It was simple… A simple case of Andy being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The fact that he was being held without bail, for a crime he didn’t commit, now that wasn’t so simple…

Andy ran down the alleyway. He was being chased by several men in a black truck. A few minutes earlier he’d been getting groceries. A pack of cigarettes for Michelle and a six pack for himself. The gas station was just a few blocks from their house. He usually just walked. After he bought everything, he left and made his way across the parking lot. It was all but empty being so late at night. Except for a single black truck with two guys sitting in the back. They were talking loudly and he ignored them as he walked by.

They saw him pass and one of the guys asked him for some beer money. Andy rolled his eyes and told the guy he didn‘t have any. He didn’t work eight hours a day at a crap job just to hand off his money to strangers. He continued on his way as the other guy got on his cell phone. A few seconds later both men got in the truck. The driver opened a fresh beer before he turned up his stereo and blazed out of the parking lot.

Andy heard them peel out but didn’t think anything of it. He started to whistle as he walked. After he crossed the street he heard the booming of a large stereo and before he knew it the black truck from the parking lot whizzed by him. Windows rolled up the truck roared down the street and did a full circle in the middle of the road before it came to a stop facing Andy.

He paused for a second standing on the sidewalk. He thought the driver of the truck was an idiot. He was going get him and his buddy killed or worse someone else.
He continued to walk and when they started to rev their engine at him, he thought they were just trying to mess with him. However when they sped forward onto the sidewalk and knocked over a trash can Andy realized they might actually run him over.

He threw his grocery bag into a near by bush as he ran for it. The truck sped after him as he darted into an alley way trying to escape. The trucks head lights blazed behind him as Andy ran as fast as he could. He reached the end of the alleyway realizing it was a dead end. The truck stopped a few feet away.

Andy looked for another way out as one of the guys got out of the truck. The alley was behind a bakery. A brick building blocked his path. Their was a small chain link fence between the brick building and another one but it had barbed wire at the top. He found a backdoor leading into the bakery next to a dumpster but it was locked. Late at night the bakery was closed and no one was inside. He kicked the back door before he turned around and looked for something he could use to defend himself.

There were trash bags all over the ground. In the trucks high beams Andy saw the something shining on the ground. He took a closer look at it and saw it was a knife. The guy that got out of the truck yelled, “I bet you got beer money now MOTHER FUCKER!”

Andy quickly picked up the knife and pointed it at the man. He was prepared to use it if he had to. The guy paused as if he hadn’t expected Andy to fight back. He sneered at him before he turned and got back into his friends truck. Andy was sure they were going to run him over and flinched when the trucks engine revved up again. Clutching the knife tightly, Andy considered jumping into the dumpster or trying his luck with the barbed wire but surprisingly the truck backed out of the alleyway and sped off.

Andy let out a heavy sigh of relief he almost couldn’t believe that had happened just now. He swallowed hard taking a second to stead his nurse. He looked at the knife in his hand and noticed something wet on the handle. It was dark and he couldn’t quiet make out what it was.

A second later headlights filled the alleyway. Andy saw the wetness on the knife was red…possibly blood. He dropped the knife as red and blue sirens turned on. He realized this new set of headlights belonged to the cops. The police car stopped a few feet away from him and an officer got out of the car and called out, “What you doing back here?”

Andy quickly tried to explain, “Some guys in a black truck just chased me down here,”

The officer kept his hand at his side and approaching Andy slowly. He took in the surroundings noticing all the trash bags on the ground he asked, “What’s all this,

“I don’t know,” said Andy.

The officer walked up to one of the closest bags and kicked it open with his foot. He didn’t take his hand from his side or his eyes off Andy. When the bag came open the officer glanced down quickly to see a severed hand. He quickly pulled out his fire arm pointing it at Andy “Freeze…put your hands up!”

Andy put his hands up and looked down at the trash bag on the ground wondering what was inside. When he saw the severed hand his eyes went wide as well, “OH… NO… NO! That’s not mine…that wasn’t me…”

The police officer didn’t take his gun off Andy as he called for backup. Andy’s heart pounded in his chest…as he thought this really didn’t look good…

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Two days later Michelle stood outside the Orin police station. Trying to breath in and out. She was scared. Two nights ago she’d gotten a call from her fiancée Andy. She had been worried when he hadn’t come home. He told her he was in jail and explained what had happened. They had found him with trash bags of body parts and a knife covered in blood. He told her he’d been chased by two strangers in a truck.

