1 comments/ 9937 views/ 1 favorites Victim of the Game Ch. 01 By: grayfox_mgs Inside of a prestigious hotel is a banquet being held. Johnny Trapper sees the woman from across the room, slowly chewing her meal. For an instant, he catches her attention. They stare at each other for a brief moment before the woman returns to her meal. Johnny fantasizes about the woman while he is meddling with his food. He imagines her suckling his enormous member while he gropes her firm breasts as he gasps for breath. Trapper's fantasy suddenly halts when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the stunning beauty walk in the direction of the bathroom. He admires the sexual talent from afar as he stares at her voluptuous ass, as it sways back and forth amid the crowd. Trapper begins to stand up, only to steal a glance from the woman. He hesitates, but eventually Johnny makes it to the restrooms, only to notice that the sexy being he was following has disappeared without a trace. After realizing that she's probably in the bathroom at this very moment, he hides behind a pillar concealing him from the woman's view as she exits the bathroom. Within a few seconds, the beautiful woman he adored from afar exits the bathroom in the same alluring way she entered. Her fine physical physique accompanied by her scintillating maroon dress causes Trapper's member to enlarge in his pants. Johnny feels the tension. He wants to confront the amazingly sexy woman in front of him, but he wants to wait for his erection to subside. She is fading away along with her amazing behind as she walks away. Johnny decides that he can't lose so he dismisses his erection and chases after her. Trapper gets to the woman before she reenters the banquet room. He grabs her shoulder and quickly turns her around. Johnny was waiting for a reaction, an unsteady flinch from the woman telling him that she's scared, but it never happened. He felt relieved. "Hey," Johnny says. "I saw you from across the room." "I know," the woman replies. "I saw you watching me. I went to the bathroom hoping you would follow me." "Why did you think I would follow you?" "I didn't. I was hoping that you would follow me. I felt like giving you a quickie, because you look like you have a big dick." "It's never too late for one of those." "I believe it has. My friends are awaiting my return to the banquet." "Well maybe we can get together later." "Maybe," she starts to giggle. "Maybe not." The woman erupts into roaring laughter. "What's so funny?" Trapper asks. It only took a second for Johnny to figure out what she was laughing at. He tried to look at her face, but her vision was concentrating on something below her. In a second he realized that his erection has yet to vanish. "I guess," the woman starts. "I was right." "Right about what?" "That you have a big dick!" The woman giggles violently as she points at his enormous erection in his pants. "I have to get back to my friends, so see ya'." As she leaves, she casually slips a note to Trapper. The woman seductively trances away from Trapper. He tightly grasps the note he was given and reads the perfectly written message inscribed on it: Meet me later. Room 204. Johnny Trapper had to wait patiently for over an hour before the woman he was attracted to left her table. She stared Johnny down as she departed from the banquet. Trapper followed her to the elevators. He looks towards the elevators, but the woman is nowhere in sight. He searches the hall for any trace of the illustrious woman. Johnny spots her down the hall calling the private elevator, usually reserved for hotel personnel and administration officials. Trapper walks toward her. "Why," Trapper begins to ask. "Are you calling a private elevator?" The woman replies, "So we can have our privacy. In the public elevators, we might be interrupted." "I thought we going up to your room." "We are, but who says we can't have fun before that?" The elevator arrives at the ground floor with a distinct beeping sound. Trapper asks, "Why aren't the doors opening?" "Because," the woman says. "This is a private elevator. You have to have clearance in order to enter one. You must have a key, which I have." The woman inserts the silver key into the slot and almost instantly the elevator doors open revealing the empty cabin inside. They both enter the elevator, with the woman walking to the right-inner wall to press a button corresponding to the desired floor. She presses the third floor. She says, "We have all the time in the world to do this. The sound will beep when we get to the third floor, but the doors won't open until I open them manually. So we definitely will not be interrupted." The woman steps backwards as Johnny shifts towards her. He presses her against the metal railing attached to the rear wall, while feeling her body underneath her dress. He gropes at the woman's breasts and squeezes them with intense verocity. Trapper fondles her entire body, from rubbing her nipples to feeling her hairless cunt, as he kisses her dry lips. Before they even get started, the elevator reenacts the beeping sound, as the elevator stops at the third floor. "Don't worry," the woman says. "We aren't going anywhere just yet." Trapper holds the woman's body steady as he unzips his pants, revealing his penis. He lifts the woman up against the wall and slides his shaft into her pussy, gently grinding her against the wall. "By the way," Trapper starts to ask. "What's your name?" The woman answer turns into a high-pitched moan. "Kaaat Daw, Dawson." Johnny began to push harder and harder wanting the woman to scream at the top of her lungs. At every chance, he tried to pound his cock deeper inside her. As Trapper sprang as far as he could into her pussy, he looked up to see the expression on the woman's face. Some women make weird faces when they are riding a stiff cock, but not this woman. She owned the face of someone who was enjoying his sex drive, while at the same time enduring excruciating pain. Her firm breasts sagged and bounced at the rapid pace of Trapper's desire to make her squirm. Eventually, Johnny's fast pace fucking came to a halt as he softly let the woman's feet touch the ground once again. