[LtBroccoli]

Thanks TGH and Marv.  This next chapter picks up right where the last one left off.


Chapter 87 incoming.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter 87(nosex,setup)



“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.  X, did that phone have anything on it?”  Carly asked, looking at the large black man.

“Yeah, locked and everything.  Had a pic of an old dog on the lock screen.”

“You swear?”

“Absolutely.  I followed correct procedures for bagging and tagging the evidence.”  X said.

“Well how did this happen?”  Carly navigated to the phone in the crime lab.  It showed an Android phone, reset to factory settings.

“IT WAS NOT LIKE THAT WHEN I PUT IT IN EVIDENCE YESTERDAY!”  X’s voice grew louder and louder as he forgot that he was inside and ignored his hearing aid.

“X, I’m just saying-“  Before Carly could say anything, three loud knocks on the door preceded Captain Janella Jenkins opening the door in a rush.  The light skinned black woman in her early 60’s stuck her head in.

“We’ve got a problem guys, City’s crime lab got hit by a hacker.”  Her voice had a hint of panic to it that was imperceptibly there.  Something had her rattled, and she tried her best to keep things calm in front of her detectives.  Janella left the room, telling them to follow her without saying a thing.

“What the fuck?!”  George said, standing while pushing his chair back so fast it hit the wall behind him.  X followed suit.  Carly locked the screen of her laptop, grabbed her gear, and followed a few steps behind.  The three of them made the quick walk down the hall to Captain Janella’s office.  She was already on a conference call when the detectives entered.

“What’s going on?  We muted?”  George asked, and Janella nodded.  Several voices talked over each other on the call, but eventually one of them took charge.  It was Deputy Chief Cartier.

“Are our systems affected by this hack?”  The Chief asked, no one responded for a moment until Carly motioned for Janella to unmute the phone.

“Chief, it’s Graspper.  Can we get a sitrep?  I was trying to access the City Labs when I kept getting error messages, then saw some weirdness on our side.”

“What kind of weirdness?” 

“Well sir, we went to access the contents of a phone that a detective confirmed had information on it, only to see that it was wiped clean.  Nothing on it.”  Carly said.

“Chief, it’s Adam.”  A different voice came on, that of the IT guy.  “I’m driving in now.  Just got off the phone with City’s IT team, it’s pretty bad.  I locked down what I can remotely but want to be sure nothing’s happening, so I’m on my way in.  I’ll be in there in about 20 minutes, can someone set up one of the conference rooms for me?”

Janella spoke up.  “You can use our bullpen, what do you need?”

“A spare router, cables, some power outlets, Carly, and some coffee.”  Adam said.

“Why me?”  Carly asked.

“Cause you’re the only one there who has a slight inkling how this tech is supposed to work and I might need help.  I’ll be there in 20 minutes.  In the meantime, spread the word, don’t let anyone else connect to City’s computers.  Be there in 20.”  Adam said.

“10-4.  Spreading the word.”  Carly pulled out her phone and was already on two group chats around the precinct telling people not to connect to the City Lab site.  Several responses back and forth confirmed, though a few were bitching about how things weren’t working right.

“Adam, when you said bad, how bad is it?”  Deputy Chief Cartier asked.

“Real bad.  East Oakville precinct lost everything for the past week.  I mean everything.  Looks like something got in to their lab system and jacked everything up.  The whole server farm needs rebuilt, everything is deader than Disco.  Their best most recent backup is from last Thursday.  They shut down a lot of systems but a couple of laptops were affected as well, older ones that were behind on updates.  Looks like a ransomware, but they don’t know how it got in.  Once I get in and we lock down all our stuff, I can help them restore from their backups, hopefully they didn’t lose too much.”

The officers in Captain Jenkins’s office gave each other a look that could best be translated as ‘Computers suck.’

“We’ll be here.”  Janella said before muting the call.



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It was close to 45 minutes before Adam was in the office, and another 20 minutes before he was up and running in the bullpen.  He had his laptop hooked up to a router switch he dragged from his office, along with a few extra cables.  After a lot of muttering to himself and swearing at his computer, he yelled out “It’s about fucking time, you cocksucker!”  This was his clue to everyone else that he finally had the County’s servers safely protected from whatever shit was going on over at the East Oakville precinct.  He projected his screen to the wall for everyone to see what was going on.  George, X, and Janella stood along the back wall while Carly sat at the table on her laptop, following his instructions for testing.

“So, it’s pretty bad.”  Adam said, turning around to speak to the cops behind him.  Before anyone could ask the ‘how bad is it’ logical response, he kept going.  “Basically, we’re lucky we didn’t lose everything on our end.  Still trying to find root cause, but they accessed something that had a nasty virus on their side which pwned them pretty hard.  Our security is a little better, but I had to sever all connections with the city’s crime labs until they fix their shit.”

“What caused this?”  Janella asked, arms crossed taking in the scene in front of her.

“Best I can see, I guess they accessed an infected device or drive with a pretty nasty bug on it that spread to the rest of the crime lab server before they could shut it down.  Mitch over at City’s sending over logs soon, that might answer what happened.”  Adam said.  As he said that, a new mail notification popped up on the screen.  “Speak of the devil.”  Adam clicked on the mail and opened a plain text file that looked like a bunch of gobbledygook to everyone else in the room.  Carly could make out a little bit here and there, but everyone else was out of their element.  “Hmm…. Oh, that’s not good.”  Adam said, pausing as he scrolled through the logs.

“What?”  George asked.

“Looks like it was something from that case you guys are working on.  See right there?  That is a command to run a script from one of the drives attached to the server which then called an encryption technique which locked up the entire drive.  My guess is ransomware, if they can ever get in.  Carly, I’m sending an IP for you to connect to.  Tell me what comes up.”  Adam said.

“One sec.”  Carly opened the link he sent and a moment later, she saw a weird message on her screen.  “Ransomware.  There’s a QR code here and a URL to a bitly link.  I can’t make this out.  I don’t recognize the language.”  Carly said.  X walked over and looked at her screen.

“Persain.  Saw this a lot in Afghanistan.  Don’t ask me to read it, but I recognize the letters.”  X said, his booming voice filling the room.

“Wait, are you saying the Afghanis did this?”  George asked.

“No, not the Afghanis.  Iranians did this.”  Adam said.  Everyone in the room gave him a look.  “Hey, the Iranians have some really good hackers.  Some of the best in the world.”

