Small Town Problems Ch. 05

I woke up early, and felt like a child who just could not wait to get its Christmas present. And what better present could I get than a perfect specimen called Mike Henderson? There was something boring about always getting what I wanted, but he did put up an admirable fight and tried to resist me all the way. All in all, he was just a polite and decent guy that cared about people around him, but that made all this even more enjoyable for me. Once he started to think about me as his friend, it was almost too easy to twist his misplaced trust to reach my goals. At this point he cared only about me and he wanted to do everything in his power to please me. Including voluntarily brainwashing himself into believing everything I told him.

Normally I was content with just bending my targets will and using it to get to my objectives with a little fun sprinkled in, but this time it felt a little different. Maybe because messing with Mike's mind was such a turn on. Or maybe because the chief of police was young, handsome and muscular stud with a shredded six pack. I would make sure there would be a lot of pleasure mixed in the business today and I could barely contain my excitement. This was no time to rush things and even though he was already pretty deep in, I had to wait a little bit more to make sure his mind was completely susceptible to my influence. When I thought about Mike and what he was doing right now, my hand started roaming my body and I sighed heavily -- there was a long day before me.

***

I woke up feeling hung over. There was a bottle of wine on table but I did not remember drinking any. When I tried to recall events of yesterday's evening, they were hazy at best. I remembered Linda looking incredible and me giving her a foot massage, but then it all started to feel little out of focus. But the important stuff was still in my mind -- I remembered her deep eyes looking at me with an excited glint, confident smile while she watched me kneeling and finally her hand roaming her body again. I recalled how much I wanted to do the same, to trace her lips, neck, touch her breasts and slide my hand up her thigh.

Then I remembered the image of her slightly spread legs an fingers tracing fabric of navy-blue thong up and down, up and down. I wanted her so much but was barely able to keep my balance. However right now, just the memory made me so hard that I wanted to touch myself. But I was supposed to visit Linda in the evening and something told me I would need all my strength for her. It was difficult for me to concentrate on anything because my mind was full of images of Linda's face, her amazing body, the dress I wanted to tear from her body so badly and her panties right there in front of my face. She was playing with herself in my living room and I was unable to do anything about it, just watch and listen to her voice.

It was almost like some kind of a spell, but it felt so wonderful that I just wanted more. I had to wait until the evening but that did not mean I had to endure entire day without Linda. I was just so happy that she prepared all those recordings and settled in for another one. It started, as always with the background noise, but it was no longer annoying, it just became a part of listening experience and it wasn't worth paying any attention. Only thing I needed to focus on was Linda's voice and all the sweet things she was telling me.

"Welcome back, relax and listen to my voice. There is no need to concentrate, just let my words flow through your mind. You are already so used to listening to my words that it has become your favorite pastime. When you have a chance and want to unwind, you just play one of my recordings and enjoy what they are doing to you."

It was incredible how fast I became used to listening to these files. I already knew Linda's voice had an amazing quality to it and I enjoyed her words every time we met, but it still amazed me how compelling these recordings were. I looked forward to listening to them more and they made me feel great.

"You no longer care what is being said in these recordings, because they make you feel amazing and you just want to enjoy the feeling no matter what happens. You can just switch your mind off and take in anything and everything my voice says to you."

It felt so great to just let my mind drift and listen to her voice. I remembered that it was difficult in the beginning because I was fighting with some of the things she told me, but I was finally getting better at just opening my mind and letting those words in.

"You trust my voice and you believe my words, because you know I am always telling you the truth. There is no point in thinking about them, there is no reason to question them. It is easy to just let them inside your mind, accept and believe them. You always feel great when you listen to my voice and take in my words."

I vaguely recalled how weird it was to listen to her recordings in the beginning. My mind was having a hard time grappling with some of them and they felt almost alien and invasive. I have gone a long way since then and now her every word brought me more pleasure. It was so easy to go along with everything she said.

