I said "One other thing, Myron: have Teddy Parker work with you and Mary. Teddy, I want you to look at the videotapes again, everything we've got, all of it. See if any other persons came into the Hotel around the time the happy couple and their cabbie did... I have a feeling we should not limit our inquiries to just those people we know of so far..."
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Back in my office, Cindy said "Commander, I didn't want to say this in front of everyone else, but if you want discretion in interviews, I would not recommend sending Detective Rose. She plays 'bad cop' to other Detectives' 'good cop' routines, and she can be abrasive."
"Yeah, I realized that when you said you'd talk to me privately." I replied. "So tell me, what do you think of Rose overall?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong about her; I think she has a lot of potential, and she works hard." Cindy said. "But she's not exactly Martin Nash in the demeanor department." I laughed at that one; Cindy had a better sense of humor than she tended to show to the world, and sometimes it slipped out, like just now.
"All right, who do you want to send?" I asked. "Don't say yourself, either."
"I was thinking of reaching into Vice and pulling out Joanne Cummings for a few hours." said Cindy.
"No-oooooooo." I said. "Joanne is a good officer, but these ladies are interviewing women and men that knew the Langs at sex parties. Joanne is a, shall we say, 'practicing' Christian."
"All the more reason to send her." Cindy said. "She needs to see this side of what we do in our work." I couldn't argue with that, telling Cindy to coordinate with Teresa Croyle, and then have Claire work with Joanne on keeping her facial expressions straight and unrevealing. I did not need for my Detectives to look openly shocked at what they were going to hear this night...
Part 5 - Cab Fare
"Commander," said Martin Nash as we approached the garage of University Cab Service, "these guys said they didn't make any pickups of a wedding party..."
"Yes, they did say that." I said. "And I believe them, too. Almost as much as I believe in the tooth fairy. So let's go chat with them."
We went into the garage and to the dispatcher's cubicle. It was 4:10pm. The dispatcher was a balding older man, tall, and had seen some tough times in his life. He wore coveralls; he was a mechanic as well as the dispatcher.
"Whaddya want?... Officer?" he said, letting us know he was seeing through our plainclothes. Our badges were on our belts, though, not hard to see.
"What time does your evening shift start, Dispatcher?" I asked.
"It just did." the man said.
"Can you assemble everyone here?" I asked. "It'll save time and we can get out of your way faster."
The dispatcher didn't look happy about it, but he got on the megaphone and radio and called every man to the dispatch booth. Soon we had eight guys in a group.
Per my previous instructions, Martin Nash held up the DMV photos of Diane and Larry Lang and asked "Did anyone pick up either of these people last night? Or have any of you ever seen either of them?"
None of the cabbies said anything. I was looking over all of them, seeing what I wanted to see in one of them.
"You." I said, pointing to a man near the back of the group. He was in his forties, shorter than the dispatcher, more hair on the sides of his head than the top. He looked like he'd once had a very muscular frame; he was still in decent shape.
"Me?" the guy said. "I don't know nuthin'." He was lying; I'd already seen it in his eyes.
"You're not in trouble, buddy." I said. "I just want to talk to you. Dispatcher, any place I can talk to 'Frankie' here privately for a minute?" I had seen his name on his uniform cabbie shirt.
"Back in the corner." said the Dispatcher. "There's a small storeroom back there. Hey Frankie, you have a right to a lawyer, y'know."
"Yes, he does." I said, "But he's not in trouble, so I hope you'll have a word with me, Frankie." Frankie came with me and Nash to the back room. Once inside, I wasted no time.
"Okay, Frankie." I said. "I want you to be straight with me. I suspect you've seen these people, maybe her in a wedding gown... they picked you up, took you to a hotel, you had sex with them, or at least her..."
Frankie looked frightened. "How the hell you know that?" he asked, his voice a whisper.
"Because I'm good at my job, like you're good at yours." I said. "Look, just tell me the story, and you can go back to work. Did you see this woman last night?"
"No, it... it wasn't last night." said Frankie. "It was a couple of months ago. It was as you said, they were a bride and groom, and I picked them up in front of the Chop House Restaurant." That was one of the finer steakhouses in Town; Laura and I had gone there with Melina and Daniel a few times, and also with the Chief and his wife.
"Wedding party?" I asked.
