Disobedience & Consequences

"That's bullshit! It was clearly him!" Katrine Vogel argued in frustration, the anger in her voice is evident.

"His alibi checked out. It was confirmed by four other guys who were present at the party." Simon replied.

Katrine sensed remorse, or rather, the sound of someone who has given up in the voice of the senior detective.

"Come on, Simon. Even you can't buy this bullshit! We got him, we got the son of a bitch!" Katrine pleaded even more.

Simon sighed. He knew how youngsters nowadays are impatient. They seek glory, they want to make a name for themselves.

Katrine was a smart woman. She graduated at top of her class and Simon had no doubts that she would reach higher places in a few years. But she was still lacking in experience -- at least for now.

With 3 years left before his retirement, Simon was glad when the new detective was assigned to be under his wing. The younger men of the Force envied his partnership with the beautiful young detective.

Katrine's hot-headedness and impatience are rubbing on Simon. He wanted to pursue this case -- and this case being shelved raised some suspicions.

"Look kid, I know how you feel. We need to let Nestor go for lack of evidence. But I'm on the same page as you. To bring Nestor back we need more solid evidence, but for now, take a break. I'm as frustrated as you in this."

Katrine watched him wear his jacket as he started to leave. He glanced at her, and she noticed a hint of frustration or even anger in Simon's eyes. Katrine sighed in resignation.

She watched Simon go out of the police HQ doors, then she started walking to the Chief's office.

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Henrik Anders' stomach growled. It's already ten minutes before five. He started gathering his things when he heard a knock on the door.

He looked into his office's glass door and saw Katrine Vogel. He signaled for her to come in.

"Make it quick, Vogel. I'm starving, and my wife is waiting for me."

"Sir, we cannot let Nestor go. The surveillance video clearly showe--"

Anders cut her off. "Look, Vogel. Nestor's alibi was solid. It wasn't him so he's free to go."

"But--"

"Let it go, Vogel," Anders replied in a loud voice, asserting his authority. "Nestor was cleared, and you are not to harass him, or do something that I would have to clean your mess up. Is that understood?" He looked at Katrine straight in the eye with a stern look on his face.

Katrine said nothing.

"Is that understood, detective Vogel?" He repeated.

"Understood, sir," Katrine replied in resignation.

"You can show yourself out now, Vogel."

He watched Katrine turn around and walk to the door. 'What a troublesome, young lady.' Anders thought to himself.

Over-eager detectives like her give Henrik Anders headaches.

"Why can't she just simply follow orders?" He muttered softly to himself.

He watched the young woman walk to the door. 'Katrine Vogel, a pain in the ass, but a beautiful and curvaceous woman.' Anders thought.

His eyes fixated on her shapely ass as she walked gracefully to the door. He felt an erection growing when he saw the panty lines on her pants.

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''That lazy, fat bastard!" Katrine growled in anger when she was finally alone in the HQ.

She threw herself on her chair, making it creak as her weight fell on it.

She put her hands on her face and made angry noises.

'Solid alibi?! The person on the surveillance camera was Nestor! She shot that guy point-blank and left as if nothing happened!' Katrine thought.

She sat on her chair for a little longer, then an idea popped into her.

"Fuck Anders. And to hell with Simon. I'll follow Nestor and give them all the evidence they want."

Despite the orders of her superiors, Katrine Vogel gathered her things, started her car, and disobeyed protocol and orders.

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The day Nestor was arrested, it was Katrine who found the surveillance camera footage that showed Nestor shooting the bar owner. She got a copy of the video into her phone and sent it to Simon who immediately arrested Nestor.

It was pure luck that Katrine was not present during the arrest and interrogation of Nestor. Nestor doesn't know her and it was this advantage that Katrine used to secretly gather evidence against Nestor despite Anders' and Simon's orders.

When he was questioned, Nestor's alibi was he was attending a business party at the Serenity Hotel and Resort. His itinerary was confiscated by the police and Katrine happened to take a picture of its contents.

She knew that Nestor had another beach party at Serenity again tonight.

'I know where to find the bastard.' She thought to herself as she drove her car past Serenity's gate.

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Katrine stopped her car and saw a valet approach her. She got out of her car and gave the keys to the valet. She noticed him staring at her with a confused look in his eyes.

She paid him no attention and walked directly to the reception.

