by A. A. Dark
Peter frowned and took a sip from the glass. Then he held the glass up to her blood red lips, his eyes staring at her mouth. Darla let the tip of her tongue dance along the crystal rim as her eyes locked onto his. Peter was easy to manipulate, simply just fuck him. His cock was his downfall. She watched the anger in Peter’s eyes switch to lust almost instantly.
Her fingertips moved up to the bottom of the rocks glass and gently tipped it up while he was holding it. The amber fluid tipped over the edge and drizzled down her bottom lip, then her chin, then her neck until it finally got lost in the valley of her tits.
Peter wasted no time chasing after it. He was so very predictable when it came to sex. Peter was powerful in the boardroom and believed that automatically made him powerful in the bedroom – he wasn’t. He was average at best, but believed every fuck session with Darla was like a porno. He stuck his tongue out all the way and let it follow the amber trail of scotch, growling as he stuffed his face in her bosom.
Darla drove the fingers of one hand into his hair encouraging him to feast on her heaving tits while she reached for his belt with her other hand. “Don’t you worry about your princess, Peter. I’ve got it all covered. She’ll fall hook, line and sinker for Jasper, and the two of them will take the fall for the Lucas Jackson's murder and the murder of Whitey Smith. I just need a little bit longer to get my hands on the deed to the land.”
Peter dropped the glass right where they stood and clutched Darla’s round pilates-formed ass with both hands, kneading her flesh as his cock ached in his pants, “Darla, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you right now. Less talking, more pussy.” He said, pulling her skirt up over her ass.
“Of course, you are dear … of course, you are.” Peter never saw her eyes roll.
Whitey was the better fuck of the two, hands down. Peter, however, was going to get her to the end game … or so she thought. Her fingers found his zipper and dropped it. His pants soon followed and puddled around his ankles. “Peter … one thing.” She was stroking his cock now with long, slow pulls.
Peter grunted a response as he shuffled into her and pushed her against the wall.
“I need you to get me a meeting with Lorenzo Mauriello. I want to tell him where he can find his money, myself.” She pressed her back to the wall to gain leverage and lifted her legs, wrapping them around Peter’s waist. He entered her immediately.
“No, Darla, no. I can’t do that. Mauriello just wants his money. He doesn’t … fuck, Darla, you feel so good. Please, can we talk about this later?” Peter was in full thrust now, shoving his dick deep inside her rhythmically.
Darla clenched her legs and looked into Peter’s eyes, “Peter, we have a deal. It’s time. I want the meeting.” She clenched her walls around his shaft, holding him still inside her as her legs locked around his waist so he couldn’t move easily.
“Darla, not now … You have me so turned on,” Peter tried to reason with her but she wasn’t having it. Her eyes were steely and he knew she was going to get her way. “Fine, fine! Just don’t fuck him!”
Darla grinned like the Cheshire cat and released her grip on him, letting him pump once again, “Good boy, Peter … good boy.”
CHAPTER 17
“Psst. Get up, Jas.” Georgie’s voice was nonchalant as he lingered outside Jasper’s cell. When Jasper didn’t answer right away he got a little more intense, “Jasper, get the fuck up now.” He rattled the bars and quickly looked around to see if anyone else had heard.
It was the middle of the night. Georgie was working nights. He purposely traded shifts with another guard so he could talk to Jasper with fewer eyes and ears around them. “For chrissakes, Jasper wake the fuck up.” He pulled his nightstick and pushed it forcefully through the bars so it hit Jasper’s foot.
Jasper jumped up ready to fight. It took him a few moments to focus his eyes and get his head wrapped around what was happening.
“Georgie! Shit! You scared the shit out of me. I was having this great dream about Misty’s lips wrapped … “
Georgie cut him off, “Jas, shut up and listen. Whitey gave the word. He doesn’t want to wait until the state does you in.”
Jasper was on his feet in a second and leaning against the bars. He was fully awake now.
“Who’s he sending in to do it?”
