The sound of shuffling papers and dragging chairs signified the end of another Friday meeting. Cheryl Thomas sat nervously tapping her pencil on the mahogany table and glancing up at Mr. Griswald, the firm's senior partner. He had asked her to remain after the meeting so they could "talk." Her head was swirling as to what he might have meant by that, surprised he even knew her name. She had fidgeted throughout the meeting. With two small boys at home, this wasn't the time to lose her job. She didn't have long to think about it though, since the meeting was brief, and the room emptied quickly.
"Mrs. Thomas..." Griswald beckoned her.
Cheryl moved slowly to the head of the table. She was a little taken aback when he stood up and pulled out a chair for her. She thanked him and settled into the luxuriously padded executive chair that was normally reserved for the firm's partners. She felt uneasy.
"Mrs. Thomas, it has come to my understanding that your work on the Porrello case has been invaluable."
Cheryl mentally blew a sigh of relief. "Thank you sir," she said, looking up into his faded blue eyes, once again thinking how much they reminded her of Paul Newman's, as he appeared in her favorite movie, "The Verdict."
"Now, you know part of your job here, as a paralegal, is to investigate the facts of cases and to ensure that all relevant information is considered."
"Yes, sir," she mumbled.
"Well, we have some information that might just set our client free."
"I see, sir... good... but what does that have to do with me?"
"We need someone to get it on tape."
"Tape?" Cheryl offered.
"Look, I won't force you to participate, but we've backed ourselves into a corner on this one."
"Me," Cheryl said with a shrug, her heart a-flutter.
"I'm going to be honest with you. You only have one day to prepare, because tomorrow you have a meeting at Mr. Carrasso's house.
"Mr. Carrasso? Are you crazy?" Cheryl snapped (as she knew about his reputation all too well), and then she blushed at her outburst.
"Settle down. Mr. Donahue will be meeting with Carrasso. You will hang out at the pool with his daughter."
"Pool?" Cheryl groaned. "Why?"
"You see, his daughter knows that our client didn't kill anyone, because she was with him the night of the murder."
"Really?" Cheryl blurted.
"Yes, she was having sex with him and his girlfriend. We know because we have an informant who actually saw the sex tape. Miss Carrasso is quite proud of it."
"Yes, she's another Paris Hilton; in fact, she looks very much like her. She may even be prettier. All we need is for you to record her telling you about the sex tape. She bragged about it once. Of course, if you could get your hands on the actual tape..."
"I don't think I can, sir," Cheryl said with a gulp. She also felt very strange talking about sex with her old boss.
"We already have it set up. We have Mr. Donahue's apartment completely bugged. We just need you to talk her into coming over to his apartment, however you can."
"Why?" Cheryl asked. She also didn't like the "however you can" part.
"To get it on tape. She has a loose lip, so it shouldn't be hard to get her to admit to making the tape at the time of the murder. She knows it's true. Once we have her recorded admission, she'll have to testify. You just have to use some of your womanly charms. You'll save our ass on this one."
"I see. Why don't I just ask her at the pool?"
"We need to record it, and Carrasso's place is out."
"I could wear a wire," Cheryl offered, as much as she couldn't believe she was even thinking about it. But Griswald didn't appear to be taking no for an answer. She was also growing strangely excited, probably because usually her day consisted of pushing papers.
Griswald shook his head. "A wire is out. They would find it."
"Trust me on that one. Take the rest of the day off and be at Donohue's at noon. Bring a bikini." Griswald stood up.
"Hold on, sir! Just tell me why they'd find it!" Cheryl plucked at Griswald's sleeve.
He straightened his jacket. "Carrasso doesn't trust anyone... especially lawyers... So his security team will search you both, before they will let you in."
"Oh," Cheryl moaned, as her boss made his way out the rear door. "Wait, sir, please, I can't." But he was gone.
Cheryl slumped into her chair. "Searched!" she gasped, shaking her head. "What have I gotten myself into?"
The side door opening startled her out of her daze. It was an old janitor with a broom. She offered a friendly smile in passing and made her way out into the hall. She turned the corner and almost ran headlong into the very lawyer she was supposed to partner with tomorrow.
"Ah, Jack, you surprised me," she gushed.
"So, can we count you in?" He asked.
"Oh, thank god! You'll save our ass on this one. You know where I live. Come by tomorrow at eleven, so we can go over our game plan," he said rapidly, then turned to leave.
"Wait Jack," she said, grabbing his arm. "That's twice I've heard that 'saving ass line.' But... why me?"
"You," he said, and then paused as if searching for the right words. Well, I was supposed to go over with my girlfriend, and I set everything up, and then I went home yesterday, and she and her stuff are gone... cleared out."
"But... again... why... me," Cheryl demanded, jerking on his arm. "I mean, there are some pretty lawyers here in the firm that could play your girlfriend."
"Ok, Ok," he groaned, pulling his arm free. He smoothed out the expensive cloth. "You, ah, fit the description we got."
"Yeah, well, description or prescription... You're a pretty blonde, with big bo..." <Ahem>
"Boobs!" Cheryl snapped, a little insulted.