Michelle believed him. She had known Andy for the last three years. There was no way he was a murder. They didn’t have enough money to get a lawyer and the judge refused to let Andy out on bail. If they didn’t do something Michelle was afraid they were going to lock him up for good. She needed someone to listen to Andy and look into his case. Michelle turned to her ex-step sister Jenna.

The two weren’t exactly close but not on bad terms. Their parents had married when they were young and for a while they had lived as sister but before they were teenagers the their parents split and they were separated. They kept in touch over the years and hung out a few times as adults but they traveled in different crowds. Jena was a social butter fly and had a lot of connections especially in law.

She had dated a few cops and knew a thing or two about the law. Michelle called her up and explained what had happened. Jenna was nice enough to come over. She went over everything they could do and then called around. Andy and Jenna had met once or twice. They didn’t much care for each other but it was nice to see Jenna was making an effort to help him for Michelle.

By the second day and was in jail Jenna got the name of a detective who worked in the district Andy was being held in. She told Michelle her ex-boyfriend B.J knew him and that he was an excellent detective. His name was Jim Cornhin and there wasn’t a case that didn’t cross his desk that couldn’t be “handled”

Michelle was excited to hear Jenna had found someone that could help but worried about what she meant by “handled”. Jenna went on to explain Detective Cornhin would look over Andy’s case…but at a cost. Michelle reminded Jenna she didn’t have a lot of money. Jenna didn’t look at her when she said he didn’t accept money.

Michelle found it strange and it took her nearly ten minutes to get Jenna to tell her what he accepted. When Jenna told her he only accepted blow jobs she thought she was being ridiculous. She didn’t find it funny and had to smoke a cigarette just to calm down.

After she smoked her cigarette Jenna swore she wasn’t joking. She explained Detective Cornhin didn’t take cash because it could be traced. She told Michelle about a girl name Cassie who’s boyfriend had some pretty heavy drug charges, like steep and after she gave him head he took care of it. It wasn’t like Michelle would have to fuck the guy.

Michelle didn’t like the idea of bribing a police officer…and most of all she didn’t like the idea of cheating on Andy. Jenna thought she was over thinking things and if she didn’t do something Andy was going to be cheating on her in prison…in the shower. Michelle didn’t want Andy to go to prison. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or fear but she decided to do whatever it took to get Andy out of jail…

Jenna quickly found out where the Detective worked and if he was working. Michelle worried he might not accept her offer. Her hair was messy and she’d barley slept in days. Jenna spent a full hour getting her dolled up before she dropped her off at the police station and that was where she was now.

Standing in a strapless little black dress with stiletto heels. Her hair had been brushed out and her face was caked with make up. She felt like a hooker as she opened the door to the police station. She nearly tripped on her way in and fell out of her dress. She pulled her dress up so that it covered her breasts but then had to pull it down so that it would cover her but.

She adjusted herself and tried to act confident. She was absolutely terrified but she thought of Andy sitting in prison on murder charges…if she didn’t do something he might go away for a crime he didn’t commit. She stood up straight and walked flawlessly to the front desk. The officer at the front desk greeted her and she said, “Hello, I’m here to see Detective Jim Cornhin,”

“Down the hall to the right last office on the left,” said the officer at the desk. His eyes dropped for a moment as he looked her up and down.

Michelle put on a fake smile and said, “Right…Thank you,”

Slowly carefully she made her way to the hall to the right. Several men in the police station and even a few women turned their heads as she walked. A man in handcuffs even catcalled her asking for her number. She ignored them all as she went down a long hallway. She stopped in front of a door that said Cornhin written on it.

She went to open the door and paused for a moment. She realized she had no idea what he looked like…if he was old or young. She couldn’t see into his office as the glass was frosted. She slowly turned the door handle and sighed thinking in the end it probably didn’t matter what he looked like. If he could help her Andy…she’d close her eyes do what she had to.

Michelle opened the door and went inside. As soon as she got inside, she realized she should have knocked but it was a little to do that now. She saw a man who looked to be in his thirties sitting behind a large desk. His hair was brushed back. The sleeves of his powder blue dress were shirt rolled up. She could tell he worked out, he had strong muscular arms and his shirt fit tight. He had a gun holder on with a gun in it. His desk was scattered with paper work and he looked very busy as he didn’t look up when she came in.

She bit her lip and hoped this wasn‘t a bad time. She supposed she should have made an appointment but Jenna insisted she just walk right in. Taking a deep breath she cleared her throat trying, to get his attention. He continued looking over the papers on his desk for a few seconds before he told her to have a seat. It took her a few seconds to figure out how to sit without showing too much skin. She ended up crossing her legs at the ankles as he made a phone call.

