My Sexy Books Corner

Most of my books have sex in them because sex is part of life. I’ve usually tried to censor myself in some way so my books would be more accepted by the general reading public. In 2019, I decided to follow the advice of an author friend and drop the self-censoring. The Trouble With Trouble and The Trouble With Kate are the results.

The Trouble With Trouble is Book 2 of The Trouble series of thrillers. It’s over 92,000 words long and tells what happens when a police forensic scientist invents a sexual arousal cream called Trouble. DCI Jeremy Cosgrove, who appears in Book 1, finds himself up to his neck in serious trouble when he and three women who work at a Sheffield police station are blackmailed into performing unspeakable private acts to save their public reputations.

I’ve also written over 110,000 words of Book 3, The Trouble With Kate. DCI Cosgrove finds himself in more deep trouble. He and Kate, his young family liaison officer are sent to investigate the kidnap of Jessie O’Sullivan’s young son in Cornwall. The first draft is almost completed. Book 1, The Trouble With Liam is a psychological thriller and can be found on Amazon in Kindle, paperback and audiobook.

Books 2 and 3 are more porno thrillers than erotic thrillers. There is explicit sex in both books because of their subject matter, even more than in Book 1. There were a couple of chapters in The Trouble With Liam which I almost deleted due to my worries they might be too sexually explicit. I’m glad I didn’t because I had no lash back and mostly 5-star reviews for the book.

I’m unsure whether Amazon will allow these next two books in the series to be published on there, so I’ve decided to release the first six chapters of The Trouble With Trouble below. 

I’d welcome your comments and suggestions. There’s a comments box at the bottom of my Home page.


Chapter One. The Car Park

DCI Jeremy Cosgrove had serious misgivings about allocating the role of police family liaison officer to Kate Pendleton in the case of six-year-old Wayne O’Sullivan’s kidnap. Unfortunately, due to understaffing, there’d been nobody else for him to take with him from their police headquarters in Sheffield to Cornwall, where the O’Sullivan family lived. His unusual extra-marital affair with Kate had begun over a year before the disappearance of young Wayne.

Jeremy knew Kate was a beautiful, oversexed, weak-willed young woman with few morals, yet he still wanted her. He’d often witnessed her grab any opportunity to achieve another orgasm. Jeremy was only too pleased to help her achieve it if she could squeeze him into her busy schedule.

Kate’s excuse for her blatant promiscuity was, ‘I’m a sex addict.’ She admitted to being hopelessly addicted to the chemicals produced by her orgasms. Jeremy knew first-hand how exciting sex with Kate could be. He’d been sampling her overactive libido for several riotous months. The problem was, she’d been sharing her talents, sometimes unwillingly, with others. Another fly in the ointment was that Jeremy was married with children.

Jeremy still had explicit photographs and videos to prove to him the sex with Kate hadn’t all been a wonderful dream. His large collection was tucked away on a mobile phone and several flash drives taped to the back of his desk drawer at his marital home. Each image showed how brazen and joyously abandoned she could be. Jeremy wondered what made her that way but didn’t like to pry. Reaping the benefits of her sex addiction was his priority. Since their affair had ended, his favourite moment in the day was when he locked the door to his home office and relived the delicious, stolen hours captured on his phone. Althougharousing, the images also reminded him of the terrifying nightmare their relationship had been only minutes after it had started.

Keeping his collection from the eyes of his wife, Sabrina, added to Jeremy’sthrill. With Sabrina, sex was nothing more than endless missionary positions when he was made to feel dirty for even wanting sex. When viewing his stash of explicit material, it was an opportunity for him to feel like a naughty boy. It acted as an antidote to his stressful, onerous job of upholding the law as a senior detective within a bustling Sheffield police headquarters.

Above all, his entanglement with Kate had restored some of his masculine pride and self-esteem which his bossy, overcritical wife had eroded over the years. From the start, his affair with Kate had also brought him seemingly insurmountable problems.

DCI Cosgrove hadn’t meant to risk destroying his marriage but the temptation had overwhelmed him. He was no Adonis, merely an average-looking, tall,stern-faced, sandy-haired senior detective in his late forties. His clothing consisted solely of beige suits and matching shoes, which drove his wife to distraction. Sabrina Cosgrove tried valiantly to convince her husband to buy more adventurous clothing, but he’d have none of it.

He’d never imagined that petite, perfectly formed and turned-out Kate Pendletonwould even glance his way, let alone delight in bouncing enthusiastically on his manhood, or, sadly, any other manhood which took her fancy.

Their torrid affair began only four months after Kate had joined his team. As she was new to the job, it was his duty as her senior officer tomentor her. He felt increasingly aroused by her alluring, overtly sexual appearance, and her often inappropriate flirtatious remarks, made in her attractive Welsh accent. Whenever she sashayed by him, even her exotic perfume made him drool.

The more he asserted his authority over her during their working week at the station, the more she seemed to like it. Far more than was necessary, he found himself deliberately calling Kate into his office so he could reprimand her. His heart raced with anticipation whenever she turned up late for work or had filled in her paperwork incorrectly. There were so many ways for her to mess up, and she frequently did. It gave him the excuse to sit behind his desk and watch her lower her brown eyes, blush, and look guilty as he told her how unprofessional she’d been. Cosgrove wasn’t daft. He could tell she’d become strangely aroused by his deep voice booming at her in the privacy of his office. He didn’t like to admit it, but using his authority over such a stunning young woman also had a similar stimulating effect on him. Although he lusted after her, he’d never have made the first move.

It was a sultry dawn and DCI Cosgrove and Kate were on an obscenely early shift at the station. Kate turned up late yet again after a night of passion with a French chef she’d been flirting with online. Three days before, there’d been a fatal stabbing of a thirty-two-year-old man called StevenEdgeworth who’d lived on Telford Estate. Jeremy and Kate planned to drive over to the crime scene and meet DS Niles and DS Theresa Smart to carry out further investigations. As Jeremy’s team’s liaison officer, Kate was scheduled to meet the victim’s father, Dr. Norman Edgeworth, to offer him support.

Before Jeremy and Kate were due to leave the station to drive over to TelfordEstate, he summoned her to his office to ask her the reason for her late arrival. She stood meekly in front of his desk with her hands clasped behind her back. She’s doing that on purpose so her boobs are right in my face, he thought as he told her she was on her final warning. Her head was bowed, so her thick, dark hair hung like a curtain over her high cheekbones. Her large, brown eyes looked at him appealingly through their unusually long lashes. I’m starting to believe Kate misbehaves on purpose, just so I’ll summon her in here for a telling off. Strange girl. Hope she can’t see my semi.

After her reprimand, they silently took the lift down to the depths of the basement of the police car park, which had been designated for only senior-ranking officers. Her eyes looked at the floor on the way down. She shifted from foot to foot, occasionally squirming as though there were ants in her pants. It was so early, not a soul was in sight. The sun hadn’t risen, yet the air was stifling hot; Sheffield was in the middle of a seemingly never-ending heatwave. The lack of cars was due to many of Jeremy’s senior colleagues either being on leave or attending an important seminar in Leeds that morning. Jeremy’s sleek, black car was the only vehicle on the basement level.

When she clambered into the passenger seat of his car, his heart skipped a beat. Her skirt had risen up to display more of her sheer black stockings and suspenders than was decent. She did that on purpose, he thought, unsettled by how aroused he’d become. She’s not even bothering to pull her skirt down again. Can’t she see she’s giving me palpitations? Not sure I can drive with this semi. Come on Jeremy, pull yourself together. You’re on duty.

‘Umm … I know I’m stating the obvious, Kate, but your skirt’s risen up. Sort yourself out, please.’

‘What if I don’t want to, Sir?’ she said quietly.

Confused by her rare act of defiance, Jeremy was struck dumb. He stared in disbelief as she slowly inched the thin material higher. His breathing accelerated as his gaze skimmed the crotch of her almost transparent black thong. He was beyond astonished to hear her say in her soft Welsh accent, ‘You can touch me if you want to, Sir.’

Cosgrove looked from the contents of her thong to her eyes then back to her thong. Unsure he’d heard her correctly, he mumbled, ‘Pardon me?’

He gasped in disbelief as the smiling brunette slowly parted her shapely legs and whispered, ‘I said, you can touch me if you like, Sir. I really want you to.’

She was breathing as rapidly as him and slowly gyrating in her seat, squirming as though in the grip of an uncontrollable lust. The underground car park was brightly lit, so he could take in every detail through the delicate black material, including the clear outline of her plump, hairless labia. What nestled inside her thong looked as inviting to Jeremy as a chicken dinner with all the trimmings.

He undid his seat belt, leaned over and tentatively ran his long fingers over the surface of her thong. As a red-blooded male, he wanted more. She said nothing, so he grew bolder.

‘Are you sure about this?’ he said.

‘Of course I’m sure. I’ve wanted you to touch me for weeks,’ she said.

He bent lower. Checking the coast was still clear, he rubbed more firmly over the material, forcing the thong in between her succulent labia. To his surprise and delight, she boldly raised her right leg and placed it in between his. He gulped when she gripped the edge of her thong’s flimsy material and pulled it to one side so he could explore. Kate was soon bucking on his probing fingers as they moved like pistons inside her. Jeremy knew he must act quickly to evade being caught. She’s loving it, he thought, panting with exertion and desire.

Breathlessly, she whispered, ‘I’ve been dreaming of you doing this to me every time I’m in your office, Sir. You can rip out the crotch if you want.’

Her thong was soon lying in tatters on his car’s mat. He took a sly sniff and shoved what remained inside his trouser pocket. I don’t want my wife or any of my nosy colleagues to find this thong. That’d never do. Kate didn’t need to ask me twice to finger her. I’ve not had even a hint of sex in months. Opportunities like this don’t come along every day, not with a stunner like Kate.

Kate pushed her seat back as far as it would go and put one foot on the dashboard. ‘This’ll make it easier for you, Sir.’

‘Perfect,’ he whispered. Making the most of the extra space, he thought, I’ll tell her later to call me Jeremy, but when she calls me, ‘Sir’ in her sexy Welsh accent, it’s such a turn on.

Kate shifted position with impressive agility so he could bury his head between her legs. She was gyrating on his tongue, moaning as loudly as she dared, when she suddenly sat upright.

Concerned, he sat up and wiped his chin. ‘What’s up? Did I hurt you?’

‘No. Cramp in my calf,’ she said, gasping with pain as she rubbed her leg.

To his surprise, her full breasts were now bare; he guessed she’d released them from her white blouse and exotic bra while he’d been busy below.

‘My leg’s better now,’ she said, putting her foot back on the dashboard and jiggling her breasts to entice him. Her perfect white orbs were another thrilling attraction. Entranced, Jeremy thought, ‘Yet more presents for me to enjoy. Kate’s so generous. Her nipples must be delicious judging from the way she’s licking them. Wish we weren’t stuck in this bloody car, although she’s making great use of the space. She’s so flexible.

Jeremy was amazed at how many orgasms were shuddering through her as he fingered her. Multiorgasmic, he thought. So different to Sabrina. Mrs Frigid’s never had an orgasm, try as I might. He grinned with pleasure as the Welsh beauty shuddered and gasped again. Two minutes later, he discovered she was also a gusher when three small jets of clear liquid squirted in an arc and landed on his car’s mat. Jeremy’s eyes were like saucers as he thought, Wow! I’ve never made any woman do that before. I must remember to clean up afterwards. He glowed with pride after witnessing such visible evidence of her desire for him.

He was thrilled by how eager she was for him to roam over her body. His exploration only ceased when Kate unbuckled his belt and unzipped his beige trousers. He sat back and gazed at her abundant, swaying breasts as she exposed his full glory.

‘Hello, hello, hello. What do we have here, then, Sir?’ she said with a wicked grin. ‘I’ve always hoped you’d be this well endowed. Slide your trousers and boxers down … That’s it, right down to your ankles.’

As Kate effortlessly took him down her throat without a hint of a gag, Cosgrove’s heart swelled with pride after she’d called him well endowed. Must admit, I am bigger than average in that department, not that Sabrina ever seemed to care. As he gazed at the back of Kate’s dark hair bobbing up and down in his lap and marvelled at how her tongue was expertly swirling, he thought, Don’t know how she’s managing to keep her foot up there while giving me a blowjob. I haven’t had one since before I was married. I must’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m … so … close.

Unfortunately for DCI Cosgrove, he wasn’t quite close enough. The couple were so engrossed in each other, they failed to notice the tall, broad-shouldered, shaven-headed man carrying a black holdall bag who was fast-approaching their car from the corridor leading to the basement car park.

Jeremy’s head was tilted back, eyes closed, as he relished Kate’s oral talents. His fingers had been teasing her clitoris or exploring her vagina ever since she’d thoughtfully placed her right foot back on his dashboard.

The loud, authoritative rapping of massive knuckles on the car’s windscreen made Kate instinctively disgorge Jeremy’s penis. She squealed with surprise, jerked back in her seat and froze, staring at the stranger. Her right foot, clad in its stylish black stiletto, was still wedged near the top of the steering wheel. Jeremy was too startled to even consider covering his wet erection. All he could do was gawp in disbelief at the new arrival.

Although Kate had never seen the impressive man before, DCI Cosgrove immediately recognised Grant Trafford. The uncouth guard worked in the station’s security camera room. Jeremy had reprimanded him once for spitting out gum outside the lift in the basement’s corridor. The ruggedly attractive, dark-eyed man, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, crouched next to Kate’s window, a smartphone covering his right eye. He licked his full lips and stroked his stubbly chin as he moved about, scanning up and down Kate’s pale, exposed body, black stockings, and lacy suspenders.

