by Abby Angel
"Who the hell are you?" Megan stands up, but I know if she really wanted to end the conversation she would walk away.
"I work for Damian Crane, so why don’t you sit back down, unless you’d rather spend the rest of your night with them." I point to a table of junior broker types cleary having a bachelor party. If you looked up douchebag in the dictionary these guys would be the illustration. Meagan sits back down and takes my money. She’s smart.
"Crane killed Emma, so what do you need from me?" She folds her arms across her chest, and looks at me defiantly.
"You keep saying he killed her; did you see him do it?"
"If I did, we both know I probably wouldn’t be here."
I’ve got admit she’s not wrong about that. That’s what brothers me about this. Crane is an asshole but you don’t get to be a thirty-five year old billionaire by being dumb enough to murder your girlfriend and then leave her apartment in plain sight of the security cameras. It doesn’t make sense."So you’re guessing?"
"Are the police guessing?"
"Yes."
"Isn’t it always the boyfriend?"
"You watch too much Law & Order Megan." She actually smiles at me.
"Maybe I do but who else would kill Emma?"
"That’s what I want to know."
"Why do you think I would know?"
" For starters because not everybody tips as well as I do and you don't do dates but you live in Prescott Towers; that money has to come from somewhere Meagan."
"I have a boyfriend, so what. It's not a crime."
Her voice sounds nervous. "A boyfriend? Look Megan I’m not judging, you’re smart, you’re hot and men like that. You use it your advantage."
"You could say that."
"And Emma did the same thing."
"Yeah."
"Did you and Emma meet boyfriends at the same place?" I ask
"Not always. We had different types. I met my boyfriend here."
"Where did Emma meet her boyfriend, and I don't mean Crane?"
" I’m not sure … some bar downtown. A nice one, probably the type you’d go to."
"Oh come on Megan you can do better than that for me."
"I could say the same to you."
"What do you want Megan?"
"Do you have a girlfriend? My boyfriend’s getting a little clingy, maybe it’s time for me to upgrade."
"Sorry, babe I’m off the market." It’s true I don’t even think about women who aren’t Jacqueline anymore these days. I give her another hundred to soften the blow.
"That’s a shame," she says putting the hundred with the others. "Emma liked older guys; some of them were married. They had a thing for her or I don't know maybe she had a thing for them. She'd been seeing this one guy for a long time though. I guess it was serious, as serious as you can be about a guy with a wife and family. Anyway, then a couple months ago she met Damian. They got serious really fast."
"And did the boyfriend know about Crane?"
"I don't think so, not at first. At first I think it was just a fling or at least that's Emma thought you know Crane is player." I nod and Megan continues. "Emma said she was going to break it off with her boyfriend."
"Did she?"
"I don't know. I never got the chance to ask her."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know." I reach for my wallet and Megan stops me. "No really I don't know. She never said his name at least not to me, but I might be able to find out. I need time."
I hand her my card. "Don't take too long Meagan. I don’t have time and neither does Crane." I put another hundred on the table and leave.
41
Marcus
I'm on my way to Emma's building with anger rising in my chest. I'm pissed to find out that someone's been covering up the nature of this crime, and they've been taking us for a ride. I guess it's true in the case of premeditated murder. It's not like the killer's going to leave his prints all over and a paper trail leading directly to him. This, again, is how we know it wasn't Cain. He's too sloppy to have done something like this. No, the guy we need to catch is much more patient and thorough, and he obviously has some power to get things done. I'm gonna track him though. I'm like a bloodhound just following the scent and I'm not going to give up until I achieve justice.
I arrive at her building and it gives me an eerie feeling. I hate knowing that such an innocent person lost her life here. It's just depressing, but that's part of my job, to sort through all the darkness and bring what really happened to light. I man up and get ready for a fight. There's no way the security guy is just going to hand off the evidence I need. The killer's been here first, influencing people, and now it's my turn to take back the reins.
I stride right in like I own the place. I walk over to the guard.
"Hi, I'm Marcus, and I'm looking for something that I know you have."
"Hey, you're that lawyer guy; I saw you on TV."
"Yeah well, what can I say? I look great on camera. Listen, I'm here for more than that. Specifically, I'm here to uncover what's been hidden."
"Oh well, I don't anything about that. Like I told the other guy, she had a boyfriend, but I don't know his name."
"What I do know, sir, is that you have that unaltered footage. And that is what I'm here to obtain."
"I don't know anything about it."
"Alright, are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way? Because I could have the cops in here in an instant to take you in for obstructing evidence. You do know that's what you've done, right?"
A look of terror crosses his face. He probably thought this was some kind of game, but messing with the law is never a game, especially when I'm behind it.
"Hand over the tape, or I'll get a warrant."
"I don't have it." He's stuttering now. At least I've placed some fear within him. Who does this guy think he is? He's practically an accomplice if he's hiding evidence.
"Then who does? Who has the tape?"
"Okay, okay. I sold it. Some suit came in here before and he offered me a lot of money for the tape. He said I wasn't to ask questions and that I'd never see him again. He said giving him the tape was for my own good, and that he was investigating what happened. I took him at his word. I didn't ask questions. He gave me so much money that I couldn't refuse."
