4 comments/ 31728 views/ 17 favorites Jack Grierson Chronicles Ch. 02: Casey By: rxm76 2. The Jack Grierson Chronicles -- Casey 1. There was only a perfunctory knock on the door and Laura Kristin Carlotta "Casey" du Paige swept into Jack's sumptuous corner office. She was cool and elegant in a Versace suit. The plunging neckline together with a double-strand pearl choker emphasized her full and firm breasts. The skirt was tight and smooth around her firm and rounded hips. "She's wearing a thong," Jack thought lasciviously. "Or maybe she isn't wearing panties!" For all his lechery, all he had gotten from her were a few cheap feels. Nothing seemed to faze her. She blunted even Jack's rough and ready approaches with sarcasm, a haughty manner and when necessary, a quick and strong pair of hands. Jack's father Reginald St James, who owned the corporate group, had brought her in as Executive Vice President. Jack was sure that she reported everything to St James, but she was far more than a mere spy. She was sharp as a whip and as hard as nails. Her auburn hair was cut in a short bob. Her icy blue eyes were piercing behind fashionable Dolce & Gabbana glasses. Jack had stolen a look through them, so he knew they were plain glass. She only wore them to look more authoritative. As usual she had a slim file that she opened on Jack's desk. She proceeded to lead him through new incentive policies that she had developed. They went over it fast, each knowing and appreciating the other's quick brains and sharp thinking. Jack signed the required documents and said, "Well, just run it by legal and we should be able to implement it all by next month." She snapped the file shut. Following up on his earlier thoughts, Jack put his hand on her hip and squeezed, feeling for her panties through the skirt. He felt her warm and firm flesh, but could not find a panty-line before she slapped his hand away with practiced ease. Jack's groping had become routine, but Reginald St James paid her far too much for her to worry about it. "Well, Casey," said Jack. "Do you finally want to suck my cock?" His crude come-ons never failed to irritate her. "That's you in a nutshell, Jack. Part American, part British and all asshole." Her voice was sharp, like a whiplash, but Jack was used to it and merely smiled blandly. She swept for the door, clicking her open-toe Jimmy Choo stiletto heels on the parquet floor. Her hand was on the doorknob when Jack spoke. "So why are you going to Stockholm again? It will be the sixth time this year. Our Swedish operations are worth less than a hundred million, certainly not enough to justify that much of your time." She released the doorknob and slowly turned around to face him. "How do you know about my Stockholm trips? I didn't use company funds or the corporate travel office." Jack continued smiling blandly. "Come on Casey, I know that you and Mr. St James have me watched. Don't you expect me to do the same?" "Well, it is none of your business." "Oh yes, it is. You are going on company time," he paused and smiled. "I think I'll go over next week when you are there; I haven't been over to our Stockholm office for some time. We can have some fun together in the Stockholm archipelago." "I will make sure to avoid seeing you, Jack," she said. Now she did turn and sweep out. "I've got your itinerary!" he called after her. "I'm booked on the same flight -- we're both in the First Class cabin." She did not stop walking, but he was sure that she heard him. ________ 2. No sooner had the door swung shut behind Casey than it opened again and Farah Hojjat, Jack's attractive executive assistant came in. She wore a dark business suit with a semi-diaphanous silk blouse, dark stockings and strappy pumps. A native Iranian, she had grown up in England, earning her undergraduate degree and MBA from Oxford. Jack first met her at an Oxford alumni event, where he had gone to represent St James, who was a big donor. She was married to Hossein Dardelli, a very religious Iranian diplomat, who viewed women as mere vessels to serve male sexual appetites. Hossein's religious views ruled his sexual relations with his wife. He fucked Farah regularly, every other day, but it was always the same. He came home late, usually after she had gone to bed. He shed his clothes in the dark, and bulled into bed naked, already with a hard-on. He pulled off her panties, pushed up her nightie and pushed his cock into her with no foreplay. He cursed her if she did not work her hips and hands to help him enter her as soon as possible. He pounded her hard and fast and almost always came with a series of grunts just as she was beginning to get moist. He was in no hurry to become a father and usually pulled out and squirted his modest ejaculate on her belly. Needless to say, Farah found her conjugal relationship boring, often painful, but never pleasurable. At work, she spent a great deal of time with Jack and he had become a big part of her sex life. Their affair had begun with Jack as predator and her as prey -- when they met for the first time, Jack had forced himself on her. But over time, she had grown addicted to the intense physicality of their sexual interludes. In quick office romps, Jack hiked up her skirt, stripped off her panties and fucked her over his desk, often doggie-style. With his nails scraping her aureoles, often through her bra, he always had her nipples thick and engorged almost instantly; with his fingers working her clit, she was wet within moments. When he drove his huge cock into her soaking cunt, it only took a few more minutes of pistoning for her to go over the edge and come, often with such loud cries that he had to stifle her with a cushion. In multi-hour afternoon trysts in his suite at the Hilton, he fucked her repeatedly, in every position and in every orifice, often using bondage. He fucked her in the bed, on the furniture, on the thickly carpeted floor, holding her up on the walls of the anteroom, over the sink and in the shower. Farah had so many mind-blowing orgasms in these marathon sex sessions that she was lightheaded for hours afterward. She always went home and straight to bed, for she could not concentrate on anything else -- all she could think about was sex. Delightfully sore as she was, she often masturbated as soon as she got into her own bed at home. Gouts of semen that Jack pumped deep into her seeped out as she masturbated and she used the viscous fluid lubricate her clit with her rapidly moving fingers. Initially she was worried by her unfaithfulness to Hossein. But soon she was inured by the contrast between Jack's delight in driving her to longer and harder orgasms, and Hossein's single-minded focus on his own ejaculation. Jack was keen to breed her and she was not entirely averse to the idea, so she was rather lackadaisical about birth control. This attitude, coupled with Jack's determination, made it inevitable that Farah became pregnant. Jack was the first person she told and he insisted that she have a DNA test. He was delighted when she gave him the results confirming that he was the father. She told Hossein a week later, and endured an hour-long tongue-lashing as he berated her for her lack of consideration for HIS position. A child would complicate his life and he needed to focus on his career, he shouted. It was Islamic to have children, she countered, eventually calming him down. She took considerable pleasure in the fact that her husband did not even begin to suspect her secret sex life. And that he would bring up Jack's child as his own. ________ 3. Casey had stoked him and Jack was even hornier than usual. So now he enveloped Farah in a tight hug, running his hand over her belly where her pregnancy was just beginning to make a bulge. He slid his other hand up her skirt to feel her crotch. But she had had severe morning sickness since she had woken up and it blunted her sexual desires. So she twisted out of his arms saying, "Be serious, Jack. I've got an important courier package for you." "It can wait," he said thickly. "We get courier packages all day." "Not like this one. It came by helicopter. They just landed on the roof to deliver it." "What?" "You heard me." She handed him a package. It had already been removed from its outer wrapping and was a plain legal size manila envelope. Jack tore it open and emptied it on his desk. A Rosetta Stone English language guide and a memory stick fell out. He picked up the book first. It had a Post-it note on the cover that read, 'This is my English learning book. I don't need it anymore, as I only speak Arabic. Leyla.' Jack put the memory stick in his computer. There was only one large video file on it. He projected the video on one of his office walls. "I should go," said Farah, backing toward the door. "No, stay," said Jack, without looking at her. The video was high resolution and the picture quality was excellent. Mushtaq and Leyla were in a large bedroom, furnished in Bedouin style. He wore a safari