Kate’s brain was in turmoil at being caught naked with her legs akimbo, vulva showing,  by such a good-looking stranger. She was utterly paralysed. Her mouth hung open, her glossy, red lips trembling with fear.

After videoing her bare, quivering flesh for what seemed like an eternity, Grant Trafford took the phone from his eye and drew rapid circles in the air to signal for Kate to wind down her window. She shook her head, but he repeated his signal. Her left hand moved a few inches and tapped the switch to slightly lower the window. Irritated by her only opening the window a mere crack, the burly man raised a thick, black eyebrow and said, ‘No, open it all the way down.’

Although it was the last thing she wanted to do, the man’s authoritative manner frightened her into complying, but she managed to put both feet on the floor again which left her lower body slightly less exposed. Thank God for that, she thought. She pressed the switch which lowered the window to its full extent. As quick as a rattlesnake, the security guard inserted his head and smartphone through Kate’s open window and started videoing their startled faces and the exposed parts of their bodies. He looked angry at not being able to see as much of Kate as he wanted.

Jeremy tried and failed to grab the phone, which left his penis exposed for Grant to video. Enraged his erection was being filmed with naked Kate in the foreground, the detective covered it with his hands and shouted, ‘Stop! You can’t film us like this.’

Grant stood back and went silent for a while as he tinkered with his phone. ‘Too late. I’ve just emailed the footage to myself. Caught you both good and proper. You’re both mine now. If you don’t want your wife and your bosses to see these highly incriminating videos, you’d better both do as I say from now on. Hands on your head, Beige Boy. That’s what me and my mates call you,’ said the man, zooming in on Jeremy’s angry face.

Although raging inside, Jeremy slowly placed his hands on his head in an attempt to save his marriage. Displaying two rows of perfect, whitened teeth, Grant grinned at the sight of Jeremy’s throbbing erection and zoomed in for a close-up of it. Being caught in such a vulnerable position had turned Kate’s boss into a statue of acute embarrassment and fear.

Jeremy’s anxiety levels soared when Trafford flung open Kate’s car door. Kate had put one arm across her breasts to hide them and was surreptitiously trying to inch her skirt downwards to cover her embarrassment in front of the physically attractive, but menacing stranger. Unlike her boss, she’d never seen Grant Trafford before.

She’d almost managed to slide the skirt back to where it should have been when the muscle-bound Adonis snarled, ‘Hey, don’t bother lowering your skirt, love. Pull it back up as high as you can and tuck it into your waistband … that’s it. Now, put your foot back on the dashboard. Knee bent out. I need to see everything for my video … perfect. What a view. I see you had toast for breakfast, ha!’

It troubled Kate to realise that the stranger’s phone, which was videoing a close-up between her parted labia, was exciting her more than she’d ever felt before. She even found herself moving her knee further out to give him a better view of one of her best features. She’d often been complemented on her pretty vagina and prominent clitoris.

The blustering yet petrified detective said, ‘You bastard! Stop filming up there. You’re Grant Trafford, aren’t you?’  Jeremy was puzzled why Kate would agree to raising her skirt and exposing her genitalia so thoroughly and willingly. Kate’s actually enjoying him filming up there with his camera, he thought.

‘Yeah, I’m Grant. What of it? As you know, DCI Cosgrove, I work on my tod in the station’s security camera room. I saw your entire performance on one of the screens in my CCTV room. Good work, Mr. Detective, but now you can watch me make a much better job of it with Kate than you did. Look at the boners you’ve given me and your boss, Kate. Naughty girl.’

While he’d been talking, Grant had put his phone on top of the car. His victims were unaware he’d dipped his latex-gloved fingers into an open jar inside his pocket. Before simpering Kate had time to close her legs and lower her foot from the dashboard, Grant’s gloved hand dived between her parted labia.

Kate shrieked as two of his fingers quickly rubbed her clitoris with something cold before swiftly entering deep inside her. ‘What are you doing? You say you know this maniac, Sir, but I’ve never seen him befo—’

Suddenly, she gasped, her eyes wild with puzzlement and fear. ‘Sir, something weird’s happening to me … down there. I can only describe it as … as … Oh, God … I really need to come. What’s going on? What’s this bastard done to me?’

Jeremy was alarmed by her desperate expression. ‘I haven’t a clue, Kate. It all happened so quickly.’

Grant leaned further into the car. He lifted Kate’s left breast to his mouth, gripping her nipple so hard with his teeth, she let out another yelp. When he’d finished working on it, Jeremy could see it was rock hard, wet, and erect. ‘I wanted a suck on one of those beauties before it was too late.’

‘What do you mean, too late? Please make me come one of you, or I’ll have to do it myself,’ said Kate.

To Jeremy’s surprise, she started rubbing herself frantically. Seeing Kate was glancing around the car park nervously as she wriggled and squirmed, Grant ignored her question and said, ‘Nobody’s going to see you, Kate. I’ve placed two lookouts to make sure nobody comes along the corridor or down the ramp. We won’t be disturbed until I’ve finished with you both.’

Grant pressed his face close to Kate’s. ‘Let this be a lesson to you, Kate, you home-wrecker. I’ve seen you strutting around the station in your sexy little suits with your nose in the air. You’re not so prim and proper now. Look at you splayed out naked, masturbating, and begging to come for your boss and me to see and hear. Take your hands away. Let me do it.’

Kate knew she should try to wriggle free of his prying, strong fingers, but she didn’t. Instead of making her come, he continued to smear more of the thick, white cream between her labia, coating her clitoris. The trouble was, the powerful urge to keep her knees open and thrust her hips at him was rapidly increasing. He forced more cream deep inside her vagina, then expertly rubbed it onto her G-spot, which increased her arousal to unbearable levels.

Not before time, Jeremy’s brain unscrambled enough for him to speak up. ‘Get your hands away from her, you filthy bastard. That’s criminal assault.’

Grant grinned. ‘No chance, Cosgrove. Married with kids, aren’t you? Not me. I’m happily single and ready to mingle with this hottie. I told you to keep your hands on your head.’

He winked a brown eye at Kate. Her face reddened as the intense sensation she’d never experienced before intensified. She saw him unbutton and unzip his trousers and pull down his boxers. Kicking off his shoes, he stripped naked from the waist down.

Kate’s fear was now mixed with anticipation and excitement. Her assailant was undeniably more handsome and virile than her boss, more the type of man she’d normally seek out for sex. What he was stroking was definitely larger than anything her boss had to offer. His shoulders were broad, and he obviously worked out in the gym. She gazed appreciatively at the well-defined V-shape from his waist to his groin which triggered more excitement, despite her fear.

Kate couldn’t drag her eyes away from the man’s erection as she continued to writhe in her seat. As she rubbed and fingered deep inside herself, she thought, What the hell’s in that cream he’s rubbed on me? I always feel horny, but this is on a completely different level.

She wildly gyrated her hips to try to alleviate the powerful tingling but her movements only made the sensation more extreme. Jeremy looked puzzled as she provocatively thrust her hips up at Grant, offering her entire body to him.

With a grin, Grant picked up his phone and said, ‘It’s clear you’re desperate for me to make you come on my fingers. Am I right? Nod if you want me to make you come. To cover my back, I need to make sure I have your clear consent for the video.’

Jeremy was aghast when he saw Kate eagerly nodding her head. She pulled her knees wider, thrusting her vulva at Trafford, not caring that he was videoing her doing it. Her large eyes were beseeching the stranger to help relieve her all-encompassing itch. At that moment, Kate wanted nothing more than to come on the controlling man’s fingers, penis, or anything else which would do the job. If the stranger had been ninety-six, thirty stone with halitosis, she’d still have begged them to relieve her unbearable frustration.

Grant smirked. ‘Yes, I thought so. If you know what’s good for you, Cosgrove, I suggest you sit still with your hands on your head and let me assist Kate. I now have videos of you cheating on your wife with this sexy piece. Kate let you do this … and this to her, so why can’t I? I’m also much better looking than your boss, aren’t I, Kate?’

She didn’t deny it, which cut Jeremy to the quick. Grant was leaning so far inside the car, Kate could feel his hot breath brush over her groin. Although her seat was reclined, the security guard pushed it further back to allow him better access. He reached out his blue, gloved hand to inspect her further. When she felt his ungloved finger slide inside her rectum, she tried to sit up and made a feeble attempt to knock his hand away, but he wasn’t buying her false show of modesty.

‘Don’t pretend to play coy with me just because your boss is watching you, Kate. I know you’re aching for me to fuck you now the cream’s working at full force. From what I’ve seen, I reckon you’d want me to fuck you even without the cream.’

‘Stop! Please don’t rub any more of that slimy stuff on me. You must’ve covered everything by now. What on earth’s in that cream? It’s making me tingle like crazy.’

‘Open your legs wider then, so I can help rid you of the itch,’ said Grant.

Jeremy was stunned when Kate obeyed. Her legs were now so wide, her right knee was resting on Jeremy’s thigh, while the left one was pressed hard against the car’s interior wall. As Grant brutally fingered her, he used his phone to video the action in close-up, then panned up Kate’s body to shoot her rapturous expression, and Jeremy’s confused, angry one.

‘Your parts are not so private now, are they, Kate? Not now I’ve captured them on my phone, and on the security cameras pointing into this car. Luckily, the lighting’s bright down here, so everything you two did is recorded in the CCTV room. Your wife would be interested to see my recordings.’

‘You vile monster,’ spluttered Jeremy above the noise of Kate’s moans and pleas to Grant to move his fingers faster.

Grant ignored Jeremy’s insult and complied with the desperate woman’s request. ‘I’ve always had my eyes on you, Kate. Whichever room you’re in at this station, I’m watching you. I’ve fancied you ever since you joined Cosgrove’s team. Never thought I’d have my fingers working deep inside you so soon, but you two numpties have played right into my hands.’

‘Don’t you think you should cover yourself, Kate?’ said Jeremy, who’d never felt more feeble and ineffectual.

Trafford glared at him. ‘Silence, Cosgrove. It’s a bit late for that. She’s mine now. Another word from you and I’ll wipe some cream on your bellend. You’ll be wanking all day.’

Jeremy took note of his threat. The security guard was far stronger than him and could easily have grabbed Jeremy’s penis and smeared cream on its tip if he’d so wished. I’d better stay quiet. I can see the dramatic effect the cream’s having on Kate, so I dread to think what it’d do to me, he thought. I have the Edgeworth murder to investigate today, so can’t afford to spend hours wanking in the toilets.

‘Look at how the cream’s enlarged her clit, Cosgrove. It’s huge. I want you to feel how hard it is while I video you rubbing it. You can easily rub it from there.’

‘You must be bloody kidding. I’m her boss. This is insanity,’ said Jeremy, unable to take his eyes off the transformation.

Kate looked at him, wide-eyed. ‘For God’s sake, Sir, just do what he says so we can end all this.’

Highly aroused, yet trying to pretend he wasn’t, Cosgrove said, ‘Well, if you’re quite sure, Kate. Stop writhing about so I can do what he wants.’

Jeremy saw Grant’s phone point at their faces, then pan down, following the direction of Jeremy’s hands as he tentatively leaned forward and massaged her glistening clitoris with the first two fingers of his right hand. Kate was thrusting her hips up and down in her seat, begging her boss to rub faster.

Grant’s phone was zooming in close, then pulling back as he gave Jeremy detailed directions, which he carried out to the letter.

‘Are you some kind of frustrated, sadistic film director, Trafford?’ snapped Jeremy.

He was hugely turned on and yearned to plunge deep inside her. His fingers were tingling from the transferred cream. Tapping the tip of his hard penis on her jutting right nipple as he videoed Jeremy masturbate Kate, Grant ordered her to talk dirty. 

In her private life, Kate was a dab hand at cybersex, so talking dirty came easily to her. Jeremy gulped as he looked at her tease her erect nipples as she talked filth in her sexiest Welsh accent. Her skills at talking dirty were so honed that, without him even touching himself, Jeremy’s sperm flew out of him and landed on her naked belly. Jeremy apologised to Kate as he wiped her pale skin clean with a tissue from the glove compartment.

Still videoing them, Grant laughed at Jeremy’s embarrassment. ‘Excellent work, Kate. Pump those fingers faster, Cosgrove, she’s so close … here it comes. Smile for the camera, you two.’

Kate suddenly froze and tilted her head back. A fountain of clear liquid hit the car’s dashboard and windscreen, then dripped onto the car’s mat. Kate was shocked and embarrassed about gushing in front of an attractive stranger and her boss. Usually, I’d feel satisfied after an orgasm that huge, but I need to come again. What’s happening to me?

Grant said, ‘Wow! I’ve never seen a squirter shoot as far as that before. This Trouble arousal cream is amazing. The Prof’s a total genius. He’ll be a millionaire when his cream goes on sale. No wonder he’s called his invention “Trouble” cream. Kate’s still in big trouble judging by what she’s doing, yet this isn’t even as strong a formula as the one he’s working on now.’

Grant was familiar with how soon an arousal cream victim would be desperate for another orgasm after experiencing one. The urge to orgasm would remain constant until the Trouble Cream’s dramatic effects wore off many hours after application. With Trouble on their clitoris and inside their vaginas, women who’d never gushed would suddenly become fountains of ejaculate when stimulated. Any anal sex hater would beg to be sodomised after cream had been applied to their nether regions.

‘Look how perfectly I’ve captured everything on my phone, even if I say so myself.’ The security guard held his phone up for his naked victims to view the video. ‘You’ve both turned pale. Are you feeling faint, Cosgrove? Is your face a little too visible for your liking? Well, tough luck. These videos are my insurance policy. Each one I shoot strengthens my hold over you both. They’re the reason you’ll do exactly as I say. Don’t worry, I’m not after your money. I’m rich enough. All I want from you, gorgeous, horny Kate, is sex. All I need from you, Cosgrove is your silence and total cooperation.’

