Undercovers Detective Ch. 08

"I trust you will." Janine smiled. "One way or the other. By the way... there's one more important thing you need to know. Viktor has requested that you be part of the entertainment at his coming party at the mansion. I'm sure all he wants is for you to sing because the band will be there, but I don't know these men. It's more than likely that they'll take one look at you and want a lot more than your voice."

"Does Frank know?"

"He knows. He's not a happy camper. The good news is, if all goes well, this might be the final assignment of this operation. In a couple weeks there's a strong possibility that your undercover duty may be finished with and we can go back to living a normal life."

"Honestly, that that would be incredible, but I think a normal life might seem kind of boring after all this. Don't you?" I laughed.

"I hear ya. We'll talk more tonight when Frank and Tom are home."

Janine stood up in the tub and grabbed a towel. I always liked seeing her nude with her magnificently toned body and perfect tits. It stirred in me some memories of my first sexual encounter with her.

She saw me looking and smiled, almost as if she knew my thoughts.

"Alex, have you considered that these feelings you're experiencing could be due to your pregnancy?"

"It's possible."

"Go take your bath, hun and relax. You'll be fine."

Frank

Viktor's office reeked of cigars. His accountant was going over the spreadsheets (most likely working on his money laundering schemes). He looked like a nerd—complete with pocket protector and balding head. After everything would go down, I knew that the bankers and accountants would be the first to turn states evidence and seek to make a deal.

"Have any idea where Viktor is?" I asked.

He raised his head and finally acknowledged my presence. "I think he's with Inna, interviewing some new hires."

"Where?"

He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his figures.

I walked to the front, but all I could see were workers setting up tables, so I decided to head to the kitchen and found Viktor. He was talking to a new cook and motioned me over as soon as he noticed me.

"Taste this, Frank." He pushed a spoon towards me.

I took a sip. "Mmm... it's good. What is it?"

"This is Borsch, the way it's made in the old country. It's going on the menu."

"You wanted to talk with me?" I asked.

"That was yesterday." He pulled me aside and said, "Why the fuck are you here now, a day later?"

"I had my hands full with the Captain's shooting."

"That's exactly why I wanted to talk with you, to assure you that I, nor my boys had nothing to do with that shooting. But... since it did happen, you're now in charge, right?"

"Temporarily, yes."

"What if I provided you with the names and location of the shooters? In good faith, of course."

I looked at him with skepticism. "What's the catch?"

"Frank, Frank, Frank, you don't trust me?"

"Of course not. What's in it for you?"

He took the ladle and dipped out a bowl of soup before offering it to me.

"Just like this soup, everything has a recipe for either success or failure. These assholes shot a cop and that is a recipe for disaster. Your patrols and increased surveillance is bad for business."

"I knew there had to be something in it for you. You're not the charitable kind. So where do we find them?"

"Frankie, my boy, as you Americans say, 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth.'" He laughed and added, "They're at the Motel Six in South Central." Viktor fished a paper out of his pocket and handed it over.

I stuffed it in my vest pocket and took a spoonful of Borsch. I had to admit, it tasted great.

"The recipe is on the paper I gave you," he said. "The address is on the back. Enjoy!"

-oOo-

We used several unmarked cruisers to surround the motel. The room was on the second story and the swat team approached from both directions. Following procedure, the lead officer hammered with the butt of his rifle on the door and announced, "Police!"

Immediately, automatic rifle fire erupted in the room, blasting out the window and riddling the door with holes. One swat member went down clutching his leg, and another tossed in a concussion grenade. Splinters flew as a battering ram knocked the door off its hinges and the armor-plated swat team stormed in firing.

The gunfire ceased in just a few seconds. The entire area smelled of nitrocellulose.

Before the assault began, we had the motel manager help us remove all guests from the building quietly. It was a good thing we did—the bullets had cut through the drywall several rooms over. The scene was something out of a war zone. One body was on the floor by the nightstand, twisted in a grotesque position with half its scull gone; the other two were found on the bathroom floor. One was still breathing, but expired before the paramedics could get to him.

