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Strictly Prohibited Ch. 01

By: Owned_by_



It had started with a song that sounded all too familiar for a speak easy, yet like nothing he had ever heard before. The ragtime drum beat of her heels clacking along the platform, the bass-line building in time with his rising pulse, the piano melody playing along the back of her thigh, the guitar plucking the pieces of clothing off her shapely form and finally that brass, bursting over her skin and blasting her euphoric aura all over him. 

He had downed the remainder of his whiskey and had stood up to approach the enchanting music. The sax line swirled with her circular motions as his lip had curled in an approving snarl. The volume had continued to increase as he stalked closer and closer to the symphony of his dreams. Finally close enough, he had reached out an arm to pull the last of the sheer material off her body when suddenly the instruments stopped for the Grand Pause. Motionless, completely still, he could only hear his own nervous heart beating in anticipation. He had spent a few breaths assailing her beauty with his predatory eyes. God, she was beautiful. Unable to wait a moment longer, he had lunged forward... 

*** 

"We just don't have any use for a doll on the Bureau in an agent's role," Detective Morgan explained as he brushed the few strands sweaty hair he had left over his bald head. 

Effie bit the inside of her cheek in frustration as she studied the pig-like man who was grooming himself so meticulously in the window of the city's main office. She thought the war had showed men how useful women could be in society, but apparently not. She doubted that this greasy misogynist even made it to a battle as he would surely have not had the balls, let alone physique, to survive. 

"Well girly, are you going to ask for a more domestic role? If not you can get the hell outta here and stop wasting my time!" he spun around clumsily knocking some newspapers off his desk, one of which he appeared on the cover. 

Effie decided to take another approach, picking up the relevant cover story, "Why detective, is that you on the front of the Gazette?" 

The detective's brow furrowed at first, but then upon realising what she was referring to he began to turn a bright beetroot red, "Why, um, yes." 

"You look so handsome and mighty important, was this in relation to a speak easy?" she smiled at him with her most adoring grin. 

"Uh sure, girly, but I really don't see how..." 

"Now, now, don't be modest, it says here you nearly caught the illustrious Wolf..." the moment she uttered his name the detectives nostrils had flared with rage but she continued as if oblivious to his apparent unease "...do tell me all about it, why I've never been in a speak easy before being a moral and upstanding citizen and all," Effie continued, moving around the desk toward the detective. 

"Well, there ain't much too them, filthy places they are," the detective seemed to look at her with wary eyes, unsure of her closing proximity to him. 

"I bet they are filled with alcohol, cash and..." 

"...loose women, yes," the detective finished her sentence for her as she gently pressed her palm on his shoulder. 

With the most demure of expressions, she looked up at him through her eyelashes and said "Now, what use would a female agent be in a place full of alcohol, cash and apparently, women?" 

The detective gulped, making his turkey like chin wobble. Effie looked down at the pathetic excuse of a tent in the detective's breaches before giggling softly and turning away to head for the door. 

"Wait..." the detective panted as she placed her hand on the knob. 

"Oh?" Effie spun around, the most innocent of looks on her face at the detective's predictable reaction. 

"Just hold on one moment, there may be some need for you after all," Detective Morgan squabbled as he grabbed the phone and began to circle the dial. 

Effie, satisfied with her little performance, took a seat and waited for her new employer to direct her further. 

An agent for the Bureau of Prohibition, if only he could see me now, she smirked to herself as she heard the man on the other end of the line pick up. 

"Agent Ness, I think I have just found your new partner..." 

*** 

Agent Ness was a tall man with dark features and a long stride. Some may have called him handsome if it were not for the brooding expression that permanently clung to his otherwise aesthetically pleasing features. He was considered the best dry agent in the business and had successfully infiltrated and shut down every illegal alcohol supply ring in the city. All except for one. And after his most recent failure, he was not prepared to be further insulted by his commander by being partnered with a girl. 

"Are you shittin' me? How can you trust the Wolf himself didn't send this little lady as another one of his spies?" Agent Ness slammed his fist onto the detective's desk. 

"Now, now Ness, we already know he has got half the guys here on his payroll. If anything it's likely this little lady is one of the only citizen's in the city looking for a job here who isn't in league with him," the detective leaned in closer to the young agent and lowered his voice, "plus with the budget cuts we could use a bit of cheap labor." 

"Just think about it like this, you'll be much more likely to get into one of his establishments if you had a 'girl' with you," Effie interjected, pretending to be oblivious to the insults both men had just hurled her way. 

"Oh and you know so much about his because?" Ness bemused aloud, sending a look of disbelief the detectives way. 

Effie shrugged, "I read a lot." 

Before Ness could get riled up again, Detective Morgan interjected, "Ness, at this rate we really have nothing to lose. We've expended nearly all our resources and even you admitted that we are yet to come up with a new plan of attack. Give this new partnership a try, unless you think that you can't handle a girl..." 

"Of course I'll handle her," Ness cut him off, Effie sensing that the men were referring to another incident of whose details she was not privy to. 

The air was thick with the summer heat and tension of the two men's feuding when the phone's shrill call doused the blaze about to ignite. 

"Looks like we just got another tip on the Wolf's whereabouts. Can you get her ready to go in by tonight?" the detective directed Ness after receiving the call. 

"Tonight?! Why she hasn't even had any training..." 

"Training how to stand there and look pretty, Ness? Seems like she's doing a good job of it so far," the detective sent a sleazy wink Effie's way, which she coolly disregarded with a questioning look to her new partner. 

"But, sir, with all due respect..." 

"Not another word Ness. I suggest you don't waste any more time showing her the ropes, now get out." 

*** 

Effie sat in the mess hall powdering her nose in her preparation to look the part for the night ahead. She pretended to be oblivious to the looks of the other men in the hall, but their gazes sent prickles all over her skin giving her excited goosebumps. She wondered about the last time the men had seen women as scantily dressed as she, as her hemline revealed her calves and her low scoop-necked dress exposed the beginnings of her cleavage. She could feel her panties dampening as she adjusted her pin curls and reddened her lips. That's right, you love it when they stare whore. Shaking the thought out of her head, she reached for her pearls on the table to her left but felt the flesh of another hand instead. 

"Do you remember the plan?" Agent Ness commanded as he lent over her seat at the vanity they had acquired for her. 

"Perfectly," she smiled, reaching for the pearls and clasping them around her neck. She saw his eyes re-direct to her collarbone at the action but if it had any effect on him, he did not let it show. 

"And the code words?" he prompted, causing her to roll her eyes in exacerbation. 

"Whale, floss, hydrangea and charity - you think you would have more faith in someone you have spent four hours drilling four words in to," Effie sassed him. 

Ness, ignoring her jest, continued with his interrogation, "So what we want to find out is any information on where the next speak easy might be and how they are communicating that, who are the regulars, if any one knows any rumors of where their supply comes from and..." 

"...and the identity of the Wolf. I got you," Effie finished his lecture, making last minute adjustments to her common attire. 

"And your name is?" Ness asked, smiling as he knew they hadn't covered this one. 

Effie just smiled with a look of confidence to match his own. She stood up and placed both hands on his chest, moving them up to his neck as she lent her head in so her lips were just inches away from his. After staying there for a millisecond, letting him taste her sweet breath, she moved her lips towards his ear and snaked her hands to adjust his bowtie. 

"It's whatever you want it to be, baby," she whispered. 

After a grunt from one of the other men in the room, Ness pulled away from her grasp. As the men chuckled, he examined her finished form and concluded that she looked damn good. Too good in fact. 

"You're name is Dolly, then. I'll be back for you in a moment," he cursed, leaving the room to make final preparations. 

Effie continued to busy herself by packing up the vanity and storing any items she might need for later in her purse. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed three of the other agents had approached her. 

"Well looky here, I see we've started hiring whores," a man with a prominent moustache slobbered over her. 

"Acting whore actually, purely for the purpose of going undercover," Effie enunciated, correcting their presumption. 

"Ah and what does an acting whore want with the Bureau of Prohibition?" another of the men fingered her hair as he taunted her. 

"Let's just say I want to find the same crook that you do," Effie brushed the man's hand away, turning away from their stares to apply some perfume. She was quickly going from excited to uncomfortable. 

"The little lass is looking for the big bad wolf! Did you hear that Malcolm? Sounds like trouble to me," the first man said, grabbing Effie by the shoulder and spinning her around to face him. 

"I really think I should be going," Effie struggled with her arm to get out of his reach, but he only pulled her closer. She felt his erection brush up against her skirts as she writhed against him, "I said I think you should let me go!" 