‘I think you have the better part of the deal, Sir,’ said Kate, still masturbating as though her life depended on it.

She’d only said those words to make her boss feel better. Secretly, shewas desperate to having full sexual intercourse with Grant Trafford, hopefully soonerrather than later.

Chapter Two. A Rude Introduction

Grant stepped back from the car. Kate and Jeremy watched him tapping away on his phone. ‘There, I’ve forwarded the twenty-three videos I’ve just shot of you both to my email account. They’re all safe. Kate, it wouldn’t even matter if your boss found some balls and smashed my phone. I can retrieve the videos from anywhere by accessing my email account. Isn’t technology wonderful? I’ll be with you in a minute, but I’m just forwarding a few videos to Logan and some of the boys to enjoy, in case you thought of killing me or something daft like that. If anything happens to me, my gang will distribute the footage where it’ll do you the maximum harm.’

‘What kind of monster are you? Who are Logan and the boys?’ snarled Cosgrove. Wish I’d had the nerve to grab his phone and smash it before he’d forwarded the videos. They couldn’t have been more embarrassing and incriminating. The missus would slaughter me if she ever saw it. I’d lose her and the kids.

Grant said, ‘What kind of monster am I? Good question, Cosgrove. Not sure I’ll ever know the answer to that. Let’s find out together, shall we? Never you mind who Logan and the boys are. You’ll find out soon enough. Step out of the car, Kate.’

Hoping this would be the moment Grant would have full sex with her, Kate turned and placed her left foot onto the car park floor. To her dismay and Jeremy’s horror, the spiked heel of her right shoe caught in the ripped car mat. Her right foot remained trapped inside the car. She’d normally have been able to slide her foot from the shoe. Unfortunately, the pair she’d chosen to wear that morning had a strap around her ankles.

Kate struggled to free her trapped heel from the mat, but it wouldn’t come loose. The senior detective grew agitated the further he saw Grant’s fingers probe Kate’s body. Damn! I knew I should’ve bought a new car mat and thrown out this tatty one, thought Jeremy.

Grant fished inside his holdall. ‘Oh dear, is your heel caught, pretty Kate? What a shame. No, don’t put the other leg back in the car. Stay like that. Your boss is about to use this vibrator on you while you’re stuck like that. DCI Cosgrove, select full power and hold it still against your underling’s clitty as I use this dildo in her … That’s it … hold the vibrator still on there until she gushes again … let’s see if you can hit that traffic cone over there, Kate … Oh, you nearly did. That arc will look awesome on my large-screen telly. Can’t wait to watch all these videos at home on my telly with the lads and a few beers. Smile, Kate, and thank your boss for making you come so hard.’

‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Kate breathlessly, smiling at Jeremy as well as she could manage. Her dark eyes looked wild with unbridled lust.

Grant patted her head. ‘That’s a good girl. Use these vibrators on your nipples … that’s right. No, Cosgrove, stop trying to free her heel from the mat. I want her to stay in this position. What a slut. I’m videoing bad Kate with you in the background, gawping at her. Naughty detective! What’ll your wife say if I showed her this footage?’

Grant’s phone panned slowly down from their faces and back down to between her parted thighs. His fingers probed and prodded between her legs with his gloved hand. Suddenly, his fingers slid into her most intimate area.

Kate gasped and said, ‘Stop! I don’t even know you. I don’t like anal sex.’

‘Oh, yes I can, Kate. I can do whatever I like, remember? I’ve just put a dollop of Trouble Cream in there. In a few seconds, you’ll be begging me for anal sex,’ said Grant with a confident arrogance they both found chilling.

Jeremy bristled with rage at the man’s audacity. Damn! I didn’t dare do that to her, he thought, deeply envious.

Seconds after the cream had transferred from his gloved finger, Kate instantly felt powerful tingling sensations and urges building between her buttocks.

‘You’ll do as I say, and like it, too,’ said Grant.

Kate couldn’t fathom why she was enjoying his fingers and the dildo in her rectum so much. Smiling, as he’d ordered her to do, she came easily. Despite having never let anyone do that to her before, she was hungry for more.

‘Do as I say or else, you two. Think of this as a type of dogging experience. You can’t beat a spot of dirty dogging. I met Logan when I was out dogging a while back. We’ve become great friends. He’s far worse than me. Logan’s only into anal sex with dirty sluts like you, Kate. I’ll soon be introducing you to him. I used to love driving Chloe, one of my women, over to Withershaw Heights for a bit of dogging. We still do it occasionally. She loves it as much as I do. Happy times. That’s right, Kate. Come for your Uncle Grant. I know you need to.’

Kate suddenly whimpered, shuddered, and gushed like a geyser over Grant’s massive gloved hand. As he wiped his fingers on Jeremy’s shirt, Grant said, ‘Wow! Nice one, Kate. I do appreciate a squirter. I can see from your face you’ve never done it before.’

From the corridor leading to the car park, they heard the faint sound of men laughing. Only the CCTV room, a few storage rooms, and the lifts were along there. Grant was the only one of the trio who appeared unconcerned about the muffled laughter.

Sensing other people nearby, Kate felt even more over-exposed and embarrassed by being forced to gush repeatedly in front of two men she scarcely knew. She struggled to lower her skirt in case whoever was laughing might appear.

Grant yanked the material from her hand. ‘Don’t cross me, Kate. Unbutton her skirt, Cosgrove, and pull it off over her head. If it wasn’t for the cream, my head would be between her thighs, but I don’t fancy a tingling tongue. I’ll save that delight for later. Mark my words, Kate, we’ll be getting to know each other a whole lot better.’

‘My left nipple’s tingling like crazy, much more than my right one,’ said Kate, sounding alarmed by yet another new intense sensation.

‘Oh, I must’ve accidentally touched your tit with my glove. The cream’s already working wonders on it. Look, Cosgrove. It’s larger, harder, darker, and more erect than the other one. The Prof’s a genius. Hang on, there’s a more powerful vibrator in my bag. Here you are, Mr. Detective, vibe Kate’s creamed nipple, especially the tip, while I rub cream onto the untreated one … Good work … You’re really driving her crazy. I know you want to, but don’t suck her tits or you’ll get a tingly mouth. Use my phone to video her nipple transforming, then video my fingers ramming both her holes with vibrators. Don’t even think of dropping my phone, or your videos will go viral, plus I’ll make sure your wife and kids see them.’

 Jeremy carefully held Grant’s phone close to Kate’s slowly expanding nipple. He listened to her squeals as they all watched it jut out further the more he ran the vibrator over its growing surface. He’s right. I’d love to suck this beauty, thought Jeremy.

‘Vibe Kate’s right nip now, Cosgrove. Pass me that vibrator, Cosgrove. Point the phone down here. In it goes. How does it feel, Kate, to know your boss is videoing me doing this to you?’

Incensed, Jeremy grabbed Grant’s bare forearm to try to drag the vibrator from between Kate’s buttocks. The security man glared at him. ‘Oh, so you want to do it to her, do you, Cosgrove? No? Well, you’re going to. With all that cream in her, she’s desperate for it, aren’t you, Kate? Thought so. Grab hold of it and let her have it good and hard. I want to see big smiles on your faces … that’s it … in and out … faster … you’re loving that, aren’t you, you sexy bitch?’

Kate’s eyes were closed and she was panting hard and moaning, but her smile looked natural. Jeremy’s arm was aching by the time Grant had shot enough footage to satisfy him and had allowed him to stop. Jeremy was horrified to see through Kate’s open door that Grant’s bare, enviably large penis was pointing directly at her, as though he was threatening Kate with a loaded gun.

This bastard’s intentions can’t be any clearer, thought Jeremy. Christ, I think he’s actually going to rape and sodomise her in front of me, a senior police officer. How can I stop it without losing everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve?

He spluttered, ‘This is blatant blackmail, you perverted bastard. It’s a punishable offence.’

‘Correct, Detective,’ said Grant with pride. ‘I’m blackmailing you. What are you going to do about it? I’ve always despised you, Cosgrove, ever since you bollocked me for spitting out gum in the corridor.’

Grant glared at Kate as she struggled to close her legs and escape from the vibrator buzzing between her buttocks. ‘Lie still. You’d better be really nice to me or you and your boss will lose your jobs, reputations, and God knows what else. You’ll never be able to look anyone in the eye again if I post these videos online. You’ll never know who’s seen them, will you, Kate? That spotty youth in the supermarket, that bloke on the street with a hard-on. Any Tom, Dick or Harry could’ve seen you smiling as your boss vibed every part of you.’’

‘No, I won’t know,’ said Kate forlornly.

‘So, do as I say, or I’ll sing like a canary and ruin your lives.’

Feeling entirely impotent, Jeremy sighed despondently as Kate’s ordeal continued at a furious pace. I reckon Grant now knows Kate far better than her gynaecologist and proctologist do. He has the videos to prove it, too. Wish I could think of a way to stop him, but my brain’s paralysed. I’m fucking useless.

Grant bent down and freed Kate’s heel from the car mat. ‘I know you need to come again, but it’s my turn now. Step out of the car and be quick about it, Kate. If you both want to keep your jobs, relationships, and reputations, you’ll give me an even better blow job than I saw you giving your boss. Sorry I interrupted before you got your happy ending, Cosgrove.’

Noticing Kate was rapidly buttoning her blouse, he snarled, ‘No, leave your boobs swinging free. I want to play with your improved nipples while you suck me dry. It’ll give poor old Cosgrove here something to watch. I can see you drooling over her, you dirty detective. Your cock’s okay, but it can’t compete with mine.’

Jeremy turned his blushing face away, guilty at being caught ogling his colleague as Grant worked on her. He thought, Might as well give up trying to hide my hard-on. Grant’s not shy about showing off his.

Grant laughed. ‘Poor Mr. Detective. You look as sick as a parrot that I’ve come along and spoiled your fun. Hey, feel free to play with any of Kate’s bits and bobs that I’m not using. I’m not a selfish man. You’ll soon find out how true that is, Kate.’

‘What do … you mean? What will … I find  … out later?’ gasped Kate, on the verge of another orgasm.

Jeremy was sorely tempted to play with her bouncing breasts but he didn’t want to give Grant the satisfaction. He stood and pretended not to look, but he was really taking it all in. Kate’s body was a delicious banquet spread out before him … and Grant, unfortunately. 

 Grant said, ‘Oops, there she blows again. What a woman! Can’t wait until the next time you and I meet, Kate.’

‘Over my dead body,’ said Jeremy.

‘That could be arranged, Cosgrove,’ said Grant. ‘I’ll forget you said that. We all know you’re both powerless to stop me doing whatever I want. I live alone, Kate, so you can … no, I meant, so you will come to my house. I’m free tomorrow evening after work. You’ll be there at seven. I live off Rippenden Street. I’ll text you my address once we’ve swapped phone numbers. As your mouth’s full, nod if you agree.’

Kate nodded too eagerly for Jeremy’s liking. He groaned at the notion of Kate meeting Grant again for more sex. He wanted Kate to be his sexual partner, not Grant’s. Watching her in action with the security guard was making him desire her more.

Jeremy’s eyes were on stalks as he watched Kate gag as Grant pounded her throat. Her eyes and mouth were watering, and drool was hanging from her chin, yet Kate still felt compelled to masturbate. The mysterious Trouble Cream had triggered an overpowering urge to climax, far more powerful than she’d ever experienced. It showed no signs of abating.

The detective was deeply envious of Grant. Hmm, she never gagged like that when she was deep-throating me. She wasn’t half as aroused with me as she’s acting with him. Damn the bastard for being bigger and more macho than me. She’s drooling worse than my gran’s bulldog.

Following Grant’s instructions, Cosgrove tweaked and tugged Kate’s nipples as he watched Grant thrusting down her throat. I’m having an out of body experience, thought Jeremy. This can’t be happening to me. I must somehow stop this before he rapes her. Would it be rape, though? I’ve a bad feeling she can’t wait to have full sex with him. Her breasts feel amazing. Need to come but I’m not doing it again in front of Trafford and the security cameras.

He looked on, powerless, as the blackmailer took more daring liberties with Kate’s perfect body than Jeremy had taken. Both men could see she was desperate for Grant’s tireless, inventive, intimate attention. Her moans of pleasure whenever she climaxed were driving Jeremy’s own arousal to new heights. He couldn’t work out exactly what had come over her, but whatever it was had begun as soon as Grant had smeared the mysterious cream onto her intimate areas.

Despite receiving expert oral sex from Kate, Grant somehow managed to say in between grunts of pleasure, ‘You two didn’t seriously believe this fun would be a one-off, did you?’

‘Don’t you think you’ve done enough to her already, Trafford?’ said Jeremy as Grant exploded down Kate’s throat so hard he staggered backwards.

After a few moments of recovery, Grant grinned and said, ‘I’ve hardly begun on her, Cosgrove. If you’re wondering if we’re all still being filmed, well, yes, of course we are. Only I watch the security tapes each day because we’re so understaffed. I locked the camera room’s door before joining you, so nobody can view the screen with us on it. Only I can access the tape with you two on it. I’ll enjoy watching it, then I’ll make copies for my friends. After shooting a few more even more incriminating videos of you and her, I’ll be fucking Kate bandy-legged.’

Jeremy thought, I want nothing more than to fuck Kate bandylegged. Even more incriminating videos? What the devil’s he going to dream up next? Will he video me actually fucking her? Oh, I do hope so. The situation will get even stickier if I don’t come again soon. Kate’s having no problem coming … here she goes again.

He watched Kate throw her head back in ecstasy, moaning with pleasure as the grinning security guard worked on her with a purple rubber dildo from his bag.