"Yeah, that seems to be his daughter's type," he said. Then he laughed. "Ok, that's a universal type."
"Gee, thanks." Cheryl wasn't happy, but at least now she knew why she'd been picked. She also didn't like the fact that her boobs were being used as bait to lure another woman into a damaging admission.
"But seriously, you seem like you can handle pressure. Every time I give you something to do in a pressure situation, you come through." He paused and looked at his TAG Heuer watch. "You have some time now, so here," he said, handing her his credit card and a business card of a high-toned beauty salon. "Go have some fun and get your mind off of things for a little while. We have a big day tomorrow. And thanks again."
Cheryl took his advice. It was true that she very rarely had a day to herself. So she used this opportunity (and Jack's credit card) to unwind. Her first stop was the salon whose card Jack had given her. They knew him well. She wasn't really surprised that Jack went to a beauty salon; after all, she'd always thought of him as a "pretty boy." She also joked that he might spend more time in front of the mirror than she did. But she had to admit he always looked good, and he always had a sexy woman on his arm at the firm's get-togethers.
She ordered up the works, since Jack was paying. And, remembering the bikini, she included a bikini wax. Cheryl blushed when it was time to take off her panties in front of a total stranger, but she tried to think of the female technician sort of like a doctor.
Next, it was off to buy a new bikini. She went to a small, name brand clothing store. The well-dressed sales girl helped her pick out a few to try on. Cheryl blushed when she offered to help. Cheryl just shook her head and scurried off to the changing rooms at the back of the store. She hurried out of her clothes and tried on the first one. She took some time looking herself over, as it had been a few years since she had worn a suit that brief.
"I guess I can still pull this look off," she said with a nervous giggle. "Plus, I still have these." She pulled the sting on her bikini top, and her breasts fell out. She pirouetted, her exposed breasts bouncing and staring back at her in the mirror. She reached up and cupped them in her hands, running her thumbs around her pink areola and then, with a purr, over her erect nipples.
"Are you all right, Ma'am?"
"Ah... yes!" Cheryl squeaked. Her face flushed when she heard the sales girl's voice, and she suddenly remembered where she was. She tried on a more conservative solid red one next and thought it was more appropriate. And she felt less naked. Though she liked it, she still tried on a dozen more before she left with the simple red one. Before she left, she also grabbed a white silk robe. On her way home, she made a stop to get a spray-on tan, since having two sons to look after didn't leave her with a lot of time to laze in the sun.
While she was shopping, she also thought about what to tell her husband -- and what not to tell him. She decided that, after they put the kids to bed for the night, she would tell him she had to work tomorrow with Jack Donahue and that they had an important meeting... with Carrasso (just in case). And that's all she dared tell him, for now.
It turned out he wasn't happy with the sudden news. Although he said he really didn't remember who Jack was, he certainly knew all about Carrasso's reputation from reading the newspapers. Carrasso was reportedly into guns, prostitution, gambling, and more. If the mob was dead, someone had forgotten to tell him and his gang.
She assured him that she wasn't in danger, because the FBI knew who went in and out of that mansion, and Carrasso was aware of it. Her husband pouted, but remained silent.
"Look honey, this is my chance to prove that I'm more than the blonde paralegal with the big boobs," she said, as she stroked his hair. "Plus I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night. Although, I might not be home until late 'cause after the meeting we have to draft some briefs. But I will tell you. I promise. I would never do things behind your back."
"Ok," he finally said, after Cheryl had batted her blue-green eyes a few times. "I know that, and I trust your judgment. But please be extra careful. I know your job is important..."
"Nothing is more important than you and the kids," Cheryl interrupted, as she stroked his hair. "And I will honey, everything is going to be fine. And I will have my cell phone..."
Her husband held her chin in his hand as he stared her in the eyes. "I just don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you. I just love you so much." Cheryl was too moved to respond with anything but a passionate kiss... that led to an even more passionate lovemaking session.
Cheryl started a hot bubble bath afterward; she was still too wound up to sleep. As she soaked in the dim, candle-lit bathroom, she thought about what her boss had said earlier -- especially about "The Search." She had read some stories on the Internet and seen some movies that involved men searching women. She always got a small tingle of excitement as she pictured herself in that powerless situation. Cheryl's hands wandered over her body. She closed her eyes and drifted. Suddenly it felt like there were a host of hands touching her... rubbing her shoulders... caressing her breasts... patting her tummy... squeezing her ass cheeks... playing in between her legs... fluttering over her shaved pussy... And then fingers slipping inside... even slipping inside her little bottom hole.
"Oh god!" she gasped, as she suddenly realized she was actually fingering her own asshole. "That's a little too real," she said, before she slipped under the water.
In the morning, after making her boys' breakfast, she grabbed her pool bag and headed for Donahue's apartment, which was located in a plush complex across the city. She flashed her husband one last reassuring look before she left. His smile warmed her heart.
She drove across town, her nervousness building with every passing mile. She knew Donahue's apartment well because she had often been sent there to pick up paperwork. (Working at home was just one of the perks Donahue enjoyed as the firm's most successful attorney.)
