Kurt drew his shaft out of her, slowly, slowly until only his round head remained inside. Then very slowly, he moved until his hips and thighs were flush against her buttocks, and he was deep once more.
While the pace remained the same, he varied what he did with his hands, sometimes playing with her aching clit, sometimes her breasts, sometimes pulling and squeezing her throbbing, sensitive nipples. He continued his rhythm over and over and over until Carmen began to buck and groan, trying to arch toward him.
He stopped and slapped her buttocks. "Behave," Kurt said. "Didn't I tell you to be still? Your job is to focus on my will and let me use your body. It's here for my pleasure, remember?"
"Oh God, yes, Kurt," she sobbed, feeling half crazed. Her hands gripped the railing and she closed her eyes, trying hard not to climax, and not to move.
Kurt began to thrust harder, and faster, hammering inside while still moving in and out with measured, even strokes. Each thrust made her entire body jerk. Carmen was keening now, making constant and mostly insensible sounds of need.
"Ah, ah, ah…oh, please!"
Kurt himself was breathing faster, and from time to time Carmen felt his cock pulse and jerk inside her. It gave her primitive feminine satisfaction to know that he was on the edge, too.
He put one soapy thumb in between her buttocks. Carmen instantly relaxed the tight muscle, allowing him access to her back passage through the puckered ring of her anus. She whimpered at the astonishing erotic sensation as Kurt's soapy thumb began to glide in and out, matching his penetration with his cock as he fucked her rear entry.
"Do you like my thumb in your ass, Carmen?"
"God, yes!"
"I like to watch," he said and his voice was husky. "To see how your tight ass greedily swallows my thumb. It does, you know. Your whole body is hungry for it and that is just the way I like to have you. Begging for me to take you, in any way I want."
"Oh fuck, yes," Carmen gasped. These raunchy words and his sexy voice ratcheted up her arousal. A flood of liquid gushed from her pussy as her empty channel clenched. "Please, Kurt, oh please, please," she chanted. "Use me, God, take me."
He gave her a dark, deep chuckle. "I know it feels good," he cooed seductively. "You make such sweet sounds of sexual desperation. When your pussy tightens, squeezing my cock, your ass tightens, too, sucking my thumb inside. Do you like to be fucked in both holes at the same time, Carmen?"
"Yes, yes!" she moaned, and again that pre-orgasmic pulse almost sent her over the edge. Kurt's dick and his thumb would have felt that convulsive squeeze.
Kurt swore and then gave her a dark, wicked chuckle. "Yes, just like that, you horny little slut! Tell me what you want?"
"Spray inside me, Kurt, and let me come!" The words just sprang out of her mouth. Carmen was amazed that she was able to sound so logical she was in such an over sensitized state of sensual euphoria.
"Fuck," he said, thrusting his cock deep and his thumb all the way in until Carmen felt his fist pushing against her buttocks. "You feel so damn good. You want me to shoot inside you? You want me to fill you with my cum?"
A raw moan tore from Carmen's throat. "Yes, yes!" she sobbed. "Oh please!"
His thick cock fucked her cunt, his thumb fucked her ass. Kurt's raunchy pillow talk was unbelievable. He knew all her buttons. How could she take much more of this? But she wanted to climax on his command. Kurt, while still thrusting, put his free hand down to stroke her sex and flick her clit.
Desperate, Carmen gave a strangled wail of incomprehensible sound.
Bending over her body, Kurt licked the lobe of her ear, a tantalizing erotic sensation. "Come for me, sweetheart," he commanded at last, his voice husky with lust as he bit her ear.
Thank God!
Carmen screamed out his name and stiffened, and then her whole body shuddered as she clamped down on him in pulsing waves. Kurt held her hard against him as she thrashed and jerked like a wild animal. He grabbed her hips and drove himself into her in short, rapid strokes while she climaxed, once, twice.
"Christ, Carmen," Kurt grunted as he began to empty his balls. "It feels so good. You're fucking perfect."
With the jetting pulse of his molten hot seed, Carmen came again, her body jerking helplessly as he pounded into her. She felt weak and boneless, but Kurt held her up by the waist. With his final savage thrust, Kurt snarled like an animal and bit her between her neck and her shoulder.
