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Joe sat quietly, listening and taking notes as Rielle described what had happened to her. It was the process they’d evolved in their partnership - most rape victims were more comfortable talking to a sympathetic woman, so Claudia talked. Of course, neither of them had expected to hear that their Chief Medical Examiner has been gang-raped in the same place as the cold case they’d reopened. Or that one of the rapists was Matthew Kelly. “Holy shit,” he heard himself say.

“Excuse me?” Rielle said, looking at him sharply. She almost looked like she’ forgotten he was there.

“Matthew Kelly? This Matthew Kelly?” He dug out his phone and showed her the picture.

Her shudder was statement enough. “Yeah, That Matthew Kelly. Why?”

“He’s a person of interest,” Joe told her, putting the phone away. “In our current case. We were hoping that you might give us something, but, uh...”

“Yeah.” Rielle stared down at her hands, silent for a long time. “I won’t... I’ve got a husband, now. And a stepson.” She fell silent again. “He... doesn’t know. Doesn’t know why I have panic attacks, sometimes. In, in bed.”

Joe nodded his head, waiting.

“He... when they were, we’re finally done. He... took me home. Like nothing happened. And...”. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “He told me he’d kill me. If I said... anything. If I tried to leave him.”

Joe gave up any pretense of taking notes. It was too hard, through the red rage filling his vision. “He raped me... oh, once a week or so, the rest of the semester. Laughing, while I begged him to stop. I tried to scream once, and he... held a knife to my throat.” The notebook crumpled in Joe’s fist. “He brought a few of his frat brothers the next time. As a warning, I guess. I think he stopped because, because I stopped fighting. Because I gave up and just let him rape me, and it stopped being fun.”

“Rielle, we...” Joe began.

“I’m not testifying,” she repeated. “My word, against a pillar of the community like him?” She spat the phrase out in contempt. “After what happened to Christine Ford? After what happens to any woman who tries?” She shuddered. “And I’ve got a son...”

“All right,” Joe said slowly. “You’ve still given us something to...”

“Make him resist arrest,” she breathed.

“What?”

Rielle looked up, shame and fury and fear burning in her dark eyes. “Find an excuse, and put a bullet in the son of a bitch. A lot of bullets.” Her fist clenched, nails digging into a stress ball. “Don’t take him to trial. Just put him down like a rabid dog.”
 
Jesus, it had been a roller coaster of a day. Between opening up to Joe about her burgeoning feelings, to wildly hot sex in the precinct bathroom, to the satisfaction of a new lead in their most frustrating case, and finally culminating in the harrowing admission from the chief medical examiner about her past, and her connection to their suspect. Clearly, they were on the right track, but still they had little tangible evidence to show for it.

A tense silence accompanied the elevator ride back to their floor, and pervaded the rest of the afternoon. Claudia threw herself into work, to evade her own memories, to avoid similarities between her own past, and Rielle. Though, even the comparison of what they’d both went through made her feel guilty. Rielle had legit trauma. She had drunken regrets.

Instead of letting those thoughts consume her, she compiled a list of every frat brother who had attended Eminence at the same time as Kelly, and what she could use to get them to flip on him. She was maybe half way through her list, when 5 o’clock rolled around, and she was ready to head home. Even if she knew she was just going to continue her research on her laptop. But at least she’d be sitting the couch in sweatpants.

Or, maybe something a little less causal, as she sent off a text to Joe. You’re coming by tonight, right? Maybe you can pick up some dinner for us, too?

Yeah, it was probably silly to shoot off a text when his deck was just across from hers, but it let them plan an evening together without anyone else finding out about their relationship.

“All right, I am headed out. See you tomorrow Joe.”


Claudia swallowed a mouthful of whisky, not taking her eyes off her laptop screen. It was going to be a bitch to get one of his frat brothers to flip on Kelly, and she didn’t see any other angle to get him. And he was due to kill again any day now.

An email notification distracted her from the growing futility of pursuing justice,e and back onto bedpage.com. It seemed that her potential hookup didn’t like being ignored.

Fucken cocktease. Did this fat dick scare you off? Maybe I should find out where you are, and give it to you anyways.

Fuck, what an asshole. Bullet dodged. But… Her mind went back to Rielle, and her guilt over her own silence. Too many of these fucking assholes got away with this shit because nobody wanted to speak up about it. Maybe someone ought to do something about that.

Didn’t scare me off, just intimidated me a little. I don’t know if I can take that much cock.

She hardly had time to click away before another message popped up.

You can take it. I can make you take it. Bet you’d like that, huh?

IDK, maybe.

U getting wet thinking about me holding you down and fucking you? U want me to come by tonight and play rapist with you?