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it in the corner of the elevator while the woman sneakingly takes off her dress as well. Kat Dawson bent down on her knees and grasped Johnny's hard dick and softly licked around the edges, coming closer to the head, before stuffing his entire shaft into her mouth. Trapper felt the tension erupting inside her mouth. He was surprised at how incredibly good Kat was at downing his cock. He loved the intense feeling of his penis in her mouth as she held it, sucking every inch of cock she tasted, as it throbbed inside her mouth. She violently forced Johnny's penis out of her mouth. Kat is about to lick it some more when Trapper forces her on her back. He flips his dick towards as a surge of semen shoots over her beautiful tits. She lifts her head up, wanting to taste some of his cum, but gets something else entirely. Trapper forces his smooth cock into her wide mouth, as she gets fucked in the mouth. Her curious grins and exasperating moans cause Trapper to look at the woman, beautifully sucking on his penis. He knows that she wants to taste his cum, but he wants her to earn it. Trapper wants to Kat to make him cum uncontrollably. He wants a total unexpected cum shot to sift through her mouth. Trapper wants her to choke on her own wishes. Now. He feels the tension flowing thoughout his dick. "HERE IT COMES!!!" Trapper yells. The explosion erupting inside her mouth rocked her head back as she choked, but covered well by swallowing everything that burst inside her mouth. Trapper flips his dick out of her mouth and shoots some more on her gorgeous face. She licks her lips trying to swallow every bit of his semen, before she grabs his cock once again for the ultimate showdown. Kat Dawson jacks Trapper off as good as anybody could possibly do. She hears him groan in agony, as she clasped his dick until it got as hard as rock. "I," she manages to say. "Like it when you're hard." "So do I, baby." Trapper replies. "So do I." After Kat finished jerking him off, he laid down on her back, motioning for Johnny to stick himself inside her pussy. Not a second later, when he complied with her wishes. Kat rises her legs over his shoulders as he penetrates his cock deep into her cunt. She stares intently into his eyes. "Fuck me," she moans. "Fuck me hard!" He didn't want to disappoint her, so he gave her what she wanted. Trapper thrusted in and out of her vagina making her scream in intense pain. He watches as her breasts jumped simultaneously with his movements. As he went deeper and harder into her pussy, she grappled his body with her sensational legs making it easier for him to fuck her harder. "Harder! Harder! HARDERRRRR!!!" Trapper could sense she was climaxing as he wanted to give her the best orgasm she has ever encountered. "I'm about to cum." Kat screams. "So am I." Trapper yells. "I want you to cum inside me." She paused. "Now fuck me harder!" Johnny kept pounding her with his dick until he heard the loudest scream he has ever heard. He wasn't sure if anyone was outside the elevator, but if someone was, they heard it. He withdrew his cock from her pussy walls, as Kat smiled sheepishly. Trapper kissed her as he asked, "Now how was that?" "Incredible by all standards." They were confined in a passionate kiss with Kat stroking his still-hard dick. The female touch on his cock made him want her even more. "I want some more of your dick." Kat told him. "You sure?" "Yeah," she sighed. "But not right now. Let's go back to my room for some comfort. My back is killing me." Trapper just then realized he probably needed something comfortable to fuck her on, because these tile floors weren't helping him. He kisses her once more, before lifting her on her feet. He runs his hand all over her steamy body, groping anything to get her aroused. Her tits were staring at him, and he wanted nothing more than to suck them. He slipped his finger into her cunt and felt that it was wet. Trapper shot his finger up into her pussy when she quickly removed it. "Not now," she pleaded. "Let's go to the room." Trapper agreed to her wishes. Kat picks up her clothes and finds the key to the elevator. She quickly opens it and runs away naked, showing off her incredibly sexy body. Trapper puts his shirt back on along with his pants. He looks out the elevator door to see her running down the hallway. He chases after her, soon catching up with her. Kat fiddles with her keycard and drops it on the floor. To pick it up, she bends over revealing her sultry ass, exposed to the horny Trapper. Without thinking about it, he quickly flipped out his dick and jammed it into her anal opening, waiting for her to moan wildly. "Oh," she moans. "That feels soooo good." At that response, Trapper quickened his speed of fucking. As his pace quickened, her moans turned to screams. He pumped her as hard as he could as he grabbed her clitoris to distract her from the severe pain she is receiving on the ass end. Quicker than he imagined, Trapper was climaxing. He was about to explode. Kat could hear his soft moans. She winced when Trapper splurged in her ass. As Johnny kept pumping away at her ass, Kat got closer to her inevitable orgasm. He thrusted her hard. "Oooh," she moaned. "Keep going. Fuck me harder, harder. Aaaah! HARDER!!!" Trapper felt her opening tighten around his hard cock as he felt her pussy juices drip from her cunt. He withdrew his stiff member from her ass and let her feed away on the cum surfacing on it. "Your cum tastes so good." In one last attempt at swallowing all of it, she grasped his hard dick and drove it into her mouth for one last, merciful suck. Kat lets the cock fall free from her mouth as