The concierge smiled at her when she approached the reception lobby.

"Welcome to Serenity. May I help you?" The plain-looking concierge asked her.

"I'll take a room for the night," Katrine replied.

The concierge looked at her, judging her plain white shirt, and jeans.

"I'm sorry, but Serenity is a members-only hotel." The concierge replied with a smile.

Katrine was irritated by the fake smile. 'Shit. This is bad.' Katrine thought.

She grunted in frustration. It was this, or go home like a dog with her tail between her legs.

'Once I find evidence against Nestor, then I can shove my achievement down Anders' and Simon's throats.' Katrine decided that hesitation will only lead to failure, so she took her badge out of her pocket and showed it to the concierge.

"Look, I'm a detective and I have probable cause that one of your guests is a suspect in a murder case. Just let me in, and there will be no trouble."

The concierge gave a confused look. She paused for a while, then grabbed the telephone.

"Could you wait for a moment please, detective?"

"Go ahead," Katrine replied.

Katrine can barely hear what the concierge is saying. Eventually, she put down the telephone and looked at her.

"I spoke with the manager. He apologizes for being unable to go down here, but you can now go in, detective. Is there anything I can help you with?"

'Yes! Watch me solve this case, Simon.' Katrine thought to herself. She can already see the faces of her superiors once she brings Nestor back for questioning and convicts him for murder.

Katrine suppressed her smile of victory and tapped her finger on the reception desk.

"Could you please tell me where Malcolm Nestor is?"

Katrine saw the concierge jolt for a brief moment. "Sure."

The concierge took out the guest book and scanned the pages. "Mr. Nestor is at Havana, the restaurant & bar by the shore."

"Thank you," Katrine replied and left.

The concierge waited until the detective was out of sight, then picked up the phone and dialed the manager.

"You were right, sir. She is here for Mr. Nestor."

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Katrine walked to the hotel and she was overwhelmed by the luxurious decorations. The guests were evidently rich. She eventually reached Serenity's beach and she was aware that she was standing out like a sore thumb among the guests. All guests were in their swimwear.

"I couldn't come in here wearing this." She muttered under her breath. She scanned her surroundings and on the opposite side of the beach, she found a souvenir shop.

She walked inside and she rejoiced when she found what she was looking for.

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Katrine Vogel emerged from the changing room in her red bikini.

She sauntered on the beach, her blonde hair flying softly with the gentle ocean breeze.

Wherever she walked she turned her eyes towards her. Her bikini-clad body emphasized her curves, and she was evidently aware of the attention she was getting.

She walked towards Havana and sat at a table outside the bar.

She noticed that Havana is located on the far end of the beach. Lesser crowds are here.

'So this is where business happens' Katrine thought. She inspected her surroundings. Albeit the beach attire, the people on this side of the resort look businesslike.

Everyone was speaking in gentle voices, and the looks on their faces are serious.

She scanned the area and on the table near the beachside bar, she saw Nestor sitting with someone. He was wearing a buttoned shirt with a floral pattern.

Katrine couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the notorious criminal in beach attire.

Katrine's heart skipped a beat when she recognized the person Nestor was talking to was the city mayor.

Katrine watched them from her table as they spoke discreetly. Eventually, the mayor left the table.

She watched Nestor carefully. He was sitting down, probably enjoying the view when something caught his attention

He reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone. Katrine was frustrated because the conversation Nestor was having was inaudible.

The phone call did not last long. After he placed his phone back in his pocket, Nestor emptied his drink.

Katrine finally found her opportunity. 'Watch me solve this case, Anders. I'll savor the dumbfounded look on your face when I put this man behind bars.'

Katrine Vogel left her table and walked gracefully towards the bar. The men around her ogled her beautiful body, and Nestor was no exception.

Katrine sat on the empty barstool. She placed her elbows on the bar counter and pretended to choose a drink.

At the farthest corner of her vision, she saw Nestor stand up. Katrine smiled discreetly when Nestor sat beside her.

"Can I buy the pretty lady a drink?" Nestor asked her, his eyes running up and down her body.

Katrine faced him and gave a seductive smile. "Does the moon shine brightly tonight?"

Nestor laughed. "What are you having?"

She nodded to his empty glass. "Whatever you're having," she said.

His grin widened, and he raised a hand to summon the bartender. "The same again," he ordered. "And one for the lady."