Their climaxes merged into one, as they joined together in pleasure: Bodies, minds and souls.
13. Defense Attorney
As she stepped out of the Ritz-Carlton, Carmen couldn’t help but be overwhelmed.
The streets in New York were a flood of input to her senses: The smell of the exhaust from millions of cars, the shouts from street vendors, honking horns, crowds of people walking rapidly, or shouting out for taxis. A rush of sound and noise and color all at once. It was quite a head-trip to see so much concentrated humanity.
New York City was nothing like Los Angeles.
Kurt had his driver/ personal assistant/ bodyguard pick them both up in a silver Lexus SUV. He was a stocky thirtyish man of average height, dressed in a dark blue chauffeur's uniform. His name was Burt. Carmen had met him yesterday at the hotel when he had stopped by to bring Kurt more appropriate clothes to wear to see the lawyer.
Burt was a muscular guy, apparently an ex-Marine. "Albert?" she had tentatively suggested when they first met.
"No," he said. "Just Burt."
Carmen had laughed so hard she felt like she was being tickled. Kurt had made excuses for her, wryly explaining to Burt that Carmen's rude behavior wasn't her fault. It was just that she didn’t get out much.
"I'm soooo sorry," she had told Burt. "I just never met a Burt. How did you grow up with that name?"
Burt had been named after his grandfather, and was a good-natured man, not unlike his employer. He had amused her with "Burt and Ernie" childhood stories, explaining that it was a conversation starter if nothing else, and that the name hadn't really been a burden. In fact it had made his life more interesting.
Of course Carmen couldn’t let it go, giggling and instantly coming up with a limerick:
There was a young man named Kurt,
Who had an employee called Burt,
They fought over the name,
Because both sounded the same,
But luckily no one got hurt.
Her poetry had gotten some laughs at the time. She liked to make up limericks, just to amuse herself.
Carmen smiled as Burt held open the car door for her. She climbed into the Lexus first, pulling up her dress slightly as she got in. Kurt got in after her.
When Burt looked at her via the driver rear-view mirror, she recited the new limerick that she had made just for this occasion:
"There once was a young man named Kurt
Whose chauffeur had been baptized as Burt,
"Our names are confusing,"
Burt said once while musing;
"But I'm just glad that I wasn't named Gert!"
Everyone laughed, as she had intended them to do of course. It was a start. Carmen was a nervous wreck and was trying to break up her own tension.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I am going to see my lawyer to tell my story. Will Kurt still want me once he knows?
Kurt had bullied the concierge of the Ritz-Carlton to arrange clothes for Carmen yesterday as she was still too nervous to go out. He had planned for a 'business casual' look. Consequently Carmen now wore black leather pumps, and a scoop necked black and grey print dress with ¾ sleeves and pleat and drape detail at the waist with a belt. It was a slimming style that perfectly accented her generous curves.
He had also bought her a designer, mid length calf-leather black coat. It was the most expensive article of clothing she had ever owned.
The concierge had even provided make-up. The way Carmen was decked out made her feel much more confident. Her nerves were off the charts. Mainly because she was afraid
of what Kurt would think. Would he still care for her once he knew?
Kurt looked super sexy of course, in charcoal trousers and a button down cream cotton shirt, no tie. He said he avoided ties at all costs, and as he was in construction he generally got away with it. He looked gorgeous as always, his blond hair pulled back into a pony tail.
He gripped her hand as they drove to her lawyer. "Hey," he said. "Don’t' worry. It'll be okay."
Carmen frowned at him. "Kurt, I am crazy in love with you," she confessed. "It's nuts because we hardly know each other, and honestly, you really are out of my league. Being with you is like a really good dream – the kind one has to wake up from. The only thing I'm honestly afraid of is that you won't like me anymore when you hear this story."
Kurt grinned and that beautiful dimpled smile simply knocked her out. "If that is all you are afraid of, sweetheart," he said, "then you have nothing to worry about."
