by Dee Dawning
"Thanks for the warning," said Kelsey.
"Just leave your robe on. It's no big deal."
"I would like to have had enough time to put on makeup. You know what? I feel on edge."
"Me too. That card and you comforting me seems to have whetted my appetite. Anyway, you don't need makeup. You look great, but, I can see your nipples through the fabric."
The doorbell rang again.
Kelsey smiled. "Well, you said they were good looking. It'll give 'em something to look at," she said hurrying to open the door.
Paige came forward to greet the gentlemen.
"Kelsey. This is Sergeant Carboni and this is Detecti—"
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"John Goodwin," he said taking Kelsey's hand. "Don't you just hate formalities?"
Goodwin was smitten. She wasn't flashy like their missing starlet or stacked like Paige, but had a cute, wholesome, girl-next-door look about her with her pert hairdo and dark brown eyes. Sexy, too. The outline of her nipples protruded through her gown. God, she's hot. I wonder what it would be like to date a lady bartender.
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Carboni addressed Paige, "Before you show me what you have, let me ask you." He showed the photo to her. "Is this the man you saw with Mallory?"
"That's him." Paige showed the picture to Kelsey. "What do you think? That's him, right?"
Kelsey nodded. "Yep, that's 'Card Man.' What's his name?"
Sergeant Carboni looked puzzled. "Drew Stevens. Why did you call him card man?"
"That's what I wanted to show you," said Paige.
"Yes?"
Paige started to hand the card to him but realizing the implication of what it said, had a vision of the handsome detective with his head buried between her legs. "This is a little embarrassing. Could we go somewhere to be alone, while I show you?"
Ritchie acted curious. He nodded, looked over her shoulder at the empty bedroom, took her hand and headed there, shutting the door behind them.
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Campbell said, "First let's find Khalid. He would know what to do. Mallory, why don't you sound Morina out? If she would help, it would make things a lot easier."
"Should I go find her?"
"Yes, but not with us here. We shouldn't show all our cards. After we leave, you can call her and ask to speak with her."
"But if my room is bugged, where can I speak—" then she remembered the outside pool area where she and Morina had shared coffee that morning. "Never mind, I know where to meet her."
Out of the closet, the girls gone, she picked up the house phone and called. "Morina, this is Mallory. I need to talk with you. Can we meet where we met this morning?"
"I guess so. Give me twenty minutes."
Mallory arrived before Morina and took a seat at the same table they occupied earlier. It had a sun umbrella and she sat in the shade. She ordered a Café Latte and began to peruse a Harper's magazine she'd found on an adjacent table. The magazine featured her face prominently throughout, including the cover. How were they going to pull this off? Unlike the other girls, she was well known and had an extensive family, an agent, friends and appointments for the next couple of months. How were they going to get around that? Then it hit her. They're going to fake my death. If they succeed, I'm doomed.
Mallory's Latte arrived, as did Morina, who ordered the same. Morina's demeanor had changed since the morning, less friendly, more formal. "What can I do for you, Mallory?"
"Morina, I want to thank you for coming. I feel I must tell you everything your father is doing here is not only immoral, it's illegal and you're involved up to your armpits. I'd hate to see you get dragged down with him when he gets caught."
Morina waved her hand and sniggered. "He will never get caught and while I do not agree with what he is doing, I am in no position to challenge him. I may be his daughter, but in reality, I am little more than a trusted servant."
Mallory played her trump card. "Morina, your father has made a big mistake." She turned the magazine and pointed to her picture. "I'm not some orphan off the bus from Kansas City that came here looking for a job. I'm famous, and I was kidnapped out of my home."
"Yes, I know. Magazines like that are how he discovered you…coveted you."
"You knew about this?" Mallory said stridently. "That makes you an accessory. They'll catch him and you will be charged too."
Morina seemed to be getting uncomfortable, looking around and refusing to lock eyes with Mallory, she spoke softly, "I knew he was obsessed with you, but not about the kidnapping."
Mallory pressed her point. "You know he can't get away with this. He has gone too far. I have an agent, friends and family. They'll all be looking for me."
"I'm sure he's thought of that and has an answer." She was obviously uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "I do not want to talk about this. What is the reason you wanted to talk with me?"
Mallory wasn't going to let Morina change the subject. "How is he going to get around my notoriety? By faking my death?"
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Kelsey and Goodwin, sat down on the couch and ogled each other. They both seemed to welcome their newfound privacy. Kelsey smiled and appraised him. Paige was right. He was good looking. Not great, but not bad, medium build, blue eyes, thin sandy brown hair, thin lips and a strong nose. He also seemed to have a pleasant disposition. I wonder what it would be like to date a cop? To fuck a cop?
Turning toward him, she interwove her fingers and placed her joined hands over his shoulder, Kelsey flashed an evocative smile. "So tell me, John. Do a lot of women throw themselves at you…being a detective?"
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Carboni was attracted to the shapely young woman, and here he was in a bedroom with her. He needed to keep his mind on the case. A beautiful young girl's life, this girl's friend, may depend on him.