He stared at Georgie’s face studying it. Georgie had been his friend since they were kids and now he noticed just how much his friend had aged. Georgie could barely look at Jasper right now and that set Jasper off. “It's fucking you? They want you to do it?” His voice was an angry hush.
Georgie pushed his hand down in the air signaling Jasper to calm down, “Brother, calm. They want me to do it, yes but fuck if I’m going to.” Then he looked up at Jasper and smiled, “I do have a plan, though.” Then Georgie grinned.
Georgie Hopkins was a legacy in the Brass Bonds MC, but he was never asked to do anything major like murder a brother to prove his loyalty. His family lines went back to the first original players in the MC so Georgie, by default, was accepted. He did prove his worth in intelligence and passing information back and forth through the prison. Georgie wasn’t a pussy or a simple legacy, he definitely earned his keep; but Whitey’s decision to make Georgie the one to take down Jasper was strategic as always.
Forcing Georgie to kill Jasper would do a few important things. First, it would test Georgie’s loyalty to the MC. Second, it would devastate Jasper mentally to know his best friend was forced to be the one to send him to his grave. Whitey knew Georgie was like a brother to Jasper. Third, Whitey knew that Jasper knew that if Georgie didn’t do it, Whitey would kill Georgie and Jasper would never allow that to happen. Whitey was a smart man but Jasper knew exactly what he was doing.
In third grade, Georgie had a plan to see Mrs. Bruno naked. It worked. In eighth grade, Georgie had a plan to steal his father’s car and drive up to make-out mountain with Michelle Lawrence. It worked. In eighth grade, Georgie had a plan to fuck Michelle Lawrence. It worked. In high school, Georgie had the plan to get them both out of detention and potentially juvie by blackmailing Dr. Raj, the professor that was ready to have them both locked up. Georgie knew Dr. Raj, the biology teacher, was practicing reproduction with Miss Diaz, the Spanish teacher. Dr. Raj was married. It worked.
So now, when Georgie told Jasper he had a plan, Jasper felt good about it. There was no doubt in Jasper’s mind that it would work.
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Lauren had fallen asleep with a file open in her lap. It was the Triumph Towers file. She had been looking for anything that could link Whitey Smith or even Darla Lovell to Lucas Jackson. She found nothing. Behind her shut eyes, she was dreaming. Perhaps her subconscious was hoping to find a clue for her tired mind.
“Jasper, can’t you tell me anything at all?” Lauren was staring into his chocolate brown eyes. His thick lashes shadowing them as he looked down at her.
“Lauren, please focus. I’ve told you everything you need to know. It’s right there in front of your face.” But the only thing in front of her face was his mouth. He pressed his mouth to her lips and her body reacted.
At first, he was standing in front of her looking down, but the angle of the dream changed and she realized she was naked underneath him. His muscular body was heavy on top of hers. She could feel the weight of his muscles and her eyes roamed them as they twitched. He was moving against her, in her. He was inside her. Thick, rigid and pushing her walls apart, “But wait, Jasper …” Her rational voice was distant as she tried to pick his brain and push him back a bit, but her body was betraying her and she was moaning before she could finish convincing him to get off of her and work instead of play.
Jasper pushed inside her again and then ground his hips against her, “Lauren, it’s right there … silent in front of you.” Now he was panting as his pleasure was building. His muscles taught and carved. Ornate tattoos trailing down his olive skin of a canvas. “Don’t you want to be my partner?”
Lauren moan
ed in her sleep as she shifted her body. Her skin was flushed. the dream was affecting her physically. The folder on her lap shifted as her hand found its way between her legs, her fingers pressing her clit through her jeans. As the folder fell to the side, a piece of paper slipped out between the seat and the center console.
“Your partner? Peter, please just help me figure this out.” Now it was Peter on top of her, fucking her, using her body as if she wasn’t even there. His eyes weren’t focused on her. They were closed and aimed over her head. He grunted and pumped into her.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Darla. I’m your bitch!” Peter was mid-climax as Lauren watched his face contort in complete disdain and amazement.