Tomorrow. At the Tropico Motel on 83rd. 1pm.

Aight.

Knocking at her door shocked Claudia back into the present. Immediately her mind went to her internet hookup’s threat, but that was absurd. He couldn’t find her, not so easily.

It was Joe, because of course it was. “Hey,” she greeted, and planted a kiss on his cheek, because there were “in a relationship” now. Because she was in a weird headspace, feeling a little horny and a lot disturbed and trying to reconcile the two. Because he’d brought Chinese from her favorite place, and the smell of shrimp fried rice reminded her of how hungry she was.

“I don’t know about you, but I needed a hard drink after today. You want one too?”
 
The text had been an obvious way to plan an evening, and he’d responded with a quick sure, see you tonight before nodding as she announced she was leaving. Then he cleared a few things from his to-do list - emails, mostly - and powered down his computer. It had been a long fucking day, and he was looking forward to something low-key.

Of course, how low-key would tonight actually be? Would bring in s relationship change the comfortable dynamic of dinner and talking and then fucking like wild animals? He found himself wondering about that as he made his way through rush hour traffic to his house, and was still wondering about it as he stuffed a couple of changes of clothes into a duffel bag.

Dinner was simpler. He called in a pickup order to Dragon Wok, and the large bag was ready for pickup by the time he arrived. Then it was over to Claudia’s building and up three flights of stairs to knock on the door. “Dinner is served!” he drclare with a flourish as she opened up.

“I don’t know about you,” she declared with a peck on the cheek, “but I needed a hard drink after today. You want one too?”

“Hell, yeah,” he agreed, dropping the duffel bag into a chair as he followed her into the kitchen. “Fuckin’ roller coaster, wasn’t it?” He nusied himself unpacking the food. “I never thought I’d hear our CME ask us to straight murder someone. She’s usually a lot more straight-laced than that.”

Shrimp fried rice on her side of the table, pepper steak on his. And spring rolls and steamed dumplings between. Not bad. “We talking shop?” he asked, taking the glass she offered. “Or do you want a break?”
 
Claudia poured two fingers of whisky into Joe’s glass, and two more into her own. “No, no work tonight. My mind needs a night off from that bastard.” She dug into her dinner, mentally pushing away from the day and the case. It was two more bites before she realized she had nothing else to discuss. What could she say? She looked down at the table, and the only other thing that bubbled up was the memory of Joe tying her down and fucking her hard in all her holes. Damn, that was hot, but they probably needed more than work and amazing sex to have a relationship, right?

“So, uh…” Nothing came, so she took another bite. Geez, what did regular people talk about over dinner. No point in talking about their day, since they spent most of it together. And so much of their time had been occupied by the case, there wasn’t really room for anything else. Anything other than sex, anyways. “What’s new?”

She laughed awkwardly, feeling stupid that she couldn’t figure out what to even talk about, before she covered her embarrassment in some humor. “I got a new boyfriend. He’s a cop. The sex is mind-blowing, but he’s not particularly open about his feelings.” Claudia laughed at herself, and drank half her glass in a swig. “Sorry, I am clearly bad at this. Which is probably why I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school.”

Another drink finished her glass, and she poured herself some more. “He was a major asshole. Probably would have fit right in that frat the killer was in.”
 
“I’ve heard some gossip about that new boyfriend,” Joe replied, playing along. “Hear he’s a bit of a jerk at times. Is that why you still hang out with me? Makes fucking him hotter when you can get a little on the side from your partner?”

Damn. He’d meant it as a joke, but that sounded like a hot game. He indulged the fantasy for a moment, then shook it off as Claudia laughed. “Sorry, I am clearly bad at this. Which is probably why I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school.”

“No shit? Really?” He thought about that. “I just kind of assumed you were in the closet and quiet about it, when you got assigned as my partner. Well, up until a couple weeks ago.” He chuckled. “But seriously. Your last relationship was in high school?”

She poured some more wine. “He was a major asshole. Probably would have fit right in that frat the killer was in.”

“No shit?” He thought about that for a moment, chewing his pepper steak as he did. “He, uhm...” His voice went quiet, killing the question he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. “Uhm. He live around here? I’m sure we could find an excuse to bring him in for questioning, make his life hell for a while.”
 
"How romantic, offering to abuse your authority to get revenge of an ex of mine.” Claudia snickered and stroking his hand. But the laughter died away as the memories returned. “No, I got him back for that, already." I killed him.

