Crime Doesn't Pay

I started writing this as an entry for the Crime and Punishment challenge. But work got in the way and it took too long to finish and missed the deadline. Hope you enjoy anyway

Chris was sitting in his tired looking office, sipping on a cup of foul tasting instant black coffee. Business had been quiet recently the posh coffee was now reserved for customers, until he could get some cash flowing in. His last case had been over two months ago and things were starting to look desperate. When he started his investigation business two years ago, after leaving the police, things had been pretty good. Although 'leaving' was probably being generous, pushed was closer to the mark. Apparently calling your inspector a political points grabber in a meeting was not conducive to a continuing career, even if everyone in the Nick pretty much agreed with the sentiment.. He had only been a few months from his first retirement point and had wangled himself into a back office job for the last few months then taken retirement. Financially it should have been a good thing, but being divorced his cheating ex took a fair chunk of his pension. That and putting his two kids though University had eaten heavily into his finances, which is why he had started the business.

To start with it had been fun and pretty easy money. Investigating errant husbands and wives for divorce evidence, monitoring potential fraudulent insurance claimants, nothing complex or hard work. Living on his own meant the strange hours only impacted himself, unless one of the kids was visiting. There had even been a couple of interesting interactions with some of hi female customers, and even one of his targets. But then the the downturn in the economy people were being more frugal with their money, paying an investigator was only something someone would do as a last resort. His assistant cum secretary Lisa was away on holiday with her husband and kids, so he was manning the fort solo.

"Fuck it!" he said to himself rather loudly, "I am going to the cafe for a decent coffee and a bacon sarnie."

He locked up the desk and turned off the computer, then headed out to the stairs. Just as he exited the office a rather weaselly looking man was coming up the stairs.

"Oh you're not closing are you?" he enquired, "just I need your services."

Chris just smiled, "perfect timing, I'll postpone my coffee for a bit. Come in and let's see how I can help."

Despite his welcoming tone of voice, something about the guy put Chris off him immediately. But money's money and beggars can't be choosers as they say.

"I'm Chris by the way,. how can I help?" he asked as he turned on the coffee machine and directed the guy to sit down.

"James, it's rather embarrassing to be honest, but I guess you get this all the time." he breathed, "I think my wife, Julie, is having an affair. We've been married ten years, and she's suddenly started going out more and dressing better. The problem is I'm rather wealthy from running a chain of car dealers, so I made her sign a pre-nup, she was my secretary at the time you see, to protect me."

Chris looked the guy up and down, he was in his sixties wearing expensive shoes, designer suit, very expensive watch and a disgusting cologne. He also noticed a smudge of lipstick on his shirt collar, as well as a faint wiff of an expensive ladies perfume over the cologne.

Chris brain reached the obvious conclusion, "he's found a new bit of skirt and wants to get rid of the wife without her getting at his money." His distaste for the guy went up another notch. But he needed the money.

"OK, I am sure I can help. You have a choice," Chris started to explain, "It's £100 an hour, and I'll only bill the hours I work. Or £600 a day all in, whether I am working during the day or night. Any travel expenses outside a seventy five mile radius will be billed as extras."

"Sounds fine, but I need this discrete and off my books. So how about five grand up front in cash, then let me know when that runs out?" the guy replied, "One of your previous customers recommended you, so I know you can do your job." Then he reached for the small attache case he had brought with him. "The money is inside along with a bunch of information on her. I look forward to hearing from you. The more dirt you can gather the better."

He spent a couple of hours going through the information the guy had left. The more he read the sorrier he felt for the poor woman. Her husband just went further and further down the sleazeball route the more he read.

"Trouble is, I need the money," he said to himself quietly, "this covers the office rent for the next three months and I can afford to buy decent coffee! Lets see what he is up to, hopefully he has his wires crossed. Mind you I wouldn't mind having an affair with her, she is quite cute!"

That evening was supposed to be her 'book club' evening with friends, so he set himself up in his little unmarked van fifty yards or so down the road from the entrance to their little exclusive gated estate and waited. Sure enough, just before seven, Julie's little fiat drove out of the gates and headed towards town. He followed her out of the very posh estate and into town. Eventually she turned into a nice looking road and pulled up outside a nicely presented house. A slightly older lady opened the door and welcomed her with a genteel hug, before shepherding her in. Over the next ten minutes several more cars, all with single female occupants parked on the street and made their way to the house.

"Well either it's a lesbian orgy evening, or she genuinely is at a book club!" he laughed to himself.

He gave it half an hour, as the light fell he grabbed his fake gas company jacket off the back seat and started making his way down the street knocking on doors. Eventually he reached the one Julie was in and approached the house. The front curtains were still open and he carefully attached a very small remote camera to the window, before knocking on the door.

"Sorry to bother you," he asked the lady who opened the door," we've had a report of a possible gas leak in the area. Have you noticed anything?"

"Christ I hope not," laughed the lady, "I'm hosting book club this week and half of them like me are in there smoking and vaping! Mind you, you're welcome to pop back after they've gone in a couple of hours and check for leaks if you want."

He laughed back, "It was a couple of streets over, we're just checking further out to be safe, I'm sure you're OK."

With that he continued down the road knocking on doors, before going back to his van and moving a little further down the road. He kept an eye on the house for the next couple of hours, then followed Julie home.

"Shit!" he thought to himself, "I left the camera on the window!"

Carrying on past the entrance to Julie's estate he headed back to the book club house. Slipping his jacket back on he wandered nonchalantly up to the house, grabbed the camera from the window and knocked on the door.

The lady smiled broadly when she opened the door, "Oh hello again."

"I thought I would just drop back and check everything was still OK, before I head home," he said with a smile.

The lady fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, "you better come in, I think I caught a slight smell of gas after the girls left," she said with a grin.

As Chris stepped through the door, he noticed several buttons on her blouse were now undone, giving a lovely view of her cleavage. She led him through to the kitchen and pointed out the boiler on the wall. He reached into the tool bag he was carrying and pulled out a gas detector, running it all round the boiler.

"Well that seems OK, any other gas appliances?"

"Well there's the fire in the living room." she answered.

He headed in and knelt down by the fire to run the detector round it and the pipes. As he looked back over his shoulder to speak, he realised she had sat down on the sofa behind him.

"Well panic over, everything checks out ok." he said quietly as his eyes locked on to the stocking tops clearly visible where her skirt had fallen open. As he spoke he noticed her knees parting to give a clear view up to a pair of white panties.

"So were there any other places you were concerned about leaks?" he asked quietly.

"Well I do appear to have a bit of a damp spot growing here," she breathed, as she parted her legs further and pulled open her skirt.