Paige stopped and turned around.
"Okay, Miss Dillon. What do you have?"
"Kelsey showed me this." She handed the card to Sergeant Carboni.
He looked the card over and flashed a surprised look. "The man that Mallory went with gave this card to her. From this card, I think we can surmise what Mallory did last night."
"I think you're right. I found the card provocative myself. Who knows if a great looking guy offered to do that to me, no strings attached, I might have taken him up on it too."
"No strings attached?"
"That's what Kelsey said the man said. He told her that he would do it to her, anyplace, anytime, no strings attached. And that he was very good at it."
He studied Paige. In some ways she reminded him of his favorite beach babe, Carmen Electra. He knew what she meant and thinking about it was making him hard. His hardness was getting uncomfortable so he subtly changed positions, adjusting his penis upward.
Flashing a demur smirk, she asked, "I saw you smile when you read the card. Does that mean you love cunnilingus also?"
He gave her a knowing grin. "Is that a proposition?"
She smiled back flirtatiously. "Maybe."
Arching a single eyebrow, he asked, "What about your boyfriend?"
"I'm looking to change boyfriends. Are you interested?"
"Oh, I'm interested all right, but not here with my partner in the next room. Is there somewhere we could go?"
Laughing she said, "There are plenty of motels on Hollywood Blvd or haven't you noticed?"
He examined her face. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"I am if you are."
"I'll tell you what. I need to interview you. I'll take you to dinner, interview you and we'll see what happens after that."
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Goodwin could feel her breath on his cheek and in his ear. It excited him. He turned his head toward her, but his gaze detoured from her cute girlish face downward where her robe had opened slightly and her supple pink nipple was beckoning by sticking a half inch nub out.
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Though Kelsey seemed to want to move fast, John took it slow. Seeing her bare ni
pple turned him on. He leaned his head sideways and forward, then nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, just behind her ear and whispered, "Your nipple is showing."
She kissed his cheek and looked down. "Oh my, I better cover it up." After flashing a winsome smile, she took one of his hands and placed it over the offending breast. "There it's covered. Your move! What are you going to do?"
Unsettled, he kissed her gently and teased her nipple with his fingers. "I'd like to do plenty, but I'm on duty and I'm here to interview you."
She responded with a breathless whisper, "As a public servant, your first duty is to help the public and I am a woman in distress." Reaching behind his head, she pulled his lips toward hers as she ran a hand through his sandy hair. When his lips touched hers, she parted her lips—an invitation to penetrate her mouth. Slipping his tongue past her ivory defenses their tongues commingled.
Goodwin could only resist so long. Still tickling her nipple, his other hand slipped between the folds of her gown and worked its way down her torso. "And what is my duty, as you see it?" he whispered back. His roving hand had arrived at its destination—her vulva. His fingers alternated between gently stroking her ultra-sensitive clitoris and slipping between the folds of her labia, directly into her hungry humid pussy.
Kelsey stiffened and pushed her bottom into his busy fingers. Out of breath, she responded, "Your duty, as I see it, is to take out your six inch shooter and use it to come…to my aid…to aid my distress." She began stroking his erection through his pants. "Your cock feels hard and reassuring. I want to see your cock, to feel its silky texture, to put it into my mouth or my puss."
She unzipped his fly and was about to pull his Johnnie forth, when he reached down and stopped her. "Christ, Kelsey, my partner is in the next room."
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Sergeant Carboni rushed through the door dragging Paige behind him. "Goodwin, I'm taking Miss Dillon with…" What Ritchie saw gave him pause. Kelsey was recumbent on the couch, her flowing gown partially open and draped to the floor, her willowy naked body in partial view while one of John's hands tended to her private parts. She had reciprocated by unzipping his fly and inserting her hand within.
At first, he started to get mad, but refrained. Isn't that what we're contemplating doing? Then he got inflamed. Seeing the hot little bartender and his partner had electrified him. His zinger was about to burst through his pants and the answer to his dilemma was the hot little number holding his hand. He diverted his gaze and continued, "Me to ah…interview her in private. Can you…ah, handle Miss Knowles?"
Kelsey giggled
Ritchie opened the exterior door and dragged Paige through, he heard Goodwin's reply.
"Consider her handled."
Then as he closed the door behind them, Kelsey giggled. "You heard him, handle me. Are we gonna play hide the weenie or not?"
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They left the apartment and Ritchie gazed around. When he saw no one, he pushed Paige up against the wall and kissed her wildly. His large hands sought and squeezed her ass. The hands moved up to her chest. A couple buttons flew to the sidewalk when he jerked the flaps of her blouse apart. He reached in, pushed the bra up above her large breasts and kneaded them, rolling his fingers around her areolas, plucking her protruding nipples. He burrowed his hardness into her softness, repeatedly.
His passion was contagious. Apparently, she reveled in his provocation. She responded by pushing her soft pubic area back into the hard bulge in his pants. Paige put her arms around him and began kissing his neck, then his ear. She lifted one leg and wrapped it behind his legs, nudging his groin even harder into her softness.
