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Chloe shook her head as she stood in the bullpen. She hadn’t taken Lucifer seriously when he’d claimed to have been kidnapped, but when he led them back to the place in the desert where he’d claimed to have awakened, the half-buried body certainly suggested something was deeply wrong. The Lancaster PD had helped them find a key fob and that had led to the revelation that the dead man was Steve Banales, a local hotel owner.
But when she got ready to head over to meet his partner, Josh Hamid, Lucifer begged off.
“I’m sorry, detective,” he said, “but the new lieutenant said he has something important he wants to discuss with me. You go on ahead without me. I’m sure everything will be fine in your capable hands. Perhaps Daniel can serve as backup.”
Chloe was taken aback. She usually had to try to calm Lucifer down when he eagerly tried to jump the gun on interrogating witnesses and suspects, and now he was telling her to go off with Dan?
“All right,” she said, slowly. “If you say so.”
“I do,” Lucifer said primly, adjusting his cuffs and looking towards the new lieutenant’s office.
“All right,” she said again, feeling abandoned as Lucifer quickly hurried away. “Hey, Dan,” she said after walking over to his desk. “Want to come along with me? I’ve got a lead on a possible witness in the kidnapping case, the victim’s business partner, Josh Hamid.”
“I wish I could,” Dan said, looking up from the piles of files on his desk. “But the lieutenant’s assigned me to take on the duty of union rep, and he’s got me going over these back files… I don’t know what Douglas was doing letting them pile up like this!”
“Oh, oh, well, then,” Chloe said. “Uh, sorry about that. I’ll, I’ll just go on my own then.” She felt a little odd heading out of the precinct on her own again. She hadn’t done that since Lucifer started consulting with her. Still, it should be okay… it was pretty clear to her that she was only going to be interviewing a possible witness, not a suspect.
When she arrived at the hotel where she’d been told she could find Hamid, she found a party in full swing when she got to the penthouse level. Trying to be discrete, she didn’t immediately identify herself as a detective with the LAPD… nor did she mention that Steve Banales had been found dead.
Josh Hamid was a smiling, jovial host, when she approached him, saying, “Uh, hi, you don’t know me, but I’m Chloe Decker.”
He’d smiled at her and pressed a drink into her hand, saying “hi! I’m Josh! Welcome!”
“Uh, I don’t know that I should…” she began to say, but he waved off her objection.
“Oh no! You have to try this! It’s something special! I got a new bartender and she’s whipping up all sorts of new cocktails!”
Chloe looked uncertain but took a sip of the drink as she looked around at the cheerful and excited looking crowd, some scattered through the penthouse level venue indoors, others on the balcony along with Chloe and their host. She tried to hide it, but she was impressed. The drink was good, going down smoothly, unlike some of the whiskies Lucifer tried to press on her. He’d rave about the taste of one and she’d try it and think it was like trying to drink tar.
When she looked back at her host, his head was cocked a little to one side as he regarded her. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said. “You said your name was…”
“Chloe Decker,” she said, glancing around. “Um, could we talk in private? I… I don’t exactly think we should talk about, uh, what I have to talk about, in public.”
He’d raised his eyebrows and gestured towards a nearby sliding glass door that had been pushed back. “We can go in through here…” he said, smiling broadly. “I think we should go on through to the other side, though. Wouldn’t want to have people wander through, right?”
Chloe nodded, thinking he sounded awfully cheerful… which was a good argument for thinking he didn’t know about his partner being dead. She followed him through a series of rooms, all of them full of ‘beautiful people,’ some chatting (or chattering, she thought unkindly) about the latest thing of one kind of another… the latest film they’d seen… the latest one they’d been asked to read for (she twitched at that overheard conversation fragment)… the latest trend of this, that or the other. Finally, they popped out the other side of the venue, and down a ways, so they were distant from the various guests and liveried staff.
“Now, what do you have to tell me, Chloe Decker?” he said, leaning back against the rail of the balcony on this side of the venue. “Something… special?” he said, with a shit-eating grin on his face.
She frowned at him in confusion, taking another drink as she tried to settle on a way to tell him his partner was dead. She’d had to do that kind of thing before, and it was never fun. So, she took a hit off her drink. And then another one… and found herself turning the glass around in her hand. She felt flushed, so she took another drink. Then she blinked. She’d finished the drink.
“Oh, gimme a second,” he said. He looked towards the venue, and she saw another liveried server just inside the door. “Perfect timing!” Josh caroled. “We need refills here!”
Chloe nodded, giving the server a smile. She’d always thought people didn’t give enough respect to the folks who made the world turn… the worker bees of whatever profession. The server smiled back and traded her glass for one of the ones he had on his salver.
“Leave ‘em all,” Josh said, smiling and gesturing towards a nearby table. The server smiled and nodded, leaving the tray of glasses and a couple pitchers and a carafe, while taking away the two glasses they’d surrendered to him.
“This is… kind of awkward,” Chloe said, fidgeting. She’d never enjoyed being the one to break the news to a victim’s spouse… father… child… friend… that they weren’t going to see them again alive… only in the morgue or at a funeral.
“Hey, maybe we can make it less awkward,” he said, grinning at her. “I mean, life’s too short, right?”
Her brow wrinkled, she peered at him, then rubbed her eyes with the fingers of her left hand (her right hand holding the drink that she lifted to her lip a moment later… after taking a drink a moment before). She shook her head, blowing out a breath. She felt… hot. She used the fingers of her left hand to flap the left side of her jacket and then unbuttoned the top button of her blouse… and then the next one, because she felt… not only hot, but… constrained.
“I, uh, don’t quite know…” she began to say. She did, actually, know what she should say. ‘I’m sorry, your partner has been found dead in the desert… half buried in the sand. Do you know anyone who might want to kill him? Did you?’ That’s what she should have said… but it wasn’t what she did say.
“I don’t know if you know who I am,” she began.
He grinned at her. “I’m pretty sure I do,” he said.
She blinked at him. He knew she was from the LAPD? Oh, shit, maybe he was the killer!
“I mean, I’ve always admired your work!” he said. “So, when I saw you walk in the door, well, I was… just amazed! I mean, me… meeting Chloe Decker! I… I was, what do they call it? Gob smacked?! Like, oh, wow!”
“Uh, I…” she began.
“I mean… Chloe Decker! It’s been a, well, life-long fantasy would be an exaggeration! I mean, you’re only a couple years older than me, I’m sure! But… but I’ve always been a fan!” he burbled.
Chloe felt her heart sink. Oh. Oh god. A fan. Somebody who knew her from her, urk, ‘movie career.’
“I mean, that scene in Retinue? And before that, when you played the daughter in Never Have I Ever! and when you played Joan in that after school special, Punk of the Year! I couldn’t stop laughing for weeks! You were just great!”
Chloe was flabbergasted! This guy… Josh Hamid… was talking about her stuff from before Hot Tub High School! And roles that she’d actually enjoyed playing.
