To Serve and Protect: Palm Beach
“(The characters from “Silk Stalkings” are copyright by Stephen J. Cannell Productions. No infringement is intended. For “Silk” fans, this would have taken place between “Partners - 2″ and “Glory Days”. For my own “To Serve and Protect” series, this would be somewhere in the last half of “S&P: Mike and Pat”, after the incident at the Senior Citizens’ Center but before the end. As for airport security, this story is set long before 9/11.)”
“Lance! Lorenzo! In my office. Now.”
Sergeant Chris Lorenzo cocked an eye towards the open glass door the summons had issued from. “Wonder what Cap is excited about?”
Sergeant Rita Lee Lance shrugged, an action that caused her entire body to move in a way that Chris found wonderful. She rose from her desk and started towards their commanding officer’s office. She looked over her shoulder “If you come along Sam, you’ll probably find out.”
“Right,” Chris said sheepishly, tucking his momentary appraisal of his partner into the back of his mind. He followed Rita into Captain Harry Lipschitz’s office. Even as he did so, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to enjoy the way Rita’s legs moved under her short skirt.
“Close the door and sit down,” growled Harry. He raked through the papers on his desk.
“What’s up Cap?” asked Chris as he and Rita settled themselves in the two chairs before the over-burdened desk.
Harry found what he had been looking for. He looked at the papers he picked up, then peered over the top of his glasses at the duo.
“You recently arrested a bunco artist going by the name of Roland Shelby, real name Edward Green.
“Yeah,” nodded Chris.
“A real piece of work,” Rita added. “He was running a ‘Detective Agency’ that purported to check on cheating spouses. Only he didn’t have a P.I. license, a business license and his so-called ‘operatives’ were just muscle. He discovered there was more than one way to make money out of the job. If the partner was really cheating, he’d blackmail them by threatening to reveal the affair and promise to keep it quiet for large sums. If his half-assed investigation showed that the partner was innocent, he’d manufacture evidence that they were playing around. He found the clients paid better when they thought they were getting something for their hard earned bucks.”
“He surprised us,” recalled Chris as he leaned back in his chair. “Most con artists come quietly when they’re caught, protesting their innocence to the end. Green pulled a gun and tried to make a fight of it. Not a good one, but a fight never the less.”
“Well, this is why,” Harry waved one of the pieces of paper he had been holding. “Green is wanted in Georgia for murder. Apparently he ran the same game up there and one of his attempted blackmail victims ended up dead.”
“So what’s that got to do with us?” inquired Rita.
“Murder is a good bit more serious than flim-flam, even with Blackmail thrown in. Green just lost his attempt to fight extradition. Two deputies from the Jackson County Sheriff’s Office are flying down late this afternoon. They’ll take charge of him and carry him back to Georgia. You were the arresting officers so I want you to meet them, walk them through everything and get them on their way with happy memories of Palm Beach.”
“Okay Cap.”
Harry rummaged through more papers. “Here’s the complete file, including copies of the extradition order as well as descriptions and photos of the Georgia cops. And be careful. Green’s bully boys have probably fled the area but keep a lookout for them anyway.”
Rita and Chris left Harry’s office. Rita got her pocketbook from the desk drawer she kept it in and Chris donned his jacket.
“Your car or mine?” asked Chris.
Rita eyed Chris’ car with her usual uncertainty. “Let’s take my Jeep. We want to be at the airport before the Georgia cops arrive, not after they’ve left again.”
“Sam, you wound me. And my car.” He checked his watch and frowned. “We’ve got plenty of time. What’s the hurry?”
Rita smiled and opened the passenger door. She sat down slowly, deliberately allowing her short skirt to ride up her shapely legs. Chris pursed his lips in a silent whistle as it became apparent that Rita’s underwear was basically nothing more than a couple wisps of black lace. Regaining his composure, he closed the door and sprinted around to the driver’s side and climbed in. Unable to be more affectionate in the parking lot, their hands crept together for a moment before Chris started the car.
“Your place or mine?”
“Your loft. Its on the way to the airport. We’ll be able to spend an extra ten minutes together.”
“Outstanding!”
The moment they closed the door behind them Chris and Rita were in each other’s arms. He kissed her as her arms went around his neck. Their tongues dueled together and his hands found the back of her legs. His fingers ran up the smooth, firm thighs, lifting her short skirt and then slipping under the hem of her panties. He lifted her in the air and she kicked off her heels.