Nestor grabbed his drink as the bartender held it out.

"So," Nestor began, his eyes roaming all over Katrine's body. "why is a woman with your beauty drinking alone tonight?"

Katrine laughed and accepted her drink. She took a deep breath and eased her shoulders back to press her perfectly round, bra-clad breasts forward. She smiled quietly to herself upon seeing his eyes dart to her bust.

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Anders gave a long yawn as he sat on his sofa and turned on the wide-screen TV after eating a hearty meal his wife prepared for him.

He scanned through the channels when his phone vibrated inside his pocket.

He took it out and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the caller ID.

Anders pressed 'Accept' and placed the phone against his ear.

"What the hell am I paying you for if you cannot do the simplest job I asked you to do today?" Nestor said on the phone coldly.

Nestor never shouted. Angry or not, his emotionless way of speaking is what makes him intimidating and it is because of this that Anders swallowed out of fear.

"Wh-what do you mean?

"Let me tell you a story, Henrik." Nestor began. "I was questioned earlier today. The police got hold of the security footage of me shooting Frank. The others have done their part saying I was with them at the party at the time the shooting happened. But one person did not do his job."

Anders' hand was shaking while waiting for Nestor to continue.

"Here's the question, Henrik," Nestor said calmly. "If lack of evidence was enough to get me off the hook, then could you kindly tell me why the pretty detective from your unit followed me to the Serenity?"

'The goddamn bitch!" Anders thought. "I shelved the case, Nestor. She....I'll fix this."

"You better do, or you'll end up just like Frank," Nestor said.

Anders couldn't help but think about Katrine. "Did you kill her?" He asked.

"Did you take me for some fool, Henrik?" Nestor said coldly. "Of course, I didn't. I already took care of her. Don't worry, you won't have another dead cop today. I'll just teach her a few lessons." Nestor paused, then continued, "Next time, control your people, or you'll end up like Frank." Nestor said then hung up.

"The fucking bitch!!!" Anders screamed so loudly his wife dropped a plate.

"I'm sorry, honey. Let me take a bit of fresh air." He said to his wife and went out to the patio. He pulled his phone out and dialed Simon's number.

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Simon Waaler threw out his cigarette after the chief grilled him on Katrine's insubordination. Simon's suspicions of Anders being a dirty cop were scaring Simon. 'What if he's under Nestor's paycheck?'

Simon could not retire in peace if the police force he loves so much is being controlled by one of the city's notorious gangsters.

He took a deep breath and dialed Katrine's number. The line kept ringing and eventually, his call went to voice mail. "Where are you, kid?"

Simon was starting to feel fear. Whatever happens to Katrine is his responsibility.

He tried to call her again and there was still no answer.

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Eli Jackson's job was boring according to his friends, but they don't know what his real job is - to be in charge of the reception desk of Agoura, Serenity's most expensive hotel building and reserved only for the most important people in the city -- politicians, businessmen, gangsters.

Eli found his job cool. Yes, some nights might be boring, but there are nights when cool stuff happens, and today is one of the cool nights of Eli's job when he saw a familiar face approaching the reception desk.

He stood frozen in place and his mouth gaped open at what he saw. Approaching the desk was Malcolm Nestor, but this is not what made Eli's world stop.

What made him freeze was what Nestor was carrying. Eli stood in place and stared in amazement when he saw Malcolm Nestor, a regular guest of Agoura and a notorious gangster, carrying an unconscious, blonde woman in a red bikini on his shoulder.

Eli immediately felt his erection growing inside his pants. The woman's shapely ass is facing him, and he saw Nestor's hand groping the woman's ass.

Nestor approached the reception desk and look at him. "I'll take room 204."

Still frozen in place, Eli's attention was brought back when Nestor's hand slapped the woman's beautiful ass. "Very well, sir." He handed the key to Nestor.

Nestor received the key and placed it in his pocket. "Thank you." He said to the receptionist.

Eli stood in envy as Nestor's left hand returned themselves to the woman's ass after he placed the keys inside his pocket.

Like a crazed dog, Eli salivated when Nestor's hands grabbed the waistband of the woman's red bikini and pulled it down to the middle of her thighs, then Nestor's hand caressed the unconscious woman's butt, and gave it hard slaps.