suit with a back-and-white checked keffiyeh. She was covered head to foot in black silk abaya and a black headscarf. She had intense bruising around a vivid black eye. They were facing each other in the center of the bedroom. "If they speak Arabic, translate for me," said Jack, again without looking at Farah. Although she was Iranian, she was fluent in Arabic as well as French, Spanish and Italian. Mushtaq began to speak and Farah translated concurrently. "I ask once again, Leyla. My love for you is like a storm -- it rages in me. I must know that you are mine, and only mine." "What can I do to prove it, highness?" Leyla asked, her Arabic fluent, but with a heavy Russian accent. A tendril of blonde hair that escaped her black headscarf and her powder blue eyes underscored her Caucasian origins. "You know what I want. Give me the ring that you wear around your throat. Jack's ring. Every time I fuck you, it is there, taunting me. It has been years since that fateful night when I gave you to him. Surely you feel nothing for him now." "Ask me for anything else, highness. But you know that I cannot give you that." Mushtaq's face went red under his swarthy coloring. He drew back his fist and struck her heavily in the face. She made no attempt to protect herself, took the full force of the blow and was knocked to the ground. He picked her up, carried her to the bed and threw her on it. Then he straddled her and slapped her face, hard, making her head snap back and forth several times. "I can rip it off your throat," he rasped. "But I don't want that. I want you to give it to me." She lay under him, crying quietly with the pain of the beating. "I will never do that," she sobbed. "Well, I still own you!" he roared. "And I will take what I want!" He hiked her abaya up around her waist and there was sharp, ripping sound as he tore off her panties. He mounted her and the camera angle switched to show his big cock entering her. He fucked her hard, his face buried in her shoulder. He did not show any affection -- he was a male animal, simultaneously taking his pleasure of the female and showing his dominance and power over her. She groaned with the new pain of his cock in her dry cunt. Then to please him, she began to swivel her hips in time to his fucking. Jack wanted to turn it off, wanted to look away, but he could not. His throat was scratchy, his breathing was shallow and his face was flushed. Mercifully, Mushtaq did not last too long and came with a series of grunts, his cock still deep inside her. The scene faded out. "The man is evil!" exclaimed Farah. "No worse than me," said Jack tonelessly. "That is just ridiculous Jack," she said, coming up to him and giving him a hug. The video had depressed him and even the feel of her firm, young body no longer excited him. His computer buzzed. "Jack Grierson," he said, opening the video link. "Ah, Jack," said Mushtaq. "How did you like my presents?" "Why should I care, Mushtaq? She's your concubine. From what I saw, she seems to relish you fucking her. I can barely remember what she looks like." "Well, I thought you would be happy to know that I have impregnated her again. My doctors have confirmed her pregnancy." He smirked. "I am a suspicious man, Jack. She is watched around the clock -- no other man can possibly approach her. The DNA tests confirm my paternity. So I know that all of her children are mine. I very much hope that this fourth one is another boy." "I hope you get what you want, Mushtaq," said Jack. "I am very happy for you." Jack knew that the child that Leyla was now carrying was his. Soon after his first long-ago tryst with Leyla, he had spent a small fortune on an investigating team to find the lab that did medical testing for Mushtaq and his close family. Then he arranged through a series of untraceable intermediaries to pay everyone in that lab large sums to confirm Mushtaq as the father in all of Leyla's pregnancies. He desperately hoped that Mushtaq would not do any paternity testing in another lab, for that would mean death for Leyla, the son she had borne from Jack's seed as well as the unborn child she now carried for him. ________ 4. He took the rest of the day off, went to his country club and played a round of golf. Afterwards he had a drink in the bar and distracted himself talking to the barman. Jack was not one to mope or brood, especially about things he could not change. By the time the sun began to set, he put Leyla in a compartment of his mind and shut it. He texted Scarlett Callahan, the airline stewardess he had met so spectacularly in an airport ladies' room months previously -- "You in town? Still interested in getting together?" Almost immediately his phone buzzed with a response. "Flew in yesterday. But my boyfriend's coming over to my Marriott room tonight. ☹" "Blow him off," Jack texted back. "In one minute, I'll get your nipples harder than in this picture." He attached the picture she had sent of herself, with her uniform jacket wide open, her blouse unbuttoned down to the waist, the cups of her black lacy bra pulled down and with a hand under each of her firm, young breasts, holding them together to form a tight cleavage around his business card. "Wish I could. But he's flying in just to see me." "Say you have to work," Jack texted back immediately. There was long pause without a response. Jack thought she was not going to respond and almost ordered another drink when his phone buzzed again. "OK. But I'll need something official." Jack called Farah and had her send Scarlett an email on official letterhead asking her to attend an evening interview and assessment session for a cabin crew supervisory position. Then he called Henry and sent him to the downtown Marriott with his limo. "Check your email -- the position is real, I'll get you a promotion," Jack texted Scarlett. "My limo will pick U up in 30 mins." Within the hour, Scarlett was with him and he took her to the exclusive club dining room for dinner. While they were dining her boyfriend Don called and said he was at the Marriott and when would she be back. "I'm working darling," she said, brushing back her dark tresses and smiling significantly at Jack. She took the phone off her ear and put it on speaker. "But you are always working," Don's tone was plaintive. "Yes, I have a demanding job. As do you. So you must understand. This is very important for me." "When will you be back? Will we have dinner together?" A note of pleading entered Don's voice. "No, I'm having dinner at my assessment session," said Scarlett. "And don't wait up for me, I may be very late -- there are a lot of things to go over here." Don muttered something unintelligible but both Scarlett and Jack knew it was something disparaging about women working. She cut the line and smiled at Jack uncertainly. "I am sure you will keep me very busy," she said. "But I have to go back to Marriott later tonight. Don is very good for me. He wants to marry me." "Then you must definitely marry him," Jack nodded as he reached for her thigh under the table. They went to the Hilton in Jack's limo. Henry drove steadily unaffected by the scene in his rearview as Jack's hands and mouth roamed everywhere over Scarlett's body, doing everything he could while leaving her clothes on. In the elevator on the way up to his suite, Jack tore her clothes off. He carried her from the elevator to his suite in just her bra, panties, shoes and stockings. With her semi-nakedness, the uniform scarf knotted around her throat was incongruous and she clutched the rest of her clothes in her hands. They passed a young couple in the corridor and the pair stared at them open-mouthed. With practiced ease, Jack managed to brush the girl as they passed, running his forearm over her thin chiffon top and getting a quick feel of her nipple through her bra. The girl let out a sudden exhalation, drawing the attention of her boyfriend, but by then Jack and Scarlett had already passed. The thought of Don waiting at the Marriott gave an added edge to Scarlett's excitement. With Don, she was a slow burner and it took a long while for him to heat her up. But this night with Jack she was already wet by the time he laid her down on the bed. He stripped her wet panties off and only rubbed her nether lips briefly before she panted, "Hurry up Jack, I want you in me. Now!" Jack did not need a second invitation. He rolled her on to her back, mounted her and fucked her with his usual vigor. She came very quickly. She rarely climaxed with Don and was not loud when she did -- but now with Jack she gave out full-throated moans as she bucked him and wrapped her legs around him. He kept fucking her and she arched her back into him, getting her clit tighter against his mount. Jack held himself back until he felt her begin to shudder with her second orgasm and then let loose his flood of semen. They lay together for a while, before Jack opened the bottle of champagne that was by the bed. They drank and talked for a while. Jack