For her part, Rita clung to Chris, letting her body rub against him. Her legs dangling as he carried her towards the bedroom, she freed one hand and fumbled between them, pushing his sport jacket off and she began to unbutton his shirt.
As Chris moved them towards the bed, he released Rita’s bottom long enough to unzip her skirt. Then as he carefully bent over and laid her on the bed, his fingers caught the hem of her panties and slid them down her legs. She, abandoning the last buttons of his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.
Chris tried to fight his way out of his slacks and underwear. Since he still had his shoes on, he overbalanced and with a muffled cry fell on to the bed. There was a loud thud as his holstered sidearm, still attached by the belt to his slacks, hit the floor. Chris stifled a curse. Intending to check to make sure all was right with his weapon, he saw Rita had squirmed out of her blouse and bra and had stretched out on the bed. One arm was draped fetchingly over her head. The other was pointed towards him and a crooking finger was beckoning him.
“Oh lover boy,” Rita whispered with a naughty grin.
Chris had fought his way back to his feet intending to finish undressing. When Rita spoke, he stood still for a moment, his eyes drinking in Rita from her head to her toes. For so long they had fought this attraction, refused to acknowlege it, resisted its very existance. Now she was his and he was hers.
“Lover boy,” crooned Rita again and Chris came alive.
By actual time it may have taken him longer than three seconds to get the rest of his clothing off. To the Sams it seemed an eternity. Then Chris had Rita back in his arms again and was showering her with kisses, even as his arms pulled her smaller lithe body against his.
Rita twined her arms around Chris’ neck, running her fingers through his hair. Tongues met as the two detectives exchanged passionate kisses. Chris cupped Rita’s breast, running a practiced thumb over the nipple. Rita slipped her leg between Chris’ and became to slid her thigh along his stiff cock. The partners ran their hands over each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Chris ran his free hand down Rita’s side and along the outside of her leg. Rita slipped a hand between them, touching Chris’ flat stomach.
Without losing any contact, Chris rolled over onto his back, pulling Rita on top of him. With a happy cry, she sat up, straddled him and lifted herself into the air. Reaching down, she grasped his cock and guided it to her. She rubbed the head back and forth in her slit. Chris responded by pressing his palms against her breasts and stroking them in big circles. When Rita decided enough was enough and lowered herself onto Chris’ raging hardon, he slid his hands down her sides and gripped her hips, pulling her down even as he thrust up and into her.
Rita rode happily up and down on Chris’ cock. Unable to resist, Chris gave a whoop and cried out “Ride ‘em cowgirl!” She responded with a grin and proceeded to bounce even harder and faster, holding one hand over her head as though she was riding in a rodeo. Chris did his best to buck her off, without actually doing so, but she hung on. And she hung on for a lot longer than eight seconds.
Finally Rita moaned, arched her back, and slammed herself down onto Chris. He pulled on her hips and held her in place as she wiggled wildly. Chris gave another yell and emptied himself in Rita. She released moments later, mingling the two detectives’ offerings together. As their spasms slowed, Rita leaned forward, pillowing her head on Chris’ shoulder. The duo snuggled together, whispering endearments to each other.
Two hours later, two happy detectives pulled up to the terminal at the Palm Beach Airport. Flipping down the visor sign that read “Police - Official Business”, they parked in the “Reserved” area and went into the terminal. They scanned the arrival/departure board until Rita pointed.
“There we are. Flight 218. On time and arriving at Gate number 7.”
The two Homicide detectives strolled down the concourse and settled in at the waiting area. It was only a few minutes before they heard the announcement that the flight they were waiting for had landed and was at the terminal.
“Sam, do you think we should have made some kind of sign?”
“I don’t think so Chris,” Rita replied. “After all,” she flipped open the folder, “We have pictures right here.”
“So we do.” Chris craned his head over Rita’s shoulder. “Say, she’s kind of cute.” Rita made a sharp movement with her arm and Chris gave an “Ouufff” as her elbow jammed into his stomach. “I just meant it as a general comment Sam, give me a break.”
“Deputy Pat Morrison,” read Rita. She turned the page. “Well, well, who do we have here? Sergeant Michael Gibson. Speaking of cute…”
“Well, not bad if you like your guys tall and muscled and dark,” replied Chris, for lack of anything better to say.
