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Frank

During our engagement dinner with Alexia’s family, I received a text message from my precinct saying Captain Greer was shot. After I showed the message to Alex, we both maintained our composure and hastily said our goodbyes. Her dad seemed visibly upset with our unexpected departure, but I assured him it was all routine.

To begin with, Alex’s father had never been happy with her choice to join the police force instead of following him in corporate law. I chuckled to myself, wondering how he’d react after finding out she was working undercover as a topless waitress and dancer in a titty bar.

Once we were in the car, Alex called Janine to let her know about the shooting and asked her to get what information she could. Janine said she was informed already and all she knew was that Greer was in critical but stable condition at Memorial Hospital Los Angeles. Alex passed me her phone and I suggested she get the FBI to the hospital ASAP, since there was a chance our undercover operation might be compromised.

Janine was aware that Viktor’s tentacles of corruption reached deeply into the police force and department of justice. Our team had already complied an extensive list of crooked cops and judges, but we knew there were more. Because of this, I didn’t know who to trust, so I trusted no one.

I drove at break-neck speed in Alex’s mustang. If we'd taken my old Chevy I could have used my portable light and siren, so it was good that the roads were clear on the 101 as I tested the car’s limits.

I told Alex if Amos was ambushed, that might make us targets, also. I couldn’t help but suspect McNeal was involved in some way, but that was pure speculation on my part. Without facts I had nothing yet to base that suspicion on. McNeal knew that there was an ongoing investigation on his cohort Viktor Grekov and his crime bosses. However, this aggressive move didn’t fit with what I knew of Viktor’s cautious methods. I thought he had to be a fool to make such a bold move as to publicly shoot a police captain. From what I observed about Grekov, he was ruthless as a viper but not stupid.

Alex sat quietly while I wove through traffic, trying to make the drive from Santa Barbara to LA in as short a time as I could. The 302 roared to life as I pushed the car’s limits.

I shouted above the road noise, saying, “What was it you whispered to your mom after you told her that you didn't want an elaborate wedding?”

“Frank, this really isn't a good time.”

“Nonsense! There’s no better time than right now. We’re still an hour out.”

“Well… I went to my doctor a few days ago because I was sick to my stomach. I figured it was a touch of the flu, but it was something a lot more serious than that.”

Something a lot more serious? I tried not to panic and braced myself for the worst.

“Are you sick?"

“I couldn't be healthier!”

I glanced at her with a puzzled expression. “I’m confused.”

“Frank… I'm almost three months pregnant.”

I slowed down and pulled to the side of the road on the gravel shoulder, coming to a crunchy stop. This couldn’t be true. I stared at her, speechless.

“Say something,” she said nervously.

I put my hands on her cheeks, leaned forward and kissed her. “I'm going to be a daddy?”

“I guess I wasn't on the pill long enough before we made love the first time. I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? What’s there to be sorry about? I love you! I'm going to be a daddy!”

Just then, I saw the flashing lights of a highway patrol unit pulling up behind us. He paused to check our license plate and then came up to my window.

“I clocked you in on excess of ninety,” said the patrol officer. “License and registration please.”

I handed him my wallet with badge and replied, “This is perfect.”

He looked confused.

“We need an escort to Memorial Hospital, Los Angeles,” I explained. “It’s critical police business.”

The officer stepped back and spoke into his wireless for a few moments, then handed me my badge and said, “Follow me.”

He sped away with lights blazing. The Mustang had no trouble keeping up. Alex called Tom as we drove towards LA. He said both the FBI and special task force were alerted and were also enroute. He added that he had little information on the circumstances, except it had happened at a convenience store in South Central LA, and that they had video surveillance from the store’s security cameras.

I couldn’t create any scenarios with such limited information. Alex was on her cell when I reached down and took my snub-nosed back-up out of my leg holster and handed it to her.

“Put this in your purse,” I instructed.

Alex pushed it away and popped open the console between the seats. She pulled out a police automatic. “It is like American Express.” She grinned. “I never leave home without it.”

oOo

When we finally approached the emergency entrance of the hospital, the CHP unit pulled away after waving to us. There were several cruisers parked in the lot, along with an NBC news van. I suggested to Alex she stay in the car because going inside could have compromised her cover. She started to argue, but sat back in the passenger seat and crossed her arms in mock surrender. I told her I'd give her updates.

The receptionist directed me to the fourth-floor surgery unit. I noticed there were several plain clothed agents in the lobby.

Talk about the Feds trying to look inconspicuous. They might as well have held up a sign.

I was ushered into the waiting room and was immediately greeted by Greer’s wife. Gloria threw her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“Oh, Frank,” she said in a broken tearful voice. “They shot him! They shot my Alvin!”

I hugged her in hopes of calming her down. “I'm so sorry, I really am. What did the doctor say?”

“He was taken out of surgery a few minutes ago. The surgeon said he was critical—but stable. They said a bullet grazed his liver. I saw him before surgery and there was so much blood.” She broke down all over again.

Her clothing was stained in crimson.

“You get those bastards, Frank!” She wiped at her tears. “Promise me you’ll make them pay.”

I gently squeezed Gloria’s shoulders and said, “I promise I’ll do all I can.”

I left the waiting room and went to the nurses’ station to ask them what room Greer was in. They told me he was in 421, a private room. After flashing my badge to a plain clothed officer at the door, I found Alvin on a ventilator with tubes, wires, and monitors. I always hated hospitals. The constant beep of the equipment brought back childhood memories of my dad lying in the emergency, helpless on life-support.