Chris could now clearly see a damp spot on the skimpy white panties she was wearing over her white suspender belt and stockings. He moved across the floor and folded the skirt back completely. Then he grasped the waistband of the panties and slid them down her legs, placing them to one side. He pushed her thighs apart a little further and started kissing his way down the inside of her legs, until his mouth was nuzzled against her pussy.

"Oh yes, I'm afraid you have quite a wet patch here, let me see if I can dry it out."

"Fucking hell!" she screamed, as Chris tongue dived into her wet folds, "nobody has done that to me in a while!"

Her hands gripped his head and pulled it hard against her open thighs. He reached in with his hands and started to probe at the entrance to her pussy, one then two then three fingers sliding in and out.

"Oh God, don't stop, dont fucking stop," she cried, "I'm nearlyyyyyyyy........."

At that point her whole body shook violently and her head rolled back as she fought for breath. Her legs went limp and Chris looked up to see a massive smile across her face.

"Take it that hit the spot then?" he laughed.

"God yes, you're the first bloke to eat me out since my ex walked out three years ago!"

Now Chris could see more closely he realised she was probably in her early fifties, a very trim figure and fabulous legs. He reached up and started to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse, as he moved up her body to kiss her passionately.

"It's a bit late I know, but I'm Chris," he laughed, slipping her blouse off her shoulders to reveal a very nice lacy white bra containing a pert set of firm breasts.

"Nice to meet you Chris, I'm Emma, " she replied, pulling him back in for another hungry kiss.

"Why the fuck did your husband leave you?" he asked,

"Traded me in for a younger model," she laughed, "just like the dealership he manages. He's the fool though, she cleaned him out in a year and left him virtually bankrupt. Begged me to take him back, but I told him where to put it!"

"Well we best see about plugging that leak now hadn't we," sniggered Chris.

Emma stood up and pulled Chris to his feet, "Time we balanced up the clothing levels first you cheeky sod!"

As she spoke she was rapidly stripping Chris of his clothing, until he was left in just his rather tightly stretched boxers. She knelt in front of him as she pulled the boxers down his thighs, his erection springing back horizontal as it came free. Her delicate hands reached up and started stroking it as he kicked the boxers away. Leaning forwards, her tongue flicked out to catch the drop of precum leaking from the tip, then her lips locked around the angry looking purple crown. She pulled back and looked up at Chris, staring into his eyes.

"Been a while since I did this as well," she giggled, "I've missed the taste. Hope I haven't lost my technique?"

"So far so good," gasped Chris, "keep that up and you might have a bit more to taste!"

With that Emma reached round to grap the cheeks of his arse and pulled her head in, sliding her lips down his hard flesh. She opened her lips as she reached the bottom, forcing the tip into her throat and past her gag reflex.

"Fuck Emma!" groaned Chris, "You definitely havent lost any technique! That is heavenly!"

A few dips of her head later and her lips were nestled against the tight curls of Chris crotch.

"God I had forgotten how much I love sucking a man!" she laughed, "shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?"

She stood up, grasped his cock and led Chris up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Crawling onto the bed on all fours, she looked over her shoulder at Chris. "I think you better see if your plunger will stop my leak now?"

He laughed loudly, "something tells me that leak is not going to stop anytime soon!"

He crawled onto the bed and knelt behind her, grasping her hips in his hands. As she wriggled her buttocks back at him, he took a chance and gave one of them a gentle slap.

"Ooh yes please!" she giggled, "punish me for being so naughty!"

He slapped each cheek in turn a couple more turns, bringing a faint pink glow to them.

"I said punish me, not tickle me!" she called out. "I'm not going to break! Get that fat cock in my pussy whilst you at it as well!"

"Well if that's what you want," he laughed, "that's what you'll get!"

He placed the tip at the wet entrance to her pussy and eased it inside. Emma was trying to push back against him and force it deeper.

"What did you want then?" he asked as he held his hips back with only the tip just inside her hole.

"I want your cock in me! Stop teasing me!"

"Sorry I can't hear you."

"Fuck me you you bastard! Fuck me like a whore! Slap my arse and fuck my pussy!" she screamed.

"Oh well now you've asked properly," he laughed, then rammed his hips forward driving his flesh deep into her tight hole.

"Yes, yes, yes!" came the screams, as he spanked her cheeks hard in time to his thrusts.

He continued driving into her pussy, shaking her body and the bed, intermittently he would spank alternate cheeks of her bottom. Emma was a jibbering wreck, complete nonsense coming from her mouth as she gave into the pleasure she was experiencing. In the mirror to one side of th bedroom Chris could see her breasts swinging beneath in time to his hip thrusts.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked as he leaned over her body and whispered in her ear.

"God yes!" she groaned, "but now I want to fuck you!"

She wriggled off of him and pushed him down on the bed, rolling him onto his back. Kneeling between his legs she took his cock back into her mouth, sucking the mixture of their combined juices from it. Then she moved up his body, kneeling astride his hips, staring down at him. Her hand had hold of his erection, sliding it up and down the wet lips of her pussy. Then she eased th tip inside, removed her hands and drove down with her hips, slamming into his groin as his cock slid deep inside her.

"Yessssssssssss!" she screamed, "Fuck yesssssss!" as she started bouncing on his hips.

Her breasts were bouncing around as she moved, Chris reaching up to grab her nipples and pinch them.

"Oooohhhhh yeeeessssss!" she groaned, "torture my titties!"

He pulled her head down towards him to kiss her fiercely, then pulled one of her breasts to his mouth, biting on the nipple and watching it stretch as she bounced.

"God, so clllooooosse!" she moaned, as he bit on the other nipple.

Then he started to slap the breasts as they swung freely, watching her face lose control. He grabbed her hips and held her firmly as he drove up with his hips, slamming hard into her pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuucckk!" came the scream as her body started shaking violently. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto him as his cock exploded flooding her pussy with his come.

The two of them lay there gasping for breath as they tried to recover their senses, Chris caressing her body and stroking her hair.

"Where the hell did that come from Emma?" he gasped, "you were like a possessed woman!"

Laughing Emma smiled at him, "You just unleashed four years of frustration in one heavenly fuck! All the things my husband wouldn't do that I wanted him to!"

"Well I havent had a session like that in a very long while, it was an absolute pleasure!"

"I do hope you will pop back again to check for leaks," she giggled.

"Oh I think that can be arranged," he laughed.

"By the way," she whispered in his ear, "I know you're not from the gas company. I'm sure I recognise your face from the local nick when I worked there as a civvy in the control room."

"Fuck,...." was all Chris could say.