"Now I don't think she's acting very whore-like boys, not convincing at all," he cackled as he pressed firmly against her, the smell of his arousal becoming obvious to her. 

"Seems like Ness didn't finish her training. Let's show her what they do to dolls like her in the speak easys," the other man named Malcolm cruelly suggested, his hand at his crotch fumbling with his too growing lust. 

The first man then used his other hand to push down onto Effie's shoulders until her legs gave way and she buckled onto her knees before him. The imprint of his dick was now obvious to Effie at eye-level. Panicking and unable to move away due to his firm grip on her, Effie saw no other option but to lean forward and bite down on his dick as hard as she could through the material of his pants. 

"SONOFABITCH" the man screamed, letting her go instantly, the force sending her lying back onto the floor, "SHE BIT MY COCK!" 

The other men started laughing hysterically as Effie furiously tried to lower her skirts. As she tried to get to her feet Malcolm came behind her and pushed her so she was stomach-down on the floor. 

"Only a whore would act in so vulgar a manner," Malcolm spat as he started lifting her skirts again. 

"No, please don't do this please!" Effie pleaded as the man used his elbow to pin her down while he positioned himself behind her. 

"Do you think she is a virgin boys? A virgin whore - fancy that!" another man chuckled as Malcolm appeared to become more hastened in his actions at the suggestion, pulling down her stockings. 

"GET OFF HER" a voice bellowed as the far door slammed open. 

Malcolm immediately jumped off her and Effie could hear the other men quickly dispersing around the room. Effie rolled over just in time to see Ness punch Malcolm square in the jaw, causing him to fall and hit the table on his way down. 

"Are you ok?" Ness was above her, pulling her to her feet as Effie stared at the bloodied figure of Malcolm. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," Effie replied as she turned to look at Ness. 

Ness' eyes seemed more expressive than she first gave them credit for, the dark orbs clearly filled with concern and worry for this girl who he was all but a couple of hours ago insistent against partnering with. Ness went to brush a tear away from Effie's cheek but she turned her head away instead, removing herself from his consoling touch. 

"I'm fine," she repeated, looking to face him again. 

"Well what the shit happened in here! Who the hell did... Someone get him some help for goodness sake - I can't deal with this shit right now. Ness! We gotta leave, are you ready?" Detective Morgan ordered as he walked in on the scene. 

"You don't have to do this," Ness turned back to Effie, finding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze in his. 

"Yes I do," she stated, feeling the absence of his touch more than she liked as she walked past him and over to the detective. 

The detective, none the wiser to the events that just occurred, continued on with his hypocritical ramblings as he escorted her to the automobile, "Don't take this the wrong way doll but you look like you've been russled up, very convincing, very, uh, how shall we say, 'tramp-like' - I'm sure your charms are going to work a beauty tonight..." 

You better be worth it, she thought as the door slammed behind her, sealing her in and ready to carry her to her fate.

Strictly Prohibited Ch. 02



Thank you to everyone who commented and favourited this story - I am so excited that you see the potential too! I am always welcome to your suggestions and feedback. 

Also note any historical references are purely to set the mood, any plotline in relation to these names, places or figures are purely fictional. 

I appreciate it has not been as explicit as some of you had hoped just far, but stick with me and it'll get a whole lot steamier! 

*** 

The most delectable creature had just entered through the cigar-smoke clouded entrance of the room. She had sashayed into the speakeasy with slow steps that made her skirts flounce around her smooth, seductive calves. The material of her dress had clung to her hourglass figure with a vengeance, damning every man's thoughts with each glorious step she took. Her doe eyes gave her away though, widening at the sight of the debauchery-filled premises. But there was something else in her expression as a smile that could turn wars spread across her face. She was so excited. 

"Goldberg, are you sure she is with the Bureau?" 

"We've had positive confirmation, sir." 

At that moment the tall, dark and handsome figure of none other than Agent Ness appeared behind her, his hand on the small of the beauty's back as he guided her to a nearby table. 

"Should we take them in, sir?" 

"No," her watcher instructed, downing his drink, "I'll deal with this one personally." 

*** 

Effie couldn't believe that she was finally inside! The key now secured around her neck had worked like a charm on the doorman and before she knew it she had found her way in to the basement of the grocer- and it was nothing like she could have dreamed! 

The room was beyond full capacity as suited-up men and women showered in pearls clambered at the bar to get their fill of the latest import. To the left of the riot was a platform with three coloured musicians playing the newest jazz hits above the roar of the speakeasy's patrons. A few intoxicated pairs were already dancing the Charleston around the various-shaped tables that had been crammed into the joint. 

"A drink for the lady?" an unfamiliar man with a crooked smile and slicked hair placed a cocktail in front of Effie's face. 

"Of course, and I'm quite the whale. I'll make it worth your while to keep your best whiskey floating over to this table," Ness passed some cash to the man, who graciously accepted and hurried off to fulfill his request. 

"Is he -" Effie began to ask about Ness' use of a code word but he cut her off. 

"No questions, Dolly. All you should worry about is looking the part. Now when in a speakeasy you should never be seen without a drink. My tip; sip slow. If you really are as dry as you claim to be then you won't be able to handle more than two of these cocktails before you'll lose your senses," Ness explained, accepting the small flask of whiskey and a note that the man from earlier placed before him. 

"If you insist," Effie hated feeling out of the loop, but she took his advice and had a sip of the strange concoction. 

Within moments, Effie was coughing into her gloved hand and skewing her eyes at the potent liquid in the glass before her. Ness couldn't help but laugh at her inability to handle her liquor. 

"My, my, my... this really is your first drink!" Ness exclaimed, pouring some back for himself as he observed Effie with amusement. 

Effie stared at her partner with slight contempt at his insistence on her dishonesty, but her curiosity soon took over. She was yet to see this man laugh, or really smile for that matter. Whether it was the lighting of the bar or something in the drink, she was starting to realise that he could be considered quite the catch. 

"Something on your mind dear?" Ness caught her mid-thought process, that captivating smiling of his appearing again and confusing her further. 

"Nothing at all." 

"Typical for a girl," he quickly countered, reviving her former distain. 

She went to come back with some witty remark, but pre-empting her reaction Ness simply cautioned her to stay on task and enjoy the music. Effie reluctantly sat back in her chair and scanned the room again. Not even he can ruin this for me. 

"Is that... why is that Marie Prevost?" Effie bemused, gazing at the star that was seated across the room with a small entourage. 

"The one and only," Ness smiled, beginning to enjoy the rookie's company, "Why don't you go over and say hello?" 

"Me?!" Effie wondered, staring at the beauty she had only seen in the pictures. 

"Well we need to get 'social' at some point in the night, you might as well start working the room now. " 

"But with her?" Effie bemused. 

Ness sighed but his frustration was mostly feigned - Effie's excitable nature was infectious, "Marie is a person of importance, she might know something about the owner of this joint. Go over, gain her trust and then as the alcohol works she should hopefully get chatty." 

Effie squealed in delight at her chance to meet a girl from the pictures. She downed the rest of her cocktail against Ness' and her own throat's protest and continued across the room to where Marie was seated. 

"Name?" a man about 6ft tall and built like a wall stopped Effie. 

"E-, Dolly" Effie smiled, composing herself. 

"Do you realise who is behind me?" the man spat some tobacco from his mouth near her foot. 

"I'm just a flapper looking for some fun," Effie responded curtly. 

The man looked around the room then lent in closer, "Then you are aware of Marie's more... acquired tastes?" 

Effie, unsure of what he meant, put on her most confident smile and asserted, "Why do you think I am here?" 

The wall stepped aside at this point letting Effie get closer to the famed star. She was seated on a red divan with a cocktail in one hand and a cigarette in the other. One girl attended to her hair whilst the other fanned her. She emulated everything of a pagan's goddess. 

"What do you call yourself?" Marie demanded, her eyes looking over Effie approvingly. 

"Dolly," Effie replied as she was offered a seat next to Marie, which she presently took. 

"Dolly. How cute," Marie said putting down her drink and leaning in close so her face was inches away from Effie's, "What do you want?" 

"Whatever you're asking for," Effie deflected as Marie blew a ball of smoke in her face. 

"Well let's get started then."' 

Before Effie could register what was happening, Marie was up on the nearest table kicking the glasses off much to the cheer and protest of the building crowd. The song changed to a classic as Marie's two other girls joined her on the table turned stage. 

"Well are you coming, darling?" Marie casually extended a hand to Effie. 

Effie scanned the room for Ness but couldn't find him anywhere. He said I had to gain her trust. Not wanting to anger the star, she accepted her dainty hand and clumsily climbed onto the table wondering if men could indeed see up her skirt. From her higher vantage point she could see Ness' incredulous face at the bar. The other girls started to remove their hairpieces and Effie followed in form. 