fucked her once again before he sent her back to the Marriott with Henry in the limo. They repeated the tryst the next time she was in town a couple of days later, this time in her room at the Marriott. Don called in the midst of it and Scarlett took the call to alleviate his suspicions. She managed to gasp, "On the treadmill, darling .... I'll call you back!" as Jack pounded her doggie-style, reveling in her firm, generous butt and tight cunt. __________________ 5. The flight to Stockholm was uneventful. Jack had arranged with a senior executive at the airline to have dark-haired Scarlett assigned to the flight. He had been pleased with their sexual encounters and looked forward to renewing his membership of the six-mile high club with her. All the way to the airport, he had been thinking about putting his hand up her skirt in the aircraft galley, stripping off her panties and finger fucking her to an orgasm, before pounding her with his cock. But just as he settled into his pod in First Class, he got a text from her -- 'Feeling very sick. Throwing up all morning. Here's something of us to take with you.' She attached a 3-minute clip from their energetic coupling at the Marriott. He did know that she had her phone recording their sexual frolic, but he was still surprised. Putting his wireless earbud in, Jack watched and listened as he pistoned Scarlett on the wide hotel bed, surrounded by hotel shams and some of her stuffed animals. She was unrestrained as she screamed her final release and Jack's own guttural grunts followed as he finally came. As they lay entwined, the video caught his copious, milky jism leaking out of her dark pink cunt, still stuffed with his thick, but softening cock. Could her affliction be morning sickness? Was she pregnant? She was on the pill, but Jack had ejaculated enormous quantities of his seed deep into her during her most fertile ovulatory periods. And she may well have forgotten to keep up with her birth control ..... Jack Grierson Chronicles Ch. 02: Casey The video and the thought that he might have already impregnated Scarlett got him roused, but there was no relief on the flight. None of the stewardesses was particularly attractive, nor did they react to his overtures, so Jack indulged himself by striving to get Casey's attention. However, she ignored him as well and froze him with very short one-word answers when he forced her to speak. The amusement rapidly paled and they both slept through most of the flight in their respective First Class sleeper pods. On landing in Stockholm, Casey accepted Jack's offer of a lift in the corporate limousine with bad grace and asked to be dropped off by the State opera house. Jack waited while she hailed a taxi and disappeared into the traffic. __________________ 6. The Swedish office was surprised by Jack's unannounced appearance, but was very accommodating. The chief of local operations, a cheerful, silver-haired gentleman in his sixties, gave Jack a complete rundown of the accounts. Two senior executives took him out to a very nice dinner, but when Jack suggested that they proceed to a nightclub, they both declined, citing the need to return to their families. They dropped Jack back at his hotel and left with pleasant goodbyes. Jack debated slipping the concierge a large tip to set him up with a high-class hooker, but decided against it. He had a nice scotch as a nightcap and called Carmen to chat for a while. Then he went to bed. The next day, he went into the office and settled himself in the large visiting director's suite. He worked steadily for a couple of hours, calling Farah a few times to get some materials that he needed. He was thinking that his Swedish expedition to embarrass the imperious Casey du Paige was turning into a bust. He had just decided that he would return home the next day, when there was a knock on the door. He called out, "Come on in," and was surprised to see Casey. She was dressed in her usual professional designer suit and double-strand pearl choker with expensive high-heeled shoes. She came in and sat down in front of the desk without saying anything further. "So," said Jack breezily. "What brings you in here? Going to take me up on my offer of cruising in the Stockholm archipelago? It's cold outside, but we could rent a cabin cruiser and steam up the bedroom together." She waved her hand dismissively. "I want to offer you a deal," she said. "Go on," he said. "I've got everything on file, Jack," she continued. "You've gotten a lot of girls pregnant over the years. On company time. Most of them are being paid out of company funds." Jack was instantly on his guard. "Everything is completely legal," he said carefully. "Farah Hojjat, my executive assistant has all the documentation." "I know she does," said Casey. "She reports everything to Mr. St James. And he has shared all the details -- every last one -- with me. You've exposed the company to significant risk. But I'll overlook all of your sexual peccadillos if you will do me a favor."" "What do you want?" "I brought up your series of impregnations to imply just one thing -- you're amazingly potent. And I know that you're a mean bastard, a survivor. I've witnessed all the dirty tricks you use to get the best deals for the company. I've seen how you've out-maneuvered all the guys who've tried to take you down. And the way you've handled dangerous brutes like Prince Mushtaq -- that takes balls. You've got physical courage. Even though Mr. St James won't admit it, you've made a lot of money for Carmen and her father." Jack didn't know how to respond, so he waited in silence to see where this was leading. Casey seemed almost embarrassed. She hesitated, and then plunged ahead. "My partner and I want to have a baby," she said in a rush. "Vigdis and I have been together for two years now and we think we are ready. But we agreed that we want a baby that can survive and get ahead in an increasingly competitive and dangerous world. It has to be mean and tough, but smart as well. We can't look for these qualities in a sperm bank. Vigdis is a wonderful girl, but she's almost too naïve -- she really believes in right and wrong. We think you'd be the perfect foil with her to father our child." She paused to catch her breath. Jack was stunned. Beautiful Casey du Paige, ice princess, ruthless corporate executive, seductive enchantress who gave him countless hard-ons, was a lesbian! "We'd like you to donate sperm to help us have a baby," Casey finished quickly. There was a silence that seemed long because it was heavy. Then he remembered something. "But wait. You were married to a man. It's in your file." She looked uncomfortable. She obviously did not like discussing her personal life with Jack, but this just made him keener to do it. "If you must know, I've enjoyed physical experiences with men. But I've always liked women too. Once I met Vigdis, I knew she was the one. "So you're bi-?" "Yes," she snapped. "But that is really not relevant, Jack. Let's stick to the subject." "I'd have to meet Vigdis before I decide," he said gravely. "When?" Casey's tone regained some of its normal briskness. "Lunch today?" "Fine. We'll be at Gustav's at noon." Casey swept out of the office with her usual panache, leaving a whiff of her delicate perfume lingering in the air. __________________ 7. Jack was at Gustav's a few minutes early. The maître d' sent a discreet message around back when Jack arrived and Gustav himself came out to welcome him. "Ah, Jack, such a pleasure," Gustav's tones were always smooth and reassuring, despite his heavy accent. "How many for lunch today?" "Three, Gustav, thanks," said Jack. "And we'd like a private table -- I'd rather not be overheard." "Ah, I understand," Gustav nodded. "Confidential business discussion, eh? I'll make sure you're in a quiet nook and not disturbed." The maître d' now appeared and conducted him to a corner table with picture windows overlooking the water on two sides and a healthy expanse of open deep plush carpet around it. "Perfect," said Jack, slipping the maître d' a few currency notes as he sat down. He did not have long to wait. A few minutes later, the maître d' re-appeared, with Casey in tow. The woman beside her definitely was not the typical patron of Gustav's. She was a striking redhead with a perfect peaches-and-cream complexion, who matched Casey's willowy height. Her hair was shoulder length, but worn in a thick ponytail. She had large lustrous green eyes. However, it was her attire that had brought a look of distinct disapproval to the maître d's face Her well-worn black leather jacket hung open. She wore a black leather midi-skirt with a waist so low that her crotch was barely covered and the hip straps of her black lace thong were in plain view. She wore black high-heeled shin-high boots. The right boot had a sheath from which protruded the hilt of a substantial knife. She wore chain link steel choker and a skintight black silk crop top that ended just