Vice Cop Ch. 05

"Oh, too bad," she said, "you got somewhere to go? What do you do for a living? You look super rich and what is your name again?

"My name's Hu- uh- Harrison. Harrison Stone. I'm a producer and sometimes actor in Canada and the UK."

"But you're so New York and you're Italian."

How to cover that up, thought Hudson. He delved deeply into the side of him that was a lying jerk and a typical guy trying to get laid and came up with bullshit.

"Well my film production company is over in Toronto and I've spent time in London a lot. No more talk, baby. Let's do this thing."

He knew that if he brought up the need for immediate sexual gratification, which she so obviously wanted, she'd stop asking pointed questions and he wouldn't have to keep lying.

She took his hand and quickly they ran into an empty room on a higher floor of the mansion. She put a "Do Not Disturb Sign" over the door and closed it.

SIX

"You wait right here on this bed," Tiffany said to him standing by the door to the room.

Hudson removed his dress shirt, tie, slacks and underwear on the bed while keeping his eyes on her. She was still in her costume and she had her hand on the doorknob.

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to do it?"

"I'm going to surprise you. Just follow along. Wait for me, ok."

"Ok."

What on earth was she going to do? Hudson's imagination ran wild. Suppose she was one of those really kinky and wild girls. Maybe she wanted to whip him and tie him up to the bed or something. He didn't want any of that. But he felt as if he was at her mercy. If he ran away, he would be behaving in an unmanly way and he'd give away that he was not even the character he was even "enacting". He waited nervously for a few minutes but before long Tiffany returned.

She was now in a white bra and panties and she had obviously undressed while she had left the room. Hudson was surprised. She had actually stripped to her undergarments in front of people at the party.

"I have a surprise for you," she said to him, smiling from ear to ear.

"That's nice lingerie," Hudson said to her.

"No, not that, this."

Another girl entered the room. She was Asian and had long dark hair which she had made into a long ponytail that hung to the side of one shoulder. She was also in a costume - a colorful Japanese Geisha kimono but it was open, like a robe, to reveal black thong underwear and high heels. Hudson's eyes nearly fell of their sockets when he saw her.

"This is Sumi, she's here from Korea, just arrived in New York a few weeks ago," Tiffany explained.

"It' an honor, sir," the Asian girl said bowing her head to him.

O Jesus thought Hudson. He felt like getting up and leaving but he was now beginning to feel the blood racing into his cock, his eyes widened with a spark of lust.

"Is she a hooker?" he asked Tiffany.

"She is but I'm paying for her services," she replied, "so don't worry about the money. Ever done it with two girls?"

"Yeah," Hudson lied, "twice before, years ago in...in... London."

"Third time's a charm," Tiffany said.

Great, thought Hudson, I've never done anything like this and now he'd have to look as if he had.

Tiffany softly ordered the girl to take off her kimono, bra and panties and to sit on Hudson's lap. She said this in Korean and this surprised Hudson. The girl was submissive and she sat down over his lap. She knew what to do from that moment onward.

Slowly, she began to grind her hips in a simulating fucking motion, slowly and seductively, making Hudson's cock hard instantly. She wiggled her butt against his thighs and she took hold of her own breasts, which were also small, and threw her head back.

"Yeah, you like? You so big."

Hudson tried not to laugh. If she said "Oh, me so horny. I love you long time" he knew he would burst into laughter. She continued to give him a lap dance and she was evidently quite good at it. Doubtless she had done it to other men before. She moaned quietly and her writhing and movements over his lap was making him feel hotter, hungrier.

Because they were face to face, he took the opportunity to kiss her. It felt good to kiss her. He didn't know this girl and she was a hooker and he was actually a cop but right now, he was not. He was millionaire playboy actor and he was having fun. All his stress and frustrations melted away. She kissed him back, sweet kisses and afterward she giggled like a schoolgirl.

Hudson smiled.

"Yeah you like that? Huh? Fun isn't it?" he said to her, smiling.

"Ok, Sumi, that's enough now," Tiffany said to her.

Sumi dismounted him and stood next to Tiffany, bowing her head and smiling furtively. From one corner of her eye, she kept watch over the scene. Tiffany removed her bra and panties and stood naked and quiet, allowing Hudson to take in all her nudity. His eyes feasted on her lithe and sexy body.