“Oh, um, well, wow, thanks,” she said, flushing.
“I haven’t seen you in much lately,’ he said. “Like, I mean in years…” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you go into another part of the business? You been doing foreign stuff?”
“Ah, no,” Chloe said, hesitantly before raising her head. She had nothing to be ashamed of. “I, ah, got out of the business… after my dad died I went back to school and changed careers.
He nodded expectantly.
“I got a job with the LAPD,” she said. “I’m a detective now.”
“Oh, wow!” he said, eyebrows up and a grin on his face. “That’s gotta be intense, right?”
“It’s really different,” she agreed wryly.
“So, why’d you come see me?” he asked, cocking his head to one side, and taking a drink. She hesitated until he raised his eyebrows again and nodded towards the drink in her hand. She flushed, nervously, and took a sip… and then another one… and then a deeper draft, before putting the glass down on the table next to them. As she drew a deep breath, and he regarded her with inquiring eyes under upraised eyebrows, he refilled her glass.
“I, uh, am here because… because of your partner, Steve Banales,” she said.
“I knew it!” he said, grinning again. “He knows I have such a crush on you and arranged for you to come… ‘interrogate’ me!” He grinned at her, laughing and slapping his thigh.
“Oh, uh, no,” Chloe gasped. “No, no… he didn’t ask me…”
“Oh, he must’ve contacted your agent!” Josh said, laughing
“No!” Chloe said. “He didn’t! I’m… I’m a cop, I’m not an actress!” she protested, raising her hands in objection to his assumption.
“Nice try,” he said, still laughing, pressing the refilled glass into her hand. “You’re a great actress… but a cop? No, no way. You’re too pretty to be some grim grind.”
Chloe flushed, caught between resentment at his dismissal of her as pretty… but at the same time… warmed… by his describing her as something other than a ‘grim grind.’
“I’m a detective,” she asserted again, though she found herself swallowing throatily after she said it.
“Prove it,” he said, sticking his jaw out. When she went for her belt to show him her badge, he snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, you can pick those up for… what, ten… fifteen bucks? You can get them from any prop department!”
Chloe’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly as she struggled to counter his dismissal of her real role as an LAPD detective.
“What did you want to tell me?” he said. “What did Steve work up as the scenario?” he smirked at her, taking another drink from his own glass now, his eyes glinting at her over the rim of his glass.
Chloe blinked and tried to catch her breath and took another drink from her glass to try to steady herself. As she tried to find her inner balance, she took another drink after that.
Frustrated, she felt flushed, too. How could she persuade him she wasn’t kidding?
“I. Am. A. Cop.” She said firmly. “A detective. I would for the LAPD’s robbery and homicide division. Your partner, Steve Banales, was found dead in the desert. We’re trying to trace his… his actions this past week. That’s what’s brought me here.”
Her host maintained his skeptical expression, one corner of his mouth turned up. “So, you want to know what he did this past week?”
“Yes!” Chloe said, hoping he was finally going to take her seriously. “Do you know? When did you last see him or hear from him? What did you talk about?”
“It was a few days ago,” he said, shrugging a little. “It was actually about this party… the one we’re at right now.”
Chloe blinked at this. “About this party? She said, taken aback.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling at her. “He said he was planning a surprise for me… you’re it, right?”
Chloe stared at him, open-mouthed. “What?!”
“You know, he must’ve briefed you on it,” he said easily. “We regularly play pranks on each other! He must’ve realized… remembered… I had such a crush on you and set this up!”
Chloe shook her head. How could she get through to this guy, she asked herself. She looked away from him for a moment, looking out towards the water, and absently taking another drink from the glass she was still holding. She ran her tongue around her lips as she tried to think her way forward.
“I don’t know what to say,” she said. “That was the last thing you talked about?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much,” he said.
“There has to be more,” she said, insistently. “I mean, you were partners… what’s going on in your business? Would there have been hard feelings about this place?” She gestured at the room next to the balcony.
“Are you kidding?” he said, looking at her with what looked like amazement. “The Angelette Hotel is doing a great business! So’s the place we’ve got in Miami… and we’re expanding into Vegas… we’re making money hand over fist!”
“Nobody’s trying to shake you down?” she asked, persisting in questioning him. “Contractors? Lenders?”
He rolled his eyes, then looked at her speculatively. “Tell you what,” he said, “I’m almost ready to tell you to take off… go tell Steve this isn’t funny anymore, but…”
That last ‘but’ stopped Chloe from loudly objecting to his threat to tell her to leave. She waited to hear what he had to say.
“I’ll agree to more questioning,” he said, “if we go downstairs. This is still too public.”
She looked around. They were alone on the balcony, though she could see through the large floor to ceiling windows that party guests were now coming in and going out of the adjoining room and so could see them on the balcony.
“All right, I suppose so,” she said. Though when she started to put down her glass to follow him, he said, “bring that along. We’ll have another drink while we talk.”
She sighed but followed him back inside… where he veered off for a moment and opened a cabinet to grab another bottle, saying “it’s my private stock”… and then led the way to a different elevator than the one she’d come up on from the lobby level. He pressed a button labeled “P”… which she thought odd, since they were already on the penthouse level, but it glided down a couple levels before stopping for them to get off. He led the way off to the left, and a moment later, she sniffed. It smelled like… chlorine?
“Here we are,” he said, “it’s a bit more private.”
She blinked at the glass wall that revealed a large Olympic-sized pool with chaise lounges dotted around the apron that surrounded it. Light poured in from the other side, where another glass wall faced the ocean.
“More private?” she said, surprised at him calling it that.
“Yeah, in here,” he said, opening a door beyond the pool, and walking on through. Chloe followed him and blinked.
“Oh no,” she said.
While the pool room next door was brightly lit, this room was cooler and darker with rich redwood paneling and broad redwood blinds covering what she assumed were windows to the outside world. But it was what was centered in the room that had drawn her exclamation. There were three sunken hot tubs in a row, two of them with covers stretched over them. The third hot tub, furthest away from them, was uncovered, and she could see by the gleam of the water that it was full.
“We can talk in the tub,” he said with confidence.
“No!” she said. “No way, I’m not going to get in that tub!”
“Then I won’t talk,” he said firmly. “I’ll call my lawyer, and you can leave. If you want me to talk, you’ll agree we do it in the tub.”
Chloe drew a deep breath… then let it out with a sigh. She didn’t have any easy options. She didn’t really have any other leads. Ella had come up dry, and Lucifer was off doing his… ‘Luciferness’… with Peirce.
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” she objected.
“I can lend you one,” he offered, giving her a grin. “Or, you could do without one.”
“No!” she said quickly. “I don’t want to ‘borrow’ one!” (Ew, she thought, that’d be like borrowing something left behind by one of Lucifer’s guests!) “I’m not borrowing one of your… your… guests’ leftovers… and I’m not skinny dipping!”
“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug and a grin. “What’re you gonna do, then?”