“So why did the Iranians hack the crime lab?”  George asked.

“They didn’t.  They wrote the ransomware that was sitting idle on a computer or hard drive, then when it was accessed on the city crime lab server, it pwned the server.”  Adam said.  “They took over control of the server with the software, encrypted it, and started to spread to other machines in the system to take over those.  Once it stopped, it encrypted the drives it can.  The way a ransomware attack works is that the hackers will have a link set up in bitcoin or other crypto to submit payment to.  Victim pays, hackers release the drives, or are supposed to at least.”

“That assumes they’re trustworthy.”  Janella said with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“Precisely.  Most of the times they’ll work nice, but you’re dealing with terrorists here.  These guys work with Hamas and Hezbollah and the other groups Iran funds.  Not much reason to be trustworthy.  Plus, I think this is pretty old.  Carly, can you send me that link?” 

“One second… There.” 

The link appeared on the screen and Adam clicked it.  It went nowhere but to a 404 error.  He dove into the command line to do an nslookup on the website followed by a packet trace.  Searching through DNS went nowhere as well.  “Just as I thought, it’s old.  So old that the link to unlock it is dead.  No one’s on the other end to fix this.”

George looked at the screen for a moment.  “So East Oakville just lost their crime lab servers.  How bad?  How much did they lose?”

“One moment.”  Adam composed a quick email and sent it to Mitch telling them what they know and asking how badly compromised they are.  As they waited, Adam did a search of the Chester County servers.  “Did anyone download anything from City today?”

“No, we tried.”  Carly said.  “We’re working with City on that SA case with a recently deceased John Doe that might have ties to a few other cases that have come our way over the years.  I was trying to pull up what City had for his computer and drives when we hit some error messages.  We also ran into an issue with his phone.”

“No phone image?”  Adam asked.

“No, nothing on the phone.  Everything was good yesterday, today, gone.”

“Can you show me?”  Adam asked Carly.  She sent him a link to the phone in the Chester County server.  He navigated to it, checked out the stats on it, and made a noise that sounded like a mix between a cough and a choke.  “Uh, guys, someone wiped the phone remotely.  Last night around 3AM, there was a remote command to wipe a lost or stolen phone from an MDM system.”

“WHAT?!”  All three of the cops said in unison, followed by shouting and yelling.

“Guys, guys, guys.  I don’t know what happened, but either someone reported this phone lost to his employer and it was remotely wiped, or someone was able do so through a personal system.  I’d need to look at it further.”  Adam sounded exasperated, nearly scared at the response.  Though it wasn’t unexpected, their freakout shook him.  Just as he tried to explain what might’ve happened, Mitch from East Oakville replied to his mail.  Adam read it, but so did everyone else in the room.

“Oh fuck.  That doesn’t sound good.”  Janella said.  “The entire crime lab server is dead and needs reimaged.”

“Yeah, not good.  They can wipe and reload from a backup but they lost everything since the last update on Friday.  They had a handful of laptops get bricked.  I’ll help them get through this mess, but they’re up shit crick without a paddle.  Best case, they get the ass-chewing of a lifetime and find out how this happened to keep it from happening again.  Worst case scenario, they’re all getting fired.”  Adam said.

“They lost everything for the last 5 days?  Was it the whole city or just East Oakville?”  George asked.

“Just them.  It didn’t spread any further.  They’ll get a report of what was lost once they know how bad things are, but it looks like they got lucky with the timing.  Holiday weekend, no murders in the town, a few drunk and disorderlies, and a couple thefts and a few DUI’s.  Almost all of them still have physical evidence and backups to go to.  There’s even a chance that this case you’re working on could still have the drives and laptop.  Small chance, but still possible.”  Adam said the last part trying to make the officers feel a little better.  “Still, I want to make sure everyone’s security is up to date.  Captain, I’d like to do some checks on everyone’s computers in the precinct, make sure we didn’t let anything in through the back door.”

“How long?”  Janella asked.

“Not too long.  Once I’m done with this, I can check everyone remotely.  Anything that looks out of the ordinary, I can remote in and fix.  Should be done either tonight or tomorrow.”

“Do it.”  Janella replied, and Adam nodded.  She knew that they’d have to tighten up computer security after this.  She just hoped that whatever took down East Oakville didn’t hurt them, too.  She was glad to have Adam on her staff.



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It took Adam most of the afternoon working with Mitch remotely to assess the damage and start a security scan of the Chester County Police Department IT landscape.  Upon further review, not only was the server bricked but the router switch for the lab was pretty well fucked.  The software that crippled and encrypted the server also transmitted something off but then destroyed the router and all logs after it.  That’s what initially told them there was a problem.  When the main switch for the server went down, the backup took a little too long to come up.  Once Mitch had everything going on the backup systems, he did a quick assessment of Ray’s tech.  It was all fucked.  His laptop was bricked and wouldn’t even POST, the external drives were encrypted and couldn’t be unlocked, and even the cameras were wiped.  All they had were the copies of the videos they saved on Pascal’s laptop and the copies sent to Chester County.

For the most part, everything was running good on Adam’s end.  Some cops needed their antivirus packages updated or their firewalls tweaked, but for the most part everything was good.  Carly’s laptop was the only one that directly interfaced with the infected servers, so he insisted on running an intensive scan.  She would end up losing a couple files in her cache, but nothing that she didn’t have backups of on the cloud.  Adam took a peek at Carly’s computer to see what she had on the Club.  He knew George hated keeping his notes on computers and X never seemed to write down anything that he could trace down until it was time to submit a form, but Carly was the youngest member of the team and grew up using digital devices for taking notes.  What she had shook Adam to his core.  She had almost everything on Ray, Steve’s details, Sam and Bubbles’s info, and a solid working theory on what happened up at the cabin.  Carly pointed out how Steve and Bubbles matched persons of interest in several open cases over the years, and how Bubbles looked like she just dyed her hair black, and that she was the doctor that administered a lethal dosage of morphine to Ray.

Adam was careful with his next actions.  He changed a few key details around on her local copy of the notes and made sure they overwrote the copies on her phone and tablet.  Nothing much, just transposing a couple digits on phone numbers or case files or addresses.  Then he deleted the active files that she had open at the time they connected to the server, like the powerpoint she was working on and the local copy of the notes.  Adam told her that they were infected but she could back them up from the cloud.