"What are you really up to," she said, looking at him as she leaned on her elbow, running her fingers through the hairs on his chest. "You still a copper?"

"No," he laughed, "but you've blown my cover. I'm a private investigator. One of your book club members husbands is paying me to follow her. Thinks she's having an affair. Wants some dirt on her. But he's not going to get any. I wouldn't have taken the job, but I'm broke right now."

"I bet it's that bastard James from the car dealers isn't it," she said, pulling on the hairs on his chest. "Julie's husband!"

"Ouch!" he gasped, "I can't say! Client privelege and all that!"

Then she reached back and squeezed his balls, "Really?"

"Fuck!" he groaned, "Yes!"

"How about you tell me, and I might be able to help you out and get some dirt on him!" she said quietly as she squeezed a little harder.

"God, Okay! Yes it's him!"

She released his bruised knackers and smiled at him. "That wasn't so difficult was it now."

As she spoke she slid down the bed and started to slowly kiss and suck on his balls, "That should make them feel better. Sorry but Julie is a very good old friend of mine and he is a slimey bastard!"

"I don't know much about Julie, but I agree he is a a bit of a weasel, I don't trust him. He's trying to wriggle a divorce by making her look like the guilty party who broke the pre-nup."

"Tell you what, why don't you come back tomorrow lunchtime, Julie's popping round. I'll introduce you and you can make your own mind up. But right now I need a shower and some sleep! So do you mind pulling the front door shut behind you?"

First thing next morning Chris made his way back to the office, a little bleary and parts of him aching like he had been for a very long gym session. Heading into the kitchenette area he powered up the posh coffee machine.

"Definitely a strong coffee morning!" he smiled to himself.

Just then his phone bleeped with a message, he clicked it to find a picture of Emma in a lacy black lingerie set. "Thank you for last night, haven't enjoyed myself like that in a long time. Hope we can do again soon. See you lunchtime."

He snapped a selfie of himself with the coffee, "You wore me out, extra caffeine needed this morning. But look forward to getting together soon."

Just then the door to the office opened and a smartly dressed lady appeared, wearing a knee length skirt, silk blouse and a jacket to match the skirt. She stepped inside, approaching his desk nd sitting herself down.

"Morning Bomber, long time no see." came the educated voice, "looks like it was a late night?"

"God nobody has called me that in a while," laughed Chris, "how are you doing Lisa, want a coffee?"

"Of course, but ony if it's decent stuff."

Lisa and Chris had worked together several years ago in the police. His nickname of Bomber coming from his surname of Mills. Lisa had moved on and up into the realms of detective and senior ranks. He sat back behind his desk after delivering her coffee.

"Long night of surveillance," he grunted, "what can I do for you? Personal or Job?"

"Oh is that what you're calling it now," she laughed loudly, "bedroom surveillance was it? But this is Job not personal."

Chris looked taken aback, thinking to himself "What have I stumbled in to?"

Lisa smiled at him. "Don't panic, you're not in trouble, at least not with us. You were observed last night, by one of my surveillance teams. We're keeping an eye on someone who is helping us out, for her safety. Not Mrs Goode, by the way, rather one of her book club guests. So who was the target of your watching? I assume it wasn't Emma?"

Realising he needed to be honest, he replied. "It's Julie, Julie Grant. Her husband thinks she's having an affair and wants the dirt for a clean divorce. Got himself a new bit of skirt and want's to move her in. Only there's a pre-nup and he needs the dirt so Julie can't take him to the cleaners."

"Aaaah, well that causes a bit of an issue for us." sighed Lisa. "You see Julie is gathering information for us. One of our undercover girls is in the same book club. We know her shit of a husband is laundering money through his dealerships for one of the local druggies. He's also letting them use his cars for transporting the drugs. We've just not been able to prove it. She came to us about three months ago after she accidentally discovered what he had been up to. Stupid sod left a case full of cash in his wardrobe."

"Mmm that does make it tricky," he breathed, "he's already paid me, in cash, which I have spent quite a bit of. So I cant exactly go back and tell him I'm dropping the case."

"We don't want you to drop it, that would make him suspicious. Just be careful not to inadvertently give him pictures of her meeting one of our undercover bodies. I'll get you some headshots so you can identify them, I trust you. I can assure you now, there is no affair going on, we're keeping too close an eye on her. We know there's some sort of deal going down in a couple of weeks, that's when we plan to nab him."

"I can work with that," Chris smiled, "just make out to him there's no dirt to find on her. You just need to make sure she is careful and so are your undercover folks, I suspect he or whoever he works for has a serious nasty streak."

"I have to say Chris, this civvy life is suiting you," laughed Lisa, "I had you down as a lifer in uniform, but you look pretty good in civvies. Keeping n shape as well by the looks of it."

"Still the flirt I see," smiled Chris, "I have to keep fit, the job is not conducive to healthy eating and relaxation. You just caught me on one of my better dressed days, as I am meeting someone for lunch later."

"The lovely Emma by any chance?" Lisa enquired, "I remember her as a bit of a wild one on our girls nights out when she worked at the nick."

"Not that it is any of your business," Chris replied, "but yes, and I am meeting Julie as well. Emma sussed my cover and knows what I am doing, so felt it best to introduce me to Julie."

As they spoke Chris noticed that Lisa kept crossing and uncrossing her legs opposite him, giving a glimpse of lacy stocking top every time. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander down. Then one of her hands reached up and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse beneath her jacket.

"Lisa, I have a lot of respect for your position in the police. But if you keep that up I can't hold myself responsible for my actions."

"Maybe I don't want you to be responsible," Lisa smiled naughtily, "we used to have some good times on the night shift."

As she spoke, she pulled the hem of her skirt a little higher, clearly showing the lacy stocking tops and the straps of her suspender belt.

"I seem to remember you used to like it when I wore stockings under my uniform?"

"Oh you know I did!" laughed Chris, "and I see you are just as much of a tease still as you used to be!"

"Who says I'm teasing," giggled Lisa as the skirt went higher.

Then she stood up, took of her jacket laying it on the back of her chair. Then she reached around and undid the zip on her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She turned away from Chris, revealing the pale cheeks of her bottom framed by the suspender straps.

"MMm still going commando I see," he said as he stood up and gently pushed Lisa towards his desk.

"Only for you," she laughed.

As she reached his desk, he pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to lean over the desk. Then he brought his hand down firmly on her buttock with a loud slap. He repeated several times on each buttock as Lisa squirmed against the desk.

"You remembered!" she moaned, "I do so love a spanking!"

"Well thats what you get for coming here under false pretences!" he barked, as another spank landed, "If you wanted a spanking you could have just asked!"