He reached under her short mini skirt and pulled her panties down. Ritchie placed the palm of his hand flat against her vulva, cupping her pussy—moving forward and backward, between her legs. From deep within her chest, a groan of pleasure emitted. She bit his ear lobe, and caused him to jerk.
Moaning, Paige's manicured fingers located and unzipped his fly. As she reached through the opening, her hand wrapped around his hard, naked cock, which already protruding through the bonds of his briefs, but wedged against the sides of his pants. After freeing his captive member from its confines, she held his thick shaft in her hand. She squeezed it tightly and released it. Then she began to massage it gently, aided apparently by the wetness emerging from the head of his erection.
Ritchie lowered his head down to one of Paige's hefty breasts and suckled on the jutting pink nipple. Simultaneously, he inserted his fingers into her warm dripping wet pussy. As he did, she shuddered violently. She massaged his cock and it drove him nutty. He wanted her. He had to have her.
Paige put her other hand on top of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. What they were doing was getting to her. He could tell she wanted him, but they were outside in partial view of the street, through mature shrubs and trees. In addition, she was against a wall of an apartment building between two doors. She kept glancing around, apparently fearing discovery, but when Ritchie put his fingers inside her, sucking on her tit, she no longer seemed to care. Throwing caution to the wind, she sighed, "Mmmm, Ritchie…Ritchie. Christ, I must have you inside me. Stick it in!"
Ritchie elevated her so that she could put his cock inside her. Guiding him in, he lowered her upon it. "Ooooh, ah, that's it. Fuck me, baby! Ahhhh. Fuck me harder! Ohhhh you feel so good inside me."
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Morina seemed stunned. Her mouth fell open and she stared with fear in her eyes. She rose and started to leave.
Mallory grabbed her hand tightly and wouldn't let go. "You're not going anywhere until we finish our talk." She hissed quietly. "Sit down before I yank you down."
"I could scream for the guards."
"You could, and when I'm Mrs. Prince Ali—your stepmother, I will convince my devoted husband to get rid of you. Maybe they will find you on the roof of the parking garage like they did your mother or maybe you'll end up as the favorite sex toy of some obese craggy faced drug lord in Asia."
She sat down. "Who have you been talking to? Are you accusing my father of killing my mother? Where's the proof?"
"I don't need it. You know it and I know it."
Morina teared up. "I do suspect it. He had to possess you, but not just as a concubine. He wanted you to be his wife." She couldn't hold back any more. She started sniffling and tears fell profusely.
When she started to whine, Mallory slid her chair next to her and wrapped arms around her.
Morina hugged her back and snuggled her face to the offered shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I hated you. My father confided in me. He was sure you would not respond to a position as his lead concubine. Therefore, he said he would marry you even though he had four wives. I thought he was going to make an exception to the rule. When they found my mother dead, I realized he had her killed to make room for you. I callously blamed you, even though you knew nothing."
Mallory pulled away and grasped the woman's shoulders. "Morina, you need to place the blame where it belongs. Your father is an evil man. He is a murderer, a fornicator and a white slaver. You owe him nothing." She shook her. "Morina, look at me!" Morina raised her watering eyes. "I need your help. I am as much a victim as your mother. All the women of the concubine are victims. Khalid is a victim. Will you help me? Will you help us?"
She looked down again and gave a single nod, then looked up to see if Mallory had seen it.
She didn't need to look. Mallory hugged her again. "Thank you so much. You won't regret it."
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"Wait just a minute John." Kelsey listened for car doors to slam and a car engine to start. Nothing—with a shrug, she rushed to the window. The obvious unmarked police car still sat there. Ever careful to avoid making any noise, she cracked the window open an inch. The shuffling of feet, heavy breathing and some panting to the right garnered her curiosity. Looking at Goodwin, she crept over to the front door, her forefinger to her lips.
Kelsey eased open the door, edged her head out
a fraction and stole a glance at the couple in the heat of the moment. The sergeant had Paige pinned against the wall, sucking on her nipple and fingering her cunt while she stroked his dick. Kelsey licked her lips, but couldn't make out what Paige whispered into the Sergeant's ear when he lifted her up and she shoved his prick inside. Kelsey smiled. They were fucking in front of God and everyone.
Kelsey saw Paige score and was not about to let her policeman get away. She closed the door quietly and glanced at Detective John Goodwin. He was on the couch with his rooster jutting out through the folds of his pants. "We're alone." She glided over to him. "Don't you think you could handle me better in my bedroom?"
Trancelike, he nodded.
"C'mon." Grasping his staff, she waltzed him into the bedroom, where she started undressing him. The detective couldn't keep his hands off her lissome frame, which complicated her task.
When John was fully undressed and naked before her, she sat down on the bed and admired her work. John had a medium build. Not muscular, but pleasing to her eye. He was roughly five ten, lean, with a light sprinkling of sandy colored body hair. She took hold of his shooter, batted her eyelashes and inquired, "I know this is a little late to ask you, but you're not married are you?"