He also made sure to cover his tracks with Ray’s phone.  It was still in the storage locker near where it was left, but under a different case file.  The image they pulled up was actually from a different phone of the same make and model from a different case that was going nowhere.  By the time anyone found Ray’s phone in that mess, they’d all be dead and buried.  When the dust settled and no one was paying attention, he’d properly dispose of Ray’s phone.

When Adam got home, he’d have to see if his little program was able to get the raw footage from Ray’s cameras off of the servers and uploaded safely before it nuked the server and the switch.  If he was good and lucky, they might still get something out of this yet.


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George, X and Carly sat in Captain Jenkins’s office while Adam did his IT stuff in their bullpen.  Cappy had gone home long ago, asking her detectives to keep her informed of what happened.  George sat behind her desk while X and Carly sat in chairs across from him.  There was a defeated sense in the air.  The silence was broken by one scream.

“FUUUCCK!!!”  George yelled out before dropping his head into his hands.  “We’ve been on this case for months, finally get a big break, and lose everything in one go.  We’ve got a perp who’s got a fucking toe tag on him, a bunch of his friends that are hiding something but won’t say shit because what they did was way worse than him, a bunch of hard drives that are locked by some crypto bullshit, and a dead laptop.  Even the phone is a wash.  FUCK!”

“Got that out of your system, George?”  X asked matter of factly.

The older detective nodded.  “Yeah.  It sucks, but sometimes ya just need to…”

“I know.”  X said.

“So what do we got?”  George asked.  The three detectives looked at each other for a moment before Carly spoke up.

“Definitively?  We got nothing.  Dr. Park killed Ray, but that could've been an accident, or at the most medical negligence.  Steve, Sam, and the doc took part in that gang rape up at the lake and Sam is balls deep in Bob’s business.  But none of that happened here.  Whatever proof we had of a conspiracy went up in smoke.  And there just isn’t enough probable cause to even think about bringing any of them for the other cases we have on file.”

“So we need a witness that can tie one of them to another crime?”  X said.

“Yeah.  We need a witness or a victim that can positively ID either of those 3.  Then we might have a chance at building a case.  But tying them to the case won’t be easy.  We could get them for one crime, but it would be an uphill battle.  All we can do is just keep an eye out.”  Carly said, slumping in her seat and rubbing her eyes.  “God dammit.  We were so close to proving that this crazy group of yours exists.  Just one video from that laptop could’ve been enough to prove it’s existence.  Just a little diving into the logs and BAM!”

“Instead, we get screwed by IT.”  X said.  “Leave it to some idiots not paying attention to how our systems should work.  It’s not like it’s their job to know our computer systems.”

Something clicked in George’s mind.  His head raised out of his hands and he had a look of realization.

“What did you say X?  It’s their job to know.”  George let his words hang in the air for a moment, waiting for his fellow detectives to catch up. 

“Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”  Carly asked.  X nodded and answered for George.

“They have to have someone that’s either a cop in their club or cop adjacent, and who’s more cop adjacent than the IT team?”  X said.

“So what you’re saying is-“

George cut Carly off.  “That our suspect pool just shrank for a couple hundred thousand down to a dozen, if that.  We’re not just looking for a random cop, we’re looking for someone skilled enough to cripple a police server and make it look like an accident or a terrorist attack.  This person also has the ability to cover their tracks for years.  This person isn’t a new member, they’ve been at it for years.  The risk to reward isn’t there for some random member who may or may not know Ray, but Ray could take everyone down if he talked or if he saved some videos.  This person is deep in the club, like a senior member or leader.  They knew about Ray being in the hospital.  Hell, they…fuck, HE probably ordered a hit on Ray and somehow Dr. Park pulled it off.  He nuked the East Oakville server, knowing what antivirus the city ran.  He pulled this off to cover the club because he knows that none of them will go down for him because they either don’t know him or don’t like him.  I’d say they don’t know him, and he keeps his identity a secret because if any of these perverts found out that the guy running their rape club was a senior IT member of the police force they’d think this was a sting.”  He looked at the other officers as they nodded in agreement to what he said.

“How do we proceed?”  X asked in his booming voice.

“This doesn’t leave this room.  Not even Cappy for a while.  Don’t trust your computers, because if he can nuke the server, he can do a lot worse to our digital records.  We have to do this on the down low.  First thing is gather what we can offline and find out what we know about our friendly neighborhood IT guy, Adam Finnegan.”

[To-Get-Her]

Oh are things about to come apart for Adam not that they feel he is the computer destroyer? love to read how he plans to remedy his little problem without getting deeper involved!

Merit to be awarded when allowed

[LtBroccoli]

Thanks TGH.  Adam's going to have to figure out one hell of a way out of this mess.  But he's not the only one in a pickle...


Chapter 88 incoming.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter 88(MF)




Anger.  Resentment.  Fear.  Hatred.  Pain.  These were Drew’s new best friends over the last few days since they came back from that accursed cabin.  He played the whole thing in his head over and over again, wearing himself tired.  The physical pain from his ass finally subsided long enough for him to return to the office for work, giving him a chance to get away from his wife for a few hours a day.  His pregnant wife. 

His beautiful, pregnant wife.

This should be the happiest moment of Drew’s life, but he couldn’t shake what happened to them up at that cabin.  Watching his wife get violated more times than he could count and in more ways than he thought were even possible even in the craziest porn videos he’s seen bothered him to no end, but it was watching one of his good mates fuck his wife that shook him to his core.  No, Tommy didn’t fuck his wife, he made love to her.

They say that when someone cheats on their partner, they immediately become suspicious that the other partner is doing the same to him.  Drew started to believe that up at the cabin, after seeing how Tommy and Morgana didn’t hold back with each other.  He knew his wife well enough to tell when she wasn’t fully in the mood or just going through the motions or when she was doing something she didn’t want to do.  He saw that with the rest of the sex and rape over the weekend, but there was something different with Tommy.  This went beyond simply giving in to the moment, this was a long term itch that she used this moment of pain and fear to scratch.  What he saw was a practiced maneuver.  They’d done this before.