"But there's no fun in that!" gasped Lisa as another spank landed.

Chris stood her back up and turned her around, her back to the desk. He grasped the front of her silk blouse and pulled it apart, the buttons pinging across his office. He pulled it off her shoulders and threw it across the room. Then he undid the front fastening bra and threw that on top of the blouse.

"That blouse was expensive!" she groaned, "what am I going to wear when I leave!"

"Just put your jacket on, nobody will notice, knowing you you'll get a kick out of it. As for expensive, you can probably afford it on your ranks wages!"

Then he pushed her backwards until she was laid back across his desk. He grabbed her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. Dropping his trousers and boxers, he lined his cock up with the entrance to her very wet pussy.

"This is what you really wanted, wasn't it, you little minx!"

"Oh God yes," she gasped as Chris slammed his cock deep into her pussy.

her legs locked around his neck as he began to drive his hips back and forth, plunging ever deeper inside her.

"Fuck I've missed this," he gasped, "so bloody tight!"

"Just shut up and fuck me like you used to!" she cried.

Her hands had reached up and were squeezing her breasts hard as they wobbled in time to Chris hip movements. Lisa's breath started to shorten and he could see her body starting to tremble. Chris reached down and placed his thumb against her clit and moved it in slow circular motions.

"God, you bastard, that feels so good!"

She reached up and pulled his head down and into a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues fighting wildly in each others mouths. Then he moved his head down and locked his teeth onto one of her nipples, pulling it up and stretching her breast.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,....." Lisa screamed as her orgasm hit violently.

her legs wrapped around Chris waist, holding him deep inside her, her hips rolling on the desk against his. Fighting for breath, she looked him in the eye.

"I want you to come on me, like you used to in the office. I want your come all over my tits and tummy!"

Chris was gasping now and fighting to keep control, "Your wish is my pleasure!"

He pulled out and took hold if his flesh, a single stroke and he exploded. His come spraying up Lisa's body as she rubbed it in with her hands. Then she scooped some up and licked it from her fingers.

"Just as tasty as years ago," she laughed, "I'll have to come back for some more!"

"Shit, is that the time!" she groaned, "I need to go home and get a new blouse before I go back in the office!"

She quickly pulled her skirt back on and did up the zip, then started looking arounds Chris office.

"Where's my bra you bugger?"

"It's being held to ransom to make sure you come back for more."

"I can't go without my bra I'm on the bloody train, my office is in the city now, not out here in the sticks!"

"Well it will make the journey even more exciting for you won't it," Chris laughed, as he locked her bra in his desk.

Lisa spluttered, then put her jacket on, doing up all the buttons. A good glimpse of cleavage was still visible.

"Luck for you it's not too warm today!" she snapped. "Remember be careful with those pictures. I'll be in touch."

With that she kissed him hard on the lips, then stomped down the stairs and back out onto the street. Chris sat back behind his desk and tidied up the scattered papers and notes.

"Well this just gets more and more fun," he laughed to himself as he drank another fresh cup of posh coffee.

After an hour or so's nap on his office sofa behind a locked door, Chris slipped his 'gas board' overalls over his clothes and headed down to his van. A short drive later he found himself pulling up outside Emma's house once more. Clipboard and tool bag in hand he knocked on the door.

"Oh hello," smiled a welcoming Emma in the doorway, "you better come in."

This time Emma was wearing a pair of cut off daisy duke style jean shorts and a skimpy bikini top. As soon as the door closed she pulled him in for a big hug and a deep kiss.

"You best come through," she started, "Julie and I are in the garden, it's such a lovely day. I've explained who you are, so you don't need to keep up the gas man act."

In the nicely maintained back garden, he was greeted by the sight of his target, Julie, laid out on a sun lounger in the tiniest of bikini bottoms.

"No pictures today please Chris," she laughed, "I don't want that bugger stopping from coming here. He thinks Emma is an old fuddy duddy."

Chris smiled, "well appearances can be very deceptive, can't they Emma?"

Emma blushed furiously at the innuendo and started spluttering about whether Chris wanted a drink.

"Just a coffee please, white no sugar," as he spoke he sat on one of the chairs at the garden table.

Julie sat up and pulled on a baggy t-shirt, "let me cover up, it's a bit distracting otherwise talking to people. James thinks I get my all over tan at a tanning salon, but these last few months it's mostly here with Emma."

Over the next hour, Julie and Emma explained how they had got to know each other at a spin class. Julie recognising Emma from when she used to pop into the showroom to see her ex. That led to the book club meetings and the occasional afternoon in a sunny garden.

"So are you two...?" enquired Chris cautiously.

The two women burst out laughing, " no we are not lovers, no exclusive anyway." explained Julie. "We have shared a few men now and again though. But don't you dare put that in any report to James!"

"No worries," grinned Chris, "my observations of you show you leading a very dull and boring life. I don't think reading chick-lit books is enough to nullify the pre-nup. But you may want to put any extra-marital activities on hold for a bit, I may not be the only investigator he has hired. "

"Chris, you need to be aware of what he is really up to," a nervous Julie started to explain, "I found out he is using the dealerships as a front for drug money laundering. He got into debt gambling and they strong armed him into working with them, initially at least. Now he is enjoying the bad boy image and the money a bit too much. I always knew he did the odd line and smoked a bit of weed, but it's started getting more and more. He's getting a bit rough at home. I got a bit tearful at one of the book club sessions and Emma saw the bruises on my arms. We had a few drinks and I let it all out. He doesn't want a divorce, he needs me for the air of respectability I give him as his wife. He suspects I am talking to the old bill, which I am, and he is trying to find out who I am talking to. He wants to deal with it before his gang bosses suss out what's happening. I just want him out of my life and sent down. The house and car are in my name, from before we married, my parents left them to me. But the business and everything he spends is dirty money. When he moves a car between dealerships, somehow it's being used to ship the drugs. I'm trying to help the police find the proof so they can nail him."

Chris took a deep breath, as Julie took a long slow drink of her orange coloured cocktail. Emma looked at him as he watched her drinking.

"Don't worry Chris," she smiled "it's a mocktail, no booze."

"Julie," he started to say slowly and carefully, "you need to be very very very careful. Emma told you I used to be in the job. I know the sort of people behind James and they are nasty evil pieces of work. If they suspect you are a threat, you will just disappear. I had a visit this morning from an old colleague, asking me to make sure I don't inadvertantly include any of your contacts in my pictures. They are not after James, he is a means to an end, they are after the big boys and they play dirty. I want you to do me a favour, tell the police you are frightened, you think James suspects and he is scaring you. Cool it off with them for a bit. Then I want you to leave an envelope with Emma next book club, with any alarm codes etc you know of for the dealership. Then if you get wind of James planning to move anything around, text Emma and ask to change the book club to another date, the one he is moving the gear on. I'll get in and get the proof the old bill need. I'll be a lot better at sneaking around in the dark than you will."

