Bottom.”
Just like last time, James scurried into the bathroom to shower the gay off as soon as they’d finished their three rounds of fucking. Afraid James might disappear on him if he went down to the basement to shower, too, Xavier wiped down with a towel, got dressed, and carefully made the bed to spare James a confrontation with any proof he’d spent the last couple hours sucking and fucking him. Because Xavier wanted him to stay. He wanted him to answer a few burning questions that were at least half the reason he’d texted him in the first place. Not that the pretext of needing a fuck was any kind of sacrifice.
Predictably, James tried to talk his way out of staying for a round or two of tequila. But with one manipulative and slightly cruel crack about Porter only being interested in him for one thing, Porter surrendered and sat down at the dining table to put half an hour of conversation between writhing under Xavier’s body, and going home to his wife.
“ So, how’s that case going? The one you and Elena are both working on?”
“ She tells you about her cases?”
“ Not much. Not the particulars. Mostly she just tells me how pissed she is that some judge refused to issue a warrant, or that they can’t get authorization to send anyone in undercover, because of how the trial fell apart two years ago.”
“ Yeah. It’s a frustrating job, sometimes. You know shit’s going on. You know which fucking assholes are doing it. And you’re pretty much helpless because a bunch of lawyers got the police handcuffed with all their rules, instead of the criminals.”
“ How do you know who the criminals are?”
“ Well, in the case of this human trafficking ring your sister and I have been trying to dismantle, we’ve known who the players are for years. I mean, we had all the evidence. Made the arrests, went to trial. Just, there were chain of evidence issues, and some other problems. Like, one of the strongest pieces of evidence we had was hours and hours of video footage of them with the girls. Breaking them in, you could say. Basically raping and torturing them into submission, so they’d be obedient enough to send out to clients. Fucking horrific shit, I promise you. But the court threw it out, because…well, I won’t bore you with all the technical minutia of how the law works, but those hard drives with the videos on them weren’t covered under the warrant that we had. So even though you could see three of those fuckers at the top of the L.A. food chain doing shit that would put them behind bars for the next thousand years, they got to walk free.”
“ How do you know they’re still around?” Xavier asked, because he needed Porter to tell him some things he already knew, before he could ask the really critical question.
“ Brazen mother fuckers just went and opened up another club. Like they’re not even afraid of the law.”
“ So why can’t you get a warrant now, and do it right?”
Porter laughed bitterly and poured himself another shot of Avion Añejo. “Because. You can’t even use the evidence they threw out of the trial, to show there’s a reason for a warrant. So you have to start over from fucking zero. Except now, those Ukrainian fuckers know our tricks and they switched everything up, so we can’t get to them.”
“And so, what? At the club, everyone working there is in on it? And the girls are like the ones from the video? The ones they trained?”
“ Probably not. No. The club is their public face. If they’re smart, they keep it as legit as possible. They’d want employees without records. Girls with no prostitution busts.”
“ Complicated shit,” Xavier said, playing dumb and tossing back his third shot, though he kept pouring his short. “So what if just a regular employee stumbled across something. Like that video you were talking about. What if…I don’t know…their accountant clicked on a wrong file on the computer and saw that shit, and called the
Just like last time, James scurried into the bathroom to shower the gay off as soon as they’d finished their three rounds of fucking. Afraid James might disappear on him if he went down to the basement to shower, too, Xavier wiped down with a towel, got dressed, and carefully made the bed to spare James a confrontation with any proof he’d spent the last couple hours sucking and fucking him. Because Xavier wanted him to stay. He wanted him to answer a few burning questions that were at least half the reason he’d texted him in the first place. Not that the pretext of needing a fuck was any kind of sacrifice.
Predictably, James tried to talk his way out of staying for a round or two of tequila. But with one manipulative and slightly cruel crack about Porter only being interested in him for one thing, Porter surrendered and sat down at the dining table to put half an hour of conversation between writhing under Xavier’s body, and going home to his wife.
“ So, how’s that case going? The one you and Elena are both working on?”
“ She tells you about her cases?”
“ Not much. Not the particulars. Mostly she just tells me how pissed she is that some judge refused to issue a warrant, or that they can’t get authorization to send anyone in undercover, because of how the trial fell apart two years ago.”
“ Yeah. It’s a frustrating job, sometimes. You know shit’s going on. You know which fucking assholes are doing it. And you’re pretty much helpless because a bunch of lawyers got the police handcuffed with all their rules, instead of the criminals.”
“ How do you know who the criminals are?”
“ Well, in the case of this human trafficking ring your sister and I have been trying to dismantle, we’ve known who the players are for years. I mean, we had all the evidence. Made the arrests, went to trial. Just, there were chain of evidence issues, and some other problems. Like, one of the strongest pieces of evidence we had was hours and hours of video footage of them with the girls. Breaking them in, you could say. Basically raping and torturing them into submission, so they’d be obedient enough to send out to clients. Fucking horrific shit, I promise you. But the court threw it out, because…well, I won’t bore you with all the technical minutia of how the law works, but those hard drives with the videos on them weren’t covered under the warrant that we had. So even though you could see three of those fuckers at the top of the L.A. food chain doing shit that would put them behind bars for the next thousand years, they got to walk free.”
“ How do you know they’re still around?” Xavier asked, because he needed Porter to tell him some things he already knew, before he could ask the really critical question.
“ Brazen mother fuckers just went and opened up another club. Like they’re not even afraid of the law.”
“ So why can’t you get a warrant now, and do it right?”
Porter laughed bitterly and poured himself another shot of Avion Añejo. “Because. You can’t even use the evidence they threw out of the trial, to show there’s a reason for a warrant. So you have to start over from fucking zero. Except now, those Ukrainian fuckers know our tricks and they switched everything up, so we can’t get to them.”
“And so, what? At the club, everyone working there is in on it? And the girls are like the ones from the video? The ones they trained?”
“ Probably not. No. The club is their public face. If they’re smart, they keep it as legit as possible. They’d want employees without records. Girls with no prostitution busts.”
“ Complicated shit,” Xavier said, playing dumb and tossing back his third shot, though he kept pouring his short. “So what if just a regular employee stumbled across something. Like that video you were talking about. What if…I don’t know…their accountant clicked on a wrong file on the computer and saw that shit, and called the
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