She spotted him jogging not far from his place and pulled over, but he just waved her on. She didn't have to wait long on the landing outside his apartment, however. When he jogged up the stairs, he was shirtless and sweat-soaked. It made his muscular body glisten. She followed him into his apartment, while catching a glimpse of the front of his tight, damp running shorts. Of course, she had heard the rumors, but now she had a better feeling as to why he walked with such confidence.
"I have to take a shower. Make us some breakfast," he said, and headed for the bathroom. Cheryl chuckled until she realized that he was serious. For the second time today Cheryl found herself at the stove. "Men!" she groaned. She wasn't really surprised that she was half through with her eggs, when Jack finally made his way out of the bathroom, his cologne signaling his approach.
After some initial small talk, the conversation turned to the task at hand. He did most of the talking, and she did most of the nodding and mental note-taking. It was the way it always was between the two of them, as much as it irked Cheryl. It didn't help when he suggested she go change and "pretty up" in the bathroom.
Now it was her turn for some mirror time. When she walked out of the bathroom sometime later, Jack looked up from his paper and did a double take. "Oh, Cheryl, if I can be so bold, you ARE beautiful."
Cheryl, who usually didn't wear a lot of makeup at work, blushed, dropped her chin, and fluttered her lashes. Jack looked her over carefully. She had her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, but she left some bangs that fell seductively over her blue green eyes, now dramatic with dark liner. Her makeup was capped off with fire engine red lipstick, which accented her pouty lips. She also smelled like a warm springtime breeze.
But then Jack started to chuckle.
"What?" Cheryl demanded.
"You going dressed like that?" he asked, shaking his head. She was wearing a silk white robe, with a sash around her waist, and a pair of flip-flops. "I thought you said you bought a new bikini?"
"I did -- it's under here," she said, as she seductively untied her robe, causing Jack's heart to skip a beat. "Taa-daa," she cheered, as she pulled her robe open.
"What's that?" Jack said, with a frown.
"It's my Atlanta Hawks basketball jersey," she said, with a giggle. "It's good luck. But don't fret, my love, my bikini's under here," she teased, as she tied up her robe again. "What did you think, I was going to go over there wearing only a bikini, when you're in your Armani? I feel silly enough."
"Ok, Ok," Jack said, "but we're making a stop to do something about those flip-flops." Jack stood up and surprised Cheryl, who was looking at her feet wondering what was wrong with her flip-flops, by picking up her pool bag as well as his briefcase. "Let's go, honey-bunch."
Things returned to normal when he handed Cheryl the pool bag. She huffed and followed him outside to his silver Lexus.
"Hey!" Cheryl whined, standing in front of the passenger's door as Jack was about to get into the driver's side. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend."
Jack just rolled his eyes, snapped on his shades, and got into the car. Cheryl glumly shook her head and got in. As they sped off, she called home on her cell phone. (Jack was a constant reminder of why she loved her husband so.)
On the ride to the suburbs, they made a stop at a fancy shoe store. Cheryl was a little embarrassed to be trying on shoes while dressed for the pool (especially the styles that Jack picked out), but her shoe boy seemed to enjoy it and her freshly waxed legs. Although Jack wanted seven, she settled on a pair of six-inch spike heel sandals. The feet were glittery and transparent, and the spike heels were burnished silver. Cheryl had to practice walking in them, for it had a long time since she'd worn heels six inches high. She felt like they were made for strippers, but Jack was paying and it was for only one day. She also knew that her feet would be sore tomorrow. As they left the store, Jack dropped her flip-flops in a trashcan.
They finally pulled up in front of a mansion that was guarded by a brick wall and a steel gate. They sat idling for a few minutes, taking the time to compose themselves. Jack had Cheryl put her cell phone and wallet into the car's glove compartment. Suddenly Jack laughed and pointed out the car's window.
Cheryl looked out the window, but was a little puzzled. "What's so funny, Jack?"
"When's the last time you saw three telephone workers up the same pole?"
"Oh," Cheryl groaned, remembering the FBI surveillance. She let out a little laugh. Funny as it was, it didn't settle her nerves much. The large steel gate started to open, and a large figure slipped out through the gap and walked their way.
"Oh, god, the ring! Your ring!" Jack blurted.
Cheryl jumped in her seat, and then realized she was still wearing her wedding ring. It was a struggle to get it off, since it was the first time she'd removed it since the wedding. But she just did manage to get it off and stashed in the glove compartment before the large figure came up to Jack's window.
"You the lawyer?" he bellowed.
"Yeah, Jack Donahue," Jack said, handing the large man his ID.
"Ok, pull in, and go to the front entrance." Cheryl realized, as he talked, he was also scrutinizing her legs. It made her a little uneasy. Jack drove the car through the gate and up to the front entrance.
"I don't know if I can do this, Jack," she whispered. Reality was setting in.
"Nerves... I'm nervous, too," Jack said, taking a deep breath. Cheryl did likewise. "Just follow my plan. We absolutely must get her back to my place."
Cheryl sighed. ‘He makes it sound so easy,’ she thought, ‘but I'm the one with the tits.’