‘Your lady friend can’t get enough of this, Cosgrove. God … yes … that was a big one,’ said Grant, rubbing his broad chest dry.

Jeremy tapped Grant’s arm. ‘I insist you let us go. We need to drive to an urgent police appointment. Release her and let us leave this rape scene.’

‘Rape? It’s not rape, detective. Kate’s more than willing. Didn’t you hear her begging me? All recorded. Don’t you dare argue with me. You need to be more compliant, like Kate, here? She loves it, don’t you, pet?’

Jeremy couldn’t believe it when she smiled, nodded, then tugged her nipples like a demented web-cam girl, egging Grant on. I give up, thought the miserable, frustrated detective.

Grant raised his shaved head from between Kate’s legs, which were dangling over his shoulders. Jabbing a wet index finger at Jeremy, he said, ‘Listen, Mr. know-it-all detective, I won’t be damaged if the tapes are ever viewed by someone else and we all get sacked. I don’t need my bloody job at this station. Don’t care if I lose it. Only reason I stay is to have fun in the CCTV room with women, or watching folk. Mind you, with Kate now on tap, my job will be even more interesting. The Prof and I have bigger fish to fry than working here. We were planning to leave anyway to make millions from Trouble Cream. As for you two, that’s another matter. Unlike you, there’s nobody in my life for you to try to blackmail me with. I only have a poxy uncle and that’s it. I don’t give a shit about anyone. So, you’d both better carry on doing as I say. You’re amazing, Kate, by the way. Are you looking forward to coming to my house tomorrow?’

Jeremy thought Kate hesitated too long before shaking her pretty head.

Grant grinned. ‘Tough luck, because you’ll be there, or else. Right, Mr. Detective, put these latex gloves on. For extra evidence, I’m going to take more videos of you and Kate. Not full sex, just fingers and toys. Only I’m allowed to fuck her, but feel free to knock one out. Remember, don’t get any cream on your dick. Your smiling faces, and maybe that distinctive wedding ring you’re wearing must be visible in every shot. Got it?’

To speed up matters so he and Kate could attend the murder scene, Jeremy knew he must comply. Seething with irritation and pent-up lust, he climbed out of the car, pulled up his trousers, and took detailed directions from Grant.

Despite Jeremy’s creeping fear the pornographic images might be released to his family and the world, he never lost his erection. Grant took pity on his frustration. ‘Take off those awful beige trousers, Cosgrove. We don’t want you to mess them. Get naked.’

Jeremy pulled himself up to his full height and said in an authoritative voice, ‘I’m a senior detective. You’re not going to video close-ups of my genitalia like you’re doing to Kate.’

‘You, Kate, and I all know I’ll soon be videoing you getting wanked off by Kate while you use this dildo on her, so shut up and strip. If you don’t, I’ll put cream on your bellend so you’ll be wanking for six hours solid. That’s about how long the effects of this particular cream last. The Prof’s working on a much stronger, longer lasting cream.’

‘You’d better do it, Sir. He’s got us over a barrel. Whatever’s in the cream has made me super horny. I’m usually hornier than most, but I’ve never been as bad as this’ said Kate, her breasts bouncing as Grant used a purple double-ended dildo on her.

‘Sensible lady. Climb up on the car’s bonnet, Kate. Knees wide for a full body shot and close-up of your boss vibrating your clitty … Great … Keep doing that … Smile for the camera … Good girl. Cosgrove, slide your finger into her rear.’

‘No, I bloody well won’t.’ said Jeremy.

Jeremy was surprised to hear Kate say, ‘Just do it, Sir. He’ll release the videos if you don’t. I really want you to do it. The cream he’s put in there is driving me crazy.’

‘Oh, very well,’ said Jeremy in a huff.

He slid his finger slowly inside her and was surprised to hear her gasp with relief.

‘Faster, please, Sir,’ said Kate. She panted hard and moaned as he did as he was told.

‘Smile at me, Cosgrove … Good … Keep smiling. Now, with your free hand, place your dick in Kate’s hand … Good … I’ve captured a great close-up of your senior officer’s pre-cum, Kate. That’s a really good handjob … Swirl the tip with your tongue … Perfect. Looks like he won’t last long. Ignore me moving around you. I need plenty of full body shots and close-ups, so everyone will know without any doubt who’s in these videos.’

On his phone, Grant caught a magnificent shot of the moment Kate flooded Jeremy’s chest. Grant showed Jeremy the video as the detective was recovering his composure. ‘Look at this cracking video, Cosgrove. I’ve captured both your faces as you finger her arse while she rubs one out. Look at your smiles. Here’s the bit where she gushes on you … so funny, ha! This is where you get her back by coming over her boobs. Perfect.’

‘Oh, God,’ muttered Jeremy and Kate in unison.

‘Even God can’t help you now. Do you think Cosgrove’s wife and children, or Superintendent Yarrow would be pleased with either of you if they saw this? What about your neighbours? What about everyone you know on social media? Oh, dear, Mr. Detective. Oh dear, Kate. What have you done? Still feeling horny, are you, pet? Slide this contraption on her clit, Cosgrove. It might do the job.’

Grant delved inside his bag and handed Jeremy a pink, buzzing, egg-shaped, plastic device. ‘That’s it, push her knees down further and slide it onto her clit for the close-up. Stand by to watch the effects. Big smile for the video, Kate … Slide two fingers in her rear end now, Cosgrove. She needs it … Perfect … Tickle her starfish with the tip of your tongue.’

Jeremy glared at him. ‘You’re going way too far, you sadistic bastard.’

Kate sighed. ‘Just do it, Sir. It’s pointless arguing with him.’

‘Wise girl. Does his tongue feel good? Yes, you like that, don’t you? Smile for the camera as your boss rims you.’

Cosgrove looked up from between her buttocks. ‘The cream’s making my tongue tingle. It’s swelling.’

‘Imagine how I feel,’ said Kate as she moaned and gushed into Jeremy’s face.

Trafford laughed as Jeremy wiped his drenched face on his forearm. ‘Let’s all count your orgasms together, Kate, as your boss vibes you … one … two, oh, and another big gush … Lick it off her thigh, Cosgrove … Thanks … three …’

They’d reached a count of eight by the time Kate gasped, ‘I’m knackered. Please make him take this bloody thing off my clit, Sir.’

‘Two more, then we’ll call it quits. Nine … ten, and a huge gush to finish. Take it off her with your mouth, Cosgrove. Splendid. I’ve captured it all on my phone. Look … The boys will love all these videos. I must have at least an hour’s worth of footage, plus the security tapes.’

Cosgrove removed the pink contraption from his mouth and heard Kate say, ‘You keep mentioning the boys. What boys are you referring to?’

‘Here’s one of them,’ said Grant.

He reached over to pick up his holdall and pulled out an iPad. After fiddling around with it, he held the iPad up so they could both see the screen. A hairy male hand was waving at them in front of a bank of moving screens. Kate was horrified to see her naked body was filling most of one of the screens as she lay sprawled on top of the car’s bonnet. She moved her arm. The arm on the screen moved in sync.

‘Who’s that watching us? I demand to know his name,’ said Jeremy, consumed by fear and embarrassment.

‘Who says it’s only one man who’s been watching your entire show?’ said Trafford. ‘There might be a dozen men wanking over Kate right this second in my CCTV room for all you know. Maybe many more.’

When another two hands holding erect penises appeared on screen, there was a thud as the back of Kate’s head hit the windscreen as she fainted.

Chapter 3. Thrown To The Wolves

Jeremy rushed to Kate’s side as she lay unconscious on his car’s bonnet. ‘Are you okay, Kate? Speak to me.’

He wanted to faint himself after the revelation the entire orgy had been viewed by several males. Even now, he sensed strangers’ eyes boring hungrily between motionless Kate’s parted thighs on one of the CCTV screens. He knew it was pointless trying to hide their genitalia from whoever was in the CCTV room; they’d seen it all already. She looks beautiful lying there. Sexy as hell, thought Jeremy, stroking her tousled, dark hair.

She slowly opened her large, brown eyes. Grant passed her a bottle of water from his holdall and she sipped it. ‘Don’t look so worried, Cosgrove. You’re okay, aren’t you, Kate? Let’s all take a little breather.’

‘I’m as okay as anybody could be under these circumstances,’ said Kate, rubbing her sore head.

Satisfied with the scores of photos and videos now safely nestling on his phone, Grant said, ‘Climb back in the car, you naughty detective. Good work.’ He pointed to his own startlingly erect penis. ‘Just look how your performances have made me horny again. Now, it’s my turn with you, Kate.’

‘But you haven’t let me go all the way with her yet. I’ve only had a hand job,’ whined Jeremy.

Grant snarled, ‘Forget it. She’s mine now. Think yourself lucky I even allowed you a hand job. You can wait. You should’ve done it before I arrived. You’ve missed your chance, loser. I’m going to bang her and you can’t stop me. Feel free to watch the performance, though.’

Grant slid on a condom. He didn’t need to drag Kate back onto the bonnet of the car; she flung herself onto it with gay abandon, which infuriated Jeremy. Fully recovered from her fainting fit, the possibility of full, penetrative sex appealed hugely to Kate after such prolonged foreplay. She didn’t even care there were strangers watching her; all she wanted was sexual intercourse and Grant was better endowed than any man she’d ever met. She was desperate to feel him inside her.

Kate was soon splayed out on the bonnet of the car, rubbing her ultra-sensitive clitoris, her eyes flashing. Grant was standing menacingly with her stockinged legs over his shoulders, preparing to thrust inside her, when Jeremy’s phone rang inside his trouser pocket. Grant was too busy entering Kate to notice Jeremy fish the phone from his pocket.

‘DCI Cosgrove here,’ said Jeremy into his phone, trying to ignore the noisy, vigorous activities playing out before his eyes. ‘Oh, hello, DS Niles. Sorry, yes, I know we should’ve been there twenty minutes ago to meet you, but we’ve been … um … unavoidably detained. Kate and I will be with you as soon as we can get away. Bye.’

He turned to Grant and said as pleasantly as he could manage, ‘Grant … um … I’m sorry to disturb you, but Kate and I really should be going. We have a suspicious death to investigate on Telford Estate. Our colleagues are waiting for us.’

Grant stopped mid-thrust and sighed loudly with exasperation. ‘You two are going nowhere. Not until I say so. You can’t have been in too much of a hurry if you made the time for foreplay in your car.’

Touché, thought Cosgrove. He watched despondently as Kate’s perfect breasts wobbled and banged together rhythmically in time with each of Grant’s thrusts. He couldn’t abide the fact it was Grant inside her when Jeremy should have been. Worse still, Grant was performing like a stud stallion, showing no signs of stopping. It killed Jeremy to see Kate enjoying the disgusting names Grant was calling her as the minutes ticked by.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jeremy, Grant swore, ripped off his condom and exploded over her breasts. Kate lay panting on the bonnet, her legs dangling limply over Grant’s shoulders. The shaven-headed stud lowered her legs and bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He pulled out a vape from his shirt pocket and puffed on it, toying casually with her long, dark hair.

Too soon, Grant put the vape away and said to Kate, ‘Jump off the car and turn around. Bend over, hands on the bonnet. Jump to it.’

‘Yes, I was afraid you might have that in mind. If you think you’re taking me up the arse, you’ve got another think coming. I’ve never had anal sex. I’m staying on my back,’ said Kate, suddenly finding a defiant voice.

‘Oh, I love your sexy, Welsh accent. Makes me want to fuck you even harder, you bad girl. If you talk dirty to me again, you can stay on your back a while longer.’

Despite Jeremy’s pleas for him to stop so they could drive to the murder scene, Grant continued to pound into Kate like a demented piledriver. The car was bouncing, but she managed not to slide onto the gritty car park floor. The car’s doors were closed, so Jeremy couldn’t hear much. Her mouth was moving, so he assumed she was carrying out Grant’s request to talk dirty to him. I must remember to ask Kate to talk dirty to me, too, that’s if Grant ever lets me near her ever again. I’ve a feeling today won’t be their last session. The guy’s a complete sex-crazed madman. He might do her irreparable harm if he’s left alone with her. I wonder if he’d agree to me tagging along next time, as a sort of chaperone with benefits. No, that’s a disgusting thought. I should be ashamed of myself.

The minutes ticked by and Jeremy was becoming increasingly agitated. While taking another short breather, Grant opened Jeremy’s door and said, ‘Enjoying the show, Cosgrove? Me and the boys are. Kate’s about to let me take her from behind, now, aren’t you, hun—’

‘No, I’m not, and don’t call me hun! I hate being called that,’ snapped Kate.

Grant pushed his face within inches of Kate’s, twisting her nipples until she shrieked. ‘I’ll call you what I bloody well like, you horny bitch. Remember who’s boss around here from now on. Anyhow, doubt you’ll be doing much talking once I start your punishment for speaking back to me. I have something very special in mind for you. Logan, my best mate, is only into watching or performing anal sex, so climb off the bonnet and bend over. He’s watching you now.’

‘No, I don’t want to,’ wailed Kate.

Oh, God, why didn’t she keep her mouth shut? thought Jeremy.

Grant yanked her off the bonnet by her hair, swung her around and pushed the right side of her face onto the car’s bonnet. He drew back his strong right arm and gave her buttocks three stinging smacks that made her yelp and Jeremy wince. Grant grabbed his pot of Trouble Cream and smeared some of it between her buttocks. Jeremy could hear her whimpering and had to resist the urge to confront Grant for his brutality. I know it’d do no good, he thought.

Grant growled, ‘ Put your hands on the bonnet like I said, you bad girl. I can see the cream’s taken effect from the way you’re gyrating your hips.’