Lauren snapped open her eyes, her breath panting and fogging the windows of the car. Her disdain for Peter, the lying cheating snake, snapped her right out of her dream. She pressed her hand to her forehead and snapped her eyes shut as she tried to remember the part of the dream with Jasper. It was odd. Things he said didn’t make sense. Still she was left soaked through her pants thinking about how he had felt inside her – in her dream at least.
She felt around the car for the contents of the file and started putting them back inside. What was it Jasper had said in the dream that left her feeling odd and out of sorts? She couldn’t put her finger on it. It wasn’t like it meant anything anyway – it was just a dream.
She looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 3:00 am. “Shit.” She hadn’t a plan for where she was going to go and she didn’t want to go back to the apartment. There was a hotel nearby. She’d go there for the night and sleep for a few hours before she was supposed to meet Darla in the office. Maybe she’d call in sick. Unlike Georgie Hopkins, Lauren had zero plans for what to do next.
She rubbed her eyes then started the car up, “Connect Whitey to Triumph Towers.” She was thinking aloud, “Did that. He’s screwing Darla Lovell, who lives in Triumph Towers. Doesn’t seem strong enough but it’s a start.
Darla is screwing Peter McElroy, attorney to the Board of Directors of Triumph Towers. Now that’s a strong lead.” Like it or not, Lauren had to get to the bottom of Peter’s connection in all of this. That was her next step and unfortunately, that meant speaking to Peter. She shot a text off to Peter, Meet me for breakfast at Bridgeway. 7am. Bring my toothbrush and a change of clothes, please. Lots to talk about. Before hitting send, she added one more thing for good measure, Love you. -Princess.
CHAPTER 18
Lauren got there first. She had gone to the hotel room like she planned and she slept for two hours. Then she got up, showered and went down to the business center at 6:00 am when it opened. She spent the next half hour making copies of the files she took with her from the office. When she was done, she locked the copies up in the hotel safe and went to meet Peter with the originals.
The Bridgeway was located between the hotel and the office. It was a coffee house that offered quality breakfast at a price that made sense for all. At least, that’s what it said on its custom paper placemats. She sipped her coffee while she waited for Peter to arrive. She had no idea where she was going to tell him that she slept,but she wasn’t ready to tell him the truth yet.
At 7:15 a.m., Peter rushed through the door. His eyes scanned the room looking for her and his face actually seemed relieved when he finally spotted her.
Bullshit. Lauren thought to herself. There was no way he was happy to see her. She smiled, nonetheless, as she watched him approach. “Good morning, Peter.”
She watched him slide into the booth as he peeled his scarf off. A waitress was at the table right behind him taking a coffee order. He scowled at Lauren after the waitress left.
“What do you think you are doing? Who were you with last night? Where did you sleep?”
He looked around to make sure people were not staring even though his voice hadn’t raised higher than a normal conversation. Lauren found this amusing and for the first time she realized something about Peter, he was all for show. Peter was an actor and now her eyes were opened wide to it. There was no way he was the brains in this scam. He was merely a pawn, just like she was. Just like Jasper was.
She smiled, “Peter, I’m fine. I just went to the library and then I went back to the office and fell asleep there doing this research. Hey, I want to make a good impression on Darla. I kind of messed up yesterday and I really just want to show her I care about my job. I thought you of all people would understand.” Lying and guilt-tripping, Lauren could learn to like this. She touched his hand for added effect and gave him a puppy-like gaze.
Peter pulled his hand away, “Lauren, if you’re having an affair, so help me!” He was angry, and as he was about to continue his ridiculously hypocritical conversation, the waitress approached their table and set down his coffee. They both took a minute to order breakfast.
Once the waitress left a second time, Lauren started laughing. Peter was such a hypocrite, but she let him believe that she thought he was just being silly in accusing her.
“Peter, no please. C’mon. I’m not doing anything of the sort. Why are you acting so suspicious? It was one night away from you. I just got caught up in trying to help my boss and look good at work. Don’t worry. Really everything is fine. Maybe you can even help me, tonight, when I get home.”