The thing that didn't go unnoticed was the excessive amount of drugs that were stacked up on the vanity. This had had to be a major distribution location. It suddenly occurred to me why Viktor had given us this address: he was using the police to do the dirty work of eliminating his competition. Like I said, Viktor wasn't stupid—but I was gullible.

I had my team collect all the firearms so I could match ballistics with the bullet the surgeon had pulled from Greer, though I had my suspicions we wouldn't find a match. Viktor had set us up. The press would see this as a major victory against drug crime.

-oOo-

I let myself into our apartment around 7pm. I was dog tired after meeting with my team and dealing with mountains of paperwork. As soon as I walked in, Alex jumped on me, nearly knocking me to the floor and kissing me like she hadn't seen me in a month.

"What has gotten into you, woman?"

"Well, in about ten minutes I hope it's you." She smirked.

The fact that she was wearing a scanty top and skimpy thong didn't go unnoticed. I saw our two roommates dressed in similar casual attire. Janine was in her bra and panties; Tom was shirtless in his briefs. I thought how we all were becoming less and less inhibited the longer we shared this suite together.

"It's been a long day, doll. What I need most is a shower and a six pack. Get me a beer will you, sexy?" I slapped her butt.

"Okay, but you can't avoid me much longer." She bit her lip and trotted off to the kitchenette.

Tom and Janine were stretched out on the divan, watching the news. To be honest, I was a bit jealous of Tom's abs; they rippled as he bent forward to grip his beer.

I sat on the recliner as my pregnant fiancé dropped into my lap, making me spill my beer.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"I horny, Gi. I give you number one boom-boom," Alex said, imitating a line from Full Metal Jacket. Everyone laughed.

Janine looked at me and said, "You've had a very busy day. It's all over the news. It seems you are some local hero for bringing down a major drug operation. How in the hell does a homicide detective bring down a drug operation? Are you moonlighting with the DEA? And what happened to being low profile?" She was pissed.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you after I take a shower. By the way, Greer is doing better and off the critical list."

I headed upstairs with Alex following close, holding onto my shirt. Her recent change in personality was starting to bother me. I was more than happy for this operation to conclude and return to normal life—if that was still possible.

"Let me shower," I said. "I stink. Can you wait?"

"Hurry up! Or I'll start without you." She gave me a sexy smile.

-oOo-

I placed my hands on the shower wall and let the water pour over my head. I could wash my skin but could not clear my mind. The way Viktor manipulated me made my insides boil. I was tired to the bone and drained to the last drop. Suddenly, the shower door popped open and Alex hugged up against my back, pushing those magnificent globes of perfection against me.

"I love you," she whispered.

I turned to face her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we kissed. She kissed as if she wanted to drain the very life from me. I swear this woman could raise the dead. I lowered her down on my raging erection that had been flaccid moments earlier, slipping inside. She moaned in satisfaction.

I had seen people in pornos having sex in the standing position, but I never dreamed it was so physically demanding. I was lucky that Alex was only about a hundred pounds.

"Ooooh... yesss. That's it... Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Oh God, oh God... don't stop. Keep going... Ahhhh!"

The shower walls shook, as I did my best. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make it work. My aging back was at its limit. When I set her down on the shower stool, the relief was almost as good as the sex itself. I felt every one of my fifty years.

Back in the bedroom, I'd returned to a more familiar environment. I slipped my hand down and began to probe Alex's bare mound. I used my forefinger to stroke her labial lips, and as they moistened, I pushed my finger into her as slowly and as smoothly as I could. She began to respond.

Alex hung her head on my shoulder; her breathing was becoming irregular. I felt her hips begin to move rhythmically as I continued pleasuring her with my finger. I added a second finger, curling upward as I began to search for her G spot. I was sure I had found it when she reacted more dramatically to my probing.

It was at that point that Alex began to take over. She grabbed my cock, pushed my active hand out of the way and climbed on top of me, stuffing my erection into her with a single stab. The next thing I knew, she had a lock on my shoulders as she pounded up and down on my cock, with her eyes squeezed tight and a grimace on her lips. This was apparently serious business to her, and she was relentless as she used me for her own needs. Some might call it selfish, but I was more inclined to think of it as self-awareness.