He’d still yet to look up at her. After a few minutes she sighed looking around the room. She fiddled with her purse putting a mint in her mouth. She looked down at her chest and realized one of her nipples had slipped out. Awkwardly she adjusted her breasts in her dress and out of all the moment he could of looked up, he chose then. He paused in his phone call looking at her suspiciously. Embarrassed she smiled at him as she finished adjusting her dress. A moment later he told the person on the phone he called them back.

Then he set down the phone. He cracked his knuckles before he sat back in his chair. Studying her he asked, “Can I help you?”

“Yes… uh well um…you see… my fiancée was arrested the other night…uh for a crime he didn’t commit… and they wont listen to him. The judge wont even release him on bail-”

He put his hands behind his head as he listened to her and asked “and?”

“Uh well a friend of mine Jenna said you could well… Sometimes you take on cases and well “handle them” See Andy…. I’ve known him for a very long time and what they’re saying he did. He just didn’t and like if you could help. I mean maybe find the real culprit or get him out of prison. See he says these two guys well they like chased him in their truck and he ran into the alley where the police found him. He didn‘t kill that person and if those people like…testified they chased him or something-,”

He stared at her and sighed. He leaned forward dropping his hands on his desk “My case load is pretty full right now. I’ve had to take on someone else cases as well as my own. I doubt I can really look into this…”

“Oh well it would mean a lot to me and I could…could compensate you know how you…like,” said Michelle looking down at the desk.

“Compensate? How I like…” said the officer slowly. He looked confused and then upset pulling back. Michelle swallowed hard as he said “As an officer of the law I don’t take money mam.”

“Well uh…” said Michelle scooting forward. She whispered, “I know that…Jenna said you only take…uh…blow jobs,”

The officers eyes went wide as he leaned back in his chair…and stared at her. He looked her up and down she seemed familiar to him. With her hair done up and her makeup on, it took him a moment to realize who she was. Michelle wondered if she’d made a mistake but a moment later he grinned

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Up until now Quinton Zentor’s week had been crap. The previous owner of this office had been a pathetic prick of an officer, who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. He had druggies giving him head and who knows what else in exchange for fixing cases. Quinton had been sent in to take over his cases and clean things up. Quinton wasn’t exactly a saint but he was smart enough not to get caught.

His job was to clean us the mess of cases and get everything sorted out before he transferred over to his new position. One of the police sergeants was retiring in six months and he would be taking over. The work they had him doing until then he could do with his hands tied behind his back. Twenty-four times this week he’d had hookers and druggies come trying to give him cash and other things not realizing he wasn’t Detective Jim Cornhin.

He had arrested half of them for bribing an officer and the others he had been written up. He’d been making phone calls all morning and wasn’t surprised to hear stilettos on his wood floor. Rolling his eyes he expected some meth head and them bam. There she was…

It would seem his birthday had come early…Jenna had sent him a little gift…It wasn’t very smart of her sending her in like this but he wasn’t going to complain. Ever since he’d saw a photo of her in Jenna’s apartment he’d been more then curious… He’d asked Jenna about her more then a few times and even tried to do some digging on his own…but alas he hadn’t been able to find out more about her…Jenna said…if he was a good boy she’d introduce them…He supposed the diamond engagement ring he’d gotten her a few weeks ago had finally swayed her.

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Quinton got up and walked to the windows behind the desk. Looking outside he stretched casually and decided to continue “Well…I think we might be able to work something out…”

Michelle let out a sigh of relief and then was almost instantly filled with dread at what she was about to do. She’d never done anything like this to a stranger before. Her stomach hurt as she really didn’t want to go through with it. She wondered what Andy would think when he got out. She bit her lip thinking he’d understand…he’d have to…she was doing this for him…

Quinton closed the blinds on the windows before he walked over to the door. He locked it and dimmed the lights. Michelle didn’t like that he’d locked the door but suppose it was a precaution in case someone came by and didn’t knock.

Quinton returned to the desk and leaned up against it. He crossed his arms and waited for nearly a minute before he said “Well…

“Yes…” said Michelle blushing.