So that’s why he’s sitting here during lunch on a Friday out on Pharma’s outdoor patio, waiting for a friend of a friend to join him for lunch.  That man was Bill Murphy, Pharma’s Head of Security for the Harbor City facility.  Murph, as everyone calls him, coordinates security for VIP’s going in and out of Harbor City as well as leads the campus security team for everything from walking the grounds to investigating stolen drugs.  He also advises those traveling in and out of the country on what they should expect.  Drew’s met with Murph dozens of times over the years, especially with his new role as a senior member of the International Legal Team.  But that’s not why he wanted to meet with Murph today.  Among his other duties, Murph twilights as a Private Investigator.  That’s what helped him get this gig in the first place.  He helped uncover a Senior VP’s husband cheating on her and parlayed that into a position of trust where now if anyone above Director level needs a hand or has a dirty problem to solve, he’s on it.  He’s supposedly cleaned up messes ranging from getting speeding tickets cleared out to fixing a suicide so it looked like an accidental overdose.  He spent 20 years with the Chester County Police Department before retiring once his pension vested following an ‘unfortunate incident’ that resulted in getting his right shoulder rebuilt.

Drew wondered what and how he was going to bring this up to Murph when he spotted the other man approach.  He was slightly above average height for an American, so several centimeters shorter than himself.  Murph’s hairline had long since retreated from his forehead and all that was left was a crown of dirty blonde hair around his dome and some wisps over top that attempted to look like a comb over.  His mustache matched his hair and was neatly trimmed.  He wasn’t fat like most yanks, but still sported a little belly fat, but that’s common with men in or around their 50’s.  He wore a nice enough gray suit and a button-up white shirt, but had foregone the standard tie.  Murph pointed out that his job required him to get physical with people, and the worst thing to have hanging around your neck in a fight is a piece of rope for the other guy to use as a weapon.  He rarely took his jacket off, as he preferred to use a shoulder holster and not everyone in the building is comfortable with him carrying a pistol all the time.  Murph had a coffee cup from the in-house barista in his left hand as he stopped right before the table.

“Mr. Williams, good to see you again sir.”  Murph smiled and extended his hand for a shake.  Drew stood and shook it, smiling back.

“Thanks mate.  How’s things?”  Drew asked as the pair sat down in their chairs.

“Living the dream.  You?”  Murph replied, reading Drew’s face twist from a forced smile briefly as he asked.

“That’s… that’s what I wanted to talk about.  I understand you do a little work on the side.”  Drew said.

“Depends on what you mean.”  Murph replied.

Drew’s face twisted around in agony as he thought about how he wanted to say this.  This was a first for Drew, the silver-tongued lawyer being at a loss for words.  “I think my wife’s having an affair.”  The words hurt to think, but saying them out loud was painful.  He sat there for a moment, waiting for Murph to respond.  When the older man just nodded, Drew continued.  “I don’t know, it’s kind of complicated, but something happened over the weekend.  I’d rather not go into too many details, but I suppose I’ll have to to explain the situation.  Last weekend a group of us went up to Lake Hiawatha for a trip into the woods.  Events happened that put a lot of us through stress.  I don’t want to talk about it unless I absolutely have to.  Needless to say, we were each forced to do things we’d normally never do, but one of them was seeing my wife screw my bloke Tommy.”

“I’m sorry, what?”  Murph said, leaning forward and putting his coffee down.  “What happened up there?”

“I don’t want to talk about it unless you’re taking the case.  But that wasn’t the worst thing to happen over the weekend.  I had to look over the NDA’s a dozen times to make sure that even talking to you doesn’t violate them.  But the short version is that I can’t get the image of those two making love out of my mind.  They were a little too good at it, if you catch my drift.”  Drew said, obviously in discomfort.

“Wait, something was bad enough that you’re stuck in NDA Hell with Lake Hiawatha Resorts, and your first reaction is that your wife got screwed so good you think there’s a history there and want me to see if she’s hooking up with a friend of yours?”  Murph asked.

“Pretty much.  Let me send you a couple pics.”  Drew texted Murph a couple pics of Morgana, one or two of Tommy, and one of the three of them with an tall older man, a buxom woman, and a gorgeous little thing that’s as skinny as a rail.  The last pic looks like it was taken up at the resort.

Murph hid his reaction as best he could.  All three of the women were amazing, and he recognized the old man as his buddy James.  A closer look at the buxom woman sparked his recognition.  Bianca Jones if his memory hadn’t failed him.  Her ex had hired him to look for any dirt he could find on her.  So far she’s been clean as a whistle and Murph’s had no problem cashing his checks for the occasional tail from the office.  He studied the photos and let Drew speak for a minute.

“So, the blonde is Morgana, my wife.  The tall skinny guy is Tommy Gearheardt.  He’s been with the company since March, working over on the construction side at the new HQ building.  We met him back in April I think, at one of those little soirees we have.  Tommy works with James St. Croix, the old man in the last photo.  Well, not really old but old for this group.  He’s kind of a dick but a nice guy when you get used to him.  Next to Tommy is Aislinn Walker, my sister-in-law.  She’s in Legal, taking over my old job.  The other woman in the photo is Bianca Jones, Morgana’s friend and boss.  I’ve been doing a lot of traveling between here and home the last few months, more than usual.  We just purchased a house, moved in recently but are still straddling two places.  Morgie’s spent a lot of time with Tommy the last few months.  We don’t have a ton of friends up here outside of work, and with the whole house buying stuff I haven’t had a chance to be here for it.”  Drew said as Murph kept looking at the photos.

“And you think that they started hooking up while you were down under?”  Murph said casually.   He’d seen this part of the problem before.

“I didn’t think that until after this weekend, but now I’m starting to piece things together.  There’s a group text chat that is almost always just memes and whatever stuff we’re planning for the day, but I don’t see text alerts come from him.  She says she doesn’t like using WhatsApp because why use it when we have all these other methods, but I’ll see the occasional notification for the app out of the corner of my eye.  But the biggest one is, well, this is a secret.” 

“Go on.”  Murph said, waiting on Drew to continue.

“She’s pregnant.  We’ve been trying for a little bit, since maybe early last month.  She just had her IUD removed while I was down in Melbourne recently and was experiencing morning sickness over last weekend.  She took a test a couple nights ago and she’s pregnant, but I’m getting worked up thinking it might not be mine.  I mean, I know we had sex during that time, but I think they’ve been fucking for a few weeks, if not longer.”  Drew stopped, giving Murph time to digest everything.

“Are you suspicious enough to ask for a DNA test?”  Murph asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

“That’s the thing, I think she wants me to ask.  Listen, I can’t tell you the rest of this unless I know you’re on the case, but it involves why I’m in NDA Hell as you called it.”  Drew said with a sense of worry on his face.