As Effie tried her best to keep up with the other girl's provocative dance moves, Marie began to sing in a soprano voice: 

"Baby Face you've got the cutest little baby face," 

Marie bent down and squeezed the cheeks of a man hollering from below, before standing upright and kicking his hat off with her heels whilst continuing with the song: 

 

"There's not another who can take your place 

Baby face my heart poor heart is thumpin' you sure have started something,'" 

Singing about her thumping heart, Marie slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and dropped the material covering her chest to reveal the fashionable bra underneath, much to the crowd's appreciation. Effie watched anxiously as the other girls in a successive line dropped their torso's to reveal their undergarments in the same fashion. 

"Take it off!" a random man yelled from the crowd as Effie paused when it came to her turn. 

Closing her eyes, she slipped the material down and felt the cool air brush over her ample cleavage. She noticed the other girls were looking at her with slight suspicion at the hesitation in her movements. I'm meant to be a seasoned whore. Taking in a sharp breath and looking down at the faces of the eager men and women alike below her, Effie untied the front of her bra and exposed her cherry-red nipples to the world. Marie gave her a very pleased smile and promptly did the same. 

"Baby face I'm up in heaven when I'm in your fond embrace," 

 Topless alongside the other three women on the stage, Effie couldn't help but feel liberated. She shimmied across the table, teasing the patrons below with her breasts remaining just out of their grasp. The crowd swirled into a frenzy of reaching hands and lust-filled eyes. The girls turned around in succession again and pulled their dresses off completely to reveal their slips and thigh-high stockings. 

"Uh well I need a shove because I'm in love with my pretty baby face" 

Marie finished her solo as the sax took over the main melody line. Effie naively continued to dance with the other women who were moving closer and closer, thinking that the most incendiary acts were over. 

So Effie did not expect it when Marie grabbed the nearest girl and began to kiss her like a Frenchman. The blonde next to Effie followed in suit and before she had time to react she was pulled in. 

Effie had never kissed a girl before and she was shocked at how soft the other girl's lips felt pressed against hers. She took in the sensation as the blonde's lips tangoed with her owned, increasing in pressure and fervidity. 

The blonde, not breaking the kiss for a moment, reached up and began to fondle Effie's breasts as she moved in time with their lip-locking. Effie moaned into the blonde's mouth and began to use her tongue in response. The wetness and heat of their tongues intertwining made the kiss all the more pleasurable as Effie's nipples began to erect at the girl's skillful and arousing touch. 

The blonde snaked her hands up into Effie's now unraveled pin curls and pulled away, leaving Effie gasping. But she wasn't unsatisfied for long as the blonde had slithered down and begun ravishing her breasts with her mouth. Taking each one in at a time, she began sucking, licking and biting until Effie was moaning like bitch on heat. 

In her delirium, Effie looked over the Marie and saw that she was also in a similar state as the other girl attended to her breasts. Effie's gaze turned to the other patrons in the room who were reacting in the most primal of ways. The majority were leering as active voyeurs to the indecent display, with the exception of a few men who had pulled the nearest whores onto their lap and were indiscreetly taking their desire out on them. Effie knew she should be feeling shame at participating in such a debasing act, let alone having everyone stare at her in such an immodest state. Yet the whole taboo of it all only made her pussy pool with wetness. 

Effie heard Marie start crying out in an increasing pitch and tempo as her pleasure mounted. Turning to face the star, she saw that Marie was putting on a grand show by lifting the hem of her slip and running her hands all over the inside of her slender thighs in successive strokes. The crowd would go wild as she ran her hands over her wet crotch and began to buck her hips elaborately. 

Finally Marie pushed the girl working on her to go down face to face with her crotch - an action that caused an outbreak of gasps and exclamations in an environment that had already reached fever pitch. The girl ripped Marie's panties down and conspicuously lapped her tongue up against her pussy for all to see. The blonde playing with Effie went to do the same, but unable to take that step Effie grabbed onto her blonde mane and pulled her up to engage in another steamy make out session instead. 

Keeping her eyes open, Effie observed as Marie's legs buckled as she promptly kneeled over the face of the girl who was licking her out until the very last of her orgasm had subsided. Men were openly jacking off as women sprung to help aid their final moments of pleasure as the whole joint seemed to climax at once. 

The blonde broke away from Effie, sensing it was over, and helped escort Marie back to her divan. Effie stood helplessly up on the stage glancing over the room in search of Ness, only to find a flood of men at her feet all offering to help her down instead. 

Effie graciously took the hand of one man, picking up her dress behind her as she made her way over to rejoin the entourage that she had become the newest member of. Tying up the laces on her bra and readjusting her slip, she noticed that the other women were content remaining in their undergarments. She threw her dress to the ground at the observation and placed herself on the seat she was offered earlier. 

"You were marvelous, absolutely divine!" a male adorer was on his knees next to the divan kissing Marie's hand. 

"Oh Ronnie, go home and fuck your wife," Marie dismissed him with a sultry gaze before turning to sip on a replenished cocktail. 

"Here, enjoy," the blonde said to Effie as she handed her a drink. 

"You put on quite the show tonight for a first timer," Marie noted, looking in Effie's direction. 

"Oh thank you but it wasn't my, uh, first," Effie covered, sipping a little more of her drink then she intended at the unexpected remark. 

"I can tell when a girl has never kissed a girl before. Don't worry, you were absolutely delicious to watch," Marie chuckled, downing the rest of her cocktail in one swift motion. 

Effie was unnerved by the fact that Marie could tell she had never been with a girl before, but that was the extent of it. To her knowledge, her cover was not blown. Reminded of why she was here, she began to question Marie. 

"So are you, um, you know, exclusively into, uh, girls?" Effie stuttered, unable to hide her discomfort at the foreign topic. 

"Oh gosh no!" Marie laughed at the innocence of this otherwise whorish girl, "I have a husband, quite famous, you've probably heard of him," Marie beckoned for another drink. 

"Not to mention she has quite the lover on the side as well," the blonde giggled as she resumed fanning Marie. 

"Naughty, naughty," Marie started giggling too, pointing one of her slender fingers the blonde's way. 

"A lover?" Effie asked, curious to know more. 

"You can't tell anyone, sweetie," Marie said, clearly affected by the drink, "but I don't pay for any of these beverages." 

"Oh? And this is because of your lover?" Effie began feeling like she was stumbling onto something. 

"She's a smart one," Marie said not no one in particular as she moved from her seated position to lie down on her side, "Yes, my lover does ensure I am never thirrrrrsty," she said rolling her r's to make a purring noise. 

"Is he friends with the owner then?" Effie hoped her questions weren't too transparent. 

Marie didn't seem to notice though, too enthralled in her chance to gloat, "One better, sweetcheeks. My lover is the owner." 

"You're lover is the W-" 

But before Effie had a chance to finish the sentence a loud horn sounded, sending the place into a frenzy. 

No she can't be with the Wolf, it can't be him then... 

"It's a raid! It's a raid!" she heard multiple people shout breaking her out of her reverie. 

At once the 6ft man otherwise known as the wall picked up Marie and started towards an exit. Everyone else was doing the same, trying to get out of the condemned speakeasy before the agent's arrived. 

Thinking it would be suspicious to stay seated and wait for Ness, Effie went to stand up. However, the moment she got to her feet her head started spinning and she swung her arm out trying desperately to find something to grab onto and steady herself with. 

"Careful, little lady," Effie felt the hands of a strong man steady her before she could fall. 

Effie turned to look at who her savior was, and was met with the most dazzling pair of blue eyes. 

"Pardon me-" Effie began but her sentence was cut short as she found she was becoming increasingly disorientated. 

"You just stay with me, little lady, I'll take care of you," the man said, wrapping his arms around her waist and ushering her towards what she thought was a door. 

"But I have to find, no, I have to go," Effie tried to protest which only seemed to draw a glorious laugh out of the man who was currently escorting her. 

"Don't worry, Ness won't mind that you're coming with me," the man soothed her, taking her hand in his and rubbing her palm with his thumb in a comforting action. 

"Wait, how do you know Ness?" Effie became worried as she tried to get a better view of this mystery man but her vision was too blurred and muddled. 

"Just focus on walking straight and I promise I will explain it all someday." 

Effie, feeling exhausted and light-headed decided it was best not to argue and to just go along with him. She couldn't explain it, but even though she had no idea who this man was or where she was going, she knew she could trust him. 

"Okay," she said as she stumbled with him into the darkness. 

The last thing she could remember was that beautiful laughter of his as it became harder for her to walk... 