“Are you going to do this…or what,”

Michelle nodded and leaned forward she sunk out of her chair. Falling on her knees she crawled over to him. She looked up at him and for a second he was taken aback. Her eyes were wide with fear. He could tell she didn’t want to do this…He paused for a moment wondering if she knew who he was…

If her little story about her fiancée was actually real.…He’d told Jenna all about Jim Cornhin earlier this week. He’d complained about how it was dragging on and ruining his entire week. Normally he took his birthday off to do whatever he wanted but the sergeant had asked him to take care of this himself. He could believe Jenna had lied to get her here… Jenna could be quiet the manipulative bitch…one of the many reasons he’d decided to make her his wife…

He smiled down at the woman he didn’t even know her name…but he knew what he liked…what he wanted. Her fear only enticed him more. He laughed to himself as he grabbed his belt. He undid his pants letting them fall to the floor.

Michelle looked at his boxers. They were white with red polka dots. As she raised her hand she was filled with fear and excitement at the same time. She reached into the folds of his boxers and pulled out his member. It was already hard…thick and long. She stared at it and noticed the different veins and smell, how different it was from Andy’s

Another reminded that he wasn’t her love. She hoped that one day long from now when she and Andy were together and happy again they could laugh at this as proof of her love. She closed her eyes and spread her lips. They were warm as they slowly collided with the tip of his penis. Quinton gasped as her lips first touched. Michelle slowly took him into her mouth. Letting his member slide to the back of her throat. She gagged a bit pulling it out.

Using her tongue she licked the tip. Rolling her tongue around it. She worked feverously wanting him to come quick. She cupped his balls bobbed her head up and down his shaft. To her shock he just kept growing and growing. He looked down at her with a smug look on his face. For fifteen minutes she licked and lapped. She crushed her lips against him. Waiting for him to show any sign that he was close to cumming.

She wondered if she had to swallow or could just spit it out. She wondered why she hadn’t though to ask before starting now she didn’t know what to do. She felt to awkward to stop. She just wanted to get this over with.

Quinton ran his hands through her hair and she tried to take in as much of his penis as she could. Her jaw began to hurt but she kept at it until he twisted her hair around his hand. She thought he might be close but he pulled her off of him, leaning her head to look up at him. He asked “What’s your name…”

“Michelle.”

“Well Michelle… lets try something a little different or will both be here all day,”

“Different” said Michelle worried.

Before she could say anything more he bent down and put his hands around her waist lifted her up. He moved her over to his desk and set her on top. Michelle was surprised at how strong he was. Before she could react he began to kiss her. She pulled back but he pulled her in closer. Cupping her breast he pulled one out and squeezed it hard.

While one hand squeezed her breast the other wandered under her dress and she moaned as his fingers found what he was searching for. He touched her pink thong. It was soaked with her juices. He tugged at the ton ripping it away. He kissed her passionately, hungrily. It felt good and it frightened her. She wasn’t suppose to like this…she wasn’t suppose to go this far. She roughly pushed him away and struggled to cover her chest.

With a serious expression she said “Look I can only do the blow job…I love my fiancée.”

“Do you want my help or not,” said Quinton frustrated…Clearly she was an idiot. What the fuck did it matter if she blew him or fucked him, either way she was screwing around on her fiancée.

“I do…I do want your help…” said Michelle. Quinton moved his hand to her dress pulling it up she pushed him away, “But…”

“Shut…up,” said Quinton glaring at her. He was tired of her mumbling and fumbling. Michelle was taken aback by his words as she looked into his eyes for the first time, she noticed their color. They were ice blue…almost chilling. She struggled to get away moving to the side. She told herself she was done with this… “I’ll…I’ll find…another way….to get him out…”

Quinton grabbed her arm and pulled her into him he whispered in his ear, “Prison might not be the worst thing that could happen to Andy…if the police think…he killed someone….he could get the electric chair…”

“But he didn’t….do it…they wouldn‘t do it”

“Trust me…if someone…is found guilty whether they or innocent or not it doesn’t matter…What matters is the evidence…and from what you told me things aren’t looking so good for him…especially if the judge isn’t giving bail…it means they think he really did it,”

“But he didn’t…”

“Then let me…“handle it”

“I’ll blew you…Jenna said that’s what you take…”

“For drugs….for drugs….but for murder…well that’s worth more…so do you want my help or not…”

Quinton let go of her…he held his breath his dick was beginning to ache if she tried to walk out no….he might have to go beyond vile…threats….If she tried to leave now he’d pull out the big guns…and tell here who he really was and if that didn’t work…he wasn’t about to get blue balls…Luckily she wasn’t a complete idiot and sat back down on the desk. She laid down and spread her legs closing her eyes.