I'm enraged now. This cannot be happening. My one angle, the tape that I need is gone because of this greedy son-of-bitch?
"Do you even realize what you've done? Do you really think that someone on the right side of justice would pay for evidence? That's illegal, you idiot."
"Oh, sir. I didn't know that. I just figured he was a lawyer or something. He was dressed like one."
"Do you even realize what you've done?" I'm shouting now. "An innocent man could go to jail because of your greed. Fuck!"
With that, I turn on my heels and exit the building. If that guy thinks I'm not going to be on the phone with his boss to get him fired when this is all over, then he's wrong. And, I will probably make a special investigative case against him and make sure the cops do in fact charge him for obstruction of justice. He just can't get away with that. He sold my evidence! He sold my one possible lead and if Cain goes to prison for this, then I'm gonna make it my personal mission to destroy that guard's life. This is what I do. I get what I want for a reason because people learn not to mess with me.
I don't want to imagine going back to Jacqueline and Jason and telling them about what I've just lost out on. I don't want to see the disappointed looks on their faces. One thing's for sure though, the fact that someone specifically came in and bought that evidence, that security footage, well that proves that something fishy is going on. Someone is trying to hide the evidence. This makes Cain appear extra innocent and someone is taking extra care to make us believe otherwise. That tape has all the proof in the world on it and I can't believe I let it slip through my fingers. I feel so fucking pissed, at myself, at the guard, and at the world. I will make up for this though. I don't know exactly ho
w, but I will find another way. That's what I'm good at. That's why I was hired. And, this case is gonna go the right way because that's just what I do. I can't lose.
42
Jacqueline
I'm back at my apartment and in the comfort of my own home. It feels nice to just relax and to take my mind off things. It's been a crazy time since this Cain case started. I've had quite a workload happening, and not only that but I've had three beautiful men to juggle. I'm in a good position for sure, but this can't go on forever, can it? Won't I have to choose at some point?
I can't even envision letting even one of them go at this point because I have feelings there. Each of them are unique in different ways, and they're honestly so equally powerful in my mind. I sort of wish this arrangement could last forever. I think I'm going to take the night to sort of analyze my feelings and to get my brain wrapped around this. I mean, one of the guys has to stand out more than the others, right?
I decide I need a pampering session. I deserve some self-love. It's been too long since I've allowed myself to be alone without thinking about work or some other thing.
I slowly strip out of my clothes so that I can walk around freely in my lingerie. I put on some Sade and it's on. My at-home spa session is going to feel so good. I turn on all the diffused gentle lighting in my home so the atmosphere is perfect and relaxing. I light the many candles that surround my sunken bathtub and let it fill up with warm water. I drop some rose petals in the bath, to soothe my skin, and I add some of favorite essential oils, lavender, jasmine, and rose.
I undress completely in my sumptuous bathroom and comb out my hair. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I feel like truly I'm the most fortunate woman on the planet to have three guys of such prestige pining after me. It makes me feel so adored and worshipped. I know none of them have their eyes on anyone else. They each want to possess only me.
Letting that thought linger, I step into the beautiful bath I've created and I allow my body to gently sink into the nice water. This is one of my favorite things... to just laze in the bathtub and then gather my thoughts. This time I'm thinking upon important matters, such as the difference between each of my three guys.
First I analyze Jason. He's got a soft spot in my heart because he's been my boss for so many years, and I've always wanted him but could never have him. I admire his integrity because I know he wanted me too, but he never allowed himself to cross that line. If he had, and things didn't work out, it might've cost me my job, or at least it could've made things feel very uncomfortable at work. He didn't want to ever put me in that position and I so admire that. Plus, he's handsome, but he's got power. He's a senior member of the firm and it turns me on to think of him using that power over me. I start to touch myself as I think about Jason. I picture his masculine hands all over my body, and he's fingering me as he so expertly knows how to do. I picture his cock too, and I'm sucking on it. We do a 69 so that I can have him and he can have me at the same time. This leads me close to orgasm...but I don't get there just yet.
Next, I think about Marcus. He's got a lot going for him. He has a huge bank account, and he's really, really good looking, but he's not at all that I expected. I thought he'd be some cocky playboy without a care in the world about anything that truly matters. But he continues to surprise me. He's not cocky at all, but more confident in himself. And, he does have a heart. He seems to really care about other people. And, every time we've been together he shows me another level of depth and sincerity to him that has me reeling for him. I love connecting with a man on many levels, not just the superficial ones. And Marcus has that for sure. I think about swimming in the ocean of his eyes. The idea of his genuine desire for me spreads warmth over my entire body. I see Marcus and I having one of the most intense sex sessions ever. He pulls feelings from me that I didn't even know were there. I imagine him fucking me, and I'm touching myself thinking about it, but he fucks me in the most romantic way. He is in my bed and we're staring at each other the entire time, and he makes love to me slowly, with intention and care. I know the depths of him and that brings me so close to coming, but I hold back.