“Oh I do,” purred Rita. Before Chris could come up with a better comeback the passengers began to deplane and the partners stepped up to examine them.
“There they are,” Chris gestured towards a duo coming down the jet-way.
“Quite a contrast,” commented Rita.
Chris nodded. The male topped 6 feet by a couple of inches. His black hair was cut in a very short, military style. Around 200 pounds, his body gave the impression of strength. He was neatly, if conservatively, dressed in dark blue slacks and sport coat.
The female was a good eight inches shorter than her companion, just slightly taller than Rita. Her dirty blonde hair was also cut short, although certainly not as severe as the guy’s was. She wore fairly tight jeans, black running shoes and a white man’s shirt under a leather jacket.
“Hmmmm,” Chris muttered under his breath as the couple, apparently recognizing Chris and Rita as fellow officers, waved and began to work their way towards them.
“What?”
“Looks like Deputy Morrison might be the kind who would think you are cuter than me.”
“Now Chris, don’t jump to conclusions. We’ve worked more than one case involving lesbians and there was hardly a butch among them. Besides, what difference would it make? They’re here overnight, they’ll be gone tomorrow, I’ve got you and I don’t lean that way anyway.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I remember Solange giving you that back rub once when you were hung over. Seemed to me you enjoyed her hands on you a lot.”
“Fully clothed, in public and if she was trying to seduce me, well, it would have been with you thrown in too, even back then.”
By then they had reached the two out of state officers. The male removed his sunglasses, revealing large dark brown eyes.
“Hello, You all must be the Palm Beach PD officers.” His voice was deep but controlled. His Southern accent was obvious. “I’m Mike Gibson and this is my partner Pat Morrison.”
“I’m Rita Lance and this is Chris Lorenzo.”
“Hi,” the female officer smiled. “Nice to meet you both.” Her voice, although definitely that of the South, didn’t have the deep accent of Mike’s.
Rita noticed that both Georgia cops looked them over, as Chris and she were doing to them. Mike seemed a bit dubious about Chris’ outfit. Apparently pink shirts were not de rigueur in their department. His examination of Rita was quick and approving, although no more than she would expect of a polite man.
Pat had also looked over Chris. Rita thought that wasn’t too bad, Chris was definitely worth looking over. But then the woman spent a bit longer examining her than Rita felt comfortable with. Rita turned abruptly to Chris.
“Let’s get down to baggage claim.”
“Good idea,” Mike said. “We need to reclaim our sidearms. I feel about half naked with out mine.”
“But you’re cute anyway,” said Pat. Rita felt surprised. She had wondered if perhaps Chris was right, but then that comment seemed more like something Chris would say to her. It bespoke familiarity and friendship and perhaps a bit more. She shrugged.
The two Georgia cops each had a suitcase and a garment bag. Mike carefully snatched up the locked metal case with the red “Unloaded Firearms” tag on it that most cops referred to as “Steal Me First” tags. Mike opened the case and deftly passed Pat one holstered weapon before slipping out of his sport coat and donning a shoulder harness. Pat undid her leather belt and ran it through the slits of her pancake holster and resettled her leather jacket.
“So what’s on the agenda?”
“Well,” replied Chris. “We thought we’d take you on a quick tour of our operation, run you by the jail to see Green and then get you settled at your hotel.”
“Sounds good,” said Mike. Pat nodded her agreement. “We’re supposed to have a rental car waiting for us. How about we pick it up and then follow you out to your station?”
“How about this?” suggested Rita. “Pat, you ride with me and Chris can go with Mike.”
“Sounds good,” replied the Georgia cops, almost in unison. Rita hid a grin at Chris’ hang-dog expression. He found a moment to slide up next to Rita as the foursome walked to the car rental counter.
“I wanted to ride with you,” he whispered.
“It will be good for you Chris,” Rita answered with a straight face. “You can do some male bonding and all. Harry told us to be nice to them.”
The drive to the station was without incident. By the time they arrived, the two females had learned a good deal about each other. Both were single and making their way in a business that still tended to look at females a bit dubiously. Both accepted that was how things were and were willing to go the extra mile to prove themselves every day. Both of them tossed off any thoughts of romantic relationships although both admitted past affairs that had not ended well. They discussed their partners and found each thought they had a great one. Rita told Pat about Chris’ parents and his ex’s and Pat revealed that Mike was a widower raising two young daughters. They both agreed that maybe someday, someday not being anytime soon, they both would like to have children of their own.