A doctor came into the room, carrying a clipboard. Still dressed in his green surgical scrubs, he looked at me and said, “Are you Detective Frank McGannon?”

“Yes. What’s his prognosis?”

“May I see some identification?”

I handed him my badge and he examined it carefully, looking at my picture and then back at me.

“I’m Doctor Caitlin. Before Detective Greer went in to surgery he gave me this notepad with specific instructions to give it only to you.”

He handed me a small spiral notepad with bloody fingerprints on the cover.

I flipped it open and the first page had appointment schedules written—some of them scratched out. One of the addresses was 1259 Bayshore Drive. According to Tom, that was the street where Greer was shot. He must have been meeting someone there.

“How long until he can talk?” I asked.

“He's in an induced coma right now, recovering from two life threatening gunshot wounds. He also suffered extreme blood loss. Additional surgery will be needed. We were able to contain the bleeding, but one of the bullets fragmented on a rib. The pieces will have to be removed when he’s stronger.”

“Could you give me a call if his condition changes or if he wakes? Here’s my card.” I handed it over and shook his hand, thanking the doctor for saving Alvin’s life.

oOo

Alex wasn’t feeling too well when I came back to the car, so I drove her home. I suspected it was probably morning sickness.

We talked about how the pregnancy could affect her undercover position. I suggested she stay away from the club for a few days with the excuse that she had the flu; that would have given me enough time to sort things out. I was torn between letting her continue or to pull her permanently from the operation. Truth be told, I didn’t want the mother of my child being ogled and touched at that club for any reason.

Alex wanted me to stay with her, but I knew I needed to get to the office. By chain of command, I was now temporary department head and acting captain of homicide. We had contingency plans in place for this.

When I arrived at the precinct, there were already several detectives waiting for me. After a quick meeting, I went into Greer’s office and opened his safe that contained the sensitive undercover information. Using the encrypted software, I sent out a coded message to all the domestic and international department heads, explaining the situation and reassuring them that I’d keep them informed.

There was a tap on my door. I opened it to see McNeal looking at me. He had his usually smug look on his face.

“I guess this makes you department head,” he sighed. “Captain.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glared.

“Viktor wants to talk with you.”

I looked past him and noticed the detectives who were waiting to see me. “Viktor will have to wait. I’ve got a department to run.”

“I strongly suggest that you don’t leave him waiting,” McNeal replied with a cocky expression.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Nah, of course not. I was only reminding you of who’s in charge. It would be a shame if something happened to that hot little girlfriend of yours.”

I reacted instantly by grabbing him by the collar and shoving him against the wall.

He raised his hands and said, “Don’t you do anything you might regret.”

“You get near Alex and I’ll beat the—”

“Whoa! Slow down cowboy! Don’t shoot the messenger. Viktor has an assignment for you.”

“Look, asshole, I’m meeting with my team. If I have time, I’ll talk with jerk-wad.”

“I’ll do you a favor and not relay that message. One more thing… since your captain lives, this isn’t a homicide. The case is in my jurisdiction. I’ll need all the evidence collected.”

“Get the fuck outta here, McNeal before this actually becomes a murder case.” I opened the door and shoved him out.

That SOB had the nerve to look back at me and smile.

“Looking forward to working with you, Captain. After all, this is about one of our own.”

Janine

I opened the small plastic vial and tapped the contents onto my hand mirror, dividing the precious powder into three lines with a credit card. Using a rolled up ten-dollar bill, I snorted up two lines and chased that with double shot of Jacks. Fuck. I lived for this shit.

I knew I was in serious need of detox when this assignment was completed, but for now this was the only way I could cope with being Viktor’s girl and doing the disgusting things I had to do. I knew he was responsible for my sister’s abduction murder; I looked forward to the day I could put a bullet in his head. There was no way I’d let him plea bargain his way out with his crooked judges. I found my hatred for him to be my supreme motivator.

There were times when I couldn’t believe the things I’d done in the past three years of investigation. It was a long and difficult road, but my patience and perseverance seemed to be finally paying off.

Earlier today, Viktor told me to prepare things at the mansion for some important guests, which meant arranging the entertainment and accommodations. He’d hinted that some of his international partners were visiting, if not all of them, and I was to do everything possible to make their stay memorable. What did “memorable” mean in Viktor Grekov’s crooked dictionary? Girls, girls, and more girls.

This was the break we were looking for. I had used the guise of preparing for the party to ask him how many would be attending. Viktor had hesitated but eventually revealed it would be twelve or thirteen.

I knew from our Interpol contacts that this could possibly be all the international players we’d had under investigation. Catching them all together was an imperative because association with known criminals was evidence of collusion under international law. I knew we needed a comprehensive plan, and we needed it soon.

I wasn’t sure how they’d managed, but I was informed the FBI had already bugged the mansion with undetectable surveillance devices. I sure hoped they worked because we’d be totally dependent on them to remotely monitor the activity inside.

I snorted in the remaining line of cocaine and shuttered as it hit my nervous system. It was important that I call Frank to give him an update, so I headed out to my car for privacy. He picked up on the first ring.

“Frank, we need to talk. I think we finally have a break in this case.”

“Lay it on me.”

“Viktor told me to prepare the mansion for about thirteen dignitaries. After all this time we’ve finally got them all in one location. Their security will be extremely high, so we need to limit who has this information as not to spook them.”

