The Knave of Jacks Ch. 02

"Come and get it, stud!" she ordered. Now naked, Eddy mounted the beautiful blonde and shoved his throbbing cock deep inside her, feeling how wet she was and knowing why. He fucked her with hard, powerful strokes and she met them, both of them eager to fuck each other and finally getting to fulfill their held-back desires. This fuck was meant to be hard and fast, and they knew they'd make their second coupling last a lot longer. Callie cried out in orgasm as Eddy shot his load into her sodden depths...

Part 8 - Tender Is The Night

As we got into the 'Black Beauty', which I'd chosen to drive this night and was actually dark green, I said "How about a drink... on me."

"I could use one." Cindy said as she took the wheel and drove. I had noticed that she had seemed a little nonplussed at Carrie and Eddy's obvious attraction for one another. "Where to?" she asked.

"Let's try Rita's." I said. "Just the front bar." We drove south to Rita's place. To my surprise, the parking lot was totally empty, and the building dark. There was a sign on the door, which read 'Closed tonight. Broken water pipes. Will be open tomorrow at 5:30pm for dinner.'

"Dayum." said Cindy. "Okay, what's our next try?"

"Cattleman's Club." I said. "Then the Hyatt Hotel. After that, three strikes and we're out. We'll have to raid my stash in my office."

Fortunately, the Cattleman's Club was open, and the barroom was half full with well-dressed patrons that had been at various parties... perhaps even at Silver's party. Cindy and I took a table near the back, and soon a Scotch and a Canadian Whisky were in front of us.

"So you found their bug in the Hotel bedroom." Cindy said quietly. "Think their cover is blown?"

"No," I said, "I think they're just being cautious, as I would be if I were in Silver's place. They're not familiar with Eddy and Callie, and want to see if they're on the up-and-up."

"I hope that's the case." Cindy said. "I have to admit that I've really admired how you thought of literally everything---"

Just then, the waitress brought two drinks to our table. When we looked up with surprise, she said "Compliments of the two ladies at the bar." We looked over to see Selena Steele and Rita raising their glasses at us.

"Ask them to join us at our table." I said to the waitress. A moment later I stood up to greet the ladies, exchanging a 'two-cheek' kiss with Selena, and subjected myself to a warm kiss on the lips from Rita.

"Mmmm, what a great night." Rita said as we sat down. "Three of my favorite tasty toys here with me." She made sure to give Cindy her warmest smile.

"Speaking of that," I asked, "what gives with closing your place? It ain't water pipes. SBI?"

"Mmm, all those brains inside that handsome red head." Rita said in her sultry way. "And you're right. The SBI is in Town, watching Thomas Cook's building where they hoped to find gambling. I just wanted to make sure they didn't try any little extra raids, so I told everybody to take a night off."

"Good thinking." I said. I was going to say something, then stopped. I sipped my Scotch to cover.

"My darling Commander," said Rita, "you can speak freely in front of the delicious Ms. Steele."

"I'm sure I can." I said, smiling at Selena.

"We were both invited to Mr. Silver's party in the Cloisters." said Selena. "Of course I didn't go, and J.P. declined as well." That was J.P. Goldman of the J.P. Goldman Bank and the Town & County Council.

"And I would never consort with such slime-covered vermin as Jaime Silver." said Rita. "He is most unwelcome in my places of business, and he knows it."

"He knows you're here?" I asked. "I'm surprised he would come in here, then."

"He's a gambler." said Rita. "He takes risks. Reasonable risks, calculated risks, but he takes risks. Of course, my delicious Commander, you would have no idea what that is like." Cindy giggled at that obvious sarcasm from the statuesque blonde Rita.

"No, I wouldn't." I said, replying in kind. "I don't know what the word 'risk' means. So, Rita, what is your perspective on what is going on in my Town?"

"As I'm sure you've figured out," said Rita, "it is the odious Chaplain Ikea that you really should be watching. By the way... what is the excitement on Campus tonight about?"

I looked at Cindy in surprise, and saw her face matching mine. She beat me to the cellphone punch, getting hers out and sending a text.

A moment later she got a reply from the Duty Desk. "Seems a student was found unconscious and barely alive between the Theater Building and one of the dorms. Hit on the back of the head by a blunt object. He's been rushed to University Hospital, and the Duty Desk has no more on it."

"Are y'all going to investigate?" asked Selena in her Texas twang. Cindy and Rita looked at me.

"Not our jurisdiction, unless the Sheriff calls me in... and obviously, I have not heard from him yet." I said.

Not much more was said, and after a few minutes I said that I needed to be getting back home to my family. At that point, Rita rested her chin in her hand as she stared at Cindy, and said "And you don't need to be alone tonight, my lovely Police Captain. Why don't you and I find a place to be... together..."

"Don't mind if we do." replied Cindy. "But my place is out, I'm afraid."

"If you invite me to this party," said Selena, "then my place is 'in'..."

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"Ah, come on in, Tony." said Jaime Silver, sitting in his chair behind the mahogany desk in the study. It was nearly 4:00am, Saturday, September 24th. "How was your girl?"

"She was good." said Tony, who had fucked one of the prostitutes as part reward for his work that evening. "Nice and tight. I'm surprised she couldn't make Eddie DiBianca climax. I think you had a much better night, though, sir."