She paused, torn between her preference for discipline and modesty and her desire to solve the case. She had to question him; she had to get to the bottom of this. “All right,” she said reluctantly, “I’ll get in the tub… but I’ll keep my underwear on.”
He nodded, smiling faintly. “Works for me,” he said, setting down the bottle and the glass he’d brought along with him, and starting to strip off his shirt. She watched him warily for a moment as he dropped the shirt onto the bench that ran along that wall. Swallowing a little nervously, she took another drink from the glass she was holding before setting it down on the bench, too.
After hesitating a moment, shaking her head, Chloe shrugged her brown wool blend jacket off down her back, and pulled her black cotton shirt off over her head and sat down on the chaise lounge to unzip and slip off her boots. She pulled her little half socks off before shifting to unfasten her skinny jeans, which she shimmied down over her hips and down her legs, lifting her feet out of them before laying them on upper end of the lounge chair. She’d avoided looking him… though she wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to see him watching her remove her clothes, or if it was because she didn’t want to watch him remove his own.
She felt awkward in her bra and panties and decided to quickly cover up by getting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the recessed hot tub, quickly lowering herself into the tub, concealing her body beneath the warm water as she sat on the bench that circled the inside of the tub. She was relieved at that and finally looked in his direction.
“All right,” she said. “I’m in the hot tub, let’s talk.”
She saw him turn to look in her direction, his eyes veiled. He was tall, just over six feet, with blue-green eyes, and curly dark brown hair. He weighed about 78 kg and looked fit as he drank some more from the glass he picked up from the bench that ran along the paneled wall that separated the hot tub room from the pool area. Then he refilled her glass, brought it over to the tub and held it out to her.
“Drink up,” he said.
She shook her head.
“Drink up, or I don’t talk,” he said.
Exhaling in frustration, she took the glass from him and held it to her lips, looking away from him for a moment as he stood beside the raised side of the tub. When she looked back, he was smiling and taking another drink himself. He’d already shed his blue shirt and the white undershirt he’d worn beneath it, kicking off his sneakers before skinning out of his grey pants. So, for a moment, before he stepped into the tub, she saw that he was wearing a pretty full Speedo. Then he closed the distance and slipped into the tub. As she sat on the bench inside the tub, she was relieved that they were now both submerged in water that rose chest high. He was sitting on the submerged bench a little to her left, his body angled a little towards her, so she shifted a little herself, resting on her left hip to face him as he stretched out his right arm, letting it rest on the rim of the tub, his hand actually behind her.
“So,” he said. “Tell me a bit more about yourself. You said you quit the business… to become a cop?” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
She blinked at him in some confusion.
“I wanna know, ah, a bit more about you… before we, ah, talk… Maybe start with your earlier career.”
Ah, well, um,” she said, licking her lips, her mouth feeling dry. She quickly took another drink. “It’s probably nothing you’d really care to hear about…”
“No, I’m interested,” he said. “You said your mom was an actress?”
“Oh, yeah,” Chloe sighed. “Penelope Decker… the ‘vampire queen’… she made a lot of cheezy sci-fi and horror movies. It was a good living,” she said, deciding not to downplay her mom, even though she drove her crazy. “Just… not ‘a’ list movies.”
“Hey, not everything can be… and there’s room for all kinds of movies… shows… and you gotta make a living,” he said with a grin. He sipped from his own glass and raised his eyebrows, and Chloe took another drink to fortify herself for the rest of the story.
“I was usually in the ensemble,” she said, “though I eventually graduated to ‘friend number 3,’ and... worked my way up to actually having named parts. That led to the shows that you mentioned, Never Have I Ever!, and Punk of the Year!, and Retinue and some other stuff… stuff you probably never heard of.” She swallowed, then took another drink. “There were a bunch of things I was in, over time, mostly bit parts.” She paused, since she was getting close to the part of her life she didn’t want to talk about. “I, uh, aged out of a bunch of parts and my mom decided I should try for different roles. I went from being Chloe Decker to Jane Dancer and…” she took another nervous drink, “and tried out for, uh, some older teen parts… I wound up going back to being Chloe Decker for some of them, and… and it wasn’t as much fun… honestly it was never much fun for me, not like it was for my mom…” She looked into the distance and took another drink. He’d topped off her glass a couple times. She rubbed her left hand against her forehead, blinking a bit before starting again, though she skipped over the making of Hot Tub High School and the death of her father. If he didn’t know about Hot Tub High School, she wasn’t going to tell him about it. And the death of her dad was too personal. She just... she just wanted to do her job. She ran her hand over her hair and took another drink.
“After… after I quit… quit making, uh, movies, when I decided to change… change jobs… I, uh, had to take classes first, before I went to the academy… my… my ed… education had been kinda spotty… I… we… had on-set tutors sometimes but… but I needed to take some classes to… to pass my tests and… and get… get my… my degree…” She didn’t really want to talk about that part of her life… that time of her life… either, so she took another drink, shaking her head, lapsing into silence as she drifted for a moment, trying not to think of those memories, those days. She felt hot and a little lightheaded… and thirsty. She felt so thirsty…
“Your glass is empty,” he said suddenly. “Let me refill it.”
She blinked at him. She hadn’t remembered finishing her drink, but her glass was empty, so she let him refill it for her and then took a drink as he watched her, a faint smile on his face.
“So, you quit making movies and went back to school,” he said, “and then you went to the police academy?”
“Uh, huh,” she said. “I, uh, had to take classes and… and pass phys… physical tr… training tests before… before I could actually… actually become… become a cop.”
“And so you wound up what… walking a beat? Working in a police station?” he said, his voice sounding amused.
“Uh, huh,” she repeated herself. “Had… had to do that for… for four years… and take… take more classes… and tests… and pass… pass interviews to become a detective.” She smiled at the memory of being told she’d been promoted to a detective.
“Sounds intense,” he said, smiling. “But you did it, huh?”
She quickly swallowed the drink to help clear her throat and then coughed to clear it further. She needed to get back on track. “Yeah. Yeah, I… I did. But I, uh, want… want to know…” her voice shut off for a moment. She’d leaned forward when she spoke to him, putting one hand out to try to establish a basis for trust. But the hand she’d put out under water, thinking she’d rest it on his knee… missed its mark… landing instead between his legs, to find Josh was sporting an erection that was straining his Speedo, and even projecting beyond it.
“Oh!” she said sharply.
“Well, hello detective!” he said with a grim, shifting his hips so her hand was plastered against his hard-on.