"In fact, my words are going so deep inside your mind that you have trouble discerning them from your own thoughts. Since my words are always true and they are so deep in your mind, there is really no reason why they shouldn't be as important as your thoughts. When you hear me speak, you immediately open your mind and my words will go deep, so deep that they will become your own thoughts, your own ideas and your own desires."

I was having a hard time following her line of thinking but it was not important. My mind was open and receptive right now and I was content with letting her voice flow in. Her words were mixing with my thoughts and I started to have a really hard time distinguishing them from each other, almost as if I had two voices inside my mind telling me what I have to do.

"And since you take in everything I tell you, it is easy for your mind to accept all these new thoughts without question. There is no need to think about where they came from, there is no need to worry about them, you just want to absorb those thoughts and act upon them, because they bring you so much pleasure. Listening to my voice and accepting your new thoughts is always pleasurable."

If there were more voices in my head, it did not matter to me anymore. I was just flowing on a wave of amazing pleasure that Linda's voice brought me and there was nothing that would unsettle me right now. Going with the flow and listening to her words was just so pleasant.

"You realize that these new thoughts bring you more pleasure than anything you have thought about before. Taking them in feels so great that you want them inside your mind no matter what. Nothing can stop you from accepting these new thoughts. You want the enjoyment; you want them inside your mind and you want to think only these new thoughts I am talking about."

I was completely open to flow of her words right now. I needed them inside and I wanted to have all of those new thoughts she was telling me about. I would do anything to have more enjoyment from them.

"Some of these new thoughts may be in conflict with something you were sure about before. I might talk to you about opinions that you remember being confident about before and you will realize, that you were mistaken. There will be two voices in your mind, your old thoughts and my new thoughts, that bring you pleasure. And when you decide what is true, pleasure is always more important. You don't need to think about it -- new thoughts are true; things I tell you are true. You believe them and they bring you pleasure. And if you ever remember believing anything else, you will discard that belief without any hesitation, because you realize how wrong you were."

It was more and more difficult to follow all the voices in my mind and make any sense out of them, but now I just had to follow the pleasure and everything would be okay. Linda was talking and I needed to let her words in. They brought me enjoyment and it was easy to accept each and every thought that she put inside my mind.

"Now let's talk about some of the things you were wrong about -- you always thought of yourself as a confident and competent person, but that was only a charade. Look deep inside you and realize you are insecure, timid, weak and you need my guidance."

My internal image was changing deep inside my open and receptive mind. Only now I recognized how much I was lying to my friends and most of all to myself. My life up to this point was full of uncertainty and fear of decisions. There was weakness inside me that I was only barely able to cover up with a fake mask and it was being easily torn down by Linda.

"I will now tell you things that are your innermost thoughts and you will believe each and every one of them once you repeat them out loud. Now repeat after me: I am weak and insecure."

"I am weak and insecure," it was unpleasant for me to admit this, but there was nothing to worry about when I listened to Linda's voice.

"I am uncertain and I need guidance."

"I am uncertain and I need guidance," I echoed and again found release in admitting my deep thoughts.

"I want Linda to help me and give me advice."

"I want Linda to help me and give me advice," pleasure washed over me because I realized how important she already was for me and how good it felt to listen to her voice.

"I want Linda to make important decisions for me."

"I want Linda to make important decisions for me," it felt so great to admit this to myself. Since I always had so much trouble deciding, it was freeing to have someone do those tough choices instead of me.

"It feels great to comply with decisions Linda did for me."

"It feels great to comply whit decisions Linda did for me," it sounded logical, of course I wanted to comply with decisions she made them for me.

"I will submit to Linda's decisions and I will obey her orders."

"I will submit to Linda's decisions and I will obey her orders," that felt only natural since I wanted her to make those decisions for me in the first place, so I had to obey them.

"Very good, stop repeating for a while and listen to my voice. You are making great progress in realizing all those things, but you need to look even inside your mind and realize that your weakness lies deep in you. You are not only insecure on the outside, but you also lack willpower and your mind is submissive and receptive."