It's time to think about Xavier. Mmmm, he's this guy I've known forever, since college. And for a long while, I had the biggest crush on him, but we were both always taken. Now, he comes back into my life and it feels like the timing is right. All those feeling from the past reemerge but with more strength and vigor as I see how he's grown into such a man. He's so handsome; he's probably every girl's dream guy. I am so pleasantly surprised by the size of his cock. It's huge! And I always wondered about that. Now I imagine myself tasting his cock. I imagine him here in the bath with me. And I'm blowing him underwater. He's sitting back and I gently put my face under the water and suck his giant cock until I can't breathe and I come up for air. We're kissing now, and I know I can trust him. He is definitely someone I can trust. All those years of pent up desire come to the surface...and I'm about to come...but I don't.
Now, I allow myself to think of what I really want. I have no agenda; I'm just going to let whatever feelings arise, to arise. My thoughts of Jason come back, and he's fucking me from behind in his office. But then Marcus comes in and he wants to join in the fun. He has to have me too. He pulls his cock out and puts it in my mouth while Jason fucks me so hard. These thoughts are taking me to realms of bliss like I've never imagined. Xavier walks in to check on something and he sees what's going on and since he's desired me forever, he wants to have me too right there. I'm being fucked in the mouth and Jason has me from behind. But when Xavier comes in, they both stop for a second. Jason wants my pussy so he lies down so I can ride him. Marcus still wants his cock deep down my throat so that I am submitting to his will. He stays standing in front of me. I taste it and lick it. But Xavier, in his passion, wants to have me hard and he takes ownership of my ass. He's gentle going in, but he's fucking me and fucking me. And Jason is too. There's no place for the feelings in my pussy to go. I'm going to explode, thinking of all three guys having to have me right there. And it's so much, so intense. I cum, and cum, and I cum into the bath water. I scream out in ecstasy and I'm squeezing my tits, desperate to hold onto something, writhing at the thought of what just happened. And what I want becomes clear, I want to have them all...at once.
43
Jacqueline
I'm in the bathtub, enjoying my time away from work and away from everything. I've cleared my mind to the point that I know what I want ... but it's complicated. The thought of all three guys with me at once has excited me so much. Before I can begin to come again, there's a knock on the door. Shit. Who's here at this hour? I have no idea what time it is because I've been in the tub, lost in my own fantasies.
I raise my body out of the now tepid water, and I pull on my white oversized terrycloth robe. I turn the music down before making my way to the door. To my delight, guess who has arrived at the perfect time?
"Marcus! Gosh, I was just thinking about you."
His eyes take in the situation. Me in my robe with nothing on underneath, music going, candles flickering. He seems genuinely pleased to have shown up at this time and to have had such good timing.
He's gazing at me like he knows what I was probably up to. There's fire in his eyes and I want to join him there. I want to make my fantasies about him a reality. Now I'm not alone. I have at least one man here to fulfill me and to feast my eyes upon.
"Hi babe, I was just coming here to deliver some bad news, but have I caught you at a bad time?"
"No, no. I was just taking a bath, trying to unwind from the day. But I'm done. So you're actually here at the perfect time." I'm disheartened to know he wants to talk about work, but I put my game face on and pretend that's all I'm interested in too.
"Hey, come sit down. Let me pour us some wine. Would you to share a pinot noir?"
"That sounds perfect."
He sits on my white sofa and he gestures for me to join him. I bring both glasses of wine over and I snuggle into
his side, grateful for the smell of his masculine cologne, and I'm grateful for the fact that I'm still naked underneath this robe. Maybe it'll get this to point in the direction of something more.
"So, the lead I thought I had about who killed Emma is dead in the water. This means we're basically back to square one, with our focus on one of her boyfriends." He takes a deep slug of his wine and asks if I have anything stronger.
"Of course. Let me get you...?" I look to him.
"Scotch, on the rocks."
Okay, Marcus is not happy. He's certainly nowhere near as happy as I am right now. I go to the little bar in my place and pull out the best I have for him. I give him a deep pour and hope this'll calm him down.
"It's the best," I say as I give it to him.
"Ahh, thank you. I need to get this case off my shoulders. I feel so fucking angry that it's this hard to solve. A girl got killed, and the killer is out there, and it's absolutely our job to bring him to justice."
"I know, I know Marcus. I feel the exact same way."
"I just am so used to seeing the evidence where people think there is none. But now I've hit a wall. I'm not used to feeling so stalled."
He's taking sips of his scotch and I can tell the liquid is warming him, unwinding him because his tense face starts to relax.
"Here, let me give you a shoulder rub, you look all stressed."
I squeeze myself between him and the couch so that he's between my legs and I go to work on his back. All he needs is a little pampering like I've just had. It helped me calm down and it'll help him too.
"Hey Marcus, you've already come up with several ways for us to win this case. Okay? You're so smart and that's why we hired you and I know we'll think of something. Damian is innocent, so we'll find a way to prove that. And, remember it's not all on your shoulders. You can rely on Jason and me too. Between the three of us, we'll get this thing done, and the true murderer will be put in jail forever. Trust me. It's just a big case. Don't let it get to you."