She flushed deeply, mouth open. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…’” she began to say when her eyes went wide… the fingers of her right hand, which she’d accidentally rested on his Speedo, were now being wrapped around Josh’s naked cock… somehow the friction of her hand… or his… had pulled or pushed his Speedo down and he was now squeezing her fingers against his thickening cock. “I… um… ah…” she gasped, shaking her head… her hair came loose from the knot she’d had it pulled back into… the hand that had undone her hair now pulling her head towards him so he could fasten his mouth on her own. Her tongue had been feeling thick and she’d been feeling both hot and lightheaded and now someone else’s tongue was in her mouth… and she drew a sharp breath as she felt Josh’s other hand skim down across her body, carving its way through the water, brushing her bra away from her body, the palm of his hand cupping her breast for only a moment before his fingers slipped down beneath her panties, his fingers curling and pressing against her cleft… And yet... she was still gripping his cock with her hand... of her own volition now... and was eagerly pumping it up and down... stirring it up, making it harder...
Her murmured, “Uhm! Uhn! Uhn!” was smothered by his mouth as he pressed hard against her, pinning her against the side of the hot tub, his slick fingers, squeezing and thrusting into her… between her legs… “Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!” she repeated, as his fingers stirred within her… curling… pressing… thrusting…
“Always wanted the ‘Hot Tub Hottie’,” he murmured into her mouth as her eyes rolled up, and she moaned at the sensations that began to stir between her legs, in her core, and the spangles that emerged against the insides of her eyelids, and he added, “that movie really inspired me …”
“Uhhhhhhh,” she moaned, “oh, oh, oh, oh…” as she found herself lifting her bottom up off the submerged bench as his fingers curled within the mouth of her vagina… though she’d lifted one hand so it was pressed against his chest, the fingers of her other hand were still wrapped around his cock… as his mouth fastened on her throat beneath her left ear, she shivered and spasmed, her head rolling back, her hand slipping off his chest and down to rest on his side as he moved in and up, between her legs, her other hand being pushed aside and off his cock as he slipped his hands up under her arms to grasp the rim of the tub behind her, her feet now up on the submerged bench her bottom was resting on, her legs widespread, knees projecting from the water on either side of his body… she gasped as she felt his heavy glans graze her now exposed cleft (her panties were now floating on the surface of the water, the flimsy butterfly knots that had secured them no match for the sudden ripping motion of his hand). She was breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering, she offered no resistance…
Her head rolled back as he sucked and licked at that special place on her throat, feeling the flush of sensation that always summoned up in her, and she found herself pressing her body against his, her breasts against his chest, his hips between her thighs, the movement of his body rocking and lifting her up and out of the water as he rose up, standing on the submerged bench to lift her onto the floor next to the hot tub, her legs still dangling in the water... until she wrapped them around his, behind his knees, and she pressed her lower body against his. And then she lay back on the floor, smiling up at him as he reached out, stroking the sweet curves of her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples… and she reacted by arching her back, her nipples hardening, a faint moan escaping her lips… as she pressed back against him.
As he looked down on her, her head rolled a little to one side, the tip of her tongue appeared as she tried to lick her lips. He licked his own lips and then lowered himself between her legs, the fingers of his right hand spread on either side of her vagina as he leaned in, tongue flicking against her labia, then slipping two fingers into her, thrusting and circling upward as his tongue teased her clit, flicking up under her hood…
Chloe’s hips rocked, lifting upward, pressing her sex against his mouth, bucking against his fingers and his hard jaw. As she whimpered, Josh looked up the expanse of her body, across her belly and breasts… the fingers of his right hand still probing her pussy, his left hand reached down and grasped his hard cock, giving it a couple quick jerks to confirm it was hard and ready for action… then he shifted up off his knees to now stand on the submerged bench of the hot tub. Now his right hand pulled out of her pussy, pressing against her left thigh as he stood and guided the deep red knob of his glans against… into… the mouth of her vagina….
“Uhhhhhh,” the blonde detective moaned as his thick cockhead spread her sex, her thighs trembling as she rolled her head from side to side… mission accomplished, his left hand abandoned his cock to reach up and caress the nipple of her right breast… exploring its hardened rise from the surrounding areola by rubbing his thumb over it as his palm and fingers cupped and squeezed her breast… “Ahhhhhhhh,” she now moaned as his hand and shaft explored her body… and she responded by lifting her hips again, pushing back against his cock so its warm thickness sank deeper into her. The palms of her hands were pressed flat against the matt surface of the interlocking tiles that formed that floor surrounding the hot tub, her mouth open as she breathed slowly and shallowly… as his cock pumped in and out, at first slowly and shallowly and then faster and more deeply, her breath coming out of her in rhythm with his thrusts, “huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh…” and she thrust back up against him... inviting him in... deeper...
His hands were now down, grasping her legs behind her knees, lifting them up as he thrust against her, in her… her toes alternated spreading and curling, her calves quivering… her body shaking, breasts jiggling, breath stuttering out between trembling… smiling… lips… at the sensations that were rippling through her body… though he was thicker than average, she was very wet (and not from the hot tub), and so the strokes of his thick cock against her clinging walls were intensely pleasurable and she rhythmically rocked back against his thrusts, and when he leaned in and lapped at her mouth, she licked back, sucking on his tongue, her left hand coming up to rest behind his head, loosely cupping the back of his head as she pressed her lips against his, catching at his mouth with her own… and when his right hand caressed her throat and then her neck under her left ear she rolled her head to the right and breathed out an extended “ahhhhh!” and she thrust her tongue into his mouth even as she thrust her pelvis up against him, taking the tip of his cock deeper into her vagina as she quivered around its girth…
Josh pumped his hips between her legs, pistoning his shaft in and out, in and out, in a fast, deep rhythm… a rhythm she matched with a “Aah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!” that puffed against his mouth… her legs were now wrapped around him, feet intermittently pressed together (the rocking pulled them apart from time to time)… as she thrust back against him, sucking his cock into her pussy… slapping wetly with her wet nether lips against the base of his cock… gasping, more than unresisting… accepting… desiring… hungrily embracing… his rampant priapic presence… his thick cockhead deep in her throbbing… pulsing… eagerly milking… embracing… pussy… a warm, wet, close clasping… squeezing… cylinder around his thick, marbled shaft… until her vagina rhythmically contracted around his thick, throbbing gristle… as if milking him, seeking his semen… until his cock pulsed repeatedly deep in her body, his sperm swirling around her cervix… as they both gasped and clasped at each other’s bodies… Josh driving his cock deep into her, as she clutched at him, pulling him close and tight, so her wet flowering labia spread around the base of his cock… his cock throbbing, pulsing, and squirting into her depths… as she sprayed against his close pressing pelvis…
And she moaned… in pleasure and release… her hands stroking his sides… even as his hands clutched her hips as he unloaded his jism into her core…
“Oh god,” she whimpered, her eyes still half-lidded, her lips dry for all her efforts to lick them… as Josh’s cock pulsed again and again… and again… spraying semen into her… as she caressed his ass cheeks with her hands… all oblivious to how their encounter had begun… but engrossed in the way it reached its end…
