Rigor MortisChapter 2
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In all honesty, I have to admit that I was a bit embarrassed by our impulsive threesome.
I could tell that Eve was pretty much onboard with the cherry breaking ceremony and she was so nervous that she spent a lot of time just giggling and laughing about the whole thing. She silently watched me pounding her older sister into the mattress afterwards and she felt her body all over like she was in some kind of a voodoo trance like one of those zombie movies that always amused me.
Anyway, the three of us were grownups about the affair and I promised them both to always have a handy supply of condoms available because they both wanted to avoid motherhood for different reasons far too complicated to even discuss.
I was surprised that my new partner, FBI Special Agent Gloria was so progressive minded that she was enthusiastic about christening her baby sister with my full eight inches and she didn’t seem the least bit concerned about our age difference or sharing me with her younger sibling. Then again, we were now in the middle of the sexual revolution driven by changing values for young people and a free pass for lots of things previously considered unacceptable behavior. I was not in a position to object since free pussy is free pussy and I was just as guilty as the next guy in trying my best to get my share while the getting was good.
Gloria invited me to the FBI laboratory to go over the forensic data they had collected on all of murders assumed to be connected to the “dirty cop” problem in the city. The thing that struck me right away was the similarity in the style of the murders. They reminded me of how the mob had streamlined their Five Family approach to controlling the five boroughs of New York City with a different family for each one. Then, instead of competing against each other, they split the pie equally and took care of their own territories. It was looking like they were doing it the same way or internal payoffs to the cops and allowing them to organize the same way as the syndicate. I remembered discussing this same concept with Uncle Joe well over a year ago before any of this had started and he had just laughed it off and told me to “mind my own business”.
It was at that point that I seriously began to suspect my Uncle’s involvement with the case and that it went further than just as an observer of the system that had declined rapidly in recent years.
They had set up a nice photo chart of the victims and their prime suspects and it all began to look like there was a definite mob connection to each murder and that there was a pattern of control that pointed at an unknown coordinator either high up in the police ranks or a member of the civilian political management at city hall. It was beginning to look more suspicious with regard to Uncle Joe’s involvement in all of this right from the start of the entire dirty affair.
Right from the start, I did not want to air my suspicions to Gloria or anyone else at the Attorney General’s office because I knew the swamp was deep and filled with leaks and betrayal at every turn.
I could tell from the data already collected that the Internal Affairs department was in this thing up to their eyeballs and that most of the investigators were taking bribes from the mob in their respective boroughs as regular as their paychecks coming from city hall.
I knew my Uncle was a bachelor and certainly didn’t live a flashy lifestyle. He wasn’t a junkie, or a gambler and his vices was all in moderation at least on the surface. That was a big plus in the favor of him just being an innocent bystander and there was no evidence to implicate him to the murders or the mayhem of the “dirty cop” detail.
It was easy to pick out a few names from the FBI file and enter them into my notebook for some follow-up interrogation about contacts with the Internal Affairs department. I wasn’t expecting any of them to start talking or even give up any hard cold facts but I needed to get a feel for the organized crime take on the entire thing and see I they exuded supreme confidence about their control or were actually sweating it out hoping the FBI would lose interest if things cooled off a little bit and things quieted down.
My hope was that the latter was the case and we might be able to find a chink in the mob’s armor if we got the goods on one of the low level goons roaming the streets.
I had taken Eve with me to the work room to help me collate the data and she was well-organized for a teenager. Her office skills were first rate and she had a brain that was able to spot something in the data that didn’t seem quite right immediately.
Some of the hot-shot young lawyers researching other projects were using the space as well and appeared taken with Eve’s youthful teenager appearance. I explained she was my “intern” helping me organize the data.
Eve was eating up their attention to her perfect body and she was dishing out some nice views up her short skirt and pretending she wasn’t aware of the heated-up looks she was getting from the much older married men working in the office when they really wanted to be outside and getting valuable experience in the field.
When she was late coming back from lunch, I went back to the library located directly behind the snack room we used for eating and discovered my eighteen year old “intern” on her knees attending to the rock-hard cocks of three of the agents with her busy teenaged tongue and her bobbing head with hair pulled back in a nice pony tail for the guys to pull in different directions to get added tingle to their blowjob. As soon as the guys saw me they disappeared like magic making a quick exit leaving poor Eve still on her knees with their stuff still dripping from her pretty pointed chin.
“Eve, how am I going to explain this to your sister? She has a reputation to uphold here and it might look bad for her if it came out her younger sister is a cocksucker.”
Of course, Eve giggled at my description and I had to smile as well because I certainly hadn’t objected to her oral efforts of my behalf behind the closed door of her sister’s bedroom.
It was easy to see my succulent secretary was fairly busting to break the news to me about the box-seats at the ball park. She gave a short spiel about how she got the info from a source she called “That darling boy at the team’s front office.” I got the distinct impression that no money changed hands in the procurement of the intelligence but her mood indicated she was running on all eight cylinders in the information gathering operation and probably rewarded him in a more personal...
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