"Indeed I did." said Silver, relishing the memory. "Callie Carrington is the hottest piece of ass I have ever fucked. As to DiBianca, he was saving it up for Callie himself. They got back to their hotel and went straight to bed and fucked their brains out. Seems that guy liked getting sloppy seconds. Then they had a long soak in the hot tub, where they were flirting around, then it got quiet except for the bedsprings, so he was probably giving her a deep, slow fuck like I'd like to be doing right now."

"So you didn't wear her out, sir?" Tony asked with a wry grin.

"That woman doesn't wear out." said Jaime. "Okay, what do you think about them, about him? Legit?"

"Their stories matched." said Tony. "Named the same high school in California. We haven't had a chance to check and see if they really were enrolled there. As to his business... everything seems to check out, but..."

"Something a little weird?" asked Silver.

"Yes sir." said Tony. "Wallace Bedford told us to check it out really hard, and DiBianca, too. A quick computer check showed DiBianca as the CEO of that shipping company... but there's no backstories on Google. At all."

Silver nodded. "United Americas Distributors, Inc. Could be a front. And if it's so elaborate that a web search checks out... then it could be a Government front. Okay, what about that other building?"

"More strange things." said Tony. "My people said that there were people watching and driving by... but all State-level, nothing TCPD. Only a couple of TCPD cars went near the building, and that appeared to be routine patrols. Our night vision devices got some good images of the people watching the building. They're not TCPD, unless that 'Teacher' guy gave us bad info. We're going to check with other sources to see if they're SBI."

"Also," continued Tony, "the Federal Building's electronic signals were up some from what we think is normal. No way to tell if it's related to us or not."

"Very interesting." said Silver, musing. "The Iron Crowbar was not interested, but the SBI was. Oh, wait..."

"Sir?" asked Tony.

"You said the Fed Building was active." said Silver. "It's possible they were monitoring drones. Did your guys pick up anything like that?"

"No sir." said Tony. "But FBI drones can go radio silent, make a pass, then transmit everything in a short burst. Hard to get onto them unless we actually know they're there, and even then it's hard to track their motion."

"Okay, we need to do some serious research here." said Silver. "Get with people on DiBianca, and also on Carrington. Even if she and Eddy are together, it's strange for a porno queen to just show up around here. See if she has been around here before... maybe filming at the University..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Campus Police were investigating the site of the student being attacked. Bright lights flooded the immediate area, and a small crowd of curious students were being held by by police tape and Student Police behind the tape.

"We don't have much, sir." said a Campus Police Sergeant to Lt. Bill Hanson. The Sergeant mentioned Jeremy's name, then said "He was hit really hard on the back of the head. Blunt object, like a stick or baseball bat. His wallet was not stolen; it was in his back pocket. He had no cellphone, though."

"That in itself is unusual." said Hanson. "Have you started getting tape of the cameras on the walkways?" The various sidewalks on Campus were surprisingly well-covered by cameras on buildings and lamp-posts. It is possible that Hanson's predecessor, Captain Brittany M. Maxwell, had worked with the Iron Crowbar to make that happen.

"Yes sir." said Hanson. "But the area right around the Theater is not well lighted, and the cameras may not show much. But we'll see."

"All right." said Hanson. "Who found the kid?"

"Couple of our Student Police Officers." said the Sergeant, pointing towards a young man and young woman in Campus Police uniforms. "They were doing routine walking patrol and heard what they thought was a scream or cry. They ran to this area and saw the kid lying on the ground, and called it in. The kid was still alive, but barely, so he was rushed to the Hospital."

"So, Sergeant," Hanson said, "what would you do in this case?"

"I know it's not his jurisdiction," said the Sergeant, "but I'd call the Iron Crowbar and ask him to take a stroll on Campus... and if he happened to come across this scene and make observations..."

"If you do that, I will have you arrested." snarled a voice in the dark. A moment later, SBI NTF Director Richard 'Dick' Ferrell appeared out of the darkness and into the light. "This is not the TCPD's jurisdiction. It is mine."

"It's the County Sheriff's jurisdiction, too." said Lt. Hanson. "I can call him."

"I'll have you relieved of duty if you do that." said Ferrell.

"No you won't, asshole." said Hanson. "You don't outrank me, and you have no jurisdiction over me. Only Commissioner Robinson and the Governor give me orders."

"Then I will shoot and kill you if you try to call the Sheriff or anyone in the TCPD over this." said Ferrell. "The SBI will be taking their rightful jurisdiction over this case." Within seconds, four SBI Agents were standing next to Ferrell, their hands over their holstered guns, ready and hoping for violence.

"All right, then." said Hanson. "Sergeant, have the Campus Police stand down. Completely. Give no information to the SBI. We'll collate and process it at Campus Police Headquarters, and it will take going through Commissioner Robinson to get that information."

"You are really looking to get your fat ass shot, aren't you Hanson?" snarled Ferrell.

"And you're just begging for the Iron Crowbar to kill you, aren't you Ferrell?" replied Hanson. "That is, unless the FBI gets to you first. You heard me, Sergeant. Get all our guys out of here and back to Campus Police HQ."

To be continued.