Eli's erection was throbbing inside his pants when his eyes gazed on the bare, shapely ass of the unconscious woman.

As Nestor turned around and walked to the stairs, Eli caught a glimpse of the woman's face.

"Wow, she is beautiful." He muttered to himself when he saw the unconscious woman's sleeping face.

Nestor started climbing up the stairs until he was out of Eli's sight. Eli rubbed his hands on his erection when even though Nestor was already out of his sight, he can still hear the sound of the unconscious woman's ass being slapped.

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"What beautiful ass you have," Nestor said to his unknowing captive as his hands roamed over her round ass, and ran his hands up and down her silky thighs as he climbed up the stairs.

Earlier, Nestor cursed Anders for failing to do his job, but then Nestor blessed his luck when his pursuant was a beautiful, young, female detective. He sighed in relief. He did not have to bloody his hands tonight. He smiled when he thought of the things he could do to her.

Nestor couldn't help but smile as he recalled what happened earlier.

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(A few minutes ago)

Katrine Vogel faked a laugh at Nestor's sorry attempt for a joke.

"That's a new one." Katrine began. "I haven't heard a good joke since......since....." Katrine placed her hand on her forehead as a mild headache is starting to fill her head.

"Since a long time ago? Well, I've got a lot of funny jokes to make you laugh." Nestor smiled when the unknowing pretty lady was starting to lose focus.

"How's your drink?" Nestor asked.

Katrine blinked. "It's fine." But something wasn't fine; her head was starting to feel light. Had he? But he couldn't have, she'd watched her drink.

"Oh, you were careful," Nestor said as if divining her thoughts. "I had no chance to slip you anything. But it's hard to protect your drink from the man who makes it."

"I......no....."

"So the hotel manager calls and tells me that a hot woman is looking for me, but there's a catch. That hot woman is a cop. Now the question begs, 'How to get rid of her? She being beautiful, do I kill her, or do I make some other use for her?' Either way, it's a good time to signal my friend behind the bar to add a little something extra to her drink."

All of a sudden, the room was spinning; Katrine's head was swimming. As Nestor pulled her to her feet, she stumbled and would have fallen had he not held her up. He began to walk her away from the bar; a few people looked her way but seemed mollified when he told them she'd drunk too much and needed some air.

"Let go....let...let go of me..." Katrine stuttered. The drug was taking its immediate effect. She tried to pry his grip away from her, but her struggles were weak.

"Oh don't worry, Miss Vogel." Nestor began, "I won't make your visit be in vain. After all, you bought that beautiful, red bikini for me."

After saying this, Nestor slid his free hand inside Katrine's bikini and cupped her hairless mound.

When Katrine felt Nestor's hand on her pussy, she tried to pry his hand away, but her arms have no more strength left in them. "No....stop.......help.....help me...."

Nestor heard Katrine's defiance and it made his erection harder. She heard her moan from the excruciating headache.

When they are now away from the crowd, Nestor pulled Katrine's body in front of him. She moaned again as another wave of headache hit her and she stumbled against Nestor's chest.

Nestor smiled at the beautiful detective and continued stroking his fingers on her pussy mound.

He heard Katrine moan and saw her eyes roll back to her eyelids as she fell against him, and lost consciousness.

Nestor continued cupping and stroking Katrine's pussy as he stared at her perfectly round breasts pressed against his chest. "I cannot wait to fuck you, Katrine."

He reluctantly removed his invading hand inside her bikini. He then held her waist and gave her a passionate kiss while giving one of her breasts a gentle squeeze.

Nestor grabbed Katrine Vogel's unconscious form and carried her limp body on her shoulders. He fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed Henrik Anders' number while his free hand caressed the unresisting woman's bountiful ass.

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(Present Time)

Nestor inserted the key into the doorknob while his free hand caressed Katrine's ass.

He opened the door, went inside the room, and locked the door behind him. He set up his camera and aimed it at the bed.

Taking a deep breath, he laid Katrine Vogel's limp and unresisting body on the bed.

He sat beside her unconscious form and brushed his hand on her blonde hair.

He loved the sight of her limp body lying on the bed, with her red bikini pulled down to the middle of her smooth thighs, exposing her shaved pussy.

He leaned close to her face and started kissing Katrine's lips passionately while his hand snaked inside her bra and cupped her breast.