‘Yes, Grant. You’re the boss,’ said the beautiful, but understandably exhausted liaison officer.

She obediently placed both perfectly manicured hands onto the car’s bonnet, parted her legs and bent over, provocatively swaying her buttocks from side to side. He yanked back her long hair to control her. She looked at Jeremy through the windscreen, her doe eyes staring into his as she absorbed Grant’s indefatigable energy full force from behind.

Jeremy gazed at her breasts banging together, the tips of her nipples grazing his car’s bonnet. Look at that tosser, Grant, grinning at me over her shoulder like the cat who’s got the cream. The jammy bastard, thought the detective. He sat, stony-faced, inside the vehicle desperately wishing he was Grant. I’m disgusted with myself at how turned on I am by witnessing a woman being ravished. As he watched Grant collapse gasping for breath onto her back, Jeremy thought, On the plus side, thank God Grant isn’t gay. Rather Kate than me.

Grant picked up his phone and started texting someone. ‘Right, Kate, come with me. I have a surprise in store for you and some of my friends.’

Jeremy opened the car door and said, ‘We really should be going, Trafford. We have important work to do, remember?’

‘She’ll be back in about twenty minutes or so, so quit nagging,’ said Grant.

Grant pulled a blindfold out of his bag. ‘Stay in the car, Cosgrove, or you’ll regret it.’

‘Where are you taking her? This is kidnap, rape, and God knows what other crime,’ said Jeremy.

‘Don’t worry, she won’t come to any physical harm. You can see by the way she’s rubbing herself that she’s craving sex really badly, and she’s about to get it. She just won’t know who with, that’s all.’

‘I’m scared, Sir,’ said Kate.

Grant told her to put on her skirt and button her blouse. ‘I think they’d prefer to unwrap their present themselves. I saw your boss ruin your thong, but it’ll turn my friends on to discover you’re naked under your skirt. I seem to have laddered your stockings, but it makes you look sluttier. They’ll like that, too.’

Once she’d dressed, Grant tied her hands behind her back with a silky scarf. After picking up his black holdall, he led the trembling young woman by the arm out of the car park and along the corridor. From where he sat, Jeremy could see them standing outside the door of the CCTV room. Grant tied the blindfold around Kate’s eyes before knocking on the door. It opened and the couple disappeared from view.

Once the door had closed behind them, Jeremy slid out of the car, dressed, and cautiously walked to the door of the CCTV room. His legs were like jelly as he heard Grant’s voice and two other male voices. What the men were saying alarmed and disturbed him even more.

An excited, youngish male voice said, ‘Wow, Kate, you’re as stunning in the flesh as you looked on screen. Stand still while I pull your tits out of your blouse. Let’s have a look under your skirt … Legs wider, Kate … Let’s make you gush in my mouth. Squat over my face, Kate, so I can bang you with my fingers … that’s it … what a view … shoot another close-up, Grant … she’s close … Woah! Nectar of the gods. She almost choked me.’

Jeremy could hear Kate’s loud moans of pleasure above the buzz of at least two vibrators. He was ashamed to admit, listening to the men’s running commentary was keeping him erect.

Another voice, which sounded robotic as though it had been fed through some sort of voice distorting contraption, said, ‘Be quick about it. I’m rock solid here, and that’s after me coming watching you bang her backside. Pull off her skirt and lift her onto the bench  … Hold her knees apart so I can video my fingers in her arse. Yes … you’re loving that vibe on you, aren’t you, Kate? What a naughty girl you are. Prof, your Trouble Cream’s turned her into a raving nymphomaniac.’

‘Turning females into raving nymphomaniacs is the whole point,’ said Grant. ‘All the more fun for us red-blooded males.’

The Dalek-like voice said, ‘Untie her wrists and pull off her blouse … That’s it … Christ, I could hang my hat on her nipples, but we know we can make them even larger. Plug in the suction tube, Grant. I’ll rub more cream on her, if I can stop her rubbing herself.’

Jeremy heard a loud whirring noise. Kate began squealing like a pig. ‘What are you doing to me? My nipple feels like it’ll burst if you don’t stop switch that tube thing off.’

The robot voice said, ‘Suck Prof’s dick. That’ll keep you quiet. Good, that’s shut you up. Now your nipples are done, pull your knees wider so I can use the suction tube on your clitoral hood.’

After much blaspheming and pleas for them to stop from Kate, Jeremy heard her say, ‘What the fuck? That’s the worst sensation I’ve ever felt. Oh, God … it feels huge. What have you done to it? It’s tingling even more than before.’

Grant said, ‘The increased size will only last a day or two, so don’t panic, Kate. It looks and feels awesome, doesn’t it lads? Prof, make her gush again on your fingers while I video you both.’

Even through the door, Jeremy could hear the distinctive sounds of a vigorous fingering. Looking at his watch, he wondered what DS Niles must be thinking of their no-show.

Jeremy heard robot man say, ‘Naughty girl, you’ve wet Prof’s glasses. Bend her over the bench. What an amazing sight her clit is from behind. Use close-up mode, Grant. I want to shoot a few videos of me using this anal speculum on her.’

I’ve no clue what that is but it sounds scary, thought Kate as she lay face down over Grant’s bench.

Jeremy’s anxiety levels shot sky high. He had a fair idea what was about to be done to her. He’d seen videos of rectal and vaginal examinations on porn sites and had found the images disturbing. What kind of sicko enjoys pretending to be a gynaecologist or proctologist? he thought. The fact it was about to be done to Kate filled him with terror and disgust. He wanted to bang on the door and demand they stop the procedure but he daren’t, not with so many life-ruining videos in Grant’s possession.

He could hear Kate panting hard as robot man said, ‘Part her buttocks, Prof, so I can slide this speculum into her. Sorry if it’s a bit cold, Kate. That looks perfect. When I turn these screws, you’ll feel the bills expanding. Hold her still and move the spotlight closer. Pass me a few swabs, Prof. Stop swearing, girl, it’s almost over. You’ll feel less stretched in a few seconds when I turn the screws again. There, all done. Now, suck me, Kate.’

Jeremy heard gagging sounds, then the robotic voice said,  ‘Throw me a condom, Grant. Brace yourself, you bad girl… Seems she loves receiving anal sex as much as I love dishing it out. Feels so good. Keep pinching her nipples, Prof.’

Jeremy was relieved the speculum nightmare was over. He could hear the slap of skin on skin as Kate moaned and gibbered. ‘It’s the … first time … I’ve ever … had anal sex with a robot. The cream is … making me do this … not you bastards … Faster … faster.’

There was a loud expletive as robot man came. Jeremy heard Grant say, ‘We’ll run out of condoms at this rate. It’s my turn again. Lie on the bench and put your legs over my shoulders, Kate. When I’m done, you can dress and return to boring Beige Boy.’

Hearing Grant’s insult made Jeremy bristle with rage, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He marched back to his car and waited for Kate to emerge. Ten minutes later, she exited the room alone, looking different to when she’d entered it. They could hear the men laughing in the CCTV room. Even through her blouse, Jeremy could see her nipples were twice as large and far more erect than they’d been before the suction tube had done its work.

Shell-shocked and trembling, Kate climbed into the passenger seat. Having been blindfolded, she had no idea what her newly modified body looked like. She lifted her skirt and shrieked on seeing the length and breadth of her clitoral hood. Jeremy’s eyes were on stalks. He couldn’t resist touching it.

‘Touch but don’t rub, Sir, not unless you want your dashboard soaked again,’ said Kate.

She unbuttoned her blouse and held up her breasts so she could examine her enormous nipples. Snatching them away from Jeremy’s inquisitive fingers, she said, ‘They’re almost as sensitive as my clit. Hopefully, everything will soon shrink. That bastard said it could take a day or so before I’m back to normal. He said they didn’t suction them for as long as they could’ve done. The effects can last for three or four days with longer suctioning, apparently. He said I’ll be feeling horny for several more hours.’

Kate noticed Jeremy’s trousers were bulging, so she buttoned up her blouse and lowered her skirt. She was still unable to stop wriggling in her seat. ‘I can see you’re horny too, Sir, but I need you to drive us out of this car park pronto. They did terrible things to me in that room, things I barely understand.’

‘I know,’ said Jeremy. He lifted her skirt to take another look at her gargantuan clitoris. ‘I was standing outside the door and heard everything. Can’t believe they used a rectal speculum on you. I wanted to break down the door, but I knew you’d understand why I couldn’t.’

‘I hoped you’d be listening,’ said Kate. ‘You being nearby made me feel slightly safer. I reckon there were four men in there, including Grant Trafford and someone who was disguising his voice, probably because we’d know who he is. Makes me feel weird to know so many complete strangers have had sex with me. I’ve had sex with strangers before but at least I knew who they were by the end of it. God, Sir, what are we going to do?’

She didn’t feel any better when her boss shrugged his shoulders. Even with an erection burning a hole in his beige trousers, Jeremy had never felt more aroused, yet so impotent.

Chapter 4. The Spiral Staircase

The drive over to Telford Estate was tense. Neither Kate nor Jeremy were able to look each other in the eye, each silently reliving the torrid events in the car park.

As he crashed through the gears on their mad dash to the murder scene, Jeremy said, ‘You don’t have to go to Grant’s home tomorrow.’

Kate looked indignant. ‘Oh, don’t I, Sir? How can I wriggle out of going without us both losing our jobs, you losing your wife and kids, my parents never speaking to me again, and both of us facing public humiliation on every social platform known to mankind?’

‘Kate, I think you can call me Jeremy after all we’ve just been through.’

‘But, you know I get a kick out of calling you Sir. It’s probably why we’ve ended up in this mess. I’m turned on to look on you as a power figure—’

‘But now you’ve met Grant Trafford, the ultimate controlling megalomaniac. To even the balance of power between him and me, maybe you should carry on calling me Sir,’ said Jeremy, placing a hand on her thigh as he drove.

Kate was feeling vulnerable in every way, including the fact she was being driven to a murder scene after her genitalia had been enlarged massively. To make matters worse, she was wearing no underwear; Grant had kept her bra as a memento, and her destroyed thong was inside her boss’s trouser pocket. Jeremy also knew it was there and the thought was driving him wild. Even after everything she’d been through, the cream Grant had rubbed all over her erogenous zones was still driving her crazy.

Jeremy was still hard and unsatisfied, especially now he’d seen her body’s enhancements. It would be a long drive, so eventually he told her to hitch up her skirt, safe in the knowledge Grant wasn’t there to video them. She eagerly hoisted up her skirt and parted her thighs so he could steel hungry glances down at her as he drove. In a long traffic jam, she placed three fingers of his left hand over her clitoris so he could rub it. The sight of her gushing again drove Jeremy to fever pitch.

Determined to get one over on Grant, Jeremy swung the car down the road leading to his home.

‘This isn’t the quickest way to the estate,’ said Kate, her body aflame with pent-up desire.

‘No, but my house is nearby. My wife’s at work and the kids are at school. All I need is half an hour locked in my bedroom with you without umpteen unknown eyes gawping at us. If I can do that, I’ll die an extremely happy man.’

Kate grinned. ‘I guess half an hour won’t make much difference. We’re horribly late already.’ She leant over, unzipped his beige trousers and released his pulsating manhood. When she took him into her mouth, Jeremy almost crashed the car.

‘You’d better stop that, Kate, or it’ll be game over,’ he said, tapping her on the shoulder. They were both mightily relieved to see his driveway up ahead.

‘I’ve suspected for some time I might be addicted to sex,’ she said, already unbuttoning her blouse.

‘Well, after the way you went for me in the car park before silly bollocks turned up, I can see why you might suspect that,’ said Jeremy, not caring that people in passing cars might see him reach over and tweak her right nipple.

‘Some folks chase rainbows, Sir; I’ve been chasing orgasms ever since I became sexual. Even without the cream on me, I’m sure I’m addicted to all the chemicals released in me when I come.’

He smiled. ‘Well, I’m certainly looking forward to our first full-on fuck, Kate. Prepare for me to be masterful and extremely demanding. I’ll give you all the chemical releases you need.’

As he parked the car, he thought, I hope the missus hasn’t popped back unexpectedly. The house sounds empty, so we should be safe. He watched Kate rip off her skirt as she dashed up the stairs. He steered her into his bedroom, his hand working busily between her thighs, not caring that his fingertips were now tingling from the cream.

‘Have a quick shower in the en suite if you want to, Kate, so no cream accidentally smears onto me. I want to lick you all over, backside and all. I’ve a taste for it after Grant made me do it to you.’

She returned freshly showered from the bathroom, naked and smelling of oranges. The water had not diminished the cream’s effects on her nipples and clitoris. Jeremy couldn’t wait to enjoy all the enhancements. He locked the master bedroom door behind them and opened a packet of condoms.

He was soon deep inside Kate on the double bed he’d shared with his wife the previous night. They skipped foreplay, having had hours of it, and time was short. Scared his wife would question him about any wet patches in their marital bed, he’d had the foresight to place two towels under her perfect buttocks.

He’d worried she might have been too exhausted after her energetic time with Grant, but she amazed Jeremy with her stamina and enthusiasm. He’d never performed better and was more than grateful for his huge climax.

They cuddled on the bed, drawn closer by what they’d experienced in the car park. When he’d recovered his erection, he decided to take a leaf out of Grant’s book and took control of her. ‘On your knees. Doggie style’s my favourite position. I won’t be fobbed off with having sex with you only once, not after Grant fucked you three times.’

‘Whatever Sir wants, Sir gets,’ she said, eagerly positioning herself on all fours and looking coquettishly over her shoulder at him.