As they pulled into the Homicide Building parking lot and climbed out, Rita was struck by something. The casual tones she had used to hide her relationship with Chris had seemed to strike an echo when the other female officer declared the same lack of interest in romance.
Rita’s considerations were swept away when they all entered the station. Captain Lipschitz was yelling for them the moment they passed through the office doors. There was a hasty introduction as Harry told them not to bother getting comfortable.
“I can’t believe I have to tell you this,” he said to the Georgia deputies, “But your prisoner is gone.”
“Escaped?” blurted Mike.
“Worse and someone’s head is going to roll over this. Somehow, the upgraded charges never made it to the jail. Therefore no one knew that he was charged with more than Fraud and when someone showed up and posted bond for that offense they simply released him.”
“I’ll be damned,” observed Chris.
Harry pointed at his detectives. “You two hit the streets right now and find Green. The airport is covered as are the highways. He’s not the kind to take the bus but the depot is being watched anyway. More than likely he’s gone to ground and is hoping to wait it out until the heat dies down some.”
Turning his attention to Mike and Pat, he continued. “I’ve been in touch with your Sheriff and he says not to come home without your prisoner. I don’t mind you going along with Lorenzo and Lance. You’re out of your jurisdiction but you are sworn and certified peace officers and you can act under color of their authority as long as you are together. Let me remind you that on your own you have no more authority than any ordinary citizen. So be careful.”
Upon leaving the office, Rita went immediately to her desk and grabbed the phone. She was lucky on the third try. After a short conversation, she hung up and motioned to the other three.
“We’re going to meet a snitch of ours, Cotton Dunn. He’s a con-man from the word ‘go’, but he would never dream of hurting anyone. He’s the kind that just baits the hook and lets the suckers line up to let themselves get taken.”
Pat laughed. “I’ve known a couple of those, both in Jackson County and where I used to work before that.”
“Oh, so you’re not originally from the coast?” Chris noted.
“No, I first started out as a city officer north of Atlanta.”
“How did you end up on the coast then?” Inquired Rita.
“Actually,” Pat laughed, “I was on my way to Jacksonville where I had an interview with the PD there.” She looked at her partner. “I got stopped for speeding, forgot I still had my sidearm in the glove box and got myself arrested. Fortunately a certain Sergeant managed to straighten everything out before I spent the night in jail myself.”
“Yep,” noted Mike. “The first time I ever saw her she was in handcuffs.”
The foursome shared a laugh, then sobered.
“Guys,” Chris said. “Rita and I will have to go to this meet alone. Cotton might clam up when confronted with people he doesn’t know. “And really, Cap is right, you shouldn’t go poking around here in Palm Beach.”
“I agree,” said Mike immediately. Pat nodded. “We’ll go to the hotel.” They exchanged cell phone numbers and Mike promised to call with their room numbers as soon as they were checked in.
“You might as well relax for a bit,” said Chris. “We have to stroke Cotton and even he is going to have a time finding this character.”
Chris and Rita met with Cotton, who declared that people like Green were a menace and caused trouble for everyone else. He would look into it. The two Palm Beach detectives began checking known haunts without success, fielding a call from Mike giving them the hotel information.
About dark, the twosome decided to break and eat. Since they were near Rita’s apartment they went there and she fixed them supper. They snuggled together on the couch, reviewing the mostly negative information they had accumulated do far. they were still discussing their notes when the phone rang.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Rita made notes on the pad of paper she always kept by the phone. “Thanks a lot, Cotton.” She hung up and turned to Chris. “Cotton came through. Our Mister Green is hiding down by the waterfront while he negotiates for a late night boat ride out of the country.”
“Great.” While Chris laced his shoes, Rita pulled Mike’s card from her wallet and dialed first his cell phone, and when there was no answer, his hotel room.
“No answer at either number.”
“Maybe they’re at dinner, Rita,” suggested Chris. “I doubt they’ve left the hotel.”
When the Sams reached the hotel they poked their heads in the restaurant, and for good measure, into the hotel bar. No Mike or Pat. They went to the third floor where the deputies had adjacent, but not adjoining rooms. No response came from Pat’s door. Impatiently, Chris rapped hard on Mike’s door.