With all the sexy gracefulness of a cat, she walked over to him and mounted him. She took his hands, which were considerably larger than hers, and put them gently over the sides of the bed, letting him know she did not intend to give him another lap dance. She was making it clear she wanted to ride him. Hudson let out a moan and felt his cock harden even more.

She began to slowly unzip his pants, writhing against him, her hair falling over her breasts in semi-disarray, all the while keeping eye contact with him. Hudson was moaning and speechless, aroused beyond belief. He was thrilled at the idea that he was about to have two girls for the first time. Sure it was not very cop-like behavior but right now, all those concerns went out the window and he wanted to indulge in this private little sexcapade.

Tiffany removed his shirt, button by button, and she gazed at his nudity with lusty eyes, licking her tongue now and then. Hudson's hair was big and full of hair, which she seemed to like. She ran her hands down his chest and Hudson rested his head back over the bed, lying flat on his back. His cock was now fully erect.

"Fuck, you're well-hung," Tiffany exclaimed, "how big is it?"

"Nine inches, babe," Hudson replied with a grin for he had always loved being the owner of a big dick.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she said.

She got on top of him, straddling him, and she began to lower herself on to his cock. It impaled her completely and she moaned and shuddered at the first penetration. She closed her eyes, as if she had just taken a drug and was now enjoying its sensational effects. Up and down she went over his cock, slowly at first, in a rhythmic cadence that drove Hudson wild with desire, making him turn his head back and forth and moan in the pleasure she was giving him. Sumi kept her head bowed but she was still peeking.

She continued to ride his cock, throwing her head back and squealing in ecstatic pleasure. After a while, she quickened her pace, relishing the control she possessed over him in this position. Hudson's face contorted as his orgasm built up. Tiffany rode his cock hard and fast, both of them now raising their voices, screaming as a powerful wave of sexual bliss washed over them.

He had his hands on her waist and then lowered them to her ass, slapping her ass cheeks now and then. She cried out and rode him even faster. Slowing down some time later, she switched her position. Still on top of him, she turned away from him, facing Sumi who was by the door. She continued to ride him, moving up and down over his cock, while he gently caressed her back and pulled on her hair.

"Oaah, fuck, oh God," she said, cursing as she reached orgasm.

Hudson roared during his orgasm and Tiffany cried out along with him, relishing the finale. Sumi looked up, and her face was very red.

"Ok, now you watch me and Sumi," she told him, "and then you'll have both of us at the same time."

Hudson felt like he was going to die from the absolute pleasure of it all.

He had never been in a threesome, much less observed lesbian sex in a front row seat. He felt like he was an actor in one of the porno movies he secretly enjoyed watching.

The girls smiled softly and stared at one another with a quiet but palpable naughtiness. As if silently engaged in a telepathic communication, Sumi got on her back and spread her legs. She did this with a sense of urgency and longing, sighing and instantly parting her legs. The odd thing about her was that she was looking at Hudson, as if she did not care to really engage in lesbian sex and was just doing it to pleasure Tiffany who had paid for her services.

Tiffany positioned herself between her legs, putting her hands on the Asian girl's thighs, which Hudson noticed were quite thin. Before long, Tiffany was laving Sumi's pussy.

She was also using her fingers, deftly slipping them into the folds of her pussy and making Sumi squirm with pleasure. She writhed and moaned softly, quietly, nothing like Tiffany's more vociferous moans. Tiffany continued to orally pleasure Sumi while Hudson watched in lusty amazement. His cock was getting hard again.

Outside, the party continued, a mélange of music, laughter and ecstatic voices. It was past one in the morning. Hudson had lost track of time. Also lost with his inhibitions and he had forgotten he was a cop. He had, for the hell of it, made himself believe he was actor Harrison Stone, a hot shot, and that scenes such as this one was normal to him. Tiffany pleasured Sumi's pussy until she had reached a powerful orgasm. Afterward, the girls embraced but the look in their eyes told Hudson they weren't done yet.

Sitting on the bed beside him, completely ignoring him in their act of mutual pleasure, they began to entwine their legs together like some Tantric position Hudson had never seen or heard of before. Calm and quiet, Tiffany and Sumi began to make love with their fingers. Their soft hands were on each other's flesh, caressing, kneading, rubbing and stroking.