Emma looked at Julie, "I think you should listen to Chris, he's talking sense. Reach out to Sarah asking if you can have a chat about the latest book."

"Now before I go, I need you both to put on some normal clothes and sit back down at the table with your books, so I can sneak some pictures over the back fence of you to give to James."

Pictures taken, Chris headed off back to his office.

After lunch he composed an email to James, attaching a few pictures explaining that so far he hadn't seen Julie up to anything illicit. He also advised he would continue to follow for another week, but he wasn't hopeful of catching her up to anything.

James response was almost immediate and expletive laden to the effect he expected Chris to "fucking well find something and quickly! Or I want my fucking money back!"

Chris just smiled and sat back in his chair. He decided to turn the tables somewhat and see if he could find out what was happening at the showroom in town. He went home, changed into casual clothes, carefully put on a professional theatre scruffy fake beard and moustache, along with a grey wig. Then he returned his van to the lock up. Then he rang Lisa.

"Can you fix me up with some fake plates for the car?" he asked. "I'm going to see if I can flog it to the guys at James dealership, see what happens."

Lisa called him back a couple of hours later and arranged for Chris to meet one of her team in a layby on the dual carriageway. It took the guy five minutes to swap the plates.

"Those are on the system now matching your car, we'll match the VIN as soon as I get back to the office. As far as anyone checking that car is registered to a Chris Davis, here's your V5 and fake license to match the name. This way anything you get caught up in will remain seperate from your real life. But try not to get dragged in too deep mate. The druggies can be evil bastards."

Chris then headed over to the showroom Emma's husband managed. The front of the showroom was filled with flashy expensive looking cars, but a sign in one of the windows indicated something different. "Cash paid for good condition cars."

"Can I help Sir," beamed an attractive looking receptionist.

"Well I'm looking to sell my motor, hit a bit of a cashflow issue, wondered how much you might offer for it?"

"Let me get Mr Evans," she replied with a false smile as she typed a message to someone on her computer.

A few minutes later a slimey looking character appeared from a side office and came over.

"Car sale was it Sir," he said with a hint of knowing glee in his face, "I'm Les and you are?.

"Chris, looking to get a bit of cash so I can get a deal at the auctions. This things proving too expensive to run currently. "

"Well let's have a look shall we."

Chris showed him round his mondeo, it was in perfect nick, if a little aged. Les went around checking everything making the usual noises and comments of a car salesman.

"Well Mr Davis, it's not something we would sell here, it's a bit old, might send it on to one of our other dealers, or maybe even to auction. So can't offer a huge amount. Probably looking at two grand tops."

"Fuck I was hoping for a bit more than that. Bit of a cashflow issue currently."

Les smiled, "well it's fortuitous timing. I might be able to go a bit higher if we could come to an arrangement, some of our other dealerships are getting low on stock. Let us have it in the workshop for an afternoon, giving it a thorough check over. If it fits the bill, we can work out which dealership it would be best to send it to. If you're prepared to deliver it there, I can probably go nearer the Parkers price of four grand. Save's me paying for a driver or arranging a pick up to take it there. We'd do the payment and V5 stuff etc at the other end."

Chris could see where this was going, if he was driving and got stopped, they would pin any drugs found on him not the car dealership.

"I should be able to do that, let me have a think and get back to you tomorrow?"

"No problem, here's my card, just give us a call."

He drove away and messaged Lisa, "fancy a drink later? I've got some news for you."

"Just a drink???" came the reply, "Kings Head at six? I'll buy you dinner if the news is good."

"Bring your expenses card then..."

He went home and removed the bear and wig, putting them to one side for now. Just before six, and after a very random walk to the pub to make sure he wasn't being followed, he sat down at a booth table in a quiet corner of the Kings head nursing a pint of bitter, as he watched the door. A few minutes later Lisa walked in, he took a deep breath in shock at just how hot she looked.

"Fuck me, they've changed the dress code at the Nick a bit since I left!"

"Silly man, I went home, showered and changed just for you. Hope you approve?"

"Stupid question, let me get you a drink!"

Lisa sat at the table as Chris went to the bar, he looked back whilst he waited for her white wine to be poured. A tight black leather skirt, with a zip up the front, dark blue silk blouse under which she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Not from the way her nipples were drilling through the silk anyway. Heels and what he hoped were black stockings. He sat back down and handed Lisa her drink. She took a sip, leaving a smudge of bright red lipstick on the rim of the glass.

"Now what's this news?"

"I've got the in with them for you," he announced. Then went on to explain his discussions with Les at the dealership.

"Fuck so that's how they're doing it the dodgy bastards, no wonder we never find anything!"

"So you video a team searching my car before I take it in, then you search it after I've picked it up," he started to explain, "once I've dropped it off, have one of your lot standing by to purchase it as soon as they put it on the lot. Let mine get through, then keep an eye on the dealerships for customers picking up their cars and driving to other showrooms. A couple of random traffic stops with drugs dog searches and you should cause enough disruption to bring the big guys knocking on his door."

"That could work," gasped Lisa, "be good to know which cars to look out for though."

"I can sort that," Chris answered with a smile, "you won't be able to use it as evidence, but I'm going to bug Les office and phone. As soon as I get an inkling of another deal like mine, I can give you a heads up."

"Damn Chris," Lisa moaned, "you've got me all excited, can we skip the dinner and go straight for dessert at mine?"

Twenty minutes later a taxi dropped them off outside the block of art deco style flats Lisa lived in. As she buzzed them in and headed up the stairs Chris called out to her.

"Well you've done alright for yourself since I left?" he asked, "how do you afford this on a coppers salary?"

"I can't not on the coppers salary, but my Dad passed a year ago and left me a tidy sum of money as well as his house. I couldn't stand the thought of living there after he died, so I rent it out. Pays the mortgage on this and a bit extra too. So no I've not started taking bribes!"

"I wasn't implying you were," he smiled, "I know you're a good copper. Just took me back a bit that's all."

"I haven't got a money grabbing ex, or kids going through Uni either," she laughed.

As Chris looked up the stairs, he realised that Lisa had somehow turned her skirt around on her waist. Now the zip was at the back and undone nearly all the way to the top. With each step up the stairs the skirt parted giving him a delicious glimpse of her long legs, the tops of her stockings and the vibrant blue straps of suspenders. He could also clearly see the bare cheeks of her bottom.