They didn’t manage to drive away from his house for over an hour and a half because Jeremy had insisted on equalling Grant’s score with Kate. As they raced through the streets, his left hand between insatiable Kate’s legs, he thought, I feel guilty for using Sabrina’s vibrators on Kate, but at least I washed them afterwards and put the two towels on the radiator to dry. We could really have done with three. Sabrina will never know what I’ve been up to, so long as Kate keeps sodding Grant on side tomorrow, and whenever else he wants to see her. At least I’ve now had more sex with Kate than Grant has had, not that I’m counting. Jeremy was most definitely counting.

Kate and DCI Cosgrove arrived at Telford Estate over three hours later than scheduled. As they approached the house where the murder had taken place, Jeremy could see through the sudden summer downpour that the area was as run-down and dismal as he’d remembered. He ducked under the police tape at the front of the house with Kate sashaying behind him.

‘I think my clit’s going to fall off the amount it’s been rubbed today,’ whispered Kate as they reached the front door. Before knocking on it, Jeremy tenderly stroked her bare buttocks under her skirt.

‘There, there. I’ll kiss your clitty better later,’ he said, just as the door opened.

Despite his superior rank, Jeremy apologised profusely to DS Alan Niles for their late arrival. Seeing the young man’s expression, Jeremy thought, Shit, Alan looks confused. He must’ve heard what I’d said. What must he be thinking? After being immersed in undiluted sex for the past few hours, I forgot where I was for a second. Snap out of it, Cosgrove. There’s work to be done.

DS Alan Niles’ bottom jaw nearly hit the ground when he saw the defined outline of Kate’s gargantuan erect nipples protruding through the material of her tight white blouse. As he and Kate were both part of Cosgrove’s team, along with DS Theresa Smart, Alan saw Kate regularly. He’d been attracted to her ever since they’d met, but his desire for her shot off the scale; large, jutting nipples were his all-time favourite fetish.

He eventually pulled himself together and said, ‘The forensic team have already done all they can on the scene, Sir. Steven Edgeworth’s murder took place in the garden, so there’s no need to suit up. The victim’s disabled father, Dr. Norman Edgeworth, is in bed upstairs. He needs some emotional support from you, Kate, as family liaison officer. I’d also like a word with you boss, about a lead that’s just been phoned into me from an informer. Before I do, what was all that moaning and groaning I heard in the background when I rang you earlier? I thought I heard a Welsh accent. Was Kate ill?’

‘Don’t know what you’re referring to,’ said Cosgrove, who knew precisely what it had been. As he watched Alan Niles undressing Kate with his eyes, he thought, Damn! I think Alan’s onto us.

‘You’d better run along upstairs, Kate. Dr. Edgeworth’s waiting for some of your comforting words,’ said Alan.

Kate stood stock-still. She gazed at the long, open-plan, spiral staircase. ‘Um … okay, Alan. Just going.’

She walked slowly up the steep, winding staircase, tugging down her short, flared skirt as much as she could to hide her sore and extraordinary private parts. Despite her efforts, Alan and Jeremy were still treated to a glorious upskirt view from every angle as she climbed, revealing more skin the higher she ascended.

She sensed two pairs of hungry eyes on her, especially those of young DS Niles, who she’d always secretly fancied. She couldn’t resist pausing mid-stride halfway up the staircase. To tease the men further, she glanced down at them, smiling provocatively. Enjoying their shocked expressions, she ran her hands over her blouse. Her lack of a bra was clearly visible.

DS Niles was mesmerised, his cheeks reddening despite his blood having rushed to his groin. He whispered, ‘Gosh, Sir, can you see all that … um … bare flesh?’

Jeremy nodded, smiled weakly, yet said nothing. He’d also spotted Kate’s hooded clitoris jutting below her plump, hairless labia as she climbed the stairs.

Alan instinctively stretched a hand upwards to touch her, but she was just out of his reach. ‘I could swear she’s deliberately flashing us, not that I’m complaining,’ he whispered to Jeremy.

‘Of course I can see her flesh, as you so quaintly put it. I’m not blind. Good grief, how old are you, DS Niles? Haven’t you ever seen a confident young woman who’s proud of her body and dislikes wearing underwear? I know I have. She’s safely upstairs now, so let’s get on with our job.’

Amazed at how broad-minded his fuddy-duddy boss was being, DS Niles placed his A4 notebook strategically in front of his semi. He couldn’t wait for the sassy Welsh liaison officer to sashay downstairs again. He positioned himself where he’d have the best view, not caring what Cosgrove thought of him. He needed to see more of what she seemed all too eager to display. He hurriedly ripped a piece of paper from his notebook, pulled out a biro, and scribbled his phone number and address on it.

Chapter 5. Dr. Edgeworth’s Recovery

After Kate had expressed her sympathy for Dr. Norman Edgeworth’s great loss, she’d chatted for ten minutes to the distraught man as he lay in bed inside his spacious bedroom. Like DS Niles, Norman was mesmerised by the outline of her larger than normal puffy nipples throughout their conversation.

Kate tried to concentrate as he reminisced about how wonderful a son Steven had been but she couldn’t stop wriggling and squirming in the chair next to Norman’s bed. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to squeeze the tingling sensation out of her so she wouldn’t be tempted to rub herself, sore as she was. The dapper elderly man’s heart raced whenever he was treated to occasional flashes of what lay above her black stocking tops and lacy suspenders.

Norman had flopped back against the pillows to rest after his tearful expression of grief, hoping to gain a better view up the stunning-looking young woman’s short skirt. His ruse paid off. As she perched on the edge of her chair, Kate was unaware how much she was revealing between her crossed thighs when her skirt slid back. Another wave of uncontrollable, cream-induced sexual arousal washed over her body. She started to surreptitiously move her hips back and forwards, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Her gyrations only heightened her desperation and increased his fascination.

‘What’s the matter, dear? You seem to be in some difficulty. Is something causing you physical discomfort? Your breathing’s rather rapid.’

‘Oh, it’s nothing. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry to leave you, but I really should be going,’ she said.

Kate was desperate to leave the room so she could sneak off to the bathroom to rub the tingling fleshy monster which Grant had coated in the mysterious cream.

Seeing the growing panic in her eyes, Norman said, ‘Well, I am a doctor, you know, a retired one at least. Tell me if you need my professional opinion on any problem you have before you leave.’

‘That’s kind of you, but I’m sure I can sort it out myself,’ she said, standing up to leave the room.

In a feeble voice, he said, ‘Before you go, be a dear and help me sit up higher on my pillows. I feel so weak.’

From the way he was looking at her body, Kate knew what he really wanted. He’s quite handsome, really. Let’s give him a treat. She sauntered over to his bed, her skirt swaying. I feel desperately sorry for him. He seems so lonely now his son’s been killed. I’ll be a good Samaritan and lift his spirits the best way I know. Norman needs something to brighten his day … and I really need to come, too.

When she bent low over his bed to pull him higher up the pillows, she took her time straightening his bedding so he could enjoy the sight of her naked breasts down her cleavage. He was transfixed. She could hear his breathing quicken even more than her own. She’d only wanted to give him a flash of them, but, to their surprise, the weight of her breasts, plus the force of gravity, made one burst through the gap in her blouse and flop forward onto his bare chest. This is going much better than I’d intended. I’ll act innocent and pretend I haven’t noticed, just go with the flow. It could be fun, and the way his chest hair is tickling my nipple is making me feel even hornier. Let’s face it, I’m seducing him.

Norman was breathing so fast, she feared he’d have a seizure. Despite this, Kate carried on making a meal of tucking him in. She pretended not to notice him gawping at her bare breast and edging one trembling hand up her inner thigh. She heard a sharp intake of breath when he felt no underwear under her skirt, and something extraordinary he’d never encountered before.

Wanting more, he surreptitiously kicked his food tray off the end of his bed. One of the two bowls smashed on the wood laminate and the other bowl had overturned. Grapes and salted peanuts scattered across the floor.

‘Oops-a-daisy. Don’t worry, I’ll soon clear up all this mess,’ she said. This is where I blow his tiny mind, she thought.

She turned her back on him, but instead of crouching, she bent over from the waist down, purposely making her skirt ride up. She pretended not to notice him pick up his walking stick from beside his bed and raise the back of her skirt with the end of it. Norman gazed in wonder at her naked buttocks and vulva as she bent over.

He said in a wavery voice, ‘Sorry for being so clumsy, dear. Please, take your time. Wish you could stay up here with me all day, to be honest. It’s lonely stuck in bed every day. There’s a grape over here, look, right next to me.’

Kate heard him gasp when she opened her legs to stretch across to retrieve the grape. He’s obviously as stunned by the size of my clit as he was by my nipples, she thought. When she straightened up again and placed the tray of grapes and peanuts on his table, neither of them commented on what had just happened. It was a delicious standoff they were both revelling in.

‘Actually, Dr. Edgeworth,  there is something you could look at that’s really bothering me. As you’re a medical man, I’d like your professional opinion. It’s a bit embarrassing, but—’

‘Don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all before, dear. I’m a doctor, don’t forget. Show me the problem,’ he said, putting on his glasses.

Norman pulled his duvet back and sat facing Kate on the side of the bed, hoping his erection beneath his pyjamas didn’t alarm her. She moved the chair closer to him and placed one high-heeled shoe daintily onto the seat, hitched up her skirt above her waist, and turned her raised knee outwards.

Trying not to look as excited as he was, Norman stared at by far the biggest clitoral hood and clitoris he’d ever seen. He moved closer to inspect the wondrous sight.

‘Well, dear, your clitoral hood is obviously extremely enlarged. May I examine it thoroughly? Better be safe than sorry. I think it’d be wise.’

‘Feeling your breath on it is making me need to rub it. I think you’d better give me the once over.’

Norman gulped and said, ‘I agree. Remove your skirt and pass me that ointment on top of my nest of drawers. Your entire vulva looks sore, so I’ll rub some in for you. The clitoris itself feels unusually hard to my touch. You seem to have excessive moisture at the vaginal entrance as I’m circling your clitoris. Look how wet my finger is. That’s not right. I’ll stand up so you can lie on the bed … that’s it, dear.’

‘Can you please rub it first, while my foot’s on the chair… I really need to stop this tingling before it drives me insane. You can give me a thorough examination afterwards, okay?’

‘Of course, dear. In my professional opinion, you’re in a state of acute sexual arousal. To make it better for you, I’ll need to insert my fingers into your vagina to bring you to a climax.’

‘Yes, yes, yes. Please, stop talking about it and just do it, I don’t care how.’

‘I might need more than fingers. Please fetch my electric toothbrush from the en suite. There’s plenty of charge left in it.’

Kate rushed to retrieve the toothbrush and put it in his trembling hand. She put her foot back on the chair again, but he said, ‘No, lie on my bed. I have shocking arthritis, so it’ll be easier for me to solve your severe problem with you lying down.’

‘I’ve also developed a severe gushing problem, Doctor. It might be wise to put a towel or two under me.’

‘Don’t worry. I have something to catch any ejaculate. Remove your blouse, so I can give you a thorough breast exam … I see your nipples are unusually enlarged. They’re extremely warm to my touch and unusually erect, which is something for me to check on.’

‘Shall I take off my shoes, stockings, and suspenders as well, Doctor?’

‘No, that won’t be necessary.’

Once she was lying naked from head to thigh, he knelt between her splayed legs and removed his glasses. ‘Put on my cooling gel eye mask to help calm you down. It’ll help stop you wriggling about so much. Now, pull your knees up and as wide as you can … That’s it, dear. I’ll soon have you feeling so much better.’

Now she was rendered blind by the eye mask, the doctor of philosophy, who’d never done anything vaguely medical in his life, felt safe to start lapping her with his long tongue. Kate smiled and moaned as his fingers thrust vigorously inside her. For variety, he rubbed the hard nub of her clitoris with his fingertips and the buzzing electric toothbrush. He slid the thick handle of the toothbrush inside her and went to work with it. Norman caught almost every drop when she squirted into his greedy mouth.

‘Does that feel better, dear? Let me check your heart rate with my stethoscope. It’ll feel cold.’ He laid the base of his empty drinking glass over her heart. ‘Yes, your heart rate is too high, indicating you’re still in a state of high arousal. Your nipples also look sore, so lie there while I rub this ointment onto them.’

‘I think you’re right, Dr. Edgeworth. The arousal is building rapidly, even after that orgasm. Your ointment feels soothing, but by rubbing it on, my urge to come is greater.’

‘First, I need to give you a digital rectal examination, dear, if that’s alright. There might be something pressing where it shouldn’t be pressing. Hold your knees higher … that’s it. Breath in as I insert my fingers.’

He pulled an ancient packet of condoms from his bedside table drawer and slipped one onto his hard penis. ‘Pull your knees even higher and we’ll see if a second orgasm helps solve your problem.’ I know a first orgasm will definitely solve mine, he thought as he watched her pull her knees behind her ears. Before she could say anything, he nudged his penis slowly inside her rectum. 

‘Dr. Edgeworth, are you sure that’s a finger inside me?’ she said.

‘Of course, dear. Keep pulling your knees back. I just need to move it about vigorously while I explore. You’re breathing hard again. Do my fingers make the arousal more intense when I slide them in and out quickly like this?’

‘Yes, it does, especially when you rub my clitoris like that. The sensation’s building. Better get the bowl ready to catch it … Oh, God … Oh, God.’

The second spurt landed mostly on his pyjama top rather than in his mouth, but he caught some in there. She heard him smacking his lips. Her moans, and the sight of her arched back and bouncing breasts, made him tremble and come into the condom. He quickly withdrew his penis from her and threw the used condom under his bed before swiftly pulling up his pyjama bottoms.

Kate pulled off her eye mask. ‘That wasn’t your finger, was it, Dr.Edgeworth? Where’s the bowl of liquid, and why’s your top wet? Oh, and where’s your stethoscope? You’re not a real doctor, are you, Sir?’