"Yeah, she still had her white dress on, and he had a tux." Frankie said. "They got in my cab, told me to drive around. I did, and all the while they was kissing and fooling around. Then they asked me if I wanted to party with them. I said sure, what the heck, and they had me drive to the Sunrise Hotel, south of Town."
"I know the place." I said. "So what happened?"
"Well, they asked me to help bring their luggage in, but it was just one little bag they'd been carrying. When I got to the room, he says he's going to get ice for drinks, and she starts coming on to me. I figured what was up and asked her to level with me. She admitted that she and her husband were doing it as some kind of game, and they'd been married for years and were swingers. Then she pops right out of her wedding dress and is standing there naked in front of me."
"Well, Officer," Frankie continued, "as you can see, she was a hot babe. Next thing I know, she's blowing me. Her husband comes back, tells me to fuck her while he watches, so I do. Then he bangs her, then I bang her again while she sucks him off. Good clean fun, you know?"
"Sure, no problem with any of that." I said agreeably. "Any ideas what their names were?"
"Yeah, she said her name was Diane." Frankie said. "I don't remember the other guy's name... Larry, maybe? Kind of a dull name for a good looking guy like him. They were like a 'Ken and Barbie' cute couple, you know? Too good looking by half, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. Let me ask this." I said. "When she got naked, did the dress just fall off of her, like?"
"Yeah, like it came apart at the seams." Frankie said.
"And she did this before giving you head?" I inquired.
"Yeah, that's right." Frankie said.
"And this happened two months ago?" I asked, to confirm. Frankie affirmed, then I asked, "Did they give you any way of contacting them again?"
"Naw, they just gave me a couple hundred bucks for the cab fare, then I left." Frankie said. "I never saw 'em again, until just now when you guys showed us those pictures of them."
"Have you heard any other cabbie telling a story like that?" I asked. "Or maybe some guy at a bar telling it like a tall fish tale?"
Frankie laughed. "Naw, I was the one telling the story, and half the guys didn't believe me. Nobody said 'That happened to me, too!', so I guess I was the lucky one."
"Martin, you get all that?" I asked. Martin had been jotting down the interview, and I asked Frankie to sign it as an affidavit, which he did.
"Okay, Frankie," I said, "here's my card. If you see either of them again, or if they contact you, give me a call. They're witnesses to a case I'm working on. Thanks for your help, too."
We went to the other cab companies, but none of the cabbies present had ever seen the Langs. That didn't mean that someone who wasn't there hadn't gotten lucky with them.
"So, Martin," I asked as we drove back to the Police Station in my SUV, "what did you think of Frankie's story?"
"Nothing like that ever happens to me when I'm driving around." said Martin.
"Har!" I said. "You and Sandra could work on that... but seriously, what are your impressions of it pertaining to the case?"
"Sounds like what happened with Frankie is what Diane intended for the cabbie that picked up her and her 'groom' the other night... but she ended up dead instead." Nash said. "I guess that's why you had me hold up a picture of Larry instead of the groom from the other night? To find this cabbie who had a previous encounter with the Langs?"
"Yep." I said. "Also, there was one more difference between the 'encounters', as you so correctly used the word: Frankie said the woman stripped before she started up with him... but she had her wedding dress on when she gave a guy head and he came in her mouth on the night she was killed. May not mean anything, but it could be a clue..."
Part 6 - Politics of Personal Destruction
"Your polls have dropped, Ms. Woodburn." said Katherine Woodburn's campaign staffer. "You were up 50-45, but now it's 46-47 against you. Yes, within the margin of error, but still a problem." It was the late afternoon of October 10th.
"Why the drop?" Katherine Woodburn asked sharply.
"The Iron Crowbar, Ms. Woodburn." said the staffer. "You have to stop the attacks on Commander Troy and the Police Force."
"Why?" Katherine Woodburn asked coldly. "My constituents need to know what I'm defending them against."
"That's the problem, Ms. Woodburn." said the staffer. "The People are solidly behind Commander Troy and the Police, even a majority of Blacks and our other base constituencies. The People don't feel that the Police here are corrupt, especially with the Commander in charge, and they don't feel they need protecting from the cops by you. You might get traction complaining about the Coltrane County and Buford Police Forces, but not here."
"Ma'am," said the Queen of Opposition Research, who had joined Katherine's campaign after Nathan Allen had died, "let me put it this way: get elected first, and then you can destroy that prick the Iron Crowbar and his Gestapo Police. But you have to get elected first, ma'am."