she picks up her clothes and the keycard she dropped that led up to her ass fuck. She inserted her key into the door, waited for clearance, and trampled her way inside, motioning for her horny partner to enter. Trapper followed her in, hoping for some more grateful sex, but guessed wrong. She fled into the bathroom, obviously to change into her sexy red dress that drew his eye in the first place. Johnny took the opportunity to sift through her belongings. On top of her bed was a suitcase filled with provactive outfits, along with different variations of the dress she wore tonight. Underneath a silk skirt is where he found them. The pictures he was sent to retrieve were sitting idle on the backside of the suitcase. He shoved the photos into his pants pocket and pondered on how he was going to do it. There was only one thing left to do, and he felt guilty doing it. But his thoughts came to an abrupt end when Kat's sexy figure came out of the bathroom in that fine dress. Kat laughed and says, "My friends are probably wondering where I am, so I better get back to them." She watched the expression on Johnny Trapper's face and told him, "Don't worry. You can stay as long as you like, preferably I want you to wait until I get back so we can go at it again." "You're not going anywhere." Trapper said. "What do you mean?" As she said, Kat knew how stupid it sounded, because the item grasped by Trapper's left hand was a pistol. She knew her fate as soon as he raised it to head level, and she closed her eyes and silence is what followed... TO BE CONTINUED... Victim of the Game Ch. 02 Shawna was riding his dick cowgirl style. She loves the sensation of grinding down on a big hard cock. Her partner, Art, is savoring the attention his cock is receiving and is passionately groping Shawna's breasts. Shawna begins to scream continuously until the heart-racing fucking was over with. She lifts herself off of his lively dick and kisses him on the mouth. "How was that, Art?" Shawna says. "Do you want some more?" "Fuck yeah," starts Art McKendrick. Shawna Taylor begins to lower herself until she is in full view of his stiff cock, ready for insertion into her mouth. She licks around the head of his dick when the phone rings on the nightstand adjacent to the bed. "This is Art." McKendrick says when he picks up the phone. "Hey Art," replies the voice on the other end of the call. "This is Chief Kurt Crewe." "Hey Chief. What's up?" "We got a murder down at the station. Name is Kat Dawson. She was murdered at the hotel she was staying at last night. Looks like her room has been dug through. I want you to check it out." "All right Chief. I'm on it." "And by the way, I've been trying to reach Shawna, but her phone ain't picking up at her house. Maybe she's out and about with her cellphone. You call her and get down here to the station and take over from there. Got it?" "Got it boss." The phone goes dead. Art replaces the phone in the cradle. Shawna eyes him sheepishly. "Was that Crewe?" Shawna asks. "Yeah," replies Art. "He wants us down at the station immediately. We're assigned to the murder of Kat Dawson." "Well, Crewe can wait. Because from what I can tell, we haven't finished what we started." Shawna crawls over to Art and grasps his cock while he cups her breasts and begins to suckle them, causing her to shiver with delight. With the delightful sensation being performed to her breasts, Shawna grabs a tighter hold of the dick in her hand and starts to work her hands on it with skill. Shawna's handjob causes Art's cock to stiffen out while she moans due to the throbbing sensation her breasts are receiving. "Ooooh," Shawna moans. "I want to suck your dick and make you cum!" Shawna removes Art's face from her breasts and lowers herself onto her knees. With his hard cock in her hand, Shawna sets her mouth around his dick and continues his sexual pleasure. She hears his gasps amid being concentrated on soothing his cock. Shawna pumps Art's cock deeper into her mouth causing him to ache in pleasure. "Shawna," Art screams. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. I'M GONNA CUM!!!" "Go ahead," replies Shawna. "I want to taste your warm cum in my mouth." With that expression, Art's cum shoots from his dick spraying her mouth top to bottom. Shawna removes Art's member so she can continue to swallow his semen. Art grabs his dick and starts to rock it until some more of his cum comes spurting out, this time on Shawna's flawless face. "Lick that shit up." Art yells. Shawna licks her face trying to clean all of his cum off of her face. Getting most of it, Shawna turns around and gets on her hands and knees, extending her ass in Art's face. "You want me to fuck your ass, Shawna?" Art asks. "Oooh, yes," Shawna says. "I want you to fuck me hard and cum inside me." Art lowers himself so he can insert his dick into anus. He spits in her opening so his member can easily slide in her ass with relative ease. Art slips his cock deep in her ass before he starts to make her quake. He hears her moans, but continues nonetheless. He rocks her ass into his cock as it goes deeper inside her. Shawna shrieks. "Ahhhhh," moans Shawna. "That feels sooooo good. Fuck me harder...harder...HARDER!!!" Art obliges to her request. He pounds her harder as he goes deeper and deeper into her ass. Art feels the sensation flowing within his dick and he knows he's about to explode. In a matter of seconds, he pumps her full of cum and quickly withdraws. "How was that, Shawna?" "Excellent." They both resume to get their clothes on for another day of work as a detective under Police Chief Kurt Crewe. They soon arrive at the station with Crewe in an agitated state of mind. "Where the fuck have you two been?" Crewe yelled. "Well," responds Art. "She wasn't picking up her cellphone. Finally twenty minutes ago she answered it. I told her what was up and we got here as quickly as we could." "Well, did you tell Shawna about