Unfastening her seatbelt, Kurt pulled her onto his lap, his strong arms banding around her waist. "I'm crazy in love with you, too," he said. "Isn't that perfect?" He kissed her on the nose. "It feels good, Carmen. You make me feel good. I've gone out with lots of girls over the years, but no one has ever 'got me' like you have. I know there are issues. Regrettably the gorgeous girl I know and love is buried in a pile of shit. But I'm not afraid of a little hard work," he paused to give her hair a tug. "And I'm good with a shovel."
Carmen gave a sharp laugh, but felt that it may have been a bit hysterical. Kurt was too good to be true. Was this all a dream? Her eyes stung as tears began to well.
"Oh, now don't get all weepy, sweetheart," Kurt said. "Your make-up will run. One step at a time. We will get over this thing today and then we celebrate, okay?"
Carmen had chosen her criminal defense attorney through 'Super Lawyers,' a rating service of outstanding lawyers who have attained a high-degree of professional achievement. The selection process included independent research, with peer nominations and evaluations.
Bleacher & Bleacher, Criminal Defense, Attorneys at Law, were based in Midtown Manhattan. Carmen had briefly spoken to Ms. Terry Bleacher, one of the partners who offered to manage her case, no doubt because Carmen had mentioned Kurt Nielsen.
The office they were directed into was stylishly designed in tans, creams, ocher and gold, with modern original paintings. A large oak desk was bare of everything except a tray with glasses and a jug of ice water. The lawyer sat behind her desk on her cream leather chair. Two similar chairs were sat across from her.
The window view from her office had a beautiful panorama of the city.
Her lawyer's headquarters was perfect - from the practiced greeting staff at the entrance, to the tasteful layout, expensive design and the many confident educated and well-dressed people hard at work. The place radiated calm, logical and professional competence. Carmen felt to be in good hands.
Clearly Ms. Terry Bleacher, partner in Bleacher and Bleacher was good at her job.
The woman was perhaps forty years old and dressed impeccably in a classic winter brown and white tweed skirt and jacket with a silk cream blouse. She rose and shook hands and introduced herself to Carmen.
"Call me Terry," she said. Then she shook hands with Kurt. "Kurt Nielsen?" she asked. "New York's most eligible bachelor, man of 'violence against woman' fame?"
Kurt sighed. "That's me, I'm afraid."
"Your lawyers haven't done a very good job," she pronounced. "Or your Public Relations firm. Please be seated."
"How can I help you, Ms. Wilson?" Terry Bleacher asked. When they sat down, the woman gave Carmen all her attention, only occasionally doodling on a legal pad.
"I have an extensive juvenile record, which has since been sealed," Carmen began. "I have a clean adult record. Just over a year ago I was dating a man by the name of Robert Ellis. He is a wealthy individual who deals in L.A. property. He also launders drug money for the Mex Mafia, La eMe. The DEA are extremely interested in successfully prosecuting him."
Carmen stood up and walked to the window. It was a beautiful view out on to a sunny New York day, yet she didn’t really look at it, nor could she enjoy it. She was too wound up.
"I dated Robert for six months," she said, while still looking out the window. "I realize now that he was grooming me for what he wanted. I moved in with him and he slowly got me to stop seeing my friends and having any social support other than himself. He was jealous and obsessive and his focus became more and more on me. The first time he hit me I pretended to be sorry for my imagined offense."
Carmen turned around and focused her gaze on her lawyer. "The next day I left, reported him to the police, and obtained a restraining order on him."
Walking back to her chair, she sat down. Kurt poured her a drink, and with a trembling hand, she sipped some water for her dry throat. "A day later he had me kidnapped. I then spent the next four months chained up in his basement as his sex slave. Robert had my restraining order thrown out of court. He is a powerful man who plays golf with the Governor and has many members of the judiciary in his pocket."
Carmen looked at Kurt for a moment, just to see how he was taking it. His jaw was tight, but his green eyes were soft and understanding. He seemed to be okay so far.
Edgy, anxious, and unable to keep still she got up again and started pacing. "When I escaped I managed to open Robert's safe and steal $3,000 as well as his ledger. The ledger has details of numerous illegal transactions."