She scanned the area, not able to zero in on anyone, when Alex appeared. “Hey Bec, been here long?” He leaned over and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss, as he had taken to doing lately. She would have complained if she didn’t like it so much.
“Look what someone has sent us, darling. Dom Perignon. Stick with me to live the good life, baby.” They both grinned.
“Who was it, Bec? Over there, under the tartan? Umm, ah I see, there’s a couple over there, your broad street type, with an older woman. They’re smiling at us. Must be them. Lets have a glass, then go over.”
“Where’s your dolly, then, Romeo? Not up for dancing on a weeknight?” Alex frowned, just as the older woman he had noticed at the table that had sent the wine walked, or rather strutted toward them.
“Mmmmm, bit of alright there, eh Bec? For a senior. My dolly, as you call her, must complete a paper for tomorrow and declined.” He rose as the woman stood before them, a wide smile on her face.
“Hi , my name’s Meg. That dishy fellow I left behind’s Daniel. We hoped we could induce you to join us. Can I have the waiter carry the bubbly over?”
Alex looked at Bec, squinted again at the woman’s bosom, and said “Sure, Meg, but I’ll carry it. I’m Alex and that’s Rebecca. Awfully good of you.”
At the table, they shook Daniel’s hand, and began to talk in the desultory fashion of strangers. Alex and Becca danced twice, the best on the floor by far, drawing applause. Meg danced one long set with Alex, and though in the swing tunes she was not as skilled as Becca, her toned sexy body could wiggle both frantically and erotically, and she drew whistles, which caused her to smile widely and wave to the crowd. She was an altogether pleasant, and Bec noticed, erotically attractive woman. Her casual carnality reminded her of her mother. Alex was nearly drooling over her.
Daniel was another matter altogether. He stared raptly at Rebecca, which she was accustomed to, and spoke very little. “Sorry, never learned to dance.” What he did say was often distracted and superficial, as he continued to stare at Rebecca, though she could sense that rather than lust, his mind was somewhere in another universe. Finally, as Alex danced with Meg, Bec addressed him directly. “Daniel, you seem quite distracted. Somewhere else, old boy. I am accustomed to men staring at me, but not to having my attentions ignored. Can you give me some idea about why you are being such a bore?”
Her words jolted Daniel. He had been seeing Jeb and her daughter, staring at him lovingly, anguish blooming as his cock spasmed, a mixture of want and lust, tempered by not wanting to embarrass himself in front of this gorgeous creature, churning uncontrolled through his body. He blurted “I knew your mother once, Rebecca. She was kind to me, and I have often thought of her over these years. You remind me of her in a way that is almost unbearably attractive.” There he thought, I’ve said it, and be damned.
Rebecca smiled, for she and Alex had always been curious about events in their parents’ lives before they came along, from which they had been carefully shielded. “Oh Daniel, do tell me about it. Alex and I have always wanted to know more about how they met, and those first few years. Mum and Dad don’t talk about it, as though it was a great secret.” Just then, Meg and Alex returned. “Alex, stop drooling over Meg, you’ll embarrass her, and probably her escort as well. He was about to tell me about our parents lives before we were born.”
Both Alex and Rebecca saw the quick look which passed between Meg and Daniel. Daniel looked crestfallen. A silence settled over the table, further heightening the curiosity of their new acquaintances. Finally, Meg told them “I think Daniel is concerned that he would betray confidences your parents do not wish you to know. The best course would be for you to tell your parents you have met Daniel Roper, and see what they say.”
Then Daniel broke in. “Please be sure to give them both my fondest regards. Meg, give them both cards, will you? Now I’m afraid I shall have to excuse myself, hoping to see you soon again.” His face was red, and looked uncomfortable as he made his way toward the exit. Meg looked at Alex, put her hand behind his head, and kissed him in the most ardent way imaginable. Bec could see their tongues working. Meg whispered “So you’ll remember me, big boy. Bye.” Alex stared at her ass as she wiggled out the door after Daniel.
Becca reached under the table, and rubbed Alex’s hard cock. “I should think the problem will be forgetting her, eh Alex my boy. Nice ass, I must concede, but those boobs are plastic, don’t ya know. Now if you can get your mind upwards, what did you make of that bit about knowing Mum and Dad? You ever hear of Daniel Roper?” She continued to rub his prick.