Alex was in a world of her own, driving herself toward an orgasm yet unclaimed. I had no idea how long I could hold on under this assault. I was strangely able to, as I discovered that I was merely a passenger at this point. I really didn't feel that I was close to letting go because my total focus was on her. All I could do was hold on with both hands and let her do her "thing." I could hardly recognize her and thought how much she'd changed. She was perplexing to me with her insatiable new found sexual prowess.

I wasn't sure how long it lasted, but it was far longer than I'd expected. When she finally reached her destination, she redefined the meaning of "explosive orgasm." I was sure the ground shook before her body collapsed on mine.

Alex breathed out her exhaustion. I held her until things started to return to normal.

"You were amazing," she finally managed.

"That was pretty crazy." I chuckled. "Where did that come from?"

"I have no clue. Once you got me started, it was hard to stop." She nuzzled into my neck, retuning to a passive state.

"Tell me what I can do for you, baby," I said with some trepidation.

"Hun, I like it all. I can't think of anything that I won't enjoy."

I decided to go back to basics. I would see where my old, reliable top to bottom tongue and finger technique could take us. I rolled her over on her back and began to make love to her spectacular breasts, using my tongue, lips, and fingertips. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, but it didn't take long before I was getting vocal signals and body movement that told me I'd reignited her fire.

I rose up slightly to begin my move down her fabulous body. Alex promptly pushed her hand down my abdomen and grasped my cock.

Now, this could be a problem.

There was only so much distance between the length of her arm and the length of my cock. I knew I wasn't going anywhere as long as she had this grip on my manhood.

"Sweetheart... let go of me. Let me do my thing for a while. I'll be right here when you need me," I promised.

She released her hand and placed it on the back of my head.

My tongue in her navel cavity produced a brief response. I suspected she wanted more direct contact, so I continued my journey down to her lovely pussy. Her mound was bright red from the aggressive exercise it had experienced earlier, and her clitoris was still extended and prominent. I pushed her thighs wide apart as I moved further down.

I began by dragging the top of my tongue along her perineum and up toward her labia, stopping just before I reached her clit. She pushed her hips up in response to my strokes, and as she did, I moved one hand to her ass cheek and began to slip a finger inside the crack and gently touch her anus. She jumped in response to my first touch, telling me I had found a sensitive spot. I kept sliding my finger across and around the tiny opening as my tongue continued its slow glide up her lovely pussy.

I kept this up for several moments until, without any warning, I inserted my fingertip into her anus. She reacted again, but this time with a vocal grunt that I took for approval. Each time that I stroked her with my tongue, I pushed my finger slightly farther into her. It was clearly pleasurable to her, as she began to move her hips again in that very inviting way. I had to push the process along, and again, without warning, I locked my lips on her clit stroked my finger in and out of her ass. She responded quickly with a howl of surprise and then pushed back on my hand as I finger-fucked her ass. All the while, my tongue was massaging her clit as I held it between my lips.

Alex was really starting to move now. I added a second finger in her butt and she arched her back violently in response, continuing to push back. I released her clit and brought my head up as her hips were reacting wildly again. I took it as an invitation to complete this portion of my foreplay by adding a third finger in her ass and increasing the pace of my stroke.

"Aaaaaaaaahh... gawwd..." she howled. Her breathing was back to gasps and her hips danced above the bed as my hand moved rapidly in and out of her ass. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from her, rolling over and arching her gorgeous butt in the air.

"Give me the real thing... now!" she demanded.

This was new territory for us both.

"Alex... are you sure?"

"Shove your cock up my ass and pound me!"

Who was this woman? She wasn't my fiancée, but I was too horny to evaluate her mind. Instead, I crawled up behind her, lubricated my erection in her pussy and then pushed the head of my cock into the now-widened anal opening. Carefully, I applied a steady push as I entered her.

Alex groaned and gasped, pushing back at me, welcoming my invasion. I was almost halfway in when I began to pump slowly, allowing her to get used to my intrusion. I had never done this to her before and I was going on instinct and caution as we began our first anal intercourse. Even though Alex was a rookie at this, within a few stroked, she was demanding for me to fuck her harder.

