A built in dungeon. What could be more perfect?
NataliaWe spent a couple of hours in the realtor's office filling out paperwork and talking with the bank. When we left her office, Daniel returned a call from Benson. He wanted to see if Daniel would be pressing charges against Lenore. Daniel looked at me and put Benson on hold."What do you think, Peaches, Benson said she is giving evidence in the murder case, and she may cooperate better if he can negotiate with me to not press charges. I don't want to see her serve time or be punished for going to the club last night. What do you think?"I was glad he was involving me. I had an idea."Lenore has to agree not to come back. To leave us both alone in person and digitally. If she bothers us again, we will press charges, and they will stick the next time."Daniel nodded and got back on with Benson to explain the deal.Then we went back to the club to check on things. Brandt was back, having had no adverse side effects from the drug he was given. Brandt was relying heavily on Daniel to
ShawI used Lenore's password to open her phone once we got back to the station. I didn't know how much longer the Captain would let Benny and I work together, so I wanted to make the most of it. I sat next to him in the bullpen, but not too close. We opened her texts first to see if we could find anything suspicious. I scrolled through while he looked over my shoulder. Our backs were to the wall. He rolled his chair closer and soon I felt his hand slide up my leg. I gave him a warning look, but he was looking at the phone and not at me.His hand didn't stop traveling until it was under my skirt. I had to work hard not to react, especially when I wanted to part my legs to make it easier on him. I shifted away."I'll move back to my side if you don't stop," I half-complained, though I really loved it. His hands on me were sublime."I'll be good, baby. Stay here. I need you by my side," he whispered. I turned to goo when this big burly guy said things like that.I tried to ignore my body
Explict scene below. Read at your own risk.DanielNatalia and I had gotten boxes to pack up the apartment. My offer was accepted by the buyer and if nothing wrong was found when the title company did their routine search, then we would be moving in a few weeks. If I was able to pay cash, maybe I could have sped the process up but as in all large purchases, all i's had to be dotted and all the t's crossed.I talked to Brandt about buying a few pieces from the Club's main room that had been shuffled out to make way for the clean up and rebuild. I had a few more things in my A****n cart that I was planning to purchase to add to the room. I'd also gotten back with someone that was going to make custom curtains for the master bedroom. The rest I was leavig up to Natalia. She had gone to a few thrift shops and the like looking for lightly used outdoor furniture for the back porch. We also found a huge dinning room table and chairs that would be perfect for the dining room. We hadn't started
James I was happy once. I had a relationship that I thought was everything. I lived and breathed for this person. I worked a menial job back then. I was younger and thought I had found my forever. I went through high school and a little college working through my sexuality. I liked girls of all types. Small breasts, large breasts, thick thighs and chicken legs. It didn't matter to me, I found I didn't have a type, whatever caught my eye or got my dick hard. But there were a few men that I was attracted to throughout those years. It confused me at first, but by the time I graduated from high school I knew I could go both ways.I didn't have this big coming out of the closet moment. It was just me and my mom, and she was cool with whatever. That made it easier to figure things out for myself. I didn't have to fight with my emotions or worry that someone would be disappointed in me. I have heard all kinds of stories about guys and girls having to work through these feelings. That wasn't
BensonI'm good at my job. On the nights that Shaw isn't with me, it makes my job a little easier. Then I'm not distracted by her creamy thighs and juicy t*its. I stay up late and work on my computer doing research on my suspects. Or in some instances, I guess you could call them persons of interest. When I first looked up James Donovan, it was just research. I never cared for Gayle, so I checked into the guy she married. It was just one of those gut feelings.I had trouble finding any information on him after his college years. He didn't graduate from the local college, but following a hunch, I went to one of those websites that have yearbooks. It was a digital one that the college put together through their journalism class. I found a picture taken during those years and, low and behold! I found a picture of James and Micheal. Together. It was a candid photo with lots of other people in the picture. If you weren't looking specifically for them, you might not even have noticed it. But
DanielNatalia and I were in the office when I called Benson back. He had previously asked me if I remembered when James had visited the office to see Gayle. Whether it was at night or during the day. Was it possible that James and Michael had met? If I thought the questions were strange, I said nothing. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. But I did more than that. I asked Brandt because he was there that day too. He recalled that it was close to the time that Gayle left for the day. James was there to pick up Gayle because she'd had a problem with her car that morning. He also remembered that it was around the time he met Honey. That meant I had a timeline and I could scour the video footage with more precision. She'd worked with us for little over a year, so going through everything would have been a real pain.Nat helped. We started by looking at footage from outside the front door of the club because someone, presumably James, would have dropped her off that mo
This chapter may be triggering to some. It contains consensual / non-consensual se*x with two men. Read at your own risk.JamesI could almost feel the noose tightening. Benson had called and wanted another interview. Just me this time. I'm glad. I never wanted Gayle mixed up in all this. She knew about Michael but only the bare bones. I didn't want to ever lie to her, but my humiliation was my own.I tried for two weeks to get that cage off my junk. I could have gone to a lock smith maybe? But that was too embarrassing. I didn't go to the cops for the same reason. I could hear the conversation in my head."Yes, officer, I went with him willingly. He made me suck his dck, and then I masturbated while he watched. Then he put this cage on and I did nothing to stop him." Yeah, sounds like a great conversation to have. It was my word against his. I didn't think much would come of it as far as a prosecution, but I'd be a laughingstock for sure. No, thank you.I made keys out of all sorts o
NataliaIt was hard coming to terms with the fact that Campo had assaulted Quinn on the night he met James in the club lobby. We didn't know exactly what Benson and Shaw had on James, but it was clear he was now their main suspect. It felt good that maybe we had given them the piece of evidence that tied it all together. I could feel good about that and sad that whatever was said between them that night was probably the catalyst for being cruel to Quinn to the point of almost killing her.If James was the murderer, then that conversation also got Michael killed, I surmised. James looked pissed at seeing Michael and worse after whatever it was that Michael said to him. Too bad the video had no audio. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.Daniel was going out of his way to distract me today. We are going downtown to search for a wedding dress and do a cake testing for the wedding cake. Then the florist shop. We still have a little ways to go until the house is