*** 

That's all for this time! The more you comment and favourite the more inclined I am to get the next chapter out!



Strictly Prohibited Ch. 03



Thank you every one who has favourited, commented and rated this story – it is what keeps me writing and it means more than you can imagine.

This next installment, as per your request, is lengthier. Let me know if you prefer longer installments (and having to wait) or shorter sections posted more frequently. I am also trying my best to make it as 20's as possible, but if you notice any major inconsistencies with the timeframe feel free to let me know and I will work on it.

I have the story planned out to a degree but I will always welcome feedback – ultimately my readers decide where this will go!

Enjoy!

**

Effie's eyes fluttered open to a ceiling she did not recognise. She could hear a familiar voice in the next room but she couldn't quite pick it. She guessed it was late afternoon from the dust particles that were visibly floating in the warm beams of light coming through a small rectangular window just below the ceiling perimeter. Reaching up to rub her eyes, she felt her makeup smudge over her cheek and wondered why she hadn't washed her face before falling asleep. As her senses came to her, it became apparent that she was not on her usual feather mattress and that the linen itched her skin.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart," a gruff man's voice said closer than she anticipated from a chair to her right.

Effie sat up with a start, only to be greeted with a sharp pain in her head and the face of Malcolm - her attacker from her first day in the office. She began to retreat to the corner of the bed and pulled the linen up as far as she could to cover herself. As the wind from the movement rushed over her, she had the startling realisation that she was still very exposed in her undergarments.

"Baby vamp, don't crawl away," Malcolm chuckled, getting up from his seat and moving closer to the bed.

Baby vamp... Isn't that what he had called her?

"Were you the man from last night?" Effie demanded, no longer moving away from him.

"Last night?" Malcolm asked leaning over her, "And here I was thinking I was your one and only."

"Don't sass me! If it was you who took me last night..."

"Took you?" Malcolm winked at her.

"No! Not like that! I mean I hope not like that," Effie started to get nervous the more she came to realise that she couldn't remember anything.

"There, there my little bearcat," Malcolm patronised her as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear with his greasy fingers, "I can assure you I did not see you until morning, but I am sure mighty envious of the man you're talking about."

Malcolm lent in closer now as if to kiss her, causing Effie to scrunch up her face at the impeding assault and hold her breathe as if she could stop him by sheer will and disgust alone.

"I TOLD you NOT to come in here!"

Malcolm spun around at the authorative voice of Ness. 

"Detective Morgan sent me..." the intruding officer stood up straight and went to defend his presence in the room when he realised that beyond his initial command, Ness was not paying him any attention. 

Malcolm looked back at Effie who had also seemingly forgotten about him. Her large doe eyes that had threatened to gush with an oncoming flood of tears had become tranquil pools at the sight of the senior agent. Her grip on the thin sheet had also relaxed, allowing the material to fall from her shoulder and catch on her bosom.

"It's always the tall ones that get all the luck," Malcolm scoffed under his breath, exiting the room without another look at either of the strange pair.

There was a short silence after Malcolm slammed the door, leaving the two oddly alone in the small space.

"Are you alright?" Ness took a step closer after a minute or so, not sure on how to proceed.

"Quite," Effie replied with a half-hearted smile.

Ness couldn't help but stare at how the thin material clung to Effie's petite yet curvaceous frame. Her skin looked warm in the sunlight even though her uncovered flesh was raised with goosebumps. He wanted so desperately to run his hands over her.

Ness cleared his throat as he caught his thoughts trailing and readjusted his tie – he had some serious questions to ask this illusive girl.

"Do you know what happened to you last night?"

Effie looked up at Ness apprehensively. The agent noticed that his domineering stance over the scantly-dressed girl who had just woken up was probably not the best way to incite cooperation with his questions.

Ness took a seat on the end of the straw mattress and rephrased, "What I mean is where did you go after the raid began, I thought you knew to wait for me?"

"You mean I wasn't with you at all after the raid?" Effie questioned, her expression now quite alarmed.

"Of course you weren't," Ness looked at her incredulously, "Now quit the games and tell me what you did."

Effie securely tucked the sheet under her arms before looking down and beginning to play with her fingernails in a nervous fashion, "I don't remember."

"You can tell me Effie, even if you did something wrong. We just want to get some really bad men and we would protect you for whatever information you could give us..."

"I said I don't know!" Effie said more forcefully, her untamed brunette locks bouncing as she looked up at Ness.

"Okay," Ness accepted, standing up again to begin pacing the limited length of the room in frustration.

"I promise I don't know anything, I don't even know where I am right now..."

"You're back at the station," Ness interjected, now studying Effie to see that her disorientation was indeed not feigned, "Do you not remember how you got here?"

Effie looked at the ceiling as if rolling her eyes upwards would help any memories from the night before resurface. The action only proved to make her head throb harder as she slumped forward, exacerbated and with a hand gripping her hair, "No."

Ness' dark brow furrowed at the comment, "Do you remember falling asleep in my office last night?"

"Your office? Why was I in your office?" Effie mused with genuine surprise evident on her ever-expressive features.

Ness took his seat back on the bed again, satisfied that Effie had no recollection of the events of the previous night. Effie seemed unaware that Ness was just moments ago truly doubting her sincerity as she held up a hand up to massage her forehead.

"You've got the screamin' meemies," Ness chuckled to himself as Effie sent a scowl his way, "how much did you have to drink?"

"Two, three... I can't be sure. Marie was so hard to keep up with," Effie looked defeated as she hung her head in her hands, "I'm the worst agent ever."

"Now, now, don't be hard on yourself," Ness couldn't help but smile at her assertion that she could ever keep up with Marie, "Lie back down, it will help your pains. How about I start with what I know of the night and we'll see if you can fill in any gaps?"

Effie nodded slowly as her body slid down the wall to stretch over the full length of the bed again, "You're right this does feel better."

Ness put a comforting hand on the sheet over her leg, causing Effie's body to stiffen at the unexpected touch. Ness went to remove it at her frigid reaction but as she kept her eyes closed and peaceful and protested no further, he let it rest there. He knew it was highly inappropriate to touch a woman in such a way but his need to have his hands on some part of her in that moment was inexplicable. It was as if she would disappear again if he didn't have some physical hold on her.

"So this morning I came into the office to find you asleep at my desk..."

"But I don't remember getting there," Effie started, trying to sit up again until a look of Ness' warned her to lie back and let him finish.

"As I said, you were fast asleep in my chair with your head on my desk. I didn't think much of it at first, figured you had gotten lost in the bum's rush of the raid and thought to meet me back here. It was a long night so it was understandable that you would have dozed off whilst waiting. So I carried you into the on-call room..."

"Wait I'm in the mens' bed-chambers now?" 

"Are you going to keep interrupting?" Ness smiled at the insistence of this girl to keep interjecting when her superior was speaking.

"No," Effie submitted with no apology, crossing her arms over her torso as she lay there with her eyes closed more in contempt then in rest.

"Fine," Ness chuckled, not finding the will-power to be angry at this undisciplined girl who wasn't even thankful that he had carried her to a bed, even if it was intended for working men only, "I carried you here thinking that was the end of it. But when I returned to my desk something else caught my suspicion – a letter that had not been there before."

Effie now sat up in the bed and Ness didn't try to stop her. He was most interested in how she would react to this next bit of information. He found himself hoping for her innocence against his better judgment that this girl was most likely playing them.

"Do you remember having a letter on you when you entered the premises last night?"

"I told you I don't even remember coming here let alone having a letter," Effie defended again.

"Why don't I read its contents to you? I think it shall be more correct of me to call it an invitation rather than a letter," Ness paused to look over Effie, but all he saw was a curious and intrigued individual waiting in anticipation and suspense.

"It reads:

Dearest Effie,

I sincerely enjoyed your company this evening. Henceforth, I would like to cordially invite you to be my date at the Regatta this weekend. Meet by the clock tower at the water's edge at the time of the starting race. Do come alone."

Effie waited for Ness to continue but he did not. Ness waited for a reaction from Effie but she offered nothing. The two stared at each other like magnets, holding one another's attention with an unrelenting force filled with the mysteries of an invisible radiant energy that only Tesla could describe.

"Well, who is it from?" Effie asked finally, still not removing her gaze from Ness.

It was Ness who turned away to fetch an object out of his pocket, "That's the whole content of the letter."

"You mean they didn't leave a name? You think they would want me to know who is extending the invitation to me...."

"Oh they let us know alright. There was a reason this document caught my attention."

And from his pocket Ness retrieved an old-fashioned wax seal.