Murph nodded.  “I’m in.  You know my normal rates by now, we’ll go with that plus expenses for hours booked.  So what happened?”  He leaned in a little more intently to hear the story.

Drew looked around, making sure that no one else was paying attention.  Just before he spoke, an older woman sat down at the table right next to them with her lunch.  “Let’s take a walk.” 

“Okay, but I charge double for walking.”  Murph said with a chuckle.  Once they were out of earshot of the patrons, Drew spoke up again.

“The long and short of it is that we went up to Lake Hiawatha for a weekend holiday, but it turned into a home invasion and a days long sexual assault that ended in a double homicide.  At least that’s what the police said.”  Drew said as they walked.  Murph stopped for a moment to catch his thoughts on that statement.

“A double homicide?  A home invasion, and I’m guessing a gang rape?  I hope there’s at least a decent payout for all of this.”  Murph said, catching back up to Drew.

“There is.  I’m getting $350,000 while Morgana’s getting 650,000.  She went through a lot worse than I did and I was able to argue that with their lawyer.  Seeing how quickly they agreed, I should’ve asked for more.  Still, our house will be paid off once the checks clear and we’ll still have enough for a nice start to the college fund.”  Drew replied as they continued their walk.

“Money’s not everything, but a million bucks is a million bucks.  You thinking that this Tommy character would make a play on it?” 

“Nah, Murph.  I think he was fucking my wife long before this happened.  The payouts are compensation for everything we went through on the resort’s property and is their way to mitigate a disaster.  There’s a ton more detail if you need to hear it, but the short is a group of 3 guys and 1 girl tried to rob our place, kidnapped the 6 of us plus 2 others that showed up, a couple named Joe and Mary.  When we tried to fight back, they beat the shit out of me then decided to make an example by raping my wife in front of all of us.  They took turns raping her, then Bianca, then that Mary woman, then Aislinn.  Then they made all us guys join in.  They made me fuck my sister-in-law, made me fuck Mary, that girl that was with them, then made the girls fuck each other over and over again.  They did everything to us, from waking us up in the middle of the night to rape us or make us watch each other being violated to forcing each of us to perform lewd acts.  And they recorded each and every moment of it.  At least it felt like that.  Then, when they finally left Monday morning, another group of rednecks showed up.  I wasn’t so lucky this time, and they brought a couple dogs to the party.  Just as things were about to get completely out of line, some shots go off outside.  See, they shot one of the guys from the first party and captured the girl, some Asian girl, think her name was Kim.  After fucking that good for nothing whore, they take her outside and let her run off into the woods before putting a few in her from a distance and letting the bears eat them both.  Cops showed up a short time later, followed by the resort’s lawyer.  There’s more to it, but that’s the gist of it.”  They were several hundred meters away from the patio into the parking lot as he told the story, nobody around to hear them.

“Holy shit.”  That’s all Murph could say for a long moment.

“Yep.”

“Something I don’t get, how does Tommy fucking your wife fit into this?  It sounds like he was forced to do her.”  Murph posed the question as something straightforward enough, even though the situation was crazy.

“You know when you screw someone enough times you learn what they like and don’t like?  Well, he knew all of her special tricks, like how she loves having her neck nuzzled or a big deep kiss right when she’s on the verge of cumming.  Sure, this could've been lucky guesses, but he was a little too good.  When they made me do Aislinn like that, I wasn’t even in the same universe with knowing her body.  I defaulted to doing what I normally do with Morgy.  Aislinn seemed liked she liked it, but she didn’t scream out my name during an orgasm.”  Recalling the incident pissed Drew off all over again.  The more he talked, the more animated and pissed he got, feeding the cycle of anger and pain.  “FUCK!  I can’t get it out of my head.  Every time I hear her voice, it’s ‘fuck me harder, Tommy’.  Every time I kiss her, I taste the dozen or so cocks she sucked.  Every time she touches me, my skin crawls.  She got fucked by a couple dozen people the last week, and I’m supposed to just forget all about it?  Now she’s pregnant, and god only knows if it’s mine or not.  And because of all this shit that happened last week, if it is Tommy’s baby, that fucking bitch will just say ‘it must’ve happened at the cabin.’  I can’t eat, or sleep, or look at her without seeing any of the dozen or so men that fucked her.  I can’t sit down without wincing after that fucking gook whore pegged me and those redneck faggots raped me.  I can’t go to a fucking clinic to get a screening up here without filling out 800 medical forms and getting a thousand questions from Doctor Fuckall Useless, and worst of all I can’t tell her how I feel because I’ve been a bastard, too.  FUCK!”  Drew collapsed in a heap in a strip of lawn under some trees, curled up in a ball.  Murph sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.  This whole thing, it’s just, wow.  It’s not that bad, is it?  You really think you’re a bastard?”  Drew looked up, tears running down his cheeks.  The look on his face told Murph all he needed to know.  “What’s her name?”

“Celeste.  That’s also a bit fucked, but not ‘gangraped by rednecks with automatic weapons’ fucked.  She’s my old mate from university.  Met her before Morgy, dated for a bit but we were better off as friends.  Drifted apart after Morgy got jealous of her and we went our separate ways.  Turned out she was renting the flat next to me with her boyfriend, but he dumped her, fucked off back to the Gold Coast.  I let her in, we hung out, drank, next thing we know we’re making love in my flat.  I offered her that she could use the place while I’m up here, and when I get back it’s just a normal thing, y’know?  Well, those arseholes also took pics of my texts with Celeste to use as blackmail.  Half expecting that to blow up, too.”  Drew cried a little more, this time it felt different.  “Sorry ‘bout the whole mess there, Murph.  I’m not usually like this.”

“I know.  It’s kinda diff   icult to find out your wife was fucking one of your friends.  What’s the plan if or when I find something?”  Murph asked.

“I don’t know.  I’m hoping you don’t find anything, maybe give her a chance to come clean and we work things out, for the kid of course.  Assuming that it’s mine to begin with.”  Drew broke into another sob as Murph shifted his posture.

“I think you’ve got a great excuse for the DNA test, and she’ll probably go along with it.  Because of everything that happened up at the cabin, just say that you want it done to make sure that one of those assholes didn’t cause this.  As long as it comes back as yours, you’re fine.  If it comes back as anyone not you, grab that skinny fuck by the hair and shove a cotton swab in his mouth for a sample.  That way you know who’s the daddy.  But if she’s smart, and she sounds like she is, you might need to give her a window to screw him or go to him if she is.  When’s your next trip to Melbourne planned for?”