"Ooooh... fuck my ass! Give it to me! Make me come!" she shouted.

I wondered how long I could last and the answer was... not long. Fortunately, Alex seemed ready as well. When I felt my pending release, I demanded that she come with me.

"Here it comes... Here it comes ... I can't hold back!" And I didn't.

I felt the warm spurts of semen in her tight anal canal. It was a whole new thing. It was completely different than vaginal sex and I hoped she felt rewarded.

-oOo-

She was in tears—crying... because of me.

"Alex? Alex, baby, please let me in."

I stood on the opposite side of the bathroom door, punishing myself for having engaged in something that she probably wasn't ready for.

After what seemed like ages, she finally let me in and revealed that she felt ashamed. I couldn't understand why she needed to be ashamed, but she explained that it was as if something else had taken possession over her mind and body and all she could focus on was carnal desire. Apparently, Alex had always thought that anal sex was dirty, and now that she had done it, she was experiencing some cognitive dissonance.

I reassured her that I loved her and that there was no need to feel ashamed. It was an amazing experience that only brought us closer.

"I love you, Frank," she whispered into my chest as I held her. "I'd be a mess without you."

"Not true. You'd still be your strong, amazing, resilient self."

She met my eyes and kissed me softly.

Underneath all that strength was a soft and sensitive young woman.

"If this was the last sex of my life, I'd still die a happy man." I grinned. "But... we need to go back down stairs."

"Let me take a quick shower. I'll join you soon."

-oOo-

Tom and Janine were grinning like a couple Cheshire cats when I returned downstairs. They'd probably heard us having sex.

"Mmmmm, that looks good," I said, coveting their grilled cheese sandwiches.

"I'd bet they're not as tasty as what you were eating," Tom joked. "Let's make a deal. I'll share mine if you share yours." He grinned as Janine slapped his shoulder.

I walked over to the grill and started buttering the bread. In under five minutes, I devoured the sandwich and was about to make a second one when Alex entered the kitchen.

"Hey, doll, you want one?" I asked.

"You know I don't eat bread or cheese. I don't want to lose my schoolgirl figure." She placed her hands on her hips and posed.

"Well," Janine interjected. "I hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but in a couple more months you won't be able to avoid a big belly."

"Yeah," Alex sighed with a frown. "But I'm still gonna be one hot mama!"

I flipped my sandwich and addressed the group. "Okay, we need to talk business."

They all booed.

"Alex, can you get my briefcase in the entry? In the top pouch there is a floor plan of Viktor's mansion."

She stretched out the blueprints on the dining table and put coffee cups on each of the corners.

"I got these building plans from the department records this afternoon," I said. "Janine, you will have to tell us if there are any structural changes you're aware of. You're the only one that's been there recently. Use the red marker to underline any changes you see that are different from these original construction plans."

She studied the blueprint for a few minutes and pulled the cap off the marker. Janine circled the entrances, windows, and then marked the whole back wall of the entertainment room.

"The entrances are all reinforced armor steel blast doors and the windows are bullet proof glass," she said. "On this wall"—she pointed—"are book cases that are actually false cabinets opening into an escape tunnel. The tunnel leads to the boat house by the lake. It's located behind the main house by the dock. The rest of the changes to the house appear to be superficial decorating ones, but I can't be a hundred percent sure. Just so you know, Viktor has security cameras placed in every room and has it monitored at a remote location. I'm pretty sure the FBI has hacked into that live feed."

"Thanks, Janine," I said. "With what you've shared I'd guess any direct assault is out of the question. I'm not sure, but I think the security will be difficult to breach. You have any thoughts?"

Tom asked, "How about using their escape route as our access? We can enter through the lake and secure the boathouse. Then use the tunnel to breach their security. Once we are inside, it will be shock and awe."

"That sounds like a real military plan. What were you? A Green Beret?"

"Actually, that's close. I was a Navy Seal assigned to Special Ops."

"Damn... how come I never knew that?"

"Need to know, man, need to know. I bet you also didn't know Janine was a badass Marine before she was FBI."