He looked shamefaced. ‘Yes, I am. I’m a doctor of philosophy.’

To his amazement, the beautiful young woman laughed. ‘You silly man. I’d have had sex with you anyway. You should’ve just been upfront about it. I’m still really horny, by the way, so go for it.’

He smiled broadly and said, ‘It’ll take me ten minutes or so to go hard again, but I’d love to suck your nipples, if I may.’

She offered up her spectacular breasts to his mouth. ‘Of course. Suck away.’

‘I wanted to do this the second I saw them,’ he said.

He grabbed her right breast in both hands and swirled the impressive nipple with his tongue, then rolled the wet skin in his fingers and tugged it between his front teeth. After giving her left breast the same treatment, he slid down the bed and buried his face between her thighs.

After only a short amount of foreplay, they were both more than ready for intercourse. To her surprise, as he was supposed to be disabled, he led her from the bed and stood her against the door. He slid on another condom and pulled her right knee up and out, then pushed inside her.

Downstairs, Jeremy and Alan could hear dull, rhythmic thuds coming from upstairs. Jeremy raised an eyebrow and sighed. I can guess what’s going on up there. The cream’s obviously still having a powerful effect on Kate. God help us all.

‘What’s all that banging and moaning?’ said Alan. ‘I don’t know what’s got into Kate today.’

Jeremy merely shrugged. One hand was in his trouser pocket stroking her shredded thong as he thought, By the sound of it, it’s Dr. Edgeworth who’s got into her, plus several other men earlier today, including me. The fact we don’t know who the two mystery men were when Trafford took her into the CCTV room is deeply disturbing. That damned cream made Kate behave like a total harlot on the staircase. Alan and I saw too much. The Trouble Cream’s sent her crazy. She’s experiencing some kind of orgasm frenzy. Why else would she be so desperate to flash at any man who’ll look? Kate Pendleton, sex addict extraordinaire, I swear you’ll be the death of me, but at least I’ll die happy.

Upstairs, Norman picked up his smartphone, searched for the video app, and tried to point it between Kate’s legs. ‘It’s something for me to remember you by. The videos will keep me entertained when you’re not here.’

After what had happened only a couple of hours earlier with Grant Trafford in the car park, Kate was understandably reluctant to be filmed. She closed her stockinged legs and placed her hands over her bare breasts.

He pleaded so eloquently with her, she eventually said, ‘Well, okay. But, promise me you won’t show them to anyone. These videos are for your eyes only.’

‘What do you take me for?’ he said, full of indignation. ‘I wouldn’t dream of letting anyone see something so personal. Don’t be a spoilsport. Show me your breasts and open your legs again … That’s it, dear … smile for the camera as I make you come on my fingers again.’

The bedroom’s varnished floorboards were soon awash. Norman’s phone now held over a dozen videos and scores of photographs even Grant Trafford would have envied.

As she dressed, Kate turned to Norman and said, ‘I really should go downstairs, but it’s been lovely meeting you.’

‘Thanks, Kate. You’re amazing. Hey, your blouse is still undone, not that I’m complaining,’ he said with a chuckle.

She squeezed her breasts together, then jiggled them up and down, making him giggle. ‘I know it’s undone. You undid the last two buttons, remember? Just before you made me do that, you naughty man.’ She pointed to the puddle on the floorboards by the door. ‘Hey, I can’t promise anything, but maybe I’ll pop back upstairs and see you’re okay before I go.’

‘Oh, yes, please do. That’d be wonderful. I’ll never clean this floor again, Kate. We really must lock the door next time. We could’ve been caught,’ he said.

Norman lay back on his pillows to admire her bare breasts as she stood framed in the open doorway. He smiled as he remembered how amazing they’d felt and tasted.

‘I’m confident neither of my colleagues would’ve objected if they’d caught us. They said you needed comforting and I’ve accomplished that.’

‘Oh, yes, you certainly have, Kate. In spades,’ he said with a mischievous laugh.

‘Just so long as you don’t regard what I did as sexual harassment,’ she said, her beautiful brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

‘You can sexually harass me anytime you like, dear. I recover quickly, so if you fancy an orgasm or two before you leave, I’ll be happy to sort out your problem. Reckon I might have caught the same affliction from you. May I have just one more suck on your boobs?’

She laughed and jokingly wagged a scolding finger at him. She rushed back to the bed, bent over him and offered up her breasts to his hungry mouth. Eventually, she said, ‘Okay … that feels wonderful but I really must go. I’ll try to return later, Norman. Now, let go of my boobs and close your eyes and grab forty winks so you’ll be ready for me.’

Kate closed the door behind her and sashayed across the landing to the top of the staircase. Norman fell into a contented slumber, filled with wonderful dreams of cherry-topped, pink marshmallows falling onto his naked body as he lay listening to magical rain splashing onto the ground around him.

Kate’s eventual slow descent of the spiral staircase was an even more spectacular performance than either man could have wished for.Alan Niles noticed her breasts were not only fully exposed, but were also wet. Her nipples were hard and extra perky. He glanced at Jeremy, waiting for him to reprimand their cavorting colleague, but his boss just shrugged and smiled sweetly at him. Cosgrove’s acting as though Kate’s shocking display is the most normal thing in the world, thought Alan.

Jeremy despaired as he looked up at her opening and closing her legs like lift doors. God knows why her breasts are sopping wet. Dread to think. I’m guessing Dr. Edgeworth is now a happy man, knowing Kate. By the look of Alan, she’s also killing this horny git standing next to me. Wish she’d hurry up and come downstairs before he grabs her. This situation’s getting extremely messy. Alan has a bad reputation with the ladies at the best of times. Kate’s gone way too far.

A loud knock on the front door ended Kate’s performance. As Jeremy opened the front door, Kate scurried as fast as her high heels allowed down the remaining stairs. She turned her back on the new arrival and buttoned up her blouse.

The visitor was DS Theresa Smart, carrying a large wad of neatly stapled A4 paper. On her walk from her car, the wind had blown some strands of her greying hair free from the large bun on top of her head. Her glasses were splattered with rain; as usual, she hadn’t bothered wearing her contact lenses because she didn’t care about her glasses not suiting her. Vanity about her appearance wasn’t part of her nature.

Theresa said, ‘You need to see these documents urgently, Sir. They’re concerning this murder case.’

Cosgrove looked despondently at the sheaf of papers being handed over to him by the straight-laced woman. ‘Much appreciated, Theresa.’

Reading dull words was the last thing he fancied after the riotous morning he’d had with Kate. Dowdily attired DS Smart had killed off Jeremy’s erection as effectively as a bucket of cold water. She was the opposite of Kate in every way. Theresa’s crisp, starched, white blouse was buttoned up to the neck as usual, and her unfashionable tweedy skirt was well below her knees. Her shoes were flat and dull. She was a bosomy single woman in her mid-forties, tall, of average weight and average appearance. She liked everything to be done by the book. Theresa’s large breasts, and everything else, were always kept well under wraps. She’d have been horrified to have witnessed Kate’s antics on the staircase.

Theresa said, ‘If you can spare me for a while, I need to phone forensics about another job, Sir.’

Cosgrove nodded. ‘Go ahead, DS Smart. I must read these notes in more depth before we can crack on with this case.’

Not wanting another drenching outside, Theresa walked briskly to the far end of the living room. She turned her back on her three colleagues to concentrate on her phone call.

Hot and bothered after Kate’s staircase revelations, Alan Niles grabbed the opportunity to sidle up close to Kate. He pulled her into the shadows, far away from where Theresa was busy on her phone.

Sadly, there was nothing to shield the couple from Jeremy, but Alan was too overexcited to care. The boss obviously thinks Kate can do no wrong, he thought. What she did on those stairs was a sackable offence. Cosgrove must be having sex with her behind his wife’s back. That’s the only reason I can think of for him turning a blind eye to her flashing us so brazenly. They must be in an open relationship, because he didn’t seem to mind me ogling her body when we were standing elbow to elbow beneath her.

Jeremy decided to take a short break from digesting the essential information on the Edgeworth case. He looked up from the documents in time to see Alan whispering in Kate’s ear. Jeremy watched him sit on a chair next to where she stood, and slide a scrap of paper into the palm of her dainty hand. Pushy young bastard! I bet Alan’s giving her his phone number or address so they can hook up later, probably tonight. She’ll be up for it with all that bloody cream in her system. Like me, he’s been struck down by the Kate Pendleton effect. Can’t stop thinking about her. Bugger it, I can hear the sod twanging her suspenders.

Jeremy hadn’t seen Alan’s other hand for a while, which concerned him. He prayed Kate would move away from Alan but she was glued to the spot, gyrating her slim hips, a willing recipient of whatever Alan was doing to her.

 Judging by Kate’s huge smile and how she’s squirming I know his grubby little fingers are busy up the back of her skirt. He can easily finger her from where he’s sitting. I know that wicked smile of hers all too well. Kate knows damned well I’m looking at them and I’ll do nothing to stop them. Alan probably thinks I have no idea what’s going on, just because I can’t see his hand. Oh, no, she’s gripping the table to steady herself, panting like a dog shut in a car in a heatwave. What did she whisper? Sounded like, ‘Faster … faster.’ If Theresa notices what that jammy swine’s doing to my Kate, she’d be appalled. She’s still busy on her phone with her back to them, so Alan might just get away with his grubby fumblings.  

As the noises of Alan’s fast-moving fingers inside Kate grew louder, Jeremy shot the reckless pair a disapproving glance. It was pointless. Niles was too busy gazing at Kate’s face as his digits urged her towards a climax. Kate saw nothing as her eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. Jeremy knew she’d ignore his glares, anyway. When Kate’s panting increased, signalling her imminent orgasm, Jeremy thought, Should I warn Alan about Kate’s gushing problem? I couldn’t stand the embarrassment of Kate’s Niagara Falls impression, not with straight-laced Theresa Smart in the room. Oh, I’m too late.

Jeremy watched Kate gasp and shudder. With her phone still glued to her ear, Theresa turned around to find out what was wrong with Kate. Four pairs of eyes watched a puddle spread across the living room’s laminate floor. Alan looked down at his wet shoes and socks.

After lowering the back hem of her skirt, Kate smiled gratefully at Alan, then winked conspiratorially at an expressionless Jeremy. She turned and looked Theresa defiantly in the eyes, daring her to say anything. Kate needn’t have worried. Unaware female ejaculation even existed, Theresa thought the deluge was down to Kate’s weak bladder. To save Kate from further embarrassment, Theresa said nothing. Jeremy knew Kate wasn’t in the least embarrassed, devoid of every atom of shame in her acute state of Trouble-induced sexual arousal.

Red-faced, Alan lurched upstairs and disappeared into the bathroom. Jeremy thought, The silly bugger can hardly walk. Must’ve gone for a Tommy Tank. I’ll be having one myself when he comes out of there. I really need one after watching Kate’s staircase performance.

Jeremy watched, enraptured, as Kate scuttled past him into the kitchen to find some kitchen roll. Without a thought of their murder investigation in his head, he was suddenly panting hard, gazing up her skirt as she treated him to another delicious view of her crouching before him with her knees splayed.

Grinning up mischievously, she whispered, ‘Here’s a little treat for you for being so patient with me, Sir.’

He looked down at her, hunger burning in his eyes. Her fingers were a blur, too busy to bother mopping up her previous mess. Luckily, Theresa was making another phone call at the far end of the room. She couldn’t see the growing bulge in Jeremy’s trousers from having just watched Kate masturbate to a productive climax as she crouched on the kitchen lino.

When Alan exited the bathroom, Kate and Jeremy scuttled away in opposite directions. Despite Jeremy’s better judgement and growing jealousy, he decided not to reprimand him for molesting Kate. It would complicate matters, he thought. The look of confusion on the young man’s face was comical when he saw not one but two puddles on the floor. One was in the living room, the other in the kitchen.

Alan quietly quizzed Kate about the second puddle, but she whispered, ‘Best you don’t know, Alan. See you at seven p.m. at your place.’

As Jeremy walked upstairs to the bathroom, he acknowledged he’d have to be content with grabbing scraps of Kate’s time and talents whenever Grant, Alan Niles, and whoever else, weren’t enjoying her. He was unhappy about sharing her, but the thought of never having sex with Kate again sent him into a panic. It had only been hours since she’d seduced him, but Jeremy knew he was addicted to the Welsh liaison officer, just as she was addicted to sex with anyone who’d give her the orgasms she craved. As he locked the bathroom door behind him and let his lower garments fall to the floor, Jeremy had never wanted the sex-crazed woman more.

He heard footsteps walking past the bathroom, then a gentle knock on a door further down the corridor. This was followed by an elderly male voice saying, ‘Come in, pet. I’m more than ready for you.’

Having lost his erection, Jeremy pulled up his trousers and crept along the corridor. I must check if my guess is correct, that there’s now another man wanting a piece of Kate. Jeremy placed his ear to the bedroom door. He could hear whispers, conspiratorial giggles, then what he knew all too well was the sound of the zip of Kate’s skirt being tugged down.

He heard Dr. Edgeworth say, ‘Quick, lock the door and undo those buttons. Look at what a big surprise I have for you.’

Fascinated by the low moans and the sound of creaking bedsprings, Jeremy couldn’t pull away from the door. He recognised the noises; it felt like he’d been listening to them all day. I know exactly what she’s doing. Nothing sounds quite like baby lotion being rubbed vigorously on a cock. I remember the sound from when she did it to me at my house. She’s incorrigible, but I need Kate in my life.

Jeremy heard Dr. Edgeworth whisper, ‘Gosh, pet, I don’t know why men say they can never find it. Yours is massive. Must be all this licking. Oh … another puddle.’