"That's good news," Terry said. "If you decide to become a government witness and cooperate with the DEA, then law enforcement would embrace you and probably give you another identity through Witness Protection."
"I know," Carmen said. "That is why I made a copy and sent the original ledger back overnight express the very next day."
"What?" Terry said.
"I don't want the Mex Mafia after me for being a snitch," she said. "This way I know Robert won't tell anyone that I took the ledger – it would make him look bad. Allowing someone to steal it might even get him killed. Yet I can frighten him with the possibility of exposure. It was the best plan I could come up with at the time."
"Are you going to give the DEA Agents the copy of that ledger?" Terry asked.
"I haven't decided."
14. DEA
DEA agents Lois Cohen and Jack Huber stood side by side, riding up the elevator for their appointment with Carmen Wilson.
Jesus I have to deal with some real bullshit in this job, Jack Huber thought, running his hand through his short, dark hair.
In Huber's opinion, Lois Cohen, who was taking lead on the case had screwed up. Why had Lois waited? They could have picked up Carmen Wilson yesterday and maybe frightened her into giving them the ledger. Now the little whore had lawyered up, with a fancy New York defense lawyer, too.
The elevator stopped and three people got in.
Huber moved closer to the back wall and exhaled in a sigh. Carissa, his ex-wife, had been a slutty bitch, too. Married only a year, she had cheated on him with two other men that he knew of. It could have been more. Who knows? Bitch. Getting a divorce was like going through bankruptcy. Huber figured that at the rate he had paid, it added up to $300 every time they had had sex from the time they had married. It would have been cheaper to pay a prostitute.
No, he thought. Some women are untrustworthy sluts.
Just like Carmen Wilson. Only Wilson was a criminal, too, with a record as long as his arm. Lying, deceitful, cheating slutty bitch. No doubt she was protecting her boyfriend Robert Ellis even now. Then there was her new boyfriend: Kurt Nielsen, New York's bad boy who had been smacking his ex girlfriend around. The man would probably be in jail right now if he hadn't been so rich.
No wonder those two were together. Wetback Wilson clearly liked a beating.
Huber's dick twitched. He should have washed his eyes out with soap after seeing the video feed on what Carmen Wilson and Robert Ellis got up to together. Christ, he had gotten some hard-ons while watching and listen
ing to their conversations for clues, but he sure as hell hadn't wanted to. Seeing perverts commit disgusting and unnatural kink. Yech. He had needed a bath afterwards.
Huber's ex wife had been a slut, but at least she wasn't into that master and slave shit.
They arrived on the twenty-third floor and got out. Lois pulled him aside for a moment. "Listen, Jack," she said. "Can you let me do the talking? I know how you feel about Carmen and honestly, we want her assistance."
"Yes, yes," he said. "You've already given me the lecture. I'll keep my mouth shut."
~~~
Huber sat down with four other people around the bare conference table: Carmen Wilson and Kurt Nielsen sat beside each other. Senior partner Terry Bleacher sat on the same side of the table with them. DEA Agents Lois Cohen and himself sat on the opposite side of the table, as was fitting.
There was not one pen or paper or recording device to be seen.
"As discussed, this interview is off the record and without prejudice," Terry Bleacher began. "All communications made in the course of this mediation are protected from disclosure. I am here to guard my client's interests, and I understand that there is no legal reason for any Federal Officer to have my client detained."
"That is correct," Agent Cohen said in her raspy voice.
Huber was glad that Lois had been able to suck up a couple of cigarettes before they arrived. Consequently she was calm and had it together. Her shoulder length brown-blonde hair was pulled back, and she wore plan blue slacks, flat shoes and an olive green woolen sweater.
"Very well then," Terry said. "In that case, who would like to go first?"
Agent Cohen sat back in her chair and looked at Carmen. "May I call you, Carmen?"
"Yes."
"Carmen," Lois sat forward. "Do you have the ledger?"
"Yes."
Lois gave a sigh of relief and Huber, sitting next to her, felt his own tension relax. It seemed that this wild goose chase may just pay off after all.
"With all your moving around I wasn't sure," Lois said. "Can we have it?"