the victim?" "Yes Chief." "Good. It's a shame to what was done to her. Bullet in the head. What a way to die. She was a beauty. Red hair. Probably a great fuck. I want you two to search her hotel room right now. Question anybody who may have known her. Now go!" Art McKendrick and Shawna Taylor left as quick as they entered. They were on assignment to find the killer of Kat Dawson. Victim of the Game Ch. 03 Paris Leon is the leader of a swift criminal organization named the Leon Crime Family, which is comprised of government informants, hired assassins, and dangerous wheelmen. Inside her conference room, she is having a meeting with three of her favorite assassins: Vic Meyer, Chloe Young, and Ariel Rice. "Congratulations," Paris begins. "To all of you for successfully completing the work you have been assigned. Now three people are dead, because they had incriminating information against my organization." Vic Meyer, the high-tempered and handsome assassin, was concentrated on his beautiful boss. He is starring at her, paying no attention to her lecture. Vic is fantasizing about her mouth on his dick, sucking the life out of him, while he gently feels her tender body. Her shiny blonde hair is swaying all over the place as a result of her incredible blowjob. Enjoying the pleasure Paris is giving him, he takes the chance to feel her wonderful C-cup breasts... Vic's fantasy comes to a halt when his girlfriend, Chloe Young, nudges him in the shoulder, and he awakens to see three angry faces glaring him down. Looking embarressed, Vic asks Paris to continue her speech. "Thank you," Paris starts again. "Now enjoy your fantasies on your own private terms. Not here in this room. Got it." Vic nodded. "OK then. Let's continue." Paris Leon brings out a file folder containing information on the people that were killed by her assassins. She unclips a picture and takes out some paper work before she talks again. "Now, this picture," Paris shows everyone a picture of a man. "Is of a former employee of mine. Name is Clark Bondart. Decided to turn state's evidence against us, so Vic took care of him. This picture here," Paris brings out another photos and shows the others. "Is of a highly seductive woman by the name of Zoe Chandler. She somehow obtained paperwork crucial to this organization. She threatened to go the police, but Chloe and Ariel stopped that from happening. A bullet to the head always seems to work nicely." "Now," Paris begins. "Here are your new assignments. You all are going to be working on this, so listen up." Everyone listened intently to what she was saying. "A group of ragtag street mercenaries are trying to take us out. There are three of them. No names. You have to work hard to find out who they are and then kill them. Nobody is going to threaten me like that. Just get it done!" Paris Leon stands up and says, "Now, I've got to be going. I have a meeting with Johnny Trapper in my office at this moment. So complete your assignment and contact me when it is finished." She walks away. As Paris is walking away, she overhears an intense argument between Vic and Chloe, angry lovers. "Don't lie to me," Chloe shouts. "I saw you while she was talking. You were thinking and fantasizing about her, weren't you?" Paris just smiles and walks calmly into her office. * * * * * "Well," Paris says upon entering her office. "If it isn't my favorite assassin, Johnny Trapper. Nice to see you. Everything go well with Miss Kat Dawson?" "Yes," Trapper replies. "It did." "That's great to hear. I've got another assignment for you..." "Paris," Trapper interrupts. "I've told you that my last kill was my last one. I only came back for my payment, nothing else. I'm done. Retired. Just pay so I can leave." "Come on," Paris seductively says. "Do this one last thing for me. Please." "No. Go get my money NOW!!!" Paris Leon walks right in front of the chair, in which Johnny Trapper is sitting. "What do I have to do," Paris asks. "To make you change your mind?" "Nothing." Johnny replies. "How about this." Paris leans towards Johnny as he settles on her two knees. She aims to unzip his pants, and surprisingly gets no resistance. She yanks his huge cock out of his pants before giving him a short handjob. Paris puts her mouth around the head, calmly licking the sides of his dick. She envelopes his dick in her mouth and devours half of it. Trapper is enjoying the pleasure, but still hasn't come to recognize how he got in this position. He feels a sudden shift in his cock, and by the way Paris is looking at him, she feels it too. His cock is rock hard. At that moment, Paris thrusts his dick down her throat farther and begins to suck faster and harder. She hears Johnny's groans and shoves his cock deeper down her throat. Johnny's feels his dick enter deeper into her throat and without a moment's warning, he cums uncontrollably down her throat. Paris chokes. "A little warning next time?" Paris asks. "Sure. I just didn't expect it so soon." Johnny extracts his cock from her mouth and starts to jack himself off. A few seconds later, he aims his cum at her face and explodes. Her face is covered with his sperm and she licks it all off. Paris gets off of her knees and stands up. She leans over her desk and plants her hands on top of it for leverage as she sticks her ass out in the air waiting for penetration. Johnny takes his penis and gently shoves it into her ass. He can hear her moans already. He softly eases into her ass before he decides her quicken his pace. He launches his dick deeper and deeper into her ass while going faster every time. She is screaming in agony, but Johnny won't let up. He knows that he is about to climax. "Paris," Johnny says. "I'm about to cum." "Fill my ass with your cum." Paris replies. Johnny obliges her wishes and generates his sperm and sprays it inside her ass. He feels for Paris' breasts and decides to rub them. He eventually makes his way down to her pussy, which