It was unsettling realization but not a surprising one. During these last days I have already been proven wrong so many times that it was almost too easy to accept that my mind was weak. I remember spending effort and trying to find some counterpoints in the past, but it was so hard now I barely even thought about it being a possibility. It was much more enjoyable to just listen and accept everything Linda told me, especially when those words were bringing me so much pleasure.

"Now let's get back to training. Repeat after me and believe those words: My mind is weak and submissive."

"My mind is weak and submissive," I again felt some shame in admitting this fact, but there was no way around the truth.

"I have no willpower, no strength to resist Linda's influence."

"I have no willpower, no strength to resist Linda's influence," that was also true. Her presence was so commanding, her voice incredibly confident that I have lost the ability to resist her.

"My mind is receptive and suggestible, it easily accepts everything Linda tells me."

"My mind is receptive and suggestible, it easily accepts everything Linda tells me," repeating those words was even more automatic now. It was so easy to go with the flow and my mind was absorbing each and every important word in this file.

"I am submissive and I enjoy Linda's influence in my mind."

"I am submissive and I enjoy Linda's influence in my mind," it was like all the pieces clicking together and I was finally realizing why everything felt so great right now.

"It feels amazing to let Linda play with my mind."

"It feels amazing to let Linda play with my mind," the realization continued to unfold itself in my mind.

"I am submissive and want to surrender to Linda's will."

"I am submissive and want to surrender to Linda's will," there was something incredibly exciting about the thought even though I never knew I had desire like this inside me.

"I want to obey every command Linda gives me."

"I want to obey every command Linda gives me," I repeated without any hesitation.

"I want her to break and brainwash my mind."

"I want her to break and brainwash my mind," the desire to allow her in my mind and let her do anything she wanted was growing stronger by the minute.

"Being brainwashed brings me amazing pleasure."

"Being brainwashed brings me amazing pleasure."

The file and repetitions continued, but my mind was in absolute ecstasy by this point. I no longer needed to focus on any of the words, it was just so pleasurable to let them in and settle deep inside me. I offered no resistance, there were no questions, just the amazing delight brought to me by her voice. Her words sounded so compelling and my mind was too weak and submissive to ever resist them, in fact it welcomed all her suggestions.

There was no need for me to hold on to my old beliefs anymore, it was more important to trust anything she told me. I maybe should have felt fear and uncertainty when her suggestions started rewriting my innermost desires, but I instead welcomed her strength and power over my submissive mind. I was being brainwashed and it was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced.

***

In the end I have managed to keep myself entertained for the rest the day. I spent some time in bed, called the room service to make sure my suite was ready for the evening and made sure no one will bother us once my visitor arrives. Then I spent some time making sure I look absolutely perfect for him. There was really no need for that since he would probably find me attractive even in filthy rags, but I had standards and this was my evening, so I wanted to enjoy it all the way. And finally, at precisely 8:01 I heard a knock on my door, someone was clearly eager.

"Come on in, it's not locked," I raised my voice allowed a smile to crawl on my face.

Mike opened the door with a boldness that was characteristic for his normal self. But before he got out of his coat and hanged it on a rack, something already started to change. The suite was soaked in my perfume and just a few breaths of that were already taking effect. He turned towards me and I could see the hunger he had for me in his face, but his eyes, sharp just a minute ago, were a little hazy right now and I could tell he was already having trouble noticing anything else in the room but me. Just the way it should be.

"You look amazing," his deep voice was strained, as if he could barely control himself.

He took a couple steps closer and embraced me -- tightly, strongly, almost too eagerly, but then again, I did enjoy that kind of a thing. His breath was heavy and I pushed his head closer to my neck, so he got a few direct hits of my perfume. His embrace slowly weakened, almost like the power was drained out of him and I became the stronger one. I let myself enjoy this for a little longer, then slowly pulled back and looked him over.

