Aren't these two the cutest?
LenoreI don't know why those detectives didn't arrest Natalia. I gave her to them on a silver platter. I heard through the grapevine, aka, my cousin Gayle, that they pulled her in for questioning. Daniel took the day off to support her. Grrrr! What does a girl have to do to get her man back? I hacked into the club's security system, so I could watch him daily, but now that the club is off limits, I haven't seen them in a few days. I can't believe I missed all that action, but I had to get a new job here that has me working nights. I ended up quitting the old one that I left town for. They didn't have a position in the branch here in town, and I wasn't leaving again. It was disappointing but to be expected I guess. It was a specialized field and they had already filled my old position. I just tanked my career basically and will have to start over in another firm. Just another thing I have to thank Natalia for.I'm staying in a crappy motel near the highway because that's what I can aff
NataliaThis whole interlude with Daniel has been amazing. We finally said 'I love you' and that was huge. Epic. My heart is full to bursting right now, but not only that, we finally did the deed. Like over and over and over. Daniel is insatiable. My pussy was raw and well used. My tits were overly sensitive because he wouldn't leave my nipples alone. Not that I was complaining. He literally fucking owned me and I loved it. Craved it. I needed his dominance as much as he needed to exert it. I rubbed my wrists where he had tied me to the bed the other night. His imagination for sexual encounters was legendary. At least for me, it was.Every damn thing has been a revelation. I mean we had a lot of sex or maybe sex acts before, but now he barely lets me touch his dick. He just wants inside me, and I'm down for it. Don't get me wrong, it's just so different. Is it because we are in love or is it different because it's my pussy? It does seem more intimate to have vaginal sex. I guess we kin
BensonI was watching Shaw talk with the Captain from across the bullpen. Yeah, that was a sexist term. This room wasn't full of just men like it was twenty or thirty years ago. Lots of ladies worked here, but the term stuck. I sighed, take Shaw for instance, she was looking so pretty today. Her long dark hair was braided down her back. Her makeup was darker than usual, probably to cover evidence of little sleep because of our late night picking up Lenore. We just grabbed a couple of hours here and there. In between fuck sessions, of course. I remembered that thing she does with her tongue but quickly squashed that thought. That was a big no, to getting a hard on at work. The guys would never let me live it down if anyone noticed. But damn it was hard not to get hard around Shaw. That woman was a fucking Queen. And I was her King. You better fucking believe it.I'm sure she's going to get the promotion. I was readying myself for the news. I wanted the best for her, so I wouldn't make a
DanielWe waited in the lobby for news about Brandt, and it was hell. I got the story from Honey while we waited. She had been waiting in the parking lot while Brandt went in to get their food. A car pulled up to the curb, then Brandt was gone. What really got me was that Honey followed them while being on the phone with emergency services. I mean she saved him practically single-handedly. What a woman.I had a small crush on her when I first met her a couple of months ago. Honey was beautiful and sweet. I remember thinking how lucky Brandt was to have such an innocent girl for his own.Then I found my own. It was a big responsibility being a girl's first everything. My only thought then was that I wanted to have a girl to defile, but it turned out to be so much more than that with Natalia. At the beginning, I almost let her go. In the end, I couldn't. I knew from the first moment she was mine. I've taken every hole, and she's filled every one that I had in my soul. My Peaches was the
BensonMichael Campo's killer remained elusive. I was working at my desk, going through all the clues we had amassed so far. Our two best suspects were Lenore Smithers and Sandra Jacobs. Lenore was a suspect simply because she tampered with evidence and tried to pin the murder on Natalia Jacobs. Sandra Jacobs was a suspect for several reasons. She had inserted herself into the investigation several times, coming in to give a statement when we hadn't asked her for one, was pretty suspicious. Secondly, she kept calling us as if she wanted information from us to see where we were going with the investigation. Both of those things usually meant someone had something they wanted to hide and was fishing to see if we had figured out what they were hiding. Plus, she could have a motive. It was her daughter that was hurt at the club by Campo only days before. We couldn't find a motive for Lenore to have killed Campo. Had they met before? We needed to lock that down.The police in Frog City, as
The Killers POVI'd gone over the boat with a fine tooth comb. They won't find anything there. I threw the knife over a bridge on my way home. I left no DNA and no fingerprints. Have I forgotten anything? Overlooked anything? Think like a cop. I kept my phone at home, at least my real one. I made sure there were no cameras in the vicinty of the lauindromat. The only thing that has me worried is the note. The cops haven't found it yet, or they would have dragged me in for questioning already. I can only hope that Campo threw it away where it can never be found. I searched his car and his house. His pockets. Everywhere the cops would search.I know Benson and Shaw are still working heavily on the case. I've been keeping my ears open, nose to the ground, all that crap. They don't have any reason to arrest ore even suspect me. I'm sure of that. I even have a scapegoat in mind if they get too close. Without the note, they've got nothing. My history with Campo is hidden in years past. No one
NataliaOur romantic interlude was over, and we were allowed back in the apartment. The top half of the building had been cleared but the club itself was off limits until repairs could be made. That could take months. Daniel was busy all day working with different people to get the club back in order. He met with contractors for bids on repairs and more insurance people. The property damage and the death of that woman were under two separate policies. I didn't understand it all, but I acted as his secretary, answering calls and greeting people. I kind of like it. He also logged me onto Gayle's computer and showed me how to do some of the reports he needed for projections for the future. The club might have to get a loan to rebuild if insurance doesn't cover everything.I fielded a phone call a little earlier from Detective Benson. He wanted to speak with Daniel or Brandt. I explained that Brandt was out for a few days and Daniel was with some insurance people. He allowed me to take a m
DanielOne year earlierLenore and I signed our contract today. Was I a sick fuck for wanting a woman that acted like a young girl? Mabye. But it sure was fun. I liked taking care of her. I was getting her ready for a bath, then I was going to make dinner. She wanted chicken nuggets, again. While chicken nuggets had their place, I was making myself a chef's salad with grilled chicken and fresh avocado.I made sure the bath water was warm but not to hot. I poured in some bubble bath and Lenore squealed while the tub filled with bubbles. She really got into her 'Little' role. I admired her body. She had really large breasts and I loved to watch them jiggle. She was pretty short, which fit her child-like role, so she fit perfectly in the bathtub. I ran my fingers up her leg past her soft and smooth thigh to her sex. She giggled like a little girl when I ran my fingers over her smooth sex."Be a good girl, Lenore, while I go get a couple of things, okay?" I asked her in my Daddy voice."Ok