Jeremy shook his head, sighed, and waited for her to finish with Dr. Edgeworth. She eventually exited the elderly man’s bedroom and smiled serenely at her boss.

‘I heard everything, Kate.’

‘I thought it’d take his mind off his grief, Sir. Sorry I took so long, but he’s so lonely.’

Jeremy said, ‘Oddest form of grief counselling I’ve ever heard of, young lady. Well, now he’s given you another orgasm, let’s try and solve this murder.’

‘It was two actually, Sir,’ said Kate with a wicked grin.

Jeremy sighed and said, ‘I’ll pretend I never heard that.’

As he followed her downstairs, conscious of DS Niles closely watching her descent, Jeremy thought, This sexy Welsh philanthropist has me twisted around her little finger. Dare say this won’t be the last time I’ll be waiting around for Miss No Knickers as she’s busy satisfying another man and not me.

The lustlorn detective suddenly remembered Kate’s appointment with Grant Trafford scheduled for the next evening. He felt sick imagining what their burly blackmailer might do to her. Sick with envy.

Chapter 6. Stains And Spillages

Next morning, aware how possessive Jeremy could be, Kate decided not to tell him she’d just spent a steamy night of passion at Alan’s home. Thank God the boss didn’t see Alan driving me into the car park this morning, she thought.

After complaining to Alan about not being able to change her previous day’s outfit because of spending a spectacular time at his house, they’d called into her house on the drive to work. After all her recent frenetic sexual activity, it felt wonderful to bathe, fix her makeup, and put on her favourite black suit, black stockings, and sexiest underwear.

Kate knew that Jeremy, Alan, Grant, and Norman could all demand her special, intimate attention at some point that day, so she needed to be as fresh and alluring as possible. She’d had to reapply her makeup after Alan crept into her bedroom and become aroused by her stunning appearance. He’d only agreed to stop ravishing her if she agreed not to wear underwear again, and promise to visit his desk in the office they shared before lunch.

‘It would turn me on so much to know you are walking around at work all day with no bra and panties on. If you don’t visit my desk to play, you little minx, I’ll come and find you, wherever you are, then bend you over the nearest desk. I won’t care who sees us,’ he said with a mischievous grin.

‘Doubt you’d bang me over a desk if Superintendent Yarrow was with me. Anyhow, Alan, you know I’ll willingly come to see you, heavy as my workload is.’

Kate threw a ten denier pair of black stocking into her waste bin after Alan had laddered them. Her new, demanding lover sat in his suit on her bed, watching her remove her suit and underwear, before pulling on her silky black suit again.

‘Satisfied now?’ she asked, raising her skirt.

‘I was until you did that. Come closer,’ he said, raising the hem high enough for him to access all areas.

What followed was the reason why Kate and Alan were half an hour late for work. It was also why there was an incriminating white, crusty patch on the front of her skirt.

‘There’s no time to wipe it off. I’ll do it in the bathroom when we’re at work,’ Kate shouted to Alan as they raced down her stairs and out to his car. Unfortunately, she forgot to wipe it off as she was immediately summoned into Cosgrove’s office for another dressing down about arriving late. Alan had a meeting with Forensics as soon as he’d arrived at the station, so Jeremy hadn’t realised he was also late.

To distract her boss from reprimanding her, and emboldened by all they’d been through the previous day, Kate moved closer as he began to scold her. She thought, Nobody can see into his office. It has solid walls and the blind is down over his door’s glazed panel as usual. Perfectly private. Now to make my move.

Kate raised the front of her skirt. ‘Fancy a feel, Sir?’

Jeremy was shocked to see Kate was still naked under her clothes. The black skirt was a few inches above her knees, and flared. From the first time he’d set his hooded, brown eyes on her, Kate had worn similar flared skirts. Now he knew why.

‘Easy access, Sir,’ she said, placing her left foot on the arm of his office chair, teetering in her heels. ‘I know there’s a security camera in here and every other room in this station, but Grant’s seen every part of me already. I’m so horny, and we might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Hurry, Sir, before I pull a muscle standing here like a flamingo.’

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ he said.

Jeremy unzipped his beige trousers and buried his head between her parted thighs. He tried to block out the thought that he’d heard Dr. Edgeworth doing exactly the same to Kate the previous day. When cramp in her right calf gripped her, he pointed to his desk. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse as she lay on her back across his desk and dangled her legs over his shoulders. They gazed into each others eyes as their hands worked their magic on each other.

Before work, he’d sneaked into the local Anne Summer’s shop, hoping nobody would spot him. Soon after Grant had burst into their lives to blackmail and torment them, Jeremy had bought three new sex toys to use with Kate. He quickly opened his desk drawer and chose a small, purple, bullet-shaped vibrator to hold firmly on her clitoris.

She bucked and writhed in a frenzy, then pulled his hand away. ‘That feels so good, but you’d better save that vibrator for another time, Sir. Someone might hear it buzzing.’

‘Good point. I’ll use this new glass dildo on you instead. Try not to moan too much or we’ll be rumbled.’

The arousing sight and sound of the beautiful glass object as he thrust it in and out made him come before he had the chance to put on a condom.

Sitting up to see what had happened, Kate said, ‘That was lovely, Sir. Shame you did that all over my skirt … and don’t you think you’d better lock the door?’

‘What? I thought you’d done it. Jesus Christ, Kate!’

Jeremy shot out of his chair, his penis bouncing as he raced to the door. He managed to lock it seconds before DS Theresa Smart knocked on it. Kate and Jeremy both froze before hurriedly dressing and hiding the sex toys in his desk drawer.

‘Sorry, Kate. Your skirt has some of my bodily fluids on it. Quick, wipe it off before I unlock the door,’ he whispered. ‘That’s odd … there’s a similar white stain on the opposite side, but it’s dry.’

‘Never mind about that, Sir. You’d better unlock the door,’ whispered Kate, knowing full well how the dried stain had found its way onto her skirt.

Jeremy’s hands were shaking so much, he made a complete hash of unlocking and opening the door. Theresa was at long last able to sweep into the office like a battleship, carrying another daunting heap of documents for his attention. She made no comment about the locked door, which had never happened before as far as she could recall. Seeing the red glow on Cosgrove’s usually pale face, she was deeply suspicious, especially after the signals she’d picked up the day before at Dr. Edgeworth’s home. The damning, creamy, wet patch resembling tapioca pudding she noticed on her colleague’s black skirt, and the faint whiff of sex in Cosgrove’s office strengthened her suspicions. Theresa glared at the shifty-looking pair over her glasses, turned on her sensible, low heels, and exited Jeremy’s office.

Kate’s failure to clean up the results of her two male colleague’s over-excitement was only one reason for Theresa Smart’s suspicions about her three colleagues’ sexual shenanigans. The boss, Alan, and Kate can get up to whatever they like in their spare time, but not in police time, thought Theresa.

From her neat, well-organised desk, Theresa watched confident, beautiful Kate sashaying back into the main office after her visit to Cosgrove’s. The young Welsh liaison officer always seemed aware all the heterosexual men were ogling her.

As she watched Kate tossing her long, luxuriant, black hair, prematurely greying Theresa thought, Kate’s always been a shameless hussy, but she’s acting like a bitch on heat.

Kate was standing sideways to her, sorting sheaves of documents into piles before placing them into a metal filing cabinet on the right of Alan’s desk.

 I can clearly see her nipples through her blouse, same as yesterday. Displaying her wares in a busy workplace is disgusting behaviour. Anyhow,  I’m sure I could look as good as Kate if I made the effort. I might be ten years older than Kate, but if I took the time to improve my appearance, I’d certainly turn a few heads.

Theresa noticed how Kate kept crossing one leg over the other and squirming as though tormented by an itch between her thighs. She leant forward occasionally to calm her rapid breathing as she sorted the documents.

Concerned her colleague might be ill, Theresa called out, ‘Are you okay, Kate? Is something the matter?’

‘No, I’m fine thanks, DS Smart,’ said Kate, obviously lying.

Theresa returned to her work, but couldn’t silence her thoughts. My career is far more important to me to waste time on frivolities such as provocative clothes, makeup, and modern hairstyles. I can’t be bothered with sex and relationships. What’s the point in falling for a man and marrying him, only for a harlot with loose morals like Kate Pendleton to flash her fanny and steal him away. I’m sure that’s what she’s done to DCI Cosgrove. She’s always flirted shamelessly with him but something’s changed recently. I’ve seen the knowing smiles and whispering going on between them. I’ve also noticed today how DS Niles and Kate are acting in the same way. Speak of the devil, he’s just walked in.

Theresa watched Alan Niles make a beeline for Kate who was still placing documents into the shoulder-high, metallic filing cabinet. He whispered something to Kate which seemed to delight and amuse her. They both walked over to Alan’s desk which was directly opposite Theresa’s. Oddly, it was Kate who sat in the swivel chair, not Alan, which piqued Theresa’s interest.

The office was emptier than usual; several officers had been called out to investigate a suspicious death in Plumtree Avenue on the other side of town. Only Theresa, Kate, and Alan were in that section of the office. Alan stood in front of his desk, facing seated Kate, blocking her from their prim colleague’s prying eyes. He unbuttoned his suit jacket to further block Theresa’s view. She knew the swivel chair had moved backwards as she’d heard its rear wheels knock against the wall.

Theresa tried to appear busy, but couldn’t help glancing over at the pair, wondering why he was standing there for so long without speaking. In the end, realising they couldn’t see her looking, Theresa gave up pretending to work and stared at Alan’s rear view.

They’re definitely up to something fishy. I can hear faint whispering.

Theresa thought she caught the word, ‘Blouse,’ and immediately guessed what Kate must be doing. To her delight, she spotted something the couple, who were supposed to be intelligent police officers, had neglected to take into account. Kate’s image was reflected onto the metal filing cabinet’s shiny, mirrored surface.

Theresa’s eyes widened when she saw Kate’s naked breasts were clearly reflected on the side of the filing cabinet. Kate was teasing Alan by tugging her spectacular nipples, then circling her dark areolas with her index fingers. Theresa’s breathing quickened as her heart raced. She was astonished when she saw the reflection of Kate sliding up her floaty, black skirt and opening her thighs. More shocks followed when Kate’s genitalia was exposed, the clitoral hood protruding through her bald labia. Theresa thought of her own mass of pubic hair which hid her more subtle genitalia.

Half of DS Smart wanted to creep up behind Alan to surprise and admonish the brazen couple. The other half was unexpectedly aroused by what she was witnessing in the workplace. Her excitement grew when the fingers of Kate’s left hand became a blur as she rubbed her clitoris while her right hand’s digits furiously worked inside her. Alan’s shoulders were rising and falling. Theresa listened to his quickening breath, keeping pace with Kate’s.

Theresa’s ears were straining so hard she also picked up a sound as though someone was beating a batter. To her surprise, the erotic sights and sounds caused tingling between her own thighs. She heard Kate stifle a moan. Mirrored in the filing cabinet, she saw a fountain shoot out from between Kate’s parted thighs. Alan bent forward slightly over the desk as Kate’s reflected right hand moved towards what Theresa assumed was the detective’s mouth. Thirty seconds later, Alan turned and walked stiffly past Theresa. Avoiding her eyes, he headed for the corridor.

 I can guess where he’s going, and why. He could barely walk, thought Theresa, bristling with self-righteous indignation.

Kate’s appearance was now identical to how she’d looked before DS Niles had stood in front of her at his desk, except for her flushed cheeks. Theresa returned to her paperwork, trying to eradicate a sexual awakening and sexual interest in Kate which troubled the older woman. God, I think I actually fancy the woman. What’s going on? I’ve only been sexual with two men in my life and have never been attracted to any women before. This is crazy.

Ten minutes later, Kate and Alan exited the office. Theresa walked behind Alan’s desk. There was a puddle of clear liquid under Alan’s swivel chair where Kate had been masturbating, which confirmed Theresa hadn’t imagined the entire arousing event. It dawned on her why there’d been similar puddles on the living room and kitchen floors in Dr. Edgeworth’s house on the previous day. It hadn’t been Kate’s weak bladder as she’d thought. Theresa picked up her phone and searched on Google. She soon understood far more about the mysterious workings of the female body, even down to the chemical composition of female ejaculate and what caused it to occasionally shoot out of women so dramatically.

Who’d have thought. I feel so naïve, she thought. Why hasn’t it ever happened to me?

The only two men who she’d ever had sex with, in her twenties at university, had been unimpressed with Theresa’s sexual abilities. Nigel Pinner had been cruel enough to say during their acrimonious break-up, ‘You’re like a cavern down there. Sex with you is like driving through a car wash.’

During the same row at his student lodgings, Nigel, an arrogant, good-looking fellow student, had accused her of being a whore in her past. ‘No woman could have a bucket fanny like yours without bedding legions of men. You’ve obviously not been truthful to me about your sexual history.’

Theresa had naturally been deeply hurt and insulted by his unjust words. She’d only ever had sex with Howard Driscoll a year before her three-month involvement with Nigel. Howard had been too kind to ever comment on her internal workings, but he’d never been enthusiastic about their sex life. He disappeared off the scene with one of Theresa’s female friends in tow, destroying Theresa’s heart and self-esteem. She’d never fully recovered from Howard’s desertion.

Theresa could only assume God had cruelly caused her to be born that way. Nigel’s devastating comments and Howard’s betrayal had made her shy away from any further involvement with men. She’d thrown herself wholeheartedly into her career ever since but could never wipe out the pain of Nigel’s cruel words. She wasn’t proud about feeling some satisfaction when she’d heard Nigel had been disfigured in a motorbike accident two years after their relationship had ended. Karma was working perfectly.