Katherine sighed. "I see your point. Okay, okay. I'll back off if you think it's hurting my polls. So what's next?"
"You have an interview with Priya Ajmani in ten minutes, ma'am." said another staffer. "Tomorrow you'll speak to the Ladies Auxiliary at their luncheon, then to the Nextdoor County Ladies Auxiliary in the afternoon."
"Jesus, the things I have to do to attain power." said Woodburn. "Okay, bring Priya on in here without her cameraman; I want to talk to her off the record before the interview begins."
The lovely Indian reporterette was ushered into the office, and everyone else left. "Hello, Priya." said Katherine. "Before we begin, these comments are off the record. I want to lay groundwork for our interview. Unfortunately, I've been told that it hurts my polls if I speak the truth about the Iron Crowbar and his filthy cops, so we're going to have to back off that, for now."
"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that." Priya said sweetly. "I was building up a story on why he hasn't been formally investigated for his alleged uses of his crowbar on Sergei Molotov and especially Bryan Thatcher."
"You can do the piece on Thatcher's behalf without me." Katherine said, as if she were still the editor and the power behind a television news organization. "And after I win and become this district's State Senator, you and I are going to dig so far up the Iron Crowbar's ass, he'll be crying for his mother."
Priya giggled. Katherine suggested Priya bring in the cameraman so that the interview could begin...
Part 7 - Mothers And Sons
The young stud slammed his huge meat balls-deep into the tight, sopping wet cunt beneath him. Both lovers groaned as he began whipsawing his hard, muscular ass, driving his cock in and out of her cunthole with loud, wet squishes.
"Ohhhh, God, Mom, that is one smoking hot cunt!" Todd gasped as he began driving in and out of his mother Elizabeth's pussy with raw, joyful abandon. "God, it's been too fucking long since we've fucked like this."
"Yeah, son, we've got a lot of lost time to make up for." gasped Elizabeth, pulling her legs up and back to allow her hung son to really piledrive his ten inch meat into her with raw, youthful, male power.
"God, I love it when you wear your glasses, Mom." Todd gasped, looking into his mother's attractive face. "You look so fucking beautiful, Mom!" He leaned over and slammed his mouth into hers, driving his tongue halfway down his mother's throat. Elizabeth sucked hard on his tongue, trying to suck the air out of his lungs, it seemed. She loved kissing her handsome, hung son this way. She remembered how it was when Todd was younger and more youthful...
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Unbeknownst to each other, there were two incestuous matings happening simultaneously, adding to the sexual energy of the Universe.
"Honey, you've been very patient in waiting for me to heal up." my wife Laura said to me after dinner. It had been delicious, and when Laura slipped me a 'gray viagra', I knew that I was in for a hot night. The kids were put to bed and the baby monitors were on.
"Since you've been such a good boy," my wife said, "I've arranged for all of us to have a very hot evening." Laura was referring to my mother Phyllis, who was in the room with us. Mom was looking very good: her platinum silver-gray hair (colored even more silver) fell straight to her shoulders with just an inward curl at the end, framing her very pretty face perfectly. Her body was voluptuous, but toned by exercise; her legs were curvy but firm, and her personal trainer Cindy Ross had made sure she exercised her hands and feet to accentuate their elegant exquisiteness.
In addition, Phyllis was wearing very high heel clear lucite slides with a clear plastic strap, not platforms (I didn't like platform heels as much as just plain high heel slides), and as my mother pranced in front of me, showing off her body in the tight, clingy salmon-pink dress, the heels really made her feet, calves, thighs and ass even more shapely. I didn't need the gray viagra to get a massive, throbbing hard-on.
Laura was also smoking hot. Her sexy feet were a couple of sizes larger than my mom's, and she was also wearing clear lucite high heel slides, knowing that it made me horny as hell to see her wearing them. Laura was wearing an off-white dress, as well, but would not be wearing it for much longer this evening.
It wasn't like I'd abstained from sex while Laura was healing from her hysterectomy six weeks before. I'd fucked my lover Molly, who was by now heavily pregnant with my child, and I'd enjoyed two hot interracial sex sessions with ADA Paulina Patterson, and one steaming hot all-nighter at The Cabin with the lovely Bettina Wurtzburg... and all of it at my wife's bidding. Laura enjoyed hearing about my sex with other women as much as I liked hearing her talk about her encounters with the young, well hung studs she dated from time to time. Some people don't understand that, but we have an open, honest marriage based upon love and trust, and sex with others just seems to enhance what Laura and I have.