“That’s great! I’ve got some good news for you too.”

“What?”

“Captain Greer has been upgraded to stable condition and… I’m going to be a daddy!”

“Oh my God! Alex is pregnant?” I nearly dropped my phone. “How in the hell did that happen?”

“Well, the way it works is… there’s a boy and a girl…”

“Very funny! I thought she was using birth control.”

“So did I. I guess I must have some real fast swimmers.”

I wanted to be in the moment and be happy for them, but there were more important things to discuss.

“Frank, I have something else I need to tell you—something you’re not going to like.”

“Rip off the bandage fast, Janine. Let’s hear it.”

“Viktor insisted that Alex be a part of the entertainment at the mansion. I think he wants her to sing, but I can’t guarantee that’s all she’ll be asked to do.”

After a long pause, Frank said, “I’ll talk to her when I get home. Those perverts won’t touch her. I won’t allow it. She’s not some whore.”

“You mean like me?” My heart sank. “Don’t you?”

“I didn’t mean that, Janine. I know the sacrifice you’ve made to bring these scumbags to justice. I just don’t want my fiancée and mother of my child to be manhandled by these low-life criminals.”

“I know this is tough for you, Frank, but if she refuses to go, it might raise suspicion. If she does go, I’ll do my best to protect her—though I can’t promise anything. I don’t know these men. You need to talk it over with Alex. I’ll need an answer soon.”

“I’ll talk with her tonight when I get to the apartment. Right now, I need to go talk with Viktor—he’s asked to see me.”

ALEXIA

After going to the drug store to buy some Ibuprofen, all I could think about was getting off my feet. I inserted my keycard in the door and waited for the green light. I wondered if anyone was home yet. My mind was preoccupied by what was going to happen with my pregnancy and pending nuptials. Truth be told, I really didn’t feel I was ready for marriage or motherhood. This was all moving so fast.

I pushed open the door and it appeared there was no one home. After dropping my purse on the entry table, I climbed the stairs, looking forward to lounging in a warm bath and soaking my sore feet. My swollen ankles were killing me. I stripped off my clothes, tossing them haphazardly on the bed before I headed for the bath to turn on the water.

“Hi, babes.”

“Janine!” I exclaimed in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.”

“It’s all good.” She smiled. “I just got home not too long ago. Sit down. We need to talk.”

I sat on the toilet and swung my legs over to put my feet in the tub. “I hope you don’t mind, but my feet are killing me.”

“It’s because you’re pregnant.”

“Frank told you? Of course he told you,” I recanted. “I’m surprised he’s not handing out cigars.” I laughed.

“Well, congratulations, sweetie. You’ll make a great mom.”

“Thanks, but this was accidental and it really doesn’t fit into my long-term plans at all. A baby changes everything. I didn’t go to college so I could be a housewife. I know Frank well enough. He’ll want me to stay home changing diapers.”

“That’s exactly why I had my tubes tied. I like sex too much and I’m not into babies. I’d be a horrible wife and even worse mother. Plus, there’s no chance in hell that I could remain monogamous.”

I understood her reservations.

“Janine, can I discuss something private with you in absolute strict confidence?”

“You don’t even need to ask. I would never betray anything you tell me, so go ahead. You’ve peaked my curiosity.”

“Do you remember when I first started this undercover assignment and how scared I was of everything?”

“How could I forget? I really didn’t believe you could handle the assignment, but you proved me wrong. You overcame your fears of being publicly exposed quicker than I thought—even faster than me. I think you’re a natural exhibitionist, Alex. You’ve become a fan favorite at the club.” She winked.

“That’s my problem.” I exhaled slowly. “When I first started this assignment, I had absolutely no experience with men, including my sexuality. It was only my pride and determination not to fail that kept me going. I realized recently that I’m not fearful anymore. In fact, the longer I did this gig, the more I liked it!”

“What is it you like about it?”

“I don’t know exactly. I love singing and the attention, especially the power I have over men; it’s addictive. The whole thing just seems so… naughty. As Frank can testify, I love sex more than anyone probably should. There are times I’m so sexually demanding that I think I’ll kill him!”

Janine erupted in laughter. “Poor Frank! You do know every man’s dream is to be fucked to death? Honey, you are preaching to the choir. I know exactly what you’re feeling, but you’re still young and filled with hormones.”

“Your telling me! Now I’m filled with more than hormones.” I giggled.

“I can see how the thought of becoming a wife and mother is daunting to you, but you picked a good man. In my thirty-five years on this planet, I’ve never seen a couple more in love than you two.”

“So, you don’t think I’m a bit… depraved?”

“For loving sex? Hell no! But I might not be the best person to ask moral advice from. Remember, I’ve already had a three-way with both of you. However, I know this for sure: you need to work this out before you make a lifetime commitment to forsake all others. Do you think you’re ready to take those vows?”

“That’s my problem,” I said. “I should be able to answer that question with a ‘yes’ in absolute certainty. But I can’t. I love and adore Frank more than I ever thought I could love anyone. However, I’m haunted by this feeling that I still have some unfinished business—or maybe I’m just getting cold feet.”

“Normally I’d suggest that you put off getting married for a year or two if you feel that way, but your condition makes that option seem unlikely.”

“Thing is, Janine… I’ve only been with one man my entire life. I have nothing to compare. My curiosity about other men has been playing tricks on my mind. I also know if I don’t come to terms with this before we marry, it could destroy our marriage.”

