffled the listening devices.
“For my lack of foresight, I apologize, Shelby. It will not happen again.”
Shelby deflated instantly. “I’m sorry too, Shen. I don’t mean to come off like a mother bear looking after her cubs, but you guys are special to me. I would die if anything happened to you, to any of you. Please, just be more careful?” She offered him a tentative smile, which he returned with a low bow.
“If I remove my listening devices again, I’ll give you ample warning.”
“More than that,” Barika added. “If everything is okay, you say green. If you are in a situation where you feel nervous, say yellow, and we will be on standby. Say red, and we come running, guns blazing.”
“We don’t carry guns,” Shelby said.
“But not for lack of trying,” Blain chimed in, still grinning his winning smile.
“We do have carry permits,” Adan pointed out, sniffing a bit. He knew where to find the loveliest pearl-handled thirty-two. It would look perfect in his broad hands, the color highlighting his dark golden skin tones.
“Forget about it!” Shelby sighed, rolling her eyes at the eager faces around her. “Has anyone heard from Raidon?”
“He is still on the phone in your office, Shelby.” Rika yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. “He should have something soon. He has many ears to the ground, our young lightning god does.”
“You got anything?” Shen asked.
“A few pictures I’m running through the FBI crime lab.”
“You hacked into the FBI?” Shelby shrieked, eyes growing wide at thoughts of feds overrunning her place, breaking up the furniture, and spraying everyone in sight with pepper mace.
“Oh, relax,” Rika told her. “I do this all the time. They have the best obscure sex references.”
“Oh!” Shen chuckled. “That is how you know about safe rim jobs and toe sex!”
“Um, Barika?” Shelby finally broke in. “What about the photos? If we get busted, let it be worth the trouble.”
“Well, one of the men in the back was paying a bit too much attention to my boyfriend.” He paused while the others oohhed a blushing Shen. “His name is on a low priority list. He travels to the East quite a lot and has a few shady connections. Other than that, everything is clear.”
“Get a list of his shady connections and we can compare notes with Raidon.”
Rika nodded and his fingers flew over the familiar keys.
“Okay, the rest of you keep up the good work,” Shelby finished. “Remember the code words. We have to stay alert and aware. Funny things are happening, and I don’t have a good feeling.”
She exited the room to hunt down her man. She wanted to discuss more sophisticated equipment and to just get laid. Will would make a great head of her harem, and he could train the others.
Working out the details of that arrangement in her head, she walked toward her libido’s delight.
Chapter Nine
The next night, as Del and Shen made their way into Club Double Take, they were instantly struck by the aura of gloom that seemed to surround the place.
Cara was a silent presence that exuded sadness and regret. The performers were no better, Meri nervously tangling her fingers in her hair and Dove staring out into space. Trevah and Dickie stood quietly, talking to the group in the room, eyes dark and filled with pain.
“It’s about time you two showed up,” Trevah began, trying to force a little vindictiveness into her voice, but failing miserably.
“We are actually early.” Del spoke for both of them as they made their way to their vanities. “And what’s going on?”
“You haven’t heard?”
“Apparently not.” Shen ran his fingers through his bangs and reached under his table to open the locker that held his important gear.
“They found a body in the park,” Trevah’s voice was low and haunted. “It was Cammie.”
Both Shen and Del gasped in shock. Shen turned toward Trevah, disbelief in his eyes. “They found her body? What happened?”
“As far as they can tell, overdose.”
“And that is a lie!” Cara spoke up, eyes glinting as she stared Trevah down. “Cammie did not do drugs.”
“They found drug paraphernalia on her person,” Trevah argued.
“Cammie was diabetic! Of course they are going to find needles and needle marks on her body! She had to stick herself in order to survive.”
“Where are the officers of the law?” Shen asked, looking horrified. This had happened last night, after they were so sure everything was fine. What had they missed?
“Deputy Do Nothing is still in the DJ booth, looking for evidence, I suppose.” Cara sighed, running a hand over her tired face. “All of this is getting to be a bit much.”
“Deputy Do Nothing?” Del asked.
“Detective Hollinsworth,” Cara clarified. “He’s the one who wouldn’t do anything when Peppa and Quim vanished.”
“They ran off,” Trevah insisted. “A lot of the performers do.”
“Quim left a steady job and a boyfriend, Trevah. There is no way she would cut out like that.”