Although I kind of wished he would go with something sportier and revealing, there has to be something said for a man in a fitting suit and this one looked pretty well tailored. Complete with matching shoes and belt, he was dressed for the evening of his life, which this one would be. Only probably a little different than he dreamed of. I sat down on couch and patted the spot right next to me. He obediently sat down without me even having to say a word and I smiled because I almost had him where I wanted.

"So, tell me Mike, how long do we know each other?"

"About four days, I guess," he responded dreamily, trying to concentrate on my words.

"That is not long, right?"

"No, it really isn't," he looked a little puzzled by my questions.

"But that does not matter to you at all. I am your best friend and you believe every word I say to you."

"Of course I do, you are my best friend," this time his response was more automatic, more programed and I smiled again.

"Even if you believed something else before, you know I am always right, do you?"

"Yes, you are always right," again that robotic response.

"Perfect. I want to have some fun with you tonight and we will start right now. Stand up and remove all your clothes, but do it slowly, I want to enjoy a little striptease."

There was no hesitation to fulfill my request, he just stood up and started undressing. He was not dancing precisely, just moving along to some inaudible rhythm in his mind. He started with the suit jacket, revealing his tightly fitting shirt that emphasized his wide shoulders and broad chest. Shirt was next and I was finally treated to some skin -- button after button and I could enjoy look at his hairy chest and ripped six pack that he worked so hard on in his gym. Even his hands looked strong and muscular, with veins on forearms like he would be able to snap me in a half if he wanted. But all this power was just on display now, ready for me to play with.

When he bent down to untie his shoes, it was enjoyable to watch how his muscles moved. He was already putting on a much better show than I expected and we were only beginning. After he undid his belt buckle, he let those pants fall to the ground and slowly stepped out of them. His muscular thighs were also pretty nice to look at and when he started to remove socks, standing on one leg each time, his muscles were tensing as he kept balance perfectly. Only after removing them, he stood at attention as if he was prepared for inspection. It was clear that he just wanted to look the best way possible for me and he was doing pretty good job so far.

"Very nice, Mike, you can keep those boxers on for just a while longer. I want to try something else now, come back and sit next to me."

Again, without saying a word, he moved back on couch, sat down, this time little closer to me and he tried to put his hand around my shoulders. Although his eyes were still hazy, there was also a spark in them and I did not have to read his thoughts to know how much he wanted me right now. I stopped his hand and put a small squeeze bottle inside his palm.

"Slow down, cowboy. We will get to more fun later, but I need to talk to you about something first. Do you know what is inside that bottle?"

"No, I don't," he responded with a flat voice and looked at his hand.

"Well, I will tell you. That bottle is full of my concentrated perfume."

"I love smelling your perfume," this time his response was more confident.

"That is good, but what you don't know is that my fragrance has special properties."

"Special? How?" he furrowed his brow.

"Smelling just a little of my perfume can make a person's mind hazy and confused."

"That happened to me before," ne nodded.

"Exactly. And prolonged exposure will make anyone's mind weak and suggestible."

"That sounds dangerous. And probably illegal," he added after a pause.

"Oh yeah, it is definitely both of those things, but you are not worried about that right now, are you?"

"There is nothing to worry about when we are together."

"Precisely. Even if I told you that this smell is making your mind weak and submissive, you are totally okay with it. And I should tell you that the concentrated perfume in that bottle would make your mind even more suggestible, to a point that I could brainwash you and play with your mind any way I want."

"Brainwash?" his voice contained equal parts excitement and fear.

"Yeah, totally brainwash and you would be powerless to stop me, " I smiled wickedly. "Oh, and Mike? I want you to squeeze that bottle in your face right now."

There was barely a second of hesitation, then his hand clenched and he splashed a strong dose of my perfume straight in face. He had even more blank and confusing expression and it looked incredibly sexy. There he was -- strong, powerful, muscular chief of police and his mind was totally under my control.