The dam had broken, as my tears started to flow.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” my voice cracked. “I find myself checking out men constantly. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. Maybe it’s the sexually charged environment we work in. I’m not sure of anything anymore. This job is messing with my head. I need to talk about this with Frank. I think we can work this out together.”

“I trust you will.” Janine smiled. “One way or the other. By the way… there’s one more important thing you need to know. Viktor has requested that you be part of the entertainment at his coming party at the mansion. I’m sure all he wants is for you to sing because the band will be there, but I don’t know these men. It’s more than likely that they’ll take one look at you and want a lot more than your voice.”

“Does Frank know?”

“He knows. He’s not a happy camper. The good news is, if all goes well, this might be the final assignment of this operation. In a couple weeks there’s a strong possibility that your undercover duty may be finished with and we can go back to living a normal life.”

“Honestly, that that would be incredible, but I think a normal life might seem kind of boring after all this. Don’t you?” I laughed.

“I hear ya. We’ll talk more tonight when Frank and Tom are home.”

Janine stood up in the tub and grabbed a towel. I always liked seeing her nude with her magnificently toned body and perfect tits. It stirred in me some memories of my first sexual encounter with her.

She saw me looking and smiled, almost as if she knew my thoughts.

“Alex, have you considered that these feelings you’re experiencing could be due to your pregnancy?”

“It’s possible.”

“Go take your bath, hun and relax. You’ll be fine.”

Frank

Viktor’s office reeked of cigars. His accountant was going over the spreadsheets (most likely working on his money laundering schemes). He looked like a nerd—complete with pocket protector and balding head. After everything would go down, I knew that the bankers and accountants would be the first to turn states evidence and seek to make a deal.

“Have any idea where Viktor is?” I asked.

He raised his head and finally acknowledged my presence. “I think he’s with Inna, interviewing some new hires.”

“Where?”

He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his figures.

I walked to the front, but all I could see were workers setting up tables, so I decided to head to the kitchen and found Viktor. He was talking to a new cook and motioned me over as soon as he noticed me.

“Taste this, Frank.” He pushed a spoon towards me.

I took a sip. “Mmm… it’s good. What is it?”

“This is Borsch, the way it’s made in the old country. It’s going on the menu.”

“You wanted to talk with me?” I asked.

“That was yesterday.” He pulled me aside and said, “Why the fuck are you here now, a day later?”

“I had my hands full with the Captain’s shooting.”

“That’s exactly why I wanted to talk with you, to assure you that I, nor my boys had nothing to do with that shooting. But… since it did happen, you’re now in charge, right?”

“Temporarily, yes.”

“What if I provided you with the names and location of the shooters? In good faith, of course.”

I looked at him with skepticism. “What’s the catch?”

“Frank, Frank, Frank, you don’t trust me?”

“Of course not. What’s in it for you?”

He took the ladle and dipped out a bowl of soup before offering it to me.

“Just like this soup, everything has a recipe for either success or failure. These assholes shot a cop and that is a recipe for disaster. Your patrols and increased surveillance are bad for business.”

“I knew there had to be something in it for you. You’re not the charitable kind. So where do we find them?”

“Frankie, my boy, as you Americans say, ‘don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.’” He laughed and added, “They’re at the Motel Six in South Central.” Viktor fished a paper out of his pocket and handed it over.

I stuffed it in my vest pocket and took a spoonful of Borsch. I had to admit, it tasted great.

“The recipe is on the paper I gave you,” he said. “The address is on the back. Enjoy!”

oOo

We used several unmarked cruisers to surround the motel. The room was on the second story and the swat team approached from both directions. Following procedure, the lead officer hammered with the butt of his rifle on the door and announced, “Police!”

Immediately, automatic rifle fire erupted in the room, blasting out the window and riddling the door with holes. One swat member went down clutching his leg, and another tossed in a concussion grenade. Splinters flew as a battering ram knocked the door off its hinges and the armor-plated swat team stormed in firing.

The gunfire ceased in just a few seconds. The entire area smelled of nitrocellulose.

Before the assault began, we had the motel manager help us remove all guests from the building quietly. It was a good thing we did—the bullets had cut through the drywall several rooms over. The scene was something out of a war zone. One body was on the floor by the nightstand, twisted in a grotesque position with half its skull gone; the other two were found on the bathroom floor. One was still breathing, but expired before the paramedics could get to him.

The thing that didn’t go unnoticed was the excessive amount of drugs that were stacked up on the vanity. This had had to be a major distribution location. It suddenly occurred to me why Viktor had given us this address: he was using the police to do the dirty work of eliminating his competition. Like I said, Viktor wasn’t stupid—but I was gullible.

I had my team collect all the firearms so I could match ballistics with the bullet the surgeon had pulled from Greer, though I had my suspicions we wouldn’t find a match. Viktor had set us up. The press would see this as a major victory against drug crime.

oOo

I let myself into our apartment around 7pm. I was dog tired after meeting with my team and dealing with mountains of paperwork. As soon as I walked in, Alex jumped on me, nearly knocking me to the floor and kissing me like she hadn’t seen me in a month.

“What has gotten into you, woman?”

“Well, in about ten minutes I hope it’s you," she smirked.

The fact that she was wearing a scanty top and skimpy thong didn’t go unnoticed. I saw our two roommates dressed in similar casual attire. Janine was in her bra and panties; Tom was shirtless in his briefs. I thought how we all were becoming less and less inhibited the longer we shared this suite together.