"I didn't know anyone used these anymore," Effie exclaimed as Ness passed the seal over for her inspection.

Effie thumbed the red circle in her hands, trying to bring herself to turn it over to see what insignia lay imprinted on the other-side. But she already knew there could only be one emblem that would capture Ness' attention so specially. So before she had even gone on to caress the raised face of the seal in her dainty fingers and confirm it with her own sight, she understood who had summoned her.

For imprinted in the wax with the finest craftsmanship was a perfect image of a Wolf.

"It can't be," Effie said after a few moments still staring at the seal, although she knew that it made perfect sense.

Ness waited and watched Effie some more. He expected to see anger, shock, guilt – a combination of any feelings that would give her away.

"Do you think he will be back?" Effie pleaded to Ness, who took her desperation as fear.

"We're unsure how he got into the building before, but I promise you he won't get near you again..."

"But the Regatta..." Effie said, as if at once remembering that he had indeed requested for her by name.

"This can stay between you and I, Detective Morgan won't know about this and he can't make you go..."

"But..." Effie said almost panicked but couldn't finish her sentence because another sharp burst of pain rang through her skull, sending her doubling over on the bed.

"Shit, you must have drunk some mighty bad stuff last night," Ness cursed as he watched the hang-over effects of bathtub produced alcohol rake her small frame, "I'm going to call a doctor in..."

"That's really unnecessary..."

"Some of this home-made product can be pretty awful, I should have been more careful. Just lie down and let me get you help."

Ness clenched his jaw at the protective feelings he was having for someone who was as far as he was concerned a key suspect in one of the most notorious criminal operations of his time.

"Ness, I..."

"Don't worry right now. Just try and get some rest and I'll be back before you know it."

***

Effie had gone to rinse her mouth out after being made to throw up for the third time since the doctor had arrived.

"Tis the best way to rid it from her system, she should be fine in the morning," the Doctor reassured Ness who was feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation, "If that is all then..."

"Actually before you go, she is pretty scared at the moment. I remember last time you came you also had that German potion that could help one sleep."

"Ah, the Sodium Amytal will cost you," the Doctor cautioned, pulling out a small vial of a white, crystalline liquid.

Ness promptly produced some notes that seemed to appease the Doctor, who handed over the concoction all too willingly.

"She must be special then," the satisfied Doctor remarked, packing up his things as he prepared to exit.

"Just another agent," Ness quickly refuted as Effie re-entered the room and went to lie down on the mattress again.

"Yes, yes, very much like Alice," the Doctor commented on Effie's movements before giving Ness a playful nudge and leaving their company.

The comparison brought Ness to his senses that the sun was setting and it was no longer appropriate for him to remain in a room alone with a woman as she was preparing to sleep. His involvement with her had already gone too far and he was never going to get any information if he kept becoming confused by her mere presence.

"Take a sip of this before you sleep and you should be fine. I will see you in the morning," Ness said passing the vial to Effie before hurriedly making his way to the door.

"Ness-" Effie called after him, causing him to change his course at the sound of her sweet enchantment, "Can you stay with me?"

Ness did not know what wickedness this woman was and he had no idea if the innocent figure on the bed had any conception of the effect she was having over him in that moment – but it was beyond him to deny her request.

"Just for a little bit until I fall asleep," Effie continued her siren's call as Ness made his way over and took his seat at the foot of the mattress.

The room started to become dark and the light beam from the small cell window crept further and further up the wall and into oblivion. The stillness of the space and quietness of the hour got Ness thinking that he had taken the wrong direction with Effie before. There were more mysteries closer to home that he could uncover even if she did not remember the previous night.

"Why did you take this job?" Ness asked, unable in the dim light to observe if his question had incited the reaction of anger, shock and guilt that he predicted earlier out of Effie.

He did hear her sit up in the bed though and as if recited off a script she responded, "To stop the moral degradation of society that is the illicit sale of alcohol."

"But that's not all," Ness probed, knowing he was onto something.

"And of course I wanted to see a speakeasy, but that's as far as my personal interest goes."

Whether it was intentional or not, Ness had been leaning in closer and closer to Effie who was now sitting pinned up against the wall at the head-end of the bed. Ness' face stopped a few inches from hers for fear that if he moved any closer he would lose the little peripheral vision of her movements that he had.

He wasn't sure if it was the encroaching darkness, the limited space confining them together or the peculiarity of her natural musk that appealed to him so. However, something was giving him the push to go further than he ever intended with his questioning.

"Have you ever been a gambling doll?" Ness could tell her pulse was increased and that her chest was rising and falling at a faster rate than previously.

"No, never," she sang with the sweetest breath on his face.

"Well let me explain to you what a bluff is," Ness said as he put his hands on the edge of the sheet that was sitting just above her cleavage, "Would you believe me if I told you that I would rip this sheet off you and let you freeze in here for the night?"

"I'd say your lying," Effie spoke in barely more than a whisper.

"You mean, "bluffing,"' Ness corrected her as he removed his hands off her with such suddenness that Effie felt their absence so strongly.

"You think I am bluffing?" Effie inquired, her tone steady and not giving away any sign that her confidence was not matched to Ness' at that moment.

"I think you are deceiving us as to your intentions with the Bureau," Ness stated, sitting back comfortably so he was still close to her but not so much that her gravity threatened to trap him.

"We both want to find the same man," Effie stated, as she had on her first day.

"The Wolf," Ness uttered his name as if he had a slight intolerance to the word.

"Yes."

"But we both don't want to find him for the same reasons, now do we," Ness said, coming to the truth of it all.

"We both want to stop him from running this illegal alcohol ring," Effie countered skillfully.

"Oh I don't just intend to stop him, doll, I intend to kill him for what he has done," Ness said not knowing the truth of the words himself, yet producing the intended reaction out of Effie who had gulped hard and stopped her confident display.

Ness lent forward and gripped his hands lightly around both her wrists that lay at her side in a small gesture of comfort but mostly a display of power, "Now tell me who this Wolf is to you."

"I don't even know for sure if it is him!"

"If he is who?"

"I just remember last night seeing these blue eyes, he had such intense blue eyes as well..."

"Are you telling me the Wolf has blue eyes? Is that a positive ID from the man you were with last night?"

"But I don't remember much of his face, all I know is that it looked different and it couldn't be him, I could have imagined the blue eyes for all I know!"

"Who else has blue eyes Effie?" Ness pressed, holding her wrists tighter in his fists.

"He did."

"But who is HE?" Ness raised his voice, becoming impatient, shaking her arms now.

"James," Effie blurted out, "James Davidson."

"And this James Davidson is a criminal?" Ness pressured her.

"No!"

"Then you are a criminal?" Ness continued further, now holding her arms up as if shackled in front of her face.

"I am not!"

"Then you better start explaining yourself because none of this is making any sense!"

Effie was shaking now and Ness couldn't tell if it was still caused by the bad alcohol or if his physical dominance was really affecting her in such a profound way. His earlier concern for her well-being was suspended though by his ever-growing need to discover the true identity of the criminal who had consumed his life for the past two years.

"James was a childhood.... friend," Effie said between deep breathes, "He went off to the War and I never saw him again. His family never got a telegram so we never knew what happened to him although they all presumed him dead."

Ness' dark brow furrowed as this story was not going where he expected. He became self-conscious at the fact that he had grabbed Effie so brutally and placed her arms down gently at her side again. 

"Then what made you think he was the Wolf?" Ness puzzled.

Effie was beginning to sob lightly now, "I don't even know. I started seeing newspapers talking about the Wolf," she paused to wipe a tear away, "and I just remembered this game James and I used to play as children where he was the big bad wolf and he would always find a way to catch me. I thought maybe he had come back to us and he was sending us a message."




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Ness stared at Effie with complete disbelief as she continued to sob in front of him. So he had gotten her all wrong. Completely wrong. This woman before him was most likely an innocent law-abiding citizen who had no involvement in the speakeasies. Hell, she was most likely insanely deluded.

"I know you think I am mad," Effie smiled through her tears speaking his thoughts, "but this Wolf did write to me personally, so that has got to mean something."

Effie's eyes had the most spectacular flecks of green starting to break through their light brown hue as she cried. Her flushed cheeks and delicate pink nose contrasted beautifully against the deep brown of her unfashionably long hair that hung past her shoulders and framed her sweetheart face. Her front teeth bit down cautiously on her full and swollen bottom lip in an effort to stop herself from any further sobbing.

Mad or not, she was still one of the most beautiful creatures Ness had ever seen. And her innocence, child-like naivety and hope at the whole scenario only made her that much more appealing to the agent. If anything, he envied her ability to dream up such a fantastical scenario in the tragedy of her circumstances.