Joe raised eyebrow so she continued. "It all started a few weeks earlier. His parents were out of town so he, Quinn, was going to have a party at his place. I showed up early to help out, and well, we had sex. It was my first time. " She took a drink of her whiskey shrugged. "He was alright, I guess. Mostly teenage fumbling. Afterwards only a couple of his friends showed up, Malachi and Westley. I felt bad at the time but in retrospect I think that was on purpose."

Another drink finished her glass. "We all drank the beer he had and one thing led to another. They told me I was hot; he told me it would be hot if I did both of them.” She moved the remaining rice on her plate around, building it into a pile, but not scooping it up. “I was drunk enough to let it happen I don’t know, I guess it just seemed easier at the time to go along.”

Joe started to speak up, but she stopped him. “It wasn’t rape, or anything like that. Just drunken teenaged mistakes.” Even now the memories were vivid, like a remembered porno. Quinn jerking off while she sucked Malachi and Westley. Kneeling on the bed with Malachi pounding her from behind and tasting Quinn’s cock. Quinn in her ass while she rode Westley.

She shook away the images, “The next day? I was pissed off. It was just a game to them. I don’t if I was the first, but I sure as hell was going to be the last.”

“What did you do?” Joe asked.

“I decided to get even.” She smirked. “I told Westley to meet me out behind the school to hook up one afternoon. Had him up against the wall, told him I would blow him. Then, when his pants were off? I took them, his clothes, his phone, his keys, everything, and ran.”

Joe snorted, and she laughed too. “Immature, I know. But he had to figure out how to get home without pants, and I took a dozen humiliating photos of him like that. Posted them all over his Facebook and Instagram.”

“As for Malachi, I had him meet me in the girl’s bathroom to fool around between classes, then screamed as he tried to get my pants off. He was expelled.”

“Jesus,” Joe laughed. “Remind me not to get on your bad side. So, what happened to your boyfriend?”

“We got in a fight, and I pushed him down a flight of stairs.”

“Damn.”

The last thing he’d said had been burned into her mind, and came back up like bad takeout.

“You wanna cry rape, Claudia? Maybe we should rape you.” He laughed, and loomed even closer. “Dumb slut like you would probably like it anyways.”

“He broke his neck, though. No one had seen what happened, and I ran, so the school wrote it off like an accident.” But she hadn’t run, not immediately. She stood at the top of the stairs and stared at the awkward angle of his neck, and the blood that pooled under his head.

In the end, she’d won their stupid game.

“It was after that I discovered my ability, to relieve the memories of the deceased.” She took a final bite of her dinner. “I guess it’s related, somehow.”
 
“Jesus Christ,” Joe breathed as Claudia finished her story. “I don’t even know where to start.”

He took a bite of his dinner, chewing as he processed. Then he washed it down with the last of his whiskey, before pouring both of them another two fingers. “Gonna say that I’m glad that son of a bitch is dead, because it saves me the effort of planting a drop gun when I find him.”

He hesitated, then stretched out his hand and took hers. “Because, you know that was rape, right? Not that they’d probably have been convicted if you said something. But it was still rape.”

Knocking back the whiskey, he refreshed his glass again. “And Jesus, but this is getting heavier by the minute.” Setting the bottle down, he forced a grin. “So, uhm. How did you find out.m? About your, uh, ability?”
 
Embarrassment burned hot on her cheeks, and Claudia pushed herself away from the table to escape it. “Sorry for turning this conversation so heavy. I really had hoped we could have a low-key night in.” She cleared away the empty containers

“So, uhm. How did you find out.? About your, uh, ability?”

“You have to understand, when I pushed him, I wasn’t trying to throw him down the stairs. I just wanted him to get away from me. So, when I realized he was falling down an entire flight, I grabbed his hand. It didn’t help, not really, but I got a hold of his watch. I was still holding his watch when I hid in the bathroom, afterwards. Gripping it, I was still in complete shock over what happened, hardly believing any of it was real. “

“That was when it happened. I experienced his death again, but not from my own memories. I saw it through his eyes, saw myself as he flew through the air until he landed. He died instantly upon landing on his neck.”

She left out the masturbation and the mind-numbing orgasm that followed, because, as Joe said, things had gotten heavy, and she didn’t see a point in making it any worse. Instead, she pulled him out of his chair and up against her, taking a soft kiss form him lips. “Sorry, but uh, if you can’t handle me at my vindictive bitch worst, maybe you don’t deserve me at my deepthroating best.” She laughed and took a hungrier kiss this time, “Which I’d say you earned by now, if I haven’t scared you off…”
 
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” Joe protested. “I didn’t mean...”. But she was off, describing the accidental circumstances of her rapist boyfriend’s death and how she’d relived it. “Fuck,” he finally breathed. “That’s a hell of a thing to find out. Is it only death you can see, or...?”