“It’s been a long day, doll. What I need most is a shower and a six pack. Get me a beer will you, sexy?” I slapped her butt.

“Okay, but you can’t avoid me much longer.” She bit her lip and trotted off to the kitchenette.

Tom and Janine were stretched out on the divan, watching the news. To be honest, I was a bit jealous of Tom’s abs; they rippled as he bent forward to grip his beer.

I sat on the recliner as my pregnant fiancé dropped into my lap, making me spill my beer.

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

“I horny, Gi. I give you number one boom-boom,” Alex said, imitating a line from Full Metal Jacket. Everyone laughed.

Janine looked at me and said, “You’ve had a very busy day. It’s all over the news. It seems you are some local hero for bringing down a major drug operation. How in the hell does a homicide detective bring down a drug operation? Are you moonlighting with the DEA? And what happened to being low profile?” She was pissed.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you after I take a shower. By the way, Greer is doing better and off the critical list.”

I headed upstairs with Alex following close, holding onto my shirt. Her recent change in personality was starting to bother me. I was more than happy for this operation to conclude and return to normal life—if that was still possible.

“Let me shower,” I said. “I stink. Can you wait?”

“Hurry up! Or I’ll start without you.” She gave me a sexy smile.

oOo

I placed my hands on the shower wall and let the water pour over my head. I could wash my skin but could not clear my mind. The way Viktor manipulated me made my insides boil. I was tired to the bone and drained to the last drop. Suddenly, the shower door popped open and Alex hugged up against my back, pushing those magnificent globes of perfection against me.

“I love you,” she whispered.

I turned to face her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we kissed. She kissed as if she wanted to drain the very life from me. I swear this woman could raise the dead. I lowered her down on my raging erection that had been flaccid moments earlier, slipping inside. She moaned in satisfaction.

I had seen people in pornos having sex in the standing position, but I never dreamed it was so physically demanding. I was lucky that Alex was only about a hundred pounds.

“Ooooh… yesss. That’s it… Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Oh God, oh God… don’t stop. Keep going… Ahhhh!”

The shower walls shook, as I did my best. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make it work. My aging back was at its limit. When I set her down on the shower stool, the relief was almost as good as the sex itself. I felt every one of my fifty years.

Back in the bedroom, I’d returned to a more familiar environment. I slipped my hand down and began to probe Alex’s bare mound. I used my forefinger to stroke her labial lips, and as they moistened, I pushed my finger into her as slowly and as smoothly as I could. She began to respond.

Alex hung her head on my shoulder; her breathing was becoming irregular. I felt her hips begin to move rhythmically as I continued pleasuring her with my finger. I added a second finger, curling upward as I began to search for her G spot. I was sure I had found it when she reacted more dramatically to my probing.

It was at that point that Alex began to take over. She grabbed my cock, pushed my active hand out of the way and climbed on top of me, stuffing my erection into her with a single stab. The next thing I knew, she had a lock on my shoulders as she pounded up and down on my cock, with her eyes squeezed tight and a grimace on her lips. This was apparently serious business to her, and she was relentless as she used me for her own needs. Some might call it selfish, but I was more inclined to think of it as self-awareness.

Alex was in a world of her own, driving herself toward an orgasm yet unclaimed. I had no idea how long I could hold on under this assault. I was strangely able to, as I discovered that I was merely a passenger at this point. I really didn't feel that I was close to letting go because my total focus was on her. All I could do was hold on with both hands and let her do her "thing." I could hardly recognize her and thought how much she’d changed. She was perplexing to me with her insatiable newfound sexual prowess.

I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it was far longer than I’d expected. When she finally reached her destination, she redefined the meaning of "explosive orgasm." I was sure the ground shook before her body collapsed on mine.

Alex breathed out her exhaustion. I held her until things started to return to normal.

"You were amazing,” she finally managed.

"That was pretty crazy.” I chuckled. “Where did that come from?"

"I have no clue. Once you got me started, it was hard to stop." She nuzzled into my neck, retuning to a passive state.

"Tell me what I can do for you, baby," I said with some trepidation.

"Hun, I like it all. I can't think of anything that I won't enjoy."

I decided to go back to basics. I would see where my old, reliable top to bottom tongue and finger technique could take us. I rolled her over on her back and began to make love to her spectacular breasts, using my tongue, lips, and fingertips. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, but it didn't take long before I was getting vocal signals and body movement that told me I’d reignited her fire.

I rose up slightly to begin my move down her fabulous body. Alex promptly pushed her hand down my abdomen and grasped my cock.

Now, this could be a problem.

There was only so much distance between the length of her arm and the length of my cock. I knew I wasn't going anywhere as long as she had this grip on my manhood.

"Sweetheart... let go of me. Let me do my thing for a while. I'll be right here when you need me," I promised.

She released her hand and placed it on the back of my head.

My tongue in her navel cavity produced a brief response. I suspected she wanted more direct contact, so I continued my journey down to her lovely pussy. Her mound was bright red from the aggressive exercise it had experienced earlier, and her clitoris was still extended and prominent. I pushed her thighs wide apart as I moved further down.