Alex choked “New to me, Bec. He did look rather done in, though that’s a two thousand dollar suit, and he must be thirty, if he’s a day. The card says ‘Ironbrand Trading’, and he’s the Chairman. Never heard of that either. Lets just ask Mum and Dad.”
Becca had his cock out of his pants, and was jacking it smoothly. “Goodness, you’re rather excited. We should have gotten a room. I’m not sure we should reveal this to them, big brother. They’ll probably stonewall us, and we’ll never hear the real story. Goodness, you’re going to burst. Dolly not taking care of you, eh? Well leave it to your little sister then, but you owe me.” She knocked an ashtray to the floor, and ducked under the table. He felt her warm, sucking mouth taking his cock right down to the root, relaxed, and let his climax overtake him. Through an orgasmic haze, he felt the familiar mouth swallowing his copious spend, his heart swelling. How would he ever find a woman like Bec?
When he opened his eyes, his sister sat beside him, sipping champagne, with a little trail of white fluid leaking out of one corner of her mouth, and simpering at him. As soon as she knew he was watching, her tongue licked up the jism, and he sighed as she made a little show of swallowing this last bit of his cum. “Jesus, Bec.”
She grinned broadly, and spoke with the authority of one owed a debt. “Now say nothing to Mum and Dad, I’m going to call him and demand he take me to dinner and treat me better than he did tonight, including some juicy tidbits from our parents’ pasts. I think I shall make my request for this Saturday night, and I suppose, if you wish, you could attempt an attack on old Meg, though what she can see in a young primitive like you I can’t imagine. I must say it appeared tonight that against all good sense, she might be willing to consider such a proposal.”
*Eight*
Meg and Daniel were nude, resting on the leather covered couch in his office, relaxed and comfortable as she leaned against him, after two drinks and lovely oral sex. Though both their groins were wet, they paid no attention, as the next few minutes they would take their next step, which Meg suspected might involve sodomy upon her. He was in that sort of mood, rough and urgent, churning from the call she had put through an hour ago. He’s gaga over that girl, she thought, and the mother too. He was such a good fellow, had been so put upon in his life, and Meg loved mothering him. Her own children were grown, and she considered herself lucky to have a young, handsome and ardent lover at her age, when so many of her friends were abstinent from necessity.
“My god but she’s cheeky, Meg. ‘You were rather indifferent to me last night, Daniel, so I think the least you could do would be take me to a nice dinner, so we can correct the rather unhappy first impression you made on me. No, just book a table, and Email it to me. I’ll meet you there. You can drive up some other time. You realize of course this is all rather mysterious, you know so much about me, though I suppose I’m flattered.’ Never a thought that I might be busy or anything.”
Meg opined “She wants to get you alone and pump you about her parents, darling. You’re going to have to decide how much you want to say, and for that matter how you feel about the whole thing. She really is a beauty, dear, and I suspect is not above putting that and her vivacious personality to work loosening your tongue. If you wish my opinion, I think you should try to get to know her, and practice a bit of your own charm on her. She would do you rather well as a wife, and my sense was she is rather sexy. She certainly likes to show off her assets.”
Daniel sighed. “Yes, I suppose that’s her plan. I wish I was more certain about how I will feel if it turns out that her parents did indeed kill Dad. I know he was a bit of a cad, and perhaps a crook as well, but I never saw any true evil in him. Though I suppose a child never does.”
Meg twisted around, holding his gaze, letting him see her affection. “Darling, eventually, after a pleasant meal, tell her your story. If you want a future, you really must. Anyone with half a mind, and you might have noticed she took a first in the examinations so she is no fool, will understand the complications of your life. I think you have survived it all rather well, you might have noticed my bias in your favor, and are closing in on a discovery that will perhaps free you from some of your psychic angst.”
Daniel smiled at her, and leaned down to kiss her gently. “You are a prize, my dear. what would you like to do with my body next?”
Meg leered at him. “Fuck my ass, stud.” So he did. She omitted the fact that Alex would be taking her to dinner Saturday night. Their agreement was, what you don’t know won’t hurt.
So Rebecca was quite pleased with the intimate table at the Savoy, for which she had carefully achieved what she thought of as her “classy slut” look, a translucent gown that hinted at the charms beneath. Daniel was waiting for her in the lobby, and seemed a very different person, charming and confident. He kissed her cheek, then guided her to the table as the head waiter trailed behind. Once they were seated, and the man had listed the nightly specialities, he poured the Chablis that had been chilling, and left them alone.