"You don't think it's James, do you?" Effie laughed to herself hopelessly.

"Here," Ness said, picking up the vial next to the bed, "Why don't you drink this and have a sleep?"

Effie down the contents in one go and then put her hand onto Ness' as he was about to get up, "I would feel a lot safer if you stayed. I know it's not my place to ask, but if the Wolf isn't James and he is after me then I don't want to be alone tonight."

"I promise he won't get in again..."

"But you can't know that unless you are here," Effie looked up at him with the most vulnerable and undeniable of expressions.

Ness sighed and sat at the end of the bed as Effie laid down on her side and prepared to sleep, the drowsy expression on her face either the product of the potent drug or a trying day.

"You surely are not going to sleep upright," Effie yawned as she tried to make herself comfortable on the straw.

"Not much other choice," Ness replied before he realised what he had just done.

"You could always fit next to me."

And just when Ness thought the worst of the danger was over. Effie lifted up the sheet suggestively, inviting him to come and squeeze in behind her. When he didn't make a move she sighed.

"Ness, we're partners now. Professionals. The morals of society won't go to shit because you decide to have a good nights sleep. All I'm asking is that you lie down next to me – that is all."

Ness knew he was stuck. If he left now Effie would lose his trust in him and there was still so much more that he wanted to know. On the other hand if he got into bed with her he had no idea how he could just 'lie there' against her magnificent form.

Taking his chances, Ness silently stretched himself out on the straw mattress next to her and pulled the linen as far as it would go over him. After a few tense moments he let himself relax, realising that Effie was steadily falling asleep and truly didn't intend anything more.

"Oh and Ness?" Effie added groggily.

"Yeah?"

"Marie is apparently the Wolf's lover."

"And you just decide to tell me this now," Ness smiled into the dark.

"Mhhm," Effie smiled also, reflexively snuggling herself back into Ness.

Ness could feel himself getting hard at the movement of Effie's well-formed ass against his sensitive member. Their contact reminded him all too well that Effie was still in her undergarments from the previous night.

"Effie, did you want me to find you a change of clothes?" Ness asked to no avail, "Effie?"

For Effie was already soundly asleep under the effects of the sedative. Ness gently traced his fingertips from the curve of Effie's shoulder down the length of her arm in what he told himself was an attempt to test if she was really sleeping. Her skin felt soft and cool to the touch and as it did not appear to disturb her, he continued to aimlessly run his fingers up and down just enjoying the sensation.

On the fifth or sixth trail of her arm, Ness began to trace the outline of each of her fingers as he let himself become mesmerised by her form. Her skin was pale but yet had an olive tone to it, as if she had some Mediterranean ancestry. Her figure was also exotic as her slim waist fanned out into a set of shapely hips. The Doctor was wrong; she was even more exquisite then Alice had been.

Just as the thoughts of his old lover threatened to interrupt his reverie, Effie's sleeping form caught a hold of his hand as he ran his fingers over her palm. Startled by her sudden movement, Ness remained very still in the hopes that she would relinquish his digits and go on peacefully sleeping.

Effie did nothing of the sort. In her sleeping state she clutched onto Ness' hand and pulled his arm over her with strength he did not know she had. Now Ness' arm was resting on hers and his hand had landed over her ample breasts that were spilling out of their holdings.

The brush of her bare cleavage did nothing to help Ness' growing situation. It also did not help that he had been wondering how her breasts would feel ever since he had seen one of Marie's blonde whores fondle and attend to them the night before. He pictured how her nipples had hardened under the blonde's touch and how he could make them respond if he was the one sucking on them.

Caught up in his lust, Ness let himself cup one of her breasts. He gently pressed his cock closer against her behind, unable to help his need to give himself some relief at the memory of her wanton display. Slowly he moved to ever-so-slightly grind his cock alongside her asscheeks as he cupped her breast a little harder. He continued with these slow movements, cautiously brushing his cock up against her when he could and fondling her breasts as inconspicuously as possible in the circumstances. These small indulgences did nothing to satiate his desire though, his dick only rising to full mast at the feel of her against him. 

Ness realised that Effie was not waking up and he convinced himself that his painful need for caution was unwarranted. He had gone this far now, what would a little further hurt? He began to hump against her more urgently now as his hands began to actively grope and feel up her tits. Her body was an aphrodisiac that kept inciting his hunger for her with every thrilling touch between them.

He reached down into his breeches hurriedly to release his aching dick. He only intended to feel her more intensely as he continued to use his hold on her breasts to pull her closer to him. He couldn't help but give his cock a few strokes as he pulled it out and he realised that he was way more excited than he thought he could be by just by merely brushing up against a girl.

He kept one hand on his cock, now pumping it hard up against her ass as his other hand grabbed and massaged her glorious tits. He could feel his breathing getting laboured but he was too caught up in his desires to really analyse the situation.

Until she moaned.

In her sleep Effie had bucked her hips back towards his engorged cock and had let out the most delightful of sexual whimpers. The sound had both threatened to push him over the edge yet snapped him back to reality at once.

The reality that Effie was one of the most delectable creatures he had ever come across. How he was most certainly and undeniably aroused by her to the point where he could not control himself. How his loss of control was so great that it brought out his most primal instincts, and along with it barbaric actions equal to that of Malcolm pulling up Effie's skirts.

His throbbing cock protested as his moved it back into his breeches and rolled onto his back. With an exasperating sigh, he reminded himself that he was better than those other men. He had to be.

But no matter how long he stared at the ceiling for, he could not quell his raging lust. Effie was sound asleep next to him with no indication that her disposition would change anytime soon. After what seemed like hours of frustration from lack of relief, Ness made the executive decision that he would not be missed if he left Effie for a short while to take care of some business.

Carefully he removed himself from the mattress and took one look back at Effie's sleeping form in the moonlight. The sheet had dropped around her waist and both her breasts hung free after their dance with his hands. It was all the image he needed to finish himself off.

***

Ness finished wiping the last off his seed off his stomach with his spare handkerchief in his office, making a mental note to wash it before next use. On the top of his to-do-list though was to find a way to continue to work with Effie without needing to whack every few hours. Clothing her would probably help he thought to himself amusedly.

He walked back to her holdings surprisingly cheery though at the discovery that she was really innocent in this whole affair. He did enjoy their time together at the speakeasy, however brief, and he was starting to see he could really get used to having a doll around the office (if only his testosterone levels would oblige!)

His good cheer soon left him though as he heard a crunch underfoot upon entering the room where Effie lay. In the dark he bent down to the ground to feel a folded piece of paper. He quickly patted down his pocket thinking that he surely could not have dropped the Wolf's invitation from before, being the important piece of evidence that it was. And he was right not to doubt his meticulousness as the letter lay snug in its assigned resting place.

Quickly grasping up this new piece of paper then he rushed into his office and felt through his draws until he found the light for his gas lamp. His hands quivered with anticipation as it fired up and the glow of the device began to reveal what came to be a standard piece of newspaper.

Ness let out the breath he didn't realise he was holding and almost laughed with relief. Of course it was just a scrap of the daily news. Litter of such always poured in from the streets.

He was about to dismiss his on edge behaviour to the strangeness of recent events, preparing to toss the newspaper aside, when he nonchalantly read the headline on the dated document.

THE WOLF IS WATCHING YOU

His initial unnerved reaction returned to him. He hurriedly unfolded the black and white to scan over the contents of the article. It was a completely unrelated piece but the uncanny nature of it all left Ness feeling like this wasn't a coincidence.

He quickly stuffed the article into his drawer and rushed to return to Effie. He would not leave for the rest of the night.

***

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Strictly Prohibited Ch. 04



I AM SORRY! I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER! Thank you to everyone who favourited, rated and commented this story. As I have said before and will say again - it is what gives me the motivation to write more!! Sorry again that this update has taken so long, but this installment is longer, as promised, and includes a bit more character development! Stick with me I promise it will be worth it! 

Enjoy 

*** 

Warmth. Fleetingly sweeping over her skin. Her arm, her stomach, her cheek - she found her hand trailing after each mark of heat hopelessly trying to contain it. Whimpering, she angled herself in a desperate attempt to feel again the caress of the sun that should not exist in the middle of the night. 

Then a single whisper had sent hot air fanning a fire along her neckline, before all trace of the warmth's mysterious source vanished. 

"Soon." 

*** 

Effie awoke with her hand on her neck, unsure of why it tingled with the most pleasant form of anticipation. She rolled lazily to see the dent in the hay where Ness' form had resided the previous night. After the first evening, she thought he would not stay again. But three more sundowns had occurred since then and still the agent insisted on remaining with her. A smile played the puppet-master and pulled her lips into that telling curve. 