I began by dragging the top of my tongue along her perineum and up toward her labia, stopping just before I reached her clit. She pushed her hips up in response to my strokes, and as she did, I moved one hand to her ass cheek and began to slip a finger inside the crack and gently touch her anus. She jumped in response to my first touch, telling me I had found a sensitive spot. I kept sliding my finger across and around the tiny opening as my tongue continued its slow glide up her lovely pussy.

I kept this up for several moments until, without any warning, I inserted my fingertip into her anus. She reacted again, but this time with a vocal grunt that I took for approval. Each time that I stroked her with my tongue, I pushed my finger slightly farther into her. It was clearly pleasurable to her, as she began to move her hips again in that very inviting way. I had to push the process along, and again, without warning, I locked my lips on her clit stroked my finger in and out of her ass. She responded quickly with a howl of surprise and then pushed back on my hand as I finger-fucked her ass. All the while, my tongue was massaging her clit as I held it between my lips.

Alex was really starting to move now. I added a second finger in her butt and she arched her back violently in response, continuing to push back. I released her clit and brought my head up as her hips were reacting wildly again. I took it as an invitation to complete this portion of my foreplay by adding a third finger in her ass and increasing the pace of my stroke.

"Aaaaaaaaahh… gawwd…" she howled. Her breathing was back to gasps and her hips danced above the bed as my hand moved rapidly in and out of her ass. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from her, rolling over and arching her gorgeous butt in the air.

"Give me the real thing... now!" she demanded.

This was new territory for us both.

“Alex… are you sure?”

“Shove your cock up my ass and pound me!”

Who was this woman? She wasn’t my fiancée, but I was too horny to evaluate her mind. Instead, I crawled up behind her, lubricated my erection in her pussy and then pushed the head of my cock into the now-widened anal opening. Carefully, I applied a steady push as I entered her.

Alex groaned and gasped, pushing back at me, welcoming my invasion. I was almost halfway in when I began to pump slowly, allowing her to get used to my intrusion. I had never done this to her before and I was going on instinct and caution as we began our first anal intercourse. Even though Alex was a rookie at this, within a few stroked, she was demanding for me to fuck her harder.

"Ooooh… fuck my ass! Give it to me! Make me come!" she shouted.

I wondered how long I could last and the answer was… not long. Fortunately, Alex seemed ready as well. When I felt my pending release, I demanded that she come with me.

"Here it comes… Here it comes ... I can't hold back!" And I didn't.

I felt the warm spurts of semen in her tight anal canal. It was a whole new thing. It was completely different than vaginal sex and I hoped she felt rewarded.

oOo

She was in tears—crying… because of me.

“Alex? Alex, baby, please let me in.”

I stood on the opposite side of the bathroom door, punishing myself for having engaged in something that she probably wasn’t ready for.

After what seemed like ages, she finally let me in and revealed that she felt ashamed. I couldn’t understand why she needed to be ashamed, but she explained that it was as if something else had taken possession over her mind and body and all she could focus on was carnal desire. Apparently, Alex had always thought that anal sex was dirty, and now that she had done it, she was experiencing some cognitive dissonance.

I reassured her that I loved her and that there was no need to feel ashamed. It was an amazing experience that only brought us closer.

“I love you, Frank,” she whispered into my chest as I held her. “I’d be a mess without you.”

“Not true. You’d still be your strong, amazing, resilient self.”

She met my eyes and kissed me softly.

Underneath all that strength was a soft and sensitive young woman.

“If this was the last sex of my life, I’d still die a happy man.” I grinned. “But… we need to go back down stairs.”

“Let me take a quick shower. I’ll join you soon.”

oOo

Tom and Janine were grinning like a couple Cheshire cats when I returned downstairs. They’d probably heard us having sex.

“Mmmmm, that looks good,” I said, coveting their grilled cheese sandwiches.

“I’d bet they’re not as tasty as what you were eating,” Tom joked. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll share mine if you share yours.” He grinned as Janine slapped his shoulder.

I walked over to the grill and started buttering the bread. In under five minutes, I devoured the sandwich and was about to make a second one when Alex entered the kitchen.

“Hey, doll, you want one?” I asked.

“You know I don’t eat bread or cheese. I don’t want to lose my schoolgirl figure.” She placed her hands on her hips and posed.

“Well,” Janine interjected. “I hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but in a couple more months you won’t be able to avoid a big belly.”

“Yeah,” Alex sighed with a frown. “But I’m still gonna be one hot mama!”

I flipped my sandwich and addressed the group. “Okay, we need to talk business.”

They all booed.

“Alex, can you get my briefcase in the entry? In the top pouch there is a floor plan of Viktor’s mansion.”

She stretched out the blueprints on the dining table and put coffee cups on each of the corners.

“I got these building plans from the department records this afternoon,” I said. “Janine, you will have to tell us if there are any structural changes you’re aware of. You’re the only one that’s been there recently. Use the red marker to underline any changes you see that are different from these original construction plans.”

She studied the blueprint for a few minutes and pulled the cap off the marker. Janine circled the entrances, windows, and then marked the whole back wall of the entertainment room.

“The entrances are all reinforced armor steel blast doors and the windows are bullet proof glass,” she said. “On this wall”—she pointed—“are book cases that are actually false cabinets opening into an escape tunnel. The tunnel leads to the boat house by the lake. It’s located behind the main house by the dock. The rest of the changes to the house appear to be superficial decorating ones, but I can’t be a hundred percent sure. Just so you know, Viktor has security cameras placed in every room and has it monitored at a remote location. I’m pretty sure the FBI has hacked into that live feed.”