Tiffany's white hands pinched Sumi's nipples. It never occurred to Hudson just how "white" looking some Asians were for if he were observing this scene from afar, he would have mistaken Sumi for another white girl, only with dark hair. Sumi expertly fingered Tiffany's pussy, her fingers diving into the wetness, the moistness. Tiffany shuddered and moaned in the pleasure Sumi gave her.

Sumi, too, was the recipient of Tiffany's fingers, slipping in and out of her pussy. They threw their heads back, closed their eyes and allowed the strong sensations to course through their bodies. Hudson was already ready to burst in his orgasm, but he exhibited self-control, thinking that perhaps the girls would have fun with him afterward.

Their moans and cries aroused him further and they were, in essence, pleasuring him by giving him the chance to view their mutual lesbian pleasure. Hudson had never known any lesbians and the only lesbians he was "acquainted with" were the actresses in the porno movies he watched alone. He didn't wish to let anyone know he had a thing for lesbian sex or any kind of hetero porn because he wanted to maintain the image of a good Italian man and a good cop. But right now, he felt like he could not know a more intense sexual pleasure.

That was until Tiffany beckoned him.

"I want you to take me," she said to him, "fuck me like there's no tomorrow. I'll continue to orally please Sumi if you fuck me from behind."

"From behind? You mean - "

"No, not anally. Just doggie style."

"That's fine with me."

Happy as can be, Hudson jumped into the action. Tiffany positioned herself on top of Sumi, who, much smaller than Tiffany, easily fit under her without any discomfort. Tiffany lowered her head and began to lick her pussy, thrusting her tongue in and out. Hudson was on his knees behind Tiffany, taking hold of her hips and he guided his cock into her pussy from behind.

He paused to look at the ménage-a-trois they had going on. They were an assortment of heated bodies hungry for sex and Hudson felt they resembled a human fan with three folds. Not wasting any time, Hudson delved his cock into Tiffany's pussy, not letting go of her hips. He felt like a stud in a porno and loved every minute of it. He pounded her pussy and he knew she was feeling lots of pleasure because she was moaning under breath and she would at times raise her lips from Sumi's pussy to let out a sexual scream.

Hudson was an animal, tirelessly fucking Tiffany's pussy until he knew he would orgasm and cover her butt and thighs with his cum. By now, the girls were crying and uttering wordlessly in their pleasure. Hudson joined them with grunts and guttural cries of his own. They were so loud it was obvious to the other party guests that they were having a threesome. Hudson did not care and he had begun to store the vivid memory of this experience in his mind, hoping to re-live it from time to time, especially when he'd become mired in the dullness of routine patrols and duties.

Tiffany let out a primal scream as she felt her own orgasm erupt. Sumi had become quiet and lay on her back in a motionless state, obviously very tired and spent. Hudson roared as he had his orgasm and he collapsed over Tiffany. They were now a human sandwich with Hudson on top, Tiffany in the middle and Sumi at the bottom. Hudson was able to see this through the reflection of the closet mirror of the bedroom and he flashed a big smile. He loved that he was on top.

SEVEN

Lexa and Detective Mason were already on dessert which they ate seated by the fountain. The moon was full but because of the many groves of tall trees scattered about, the Widow Gibson's garden and rear lawn was cast in some darkness. She had only a few dim lights out in the yard, and a pool with lights. The weather was cool and no one cared to go for a swim. Everyone out in this area was either eating or taking a stroll. Mason couldn't keep his eyes off of Lexa, dressed to the nines in an elegant gown which she most likely rented. But she would only smile at him politely in return and she seemed to talk less and less with every passing minute. It was as if her mind was elsewhere.

"What's troubling you?" Mason said to her, taking her hand in his.

"Detective how well do you know Mrs. Gibson?"

"Maybe I'm not her closest friend but she's a woman above reproach. She's always been very kind to me and I like these parties."

Lexa caught sight of the shadowy profile of a man and a woman in an upstairs room through a window. The lamplight was bright enough for her to see a large bed, a mirror and even one other figure sitting on a chair. The couple was in a distinctly sexual position while standing up and it was obvious they were fornicating in the room while the third person watched. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.

Lexa looked at the Detective's watch and saw that it was about ten minutes past midnight. She then looked at Mason square in the face.