They got out of the car and went up the front walkway. The door opened before they got to it, and a large bald man, wearing a suit and tie, waved them in. They edged past him into the foyer, where they were met by three other well-built men dressed in cheap suits.
"Hey, what the..." Jack bristled, as one of the men grabbed his briefcase, while another pushed him against the wall. Cheryl didn't have time to react to that, since her pool bag was ripped away, and she was also pushed against the wall.
"Check his stuff good," one of the men barked. "If there's one kinda geek Mr. Carrasso ain'ta trustin' most, it's a lawyer!"
One of the men began searching the briefcase; another rifled through Cheryl's pool bag.
"Hiding anything I should know about?" The bald man whispered, as he started to rub Cheryl's shoulders. She turned her head to protest, but saw Jack getting patted down, too. She also knew it would be futile. The bald man moved his hand roughly down her body. He squeezed her ass and then moved his hands around front. Cheryl squirmed as he brushed her sex. His hands moved higher and higher. Cheryl held her breath for the inevitable. Her searcher purred as both of his hands cupped and then fondled her breasts.
"Well, what do we have here?" he whispered.
"Find something?" The man who was searching her pool bag said, looking up and then, catching on, laughed.
"Get off," Cheryl snapped, but that just drew more laughter.
"Good afternoon, all." An oily voice filled the hall, just as the bald man yanked back on Cheryl's ponytail. "Sorry I missed your entrance."
Her hair free, Cheryl turned her head back and saw a well-dressed man in a black, pin-stripped suit with a beautiful long-haired blonde, wearing a flowing red robe, on his arm.
‘That has to be her,’ Cheryl immediately thought. ‘Oh my! She is everything they said she was.’
"Sorry for my men. They tend to be uncivilized at times," he said, as he pulled on the arm that was pressing on Cheryl's back. "Easy, big fellar. Let her go."
Cheryl slowly turned around -- and quickly fixed her robe, as she read the blonde's roaming eyes.
"Hello, my name is Eddie, and this is Maria. From what I understand, you will be meeting with Mr. Carrasso," the well-dressed man said. He looked at Jack, who merely nodded. "And you will be enjoying the pool and Maria's company," he continued, this time looking at Cheryl, who also nodded. The beautiful blonde was now wearing a sly smile. Her eyes focused on Cheryl. "Good, nice to see we are all on the same page," Eddie said, before he added. "Frankie, escort Maria out to the pool."
Cheryl watched as one of the men walked away with the blonde, who flashed a smile back over her shoulder. Cheryl was puzzled, wondering why she wasn't going along with them.
Eddie moved over in front of Jack. "Ok, before you enter for your meeting, I must insist on a further search." Jack began to sputter. "I know, I know, you wouldn't dream of concealing anything. But let's be sure... Strip."
"What? You can't be serious," Jack argued.
"Do I come off as anything but serious?"
"I really don't think this is... ouch." Jack's protest was cut off by a punch to the stomach, from one the goons. He sank to his knees. Cheryl could only gasp, as the bald guy had her by the collar. She also realized, from the way the men were positioned in the hall, that they were trapped."
"Now, it didn't really have to come to this," Eddie said, bending down in front of Jack. "And believe me, we aren't going to get some sort of thrill out of seeing you naked. It's just our job to make sure you're clean."
He helped Jack to his feet and stepped back. Jack brushed off his suit and wiped his eyes. "Look guys... knock it off."
Cheryl's heart pounded as second after nervous second passed. Jack seemed frozen.
"That is a very nice suit. Is that the problem?" Eddie said. "Just hand in to Vinnie here, and he'll give it back good as new. It's not like you have to go to the meeting naked."
"It's not that," Jack said, before glancing at Cheryl.
"Oh, I understand," Eddie said. "Well, it's time to swallow some pride. Wouldn't you say it's better for her to watch you a little humiliated than to watch you get your ass kicked?"
"Please Jack," Cheryl moaned, as she thought she understood the real reason he looked her way. And when Jack finally started to undress, she looked down at the floor. She kept her eyes there until it was time for Jack to lower his briefs. Then curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked. She had to clench her teeth to keep from gasping -- the rumors were indeed true. Jack was allowed to pull his briefs back up, and then Vinnie, with a sneer, escorted him deeper into the house.
Cheryl gulped, as the three remaining men all seemed to turn towards her at the same time. She didn't like that look in their eyes.
"Sorry, honey, I didn't catch your name," Eddie said. The two other men moved over to stand on either side of him. They had to be a foot taller than him. It seemed almost humorous to her.
Eddie cleared his throat. "Did your parents give you a name?"
"Cher - Cheryl."
"That's a pretty name... for a pretty woman," Eddie said, as he reached out and brushed aside a lock of blonde hair that had fallen across her brows. "And such pretty eyes."
Cheryl trembled and flinched. His coolness made her uneasy.
"You saw your companion's search, no?"
Cheryl nodded, starting to get teary. A bad feeling started to wash over her.
"So you know what's coming next?"
Cheryl knew, but didn't want to say. She was also still clinging to a vain hope.
"I said, 'You know what's coming next?'" This time Eddie spoke with more force.