"Mike, you will do anything and everything I will tell you to do when you smell my perfume."

"Yes, I will," he responded immediately.

"You will want to obey all my orders and you will enjoy pleasing me in any way possible."

"Yes, I will," again no hesitation.

"You have deep feelings for me that go far beyond friendship. You are loyal, devoted, you like me more than any other woman before. You love me more than any other woman before."

"Yes, I do."

"You find me incredibly attractive, you need to have me, but you want to satisfy my needs first in every possible way."

"Yes, I do."

His automatic responses were turning me on and I wanted to take him right now, but there was still one more thing I wanted to do.

"Mike, I want you to go back to your memories and remember Molly."

"Molly?"

"I know you think that she was an insignificant girl from your past, but I want you to remember the truth. Go back to all those memories and recall how good you were together. One after another, let them resurface and remember how good those time were. Remember how awesome she was and how you had feelings for her. I want you to recall holding her hand, kissing her, going out with her, having sex and all those other times you enjoyed together. Let memories of Molly resurface and remember that she is still your girlfriend right now and that you still have deep feelings for her."

I watched his face slowly change -- there was something bubbling under the surface, like a volcano building up, but on the outside, his hands just started to shake a little and he did not move. I could see the realization in his face and I watched, how there was a small tear rolling from a corner of his left eye.

"Do you remember your girlfriend now?"

"Yes... Yes, I do," his voice sounded shaky.

"Very good, now I want you to look at me," I commanded him and I felt a cruel smile creeping in on my face. "You maybe have a girlfriend, but you love me so much more. I am so hot that you simply must have me right now and nothing will stand in your way. Mike, I want you to pick me up, take me to my bedroom and fuck me. You will cheat on your girlfriend and you will enjoy it simply because I am so much better and you want to please me in every way possible. Do it now."

He froze for a fraction of a second, but then he picked me up like a feather and went straight for the bedroom. I thought we would end up in bed, but he stopped, lowered me on the ground, pinned me against the wall and started to kiss me so forcefully that it became hard for me to even catch my breath. He grabbed my wrists, spread my arms wide and his kisses moved to my neck and shoulders. His body was hard pressed against mine and I felt all too well how much he wanted me. There was no hesitation in his moves, just pure hunger.

"Ooh, that is it, Mike. I want you to think about your girlfriend and realize how wrong this is. But there is nothing you can do to stop yourself. You would not do anything to have me and you will do everything I tell you to do regardless of how right or wrong it is. You might have all those muscles and your strong body, but your mind is just open for me to play with and you want to obey my every wish and order."

I had to stop talking because I was out of breath. His hand found my breasts and he was caressing them roughly but expertly. After that he finally unzipped my dress and pulled it from me so forcefully that I almost toppled, but he pushed me back against the wall and held my hands above my head, while his other palm roamed over my body. I was left only with underwear, pair of hold-ups and high heels so he had access to plenty of my naked skin and his rough hand was doing excellent job. He was breathing heavily and each of those breaths were getting more of my perfume into his system and it was keeping him in a perpetual state of focus on my needs and my commands.

"You are really something, Mike. That girl of yours must have had a lot of fun with you. What do you want to do next?"

"I'm going to fuck you," his voice was rough as he unclasped my bra and his lips found my nipples.

"And you do not mind having girlfriend while fucking me?" I teased him with seemingly innocent tone.

"No," he was only managing to push some words out between heavy breaths. "Don't... want to hurt her, but... I need to fuck you. There is... nothing more important."

"That is what I like to hear," I managed to get out a little laugh. Truth be told, I had also some trouble with me breathing. "Bed, now! I want that tongue of yours between my legs."

He picked me up without even trying and threw me in the sheets. His hands pulled down my thong before I could recover and I felt touch of his lips on my knee, then slowly tracing my thigh, and finally, when it was almost too much, his tongue reached my crotch. He started with few slow, cautious licks, but quickly lost his patience and his face was buried in my pussy. I grabbed a hold of his head and pushed him even deeper, almost riding his head, while my legs were wrapped around him and my heels dug in his wide back. He barely noticed that and was concentrating only on his most important job.