Quinton loomed over her placing himself as quickly as he could he pinned her down with one hand as he entered her afraid she might change her mind again. Michelle held onto the desk tightly bracing herself for what was to come but nothing could prepare her. He was big and inpatient ramming his entire dick up inside her all at once. Her eyes went wide and she screamed out as it burned. Even with as wet as she was she hadn’t been ready for him to enter her so roughly.

Quinton quickly covered her mouth as he let himself settle deep within her. He’d expected it to feel go…but this…his eyes went blurry…It was strange…he must have fucked a few hundred women in his life time…He must have had every type of pussy from all around the word but something about this one…it was like he was putting on a glove that fit just perfectly. A shoe that was custom made for him. He gasped wincing from the pleasure he looked at her as tears well up in her eyes.

She felt guilty and ashamed turning her head away from him…She just wanted him to finish and get it over with so she could get out of here. Quinton pulled back slowly his balls ached and his penis trembled before he slammed back into her…The pleasure was almost indescribable he pulled out again slamming back into her…. Without thinking he said.. “I knew…it I knew it from the moment I saw you…that you were…were… a real whore….I could see it in your eyes.”

Michelle tried not to listen to him. She tried not think or feel as he thrust into her slowly at first them awkwardly as he moved from side to side and swirled about trying to find the perfect spot. Something felt strange between her legs as he found his rhythm. She felt something….building something intense…her heart quickened as she found herself focusing on it. Her mind started to fall blank and her twitched and curled he slammed into her seeing the expression of shock on her face. He let go of her mouth as she let out a confusing moan.

He smiled… “You like that…”

“No…” she quickly lied…

Quinton snickered and drilled her harder. She struggled fought against what was happening. She’d never felt something like this a twindging a pricking an itch…a deep rooted…all powerful itch that was being scratched.

Quinton pumped into her nearly sending her over the side of the desk she list and papers fell everywhere. Grasping onto the desk she held herself as she struggled to stop what was happening to her body he pounded into her rough and rougher pumping away. She struggled feeling pain and pleasure mix.

She tried to move her hips but he grasped onto them locking them in place he found….the center of her pleasure and as much as she didn’t expect it…as much as she didn’t want it there was no stopping it. Michelle cried out as she struggled and fought against an all powerful…all consuming orgasm it twitched through her body shaking her to her core…it was dark and dirty and oh so good she twisted her head and closed her eyes as her body hummed and glistened with pleasure…she tensed before going weak….and still as he body milked and pulled at his member Quinton did not let up.

He bent down close to her….holding her tightly as his muscles strained and sweated. The desk moved several inches on the floor and the people down below probably heard him pounding away but he didn’t care.. He didn’t care about anything but her tight fucking pussy around his engorged member.

He crushed her smashed her against he desk as he felt himself tighten and tense. He groaned and grunted squinting his eyes as the vein in his forehead felt like it was going to pop he strained and pulled up pushing deep inside her he released in a single swift motion all of his tension …his crappy weak his…annoyance flew away as if it never existed…his eyes turned to dazed slits as his speed spewed into her.

Neither of them knew what hit them as they breathed deeply….for several minutes they just stayed there until Michelle came to her sense…Reality of the situation of what had just happened it her. The pleasure the shock she felt quickly faded as she struggled out from underneath him. He stood letting her go.. She fell to the floor he legs trembling they felt weak….

She attempted to get up again and she almost couldn’t walk she fell into the chair reaching for the tissue box on his desk she emptied nearly half the box out as she cursed at herself why hadn’t she insisted on using a condom…why had she even let herself go that far in the first place… She cringed thinking she’d gone way to far. Coming in here she….she never would have expected this and to feel that way…she felt degusted with herself.

Quinton watched Michelle struggle to clean his seed from between her legs as a wave of emotion ran over her face. Quinton sided and stretched slowly getting himself dressed. Once he buckled his belt he grabbed a pen and paper. Michelle quickly covered herself wanting to get out of here before she could get to the door Quinton called out, “As much as we both enjoyed that…Don’t forget why you came…“Michelle he snickered at the duel meeting before he said, “What’s this Andy’s last name…and where’s he being held…”

Michelle turned around she didn’t want to spend another minute with this man. But he was right she’d come here for a purpose. Andy…oh Andy….she had no idea how she was going to explain this but said. “Andy Shawter,”

“How do you spell that…” said Quinton. He wanted to get the name right for the man he was going to make disappear.

Thank you for reading^^