“Not until mid-October.  Why?  You think that if I give her a window of time to fuck that pretty boy, she’ll jump his bones the minute I’m on the plane?”  Drew responded, the vitriol in voice taking on a bitter tone.

“I hope not, but a trip at a vulnerable time like this might be enough to make her spend more time with him.”

The idea sounded logical, though he knew Morgana would hate him leaving so soon.  “Not next week, too soon.  I think I can come up with an emergency for the week after.  That’ll give her some time to fool around if she’s doing that.  But what if… nah.  Even if she says she only started fucking him after the cabin, it’s still fucking him.  Besides, I think this’ll work.  Either she’s fucking Tommy or she’s not.  If she is, I don’t know.  If she isn’t… I don’t know either.”  Drew’s voice trailed off.  He motioned to stand up and Murph grabbed his hand, helping the younger man get to his feet.

They continued their path around the building, getting back to a main door.  Drew dried his eyes and once inside cleaned himself off in one of the bathrooms.  Later, he initiated a travel request for 10 days from now to return to Melbourne.  He then texted Celeste from his work phone that he would be returning a little sooner than expected, and apologized for being distant and that he’d explain everything as soon as he could.  After that he called Morgy and told her the bad news.  Something came up that he would have to look into personally. 



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Murph sat in his office typing away extemporaneous notes on his laptop.  The office was in the executive suite area of the building, but he was by no means an executive.  He had the smallest office out of area, and the only one that didn’t have glass windows.  He was happy with that, though.  This meant that he could take his jacket off and not have to undo his holster while working here, and he could have a modicum of privacy, something that the head of security needs.  His proximity to the executives means he’s available at a moment’s notice when one of them calls for him.  His office was rather spartan in adornment, aside from a couple pics of him with various executives on trips, like his spearfishing trip with Bruce “The Butcher” Sanders from a couple years ago.  The lighting gave him a headache most of the time, so he tried to spend as little time as possible in the room.  He disliked how much he slumped over while typing while trying to read the screen, but was told that upgrades were coming in a few months so he would get a monitor and dock setup then, along with a standing desk riser.

He wrote down everything Drew told him, trying to remember every detail as well as he could.  For a moment he didn’t believe the story, but when Drew got pissed recalling Tommy’s banging his wife real good he knew there was something to the story.  Murph jotted down every detail of the story, sent Drew a link to an encrypted document engaging him for his PI services, then sat for a while staring at the pics Drew sent him.  He knew he was going to take this case as soon as he saw that hot blonde.  He would enjoy tailing her.  He looked forward to catching her in the act, and if he was lucky he’d get a piece of that pussy, too.

Murph didn’t continue doing PI work for the money or the love of doing good.  He did it because it scratched an itch for him, and that itch was vouyeristic and animalistic.  His ethics would go out the window when he confronted a hot housewife whose husband accused her of cheating and gave her the simple choice of fucking and sucking him off or having him tell her husband what she’s up to.  Most of his clients were either corporate lawyers trying to screw someone out of some money, jealous spouses balls deep in their own affairs, or estranged parents trying to track down kids that want nothing to do with them.  Occasionally he’d get the crazy request to track down a long-lost lover, but those almost always fell into the stalker category.  If there’s one thing he’s learned since he left the force, it was how to control when to scratch that itch.  He knew that the desperation that comes from getting caught can drive someone to do terrible things.  And here he was, scoping out that blonde Morgana hoping that she would do something terrible to keep her hubby from finding out about her affair.

It didn’t take long for Drew to respond back and confirm the fees and retainer.  He knew that he couldn’t lie about his hours to Drew since they worked together, nor could he fabricate evidence either.  Morgana worked for the company too, but they ran in different circles and he wasn’t worried about her finding out.  The only reason she would be suspicious about the head of security talking to her husband was if this was a secret.  Word’s getting around about Drew’s new position and how that puts him in the orbit of the executives.  Meeting with the ‘top cop’ of the building was pretty normal for his position.  Still, he would have to be discreet. 

He gathered his notes and put them in a folder on his desktop labeled the invoice number and DW, for Drew Williams.  It wouldn’t take Murph too long to get a basic history of everyone involved in Drew’s story.  If he was in a hurry, he could even bust out a bunch of stuff this weekend.  He checked his calendar.  He was booked Saturday morning to take Bruce’s daughter to the airport, then make sure she was safe and secure so that Bruce could bring his escort over that looked a hell of a lot like his grown daughter so he could fuck the high-priced whore on his daughter’s bed.  Then he had to tail a workman’s comp case to a volleyball tournament and see if this guy’s blown out shoulder was good enough to serve.  After that was a request from an overbearing, addicted woman who claims she did nothing wrong and doesn’t know why her daughter moved across the state to get away from her.  Finally, he had a request from a divorcee to tail his soon to be ex for a couple hours while he’s out of town for the weekend.  Looking ahead a couple weekends he would have plenty of time to chase down this Morgana woman, hopefully catch her in an compromising position.  Then, use that compromised position to make her take a few positions with him, like doggy and reverse cowgirl.

As he put his schedule down for the next week, he checked his mails from clients.  He had one from Phil Jones, demanding to know if there’d been any updates on his ex.  Murph rolled his eyes at the mail.  “This fucking guy.”  If there’s one thing he hates, it’s whiny exes who can’t let the past go.  From everything he tracked down, his ex-wife was clean as a whistle.  The only reason he kept answering Phil’s mails was he wasn’t going to tell an idiot how to spend their money.  Phil was convinced that Bianca was a terrible mother, but everything he accused her of was projection large enough for a drive-in theater.  The best way to deal with a dick like that is wait for him to wear himself out and cancel the service.  But then he thought about what Drew said and the case he just took on.  Drew described a pretty in-depth sexual violation for everyone involved, along with some hefty payouts.  Murph knew that Phil would shit his pants if he found out that Bianca was involved in a gang rape turned double homicide and if she received a payout to keep quiet, he’d sue for the total amount plus damages because he’s that petty.  The more he looked at the picture of the six of them from the past weekend, the more he wanted to stick his face in her tits and motorboat them.

But that would be for another day.  First things first was finding out what he could about Tommy and Morgana, and to do that he would wait until the work day ended, drive home, wait until he saw James’s pickup in the parking lot of their condo plan, and pay his neighbor a visit.