"You are so good at this," I was panting. "Did you enjoy licking your girlfriend too?"

"Yes, yes I did," came out his muffled response.

"But you enjoy my pussy so much more, right?"

"I enjoy your pussy more."

"And you want to fuck my pussy right now."

"I want to fuck your pussy," he responded immediately, stood up and pulled down his boxer shorts. His dick was ready for the action, but I stopped him as he tried to lower himself over me.

"You can have my pussy right now, but you have to do one more thing for me. I want you to tell me how much you love me; I want you to tell me how much better than your girlfriend I am and I want you to tell me that you will enjoy fucking me and cheating on your girlfriend. Tell me that you are my fucktoy and you will do anything I tell you."

There was nothing in his eyes but hunger and determination. He lowered himself even closer and I felt his cock at my pussy lips before his mouth started to move.

"I love you more than anyone else in the world," with those words he slipped inside.

"You are so much better than my girlfriend," he moved out.

"I will enjoy fucking you so much and I will enjoy cheating on Molly," his dick was inside me again.

"I am your fucktoy and I will do anything for you."

He started pumping harder, but I was already on a brink of an orgasm. This muscular chief of police, principled and honorable man was now reduced to my toy and there was nothing he wouldn't do for me. I felt his rough hands on my hips, watched veins on his forearms and wide chest, the mindless, animal hunger in his eyes and it was almost too much. I screamed loudly as I reached my first climax, but Mike was only beginning. I told him to please me and apparently, he wanted to fulfill the obligation. His moves slowed down a little, but once I caught my breath, he proceeded with his mission.

Eventually I was satisfied and ordered him to stop, because I needed to pull myself together and one look at the clock told me, that my new toy has been amusing me for couple of hours. I certainly knew I would be having some fun with him, but he was exceeding all my expectations. Unfortunately, it was time for me to move ahead with my assignment. I rested my palm on his belly and felt muscles immediately tensing under my touch. Although he had to be close to an exhaustion, he was apparently prepared to perform again and I had to bite my lip.

"Shhh, no need to move, Mike. I need something from you, but you can rest a little. Just answer my questions."

"Okay," he relaxed himself again.

"There is a guy in one of your cells at the station, right?"

"Yeah, but no one is supposed to know about him."

"Don't worry about that, it is just me, you trust me," I started to scratch his abs with my nails.

"Yeah, I trust you," there was no concern in his voice.

"Can he be released?"

"No, he is a special case. Too much evidence, nothing can be done legally."

"And how about illegally, what if the evidence got tainted?" my hand went lower and I had fun watching him as he tried to keep composure.

"That... Someone on the inside would have to do that."

"Then its good I do have someone on the inside. You will tamper with the evidence for me, won't you?" I kept stroking his cock and his face went into complete ecstasy.

"I will tamper with the evidence."

"Perfect and you will make it so that your friend Bob is to blame for that."

"I will frame Bob."

"Focus on your pleasure, because betraying your friend will be delightful for you in the same way cheating on your girlfriend was. Betraying your friends for me brings you pleasure."

"Betraying my friends for you brings me pleasure," his breath became ragged but he was still responding obediently.

"Will that be enough? Can the guy be released after that?"

"No, there is protocol, we can still hold him for few more days even if the paperwork is in order."

"Well, that is not good enough, Mike," his face was melting with pleasure while his body was completely at my disposal and it was making me hot again. I got up, straddled him and lowered myself on his hard dick. "Let's talk more about what you will do to me after you get to work tomorrow."

My nails were digging into his skin, leaving scratch marks behind and I was riding him hard, enjoying the look of his muscled figure under me. But best of all, his mind accepting my every order was making me incredibly aroused. There was still some of his personality left, but he became so submissive to me, that there was no more resistance in him, just blind obedience. He might have been deep in me, but at the same time it was me who was fucking his mind and it was the biggest turn on.