She cut him off by pulling him up into an embrace and an affectionate kiss. “Sorry, but uh, if you can’t handle me at my vindictive bitch worst, maybe you don’t deserve me at my deepthroating best.”

“I think I can manage,” he leered.

She laughed and took a hungrier kiss this time, “Which I’d say you earned by now, if I haven’t scared you off…”

“Sure haven’t,” he replied, letting his hands drift to cup her rear, then flattening her body against his as his tongue teased her mouth open. She clung to him, moaning softly as he plundered the wet heat of her mouth. “But I’ve heard you’re seeing some asshole cop of a new boyfriend,” he added, squeezing her rear. “Aren’t you worried he might scare me off?”
 
MF Smut Scene: Joe and Claudia
  • Index
    • “Nope.” Claudia smirked up at Joe, and bit at his lip. “I’m worth a little risk, aren’t I? Isn’t it worth a little danger to fuck me long and hard?”

    Usually, Joe manhandled her, and fucked her sideways, and she got off hard. She loved the way he used her. But it wasn’t what she wanted tonight. Maybe it was the memories, awakening a resurgent rage in her. Maybe it was frustration at the killer, whose wealth and power had shielded him from punishment for far too long. Maybe it was a darkness inside her that reveled in her own strength, and using it against others. Whether it was, she was already fucking wet and hot and soaking her panties. And she wanted to be on top.

    She shoved Joe back onto her couch, hard enough to knock the air from his lungs on impact. “And if I’m not? I don’t fucking care. I am going to ride this fat cock anyway, until I cum.” Wild eyes met his as she jerked his pants away from his waist. God, was Joe enjoying this? She hoped so, but not enough to stop or slow down.

    With one hand on his chest, she held him firm, and the other stroked his dick. He was half hard already, and growing stiffer by the second, but not fast enough for her. So she swallowed his cock, moaning around his growing length. He swelled into her throat, and her spit dripped over the smooth skin. The hand on his chest kept him pinned to the couch while her lips and tongue worked his length, teasing the throbbing veins and bulges. Sucking him hard until he swelled further in her mouth, on the verge of orgasm, before stopping completely.

    “Nuh-uh. You don’t cum until after I do.” Grabbing his hand, she wrapped it around his cock. “Stroke it. Keep yourself hard. But don’t fucking cum. I still need to ride that dick.” She tore her shirt away, bra too and stood topless before him. Her eyes followed his fist, sliding up and down his steel hard shaft, and then trailed up his body to meet his eyes. Watching him watch her, as she slid her pants over her hips and ass and down her legs. “Tonight, you’re my fuck toy.”
     
  • Index
    • Joe drank in the sight of Claudia’s body as she stripped down, making a show of it for him. “Your fuck toy?” he leered, gripping his aching cock with his fist. “You gonna fuck yourself in this thick dick then?”

    He let his head roll back as he stroked his fist up and down his spit-slick shaft, groaning with desire. “Going to use this fat cock to get yourself off?” Another soft groan as he pulsed in his grip, and he licked his lips hungrily as her jeans and panties slid over her hips and down her long legs.

    He rolled his hips, thrusting up into his fist. “Fuck, I want to feel you fucking yourself on me.” As his hand slid upwards he caressed his head with his thumb, and then he grinned. “Why don’t you come to vet here and show me how much better I am than that asshole cop you’re dating?”
     
    Claudia wanted to tease Joe more, to leaving him waiting and wanting and desperately hard for her. But his word left her so wet, aching for his cock, her own patience was running thin. So she silenced Joe with a rough kiss, teeth as much as tongue, and sunk down his thick shaft.

    “Fuck,” she breathed, gripping his broad shoulders for balance. He flexed within her, that fat dick pressing into her quivering walls, and she lulled her head back in ecstasy. “Oh fuck.” The pressure inside her was intoxicating, the friction maddening, and she wanted more. Her hips rolled over his, pursuing her pleasure, and her thighs squeezed his each time she rose up.

    “Damn, I love this thick cock.” Her clit rubbed against his length the whole way down, and throbbing nipple rubbed against his shirt. She rose up higher on him, one hand shaking her hair out of her face. “Love fucking this thick cock. Love cumming on it.” Skin slapped on skin as she moved faster, hungry pussy swallowing his cock and squeezing him down. “Make me cum, Joe! Make me cum hard, so you can pump your load into me!”
     
    “Oh... oh fuck...”. The words clawed out of Joe’s throat as Claudia sank down him, hot and tight and wet, hungry for him. “Fuck... you feel... so fucking... good...”