Cheryl looked into Eddie's eyes and fluttered her dark lashes, but when she did, a small teardrop escaped and rolled down her cheek, ruining the desired effect.
"No need for the water works, babe... no one'll hurt you here," Eddie said. He crossed his arms and added, "Just strip, and you'll be soaking up the sun in no time."
Cheryl played with the sash on her robe. She suddenly remembered her red bikini. She breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Surely they'll be able to see I couldn't be hiding anything in it.’
She untied her robe. When she slid it off, she stood confused, until one of the burly men, who Cheryl thought was really mean looking, held out his arm. It startled her at first, but she took a deep breath and draped the robe over his arm, wishing the men weren't standing so close.
The largest of the trio laughed. "Fuckin' Hawks jersey. I di'n't think nobody wore that shit no more."
"Quiet!" Eddie barked with a snap of his thumb and fingers. "Jesus, you talk like a retard.... Sorry my darling, please continue."
Cheryl took another deep breath, lifted the shirt over her head, and draped it over the mean man's arm. Today it hadn't been so lucky.
"Holy bazooks," the tall goon muttered. Cheryl quickly threw her arms up in front of her chest. The bald guy that searched her earlier just smiled, knowingly.
"Can I go now? I really could use a swim." Cheryl wasn't lying; it felt like she was on fire. Their lusty, roaming eyes weren't helping.
"Sure," Eddie said, nodding his head, "but finish what you've started."
"What?" Cheryl gasped.
"Yeah, we've seen why you're with that scum bag lawyer, now let's see why he's really with you."
Cheryl was insulted. (Even though she wasn't really with Jack, she knew what Eddie meant.) She made a throwaway gesture. "You guys just want to see me naked!"
"Wow! Beauty AND brains," Eddie said. "Plus, we are just doing our jobs. Can't be too careful these days; there is a lot of shit going down... sorry, pardon my French."
Cheryl stood frozen, but her mind was a-buzz. Maybe she knew all along that she would be getting totally naked, especially after what had just happened to Jack. She also remembered her boss said something about a wire being found. And she also felt that these weren't the type of guys who would settle for her in just a bikini, when they could have more. She shivered, wondering just how much more.
When Eddie cleared his throat, she knew it was show time.
A mother of two, Cheryl wasn't completely satisfied with her body, but knew that that her 36DD breasts would surely hold their attention. She untied the top of her bikini, spun it around to untie the back, and handed it over. She took their gasps as a strange compliment, although they made her blush even more. But she also hoped her breasts would divert their attention while she quickly slipped off her bottoms. She didn't hand them over though. Instead, she kept them balled up in her hand. They were too distracted to notice.
When Eddie instructed her to make a slow half turn, Cheryl was happy to have those stripper-like shoes, for the first time since she got them. She felt as if they were helping her strut. Although it did made it a little harder when she had to bend down to touch her toes. She also knew the guys weren't really interested in her flexibility. A lone teardrop fell to the cold tile floor when she had to reach back and spread her ass cheeks apart, next. Then (omigod!) Eddie suddenly asked to see some "pink." Cheryl was too embarrassed to argue and just wanted it to be over, so she readjusted her fingers a little deeper and pulled apart again. She was sure they could see everything now, but apparently they wanted more, so she had to pull deeper and wider. Her eyes were so watery that Cheryl couldn't see much, but she knew Eddie had moved in for a closer look. She braced for his touch.
"That's good. You can turn back around," Eddie said, lightly slapping Cheryl's ass. "And if you ever need a job, my buddy is always looking for new talent." Eddie handed a business card to Cheryl, who was somewhat confused. He also wiped her tears with a hankie. She pulled away from his touch and then, finally realizing that Eddie's buddy ran a strip joint, resumed her indignant pout.
"Ok, you can get dressed now. Enjoy your stay. I gotta go. Take care of her, guys."
Cheryl heaved a sigh of relief. She bent to put her bottoms back on, as Eddie went out the front door. When she looked up, both of the men left wore similar sly smiles. "Ok, guys, you had your fun with me, ha ha," she said, as she tucked the card in her bikini's waistband.
"Are you looking for this?" the bald man teased, holding up her bikini top. She saw that the other one held her robe and shirt behind his back.
"Very funny guys, giv'em back," she said, nervously, as the men began to circle her. "C'mon, guys, quit it!"
The two men, teasing, tossed her bikini top back and forth over her head just out of her reach. She bounced between the two of them, like a topless pinball. Because of their size, she felt so helpless. To make matters worse, they were also taking every opportunity to pinch her ass or cop a quick feel.
The bald man finally turned and started walking through the house, holding the scrap of cloth over his head. Cheryl slowly followed, her hands clutching her breasts. Her ass was also receiving playful slaps from the other man as he herded her along. She was thankful that the house was otherwise empty. She saw the bright light of day and figured, with some relief that she was finally being led out to the pool area.