he finds is wet. As he's doing this, Paris is rubbing her ass onto his dick wanting more. "Fuck me harder! Harder! HARDER!!!" Trapper slams his cock deeper into her ass. That sudden thrust of pain made him quiver, along with Paris screaming at the top of her lungs. "I'm gonna cum, Johnny." Paris screams. Her talking didn't slow his fucking, but increases its' intensity. Johnny's fast thrusting is tiring Paris out and flatlines her against the desk that she is grasping. He takes his dick out of her ass as she turns around to face, before getting back on both knees. He violently rubs his cock and lays his cum across her breasts. Johnny Trapper goes and lifts Paris Leon onto the table. He lays her on her back so he can easily insert his cock into her pussy. As he does that, he grabs a hold of her arms to have leverage when fucking her. "I love how your cock feels inside of me. Fuck me hard!" Paris shouts. At that instant, Johnny starts to fuck her as hard as he can. He thrusts in and out so fast, he has neither the time nor the energy to hear her moans. He's just concentrated on pleasing her and himself. "Ooooo...," Paris moans. "That feels sooooo good." As Johnny is fucking her, he lowers his mouth onto her beautiful breasts. He touches them. He notices how perfect they seem, round and luscious, and big and full. He sucks on them to soothe the extreme fucking he is dishing out. He starts to go deeper into her pussy. He hears her moaning. He can hear her screams. "Johnny," Paris softly says. "I'm cumming. Oooooh. I'm cumming. Aaaaaah." "I'm about to explode," Johnny shouts. "I'm gonna come inside your pretty pussy." "Please." Johnny quickens his fucking. Then all of a sudden, his dick tenses, signaling an extreme blast of cum from his dick into her vagina, spraying everything inside. Johnny quickly withdraws his penis and wrestles with it to make it shoot out some more sperm onto his boss' lovely face. They both smile. "So," Johnny says. "What do you need me to do?" * * * * * Campbell Leon, Paris' husband, is peeking through the small window attached upright to her office door. He sees his wife fucking another man. Johnny Trapper. He's never liked him, but he'd like to end him. At that moment, Campbell is jealous. He wants to get rid of his wife for good, so he can take over the family business. * * * * * "The target is," Paris begins. "Sara Evans. She is a newspaper reporter. Right now, she is in possession of photos incriminating me in a disturbing manner. Not only are you to kill, but to retrieve those photos. And I want her to suffer." "That's a lot to ask for, Paris," Trapper says. "What are in these photos that are so detrimental?" "None of your business, Trapper. It's your job to complete the assignment with no questions asked." "I never said if I was going to accept the job." "Oh, you will accept the job. I didn't suck your dick and fuck your mercifully for you not to do it." "Fine, I'll do it. I just have one more question. Why do you want Sara Evans dead? If you only need the photos, just have someone steal the photos. Leave her alone." "I can't. She has copies of the photos. I have information that tells me that the other copies are in possession of the police chief at the police station. I have an informant resting in the station. My informant is searching for the photos. Now, if Sara Evans realized the photos were missing, she could easily call the police chief and have him release the photos to the public, which could crucify me. I need her gone, so there is ample time for my informant to find the photos without raising any questions. Because if she's dead, there is no one to call the police station, thus nobody to impede my informant's progress in finding the photos. Because if the photos are released, I am royally fucked, and my informant is useless." "That's quite a story, Paris." "Yeah," she smiles. "Now get the fuck out of my office." "Got ya." Johnny Trapper walks towards the door when Paris comes up from behind him and turns him around. She grabs his head and their lips connect passionately. Afterwards, she looks up in his eyes and smiles. Paris then grabs his crotch. "Thanks for one fabulous fuck!" Paris says. Johnny Trapper leaves the office with a smile on his face, ready for his next assignment. * * * * * Detectives Shawna Taylor and Art McKendrick walk into the police station after having no luck searching Kat Dawson's hotel room. She was murdered and nothing was left out of place, meaning no suspects. They walk into the station and police chief Kurt Crewe steps up to them. "Have any luck?" Crewe asks. "Um," Art replies. "No sir. The murderer left without a trace, leaving nothing behind." "The crime scene is too clean for an amateur. I think this was done by a professional. So get on it." "Get on what," Shawna interjects. "We have no leads." "Didn't my secretary tell you? We have some guy in the interrogation room named Ray Zane. Local authorities charged him with robbery after being found with some of Mrs. Dawson's belongings." "What sort of belongings?" "A purse full of money. We have him set up for you to interview him. Be careful. Zane is a street roamer. Be nice or you'll probably get nothing. Understand?" "Yes." "Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight." Art and Shawna start to walk together towards the interrogation room where their first lead is. His name is Ray Zane. Homeless kid who took up with some gangsters a couple years ago. Has been charged with several misdemeanors and one felony. The felony, grand theft auto, however, was dropped as soon as it got to court. As the two detectives made their way to the interrogation room, they got a good look at Zane. Young man, short, shaggy brown hair. Skinny and frail. Probably starving. "Hey Art," Shawna says. "Why don't you go to the cafeteria and get this kid and sandwich. Looks like he's starving." "Gotcha." Art made his way to the cafeteria down the