below her taut breasts. It left a vast expanse of exposed midriff. It was apparent that she wore a demi-bra; her nipples had puckered up and her pokies thrust like thick pencil erasers through the thin silk. Even more shocking to the sophisticated clientele at Gustav's, her nipple rings made clear indentations in the fabric. Below her waist, she had a tattoo of red and blue scaly serpent, whose head disappeared into her crotch under the low waistband of her skirt. So this was Vigdis! She was quite a contrast to Casey's cool elegance. As they approached the table, Jack stood up. Casey did formal introductions. Vigdis slung her leather bag on the table and as she did so, the flap slid open. Jack's trained eye noted the butt of a .38 automatic nestling in the bag. "Jack Grierson, Vigdis Axelsdottir," she said. They shook hands. Vigdis's grip was firm and hard, almost like a man's. The maître d' seated them and withdrew. Jack crooked his finger and the sommelier appeared. Without consulting the women, Jack ordered a bottle of Chateau Margaux. When the sommelier withdrew, Casey said, "Jack, I never expected you to get away from the office so early." "Couldn't wait to see you, Casey," he returned, genially. He turned to Vigdis. "So what do you do, my dear? And how old are you?" "I'm a detective, undercover narcotics branch. I'm twenty-four," she said evenly. She paused ever so slightly before continuing. "You are Casey's boss." "Well, it's rarely clear who is bossing whom," Jack said, laughing at his own joke. "I'm sure you'll agree that Casey isn't easy to boss." "Oh, yes, I can agree with that!" Vigdis giggled. Somehow, it made her seem very young, in spite of her leather and weapons. "Oh come on, you two will make me out to be an ogress," Casey protested. Before they could respond, the wine arrived. Jack asked for three glasses. Menus appeared. They spent a few minutes debating what they would have and then ordered. "So Jack, now that you've met Vigdis, what would you like to know about us?" Casey came to the point, her eagerness getting the better of her. Jack had been thinking about them as a couple ever since Casey's request at their morning meeting. He had imagined that Casey, strong-willed as she was, would be the dominant one. But here she was, all ribbons and bows and femininity, paired with this tough cop! "Well, I must say that I did not expect you to be having the baby, Casey," said Jack, leaning back in his chair. "I just can't imagine you pregnant." Both women blanched. "What gave you that idea, Jack?" Casey asked hurriedly. "Well, I hardly expect butch Vigdis here to be the one carrying the kid to term in her womb," said Jack with his usual bluntness. "She doesn't look the motherly type." There was a pregnant silence. Finally Vigdis broke it. "Looks can be deceiving, Jack," she said. There was another awkward silence. Finally Jack laughed heartily. "Well, looks can be deceiving indeed!" he chortled. While he was still regaining control of himself, Casey drew a sheaf of papers from her portfolio and smoothed them out on the table. "Jack, I've done all the research. Vigdis and I have a contract with Acme Fertility Services. The contract is right here. All you have to do is sign it and I'll make an appointment for you to make the sperm donation at a time of your convenience." "Hold on, hold on," said Jack, putting his hands up. "I haven't said I'd do it yet. And even if I did agree, I'd set the terms, not you." "What's the matter, Jack?" Casey's voice had an edge on it. "I thought you said you just wanted to meet Vigdis before going ahead." "Oh, I'm quite happy with meeting Vigdis," Jack returned archly. "She's lovely. But I am not dealing with any fertility clinic. I'm not jerking off into a bottle. If you want to bear my baby, you'll do it on my terms. Or I'm walking away from the deal." "What are your terms, Jack?" Vigdis asked quietly. "The only way a woman is going to have my baby is if I fuck her," Jack said, leaning back in his chair. He took a sip of the fine French wine and swirled it around in his mouth. He did it with such evident pleasure that it seemed almost lewd. "That's final. Take it or leave it." Casey's face froze. "I assume you are joking, Jack," she said tightly. "Casey, you know and I know that I don't have to jerk off to blow my wad," Jack's tone remained light and teasing. "You've also researched me enough to know that I like impregnating the women I fuck. You're the sharp executive, look at it from my perspective." Casey pushed her chair back, picked up her Mulberry handbag and rose. "I guess we have nothing more to talk about, Jack," she said stiffly. "Wait." The interjection was so unexpected, that both Casey and Jack were nonplussed. "I think I should have a say in this, since I am the one directly affected." "Vigdis, I know I am doing the right thing for both of us ...." Casey's tone was conciliatory. She seemed to be trying to cajole Vigdis from her chair. But Vigdis remained resolutely seated. "Casey, we have discussed this for months. We both want to have this baby. And you have done countless hours of research looking at all the angles. You think Jack is the best match for the set of traits we are looking for." Vigdis paused. Casey remained silent and standing by the table. After waiting a few moments, Vigdis continued. "Jack wants to impregnate me manually. Whether it's a probe or a cock, it's just a way to get his semen into my womb. You know I'd been with men before I met you. I haven't told you -- but even after we met, I've sometimes had to fuck rather unsavory men to keep my cover in the drug world. Even so, I've usually enjoyed the experience. Of course, I prefer women and you most of all -- I love you. But to mix metaphors, let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater. We'll have a short interlude with Jack and then go our separate ways. He need never be part of out lives again. I'm sure you can put that into a contract." "And that's a contract I'd gladly sign," said Jack thinking, they're both bisexual women! "I'm sure Casey can have the contract drawn up this afternoon," Vigdis said, turning her large lustrous eyes on her partner. She waited until Casey nodded, reluctantly. "When can you start?" "As far as sex is concerned, I'm always free," said Jack genially. "This evening will work fine! You just tell me where you want to meet. I've got a suite at the Nordic Light. We can use that if you like." "I know all about your hotel suites," Casey interposed, her tone sharp. "All your hotel bills come to me, along with reports from the hotel detectives. I've seen some of the pornographic videos of you with your whores. No hotels." "I'd rather be home in familiar surroundings," Vigdis concurred. "You have my address?" "If you give it to me, I can find it," said Jack. "I'll be there at eight. Let's have them bring our lunch now, I'm hungry." __________________ 8. Jack arrived at Vigdis' apartment very promptly at eight. It was in one of the most expensive neighborhoods of Stockholm, clearly beyond the pay of a police detective. Casey must be paying for this place, Jack thought. He rang the door chimes and Casey opened the door very quickly. He handed her the cold magnum of Dom Perignon he was carrying, saying, "Let's put that on ice, shall we?" Casey still had on a tight Armani skirt, though she had taken off the matching suit jacket. Her semi-diaphanous silk blouse revealed the outlines of her white lacy bra and it was unbuttoned to show just a hint of cleavage. Her pearl choker glowed softly in the light of the entrance hallway. "Follow me," she said, shortly. She led the way to the living room her firm round buttocks rolling under the skirt, making Jack wonder again about whether she wore panties or not. Vigdis was lounging on a leather sofa, sipping a glass of wine. She rose as they came in and approached them, smiling. She was dressed exactly as she had been at lunch, except that she no longer wore the leather jacket and the knife was no longer in the ankle-sheath. She extended her hand and Jack shook it. "Nice to see you ..." she began. Jack pulled her forward and put his left hand behind her neck, tilting her face up towards him. He put his right hand at the small of her back and kissed her firmly, but not roughly, holding her tightly as he did so. Just as she opened her mouth to utter a cry of surprise, she felt his thick tongue enter her mouth and probe. Her cry of surprise emerged as a muffled mewing sound. In the tight embrace, she felt his cock begin to swell. Even though she was used to Jack, this impetuosity caught Casey by surprise as well. She stood at a loss for a moment, but soon started to regain her composure. She moved to intercede, but by now Vigdis began to relax. Vigdis's hands went around Jack's neck and she purred as she kissed him back. Her slim tongue weaved and dueled with his thicker one. Jack felt her pert little breasts and her nipple rings against his hard chest through