Throb… throb… throb…
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she gasped, as she came tumbling down the cascading collapsing wave of her orgasm, the rippling… no, surging!... break of the heights of her personal Nazaré wave… a swell that raised her to heights rarely experienced by any human… and a quivering, spasming… descent that surged through her, as she jammed her sweet wet, succulent flesh against his own hard, matching and throbbing flesh… the throb… pulse… and surge of their fluids mingling as they mutually moaned, clutched, and kissed each other… before they fell unconscious, splayed… and entwined… on the tiles next to the hot tub… forming what Rabelais called ‘la bête à deux dos.’… Chloe humming contentedly at the rhythmic pulse of his cock within her body… before she drifted off to sleep, Josh’s cock, quiescent, but thick, still lodged within her…
***
Chloe drew a shuddering breath. Her eyes were still closed as she lay on her back on a hard flat surface. Her left arm lay at her side, her right arm angled up, the fingers of her right hand resting on her sternum, her palm against her right breast. Her legs were spread, forming a shape like a lower-case h, and between them, her pussy felt… really good. She flexed her bottom, lifting her hips up, pressing her cleft up against a burrowing tongue that pulsed and sucked at her wet lower lips… now she let out a trembling sigh and her own tongue ran around her upper lips before she caught the center of her lower lip between her teeth for a moment before releasing it again, her breath filtering out as his tongue… whose tongue?... flicked and circled, pressed and curled against and around her lips and hood, pulsing and sucking… she squeezed her breast with one hand as the other hand knotted itself into a fist… her breath shuddering out of her before she swallowed, licking her lips again… then she flexed her bottom, lifting her hips up… and in response the mouth gave one last hard suck… and lifted away from her… and then she felt her legs shift, and a weight press against her right inner thigh… and a thick knob slap against her labia as an arm brushed against her own right arm… Josh had shifted up to loom over her body, hands on the floor on either side of her body as he positioned himself to bump and thrust his cock into her… Chloe’s eyes flew open and she stared up at him as she felt the saber of his cock thrust into the scabbard of her pussy. Her hands flew up… to grasp his arms as he thrust into her again and again… closing her eyes, her mouth still open as she gasped and breathed heavily as he rammed into her… then he pulled out, grasping her by her right thigh, he shifted her onto her left hip, her upper body still on her back (or three quarters of it) as he pushed her right leg up, her left leg still outstretched, and slipped his cock back into her pussy… holding her bottom with both hands, he resumed his rapid pumping as she rolled her head, hands pressed against the tiles, closing her eyes… then he shifted his grip on her bottom from just her right buttock to flip her butt entirely over, though her upper body lay mostly on her left side as he pressed on, pelvis slapping against her cheeks as his cock stroked in and out of her warm and wet sex… as he pistoned away at her, Chloe shifted her upper body so she was supine, her breasts pressing against the floor, her face cushioned by her hands… he was resting some of his weight on his hands as he bent over and kissed the right side of her face and then the back of her head, then he shifted back again, his cock drawing back and out of her clinging flesh… his hands were otherwise occupied than bearing his weight for a moment or two… and then his right hand was back, clasping her right breast… and she felt his cockhead pressing against her again, between her legs… and then in the valley between her cheeks pressing against her wrinkled star… she drew a series of short breaths as she felt the onion dome steadily press against her straining sphincter… not forcing its way in, but keeping up a steady pressure against her tensed ring… until she relaxed it for a moment… and her sphincter yielded to him and his fleshy cone spread her tight back passage, the entry eased by a thick layer of lube he’d spread over both cockhead and shaft… the broad base on his glans spreading her anal opening and drawing a faint moan from her amidst her heavy breathing… her hands clenched next to her face and then tried to relax… even as that broad cockhead advanced into her rectum… her mouth opening as she breathed heavily… her bottom feeling… full… as both glans and shaft pressed on, relentlessly invading her ass until the base of his cock… his belly… was tight against her quivering butt cheeks… her thighs and calves were soon quivering too as he began to rock in and out, his thickness making her feel incredibly… full… and the weight of his heavy cockhead stroking the wall separating her anal and vaginal canals began to stimulate her vagina even as her anus throbbed around the thick shaft that pumped in and out, stretching her, but fortunately not grating her, the thick layer of lube greasing the passage of his fleshy piston in and out of her tight ass…
And then she felt him drawing back, her anus clinging to his shaft as he drew back… back… and then the crown of cockhead strained and popped out and Chloe exhaled in relief… and then she was flipped over on her back again, and he pulled her towards himself, lifting her legs up, folding her over, her ankles over his shoulders, her thighs pressing against her breasts, as he ‘introduced’ his cock to her anus again… as she stared up at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, panting as his broad onion-domed glans spread her sphincter again, paving the way for his thick dick to press on in and fill her rectum with his pumping piston until her calves and thighs were quivering and her gasping ended with her bucking and spasming, her eyes rolling back in her head, her hands fluttering against his hips as he pounded deep into her bowels until he jerked and thrust and she squealed… and his jism sprayed into her depths as he pressed her back against those hard tiles… before he let her legs slip down and her body straighten out, as he lay heavily on her, her legs splayed wide as his cock still throbbed and pulsed in her bottom… her heart’s pounding gradually slowing as she slipped into exhausted sleep…
Chloe stirred. She felt… heavy. No, she felt a heavy weight on her. She licked her lips, turning her head and exhaling again. She moved her hands and felt them resting on… something other than her own body. She scraped her lips against her teeth and blinked again, exhaling. Her chin was resting on someone’s shoulder, with a head pressed against her own. She tried not to move, only shifting her eyes to make out what she could… a head covered with dark and curly hair. He was lying on top of her, her breasts pressed against his chest, his… his hands half-resting on and half-clasping her waist… and his… his body… between her thighs… and… and a… a thick… appendage resting … pressed… against her. She shifted her head to look downward, down a muscular back… a back minus any scars… to solid male buttocks…
Blinking, half dizzied, Chloe tried to calm her pounding heart. What… had… she… done? What had they done? The last she remembered was… was going to the Angelette Hotel, by herself, to question the co-owner, Josh Hamid, about his partner, Steve Banales… how the hell… did she wind up… naked… under some guy? She cast her eyes around and saw, with a sinking heart, the glimmer of the surface of a hot tub just a few feet away… and a bottle… of tequila?... standing on the floor next to a couple glasses.
“Oh, no,” she said quietly. “Oh no.” She closed her eyes for a moment. She should never drink tequila, she told herself for the millionth time. It unlocked things in her she'd rather no one else would discover... certainly never Lucifer Morningstar!
As she lay there under Josh, she tried to shift out from under him without waking him up. She didn’t succeed. “Hmm?” he murmured, his hands stroking her sides.
“I, uh, I need to get up,” Chloe said. “I… I gotta go to the bathroom… I have to clean up,” she added. His hands were caressing her hips, and then she caught her breath. He was nuzzling her throat, licking and nibbling… that spot. Her heart beat a little faster and she could feel her nipples hardening against his chest… he could feel them, too.
“Hmmm,” he murmured again, more assuredly… more wakefully… and she could feel him stir between her legs.
