things like this go unpunished. So you're going to
gather your research and meet me in the conference room. You can bring me up to
speed and we'll see where to go from here.”
Lizbeth wandered
back to her desk, dazed from this turn of events. It went against the grain to
trust any cop after all she had been through, but her digging into his
background gave her no cause for concern. There was not one whiff of scandal in
his file, and he had a history of locking up dirty cops. While that left a bad
taste in a lot of mouths, it eased her mind quite a bit.
Lizbeth
grabbed all the paperwork she had quietly put together over the last several
months and took it to meet Alexar in the conference room. She set it all down
on the long wooden table in front of him, and then excused herself to bring in
coffee mugs for the two of them. When she came back in, he asked her to lock
the door so they would not be disturbed. Again, while many cops would have been
disturbed by this request, it further bolstered her opinion of him. It made her
feel that what she was discussing with him would be treated with the utmost
discretion.
Alexar and
Lizbeth spent their entire shift poring over the case files she had put
together, drinking copious amounts of coffee. Suit jackets were flung
carelessly over the backs of their chairs as they got further involved with the
case file. They made charts and graphs with all the data, and discussing the
case from many different angles. They talked about staying past end of shift to
go over the accumulated data but decided that would call undue attention to
what they were working on. Instead she agreed to send him anything she came
across from her private email to his instead of using company computers and
email. That way it would be kept off the books, and no one would be the wiser.
Lizbeth went
home that night in a better frame of mind than she had been in for months. She
had to admit, she liked the feeling of having someone in her corner, and having
someone to bounce ideas off of. It made her feel better, a little more secure.
Alexar had agreed with her assessment of who the most likely suspects were, and
was going to do a little background checking of his own on the two men.
Lizbeth parked
the car in the driveway and entered the house. She dropped her briefcase on the
table by the front door and headed upstairs to get changed out of her work
clothes into something more comfortable. Diandra lay on the bed wearing a
peekaboo black robe. Lizbeth raised her eyebrows but hurriedly stripped off her
own clothing and climbed onto the bed.
“It’s been six
weeks,” Diandra said. “And I’ve missed you. Let’s make up for lost time.” Both
women went to their knees, facing each other on the bed. Diandra leaned in and
kissed Lizbeth hungrily, all searching tongue and biting teeth. Her hands
reached out and grabbed Lizbeth’s breasts, kneading and rubbing them, caressing
the tiny nipples into hardened peaks.
Lizbeth
responded in kind, and slid Diandra’s robe down her shoulders, pinning her arms
to her sides. She kissed Diandra’s collar bone and shoulder, first one side,
then the other. She kissed her neck, working her way down to take one of those
ripened nipples in her mouth. Diandra stayed passive, enjoying the game.
Lizbeth ran her hands down Diandra’s body as she licked and nibbled at the
nipple in her mouth. Her fingers found that tight, hard bud and she ran her
fingernails lightly over it. Her fingers left that bud of pleasure and slipped
into Diandra’s wetness, expertly stroking her up and over that first climax.
Diandra then
pushed Lizbeth onto her back, propping her hips under a throw pillow. She
proceeded to lick and bite her way down Lizbeth’s body until she reached the
source of all that moist heat. She gave one long, slow lick from front to back,
then a second. Without hesitation she plunged her tongue inside as deep as it
would go, flicking her tongue back and forth, and her thumb made
gather your research and meet me in the conference room. You can bring me up to
speed and we'll see where to go from here.”
Lizbeth wandered
back to her desk, dazed from this turn of events. It went against the grain to
trust any cop after all she had been through, but her digging into his
background gave her no cause for concern. There was not one whiff of scandal in
his file, and he had a history of locking up dirty cops. While that left a bad
taste in a lot of mouths, it eased her mind quite a bit.
Lizbeth
grabbed all the paperwork she had quietly put together over the last several
months and took it to meet Alexar in the conference room. She set it all down
on the long wooden table in front of him, and then excused herself to bring in
coffee mugs for the two of them. When she came back in, he asked her to lock
the door so they would not be disturbed. Again, while many cops would have been
disturbed by this request, it further bolstered her opinion of him. It made her
feel that what she was discussing with him would be treated with the utmost
discretion.
Alexar and
Lizbeth spent their entire shift poring over the case files she had put
together, drinking copious amounts of coffee. Suit jackets were flung
carelessly over the backs of their chairs as they got further involved with the
case file. They made charts and graphs with all the data, and discussing the
case from many different angles. They talked about staying past end of shift to
go over the accumulated data but decided that would call undue attention to
what they were working on. Instead she agreed to send him anything she came
across from her private email to his instead of using company computers and
email. That way it would be kept off the books, and no one would be the wiser.
Lizbeth went
home that night in a better frame of mind than she had been in for months. She
had to admit, she liked the feeling of having someone in her corner, and having
someone to bounce ideas off of. It made her feel better, a little more secure.
Alexar had agreed with her assessment of who the most likely suspects were, and
was going to do a little background checking of his own on the two men.
Lizbeth parked
the car in the driveway and entered the house. She dropped her briefcase on the
table by the front door and headed upstairs to get changed out of her work
clothes into something more comfortable. Diandra lay on the bed wearing a
peekaboo black robe. Lizbeth raised her eyebrows but hurriedly stripped off her
own clothing and climbed onto the bed.
“It’s been six
weeks,” Diandra said. “And I’ve missed you. Let’s make up for lost time.” Both
women went to their knees, facing each other on the bed. Diandra leaned in and
kissed Lizbeth hungrily, all searching tongue and biting teeth. Her hands
reached out and grabbed Lizbeth’s breasts, kneading and rubbing them, caressing
the tiny nipples into hardened peaks.
Lizbeth
responded in kind, and slid Diandra’s robe down her shoulders, pinning her arms
to her sides. She kissed Diandra’s collar bone and shoulder, first one side,
then the other. She kissed her neck, working her way down to take one of those
ripened nipples in her mouth. Diandra stayed passive, enjoying the game.
Lizbeth ran her hands down Diandra’s body as she licked and nibbled at the
nipple in her mouth. Her fingers found that tight, hard bud and she ran her
fingernails lightly over it. Her fingers left that bud of pleasure and slipped
into Diandra’s wetness, expertly stroking her up and over that first climax.
Diandra then
pushed Lizbeth onto her back, propping her hips under a throw pillow. She
proceeded to lick and bite her way down Lizbeth’s body until she reached the
source of all that moist heat. She gave one long, slow lick from front to back,
then a second. Without hesitation she plunged her tongue inside as deep as it
would go, flicking her tongue back and forth, and her thumb made
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