"You leave these parties before midnight, you said?"

"That's correct. Its past midnight now but I'm having a wonderful time here with you, Miss O'Neil. What's wrong? Tell me. You look concerned about something."

"I am. I'm afraid I don't trust The Widow Gibson."

"But what makes you think she can't be trusted, Miss O'Neil? I have never seen her doing anything the least bit suspicious."

Lexa's eyes wandered again. She noticed that someone she could see was a man through his bulky profile was chasing a young nude girl out of the manor's grounds through a back door and out into the direction of the beach.

"You never know what someone is really like, Detective," Lexa said to him, "and as a detective you must always be on the look-out for suspicious activity."

"What have you seen here tonight that makes you think something's wrong?"

"Well, there's a highly sexual vibe in the air."

"Sexual?" the Detective could scarcely believe it, "Miss O'Neil, Mrs. Gibson has been a widow for many years now and I doubt she has had any type of sexual relationship with anyone."

"I'm not talking about her. I mean her guest. I just saw what looked like a couple having sex in an upstairs room- while being watched by a third person."

"What?"

"And just now I saw a man chasing a nude girl out of here."

"I can't believe I missed that."

"Well, it seems you've been taken for a fool, Detective. The Widow Gibson deliberately sees to it that you leave before midnight and she ensures that you don't see what's really going on inside her house."

"Did you see anyone consuming drugs?"

"I don't see that happening but it's very probable that someone somewhere in the house is taking drugs. Drugs and orgies usually go together, right?"

"I've been going to orgies without knowing it?"

"How she must laugh at you when you leave, Detective."

"If what you're saying is correct, then the Widow is the Madame we've been looking for. I've been on this case for a year now. There have been reports of wild parties in a home here in The Hamptons. We believe that a Mafia organization is providing them with drugs and that a Madame has established a high-class bordello to entertain wealthy gentlemen."

"This looks like that kind of place."

"My God, you think you know a person. Well, she's not going to get away with it. Are you very sure of what you've seen?"

"Yes. Should I call the Chief to send some officers over here?"

"Please do and let's go into the house and see for ourselves what's going on. The only difficulty we'll have is that if something goes horribly wrong, we're unarmed the both of us."

EIGHT

Clementine Gibson had a fit after a clumsy waiter had spilled red wine over her gown. She went into her master bedroom, which at one time had been the bedroom of her late husband, to change into a new outfit. Her walk-in closet was full of mostly dresses and gowns. She never wore casual clothes and she disliked the fact that women this day and age wore jeans and skirts, which she considered to be unfit for a lady. She browsed through a number of sequin gowns, all of them looking like beautiful supermodel gowns. She was thin, owing to the fact she ate far too moderately.

As she put on a silver-grey gown with a plunging neckline, she heard a knock at the door which sounded urgent. She felt irritated by the sudden interruption.

"Who the hell is it?" she roared.

"Miss Gibson," said a male voice, "It's only Victor and Mikey."

"Oh," she replied, satisfied to know it was her two personal bodyguards and henchmen/goons, "wait one minute fellas."

After she had dressed and straightened her high hairdo, she told them to come in. Her two henchmen were tall and burly men, both Italian whites who had previously done bodyguard work for other Underground and Mafia members. The Widow put on her no-nonsense and tough face, the one she never had on when she welcomed guest or when she spoke to people who had no idea she was a Madame.

"What is going on?"

"Miss Gibson, we spotted a car parked outside that belongs to one of the guests," said Victor.

"And we have seen this same car, a red Corvette, often times before in New York City," continued Mikey," it belongs to a cop on the NYPD."

"A cop is here at the party?" the Widow exclaimed.

"Yes, ma'am, undercover. What do you want us to do to him?"

"How could a god-damned cop have gotten in?"

"Well, ma'am, when a cop is undercover, he's not in uniform. He's probably dressed like the other gentlemen that come to your parties."

She walked around her room in a state of panic. She recalled that beautiful young mulatto lady, Lexa O'Neil, who had been in the arm of Mason Holmes. This was probably the cop the guys were referring to.

"This could be the end of our little business here, boys," she said.

"So do you want us to waste him?"

"Him? It's a man?"

"The Corvette belongs to a white male police officer we've seen in town."