Becoming conscious of the unwilled action, she shook her head and sent her brunette locks into a frenzied swing around her. She placed her hands over her face and screamed into them in a girlish fashion. I can't be falling for him. 

Effie took a few deep breaths and composed herself, but put her hands down only to see a Ness laying a blouse and skirt on the chair before her. Without wanting to give another thought to the her confused feelings, she hastened to get off the bed and let the familiar routine of changing distract her from the coil of pleasure building within her chest. 

"They've also got breakfast in the mess hall, but you really don't need to eat with those men again. I can always bring it here for you," Ness began to do that annoying this of his of late where he would over-accommodate for her. 

"These aren't my quarters," Effie laughed as Ness turned to give her some small privacy whilst she put her clothes on. 

"About that," Ness said, still facing the wall, "Do you need to contact anyone who you are staying with? Surely they must be worried that you haven't come home for some time now." 

Effie awkwardly paused, before pulling her stockings up, "I'm sure no one misses me." 

"You're presence is hardly undesirable," Ness offered, the flattery causing Effie's chest to blush a hot red until her doubt at his sincerity suppressed the feeling. 

"Its, well, it isn't that," Effie spoke nervously as she adjusted her chiffon pleated skirt. 

Ness turn now to face her as the clack of her heels signaled that her ensemble was complete for the day, "You surely can't mean that you live alone in the city, a girl like you..." A woman, really. An attractive as hell beauty of a woman. 

"Well actually," Effie said placing some rogue on her lips skillfully, "I don't even live in the city." 

Ness chuckled, admiring her foolish eyes as he playfully entertained her unbelievable statement, "Oh really now?" 

"Yes, as soon as my train got in I came straight to the office..." 

"Wait, you seriously don't have a place to live?" Ness paced the floor towards her, realising she really was the fool those doe eyes made her out to be. 

Effie couldn't help but feel exhilarated as he closed the space between them with his long and commanding strides, "I know of a cousin in the city..." 

"A cousin!" Ness exclaimed, incredulous at the doll's spontaneity. 

"More of a friend of a friend really," Effie mumbled as he was standing over her, his presence intoxicating. 

Ness' eyes searched for any sign of sense or self-preservation or basic instinct in her ever-widening gems that completely captivated him every time he got a glimpse of them. She was too powerful for her own good. 

"You shall stay with me then," he said, still standing just inches away from her. 

"Surely it's improper for a single woman like myself," Effie protested, only causing Ness to reel in disbelief! 

"Oh, so now propriety is a problem for you!" 

"Well, no, but I had to point it out..." 

"And what we have been doing the past few nights has been 'in decorum' has it now?" Ness said, bringing his hands up to cup her face. 

"Sleeping next to you has been only of necessity," Effie remarked, blindly defending her innocence. 

Ness squinted his eyes for a second as he remembered that only he had been privy to the subtle groping and torture that her body had inflicted on him night after night as he was compelled by a hidden duty to keep her safe and an untold desire to have her pressed up against him. She really was innocent despite their actions, well his mostly. 

"And it is of necessity that I am telling you that you should stay at my place from now on, no objections," Ness concluded, removing his hands from her and turning to exit the room. 

Effie watched him walk away and considered if his last words were an offer or a demand. She noted absentmindedly that his hands had been cool to the touch. 

*** 

"I knew you were hiding something from me, but this - Christ! This is huge!" Detective Morgan adjusted his specks in disbelief as he stood behind his desk, reading over the contents of the Wolf's invitation. 

Ness fumbled and combed his fingers through his hair nervously, still unsure if he had made the right decision by showing the document to the detective. Looking at the sweltering, round man in front of him, it was easy to miss the qualities underneath that Ness felt indebted to him for. His exterior reflected nothing of the brave, loyal man Ness knew him to be. The agent ruffled his hair again, trying to remember a time when Detective Morgan had flaming locks covering his scalp or a shirt that fit handsomely over his torso. The detective had been balding and putting on weight, well ironically, since he took Ness under his wing just over two years ago. Ness chuckled to himself at this - maybe he was the reason that this once respectable specimen of a man had let himself go. He had been a handful back then. Hell, he would be on the streets right now if Detective Morgan hadn't saved his career. 

Yes, if there was anyone he could trust with showing the invitation, it was him. 

"So she just had the note on her?" Detective Morgan was still fussing over the details of the night, recording them meticulously in his personal notebook. 

That was the other thing. If there was one man in the world who was as dedicated to capturing the Wolf as Ness was, it was him. Ness knew that the detective's fascination with the notorious criminal, though not personally motivated like his own, stretched for almost double the time he had been involved. 

"I found her at my desk, asleep, the letter in front of her..." 

"Positioned how?" 

"Detective, I really don't remember and I don't think it is important," Ness smiled at his pedantic nature. 

"All details are important," the detective laughed at the impatient youth and continued to rustle through some papers, "And she doesn't remember any of it?" 

"She still hasn't recalled any more details, no," Ness confirmed, the fact still bothering him. 

The detective scanned the invitation once again before removing his glasses, "What is most striking though is that he calls her by her real name." 

Ness froze at this. Even though he shared his knowledge of the invitation, could he also tell the detective about Effie's suspicions over who the Wolf was? To do so would be to reveal a connection that would have Effie inevitably involved in the investigation from this point out, if she already wasn't already in too deep. He pictured her vulnerable form sleeping in the sheets, the daintiness of her frame and how easily he could wrap his arms around her. How easy it would be for him to break her. 

Why had she got herself involved in all of this? Why did she have to be the key to reaching one of the most dangerous men in the country? Ness' nostrils started to flare at the thought of the Wolf having Effie with him, the things he could have done to her... 

"Did Effie mention any reason as to why the Wolf would call her by name?" Detective Morgan asked, taking a seat in his chair. 

No. Ness would protect her. And that meant being able to remove her from the case if it became too dangerous. It would be too difficult to do that if the detective realised she could be the piece he had been waiting for. 

"She had consumed a lot of the giggle water, I suspect she may have used her real name with any one she encountered later that night and not have known it," Ness told a half-truth. 

"Hmph," the detective grunted as he looked Ness up and down, "You look like shit. Have you been getting night terrors again?" 

Something like that Ness thought as he took a seat in the chair opposite his boss, "No, it's just been a... difficult couple of nights." 

Ness crumpled his brow and put two fingers to his forehead as he felt the pain that a lack of sleep left behind his eyes. The detective's mention of it had made him acknowledge just how drained he felt. He wasn't of any use to any one in this state. 

"Holy crap!" Detective Morgan burst out unexpectedly. 

"What?" Ness said taking his hand off his head, his eyes glaring in disturbance at the detective. 

"Please tell me you have not been staying here with her..." 

"What are you talking about," Ness tried to cut him off, not wanting to get into it. But he knew it wasn't going to be that easy. 

Detective Morgan shook his head in disapproval, "You've been sleeping in the on-call room with the doll! I should have known that her show as a whore was a little too practiced..." 

"DON'T YOU EVER," Ness stood up, slamming his fist on the desk and causing the detective to lean back in surprise at the intense reaction. 

"Ah kid," the detective softened recognising the look in Ness' eyes, "You always got worked up when I called Alice such as well, but you have to realise that is what they are." 

"She is nothing like Alice," Ness snapped back, his already dark eyes turning onyx with rage. 

"These working girls are trouble, maybe your first instinct was right and she is employed by the Wolf." 

"NO." 

"Ness, no respectable woman..." 

"I haven't touched her!" Ness winced, wishing there was more truth to his words, "I stayed next to her each night because she was scared about the invitation. I promise she is as pure as snow and as innocent as she claims to be." 

Even as Ness defended her he couldn't be sure of his words. It was she who had asked him into her bed. No, insisted. Sure, she had never made a move on him but could it have all been a part of her plan to entrap him? Entrap him to what end? He had never really thought to how she never woke up at his guilty ministrations. The first night she was drugged, of course, but after that? Had she known he had been touching her and had she let it happen? 

"You haven't fucked her?" Detective Morgan stared him right in the eyes. 

"No," Ness let out the breath he didn't realise he was holding as he was able to answer that question with the confidence that he was not deceiving his most trusted comrade. 

The detective kept his gaze on the agent, but turned to search through some drawers once he was convinced there was truth to his words, "I want her out of here by tonight." 

"She'll find other lodgings, I promise," Ness relaxed a little in the chair. 

"And those lodgings won't be your house, I hope?" the detective gave him a warning. 

"She has a cousin in the city," Ness stated plainly, wanting this conversation to be over. 