“Well Daniel, that was a great improvement. I’m so pleased that you do indeed know how to show a girl a good time. I’ve never been here, so help me to make the most of it.” She leaned over and whispered “I’d say you are charming the pants off me darling, but I’m not wearing any.” In spite of knowing she was manipulating him, he felt his body respond to her casual, rather free spirited sensuality. So much like Jeb, he thought. He grinned at her.
The meal was a great pleasure for them both. The elegant food, good wines, and careful service made them relax and exchange ideas in an altogether enjoyable way. Daniel was conscious of his lust for her, but let it show only occasionally. Rebecca sensed it, but smiled and did her usual flirtatious but superficial teenager imitation, which was well practiced. She had begun to react to an undefined and vague unease that was like an aura around him, in spite of his practiced sophistication. He was a troubled fellow, she felt, not in the nasty way some men were, but an ungrounded, confused sort of discomfort. In spite of this, his casual wealth and sincere, almost worshipful admiration pleased her greatly, so it was easy to say yes when he invited her to his apartment.
It was a spectacular place, the penthouse of a five story building in a fashionable downtown section. The twelve foot high walls of the main room were connected to skylights which gave an impression of openness and size, and a great feeling of being outside. The fashionably modern interior was beyond classy, and the whole effect took one’s breath away. After staring around for a a long moment, Rebecca turned and embraced Daniel, lifting her face to his, and breathing “Okay darling, I’m suitably impressed. You may kiss me now.”
He was a good kisser, she thought, and relaxed her body against his. He allowed the kiss to become slowly more passionate, which she knew was an intended prelude to seduction. One of the things her mother had taught her, and an occasional experiment had confirmed, was that seduction never resulted in good sex, much less genuine affection. It was simply intended to confirm the male’s power.
She drew away from him, smiling up at his handsome but not quite certain face. “Darling, I’m not sure we’re ready for each other, though you’re awfully attractive. When we make love, I want us both to be fully committed and clear. Honestly Daniel, you would make an awfully good husband, and I would make an excellent wife. But a quick bump and giggle is no way to begin. So lets relax, please tell me what you can about my parents, and you’re relationship to them.”
Meg’s apartment was about three blocks away, a pleasant, airy third floor flat, two bedrooms and a nice view. Alex was stroking smoothly into her quivering quim, working her toward her fourth orgasm. They had dined casually but well, nearby, at her suggestion. There had been a hot, viscerally erotic character to their conversation, leaving no doubt in either mind that their evening would end in their present naked, missionary position. Meg, however, was having her breath taken away by the young man’s lovemaking.
“Migod, Alex, ready again? Oh no, darling you don’t have to……. yes, yes keep sucking just like that, ooh darling ohhhhhhhhh……….” And later, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, Alex cum with me, that would be so nice, so, now darling, oh now you lovely naughty man aggghhhh……” She lay gasping, watching his face smile down at her after grimacing as he filled her swampy pussy for the second time. “Darling, you’ve had an awfully good teacher somewhere along the way. And such confidence. Mmmmm. Oh stop wiggling like that, or you’ll have to do it all again. Really? Well lets shower, my dear. I haven’t your energy, though I might have twenty years ago. But don’t get the idea that I’m finished. Oh stop that, I’m impressed, but don’t start showing off.”
Feeling lethargic and sated, they were spooned together in her bed, covered by a light blanket, when Alex whispered “You know all the bit about my parents don’t you Meg? Knowing Bec, I’m sure she has it all squeezed out of Daniel by now. Can’t you tell me about it?”
Meg twisted around and stared at him. “Fucking me for information, Alex? Oh that’s so seedy and nasty. I know, I know, I’m a good fuck, no doubt about it, and you aren’t the nasty sort. I can tell you this, Daniel is troubled by the death of his father, which people have accused your parents of causing, and he remembers them fondly. He is confused and not entirely clear about his feelings. I think he must eventually confront your Mum and Dad, though it’s not obvious that they would go along with that.”
She rolled away, reached in the drawer of her bedside table, and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it quickly, waved the smoke away, and twisted around, her breasts in profile to him, with a seductive smile. “I love Daniel dearly, Alex. Part of it is a mothering thing, and part is the pleasure an old gal like me gets from young studs like the two of you. He’s very generous, and truly has a good heart. But he will never be content without somehow dealing with this strange ambivalence. You see, he thinks he loves his father’s killers. That’s a confusing burden to bear.”