Cheryl stepped out onto the patio. The bright sun temporarily blinded her, and its heat hit her like a fist. When her eyes focused, she saw the blonde nearby sitting in a pool chair, wearing only a small Confederate flag bikini. There was an empty chair next to her. Cheryl wanted to sit down, but she wanted her top back, too. She saw the bald man waving it in the air, standing by a small pool house. Sighing at this juvenile game, she walked towards the pool house. But she stopped suddenly, as she realized she was acting like a rat following the scent of cheese, and she didn't want to be trapped like one.
"Looks like I'm going to be sunbathing topless," she said, and then she stuck her tongue out, in the bald man's direction.
As she started to turn around, the man who was following her scooped her up off her feet and carried her squirming body into the pool house. She cried out to the blonde for help, but only heard a giggle, as the pool house door slammed shut. Cheryl was tossed onto an old wicker love seat. She got up quickly and tried to run to the door, but just bounced off the bald man and fell to the rubber matted floor.
"Please, guys, don't hurt me," Cheryl pleaded.
The men turned to each other and shared an evil laugh. The bald man turned back to Cheryl with a sly smile. "Didn't you hear what Eddie said? No one will hurt you here."
"Then let me out of here!" Cheryl cried out.
"But didn't you also hear him say 'take care of her, guys?'"
"C'mon, guys, let me go!" Cheryl pleaded, as she shifted back over to the love seat.
"Oh, we will," the bald man chuckled, while he tapped on the front of his pants. "But first you're gunna have to 'finish what you started.' Eddie also said that. Remember?"
When he moved his hand, Cheryl gasped, seeing that his pants were definitely "happy."
"No way!" Cheryl cried, as the men crept forward. "I'm marr..." She reflexively covered her mouth with her hand, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly pushing papers didn't seem that bad.
But they didn't seem to notice. "Talking time is over. Time to use them sultry red lips for a better purpose," the bald man sneered. He pulled her off the love seat and onto her knees. "Don't say you never dun this before."
She tried to scamper away, but the bald man grabbed her ponytail. When she looked up, the other man had already dropped his pants and was pulling his cock out of his boxers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure looking in one of the windows (and it had blonde hair). Cheryl tried to move out of the way of the advancing cock, but the bald man was controlling her head. She felt a hand on her breast and it quickly went for a nipple twister. She let out a squeal. It was the opportunity the man standing in front of her was looking for, and he quickly stuffed his semi hard cock into her open mouth. She gagged, as the bald man began pushing her head back and forth on his partner's cock.
She gasped (for air), when they finally gave her second to breathe. She also gasped (in surprise) when she saw another face in the window. Recognizing Jack's slick black hair, her mind was racing. She took the cock back in her mouth. This time the bald man didn't need to push and pull; now she slurped on the cock, freely.
‘Was this Jack's plan all along,’ she thought, ‘to seduce the blonde?’ She felt the bald man's hands wrap around her breasts, and this time he caressed them. It reminded her that she had never been with two men before, except in her dreams. Her husband's face suddenly flashed before her mind's eye, and she stopped sucking. But the big goon just grabbed her ears and started fucking her face.
‘Geez, what choice do I have?’ she thought. She started sucking again to try to stop the gagging face fuck. Her quick excuse to herself: She was undercover, and with Jack and her target, Maria, watching, she figured she wasn't in any real danger... if she just cooperated, anyway. She hoped Jack knew what he was doing. And she also hoped her husband would understand... Besides, though she'd never admit it, sucking cock while being pawed at -- with an audience watching -- was starting to really turn her on. And when she felt a hand slip into the front of her bikini bottoms a couple of minutes later, she wondered if the hand's owner would know. His quick laughter was the answer.
"Man, this bitch is good to go," the bald man said, pulling on her hair. "Here, have a taste." His slimy fingers slipped into her mouth, and after a slow start, she licked them with real enthusiasm. Although it had been a while, it wasn't the first time she had tasted her own pussy juice.
‘If they want to freak me out, they're gunna have to try harder than that,’ she thought with a smirk. She didn't even get flustered when, a few minutes later, the goon in her mouth started cumming; she had used the interval to prepare for the inevitable. It also brought back some "backseat" memories.
The bald man pulled back on her hair again. She opened her mouth gratefully when she saw a silver flask in his hand. But she gagged and shuddered, as the flask's contents burned her throat. ‘Cheap men, cheap whiskey,’ she thought. Still, when she saw the bald man unzipping his fly, she hoped he had more whiskey in that flask. She had a feeling she was going to need it.
It was much, much later when Cheryl stumbled out of the pool house. The sun was considerably lower in the sky. She scrambled into the pool, not even pausing to take off her shoes. Submerging briefly, she ran her hands over her tender flesh. A lone water chair floated by, and she climbed on top of it. It was a struggle; her whole body ached. Once aboard, she finally relaxed, letting the cool water wash over her lower body. It was soothing.
She paddled until she could see the pool house where she had been for quite a while. She wondered just how long it had been. She could see that there seemed to be movement from inside. The big goon slowly walked out the door and offered a wave. She just shook her head, remembering that he shot off in her mouth and then still came back for more. The bald guy followed. He just smiled. She knew it was a satisfied one, since he had enjoyed both her mouth and her pussy. He seemed get a charge out of switching back and forth.