"Enjoying the view?" came a sarcastic comment from in front of him.

"Bloody loving it!" laughed Chris, "You are a born tease!"

"Who says I'm teasing?" giggled Lisa, "I expect you take full advantage of me tonight!"

A few steps later and they were outside Lisa's apartment. As she slid the key in the lock, Chris fingers slipped between her thighs and probed her pussy. He pushed her flat against the door and pushed her feet apart with his own. As he slid his hand beneath the cheeks of her bottom and probed her pussy with his fingers, his teeth nibbled on her earlobe.

"Are you sure you want to carry on with this?" he breathed quietly in her ear.

"Yes," she gasped, "now let me open the fucking door before one of the neighbours comes out!"

Lisa finally opened the door and they staggered through entwined together. She pushed him down onto the leather sofa, then stood before him. She swivelled the skirt around her waist and undid the clasp, letting it fall around her feet. Chris could now see the clearly expensive stockings, held up by the blue suspender straps. The silk blouse hung down to just below her crotch, hiding her pussy from view. Slowly and seductively she started to undo the buttons on her blouse, letting it start to fall open.

"You're not ripping the buttons off this one you bastard!" she laughed.

"I wouldn't want to," he smiled back, "I'm enjoying the show too much!"

Finally the blouse came away and she threw it across the room at him. She was left in a stunning blue velvet corset and open shelf bra, with matching thong panties. The look was unbelievably hot.

"Christ Lisa," he gasped, "when did you start to dress like this! You always had nice undies, but this is another level altogether!"

"Oh I have quite the collection now," she laughed, "there's quite a bit about me that's changed in the last year or so. Let's just say someone last year opened my eyes to whole new side of me and sex. I am enjoying things I never even realised were out there. Geoff ditched me for a bloody traffic warden of all the insults! I wandered around a few chat and dating sites, then met John. He and his wife are swingers and let's just say it has been eye opening to say the least! It has taken my sex life to a whole new level of naughtiness!"

Chris just laughed, "Well you weren't exactly innocent before! You're well rid of Geoff, waste of a brain cell that man. The proverbial idiot missing a village."

Lisa smiled, "I know, can't think what I saw in him now. Then after our little episode in the office, I thought I might see if you were interested in some more fun together, no strings, just fun."

"Well if the fun comes dressed like you are now, then I am most definitely interested!"

Lisa dropped to her knees and crawled seductively across the floor to him. Staring up into his eyes, she placed her hands on his crotch, then slowly started to undo his belt and zip. Grasping the waistband of his trousers she gradually eased them down his legs and threw them to one side along with his shoes. Then she grasped the waist of his boxers and pulled them down over his cock. It started to rise once free of the restraint and she quickly took it in her hands.

"Well the lingerie seems to have had the desired effect," she giggled.

"Christ Lisa, the sight of you in that outfit could give a corpse an erection!"

Her lips locked over the purple tip and started to slide down the hard flesh, her fingers playing with his balls. As she looked up into his eyes she saw him rapidly pulling his shirt off and throwing it with his trousers.

"I hope you're hungry," he sniggered, "cause if you keep that up much longer I'm going to explode!"

Lisa just took her mouth away from his cock and grinned at him, "I am starving!"

Then she simply swallowed his cock in one motion, taking him all the way to the balls, before starting to fuck his cock with her mouth.

"Oh God!" groaned Chris, "I'm going to come!"

Lisa simply moved her lips back tot he tip of his cock, locking them around the glans, then stroked his flesh with one hand and rolled his balls in the other. His breath turned to gasps and his hips lifted from the sofa. His hands were gripping the cushions as Lisa felt his balls pulsing in her hand.

"Fuuuuuuuuucckkkk!" came the gasp, as spurt after spurt of hoot come shot into Lisa's mouth.

Her lips remained locked tight, as she swallowed every drop. Then as he collapsed back against the sofa, she ran her tongue around his softening flesh and licked him clean.

"Well that will do nicely as an hors d'oeuvre," she giggled. "Now for the main course!"

With that she grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet, pulling him towards her bedroom.

Lisa crawled on all fours towards the bed facing away from Chris as he followed her into the room.

"Oh my you naughty girl, what's this?" he laughed.

His fingers tapped on the blue glass jewel of a butt plug. Her body trembled as he played with it, easing it back and forth, twisting it gently.

"It's my latest toy,," she breathed, "it feels so good when I walk around with it in, or when I am driving."

"I am impressed," he responded firmly, "very impressed indeed. You have come a long way since I Ieft the job."

"It's been an interesting time," she giggled, "I am a whole different woman now."

"Now let's see, where do I start?" he growled. "Stop right where you are and don't move."

Lisa froze in place, albeit her body trembling with excitement. She could sense Chris walking around her, his hands caressing her flesh. Then she gave a cry and flinched hard as Chris hand landed very firmly on her exposed bottom.

"Thank you SIr," she gasped. "There is a paddle in the drawer if you would prefer to use that?"

As she spoke she looked over her shoulder with a broad grin, wriggling her buttocks in anticipation. he walked over tot he drawer she had indicated at the bottom of her dresser, sliding it open. He pulled out the leather paddle and the flogger, wafting them in his hands.

"Stand up and bend over the end of the bed," he ordered, "I want to see how well you handle these."

"Of course Sir," she breathed, her body tensing in anticipation.

She leaned forwards over the end of the high bed, her legs almost straight as her upper body lay on the quilt. As she positioned herself, Chris noticed something at the top of the bed attached to the bed frame. He moved around and pulled on them, revealing two cuff straps.

"Oh shit!" groaned Lisa, "I forgot to take those off after the last time!"

"Well we might as well make use of them," laughed Chris, as he secured her wrists to the cuffs and pulled her arms right out in front of her. "Perfectly positioned now I think!"

Then he went back to the drawer and lifted out a blindfold, securing it over her eyes. "Don't want you seeing what I am up to now do we."

He leaned over the bed and whispered in her ear, "Are you ok with this?"

"Fuck yes!" she moaned in reply. "I've wanted you to treat me like this for a long while!"

"I assume you have a safeword?"

"Blue, Sir." she said quietly.

"If you want things to stop just say it clearly." he answered, "I will stop, release the cuffs and step away."

"I won't want you to stop!" she cried, "Now just fucking spank my arse hard!"

For the next few minutes, Chris rained down spanks and slaps from the paddle and flogger on each cheek of her buttocks. Each one brought a flinch in reaction, but not a sound escaped her lips. Although Chris could see the tension in her face as she bit her lip to stifle any noise. He could hear her moans getting shorter and see the way she wriggled her hips each time as if asking for more. He stopped and put the toys down, then gently caressed the cheeks of her bottom, soothing the blushing pink skin.