“Thanks, Janine,” I said. “With what you’ve shared I’d guess any direct assault is out of the question. I’m not sure, but I think the security will be difficult to breach. You have any thoughts?”

Tom asked, “How about using their escape route as our access? We can enter through the lake and secure the boathouse. Then use the tunnel to breach their security. Once we are inside, it will be shock and awe.”

“That sounds like a real military plan. What were you? A Green Beret?”

“Actually, that’s close. I was a Navy Seal assigned to Special Ops.”

“Damn… how come I never knew that?”

“Need to know, man, need to know. I bet you also didn’t know Janine was a badass Marine before she was FBI.”

“Well, aren’t you two full of surprises?” I chuckled. “What do you think, Janine? Is this doable?”

She looked skeptical but answered, “This is extremely complicated. There are any number of little things that could go wrong. We don’t know how much security will be guarding the tunnels, and the video feed to the tunnels will need to be cut. Remember, Alex and I will be inside but unable to do much. If shooting starts, we are without protection along with all the girls. Plus, the club will need to be raided at the same time. This seems to me to be a logistical nightmare and we need superior coordination by all the departments. However, it can be done.”

“That’s it, comrades.” I beamed. “That’s all we can do tonight. Let’s sleep on it and we’ll talk in the morning.”

oOo

I tried my hardest to quench Alex’s fire. We made love until my strength weakened and I passed out. The next morning, I woke up in the best way possible with a brunette bobbing her head on my morning wood.

“Well, good morning to you,” I said.

“Gug mogig,” she answered as best she could with her mouth full of cock.

“Sweetheart, this feels great, but I gotta pee.”

Much to her chagrin, I pulled away and practically ran to the restroom. One thing chicks will never understand is how difficult it is for a guy to urinate with an erection. I was standing there thinking of my grandmother, trying to neutralize my boner when Alex wrapped her arms around me and pressed her hard nipples against my back, making my cock like steel. I pulled away and stepped in the shower, bursting forth with yellow rain that coated the shower wall.

“Ewww! That’s nasty!” she said.

I sighed in relief. “Sometimes you can be such an evil little bitch!”

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to your betrothed?”

“If you weren’t with child, I’d spank the living daylights out of you.”

She bent over and pushed her sexy butt toward me and replied, “Hmmm, spank me, I’ve been such a bad girl.”

I swatted her fanny with a loud smack and said, “Go wait in the bedroom. I’ve got a mess to clean up.”

“Awww, you’re no fun.”

I washed off the urine, though I couldn’t help but chuckle at Alex’s mischievous behavior. I thought of how different she was from when I first met her. Now she was soaring with newfound self-confidence.

We had the entire Saturday to be together, even though work was never far away.

I walked into the bedroom and found her on hands and knees, wiggling her butt. I guess she really did want a spanking. I walked up to the side of the bed and she turned her head to the side and smiled at me. I looked at her shapely cheeks and large titties that were hanging down. Her thick long brunette hair was fanned out on the sheets. I thought what a lucky man I was to have her in my life.

“You just gonna stand there gawking at me? Remember what a bad girl I am. Don’t you think I need some discipline?”

I rubbed her cheeks, but instead of a spanking I slipped a finger into her wet folds. I knew her spot, crooking my index finger to reach it.

“Oh G-God!” She shuttered.

I pulled out my fingers and swatted her hard. “Did I give you permission to cum?”

“N-no. No, Sir.”

That will cost you five more swats, you bad, bad girl.”

“Oh, please, Sir. I’ll be good. I promise.” She giggled.

The room sounded of five firm smacks. She responded with an “Ow!” each time my palm made contact. I couldn’t believe how aroused this role-play made me. Instead of more swatting, I bent over and kissed her rosy red cheeks. All I could focus on was engulfing her dripping pussy and I did just that.

Alex was multiple orgasmic by nature and shook as her body stiffened.

“Wait,” she breathed, “I need to take a break. I’m too sensitive.”

I ignored her plea and sucked on her swollen clit, until she exploded several more times. Before I met her, I really wasn’t into giving oral sex, but now it was my favorite form of fore-play.

“Fuck me!” she pleaded.

I pushed her legs up on my shoulders and was positioned for the grand entrance when I realized we weren’t alone. I looked over my shoulder and saw both Janine and Tom standing by the door, totally nude.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.

“Go ahead.” Janine grinned. “Don’t stop on our account! We had to come up and check out what the ruckus was about.” She squeezed Tom’s formable erection.

“Well, now you know—so leave.”

“Fuck me baby!” Alex pleaded.

I pushed my hips forward and speared her in one stroke. This was bizarre. I had never been watched by another man before, but it didn’t seem to matter to Alex; she kept bucking up at me.

The mattress began to give way as Janine laid beside us. We were in the throws of passion when I suddenly realized that Tom had joined Janine and was vigorously pounding her so hard that the bed shook and groaned under the abuse.

“Oh! Oh! Oh my God! Oh my God!” The girls screamed in unison. It sounded like they were having a religious experience. The slapping of skin and moaning filled the room. Even the smell of sex was highly intoxicating.

I couldn’t hold off any longer as that familiar wave engulfed me, and I erupted. Alex and I just achieved one of those rarest of events in life as we came together, despite having visitors in our bed.

“Yessss, that’s it. Ahhhh fill me,” Alex panted as I collapsed on her.