Two more of the guys walked out and never even looked her way. Cheryl laughed. She felt they might be a little more than just friends, although they still had their fun with her. When one fucked, one got sucked. But Cheryl felt like they were showing off for each other and the other men and that she was just their prop.
Cheryl could see one more figure in the pool house, and she knew who it was. She remembered the look on Jack's face when he walked into the pool house: pure lust. He had watched her with four men, and he wanted to be number five. Yet he announced that he wasn't there for a blowjob, and he wasn't there for a shot at her cum-dripping pussy. Cheryl shivered, just like she did earlier in the pool house when he said he wanted to fuck her ass. It wasn't exactly a first for her, but it was a first with a cock the size of Jack's.
Cheryl splashed some water on her face, as it burned again. And not from the setting sun. There were some things that puzzled her. She tried to work out the questions that danced in her head. Like when Jack first walked in, why didn't anyone seemed surprised? Why did she let Jack join in, especially after he announced his intentions? Where did the lubricant come from? Where did Jack learn to use his fingers like that, to open her asshole? Why wasn't she more scared when she felt Jack's impressive cock knocking on her backdoor? Was that the most powerful orgasm she's ever had? Was it the mixture of pleasure and pain? Or was it because everyone was watching? And when he was through, why did she have to suck off the bald guy and the goon one more time?
Cheryl splashed some pool water into her mouth and spit it out, wondering why she didn't do more of that earlier. She thought about the blonde, next. Why did the girl come inside the pool house and stand in the corner when Jack was butt fucking her? But why did she leave so soon and miss Jack's cum shot?
A naked Jack walking out of the pool house and into the pool interrupted her thoughts. He swam over to her. "Enjoying the water?"
Cheryl nodded with a smile, although she felt awkward.
"That's good baby, but this isn't the place we should be hanging around in, if you know what I mean."
Cheryl did. She quickly flopped off the chair, and they made their way out of the pool. There were no towels around and Cheryl couldn't find her pool bag. Jack was dressing in the pool house, and Cheryl really didn't want to go near it, but she finally made her way over.
"Jack, I can't find my stuff. Where are my clothes?" she said, standing in the doorway and primly averting her eyes.
"No clue, anything important in your bag?"
Cheryl thought about it. "Nothing really, just a towel, some sun block..."
"Alright, then, forget it," Jack said, interrupting. "Here, take this." He unbuttoned his shirt and passed it to her. She cringed, because she was wet, and the white shirt immediately turned transparent, but it was the best she was going to get. Jack carried most of his clothes in a bundle as they hurried back through the house towards the front door.
"Hey, here it is," Jack said, scooping up her pool bag from the foyer floor. Cheryl, though more confused than ever, didn't linger.
Jack opened the passenger door and helped her in. Dropping the bag at her feet, he circled around to the driver's side, jumped in, and took off with a roar. Curiously, the front gate was open.
"Jack, what the heck just happened? I mean... is the blonde coming over later? But forget that, why did you let those guys do that to me? Was there a screw-up?"
"Ah, well, interesting word," he said with a laugh. "No, I think things went swimmingly!"
"Funny, Jack," Cheryl sneered.
"Ok, we have some drive time, I guess I can tell you now." He turned off the car's radio. "Well, you see, it goes like this. It's a small world sometimes, where people know people and their kinks."
"Jack, don't talk like you're trying to bullshit a jury," she snapped. "I just want to know what the fuck's going on."
"Ok, ok, I guess you'll find out everything anyway," he said, pointing at her bag between her feet. "Look in the bag."
Cheryl opened the bag and saw some anonymous videotapes had been added to her stuff. "What are those?"
"Tapes... surveillance tapes. That's what we came after, after all."
"Yeah, that's what this was all about."
"You see Cheryl, some things are easily explained... and some not."
"Sorry, Cheryl. So, ah, here are the facts. Mr. Carrasso would never talk to me. I'm defending his rival, after all. He'd like to see him rot in jail, but he wouldn't testify to do it. That's not his style. And his daughter would never admit to sleeping with Porrello, period. She knows it would kill her father if he knew. I think that's kind of why she did it. And that sex tape. It doesn't exist anymore -- and neither does the informant who saw it."
"Wait, slow down... Murder? How do you know all of this?"
"It's my job."
"Don't be a smart-ass!"
"Sorry... Well, I grew up around here. I know these people. And I wasn't always a lawyer... Besides, it wasn't murder... just a permanent vacation."
"Oh, that's much better. But I'm still a little confused... What's up with the tapes?"
"Yeah, they're tapes of your little performance today, although I'm not sure 'little' is the right word."
"Stick to the explaining, please," Cheryl said, noticing his eyes slide downward to her wet chest.
"Well, the house and the pool house was wired. Honestly, I think it's to keep an eye on his daughter."
"Ah hum, yeah, she is strictly off-limits. The last guy who even touched her hair got his dick chopped off."
"That's why you guys never... Oh my!"
"Yep, as much as I'd have liked to. Me and every guy in there..."
"So you guys settled for me."
"Oh, there was no 'settling' there, believe me. I wouldn't have gone through all of that just to 'settle.'"