hall. Shawna, however, entered the interrogation room noticing that Ray Zane had a grim smile on his face. "What are you smiling at, Ray?" Shawna asks. "Nuttin'." Ray responds. "Speak up. I said what are you smiling at." "Nuttin'!!!" "Good. I am detective Shawna Taylor and we will be joined shortly by my partner, Art McKendrick. We are in the midst of investigating into the murder of Kat Dawson, a virtual nobody. She worked for some company and was last seen at the company banquet a few nights ago at a prestigous hotel. At this hotel is where she was murdered. Do you know anything about this." "Nope." "Nope, huh? You see, I beg to differ. You were brought in here for having possession of the victim's purse. And that to me sounds like you know and little bit about a little." The interrogation takes a brief hiatus as Art walks in with submarine sandwich and hands it to Ray. "Here's a sandwich for you, boy." Art says. "Thanks." "So," Art looks at Shawna. "Get anything?" "Nope," Shawna retorts. "He claims he knows nothing about the woman, but he did happen to steal the woman's purse. I think he's holding something back." Art walks up the table that Ray is sitting at and slams his fists down on it, shaking the foundation of the room. He grabs Zane by his shirt and shakes him violently. "You listen to me, you fucker. You're gonna tell me what you know, or you'll be sleeping in a cell. And the next thing you know, you'll wake up with a sore ass. Is that what you want?" "No," Ray says softly. "What?" "I said no." "Good. Now tell me what you know." "I don't know nuttin'." "Bullshit," Art looks at Shawna as he walks out the door. "I'm of punks like these. I'm leaving. If you get anything from him, give me a page. Alright?" "Alright." Shawna says. Art leaves the room, after the slamming the door with all of his might. Shawna walks towards the windows peering into the room and closes the blinders, shutting off everyone's view of the room from the outside. She turns around and walks seductively towards Ray Zane. She sits atop the table and reaches down to pat Ray's dick, that is concealed within his pants. Shawna sees the boy blush. "Does that feel good?" Shawna asks. "Ooooh," Ray says. "Yep." "Are you gonna tell me what I want to know?" "I told you two that I don't know nuttin'." "Come on Ray. I'm not going to accept that horseshit. What do I have to do for you to tell me the truth? Huh? Suck your dick?" At that last outburst, Ray's mild expression turned hasty as his cock got stiff and hard at the thought of what she said. He tried to say something, but all he could do was mumble. Ray couldn't resist even when the woman detective tore at his pants zipper and pulled out his dick. And he still is speechless, even when he felt her mouth collide with his penis. It felt good to him. He groaned. Shawna licks the side of his cock, trying to soothe his entire member, before enveloping her mouth on the head. Her grasp on the dick held firm as she jerks him off until he gets hard. When his cock finally subdued to her hand, Shawna slipped the cock deep into her mouth and started sucking the life out of him. "Aaaaaaah..." Ray moans. Shawna keeps penetrating the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth almost reaching her throat. Eventually, Shawna felt his hard cock stiffen out, and she knew what came next. He is on the verge of climaxing. Immediately, Shawna slid the dick from her mouth and massaged the entire member, wishing for him to spray his cum all over her face. It never did. Shawna didn't want the cum laying all over the interrogation room, so to hide the evidence of sexual play, he stuffed the cold, hard penis into her mouth and began to receive the throbbing insulation of Ray's cum. She withdrew his cock after this was completed. "That feel good, Ray?" Shawna asks. "Yes it did." Ray replied. "Good. Now can you tell what you know." Ray Zane paused, but only for a moment. He is contemplating his answer and Shawna is staring at him seductively. Finally he spoke. "I have a friend," Ray says. "His name is Robbie. He roams the streets outside of the hotel where she was murdered. He knows everyone and everything coming in and out of that hotel. He will know more than me." "Where can I find this Robbie?" Shawna asks. "He lives on the streets in the alley opposite the hotel. He always wears a cardinals baseball cap and raincoat. You can't miss him. Just tell him that Ray sent ya' and he'll oblige." "Thanks for the info. And we can continue this tonight at my place." As Shawna leaves, she slips him a sheet of notebook paper that has her address inscribed on it. Ray can't wait until tonight. Victim of the Game Ch. 04 In the office of Police Chief Kurt Crewe, his telephone rings idly nearby. Crewe, sitting in his leather recliner, picks the phone from its cradle at the third ring. Crewe hoists the phone to his ear and speaks. "Hello," Crewe begins. "This is Police Chief Kurt Crewe. How may I be of assistance?" "Cut the crap with the formalities," the caller yells. "I call the same time every day, so there's not reason for you to go all professional on me." "Oh, hello Governor." "Where are we at with the pictures? Did you find the person responsible?" "To answer your questions, we have no leads on who took these pictures. And I don't think we will successfully unmask the mysterious photographer, who photographed you and some woman together. Let's just cut to the chase and you can tell who the woman in the picture is." "How about no, Crewe. The identity of that woman could ruin my career. I know you have the photos in your office right now, Crewe, but I have reason to believe that those are copies of the originals. Even if we do find the person responsible, there's no telling what will happen. If she goes to the papers with these photos, my tenure as this state's governor will be terminated." "Got ya' Governor." "No you don't get me. If you find the person responsible for taking