"Okay, now go fetch her. It's about time she earned her worth around here," Detective Morgan ordered, still showing he held the senior position for a reason. 

"Of course," Ness complied. 

Detective Morgan sat back in his chair, exacerbated by their quarrelsome encounter. He had always thought of Ness like a son, even though he was more close in age to posing as an older brother. But he had always felt responsible for Ness, especially considering that he and his wife were never able to have children of their own. Being on rocky terms with the lad consequently left him more sweaty and uncomfortable than usual. 

But it was not the confrontation that bothered him so. Ness and he had disagreements all the time. What had him blotting his forehead with a handkerchief was that the situation was looking a little too familiar to the one he found Ness in as a new dry agent all those years ago. 

*** 

He was about to enter the questioning room when he saw her lips wrapped around the agent's cock with the skill of the whore of Babylon herself. Her small but perky breasts bounced free of their material holdings as she impaled her mouth on his dick. One hand formed a tight o around the thick base whilst the other reached under and roamed in unspeakable places of desire for a man. As she sucked back up the entirety of the cock, he couldn't help but admire the agent's length that he was not fortunate enough to be gifted with. 

With a pop the pulsing erection slipped out of her cherry-red lips as she licked the throbbing vein on the underside of the hard organ. The move required less concentration, which caused her to scan the room as she trailed her tongue up and flicked it all over the glistening tip. She spotted the voyeur in the doorway, and he jumped in embarrassment as her lust-filled eyes sent a wink his way. 

A commanding hand had taken hold of her strawberry blonde mane and guided her back to her task of milking the rigid dick before her. She continued to bob her head with more speed now, moaning with the knowledge that she was putting on a show. And the worst part was that she now chose to stare at him whilst she pleasured another man's cock. 

"Ahem," the detective had coughed, ashamed that he had taken so long to interrupt the scene before him. 

The young Ness had quickly jumped back from the girl and began fumbling with his breeches whilst she remained in her bare form, wiping her mouth with a devilish grin. 

Ness had started, "Detective Morgan, I, uh, I was just..." 

"Screwing with my evidence?" the detective had countered quickly, "Now get yourself decent unless you want me to assign some one else to the case." 

"No sir, I mean, yes, I, um, I'll be back in one moment," the novice agent had practically run out of the room. 

The detective had looked at the whore who he had taken in from their latest raid. In all his time on the force, he had never met someone with as much dishonor as this girl. It was people like her that were turning the world to shit. 

"Do you have anything to say for yourself before we begin?" he had asked her. 

She had arched her back and shrugged, "What can I say," she purred, "I like him." 

*** 

Detective Morgan broke from his reverie as Ness entered the room with Effie. She looked even better than he remembered, the detective having taken little notice of her since he took her in on her first day. He gestured for them both to have a seat. God, I just hope you really are different. 

"Detective, how can I be of assistance?" she asked with the sweetest and most demure of speech. 

"Are you a religious woman?" he returned, ignoring her feminine wiles. 

Effie looked to Ness nervously, unsure of how to respond to the detective's strange question. Ness was just as blind-sighted by the subject though and could only offer her an encouraging raise of the eyebrows at the unusual request. 

"I, um," Effie said turning to face the detective, "I was born a Catholic." 

"How charming," Detective Morgan seemed a picture of impatience yet tolerable stoicism that only further confused the girl, "So you go to church on Sundays?" 

"Other commitments of mine often meant that I could not make mass regularly, but I believe His Lord is with me always," Effie answered, hoping her answer wasn't disagreeable. 

"It's settled then," Detective Morgan announced, standing up and dialing some numbers on his phone. 

"What's settled?" Ness rose with him, antsy at the weirdness of the detective's behavior. 

Detective Morgan held the phone to his ear as it rang through, "Why, it's settled that since Effie has no religious observances to oversee this Sunday, then she shall attend the Regatta." 

Ness' eyes flashed their black depths once again as his need to protect her took over. He was about to spring on Detective Morgan when he looked over and saw Effie's face and it was... beaming! Beaming with - excitement? 

"Hello, yes is Captain Firth there? Marvelous, tell him it's Morgan!" the detective spoke into the phone as he waved his hand at Effie and Ness, signaling his dismissal from the room. 

"But -" 

"Captain? Yes, I know it has been a while! How are the kids?" 

"Detective I really don't think-" 

But Detective Morgan just put up a hand towards Ness indicating he should stop, "That's great to hear. Look, I was hoping I could call an old favour in and secure some tickets for the Regatta this weekend." 

Ness grabbed Effie's hand, who looked at him in shock at the harsh action, "Come on." 

"Yes I know its late notice... ha! You old sport!" Detective Morgan's voice trailed off in the background as Ness pulled Effie out of the room. 

"What was that?" she spun, ripping her arm out of his tight grip. 

"You aren't going." Ness ordered as he went to take her hand again, but she shrunk back from his touch. 

"That's not your call to make." 

"I cannot allow you to place yourself in such a dangerous situation," Ness commanded, refraining from placing his hands on her a third time. He knew she couldn't go anywhere but that inexplicable need to be touching some part of her had returned again. 

"You cannot allow me!" Effie laughed incredulously. 

Ness looked around and saw other agents starting to notice their queer behaviour, "We shall discuss this later-" 

"Oh no we won't," Effie cut in, provocation in her eyes. 

"We will have to if you want somewhere to sleep tonight," Ness met her challenge, instantly regretting it as she turned and walked away before he could read her expression. 

*** 

The walk home was a quiet one, with Effie avoiding eye contact. Ness didn't realise how frustrated he was until he heard Effie's breath hitch with the effort of matching the fast pace he had set. He began to slow, but realised they had already reached his terrace. 

"After you," he said opening the front door, frustrated that this was not going how he imagined it in his head. 

But what did you expect Ness? How else were you going to take her home? 

"You can take the bed," Ness explained after giving her a quick tour of his modest lodgings. 

"And where will you sleep?" she asked, her tone short as she refused to make eye contact with him. 

Ness sighed, "I'll be fine. Now would you like some tea or something?" 

Ness moved around the kitchen, locating his good tea set and preparing to put the kettle on when he became unnerved by Effie's silence. He turned to find her staring at him. 

"Why are you doing this?" 

"Doing-" Ness began but he became distracted when he noticed Effie had undone a few buttons on her blouse to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. She didn't seem to notice, casually slipping off her shoes in her usual routine to get comfortable.  

"Yes? Why are you being so kind to me?" Effie prompted as she unpinned her hair, letting it flow down over her slender neck. 

Ness tried to compose himself and divert his eyes elsewhere, but the effect had already taken place and his words came out as jumbled as his thoughts, "I'm, well as a person in such a position, I feel - no, I am! I am responsible, yes that's it. I am responsible for you." 




Strictly Prohibited Ch. 04



Effie looked at him quizzically for a moment or two before a knowing grin spread across her face. Ness immediately regretted his words, for he knew only trouble resided within her strange expression. 

"Responsible for me?" she chuckled, making herself comfortable on a nearby chair, "You may be Senior Agent Ness to the others here, but I believe Detective Morgan named you my partner. And as your equal I will consider your support, but do not think you are responsible for me." 

"Regardless," Ness began, unconsciously taking a step toward her, "I am the man in this partnership. And the man is always responsible for the women." 

"In an employment setting?" she challenged, standing before him now. 

"In general," he said breathily, trying to maintain some composure around her sorcery. 

"So, correct me if I am wrong," she said pushing back a loose strand of hair behind his ear, "but you mean to be responsible for me in every way a man can be for a woman?" 

Ness gulped. Was this her calling him out? A small sweat broke on his brow as he thought of how he had carelessly indulged himself with what little delights he dare claim from her body night after night without her knowledge - or so he thought. 

"Have I not taken responsibility for you already?" Ness challenged her, wanting her to confess if she knew anything. 

Effie's expression dropped at those words and she turned away from him, "You have." 

Ness ran his fingers through his hair and let out a curse, "Effie, I, fuck, I swear I never meant..." 

But Effie's face only crunched into a scowl, "It is I who have acted terribly. Here you are taking me into your home and I am acting spoilt. I apologise-" 

"But Effie-" 

"You have done nothing wrong," she smiled weakly, "now if you don't mind I am tired and shall retire for the night so I have a fresh mind to plan for the Regatta." 

*** 

I'm halfway through writing the next installment and it will be the Regatta where yes, you will finally see Effie with the Wolf (spoiler alert but I think we all know where this is going!) Just needed a bit of establishing first! Rate and comment and please continue to check for updates as they will come very soon! Your suggestions are welcome as always J