"Gee thanks, I think. But what was this really about then? Did you just want to see me suck cock and get fucked? Or get gang-banged? You surely didn't do this just so you could fuck me... And why did it have to be in the ass? And why the fuck are you laughing?"
"Sorry, but I must say, I enjoyed myself... And I know you'll never admit to liking it, so I won't even ask, but I know you did, too."
"Oh yeah," Cheryl groaned, but deep down, she had a feeling he was right. "So now you have the tapes for proof. Is that it?"
"Well, I have the tapes, and on our way back to my place I'm going to stop at a trusted friend's house, and he's going to do some editing."
"What's to stop me from destroying the tapes right now?"
"Nothing, go for it, if you want," Jack said, deciding to tell her the whole truth now. "The tapes aren't for me, anyway."
"Oh, yeah, then who?"
Jack chuckled. "The one person who would probably enjoy seeing them the most."
"What, you gunna show'em to our boss?"
"Not even close, although he played his part well. Think again."
"Jack, stop teasing me. I'm tired."
"I'll bet you are... but I hope you have enough energy for some more."
"Yeah, back at my place. You know I promised you a threesome."
"Only if we couldn't get her to talk... But... wait... you just said she was off-limits."
"Oh, Carrasso's daughter is, that much is true. But it's not with her."
"Look, who says I'm going to do it anyway? Even though I still don't know what the fuck you are talking about.... Lawyers!"
"Oh, I think you will, when you see him -- and her, for that matter."
"You see, truth be told, this isn't even about Carrasso's daughter... you'll soon be eating my girlfriend's pussy."
"Yeah, right! Girlfriend? Wait, I thought you two split." He just smirked. "Fuck you Jack! Don't be fooled by my actions today. I did it 'cause I thought it was, well, something I had to do for the case -- and like I had a choice. But I'm not a whore. I'm not having sex with you and your ugly ho."
Jack laughed. "You didn't think she was ugly when you saw her."
"Yeah, when was that?"
Cheryl scrunched her face. "Huh?"
"Yep, you can't tell me she isn't hot -- especially in that Confederate flag bikini."
"But I'm still not having sex with you and her."
"You're right, you're not!"
"You're having sex with my girlfriend and the main person behind this whole day: your husband."
"Huh? My husband?"
"Wait a fucking minute!" Cheryl screamed. "If your girlfriend was there... Oh you asshole!" she punched him in the shoulder, and the car swerved.
"Easy, don't get us killed here."
"I can't believe you guys. That wasn't even Carrasso's house was it?"
"Nope, close though, two doors down. Just rented it for the day from that short guy in the slick black suit for the price of one naked woman."
"And the big men?"
"Just some guys I use to play high school ball with. They used to block for me, although we never did anything like THAT in high school."
"Oh, you ass," Cheryl said with another punch. "And here I was thinking..."
"Yeah, all an illusion."
"And the tapes are for my husband aren't they?"
"Now you're getting it. He said he likes to watch. Although, I personally don't get it. I mean, if I had a woman like you, I would keep her all to myself."
"Uh huh, but you will share your woman with us?"
"That part of the plan doesn't really thrill me, just like when my buds threw a curve at me and made ME strip in the foyer... Assholes! That wasn't supposed to happen, but I can't wait to see the tape of your search, if your hubby lets me. And don't get mad at your husband, the three way wasn't really his idea, either. Although he didn't fight it too hard."
"The idea was Kimberly Ann's... that's my woman's real name. Let's just say... um... she has a thing for three-ways. It'll be her, you, and for the first time another man... your hubby... but it's a one-time deal. That's the only way she would agree to the whole thing, when the three of us talked it over at last year's Christmas party. But she didn't have blonde hair back then."
"So you guys have been planning this for... like six months. Oh, that rat-bastard husband of mine! He even said this morning that he didn't remember you."
"He said that was the hardest part... keeping secrets from you. But now you know."
"Oh my god, even the boss knows!" Cheryl gasped, as she remembered her meeting with Griswald.
"Calm down, he doesn't know shit, as usual," Jack said, with a chuckle. "All I'll tell him is that we went to Carrasso's today... which we did, sort of, and he refused to meet with us... which is what he did when I phoned last week for a meeting."
"But still..." Cheryl whined.
"So this is between the four of us. Oh, and my guys know nothing more than that they were helping fulfill a soccer mom's fantasy. But I think you fulfilled some of theirs as well. A couple of 'em are married, too. So they won't talk."
"God, I'm so embarrassed."
"Yeah, well, that will wear off."
"You sound so sure."
"If your fantasy was, say, to wear a diaper and drink cow's milk right from the cow, while a midget tickled you, THAT you could be embarrassed about."
"Shut up!" Cheryl said, with a giggle.
"Really now... Once in your life, you wanted to know what it was like to be controlled by a group of men. I don't see a problem with that."
"But Jack, I see a small problem," Cheryl said, a small smile forming on her lips.
"What if I liked it so much that I want to do it again?"
Jack smiled. "Well, all you have to is whistle. Just put your lips together and blow..."
Thanks for reading my tale.