    His hands slid over her bare back as he rose and sank in him, encouraging her as her body slid against his. “Show me,” he gasped, teeth leaving little red marks on her throat and shoulders. He bit harder and hungrier, desperate for the taste and feel of her. “Show me.., how much you... you love... fucking... this thick.... this thick... duck...”

    She sped up, taking him faster and harder, her nails biting into his shoulders as she grappled for leverage. “Make me cum, Joe! Make me cum hard, so you can pump your load into me!”

    He wanted to. He wanted to feel her climax on his length, hear her wanton and eager as he emptied himself into her. “Nuh-uh,” he croaked out, forcing himself to release her hips and grip the cushions of the couch. “I want... you... fucking yourself to... until... until you cum...”. His lips slid over hers, then captured her tongue and sucked insistently. “Milk my... my cum out... with that... that... tight... count...”
     
    Claudia snickered, and then gasped. “You know that’s why everyone thinks you’re an asshole. Because of shit like this?” Still, she was close, and the challenge in his voice inspired her to work harder, faster, clenching even tighter each time she rose up his length. Her breasts slapped at his chest, nipples aching from the agonizing pleasure.

    He flexed within her and she gasped out in ecstasy. “Okay, maybe not an asshole. But definitely a dick. A huge… fucking…. dick.” Climax broke through her playful teasing, erupting in heaving breaths and full body shudders. One hand clung desperately to his shoulders while her back arched. Slick, slippery muscles gripped his cock in a silken fist, rippling around his thick shaft, and in time with the pounding of her heart. Her hips didn’t stop, still chasing that paradise, chasing even more now while her world melted into bliss.

    “Cum!” she rasped out, head thrown back in utter rapture. “Fucking cum in me!” When she sunk back down, her mouth capture his, tongues tangled together as her orgasm peaked, seizing her as she seized him within her.
     
    “Everyone thinks I’m an asshole... because I’m an asshole.” His fingers dug into the cushions as he strained not to fill his hungry hands with her flesh. But he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips, meeting her motion with his own. “Fuck me.”

    Her response was a throaty chorus, heaping praise on his shaft as she fucked herself on him. The words became a long moan if pleasure as she climaxed, clenching around him with a velvet iron grip as she continued riding him hard. “Cum!” she rasped out, head thrown back in utter rapture. “Fucking cum in me!”

    His hands found her, sliding and squeezing over hips and rump as her tongue tangled with his. Muscles flexed as he moved her, fucking himself with her body, pumping her up and down his shaft as his hips rose and fell to meet her. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good on me,” he growled, biting her lip and slamming himself up into her. “You want this cum? You want me pumping hot cum in you?”

    The couch creaked and bounced as he thrust up and down, driving himself into her. His lips were in her mouth, her chin, her throat. “Fuck... Claudia...” he gasped out. “I... fuck... I... CLAUDIA!”

    Hard hands slammed her down as he drove into her, roaring out his pleasure as he pumped the first hot jet of cum into her. His hips rolled beneath her, cock pistoning up and down as he spent himself within her. “Oh, oh fuck,” he moaned, sinking back into the couch. His hands explored her, his lips gently touched hers. “I think you broke me.”

    -*-

    Another message dropped into the bedpage.com inbox, from a user identified as “Hard_Roxxx_69”.

    Up 4 2 @ once? Send pix & let’s party.
     
    “I think you broke me.”

    “Good,” Claudia huffed, and sagged against Joe’s shoulder. Bliss left her completely relaxed in his arms, heavy in a delightful way that left her without any motivation to move. The gentle caress of Joe’s hands added another reason to enjoy the moment, to bask in the afterglow.

    “This is nice,” she admitted, and the confession warmed her cheeks. God, that sounded dumb. But how also to describe the pleasant warmth that pooled in her mind and giddy excitement that fluttered in her gut. What else could explained the way she wanted to spend time with him, and not just with her legs wrapped around his waist. “I’m glad we’re together now. Whatever that means.”

    Shifting, she noticed the dark red marks she’d left on his shoulder, when they’d been wildly fucking. When she’d be close to orgasm, and merely using Joe as a hard cock to get off on. Minor guilt flushed within her, and she tried to sooth away the ache on him with gentle kisses upon the red marks. “You want to get in the shower together? Or get in the first one, and relax?”
     
    “I’m glad we’re together now. Whatever that means.”

    “Yeah.” Joe wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body nestled into his. “Yeah. This is nice.” He flexed his shoulders, feeling his skin ache where she’d but at him and dug her nails into him. The sting was kind of hot, really. As was the way her lips trailed over the marks.

    -*-

    Into girls? asked a bedpage.com message. Because I’m into curvy redheads.

    -*-

    “You want to get in the shower together?” she murmured into his shoulder. “Or get in the first one, and relax?”