“I really gotta go,” she said, not quite panicking… she’d already done the deed with him, she just needed to get things under control.
“Really?” he asked, not quite whining, but disappointedly.
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” she said in a low voice.
“Oh! Oh, yeah, okay, I get it. Gimme a moment,” he said, and let go of her body to push up off the floor, getting onto his knees and then onto one foot and one knee, offering her a hand up. She took it, trying not to stare at the semi-erect shaft pointed in her direction. “Follow me,” he said, still holding her hand as she got to her feet. “It’s over here.”
She might’ve tried to pull away but he was heading for a door that she hadn’t realized led to a bathroom, since it was at the other end of the room from the door to the hallway. He swung the door open and she saw it led to a small locker room, with some benches, a shower area, and a row of narrow doors. “Toilets,” he said, gesturing toward them. “This isn’t the locker room for the pool area. This is just for the hot tubs. There’s showers and a changing room on the other side of the pool from here for anybody using the pool.”
‘Oh, okay, great,” she said, relieved that they weren’t… she wasn’t… going to be surprised or found naked by anybody else. “Uh, excuse me,” she said.
“Oh, sure, go ahead,” he said, and turned to head towards the hot tub room again.
She sighed with relief and stepped into one of the stalls and sat down. As she sat there, she buried her face in her hands for a moment. What had she done... again? She asked herself. Well, she thought, shifting for a moment, she kinda knew what she’d done from the looks… and the feel… of things. When she wiped herself, she found a generous amount of lube on the toilet paper. She blew out a long breath and sighed.
“You okay in there?” she heard a voice call.
“Uh, yeah,” she said, licking her lips and swallowing. She… sorta felt okay, she thought, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles and stretching her back. She grimaced. And… that was only sorta okay…
“You want a shower? I grabbed some towels,” she heard Josh’s voice call.
She sat up. That… actually sounded pretty good. She needed to… clean up… and maybe the shower… a hot shower… would help her aching muscles. Her back… and her lower back… felt… strained. What did we do, she thought. And then rethought. I don’t want to know what we did, she thought, shuddering.
“I’d like to take a shower,” she called out, as she carefully opened the door to the bathroom stall. But Josh wasn’t anywhere in view.
“Oh, sure,” she heard him call as if from far away. “Just make yourself comfortable,” he added.
Chloe sighed with relief and made her way across the small locker room to the shower area. She turned the spigot and held a hand under the spray, smiling as it warmed up and then stepped forward into the cascade, closing her eyes and tilting up her face to let the warm water flow down her face and body. She found it warming nicely… and the flow was stronger than at her home. Idly, she thought the hotel probably had what would seem like an unlimited hot water supply compared to the metered water at home.
She sighed and then hummed contentedly as she squeezed body wash from the container on the wall and began to stroke it over her body. It was warm and smooth… slick even, and pleasurable… she lifted one hand to her face, inhaling the scent… lavender? she wondered for a moment, before running her hand down her body again, and then she caught her breath, as she felt his hands now joining hers in running over her body, his right hand running up and down her right side, thumb behind her back, his left hand resting on her left hand as it stroked the body wash up from the curve of her belly up to stroke across her breast as she arched her back, mouth open and eyes closed… her gasp shifting to a moan as his slick right hand came around her thigh and dipped between her legs and against her cleft… her mouth formed an “O” and she drew her breath in and out slowly as his slick fingers stroked and probed and she tightened her bottom, lifting and pressing against his hand… his mouth was nuzzling the left side of her throat again… her breathing becoming heavier… as she felt his heavy cock upright against her bottom, between her cheeks… his right hand was fingering her pussy as his left hand was caressing her breasts… her own left hand had dropped down and reached behind her to roll over the thick crown of his shaft… a crown and shaft that felt slick and thick even before the water cascading down her back reached it…
Chloe might’ve felt… unsettled… when she’d first awakened but now that his hands were on… and in… her body again, her desires were being fanned into flame again… she pushed her bottom back against him, feeling that long fleshy shaft pressed between their bodies… upright between her cheeks as her hand slipped off it… and then she was turning to face him, her head rolling to one side again as he sucked at the left side of her throat, her nipples taut against his body, his hands pulling her against him, his slick cock now rubbing against her belly… and then he grasped her cheeks and lifted her up and up, and then settled her down again so her thighs were wrapped around him, and his heavy, upright cock was pushing once more between her labia… cockhead pressing on and in as she sank down onto him, as she panted and he rocked on and in… again and again…. “ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…” she gasped, mouth open wide, eyes closed...
That was the scene that greeted Steve Banales’ eyes when he walked into the shower room… his partner Josh busily fucking some slender blonde. Steve had just flown in from Miami and had been pissed that his driver wasn’t answering his phone… had apparently taken off with the limo. He suspected it was some prank of Josh’s to get back at him for the tiger in his backyard. But now his eyes lit up. Josh had apparently set up some hot date… now it was his turn to throw a monkey wrench into Josh’s plans. Stepping back out of sight of the pair, Steve noted a tube of lube lying on the counter next to the sink. Quickly shedding his clothes, Steve squeezed a hefty amount of lube onto the palms of his hands and worked to thoroughly grease his pole… stroking it upright at the same time. Then, when he was fully ready, he walked around the corner and stepped into the long shower area. Josh was standing facing him, eyes closed, a fierce grin on his face, the blonde in the air, back to Steve, her thighs wrapped around Josh’s hips as he held her up, arms under her knees.
Chloe’s belly was against Josh’s, his cock angling up into her pussy, her eyes closed, her arms around the back of his neck… when Steve stepped in, his hands pulling apart her cheeks… and the ruddy acorn of his cockhead pressed against the pulsing ring of her anus… and he thrust home… Chloe’s eyes flying open as she groaned more loudly… “uhhhnnnnn!”… as Steve’s own girthy rod drove up and in, deep in her ass… as their twin pistons pumped in and out of her, fore and aft she moaned and groaned and gasped…. “Uhhn-uhhn-uhhn-uhhn-huhn-huhn-huhn-huhn-yuhh-yuhh-yuhh-yuhh…ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!” as the partners pounded her into submission… and… overwhelming sensation… as she felt her every nerve respond to their rocking and rubbing… she moaned and felt helpless in their controlling arms… not that she was really resisting them… her hands were hanging onto Josh’s shoulders as she panted and gasped as she savored the sweet sensations of fullness and friction in her pussy and ass… as she trembled, quivered, shook and ultimately spasmed around their cocks… and they sprayed their seed deep into her body… butt and box, both… and her own squirting joined the fluids on the floor beneath their feet…
Racked by her latest orgasms, Chloe felt faint and was limp, feet dangling, as her hands hung loose… caught between the two men, head resting on Josh’s left shoulder.
“Man, Steve,” Josh said, “you picked a hot one for me…” He could feel the ripples of her pussy walls against his throbbing cock as the wave of her contractions slowly passed off.