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Drew was off all night in his new house.  He sat in the driveway longer than normal, trying to think of the right way to ask for the DNA test for the baby.  He knew he’d have to ask her to do this sooner rather than later.  The only person besides them that know about the pregnancy is Aislinn, and that’s because she was in the house when Morgana took the test.  The only thing that was going on his side of this was the gang rape last weekend, and this could be his ticket to make this not as awkward.

Morgana had cooked dinner for them since she worked from home today, a nice grilled chicken and rice for him and fried rice and salad for her.  They chit chatted about their day, about the baby, which room of the house they’d use as the nursery, if Aislinn should move in with them, and why it would be a good idea to encourage her to get her own place.  They wanted their privacy and to try their hand at being parents.  Aislinn was young, single, and probably wouldn’t want to get woken up at 3 in the morning for a dirty diaper or feeding.  If she really, really needs a place she was welcome to stay, but they really hoped she’d choose to live elsewhere.  They still had their old apartment leased in their names and it would be pretty easy to transfer that to her.

As they ate, Morgana brought up her disappointment with Drew’s job sending him out so soon.  He told her just the week prior that they had at least a month together, but now it was being cut short by three weeks.  Drew apologized, saying that it couldn’t be helped.  He knew that there was nothing he could do to change what happened but hoped to make it up to her soon.  This next trip should only be 2 to 3 weeks at most, then he would be home for a longer stretch after that.  They had a lot of planning to do, but first he said there was something he wanted to get off his chest.

Drew stuttered and stammered his way through a prepared speech about what happened and with the pregnancy test coming up positive, he was nervous and anxious, but the thing he was most anxious about was whether or not he was the father, or one of those monsters from last weekend.

“So what, you want me to get a paternity test?”  Morgana asked.  All he could do was nod.  She grabbed his hand and squeezed it.  “It’s okay, hun, I’ll do it.  I’m kinda glad ya asked.  Honestly, just want to be on the safe side.  I’ll schedule it soon and we’ll get this squared away.”  She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and for the first time this week he reciprocated her affections.  These continued all the way to the bedroom where they made love for the first time all week.

There was something different about Drew as he fucked Morgana this time.  He was angrier than usual.  He focused on his enjoyment over hers this time, and almost seemed mad at her as he fucked her.  She chalked this up to him dealing with all of the stress and anxiety of his job rolled into the trauma they experienced over the weekend.



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It wasn’t until after sex and he was fast asleep that Morgana thought long and hard about their conversation as she drifted off to sleep.  He’s been worried about whether or not he was the father, and just asked her to get a paternity test.  He used the excuse of the gang rape as the reason that he was worried about the baby’s parentage, even though he most likely knew she was pregnant long before that.  He knew that she was pregnant before the weekend began, and that getting fucked by the dozen or so men there wouldn’t change anything.  Unless she was doubly knocked up with twins or the unlikely chance that she lost one baby and was instantly impregnated again right way, there was no way that any of those assholes was the father.  She’s smart enough to know that.  She knows Drew is smart enough to know that.  So why would Drew ask for a paternity test now?

Tommy.

The realization that he might suspect something scared her out of her half-slumber and straight awake.  If he knew about her and Tommy, why didn’t he say anything?  Easy, he didn’t know.  He’s using his jealousy over what happened this week to cover up his insecurities, and she was using it cover up and get to the bottom of who the father was.  She knew there’s an above zero percent chance that the baby is Tommy’s.  She had her IUD taken out just a few days before the first time her and Tommy screwed, and that first night they didn’t use protection.  They were careful each time since, but there’s still a chance that something slipped out.  And since she didn’t know exactly when she was knocked up, it’s not like she could point it to being the time Drew fucked her in the walk-in closet or the kitchen or anywhere else.  Or it could’ve been one of the times she fucked Tommy. 

But that led to an even harder question?  What if the baby was Tommy’s?  She had one out, and one out only.  Sunday up at the cabin.  Tommy fucked her real good during that time.  So good that it made Drew jealous and demand a DNA test.  She could make up some story that this is when everything happened.  Maybe she was just sick right before but the pregnancy didn’t start until that moment.  But that led to the what-if’s and other hard questions, like what if it was one of those other guys, or why Tommy but not any of the other guys that fucked her?  She could try to come up with a response, but nothing seemed good enough to her.  It was all just one excuse after another.

She looked up how paternity tests are done in utero and how much they cost.  It wasn’t too bad, honestly.  There’s a small amount of the baby’s DNA in her bloodstream already, but as it gets bigger, more will be present.  The lab will draw a blood sample and find the DNA that isn’t hers and isolate it from her sample.  Then they’ll compare it to the known male samples and determine parentage to within a 99.99% accuracy.  Considering that Tommy and Drew aren’t identical twins, then this should be the answer.  All she would need is a sample from one or both of them, and that’s all she wrote on that.  She knew that pregnancies are marked from the start of the previous period, but she didn’t have one following her IUD removal.  So she’s anywhere from 2-6 weeks along, give or take a few years.  If she was going to do something, she’d have to do it soon.  They didn’t want to tell anyone about the kid until at least the end of the first trimester just in case there was in issue that arose.  She had a friend who miscarried about 2 months in right after telling her family and she got nothing but grief from them afterwards.  She knew that if it wasn’t either Drew or Tommy’s, she’d abort right away.  If it was Drew’s, definitely keeping it.  But Tommy’s?  Would Drew leave her if she kept it?  Would he stay either way?  Would Tommy want to be a dad?  What if Drew stayed but Tommy insisted on being in its life?

But it’s not all she wrote on another issue.  Why did Drew suspect her and Tommy of having an affair?  He never said it to her, but his request meant he either suspected something or was too stupid to know how babies are made.  Honestly, she’d feel better knowing he didn’t know exactly but he was too smart for that.  Morgana ran through everything he’s done in the last few months with them and how careful she’s been with Tommy, covering her tracks and only talking about memes and basic stuff in text.  Anything personal was done on WhatsApp in a secure chat with no backup.  She didn’t keep any photos of them that weren’t friendly, and refused to do anything sexual with her phone with him.  She knew she’d have to double check everything she did and went now that she suspected that Drew knew.