    “Hm. Good question.” He grinned at her, and then gripped her rear with both hands. Standing up was harder than he’d expected, What with her weight and no leverage, but he made it to his feet. “The way I see it,” he laughed, holding onto her. “We’re together, right?” He staggered a little as he headed for the bathroom. “So, let’s both get a shower.”

    -*-

    You sound cool, another message read. Do you like older men? Because I like young women - I’ve got more in common with them in terms of musical and activism and social media and energy level than I do with anyone over 30. Would you like a “daddy” with experience?
     
    After a shower with Joe, nothing sounded better than collapsing into bed side him. Cuddling up, warm and sated, and settling down into sleep. But Claudia couldn’t fall asleep quite yet.

    As hard as it was to pull herself out of bed, her phone was still in the living room, and desperately needed charging. Plus, she might as well grab his overnight bag, and bring it to the bedroom. Save him the trouble of having to come into the living room bare ass naked in the morning. Even if she did enjoy the view.

    Claudia laughed to herself and hefted up the bag, unlocking her phone with the free hand. Several messages on bedpage.com caught her attention. Tempting her with bad decisions that felt so good.

    What was she doing? Negotiating hook ups with strangers while Joe lay asleep beside her? Joe really liked her, and she really liked him, and that was what scared her the most. Joe could hurt her far worse than Quinn did. To protect herself, she couldn’t commit to Joe, not completely.

    And hell, based on the game he initiated earlier tonight, maybe he’d even be into that? Whatever the case, it was justification enough to answer those messages.



    “If I claim my car is in the shop, how long do you think we can get away with carpooling to work?” Claudia pondered aloud, over the stove. She never claimed to be much of a cook, but eggs and bacon were pretty hard to mess up, so long as you didn’t burn them. Joe was stepping out of the bathroom now, half dressed in boxers and a wifebeater, with a freshly shaved face, and she greeted him with a cup of coffee. “God, this would all be so much easier if we could just openly date.”
     
    “A hell of a lot easier,” Joe agreed, accepting the coffee and kissing her quickly. Quickly, because if he lingered it was even odds they’d end up fucking hard in the floor. Which would make it really hard to make it in on time. “But why bother making excuses? Your place is on the way between my place and the precinct anyway, so it makes sense.” He shrugged. “Maybe we trade off, giving me an e cause to park here? Or maybe you stay at my place a few nights.” He drank half the mug. “Once I clean up, I mean.”

    Breakfast was nothing fancy, but it was solid and filling. The kind of thing he generally made for himself because it was easy. They made small talk over the meal, chatter that kept trying to drift into work topics because of who they were. “We really need to find something else to talk about,” he finally laughed. “We’re not getting overtime for this.”

    Finally, it was time to go. He followed Claudia down the hall and the stairs, wondering if he should be worried about the neighbors seeing him. Them. He was pretty sure they been overheard more than once, and it wouldn’t take them much time to put two and two together about him. Would it make things public? Would that be a bad thing? “Jesus,” he grumbled.

    “So,” he asked as they climbed into his car. “Wanna go see if we can get a few old frat boys to roll over?”
     
    “Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” Claudia agreed, settling into the passenger seat. “Were you planning on meeting with Kelly today?” They discussed strategy on the ride to work, and Claudia felt pretty confident about their plan.

    Once they got to the station, no one even commented on the fact they arrived together, sparing her the need to use her made up excuse. Despite feeling as if it should be obvious to everyone, no one seemed to notice. Or maybe they already figured the two of them were sleeping together, and didn’t care at all.

    The morning was spent chasing down their “persons of interest” and making follow-up appointments to meet. Claudia had been so engrossed in trying to pin down Kelly, she had nearly forgotten about the anonymous hook up she’d arranged until she looked at the clock and found it was already after 12.

    Shit, was she really going to go through with it? Maybe she should just ghost him. It wasn’t like she was hard up for sex. Hell, it probably wouldn’t take more than a flirty text to convince Joe drive them to some abandoned alley and fuck her good and hard.

    But hell, maybe Joe would be into the idea that she fucked some random dude before coming back to fuck him again. And maybe it was better to do this on her own accord, than to wait for Joe to surprise her by bringing a friend around for her to fuck.

    “Hey, I am going to meet with a POI, see if I can’t get something to use against Kelly,” she told Joe as she put on her jacket and sunglasses. “Should be back in an hour, hour and a half at most.”
     
    “Huh? What?” Joe put his phone down. “Sorry, I was on hold. What’s going on?”

    Claudia pulled on her jacket. “Hey, I am going to meet with a POI, see if I can’t get something to use against Kelly.”