She touched her toe to his leg now and caressed it up and down his leg. Darla wasn’t the only one that knew the way to Peter’s heart, mind and secrets.
Peter smiled at her and looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Then, he leaned across the table, and grasped her hand.
“Lauren, you really gave me a scare not coming home last night. You were so upset when you left. I thought it was something I had done.” His other hand slid under the table and caressed her knee.
“Goodness no, Peter. You are so perfect in every way. I was just having trouble dealing with the stress of a new job. Hey, did you bring my stuff?” She noticed he hadn’t come in with it.
“Yes, princess. It’s in the car. When we leave, I’ll give it to you. Now … tell me how I can help you adjust.” He wiggled his brows and reached for her calf under the table, pulling it up so her foot was between his legs. He slipped off her shoe so he could place her foot against his crotch.
Lauren was amazed by his appetite for sex. It was in this instant she imagined Darla wearing chaps and slapping a riding crop against Peter’s bare ass while he had a horse bit in his mouth. Darla would definitely be the dominant lover.
“It’s this Lucas Jackson murder. Did you know he helped build the Triumph Towers? Some say he was responsible for bringing the deal to the city and that it was a huge improvement for the city.” She asked, shaking the Darla Dominatrix from her mind. She watched his face as she spoke and she moved her foot gently against his crotch.
“Yes, yes … that’s what they say.” But his tone was disengaged as if he didn’t buy it himself. He was growing firmer through his pants under her foot.
“You don’t seem to think so? Why not?” She sipped her coffee as her foot rubbed him steadily.
Peter moved his coat to the outside of their booth. It was fluffed up to disguise what was going on in his lap, “Lucas was nothing more than a glorified real estate agent. Lucas got lucky when he stepped into that deal. Well lucky, yet unlucky. That thug, Jasper Connor killed him over nothing more than a torrid love affair.”
Lauren stopped rubbing a moment and Peter looked at her. She hadn’t mentioned Jasper Connor or the murder yet. Not that it wasn’t looming in the air, but Peter went right to it. Why? She looked at him confused and he sensed he’d made a mistake bringing it up too soon. The moment hung in the air between them and Lauren couldn’t hide the fact that she felt he knew something more. She knew the next question she asked him would be pivotal. However, she was having trouble picking a path quick enough to keep the conversation growing, so she started to foot rub his cock again to buy some time. He pursed his lips which told her he wanted to enjoy it but now his mind was preoccupied.
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“Did you personally know Lucas Jackson and his fiancé? You must have crossed paths with him at some point.” The waitress appeared with their food and Lauren smiled up at her thankfully. Lauren took the opportunity to withdraw her foot from Peter’s crotch.
Peter frowned but thanked the waitress, and picked up the conversation right where HE had left off, “Lauren, what time will you be home tonight? I think we need some alone time.” His hand was feeling around for her leg under the table as if he intended on putting her foot right back.
Lauren was sure to pull her legs out of reach, “Peter, I know you have this insatiable sexual appetite. I get it, but can’t we just have a simple conversation? I could really use your help here. I really want to impress Darla Lovell and do a good job on the case.” Her eyes pleaded with him as they had done in the past, mostly when she wanted a new dress or some shoes.
Peter inhaled sharply and then exhaled slowly. “Ok princess, but if you really want to impress Darla, I recommend you back off and just let her handle the case. Don’t go snooping too deep. Lucas was just a run of the mill real estate agent, like I said. Darla knows what she’s doing.”
It was Peter’s job to just distract Lauren and discourage her from digging any deeper. The beauty of Peter McElroy, however, is that he was extremely narcissistic and a sexual deviant on such a level that would clinically qualify as an addiction. No one but Darla and a few underground “friends” knew this, not even Lauren. At this moment he thought he was doing an excellent job of distracting Lauren with sexual advances and passively dismissing her attempts at learning more about Lucas Jackson. Obviously, he was wrong.
Lauren licked her lips as she considered his demeanor. Then she spoke carefully, “You know Peter, I think tonight when I get home, we should get a little kinky. This job has been giving me some newfound confidence.”