their clothing. Casey's outrage rapidly began to be replaced with a greener emotion -- jealousy. "Stop messing about!" she said testily. "Let's get this over with. Come to the bedroom." Vigdis disengaged herself and Jack loosened his hold, but did not let her go. His hands cupped Vigdis's breasts through the thin silk crop top and kneaded them gently, his thumb and forefinger teasing her ringed nipples. Her nipples grew harder and longer under his ministrations. Her hot breath smelled of wine and peppermint. Casey had taken a few steps towards the bedroom and now turned back impatiently. "Come on, Jack," she said sharply. "We're coming, Casey darling," he said languidly. "We can't have sex without foreplay, can we?" He peeled up her tight silk crop top, gathering it under her armpits and exposing her firm breasts underlined by her demi-bra. The small gold nipple rings that pierced her thick and long nipples excited him. Her aureoles were tiny and very red. He bent and still kneading both breasts, took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He suckled greedily. The nipple rings were gold and had a very slight metallic taste. Vigdis gasped at the sudden tonguing of her nipples, her hands going instinctively to grasp his head and hold it to her breast. Casey stood by the doorway, hands on hips, her Gucci clad toe tapping impatiently. Jack raised Vigdis's arms above her head and skinned off her crop top, all the while sucking, licking and gently biting her nipples. He even caught her nipple rings in his teeth and tugged lightly. Vigdis's demi-bra was strapless and uncorseted. Her breasts were firm and needed no support. Finally, Jack came up for air. "Let's go the bedroom," he said gruffly, "Before Casey blows a gasket." The master bedroom was a corner suite and dominated by a huge king size bed. Overhead was a large, antique crystal chandelier. The opulence of the bedroom reconfirmed Jack's presumption that Casey was paying for this magnificent apartment -- there was no way a junior police detective could afford all this! As they entered the bedroom, Jack turned briefly to Casey. "Get us a bucket of ice cubes," he said "Why?" "Just do it. You'll see soon enough." Casey hesitated and looked at Vigdis, who nodded. Reluctantly, she left the room, her heels staccato tapping on the parquet floor. As soon as Casey left, Jack took Vigdis in his arms again. Her arms went around his neck, but hesitantly. This time, he quickly found the brass buttons down the side of her leather midi-skirt and unfastened them. Her skirt slid down around her ankles, revealing her lace-and-satin thong and her plump mound. Jack right hand darted into her crotch, cupping her mound. His forefinger traced her thick clit through the thin satin. For the first time, she demurred. "No, no, ..." she murmured. Jack ignored her. His kneading of her crotch grew more thorough and a bit rougher. He thought he felt a slight deformity on her cunt lips and then realized she had a very small vulva ring. "I love your metal, Vigdis," he breathed. "And your tattoo!" "I need it to fit into the drug scene --" she gasped. He stripped her thong down to her ankles and in the same movement, sank his fore and middle fingers two knuckles deep into her cunt. She gasped and her hand caught his wrist. "No, no, ..." she said again, but her cunt was moistening and her clitoris was growing engorged, providing a different response. Casey returned with a bucket of ice cubes, and when she spoke her voice was high and slightly shrill. "Here are the ice cubes, what do you want with them?" "Put them on the night stand," said Jack, as her scooped Vigdis up in his arms and deposited her on the king size bed. He straightened and looked at her. She crossed her arms behind her head, wearing just the steel chain-link choker, the demi-bra and shin-boots. And her nipple and vulva rings. She smiled lazily. Jack Grierson Chronicles Ch. 02: Casey Jack dropped his trousers and pulled his polo shirt over his head. He crawled on the bed and took an ice cube in his hand. Without warning, he ran it over one of Vigdis"s nipples and around the aureole. She gasped and half sat up. Jack got a second ice cube and did the same to her other breast, eliciting another gasp and a grip on his wrist. With an ice cube in each hand, Jack worked his way down Vigdis's body and his lips traced the contours of her rounded belly. His tongue reached just above her crotch and stopped, drawing further gasps. Now he could see her red-and-blue scaly serpent tattoo in its entirety -- it coiled its way down her crotch till its head disappeared into her vulva. Very slowly he moved downwards, tracing the outline of her serpent, his tongue darting out every now and then, mimicking her tattoo subject. He came to the serpent's artistic penetration and his tongue followed it in, tasting her musky, slightly sour womanly secretions. Vigdis's hands entwined themselves in his hair. She was panting now. Her back arched, her knees bent and her thighs were around his ears. Then just as she was getting into a rhythm with her hips, Jack came up for air, and very quickly pushed first one and then other ice cube into her cunt. Vigdis gave out a sharp cry and Jack immediately dove back in, this time kissing and sucking on her clit, pushing the ice cubes further into her vagina with his tongue. Casey started forward involuntarily, but froze when Vigdis screamed in Icelandic, "Guð minn! Ég er að koma! Ég er að koma!" ["OH MY GOD, I'M COMING!! I'M COMING!!!"] Vigdis' body convulsed and her thighs threshed. Her hips rotated spasmodically as she pulled Jack's face deeper and deeper into her crotch, continuing to moan as she wound down from her explosive orgasm. The sheet was drenched under Vigdis. She just lay there in her post-orgasmic high, a fine sheen of sweat all over her, with a smile of contentment on her face. Jack looked over at Casey. Her face was set and there were white points at her high cheekbones. She was furious. "That isn't going to get her pregnant, Jack. That wasn't part of the deal." "Foreplay," said Jack lazily. "I can't have sex without it. You'd know if you would fuck me." "OK, let's get it over with then," she said tightly. "Well, Casey, you've got to help out here." Casey was nonplussed. "What do you mean?" "You want me to fuck Vigdis. So you've got to get me hard so I can do it. You've got to suck my dick." Casey recoiled with horror. "I know you planned all this, Jack, but it's not going to work. There is no way I am going to do that. Never! You can get hard on your own. I know you can." "Of course I can, just look at how fuckable Vigdis looks right now. But I don't want to. I want you to suck my dick." "The deal's ..." began Casey. "Just do it, Casey," Vigdis cut her off quietly. "You know that you can. You told me yourself how good you used to be at it -- that you sucked off two football players in a threesome at Yale. And how your husband often needed you to give him a blow job to get him up." "Well, well, just when you think you know someone," said Jack, laughing. Casey's look at Jack was so poisonous that if looks could kill, he would have been as dead as a doornail just then. She stood her ground, hands still on her hips. "Come to me, Casey," said Vigdis in a soothing voice. "Come to mama." Reluctantly Casey walked slowly to Vigdis, taking a wide detour to avoid Jack and his groping hands. She seated herself at the head of the bed. Vigdis sat up and took her in her arms. She kissed Casey on the lips, very tenderly. Her tongue was very gentle, but insistent and soon Casey opened her lips to admit it. Vigdis rubbed her breasts on Casey's. Her nipple rings felt cold on the upper swells of Casey's breasts through the thin silk blouse. Vigdis unbuttoned Casey's blouse, a button at a time. It seemed to be a ritual between the two of them, for Casey began to relax and sighed. Then she pulled Casey's blouse down her arms and pushed her on to her back on the bed. She unzipped the Armani skirt and Casey raised her butt to allow Vigdis to strip it down and off. Jack salivated as he saw the answer to his unspoken query -- Casey wore very thin, diaphanous thong panties. Her pubic hair could be clearly seen through the thong. It matched her auburn head but was very fine and downy soft, so it did not obscure her very pink cunt. Vigdis worked her fingers around Casey's vulva, stripped the thong down and then dived in without ceremony. Casey cried out as Vigdis got her clit in her mouth and began sucking it. In spite of her jealous rage or perhaps because of it, Casey was already feverishly horny and in less than a minute she was bucking wildly. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it to stifle her cries as she came. She was only partially successful, for her stifled screams were still loud enough to cause Jack's cock to twitch. Casey lay there panting, in just her pearl choker, thin white lacy bra, white stockings and Gucci pumps. Jack had fantasized about seeing her like this ever since she had started working with him. But he had never expected it to actually happen. "Come to papa now, Casey," he said with a trace of a gloat in his voice. Casey was nothing if not results oriented and sat up. There was languidness about her that Jack had never seen before. She did not deign to speak to him, but got on her hands and knees and came over to him with feline grace, like a big cat. She ran her fingers up and down his semi-tumescent shaft. Then she bent her head and her tongue flicked out to tease his cockhead. Jack put his hands on her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair. She did not look up at him, but went at her task with passionless efficiency. He had not thought that such a lack of interest would bother him, but it did. He strove to prevent himself from becoming erect but was only partially successful for his cock grew, though not to its full magnificence. She began to lick him, her warm tongue running up and down his shaft, covering every square millimeter of his cock with her saliva. His tumescence grew further, but she knew from her examination of the hotel videos that he was still not fully erect. Jack reached under her armpits got a breast in each hand, and kneaded through her thin bra. He worked his fingers around her nipples and found them to be thin with tapering ends, rather like blunt pencil points. Nonetheless he succeeded in getting some reaction from her, as her nipples grew harder under his ministrations. She realized she could not get him up any further without taking it to the next level, so she opened her mouth and took in his cockhead. This was the opening Jack was waiting for. His hands returned to her head and he pushed down while simultaneously arching his back and thrusting his cock upward. Instead of just his cockhead, she found she had swallowed his cock all the way to the back of her throat. He quickly grew to his full erection and as he got thicker, her lips made an involuntarily tight seal around his shaft. He began to fuck her mouth, reveling in the realization of the fantasy he had nursed for so long. He pushed deeper with each thrust, wishing to see how much of him she could take before choking. She knew he wanted her to beg him to let her go. Perversely, she did not want to give him that satisfaction. So even though tears began streaming out of her eyes, her nose began to run and she began to drool saliva onto his shaft, she sucked very hard, used her tongue on him and managed to avoid gagging. Jack found that her boasts to Vigdis were well founded, for she actually gave very good head. He thought what a waste it was that she had decided to become wholly lesbian. Sucking him hard now, Casey tasted his sour pre-ejaculate and knew she could easily make him come. But that was not her objective. She mewed and twisted, trying to free herself, hoping to get Vigdis to intervene. She was successful, though not in the manner she wanted. She had hoped that Vigdis would aggressively intercede to alleviate her distress. In fact, Vigdis draped her arms around Jack's neck from behind, rubbing her tits on his back and teasing him with her nipple rings. "That big cock is supposed to be in me," she said into Jack's ear, but loudly enough for Casey to hear. "You're supposed to get me pregnant, not spew your load down Casey's throat." Casey found herself released and sat up, breathing hard, her breasts jouncing under her white, lacy bra that was now soaked through with sweat. Jack and Casey locked eyes for a moment, but where she expected to see a look of jeering victory, she saw one of joie de vivre and camaraderie. Jack wanted her to be part of this sexual threesome. Though she would never admit it, she realized that she was quite proud of having handled such a big cock. She almost smiled at him in return. In spite of his iron control, Jack knew that Casey had almost brought him off. He was as hard as he had ever been and impatient to have his cock encased in a woman again. He turned around and rolled Vigdis onto her back and mounted her. He pushed his cockhead into her, finding her cunt still wet and hot. He looked over his shoulder at Casey, wanting to see her expression as he pushed his cock into her girlfriend. Her blue eyes were very bright, but he could not make out whether it was anger, jealousy or sexual hunger. Jack turned his attention back to Vigdis, sucking on her throat just above her chain link choker and pushed into her. Her cunt was extremely tight around his huge dick. Even though she was extremely wet, she stripped back his foreskin and he had to use his full weight to drive into her. She was crying out now, her lips right by his ear. With a final thrust, Jack pushed through her innermost gate into her fornix and felt his mount slap on to hers. Her cold little vulva ring spiked his excitement. Knowing that Casey was watching made him even harder and he began to fuck Vigdis hard, pounding her with a driving rhythm. He was confident he could make her come again and he communicated that feeling of assurance to her. It was that mental communication as much as the sheer physicality of his huge cock in her cunt and the twisting of her little vulva ring as his mount pounded her clitoris, that caused her to climax in less than a minute. He knew she would scream again and she did. "Guð minn! Ó, Guð minn!! Jesus Guð!!! Ég er að koma AFTUR!!!! " ["MY GOD! OMIGOD!! JESUS GOD!!! I'M COMING AGAIN!!!!"] Vigdis had had numerous sexual experiences with men and women, some of which had led to memorable climaxes. But she had never had such powerful orgasms in her life before. He wanted to drive her on to a third orgasm, but fucking Casey's mouth had gotten him too close to the edge. He could not hold himself back; her writhing and screams broke down his control. His ejaculations began soon after she entered into her extended orgasm. He pounded on, once, twice, three times, each time pumping a load into her. He lay on her, feeling her nipples rings on his chest and her cunt ring on his pubic bone, as he began to soften. He pulled out of her before he was fully flaccid and rolled over. "I hope you got your money's worth," he said, looking up at the ceiling. When she did not respond, he looked over and saw that Casey had come up. She was tracing Vigdis's demi-bra with her fingers, and kissing her on the lips, little bird kisses. Her tongue came out of her mouth and speared Vigdis's mouth till she opened it. Then Casey began to kiss her with more ardor and held her in a tight embrace. Vigdis was still descending slowly from her post-orgasmic high, so eventually Casey gave up and just cuddled her, twisting her upper body to feel Vigdis's nipple rings on her own nipples. Jack lay down Vigdis' other side, snuggling up to her back. He found it hard to sleep, but eventually fell into a fitful slumber. He awoke with a start when he felt movement. Vigdis had sat up and was carefully sliding down the bed. She saw Jack awake and put a finger to her lips. She got out of the bed and padded into the attached bathroom. She did not shut the door, so Jack heard her go and then the sound of the flush. She returned and slipped into bed behind Jack. She put her arms around him and rubbed her firm breasts on his back again. As she did so, she pushed him gently forward till he was against Casey. Casey stirred slightly and threw an arm out, landing it around Jack. He froze. But a few moments later, Vigdis flattened her breasts against his back again, her cold nipple rings underscoring her insistence. By chance or misidentification, Casey moved closer and her nipples now firmly indented against Jack's cheek. It was a wondrous sandwich, with one knowing and one unknowing woman. Vigdis' objective seemed clear enough to Jack. While he could not immediately understand her reasons, he was happy to play along with her. He let a hand trail down and run along Casey's vulva, trying to be as gentle as he imagined Vigdis would be. His enormous fund of experience stood him in good stead and he got teased her clit patiently. He was rewarded as Casey let out a series of soft sighs and arched her back to allow him easier access to her crotch. Jack pushed a finger into her cunt, thrusting in and out, again very gently. Casey's sighs grew in volume and then she rolled over on to her back, throwing an arm up above her head. Her fine breasts undulated delicately as she breathed; her nipples had begun to harden, especially now that they were exposed to the cool air. She bent her knees and Jack ran his other hand up and down her stocking-clad upper thighs. Jack felt his back grow a bit cold and the next moment saw Vigdis re-appear on Casey's other side. She leaned over her and worked her breasts on Casey's nipple to nipple, causing all four to perk up to full hardness. Casey's eyes opened a slit and she mumbled, "Ooh, feels good, Vigdis darling ..." Vigdis swooped down and kissed Casey full on the lips, her tongue entering her mouth and cutting off her mumbles. Half asleep, Casey responded to Vigdis' ministrations, unaware for the moment that it was Jack's hands that were working on her crotch. Vigdis began to move more actively, twisting her torso and running her nipple rings all over Casey's breasts. Casey tentatively reached up to grasp her lover's shoulders. With a free hand, Vigdis pulled Jack's shoulder towards her. Jack had guessed what she wanted and he was eager to please. He cautiously got on his hands and knees and positioned himself above Casey, screened off from her sight by Vigdis' head and torso. Vigdis was more active than was her wont, striving to mask Jack's sexual attentions as long as possible. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jack positioned, his huge engorged cock only a centimeter away from Casey's wet cunt, holding himself above her on his arms. She put both her hands in Casey's thick, silky mane and kissed her aggressively, pinioning her head and upper body. With a soft groan, Jack lowered himself and thrust his hard cock into Casey, pushing hard against her lesbian tightness. She mewed through Vigdis' tongue in her mouth and twisted in an attempt to dislodge Jack. It was no use. Now that Jack was in her, he used his weight to drive himself all the way in till his mount met hers with a smack. He was on top of Vigdis too and had one hand in her hair and the other in Casey's. Holding the two women tightly together, he began to drive into Casey with a hard tempo. It took several minutes, but finally Casey's thighs clenched and began to thresh around Jack's hips. He released Vigdis and she slid out from between them. The combination of Vigdis who loved her and Jack who was now fucking her with dexterity and skill was too much for Casey. She gave in and arched her back into Jack's thrusts. Jack delightedly found her lips and invaded her mouth with his thick tongue. Vigdis sat back on her haunches on the rocking bed and watched complacently. Jack fucked Casey harder and harder, till her body began to quake and spasm as she was gripped by a hard orgasm. He lay embedded in her, still tumescent and breathing hard. Vigdis leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Come on, Jack, pump your load into her." Before Casey came down from her climax, Jack began to rock back and forth, working up a cadence for another round. This time, Casey rotated her hips to help him; but Jack could not wait and began to come before he could bring her to another climax. He did as Vigdis wanted and spurted his load deep into Casey's womb. For Jack, it was long night and a longer week in Stockholm. He fucked Vigdis and Casey, separately and together several times a day. Vigdis delighted in getting Casey to sit on his face while she mounted him and rode him hard, relishing his huge cock that went so deep into her that he distended her fornix. And Jack gloried in fucking Casey du Paige the ice princess, finding the fire that burned so hot beneath her frosty exterior. __________________ 9. In between fuck sessions, Jack plied Vigdis with questions about her work. He played the innocent, legitimate businessman, curious about the workings of the underworld. But as always, he was looking for information that he could use. He learned that Vigdis had her sights set on two kingpins -- Javier de Barajas, a businessman fronting for the Mexican drug gangs and Alexander Kutuesov, who ran the Russian mafia's operations in Sweden. Vigdis and Jack were now strolling in the Royal Djurgarden. They were headed towards a café in the yacht harbor where they were due to meet Casey, who had gone to the office to take a few calls. "This work sounds very dangerous, Vigdis," said Jack, slipping his arm around her waist. "How to do you get in contact with these men? I wouldn't even know how to start." "I began by getting close to Steen Birkelund, one of the biggest dealers in Stockholm. I've been working him for two years now. He imports cocaine from the Mexican gangs, heroin from the Russians." "How close?" Vigdis walked for a moment without answering. She looked around, to make sure there was no one near. "He thinks I'm his girlfriend," she whispered. "I fuck him regularly. I told him that Casey is my half-sister, so I can't see him whenever she's in town." "You've been fucking him for two years?" "I make him wear a condom. Both of us are more worried about HIV than pregnancy." "So how are things with de Barajas and Kutuesov?" "I really should not be telling you this --" Vigdis murmured. "Oh come on, who could I tell? This is all so foreign to me, it might as well be happening on Mars." Jack had picked his moment well. He knew she would be less worried about bugs out in the open, especially when she could see that there was no one within hundred meters in any direction. "I've made a lot of progress," Vigdis said finally. "I'm almost ready to crack the case and nail all these guys." "Wow! How do you GET all your information?" "I play the dumb girl," said Vigdis, with just a hint of smugness. "De Barajas is a bit older even than you, in his fifties. He is very rich, has a huge legitimate business. I meet him at his suite at the five-star Victory Hotel. He is trying to 'save' me from the underworld." "Why is he so worried about you?" "I suck his dick and make him come," said Vigdis without embarrassment. "Later, if he can get it up, we fuck. He sucks my nipples, cuddles me all night and cries. He's always mumbling how he hates himself because I am so like his daughter. He says that I am the best thing that ever happened to him. When I ask him questions, he tells me things. He likes to boast. Especially during sex." "And Kutuesov?" Jack Grierson Chronicles Ch. 02: Casey "He's a nasty beast, young and strong, built like a bull. He always has high-class hookers in his bed, usually two at a time. Here in Stockholm, most of them are Russian. He likes bondage and violence. He's badly beaten a couple of girls I know." "You know Russian hookers?" Vigdis looked at him impatiently and Jack thought for a moment that he had overplayed his hand. But she merely said, "You law-abiding businesspeople are so naïve! Of course the drug trade and the sex trade are closely intertwined!" "Yet you dare to go and see this man?" "I always meet him at the suite he maintains in the Intercontinental. He's a careful man. He won't do anything extreme in the hotel." "Why does he meet you?" "I think he likes me. And he thinks I like him. He likes to have sex with a girl who isn't doing it for money." "You make him wear a condom too?" "I don't have to. He wants to. He doesn't trust anyone; he thinks everyone is diseased." "Does he beat you?" "No. He usually ties me down with scarves of soft Mongol chamois. Then he fucks me very hard. Unlike de Barajas, he makes me come, sometimes more than once. It's not like it is with you, but it is good sex." "What do you mean?" "He's a lot rougher than you, sometimes he squeezes my throat and chokes me while he's pounding me with his cock. He doesn't have your stamina and certainly not your finesse. And he never goes down on me. You make love to me, but he just fucks me." "But he talks?" "Not during sex. It would be no use anyway, because I'm so wet and excited when he is fucking me that I wouldn't remember anything he said. But he drinks afterwards. Three quarters of a bottle of vodka and his tongue loosens." "Where do you have all this evidence?" Vigdis pulled her phone out of her leather bag and held it up. "Everything is recorded here in high definition video. There's more than a terabyte of information on this phone." "Including the sex?" asked Jack. "A lot of it," said Vigdis, with a trace of reluctance. A few minutes later, they reached the apex of a knoll, looking down on the harbor. "Let's sit here for a moment," said Jack. "You've got my head spinning. You lead such an exciting life!" "You mustn't tell Casey ANYTHING," said Vigdis, as she sat down. "If you do, I'll be sure to find out -- and nasty things could happen to you. This isn't a stock market deal." "I know, I know," said Jack putting his hands up. Then he put an arm around her again. "I'm just so happy to vicariously live a small part of your existence." He kissed her and his tongue pushed her lips apart, probing deeply into her mouth. She put her arms around his neck again and kissed him back. Jack's free hand slid into her leather bag and feeling around her .38 automatic, found her phone. He slid it into his jacket pocket and then kissed her with renewed energy. She mewed into his mouth as his hand invaded her heavy coat, slid under her leather jacket and blouse. He cupped and kneaded one of her firm breasts. He loved that her penchant for demi-bras allowed him direct access to her nipples. He manipulated one of her nipple rings as he continued to kiss her aggressively. When he finally broke it off, she breathed deeply and sighed. "I'm going to miss you when we're done, Jack Grierson," she