    “Sounds good,” he replied. “I’ve actually scheduled an appointment with Kelly in about fifteen minutes, but do you need backup? I can reschedule.”

    She shook her head and put on her sunglasses. “Should be back in an hour, hour and a half at most.”

    “Sounds good. We can compare notes when we get back.” He checked his phone for the time. “Call me if you need backup, all right?” A voice crackled from the handset. “Shit! Good luck!”

    -*-

    The Sunset Motel was a seedy, run-down affair with two stories and a concrete walkway connecting exterior doors. A place Vice raised routinely, cracking down on drug deals and prostitution. The owner was probably getting kickbacks from all of it, but he and his attorney had managed to keep up the appearance of being uninvolved.

    Room 117, the final message on bedpage.com read. Knock twice.

    -*-

    Kelly’s place of work wasn’t a skyscraper downtown. It was an office park in the suburbs. An expensive office park, with manicured landscaping and brick and steel and glass buildings, and streams. The kind of place, in Joe’s opinion, that pretentious assholes worked.

    Pretentious entitled assholes with money. And this Matthew Kelly has all of that in spades.

    Joe took a last drag on his cigarette, slammed his car door, and deliberately tossed the butt into the grass. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
     
    MF Smut Scene: Claudia and random hook up
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    • Claudia sat in her car for a moment, giving herself one last chance to walk away. Fuck, this was dumb. Even if this guy wasn’t some sort of sadistic psycho who might rape and/or murder her, would the sex even be worth the risk?

    In the end, she settled on turning on location tracking on her phone, and slipping her gun into her purse. If she couldn’t defend herself with it, at least authorities would know where to start looking for her. She knocked twice, and her hook up answered immediately.

    “Oh shit,” he said, upon answering. He lingered in the doorway, his leer taking in her figure. Finally, after she cleared her throat, he moved aside just enough to let her in, forcing her to rub up against him as she did. “Tits and ass on a white girl? Dayum.”

    “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t blow your load too fast, alright?” She hung up her jacket on a hook and worked open the buttons on her blouse. He loomed closer, and came in for a kiss, but she pushed him back. “Nah, none of that. Just sex.”

    He snickered, “Fuck it, if that’s what you want…” His pants came down as her did, and his cock sprung out. Already hard, veiny and thick, it looked just like the pic he’d sent.

    He circled around behind her, chest against her back, and filled his hands with her breasts. She kept her bra and panties on, but let him pull down the cups to tease her nipples. His hard cock prodded her ass, and she teased him just a bit by grinding back against him. “So, how do you want to do this?”

    He didn’t answer, but shoved her down on the bed, knees hitting the floor hard. Before the instinct to protect herself could even kick in, he held her head into the mattress, and pulled her panties aside with his free hand. His head rubbed her lips, and even brushed against her clit, before pushing into her slit. He drove past the resistance of flesh, slamming balls deep into her tight channel. She gasped out and he groaned, grinding himself against her far barrier.

    “Like that, slut?” He pulled out nearly all the way, and shoved it back in her, pinning her body to the bed with his. “Like all that dick up in you?”

    “Yeah,” she moaned, gripping the blanket with white knuckles. Another stroke drove the air from her lungs, and made her even wetter and hotter. Desperate breaths accompanied her cries, countered to the slap of skin on skin.

    “Good, ‘cuz Imma wreck your fucking pussy. Leave your ass limpin’”
     
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    • He gripped her shoulder, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her back into his meat with each thrust. “Fuck you’re tight,” he laughed. “Tight little white bitch like you must not get enough dick.” His hips and stomach slammed into her ass, slamming his blunt head against her cervix. “Like that, don’t you? Gonna get off on getting fucked rough and bareback? Gonna get off on this nigger busting a nut in your tight little white cunt?”

    Releasing her shoulder, he shoved her up further on the bed. “Get that ass in the air,” he growled, kneeling behind her and gripping her hips. “Why don’t you fuck my black dick?” One hand slapped her ass, the sharp crack filling the air. “Fuck it like you want my cum in you, you hear?” He slapped her ass again, then grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. “Fuck my dick like the little white slut you are.”

    His thighs and hips worked, driving him into her as she rocked back against him. His own grunts and gasps were audible in time with hers, louder even than the slap of flesh on wet flesh and the creaking of mattress springs. Suddenly he gripped her hips with both hands and shoved, pulling his meat completely from her. Then his hands were on her shoulders and neck, pulling him around to face him.

    “Not yet,” he growled. His thick ebon meat bobbed before her face in time with his pulse. It glistened with her hives, thick and slick. He rolled his hips, smearing her mouth with her own lust. “Suck it off. Show me how much you want this dick.”
     