"I am very pleased with you Lisa, you handled that incredibly well. What can I do for you was a reward?"

"Thank you Sir, I am so happy I pleased you. Would you please fuck me, in both my holes."

Chris positioned himself behind her, grasping her hips. He slowly moved the tip of his cock up and down the wet lips of her pussy, then gently eased just the tip inside her.

"For Gods sake, fuck me!" she screamed, "I want you to treat me like a slut and fuck me hard!"

"Ask and you shall receive!" he cried in response, as his hips drove forwards and slammed deep into her pussy.

"yes, yes, yes!" screamed Lisa, as Chris built up a hard rhythm.

"Fuck I can feel that butt plug against my cock," laughed Chris, "we might have to look at a threesome at some point!"

"Not a threesome," groaned Lisa, "I want a moresome, want to be gangbanged!"

Lisa's head thrashed on the bed as Chris pounded into her from behind. She screamed as her first orgasm hit out of nowhere, her whole body shaking with the sensation as she bit on the quilt to stifle her screams. Chris reached down and as her body quivered, pulled the plug from her bottom.

"You sure you want me to fuck your bottom?"

"I don't want you to fuck my bottom, I want you to fuck my arse and fuck it hard!"

He lined up with the winking brown hole and pushed forwards with his cock, the lube from the butt plug and her juices on his cock, eased the way in. he grabbed her hips and drove forwards firmly, pulling her buttocks back against his groin. Then started to speed up his thrusts, the groans of pleasure and arousal coming from Lisa's mouth only encouraging him to go harder.

"Spank your slut!" screamed Lisa, "punish me for being such a filthy slut for you!"

As he started to spank her in time to his thrusts, he felt her body start to lose control as several orgasms rolled though and into one. As she last one finished Lisa flopped on the bed, unable to support herself in anyway.

"Are you OK?" he asked, leaning forwards over her body.

"I have never been better, she gasped breathlessly, "don't stop, but can I turn over?"

He released the straps and helped her roll over onto her back. Placing her legs up against his chest, he plunged back into her dark back passage.

"Oh God this feels so good!" she groaned.

"I am going to come any minute," gasped Chris.

"Fill my arse with your come Sir!" she cried, "I want to feel it squirt inside me!"

A few seconds later she got her wish as Chris lost control and pumped jet after jet of come into her. She could feel it hitting the walls of her body.

They both collapsed onto the bed, Chris helping Lisa move up until their heads were on the pillows.

"I rather like the new you," laughed Chris, "I could get used to this."

"I hoped you would," giggled Lisa, "would you be willing to be my new Master? The one who introduced me to all this has moved abroad for work."

"I have no experience as a Master, but I would be honoured to take you under my wing. We can learn together!" he replied, before they both fell asleep.

That night Chris drove his van out of the lock up and took off the magnetic logo boards. He drove out to the car dealership and parked down a side road nearby. Stealthily he slipped over the fence at the back of the compound and crept between the cars, towards the back door of the building. He'd checked out the camera locations on his previous visit and noted what appeared to be a blindspot, which he was now exploiting. Creeping along the wall under the arc of the cameras he found the fire service emergency power kill breaker. Pulling it down and killing the power, he headed back round to the rear of the building and picked the lock to let himself in. Five minutes later, he had hidden cameras in Les office and a couple in the workshop. He quickly dashed back out, locked the back door behind him and disappeared over the fence.

A few days later he sat in a motorway services with Lisa and one of her team.

"I don't think it will be long," he explained, "Les got a call before he locked up last night, they have a big delivery coming in tonight. Are your guys all set up to check my car over?"

"All good, the closer we can do it to when you drop it off with Les the better."

As Chris munched on a bacon sandwich his phone pinged with a text message.

"Might have a buyer for your motor up near Birmingham. If interested can you drop it in later."

He showed the message to Lisa.

"Fuck that was quick, let's get them out to your lock up to go over it this morning."

A few minutes later the workshop team gave the green light and they headed to Chris lock up. An hour later every inch of Chris car had been scrutinised, stealth marked and videoed.

"There's nothing they will notice, but we have tells on all the seals, fastenings so we'll know if anything has been opened to hide anything."

They showed Chris where the break seals were inside the car so he would know what to look for.

After they left, he sat at the desk in the back of the lock up and put back on the beard and wig, smearing a bit of dirt on his face and clothes to scruff himself up. Then he drove the mondeo out of the lock up and finally pulled up at the dealership, stepping out to be met by Les.

"I guess you're interested then," he laughed.

"I'm fucking desperate is what I am mate!" groaned Chris, "need some ready cash asap so I can pay my rent."

Les laughed, "No worries, if the car checks out ok, a couple of hours drive tomorrow and you'll have four grand in your hand in hard cash. If you need more after that I can use a reliable driver to ferry cars around."

"That would be sweet!" smiled Chris, "what time do I come in tomorrow?"

"Seven OK for you," came the reply, "get you on the way before the rush hour builds."

"See you then."

With that he walked off to the bus stop down the road and headed back to town.

The following morning Chris was up with the sparrows and got the bus out to the dealership. Back on went the fake beard and wig, the scruffy clothes unwashed from the previous day, Les was there to meet him.

"Good news, all checks out fine, no issues. So the cash will be waiting for you. Treat yourself to a couple of beers on the train coming home."

Chris took the keys and had a quick look round his car, then headed out onto the road towards Birmingham. He pulled into a McDonalds drive thru for a coffee and breakfast, then he pulled over in the car park after to eat. He deliberately spilt his coffee on the door and made a big show of mopping it up. He finished his breakfast and got back on the road, calling Lisa on his hands free.

"Well at least one of the seals on my drivers door is gone. I'm also sure I'm being followed, is that your lot?"

"No we've got you on cctv up to now, just so we have video evidence nobody touches the car since the dealership. They must be keeping an eye on you. Now we know they've tampered with the car, we're planning to stop you in a couple of miles, direct you to the tescos car park. Just act stroppy with the guy that pulls you over, they've got a drugs dog in a van. We've been stopping cars all morning so it will look like you've been pulled in at random."

He was just about to head down on to the motorway when blue flashing lights appeared in his mirror. He pulled over into the car park as instructed and wound his window down, as a uniformed officer appeared.

"Excuse me Sir, would you mind stepping out of the vehicle?"

"Yes I bloody well would!" he replied with a show, noticing the car he suspected of following him pull in a few cars away. "Why have you stopped me? I wasn't speeding or anything!"