"Why don't you get naked and lie down on the floor, honey." Laura said. We'd spread a sheet on the living room floor. I stood up and let both women strip me naked, then lay down on the sheet. Laura slid between my legs, lying on her belly as she took my throbbing meat in her hand and slid her mouth over the top. She teased me with her tongue before engulfing my shaft into her warm, wet mouth.
Meanwhile, my mother did a striptease of her dress, then eased over my head, her back towards my cock and Laura's beautiful face that was stuffed with my meat. Phyllis lowered her pussy lips to just above my mouth. I began licking my mother's sopping wet quim, making the hot mature woman moan with pleasure. Soon my tongue was buried in my mother's cunthole, her labes pressed against my face as my wife voraciously sucked my cock.
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"Oh Mom, I'm getting close." Todd moaned as he steadily and relentlessly jackhammered his ten inch cock in and out of his mother's stretched, sodden hole. "Where do you want it, Mom?"
"In my pussy, son!" Elizabeth cried out, still gasping after three hard orgasms had crashed through her as the result of her son's powerful fucking. "I can still get pregnant, Todd! Come inside me, put a bun in your own mother's oven, stud!"
"Oh God, Mom..." Todd moaned, the thought of impregnating his mother, one of the nastiest, hottest things he could think of to do, filling his head. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna knock you up, Mom! I'm going to fucking impregnate you! Unnhh... "UNNNNH!"
Todd gasped out as his cock seemed to explode. Thick ropes of hot jism fired into his mother's pussy as he shuddered, making sure not to sink his cock too far into her and leave no room for the hundreds of millions of sperm he was pumping into Elizabeth as he climaxed. Finally he was spent and, gasping, he slid his meat out of his mother's snatch and collapsed on the bed.
Elizabeth wasted no time diving down and sucking her son's big cock as it began becoming flaccid, cleaning it of the rich mixture of their combined juices. Then she drank some champagne that they'd been sharing before making love, and settled down next to Todd.
They were lying like 'spoons', her lovely ass pressing into her son's groin and abdomen as they lay on their right sides. Elizabeth pressed her back into Todd's chest as he began kissing and nibbling her ear and neck.
"That was great, baby." Elizabeth said. "I've really missed your big cock. Especially after getting fucked by it so much before you went away to college."
"Yeah." Todd said. "Remember how Ned was so fucking jealous because I was fucking you whenever I wanted, but you would never give him any?"
"Mmmmmm, oh yes, dear." Elizabeth replied. "And I would laugh to myself when you'd brag into his face how you were fucking me and coming inside me while he wasn't good enough to have me."
"I still wish I'd been the one to kill that piece of shit." Todd said. "Uncle Don was the lucky one to be able to arrange that."
"Oh, don't think of it that way, honey." Elizabeth said. "My baby brother let your stepmother take care of that trash, but you are the man enjoying my pussy right now, baby. And Ned is lying in a grave while you're enjoying my pussy... all... you... want..." With that, the lovely mother reached her left arm up and pulled her son's head to her, turning her head so that she could share a deep, wet kiss with Todd. Their kiss ignited Todd's loins, and he felt himself getting hard again.
Still kissing, Todd maneuvered to be on top of his mother again. She reached down and guided his size into her, and soon they were copulating again in a deep, steady rhythm...
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"Unnnnh..." I moaned. "God, Mom, you are so fucking sexy! I love your sexy fucking feet!" I was mounted on my mother, driving my cock in and out of her in the missionary position, her legs hooked under my arms as I fucked her. She was nearly bent double her feet draped over my shoulders. I'd been turning my head, kissing and sucking on one foot, then the other, especially around her heels, which she claimed that she liked.
Laura had been watching us, frigging her clitoris until it was distended and swollen. Then she came around to where our heads were. Since I was much taller than my mother, Laura could sit behind Mom's head and rest her high-heeled feet on the floor, and I could lean over and kiss and lick the tops of my wife's sexy feet. Laura also teased me by taking one foot then the other out of her slides and letting me suck her toes, kiss my way down her insteps, and suck on her fine heels.
Finally, I could take no more of this intense stimulation. I slid my hands down my mother's body, taking her luscious asscheeks in my hands, and I began fucking the living hell out of her. I pounded my mother furiously until the deeply painful ecstasy of my climax approached.
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