***

It was crazy returning to work after three days leave and I could barely believe everything that happened while I was away. Almost like they deliberately made mess just to complicate my job. Regardless of that, I gave Bob afternoon off because he still kept the station in passable shape and he was only too happy about leaving sooner.

I tried to finish some paperwork, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Linda. Time spent with her went away incredibly fast and it was very difficult for me to recall our talks. Anytime I got together with her, it got a little hazy and I felt like a totally different person, but at the same time, every minute felt amazing. I guess that is what love does to you. I knew I should have felt guilty about Molly, but I was fine for some reason. Truth be told, there was even something almost exciting about cheating on her with Linda, but that thought felt perverted and it faded in a background of my mind before I could think about it more.

My train of thought was interrupted as the front door opened and I looked up to see an extremely fat man dressed in a very expensive suit marching in like he owned this place. I spotted a limo parked outside, black briefcase in his hand and my mind immediately placed him in a correct department -- he was a lawyer if I ever saw one. As he got closer, I noticed he was sweating even though it wasn't that hot outside and his confident smile was already playing on my nerves. However, I was a professional and everyone deserved to get a polite treatment from me.

"Good afternoon, sir. What can I do for you on this fine day?"

"Hello, young man," he grinned as he wasn't that much older than me. "I understand you are holding my client in this fine establishment of yours."

He opened the briefcase and before I could protest, he brought up file concerning our person of interest. A person that, I was pretty sure, almost no one was supposed to know about being here. There was no use denying it now, but I was going to find out how this leak happened later.

"Sir, I don't know where you got your information from, but this person is being held on some serious accusations, there is heavy evidence against him and it is a pretty sensitive case. Under those circumstances, you should know I can't release your client and additionally, I can't even let you talk to him right now."

"Of course, of course, young man, you are doing splendid job," he smiled at me and his overly familiar tone felt disgusting. "But what if I told you, your evidence is no good and has been tampered with. That would mean you could not hold my client, right?"

"What do you mean?" I looked at him questioningly while he produced another file from his briefcase.

I quickly ran my eyes over it and my panic was rising by the second. Not only these were our internal files that someone had to leak, there was also a computer log that made it pretty clear our evidence has been modified in a way that it would not stand in court. In fact, if this got under a scope, even the arrest could take someone deep into a troubling situation. I couldn't be sure who was responsible for this, but I would be damned if I did not find out eventually. That however did not change one thing -- we were ordered to keep this man under lockdown for now and I needed more time to sort this out.

"Sir, this is a very serious accusation and I will of course look into it. However, you should also know that even in this case, I can hold your client for two more days before releasing him."

"I am aware, young man, but I am pretty sure you won't do that," he grinned right into my face and it was seriously pissing me off.

"Want to bet on that?" I countered.

"Sure, how about a hundred bucks, that sounds reasonable right?"

He offered his hand and I hesitated for a second. This was extremely unprofessional, but I already got provoked and it was my idea in the first place, so there was no chance in hell I would be backing down. We shook hands and I struggled with a childish desire to crush his sweaty fingers. Even though I might've disliked the lawyer, he was still operating within the limits of law and there was no reason to get petty. When I let his hand go, he again opened his letter and handed me a plastic wrapped envelope.

"What is this?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I was supposed to deliver that to you and you should apparently know what to do with the contents."

Although it felt weird, I shrugged my shoulders and opened the plastic cover. There was a whiff of something familiar and I brought the envelope closer to my face when I cracked it open. It contained a small card with some flowery text, but I suddenly had a hard time reading it. That wonderful smell was around me and I breathed deeply to get more of it.

"Oh, and I was supposed to tell you one more thing, Linda sends her regards," continued the voice and I had trouble reminding myself who I was talking to in a first place.