“Me?” Steve said, panting over her shoulder. “I’m just paying you back for hijacking my limo. Who’s this honey, anyway?”
Her head rolling to one side, Josh blinked over her shoulder at his partner. “This is Chloe Decker! The Hot Tub Hottie!” he said. “You sent her here to play at being a cop, investigating your murder!”
“Huh?!” Steve grunted, as his own cock throbbed and pulsed and emptied the last jets of jism into Chloe’s bowels, his cock buried deep in her ass. “I’ve… been… in… Miami. I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I just flew back into LA… and was stuck at the airport without my ride. You… yanking my chain?”
Josh shook his head, shifting a little as Chloe hung limply off his body. “I… uh… thought… I mean, she isChloe Decker! She was in Hot Tub High School!”
“Really?” Steve said, squinting at the back of the blonde head that was resting on his partner’s shoulder, his hands still firmly planted on her ass. “I, uh, didn’t recognize her from behind…”
Josh laughed. “Well, the movie did feature her tits! Especially when she popped out of that tub! I scored with her in one of the tubs next door, too!” he confided in his partner.
“Well, I didn’t set this up,” Steve said, his hands gripping the sweet globes of her ass as he backed off, slowing drawing his cock from her clinging flesh until her pulled out of her with a faintly audible ‘pop!’ He looked down and grinned at the rosy flesh that was exposed by her slowly closing ring. “But that was some finest kind of ass!”
Josh rocked Chloe a bit in his arms. “Hey, Chloe!” he said. “Who sent you?”
She didn’t answer… not with any words… though she did utter a faint snore.
“Guess we wore her out,” Josh said wryly. “Better get her to bed.” With that… and Steve no longer up her butt… Josh carried the slumbering detective out of the locker room, pausing when he reached the hot tub room. He’d said he was going to put her to bed, but all there was in here were those redwood benches and the hard tiled floor. Naked as they were, he couldn’t take her back upstairs, could he? He cocked his head a little more to one side, her head rolling against his neck on the other one. He looked back at Steve, who’d pulled on his shirt and pants, and toed his feet back into his shoes, and was now buckling up. “Can you grab my clothes? Uh, our clothes? I’m gonna make a dash for the elevator and go up to the private level… can you bring them along? Hope there’s nobody using the pool right now,” he added in a low mutter to himself.
“There wasn’t anybody when I walked past it,” Steve said, stooping to snag up all the clothes.
“Why’d you come down here anyway?” Josh said as he shifted to keep Chloe in his arms, his cock slipping out of her as he did.
“You weren’t upstairs,” Steve said. “I checked in at the party and you weren’t around, though folks said they’d seen you… talking to some blonde. So, I guessed you lured her down here to…” he grinned, “get down and dirty… and clean… all at once. I was right,” he added with a shrug.
Josh grunted in reply and Steve opened the door to the hallway, letting Josh duck out, with the woman in his arms. Josh made his way past the… thankfully unoccupied… pool area to the elevator. He nodded for Steve to push the elevator button, the doors immediately opening, and ducked into the elevator. “LL” he said, shifting again as Chloe lolled in his arms, against his body. The press of her flesh against his own made him stir again, but then the elevator doors opened again, and he exited into the lower-level hallway that led to the security suite… and the adjoining sleeping quarters. “In here,” he said, and Steve opened the door for him, and he carried on into a bedroom suite. Not as fancy as the best of the hotel suites, but not too shabby either. Josh carried Chloe across the room, where he laid her down on the bed, and pulled a sheet over her as she shifted onto her side, and her snore faded away into heavy breathing.
Steve closed the door behind him and brought over the clothes, handing them to Josh, who allowed Chloe’s clothes to drop to the floor while he began to put on his own again.
Steve cocked his head as Josh was cinching up his belt after tucking in his shirt. “So, you said she showed up claiming to be a cop? Looking into ‘my’ murder?” he asked, shaking his head. “I can see why you thought it was one of our pranks…”
“Yeah,” Josh said, frowning down at her. “But I recognized her! I recognize her! And she admitted she was the ‘Hot Tub Hottie’!”
“And you got her out of her clothes?” Steve asked, looking at the jumble of skinny jeans, shirt, jacket, and zip-up boots that now lay on the floor.
“Well,” Josh said, grinning, “she wasn’t shy about shucking her clothes!”
Steve bent over and picked up the jacket and jeans. He frowned at the badge on the belt that he now saw for the first time.
“You can get those anywhere!” Josh said, following the direction of Steve’s gaze… a task made easier by the fact that Steve was poking at it with a finger.
Steve dropped the jeans back on the floor and began to go through the pockets of the jacket. “Keys,” he said. “Driver’s license… huh, Chloe Decker, all right.,” he said.
“Told you,” Josh said smugly, leaning back against the credenza that ran along one wall.
“And…” Steve said, slowly, pulling one hand out of one of the side pockets of the jacket, one that had hung heavily. “One automatic… a Glock,” he said, looking at Josh, raising an eyebrow.
“Uh, lots of folks own guns,” Josh said… not quite as firmly as he might have in other circumstances.
Steve stuffed the gun back into the pocket and dug into another one. “More ID,” he said, taking out a slim billfold, and flipping it open. “Uh, business cards and… a city employee ID card… in the name of… Chloe Decker, Detective III, LAPD.”
Josh stared at his partner, speechless. “Holy… shit,” he said.
“Hey, I’m the one who fucked her up the ass,” Steve said. “You just got her holy pussy.”
“I fucked her up the ass earlier, too,” Josh said, his voice now definitely feeble sounding.
“Well, I guess you fucked the Hot Tub Hottie and, uh, dicked a detective at the same time,” Steve tried to joke.
“Do you think she’ll hold it against me?” Josh asked worriedly. “Though,” he looked thoughtful, “she gave me a pretty good hand job earlier… before we started to fuck in the shower…”
“Maybe it’ll be okay, then,” Steve said. “Though… if she’s really a cop… who’d she think was, uh, the dead…me?”
“You said… Tony didn’t meet you at the airport?” Josh asked.
Steve looked at his partner and at the woman in the bed. “He is my height,” he said slowly. “And hair color… and if he had the car registration on him… they might’ve thought he was me…”
“Do we let her sleep, or do we wake her up?” Josh said worriedly.
“I think I need a drink first,” Steve said. “Maybe you need one, too. Then we wake her up.”
Josh swallowed, nodding, and said, “wait here.” He headed out the door to the security suite next door. Returning a couple minutes later, he was carrying three new glasses and a new bottle… of whisky, this time. He poured some whisky into each glass, handing one to Steve and keeping one for himself. “Here goes,” he said, and Josh and his partner both took a slug from their glasses. “Wakie-wakie,” Josh muttered, as he knelt by the side of the bed, near the headboard, and gently shook Chloe’s shoulder. “You need to wake up… we need to talk,” he said to her, shaking her a couple more times… as gently but insistently as he could. “We need to talk!”