    Claudia opened her mouth, drawing out the moment by teasing and licking his shaft. He wasn’t having it, however, and forced her lips around the bulbous head of his cock. Strong fingers fisted in her hair, moving her down his length.

    Inch by inch, his thick cock filled her mouth, and then throat. More and more he took, fucking her face with the same demanding hunger he’d shown before. All she could do was focus on her breathing, and try not to choke on his swollen length, but before long, even that was a struggle.

    Finally, he released her, letting his cock slip from her throat and lips. While she coughed and gasped and drew desperate air into her lungs, he shoved her back on the bed, and slammed his cock deep into her. Balls deep after the first thrust, he pinned her beneath his weight, and held her down by her shoulders. It only took the more bruising strokes for him to bottom out in her, and pump his cum into her in thick jets.

    Once he caught his breath, her hook climbed off her, and cleaned himself off with one of the towels provided by the hotel. She lay there a few heartbeats longer, staring up at the ceiling.

    “Damn, we oughtta do this again. Let me try out that ass of yours.”

    “Maybe,” she murmured, not bothering to look at him. He lingered a moment longer, but then dressed and left without another word.

    Fuck, she was a whore. Nothing but a whore. She didn’t deserve Joe, or happiness. She deserved this, to be used and discarded by various men. She deserved to be raped and murdered, like the crimes she investigated.

    That intrusive thought shocked Claudia, but she couldn’t shake it. It followed her into the shower, and clung to the back of her mind as she scrubbed herself clean.
     
    “I appreciate you making the time, Mr. Kelly,” Joe said, shaking the man’s hand. He was big, bigger than he looked the photographs, and his handshake was firm. None of that alpha male crushing grip bullshit. Matthew Kelly looked and acted like a man who didn’t need to prove he was top dog.

    “Not at all, Detective Nassir. I’m always happy to assist the police.” Kelly smiled briefly, waiting for Joe to take a seat. “I said as much to Jacob at dinner last week.”

    Joe carefully sat in the thickly padded leather chair, aware that it probably cost more than his car. He didn’t let himself react to the casual mention of Police Commissioner Jacob Watkins, either. Kelly took a seat as well, leaning back slightly. “Now. How may I be of assistance?”

    “Well, this is probably a routine matter,” Joe remarked, withdrawing a notebook from his breast pocket, “but I’m hoping you can assist me with an investigation. How well do you know a...” he made a show of checking his notebook. “A Mr. Ewan Downing?”

    “A business acquaintance, mostly,” Kelly replied. “We serve together on the Board for Christ Hospital, and we’ve golfed together on occasion. May I ask why?”

    Joe scribbled a note. “He’s a person of interest, circumstantially.”

    “Circumstantially?”

    “Yeah. He rented a vehicle that was used in the commission of a crime, around the same time he rented it.” He looked up, catching Kelly’s impassive gaze. “So we have to consider him..,”

    “A suspect.” Kelly’s chuckle was dry. “Downing’s a shark, but if you’re looking for my opinion then I don’t think he’s a criminal. Unless cheating in golf is a crime.” Another dry chuckle.

    “He’s not our prime suspect,” Joe replied, making another note. “But, given the circumstances...”

    “No, no, I understand.” Kelly leaned forward slightly. “But surely you had another question?”

    “Yes.” Joe checked the notebook again. “Where were you on the night of the 17th? From...” he peered at the times he already knew by heart. “11 pm until 2 am?”

    “What? Why?” Kelly sounded almost... amused.

    “I’ll be happy to explain, but I’d like you to answer the question first.” Joe waited expectantly.

    Kelly produced a hard-bound personal planner, and flipped through the pages. “The 17th? Ah, yes. My wife and I had attended a performance of The Lion King, and then a late dinner at Blake’s - atop the Hilton. We stayed the night as well.” He hesitated. “Ewan and his partner joined us. For dinner, I mean.”

    “A little bit more than just a fellow Board member, then?” Joe asked.

    “For someone in my line of work, the distinction between personal and business blurs. I’m sure you understand - I imagine that long term partners become quite close.”

    Joe looked back up, not liking the predatory gleam in Kelly’s eye. “Yeah. It’s hard not to, when you spend a lot of time together.”

    “Ah!” Kelly laughed. “Then the movies weren’t wrong. But, did you have other questions for me?”

    “Not right now,” Joe replied, ticking the notebook away and rising. He shook Kelly’s hand again. “Thank you for your time.”

    “And thank you for your service to the community, Detective Nassir,” Kelly replied. “If There is anything more I can do to help you and Detective Ross, just come find me.”
     
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