“People are disappearing?” Shen asked, remembering to look appropriately shocked as he carefully examined each face. Any one of them could be the kidnapper now turned murderer.
“Coincidence,” Trevah snapped, but stopped as there was a knock at the door.
“Hollinsworth,” Cara sighed, and told the detective to come in.
J.P. Hollinsworth was a tall, thin man. And that was about the only good thing anyone could say about him.
His eyes were close-set and beady, a watery blue color that gave him the look of a dying fish. His skin was about the same shade too -- fish-belly white. He had a small, blond mustache, going for the butch look one could suppose, and his thinning hair was cut military short, a not very flattering fashion decision for his thin frame, Shen concluded.
“I found nothing,” he said, and Cara rolled her eyes.
“Of course you didn’t! I told you there was nothing there. I hire a top-notch cleaning crew and I know if something is out of place.”
Ignoring her outraged words, J.P. zeroed in on the two new faces in the room.
“Fresh meat?” he questioned with a smirk, walking over and reaching out to touch Shen’s face.
“If you wish your ball sac to maintain its grip on your balls,” Shen informed him politely, “do not think of even touching me.”
Pale blue eyes narrowed in anger as he stared down at the smaller man. “Is that a threat?”
“No, but according to several of your laws, touching a person without their consent is considered assault. You would not wish to assault me, would you? My lawyers are Do Wee Scarerum and Howe. Very effective.” Shen glared at the overconfident windbag, who was gaping at him in something akin to shock.
“And I’m a witness,” Del chimed in with Cara. They both exchanged nasty grins as they waited for J.P. to decide what to do.
“I was just going to welcome you to my district,” J.P. whined, dropping his hand as he saw how serious the Chinese man was. “I was just being friendly.”
“In choosing to call us ‘fresh meat,’ you implied we were goods to be bartered or bought. That statement can be misconstrued to mean you were propositioning me for services. If you want to pay for services, I suggest you seek out Trevah.”
He ignored her gasp of outrage and continued.
“As I’m a citizen of this country and of China, you would have to shift through a lot of bureaucratic red tape if I decide to misconstrue your little statement. And you will not like what I do to your body in the name of self defense if you take one step closer.”
“Uppity bitch,” J.P. snarled. The queens in the room exploded into laughter as the red-faced detective turned to leave.
“I found nothing, and it seems the crazy bitch was on drugs. If you can remember anything at all,” he called to the room at large as he made his way to the door, “call me.”
“You wish.” Dickie
rose to her feet and walked over to Shen and Del. “Those were pretty slick words, honey. Where did you pick up law lingo? You got a degree hidden or something?”
“No,” Shen said with a smile. “I watch Law & Order and CSI. It sounded good and, as they say, it is all in the delivery.”
Laughter met his words as the queens moved to their vanities and began to prepare their makeup.
“I think I need to make a phone call,” Shen decided, fishing around in his pockets until he found his cell. “I want to call Rika and ask him to pick me up tonight. I would feel more secure.”
With a look at Del to tell him to stay alert, Shen walked toward the back door to make his phone call. He hit the speed dial function on the neat video/camera/game system/recorder/email phone, the latest toy Barika had insisted they all have.
Within seconds, Barika’s strident voice was on the line. “What do you need?”
“Have you heard?” Shen asked, eyes down as he began to pace the parking lot.
“Just got the police blotter. Shelby is not pleased.”
“I would certainly hope not.” Shen’s voice was proper and succinct, a sure sign of his agitation. “Even if that young man was boorish, ill mannered, and poorly groomed, he did not deserve to become the next…”
What was that on the ground? “Are you there, Shen?” Barika asked, his voice showing some urgency as Shen’s clipped words ceased to flow.
“I think Cammie was indeed the latest victim.”
“And that is because?”
“Call it an educated guess.” Shen bent over and picked up the shining object that had caught his attention.
Resting in his palm was one earring, one chunky, metal, swap meet, gaudy earring. The same as the pair Cammie had worn the night before, its intricate catch system coated in a dark brown substance appeared to be old blood.
“Can you get Nalu to check and see if there are any wounds in the unfortunate Cammie’s ear?”
“Yeah, I can do that. What did you find?”
“A disgustingly boorish bauble that once belonged to the fashion-impaired Cammie. Right here in this parking lot, Rika.”
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