Tom and Janine were not far behind. Janine was like Alex, far from a quiet fuck. I discovered that first on my birthday. She screamed and moaned just like I remembered. Tom rolled off, gasping for breath before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

We lay quietly, reflecting on what had happened.

I kissed Alex and Janine stroked my cheek. When I turned my head to say something, she kissed me. I started to panic at the thought of what was happening. I was in bed with my fiancé, kissing another woman. This was wrong.

“It’s okay.” Janine whispered.

Tom came back and went to Alex’s side of the bed, standing beside her with his huge thick semi-erect cock; it grotesquely hung in front of her face. He immediately captured her attention. She stared at him, wide eyed. He hadn’t even bothered cleaning it off. It was still coated with their cum.

I wanted to put a halt to this, but I paused to see her reaction. Alex looked perplexed as Tom took her hand and placed it on his rapidly expanding member. After a few moments—which seemed like an eternity—Alex removed her hand and placed her palm on his abs, pushing him away.

“What the hell are you doing, Tom? Get the fuck away from me!” She looked at Janine accusingly. “This is fucked up. I don’t need another man. I love Frank.

“I… I thought this was what you wanted, Alex,” Janine said.

“It’s not! How could you betray my trust after everything I shared? I thought you’d understand how the mission was fucking with my head. I’m pregnant for fuck’s sake!” She rolled over and hugged me like I was her lifeline.

Tom apologized over and over. “I’m sorry, Alex! It’s just that Janine said… never mind. This was all a misunderstanding. I’m so very sorry.”

“What the hell was this about?” I asked.

Alex squeezed me tight and said, “Hun, it’s complicated. I’ll tell you later.”

Tom and Janine left us in a hurry. I was confused about what had happened.

I rubbed Alex’s back as she cooed. In no time, I started to drift off to sleep in contentment with my girl in my arms, when she shook me and said, “Not so fast, buster. We’re not finished.”

What could I could I do? I was powerless to say no to a woman I loved, especially when those gorgeous tits were in my face.

oOo

We met in an old hanger of a defunct Air Force base. The joint task force consisted of teams from four countries. The CIA was there unofficially, as they weren’t allowed to operate on American soil. The target site was projected on a blank wall.

“I think we’re ready to begin,” I announced into the microphone on the podium.

Conversations ceased, and all heads turned towards me. I always liked talking with the military types; they had a sense of decorum, rarely interrupted, and never talked over each other.

“Before I begin, I’d like to inform you of Captain Greer’s status. The follow-up surgery was successful, and he is now listed in fair condition. However, he will not be joining us on this raid or any in the future. He’s opted for retirement.”

There was a round of applause. I shuffled through my papers and projected our time schedule.

“As you can see, this timeline has little room for improvisation. The starting time is unknown because we need to make sure all the guests arrive—that’s where our inside agents come into play. Agent Janine Voltaire will give the sign to begin. After that, the snipers on the opposing hill-top will take out the roof guards. That’s when the Special Operations team disguised as a road work crew will create a diversion by taking out one of the limousines with a rocket launcher.”

“Sir?” said Alex. “May I ask a question?”

“Yes, you may, Ms. Masterson.”

“When the diversionary attack occurs, there will be numerous civilian workers trapped inside— most of them women. How do you propose protecting them? Won’t they be potential hostages?”

“Our plan is to avoid all casualties, but some collateral damage might be inevitable.”

“Well, I know these girls and I don’t see them as collateral damage. I have a suggestion. Agent Voltaire is in charge of the entertainment and food—is it possible to use that to our advantage by smuggling in things we need?”

“That’s a thought. Thank you. Any more suggestions or questions before we move on?”

“I do, Sir.” A ruggedly handsome guy that was sitting next to Alex stood up.

“What do you have to say?” I asked

“I’m Lieutenant Commander Paulson and I have a simple solution. I was in an extraction situation with similar challenges several years ago. We used a small canister of gas that temporarily knocked out the inhabitants of the building. We were able to save the hostages and avoid all loss of life.”

“That is a fine suggestion. Tell me more.”

“Your building plan indicates central-air. All that is needed is for your inside agents to put the gas container in place. The beauty of it is that anyone that is inoculated beforehand will not be susceptible to the effects of knockout gas.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant Commander. I will have the logistics officer talk to you about the procurement of this gas. What remains is the assault through the tunnel.”

I pointed to the timeline again and said, “Our commandos will come in using scuba gear. They’ll secure the boat house, then breach the tunnel security. It is critical that the tunnel video feed be cut. When the assault on the mansion takes place, the raid on the club will begin by the FBI and over a hundred arrest warrants will be served on crooked judges, cops, and politicians.” I paused briefly. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. That concludes the meeting for today. We will meet again with a definitive plan. You will be contacted.”

As the meeting broke up, I saw Alex laughing with Paulson. She handed him something before walking over to me

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Greg is in town for a week and he wants a date.” She simpered.

“What the fuck?”

“Not with me, silly. I’m setting him up with Sandy from the club.”

“Ah. Okay. I thought he was asking you out.”

“He did. I just told him I wasn’t available.” Alex giggled. “You’re gonna have to realize that men aren’t going to suddenly find me invisible just because I’m your woman. If we are to make this marriage work, you need to trust me. Can you do that, Frank?”

“Of course! I will trust you. I do trust you.”

“Good. Although, I must admit… he is kinda cute,” she teased.

I swatted her butt and said, “You’re impossible!”