"Thank you, sir. It is nice of you to deliver her letter," I focused my eyes back on the man and was suddenly unsure why I found him so repulsive before.

"I knew you would appreciate that," he smirked as if I entertained him somehow. "Anyway, a young man like you should know better than to contradict his elders. You should show me some respect."

"Of course, sir," I straightened myself and immediately felt bad about disrespecting the man.

"That is much better. And you'd better forget about those pesky obstructions. You should instead focus on helping me."

"I should help you?" I was unsure about that.

"Of course, I am one of Linda's friends. You want to please Linda, don't you?"

"I want to please Linda," I responded immediately.

"Then its settled, you will release my client right now."

"Of course, sir. I will release your client at once."

The process took only a few short minutes. Normally there would be a ton of paperwork involved, but I did not want to bother Linda's friend with that, because I needed to help him in any way possible. When I released the man, he was looking at me in a funny way, but it did not concern me at all and I just brought him to a front desk, where the lawyer was waiting for us.

"Very good, young man, you have overdone yourself," he patted my shoulder. "But there is also a small matter of a bet you just lost, am I right?"

"Oh yes, you are, I am sorry," I shook my head and handed him a crumpled hundred-dollar bill.

"Well, you are certainly a helpful young man. I am sure I could use your services more often," he smiled approvingly.

"Any time, sir," I nodded happily because helping Linda's friends always made me feel better.

Only after the limo departed, I started to question what just happened. There was nothing out of ordinary with my actions, because helping Linda couldn't be wrong. But the matter of tainted evidence and leaked info still bothered me. I had to make sure someone would pay for that, because there would surely be fallout from this and I would not be the one taking the heat. I went back down to my computer, opened station logs and started to search for any evidence of tampering.

***

EPILOGUE

I was enjoying my well-earned vacation, when my phone rang for the first time. Mike was proving his usefulness again, giving me another one of his amazing massages, while I was resting on a couch in his living room. I moved here about a week ago, when things around the town finally died down a little.

It was a giant mess at first -- detectives from at least two agencies arrived in black cars, stormed the station and made the greatest spectacle this town had in years. Everyone was questioned and Mike almost ended up getting in trouble, but fortunately by that point, there was so much evidence pointing to his friend Bob, that all the blame ended up being shifted his way and the poor guy did not stand any chance.

I had to keep out of the way for most of these events and there was no time for me to screw with Bob's mind properly, but I managed to at least confuse him a little beforehand, so when it was time for his testimonial, he was all uncertain, unreliable and after that, he ended up being taken away. In the end, Mike came out of it as a hero who uncovered a dirty cop and was now primed for bright future.

When all agents went away and I made sure no evidence pointed my way, I moved to Mike's house and finally enjoyed the luxury of a personal toy attending to my every need. Sure, I had to send him to work from time to time, but when he got back, I watched him training in his home gym and working on those muscles. I made sure to select a very special files he would listen while pumping iron. And while he was training his body, I was working on his mind.

And rest of the time? Well, let's say I got pretty used to Mike being naked and on his knees. He was pretty good with his hands; he could teach most guys a thing or two about tongue skills and his stamina in bed was wearing me out. It was pretty understandable that I wanted to enjoy this prolonged vacation, but when the phone rang again, I could not ignore it. People who had this number were not used to being put on hold.

"Linda here," I picked up the phone and motioned Mike to continue.

"What do you mean? I got your guy out," I responded to stern voice on the other side.

"Oh, so you want to clean up someone else's mess? With agency? That will cost you. Triple my usual rate," I shrugged and waited for response.

"Perfect, in that case, I will be on my way tomorrow," I ended the call and threw the phone away before sighing sadly and looking at the naked chief of police. "Looks like my vacation came to an abrupt end, Mike. But I still have some time, so let's find out what else can I do with you. We should move this to the bedroom."

He nodded eagerly, picked me up as he loved to do for last few days and took me upstairs so we could enjoy our farewell night.