these pictures and blackmailing me, you must also recover the original photographs. If you complete this task successfully, I see a big promotion looming in your future. Got me?" "Yeah." * * * * * Johnny Trapper enters the hotel, in which he stayed last night. A rekindling feeling clutches at his stomach, reminding him of the murder he conducted. Trapper killed Kat Dawson, because it was his job. He didn't want to kill her, but he had to. After that murder, Johnny vowed never to accept another contract again, but that all changed when he met with his employer, Paris Leon. Paris is a stunningly beautiful woman, who touched successfully persuaded him to accept one more contract, one offering compensation for the death of Sara Evans, a newspaper reporter with incriminating photographs. Trapper walks towards the hotel receptionist, and notices that it's a beautiful woman. Her identification tag says 'Liz'. Liz is a strikingly pretty blonde, with her golden locks raised up behind her head, to make her look more professional. Trapper thinks that Liz could look even more beautiful with her lovely hair withdrawn from its present state. Trapper looks Liz in the eye, and gets her to smile that striking smile. "Hello, Liz," Johnny says. "I am looking for a Sara Evans, who is residing in this hotel. Could you help me find her?" "Do you have an appointment." Liz asks. "Um, no, but I'm really good friends with her," Trapper lies. "Look, I just arrived in town today, and she probably wants to see me. Could you please help me out?" "I'm sorry, but our hotel policy protects the privacy of its tenants. Its our policy not to divulge the whereabouts, unless the tenants themselves call me, and arrange an appointment. And right now, Sara Evans has no appointments. Not today, and not tomorrow." 'Wow', thinks Trapper. 'A stunning woman with an attitude.' Johnny rests his hand on the receptionist's shoulder and smiles at her. Liz smiles back in an erotic way. "Can I help you?" Liz inquires. "Maybe," Johnny cunningly responds. "Are you in a relationship, by any chance?" "I don't think that is any of your business." "Well, I was just wondering because I wanted to take you out to dinner." "I won't go out to dinner with you. I'm smart enough to figure out that you are manipulating me into revealing information on the location of one of the hotel's tenants. I will not buy into your mediocre story, so go away." "Come on...." "Don't 'come on' me. You're manipulative and cunning, and besides, I am in a relationship." "Are you lying to me, Liz?" "No, I am not lying to you. And if you don't leave in the next minute, I'll have no other option but to call security to escort you out of the building." "I'm not leaving." "So be it," Liz angrily replies. She grasps her telephone and is about to call for security when she notices that the man is gone. She replaces the phone in it's cradle and resumes her work, when Trapper comes from behind and frightens her. "Thought I left?" Trapper asks. "I'm calling security." Liz yells. Johnny twirls her in his direction, and seductively touches her. He softly feels her tender body, without much resistance. "Get your hands off of me, now!!!" Liz shouts. Trapper plants an aspiring kiss on her lips, and presses her against her desk. She moans. Liz is wearing a professional blouse with khaki pants, which Trapper wants to remove immediately, and he does. He lifts her blouse over her heads and tosses it underneath the desk. He clasps one of Liz's breasts and without delay, forms his mouth around her nipple, and violently suckles it. In a swift motion, Johnny grabs both of her breasts and rubs them, making Liz more horny than what she is. Liz brings his head towards hers, and they engage in a passionate kiss. Liz shows her rowdy personality when he hurriedly pounces on Johnny and rips open his shirt, before she licks his muscular upper body up and down. As she's doing this, Johnny is grotesquely arousing her nipples. Liz gets to licking his breasts and eventually gets on her knees and removes his belt, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. She digs into his boxer shorts and retrieves his hard dick, in which she rapidly thrusts into her open mouth, casting her saliva upon it. "I'm going to make you cum in my mouth." Liz excitingly says. She withdraws his cock from her mouth and stiffens her grasp on it. Liz settles her wet tongue on the side of the cock, and roughly brushes up against it before inserting the whole thing into her mouth. She pumps the dick deeper into her mouth at every breath, forcing Johnny to gasp on occasion. "That feels so good." Johnny moans. Liz whistfully caresses the head of his dick with her tongue, and arouses him into expasperation. Liz thrusts the cock deep into her mouth. and causes him to shake. His hips buckle up and his dick twitches inside her mouth, before his balls draw up together. She knows its coming, and waits for him to spew his sperm all in her mouth, so she can swallow it all. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth. HERE IT COMES!!!" Liz feels the liquid sensation in her mouth, but some of his cum, she isn't able to take in, thus resulting in her drooling it onto her neck and chest. Johnny withdraws his cock and roughly handles it, before shooting some of his sperm into her open, able mouth. Liz swallows it all with relative ease. "I want you to lick my pussy and make me wet." Liz erotically says. "No problem." Johnny responds. Johnny knocks the phone and some important documents off of her desk, before planting Liz on the desk, on her back. She expands her legs waiting for the robust man in front of her, to pleasure her. Johnny complies by spreading her pussy lips and licks her into ectasy. Her moans are continuous, yet exciting and sexy. Liz is getting aroused, and Johnny feels her being stimulated, thus getting wet. Johnny gets up and grabs a hold of his penis. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard!" Liz screams. "Oh, I will." Johnny responds. Johnny inserts his dick into her vagina and immediately begins to thrust. He pushes himself into her gently before rapidly fucking her into pandemonium. Her shrieks and intense and pleasuring at the same time. Liz pushes up against her desk, granting easy access to Johnny, as he grinds deeper into her pussy. "Harder. Fuck me harder." Johnny complies with her wishes as he grabs a hold of the table, to give himself more leverage in fucking her pussy. She clasps her legs around his magnificent body in an attempt for Johnny to inch deeper and deeper inside of her. It works and she gasps and moans like crazy. Johnny wants to hit her G-spot, to make Liz moan louder than she has ever. He pushes harder and harder. Liz's screams are getting louder and louder, until she finally gasps with sheer intensity, and that is when he knew that he hit her pleasure point. He slowly withdraws from her and smiles. Liz is sweating like a pig, but gets on her feet, to plant herself onto the desk, getting on all fours, planting her perfectly sculpted ass in front of Johnny's hard cock. She positions her hands on her ass waiting to pull the dick into her ass, by herself. Johnny gets closer and places the head on the ridge of her asshole. Liz slightly moans. She grabs a hold of his dick and slowly intrudes her ass with it. Then Liz clasps the border of the desk, to be able to push her ass onto his dick farther. To Liz, it feels sensational and erotic. Johnny's dick is already wet due to the pussy fucking, so his dick slides into her anus with ease. "Ooooh..." Liz moans. Johnny begins to pump his dick faster in her ass, making her shout at the top of her lungs. He is going so fast that his balls are ramming into Liz's ass. As his dick is protruding in her ass, Liz decides to pleasure herself. She sticks a few fingers into her pussy to begin her own pleasurable satisfaction. Liz is getting wetter and wetter by the second. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, Liz. Are you ready?" Johnny shouts. "Shut up, fucker, and do it already. Aaaaaaaaaah...I'm cumming." Liz shrieks. At one last thrust, Johnny's dick sprays Liz's inside walls with his oozing cum. He slowly slips his cock from her ass, and strokes it until he releases some more semen onto her ass. He then grapples her, with his arms and hands caressing her breasts. "That felt so good." Liz says. Liz grabs her clothes and rushes towards the nearest restroom. "So are we on for dinner tonight?" Liz asks. "Absolutely." Johnny replies. "We'll make the plans when you get dressed." Liz quickly nods her approval and rushes off. In her absence, Johnny puts on his clothes, before messing around on the receptionist's computer. And in a matter of seconds, the name 'Sara Evans' shows up on the monitor. Suite 2A. Johnny tightens his belt around his pants and heads upstairs towards Suite 2A, knowing that he'll never see the cute receptionist again. * * * * * Detectives Shawna Taylor and Art McKendrick are following their lead from Ray Zane to a street roamer named Robbie, who supposedly resides in the allies surrounding the prestigious hotel, where Kat Dawson, the victim, was last seen. Shawna and Art are driving in their state-bought car, trying to identify the boy named Robbie. "By the way," Art begins. "How did you get it out of him? The name I mean." "What do you mean?" Shawna asks. "I mean when me and you were both in there, he wouldn't talk any sense. But I leave, and a half hour later, you have the name 'Robbie'. Man, how'd you do it?" "Good interrogation skills." "Whatever. What's the physical description of this Robbie, anyway?" "He's supposed to have shaggy, medium-length hair. This Robbie supposedly wears a cardinals baseball cap and a raincoat all the time. So we should be able to spot him pretty easily." "Yeah, if what Ray said is true." After a few minutes of circling the hotel in the quest to find Robbie, Shawna finally spots a kid with a cardinals cap and wearing a raincoat lurking out of a dark alley. Art immediately stops the car, and the two detectives get out. Robbie, who at the site of the two cops, flees, running down the alley in fear. Shawna waits at the car, while Art chases the kid down the alley. A tall fence is blocking the way, but Robbie tries to jump over it, but to no avail. Art grabs the kid by the throat and leads him to Shawna. "We presume you are Robbie. Is that correct?" Shawna seductively says. "I didn't do nuttin'." The kid responds. "Answer the damn question!" Art yells. "Is your name Robbie?" "Yeah." "Good. We just spoke to your good pal, Ray Zane. We are investigating the murder of a young woman, who was killed in the hotel you live by. Ray says that you watch the hotel constantly, and would know if anybody was stalking the woman." "Yep. I watch the hotel, but I dun't know what the woman look like, so I'm useless." "Here's a picture." Shawna hands him a photograph of Kat Dawson. "She pretty fucking hot! But I see her a lot. I didn't know she were dead, though. Whenever she would leave the hotel, a tan-skinned man would always be behind her. Every single time. Kinda like he was stalking her." Art interrupted Robbie. "Do you know the man's name?" "Nope." "Damn. Now we have no fucking leads. All we have is a darker skinned man, with no identity, who stalked the woman for days before she was killed. Let's go report in to Crewe." Art and Shawna open their car doors, before Robbie rushes towards them. "What do you want?" Art angrily says. "I don't know the man's name, but..." Robbie says. "You already told us that you didn't know his name, so fuck off." "You never let me finish. You don't need his name, because that same man walked into the hotel a little less than an hour ago." Detectives Shawna Taylor and Art McKendrick quickly glance at each other and rush towards the building where their esteemed killer is awaiting them.