Chloe eventually stirred, shaking her head and blearily peering at him. “Wha… what… is it?”
“We… we need to talk,” Josh said worriedly, his eyes interrogating her. “You’re really a cop?”
Chloe shifted in the bed, turning over, her eyes going wide as she felt the sheet drag across her naked breasts. One hand flew up to keep her breasts covered by the sheet. “Oh no,” she said.
“Oh yes,” Josh said with a sigh. “I’m… I’m sorry. I… I thought you were, um, pretending…”
Chloe shifted again in the bed, the twinges from her lower body reminding her of exactly what they’d been doing. “Well, no,” she said. “I’m not pretending.” She looked at him with worried eyes of her own. “You’re not going to tell, are you?”
Josh shook his head vigorously. “No! Never! Uh, but, but I have to tell you… Steve isn’t dead.”
Chloe shook her head, looking annoyed. “I’m sorry, but I have to tell you we found his body in the desert!”
“But I’m not dead,” she heard another voice say and looked across the room to see another man standing in the bedroom. “I’m Steve Banales… I just flew in from Miami. I’ve been out of town… my, uh, driver didn’t meet me at the airport. He… Tony Rublos… had my car…”
“So, he’d have your key fob,” Chloe said slowly after looking at the man for a moment.
“And my registration,” Steve said, nodding.
“Shit,” she said, sitting up. “I need my phone. I gotta call Ella… my forensic tech,” she added as they looked worried. “She can confirm your story… do you have his contact information?” she asked. “I mean… his home address? Phone number? Does he have any relatives who can confirm his identity?”
“He’s got a sister, Rosa,” Steve said. “And I, uh, have their home address. He lives with her,” he added at Chloe’s faint frown.
“Oh, okay,” she said, her brow clearing.
Josh had picked up her jacket in the meantime and handed it to Chloe, who dug her phone out of one of the side pockets.
“Ella,” Chloe said, after her call went through. “Yeah, I’m, uh, fine. I’ve got news for you… it’s not Steve Banales we found in the desert. No, he’s alive… yeah, I’ve talked with him. He thinks that maybe we ID’ed his driver, Tony Rublos, as him because he had the key fob and registration for the vehicle on him. He said we can check on that by going to see his sister… Tony’s sister… Rosa Rublos at the following address…” Chloe rattled off the address. “Yeah, that’s what I said. Yeah, it’s going to be, um, embarrassing to straighten this all out, but, yeah… necessary. Uh, no, I’m not near the precinct right now, I’m, uh… yeah, still questioning some, uh, witnesses… uh, huh, yeah… yeah. That’s right. Thanks for getting on top of this.” Chloe sighed as she disconnected the call.
“This is going to be a pain in the ass,” she said under her breath, grimacing.
“Do you, uh, do you want a drink?” Josh said awkwardly.
She looked at him, raising her eyebrows to see him gesturing towards the bedside table.
“I didn’t know if you might need a drink now,” he said.
She pursed her lips in a wry moue. “Yeah, I think I do,” she said, reaching for the glass and lifting it up to take a long swallow.
Steve and Josh both took quick drinks, too, at that moment, swallowing the liquor as well as renewed arousal at the sight of Chloe’s right breast as the sheet slipped down to expose it.
Chloe shifted up in the bed to lean against the headboard, putting down her phone to take hold of her tumbler of whisky with both hands. She seemed ignorant of the fact that doing this meant that the sheet she’d had pulled up to cover her breasts had now fallen to rest on her belly. She looked into the glimmering whisky. “I can’t believe we got it wrong,” she murmured, shaking her head in denial, before taking another drink. “This is going to be a pain in the ass to explain.”
“You still solved it, right, though?” Josh said tentatively. “I mean, at least the identity of the victim? You’re the one who discovered that, right? I mean, we helped, right? No… no need to say how…”
“We won’t say,” Steve said, clearing his throat.
Chloe looked over at him… noting the bulge in his pants. She looked back at Josh standing by the bedside, a similar bulge in his pants, a bulge that Josh almost absentmindedly squeezed with his left hand. She looked up at his face, lips parting, before catching her lower lip between her teeth… and then taking another drink… a long drink that drained her glass. She held it out to him. “Can I have some more?” she said, giving him a little smirk.
“Uh, sure,” Josh said, quickly pouring her some more.
“Thanks,” she said, draining the new glass, too, before setting it down on the bedside table and giving him another, similar, look. “Can I have some more?” she said again, this time following up by pulling the sheet down and flicking it aside to reveal her naked body.
Josh’s mouth fell open, while Steve quickly stripped down and climbed onto the bed and between her legs, pulling her down a bit on the bed as he knelt between them, guiding his erect cock into her already wet and willing pussy, his still slick shaft parting those lovely lips, even as Chloe’s nearest hand reached out towards Josh, who was unzipping his pants and revealing his rising cock… a cock that Chloe’s hand grasped and directed to her mouth, for her to lick and suck as Steve lifted her legs up by her ankles and then her thighs as her legs went up over his shoulders and he pounded away at her, Chloe gasping at the renewed sensations rising in her… until he shook and thrust hard against her, his cock throbbing and pulsing… even as her mouth was now sucking and massaging Josh’s balls with her tongue… and then Steve was pulling out of her and Josh moving aside so Josh could take his place between her legs, Steve’s wet red-heading cock making room for Josh’s own upright pink cock as Chloe lay back, breathing heavily as Josh thrust into her… her legs still up in the air, Josh’s right hand grasping and squeezing Chloe right breast as Steve’s right hand grasped her hair, tipping her head forward so she could see as well as feel Josh’s belly slapping against her… Steve’s left hand holding Chloe’s right hand, wrapping her fingers around his own cock, so she could squeeze and pump away at it while Josh hammered away at her until she bucked and thrust and spasmed again, thighs trembling and body jerking against Josh’s belly as the walls of her vagina rhythmically squeezed his throbbing cock, returning pulse for pulse, to milk out the last of his jism… before falling limp again… the air shuddering from her lungs, blinking in surprise as Steve gently peeled her fingers off his own cock…
“I… think… we’re done,” Steve said.
Chloe blinked at him, lips parted… panting… “I… I… guess… so,” she said.
“This’ll be our secret,” Josh said. “I… promise.”
“It… better,” Chloe breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “I still have to find the killer… so, I may be back to… question you… again.” She gave them a quick smile.
“Sounds good to me,” Josh said.
“Me, too,” Steve Banales echoed him.
“I gotta get… dressed again,” Chloe said, still breathing a little heavily. “I’ll need another shower, too. Alone this time,” she added.
“Okay,” Josh said. “Uh, I’ll… we’ll… give you privacy for that.”
“Then I’m going to need to take your witness statements,” Chloe said, as Josh and Steve both stepped away from her, and she sat up and shifted so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
They nodded their agreement as they began to pull their clothes back on.