said. As they strolled down to the café in the yacht harbor, they saw that Casey was already inside and had a table. She waved to them through the big picture window. "Remember, not a word to Casey," said Vigdis. "Cross my heart," said Jack. "You go on down. I'll just use the public toilet and join you." He kissed her hand and she touched his cheek. Jack smiled at her, but when he turned away toward the public toilet, his face turned grim. He walked quickly and entered. There was a man in a long, dark coat and a hat with its brim pulled down leaning against one of the sinks. "I wonder what the temperature is in London right now," said Jack. "Forecasts in London are never as good as in Stockholm," said the stranger. "That's why the British are always talking about the weather." "At least when it comes to snow, the British forecasts are very good," said Jack. "It is always easy to forecast what never happens," the stranger replied. "Who sent you?" "I got a call from my brother in Amsterdam." The complex business of identification was done. The stranger had responded with precision, every word was from the pre-arranged exchange set up by the expensive Black Ops firm Jack contracted with. He had called Farah the day before and she had set the process in motion. She called a contact, who called another contact and so on, maintaining the chain of anonymity. "I have a phone here. I need everything in its memory copied and the phone returned within the hour. I'll be in the café in the yacht harbor down there with two women." Jack handed Vigdis' phone to the stranger. "Who do you want the phone returned to?" "The girl I was kissing on the knoll just a few minutes ago. I want the phone back in her leather bag." "And the copied memory stick?" "I want it back in my office at headquarters. My executive assistant will receive it." "One hour," said the stranger. "Make sure the girl you were kissing is there in the café." Jack joined Casey and Vigdis and ordered a coffee. He plied Casey and Vigdis with questions about what they expected to do as parents and told them numerous funny stories of his experiences with his own children as they grew up. The time flew and with the short Scandinavian winter days, it was soon pitch dark. "You know, I should take a picture of Casey and you here in the yacht harbor," said Vigdis. Jack froze and strove to keep his face blank as she reached into her leather bag. She rummaged around saying, "I know I put it back in here after showing it to you, Jack --" Jack slowly counted toward ten, regimenting his breathing. As he reached five, Vigdis said, "Ah, here it is! Now, both of you look at me and smile." __________________ 10. Casey had picked Vigdis' time well -- she was at the height of her ovulation and at the end of the week, several pregnancy tests were all positive. Casey was all business -- she pulled out the contract, had Jack sign the termination papers and marched him out of the luxurious apartment. Vigdis came around Casey and Jack kissed her hard, their tongues sparring with a hint of desperation. Then he put his arms around Casey, but she was stiff as a board. "Remember," she said, even as he held her. "No further contact with Vigdis ever again, or my lawyers will be in touch." Jack walked to the elevator and the three of them stood looking at each other. The elevator came, the doors opened with a hiss and Jack got in. As the elevator doors shut, he saw Casey and Vigdis still by the open apartment door watching him. I can't imagine how those two are going to get on as lesbians, Jack thought. Vigdis is too used to being fucked by men; and Casey came harder with me than with her girlfriend. I don't think dildos and vibrators are going to be enough. The corporate limousine was waiting in the street for him and Jack settled himself into the cushions. As they drove back toward the Nordic Light Hotel, his phone rang. It was Farah Hojjat. "I've got the contract from the de Barajas group," she said. "They're playing hardball. They refuse to negotiate. They want to keep 90 percent of the equity and refuse to pay any royalty for our intellectual property." "Send them a counteroffer," said Jack. "Tell them we won't negotiate either. We want 100 percent of the equity, ten million a year for our intellectual property and we'll pay them five percent of net profits." "Jack! They'll never go for that! They'll take the deal to IBM!" "They'll take the deal," said Jack. "Just wait half an hour before you send our counteroffer." "OK, Jack. I hope you know what you're doing." Jack quickly typed out -- "Javier de Barajas, I have all the data from your suite in the Victory hotel in Stockholm. Your wife will be very interested in the videos of your relationship with the young lady in the attached picture. And your business associates will be interested in the things you have been saying about their deals. Jack Grierson." He attached a photo of Vigdis, entered de Barajas' personal mobile number and hit send. De Barajas would probably take the warning and cover his ass, thought Jack. But Vigdis' evidence will still get the really bad Mexican guys. Mushtaq has dealings with the Russian mob -- I hope she manages to hurt him a bit when she takes down this bastard Kutuesov. __________________ 11. The first day back at headquarters, he had barely dropped his briefcase and taken off his topcoat when Farah burst into his office. "How did you know de Barajas would cave?" she asked excitedly. "They responded to our counteroffer immediately! They gave us everything we asked for. We're going to make over a hundred million over the five-year contract! I've notified Mr. St James." "He'll give you a nice bonus," said Jack. He came around her back, put his arms around her and steered her towards the full-length mirror on the wall, rubbing her rounded belly. They looked at each other in the mirror. Then his hands came up, cupped her breasts and kneaded, drawing a gasp from her. "Your tits are beginning to swell. Do you have milk yet?" "No milk yet, maybe another month or so," said Farah. "How did you know about the bonus? St James also gave Ms. du Paige a nice package of stock options -- a lot of money. Are you going to get left out again?" "I won't get anything," said Jack. "You and Casey did it all. All I do is hang around and fuck women." Farah's expression in the mirror was indignant. "I really can't stand the way the St James family treat you! Mr. St James, your son Martin, even your daughter and your wife sometimes. You slave away, making millions for them and they don't even pay you a salary." "Oh, I get a nice lifestyle," said Jack. "But you don't OWN anything! You don't even have one dollar in your own name! Do you?" "No," admitted Jack. He ran his hands over her belly again and sighed. "That reminds me," said Farah. "That stewardess, Scarlett Callahan called. She's pregnant. I got the DNA results -- you are the father. I've set up the payments in the usual manner from your corporate slush account. She's marrying her boyfriend next week. I sent a five thousand dollar gift check in your name." "Thanks, Farah, you're a doll." Jack found that things at headquarters quickly settled back into the normal routine. Things were so far back to normal that Jack began to think he had imagined the entire Stockholm episode. Casey was as cold as ever and gave him no more latitude than before. It was as if their vigorous sex and wild orgasms together had never happened. Then a month later, Casey was just standing to leave at the conclusion of a meeting when Jack said, "You know, Casey, you've been positively glowing these past few days." To his surprise, she blushed. He stared at her with open-mouthed astonishment for he had never seen arrogant, snooty Casey du Paige blush before. She sought to recover her poise, but only flushed deeper red under Jack's stare. "Jack, you'll know sooner or later," she said, shakily. "Vigdis and I are going on a year's vacation. I've taken a place at Cap Ferrat. I leave in two weeks and she'll meet me in Nice." "So Vigdis will have my baby in France," said Jack, smiling as he stood up from his chair. Casey paused and the blood slowly drained out of her face. When she had regained control of herself, she said, "We'll both have your babies in France. But I'm not coming back. Once I'm gone, you can never see any of us again -- you signed the contract. " Jack came around his desk purposefully, unbuttoned Casey's Chanel suit jacket and looked her up and down taking in her thin blouse and lace bra. Were her breasts fuller? If he sucked on her nipples hard enough, could he get her to lactate this early in her pregnancy? He would never know. He put his hand on her flat stomach through her silk blouse. He rubbed the smooth swell of her belly that still showed no overt signs of her impregnation. But he was excited by the life that he now knew was forming inside. His child. For once, she did not knock his hand away. "Take good care of my children," he said.