"I'm sorry Sir, this is a purely random stop," the officer explained, "we're looking for people transporting drugs and firearms."

"Do I look like a fucking drug runner!" shouted Chris as he got out of the car and slammed his door.

"I am sure everything will be OK sir, a couple of minutes and you'll be on your way. Just to be safe, have you got anything on you you shouldn't have? Nothing sharp or dangerous in your pockets if I conduct a search?"

Chris just shrugged his shoulders and lifted his arms, as the officer started to search him. Then the dog handler approached and started to work his way round the car.

"Would you mind opening the door Sir," he asked.

No sooner had Chris opened the door than the dog took one sniff along the interior trim, stopped moving and dropped to his belly. Then the took him around to the other side and the same happened on all four doors.

"What the fuck is going on here!" screamed Chris, "are you trying to fit me up or something! I'm just taking my car to a dealership in Birmingham to get some cash. I'm not a fucking drug dealer!"

"Well I'm sorry Sir, but the dog has clearly indicated he has identified drugs hidden in your doors. You'll have to come with us, whilst we get your car towed in for a closer inspection!"

As the officer put the cuffs on him and pushed him into the back of the patrol car, he noticed the car that had been following him drive past and head out of the car park. A transporter arrived and his car was lifted onto the back, as he was driven back to the station.

"Hope I wasn't too rough Chris, " announced the driver, "Lisa asked me to make it look real in case you were being watched. Just as well, I recognised those two herberts that drove past as I was putting you in the car. Nicked em several times for dealing."

A couple of hours later, Chris was taken from his cell at the station and down to an interview room. A solicitor was waiting inside along with two detectives.

"Who the fuck are you and what the bloody hell is going on!" screamed Chris at the solicitor. "I've been fitted up up here, I know nothing about any drugs! It's that bastard at the dealership it must be! Now I know why he was so keen for me to deliver the bloody car myself!"

"If you would calm down Mr Davis, we can get started properly." stated one of the detectives, "You are being charged with possession with intent to supply cocaine. A considerable amount has been found hidden in your car. You don't deny it's your car do you?"

"I don't deny it's my car, but I do deny anything about any drugs!"

"Perhaps I could have a word with my client alone?" asked the solicitor.

The tape was stopped and the detectives left the room.

"Right Mr Davis, what happened! Why were you stopped?"

"I have no idea, the copper in the car that brought me in was going on about some operation and random car checks that had finally paid off. More to the point, who are you and how the fuck did those drugs get in my car. Do you work for Les? "

"No I am paid by the people who employ Les, and if you don't want a whole load of bother I suggest you keep quiet about Les."

"Are you threatening me? Because I am not going to jail because of that sleazy bastard!" screamed Chris, "the only place that car has been in the last 24 hours is Les workshop last night. Then I find this morning it's full of drugs. No they are not pinning this on me! You can fuck off out of here, I'll get my own solicitor thank you very much."

"Don't say I didnt warn you!" said the solicitor as he left the room.

Whilst Chris was being interviewed, Lisa and her team, along with an armed response team for safety, were sitting round the corner from the dealership and watching activity via a drone. A few minutes after Chris kicked the dodgy solicitor out of the room, all hell broke loose at the dealership. A van came rushing into the carpark and was backed into the workshops. Les was shouting and screaming at someone outside the workshop doors.

"Go go go!" shouted Lisa into her radio.

The vans roared into the parking area and the armed officers ran from the vans ordering everyone to lie on the floor. Pure shock and panic was visible on the faces of Les and the guys in the workshop. They were soon handcuffed and being bundled into a police transport, as Lisa and the team started searching. They had hit the jackpot. Two large wheeled storage boxes were still on the floor of the workshop, several more in the back of the van. A hidden access panel in the bottom of an inspection pit, which they knew about thanks to Chris cameras, revealed more boxes. All of them filled with packs of cocaine, identically wrapped to the ones found in Chris car. The gang had been caught in the middle of trying to get the drugs off site in a hurry. They also found a laptop and several mobile phones in Les office, which opened up with his facial recognition. A wealth of information on the network of dealers. Much to Lisa's delight, the driver of the van turned out to be none other than James himself, the phones in his pockets opening up a flood of information on the suppliers and their network.

"We have got the bloody lot of them absolutely red handed!" screamed Lisa down the phone to Chris, who had mysteriously vanished from the police station and was now sitting at home once more. With a loan car sitting on his driveway.

"Brilliant!" laughed Chris, "James as well?"

"Oh he was driving the van the stupid sod, his phone has led us up the tree. Another load of raids are taking place right now across the country as a result. This is a massive hit! Your lovely friendly solicitor is screaming at the custody team to be allowed to see you. Unfortunately Mr Davis is now in protective custody apparently."

"So does Julie or Emma know what's going on yet?"

"My team are at Julie's right now searching the house. She's been released on bail, had to arrest her for appearance sake. Apparently she's going to stay with family for a while. Emma hasn't stopped messaging me, since she heard what has happened. Les is trying to get her to get old colleagues to help him out!"

"Oh hang on, speak of the devil! Emma's trying to get hold of me."

"Call her and have fun, I'm going to be tied up with this for quite some time. But I'll be in touch to have some tying up fun when it's over."

An hour later there was a knock on Chris front door, he opened it to be greeted by Emma, dressed to the nines and grinning like a cheshire cat.

"Come on then you, grab your bag and lets go."

In their earlier conversation Emma had told him to pack a bag for a couple of days and get himself cleaned up and dressed smart.

"What's going on and where are we off to?"

"Julie and I want to say thank you for helping the police. She is waiting for us with a few of the book club, at a house she has rented on the coast. First of all we are all going for a celebratory meal, at some fancy restaurant in Sandbanks, then it's back to the house for a party. The latter of which is clothing optional. Will that do?"

"I can't afford a fancy restaurant!" gasped Chris.

"Oh don't worry, Julie is paying. The real reason that shit was trying to get dirt on her, was to be able to go after her money in the divorce courts. Between you and me she's the one thats loaded, not him, although you wouldn't know it."

Chris climbed into the car and sat there smiling. He looked across as Emma slid into the driving seat, her dress falling open to reveal the tops of her stockings and the straps of a suspender belt. He slid his hand across and caressed the giggle band of bare flesh above the stocking top.

"Stop it you filthy sod or I'll crash the car!" she giggled, as she squeezed his cock through his trousers, "we've got plenty of time to get there, the meal is at eight and it only takes ninety minutes to get there. I know a nice quiet woodland car park we can stop in on the way down....."

Chris just grinned.