She took a deep drag, closing her eyes as she felt the smoke hit her lungs. Alex thought, through his confusion, what a sensual woman she was, seeking pleasure so forcefully. “I don’t know the truth of it, dear. Nor do I know how it will all come out, but I hope for the best. Rebecca would be a marvelous mate for him, particularly if she is as wise sexually as you are. He has some way to go before he can be the lover you are, and I don’t seem to be able to teach him.” Her eyes were closed as she inhaled another puff. Then she stubbed out the thing into an ash trey inside the drawer.
Twisting back to him, she pressed her body to his, whispering “So we’re ships passing in the night, darling. I’m the same to you as to Daniel. I can comfort, give affection, sexual pleasure, but it is temporary, because you must each eventually live your own lives. So be kind to your substitute mommy, Alex. And don’t forget me. Now, I find I have regained my strength, and I can feel that you have revived. I don’t think preliminaries are necessary darling. But do try to wait for me.”
*Interlude*
Jonathon walked in to the living room to discover Jeb with an angry look on her face, by itself a rare thing, and his children on the couch opposite her, looking cowed, an even rarer thing. He said “Good Evening”, and sat down on the arm of Jeb’s chair, looking down at her. She looked up and he saw a tear, lingering in her eye, and a hint of fear beneath the anger. He looked over at the kids. “Will someone tell me what’s going on.”
Simultaneously, Rebecca blurted out “I didn’t think it was so bad to want to know about….”, and Jeb groaned “They have met with Daniel Roper, Jonathon, and pumped him about our past.” With that, both children were shocked to see their mother break down in tears, big, heavy, anguished tears. They both thought “Mother never cries, not at funerals, not when a horse dies, never. Well, weddings, but not like this.” Jonathon had his arm around Jeb, but she kept her head up, staring now into space, tears rolling down her face.
“He was such a darling little boy, just wanted love, quiet, thoughtful, so unlike his dad. You remember Jonathon, the night you rescued him, I danced with him, on that veranda to that stupid calypso band, and he got a little stiffy, right there against my tummy. It was the last time I felt innocent, the last time the world seemed bright and fresh, the last of simple minded, naive, helpless Jeb. I miss her sometimes, darling, and then I think of that poor boy, no father, a shit of a mother, with no one. No one for god’s sake. It always seemed so cruel. And he loved your father. Every morning, when he was going sailing, or climbing, or whatever, he would be bright and smiling. But he was always careful around his father, not to fuss too much over Thomas. That’s how he knew your dad. And I remember how he hugged me when I put him on the plane back to England, crying, not wanting to leave. But he went, with his lip quivering, not looking back. I remember the pain I felt, thinking I would never see him again.”
She looked up at Jonathon. “But it looks like I will, dear. God what are we going to tell him? It sounds to me as though your daughter has her eye on him. And your son is having it off with his secretary.”
*Nine*
Meg was very impressed with Jonathon in person, as he stood in front of her desk, an intense, penetrating stare, and announced “Jonathon Pine to see Mr. Roper.” He looked slightly younger in person, and the sense of harnessed power he projected was awfully sensual. Not handsome, but virile as hell. She realized, suddenly, that he had, without doubt, killed Daniel’s father. For the first time in many years she felt flustered. “Um, well, yes, Mr. Pine, Mr. Roper is expecting you. Please go right up, I mean in.” He smiled quickly at her, seeming to see into her soul, and as he walked past her, she felt her pussy gushing.
Daniel stood beside his desk, as Thomas, he couldn’t think of him with any other name, strode directly to him and shook his hand. Suddenly, he remembered the feeling, that this was a man you could have complete confidence in, a man who would never let you down. “Please sit down, do you mind if I call you Thomas? I know that’s strange, but its the way I have thought of you all these years.” As the man waved his hand, as though to say “Whatever”, Daniel felt a rush of affection. He took a deep breath, but Thomas was talking.
“My children have told me how you met, Daniel, and I must conclude you are trying to find out what happened twenty two years ago. I am willing to tell you some of what I know, but my main purpose is to be certain you are not a threat to my family. So may I ask, why now? I know about both Darker and Langbourne’s efforts, and I suppose they told you what they discovered. So why wait so long? Has something happened that I should know about?”
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