That’s when it all finally clicked for Morgana.  Maybe Drew was suspicious because he was cheating on her and projecting this on her.  She got up quietly from bed and walked around the house.  She found his work phone back out in the family room and unlocked it.  Nothing unusual there, just the normal stuff.  No pics in the gallery that were crazy, nothing suspicious in his apps like Tinder or Bumble, and his Reddit only had his one known account.  Nothing out of the ordinary here.  None of the text chains were out of place.  There’s a couple from guys she didn’t recognize like a man named Charles, but those were innocuous.  There was one text from that Charles character that ended with ‘I’ll see you soon, txt me l8r’ and was replied back with a winky emoji.  Charles was a Melbourne number.  She took a pic of the number and several texts, just in case, then sent it to her work and personal mails.  After that, she deleted the pics.

Morgana locked the phone and put it back where she found it.  Drew’s personal phone was with his work laptop.  She rarely ever looked at this device.  She tried to unlock it, but the passcode was different than the last time she opened it.  He had changed it from their anniversary.  She tried again with his birthday, no dice.  She tried a third time her birthday, but again no dice.  She put the phone back where she found it and wondered why he was more protective of this phone.  She thought for a second and figured that if he was cheating, he wouldn’t be dumb enough to use his personal phone where his wife had access to it.  Then again, it would be about as dumb to use company property to pull off these shenanigans, too. 

She went back to the pics of the conversation with Charles and investigated them a little closer.  The last text was sent on Tuesday, but most of the responses where straight forward replies, though a little flirty and with lots of emojis.  That seemed pretty unusual for a workplace conversation.  Morgana went to her home office as it was and logged on to her laptop.  A few minutes later, she was searching through the Pharma Outlook directory for anyone named Charles in Melbourne, and then for that number.  No luck.  It could be a personal cellie, but if so it wasn’t anyone he knew from Pharma.  That would’ve shown up in the search as well.

As Morgana’s suspicions grew, she noticed it was getting late and needed to get some sleep.  She sent a text to Aislinn, asking how things were going.  After a little back and forth, she sent her sister a pic of the number from Drew’s contacts and asked if she could take a look into it one day.  No rush on the matter.  She also asked her little sister if she could keep an eye out for Drew when he gets down there, maybe swing by his place to see how things are going.

[To-Get-Her]

Maybe it just me but I would like to see one of the earlier rapists to have impregnated Morgana, while Celeste got knocked up by Drew. What repercussions that would cause both couples. Hoping that Murph finds out things about what happens and uses it to have some time with the ladies involved. How would he explain his actions if  Drew just happened to walk in on Morgana giving Murph a blow job!

Merit awarded from me!

[LtBroccoli]

Thanks TGH.  A lot of those same thoughts have come through my mind as well.   


I'm posting Chapter 89 in a few minutes, but this will be the last one for a while in Pharma.  I'm taking a break from this one to finish off a shorter story about Sam and Bubbles that I've had in the queue since Spring, but wanted to wrap up the final section of it.  I also have a couple other stories I want to work on while I plan out the next section of this story.

Chapter 89 incoming.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter 89(MF,FF)



The next week and a half was relatively quiet for everyone as they settled back into their routines following the events of the cabin.  James and Bianca were able to grab lunch a couple times during the workweek as a chance to get to know each other better.  Drew helped Morgana around the house while he was home and kept his nose to the grindstone while not.  Morgana was busying herself with everyday tasks and settling into their new home and sending Tommy messages on WhatsApp on the sly when no one was around.  And Tommy, he was back to his normal pattern of stalking Morgana on the cams and talking to her online.  The only one absent from this lull was Aislinn, as she was back in Australia getting ready for her move to the States in a few weeks.  There was a mountain of paperwork and procedures she had to overcome before she could move up north.

Still, that didn’t stop Aislinn from living a little.  After a trip to the clinic upon arrival where she got the relatively good news that the only STD she caught from the weekend was trichomoniasis and a scrip for the required antibiotics, she was free and clear.  A little self-disclosure and some memes in the group chat and she seemed to be back to her former self.

Of course she wasn’t.  She was still utterly devastated by what happened to her, but knew that she couldn’t control what happened to her, just how she reacted going forward.  Aislinn decided that the best thing she could do was live her life to the fullest.  The first thing on that list was spending as much time with her mates as possible before moving.  She went out drinking with her friends Friday and Saturday night, and met up with some others for a brunch on Sunday morning.  Monday and Tuesday were spent dealing with work during the day and running errands in the evening.  Monday night she met up with some friends for dinner and a quick trip to a club.  That night ended with a hook-up with a random bloke.  He was cute, but a lazy fuck that left her unfulfilled.  Tuesday was more of the same with work, dinner, club, fucking.

Aislinn decided that for Wednesday she should change things up.  She’d been sitting on a request from her sister for almost a week about looking up a cellie she found on Drew’s phone.  Work was quiet, most of her paperwork was processed, and all she had to do was look up a cell phone number.  After killing a few minutes seeing if it was assigned to anyone in the company, she looked it up on an app she has access to seeing who it’s assigned to.  It belonged to C.M. Campbell.  A quick search on Google and LinkedIn came back with a few options, but nothing really definitive.  Then she got lucky.  One of the faces on LinkedIn looked familiar, C. M. Campbell of Melbourne and Gold Coast.  Graduated from ANU a couple years back, same time as Drew and Morgana.  She focused her career on some aspect of marketing and communications that served well in public relations.  After checking out the pic a little closer, she knew where she recognized her from.  This was the woman from the barbecue over the winter a couple months ago at Drew’s bungalow.  She was his neighbor or friend or something like that.  Marie, but she swore she heard someone call her Celeste.

This was the woman Aislinn dreamed about.  When she was at her lowest during the assault and being forced to have sex with her sister, this is the woman she imagined was licking her pussy.  This is the woman she pretended she was eating out instead of Bianca or Mari or Morgana.  This was the woman that she’d touched herself to several times over the past few months and several more times since landing in Melbourne.  This woman… Aislinn thought a lot about her over the last couple months.  She never considered herself gay or bi, though she did have a little fun with girls from time to time.  She couldn’t tie it down, but there was something about this woman that made her want more.

Aislinn went down the rabbit hole of legal online stalking for the rest of Wednesday, learning everything she could about this woman.  She goes by Celeste, but her middle name is Marie.  She recently moved back down to Melbourne following a couple years in Gold Coast.  She could see from her Instagram that she was recently single.  Looking back at some old pics, her and Drew used to be real tight and had a thing going on back in the day.  That’s when she put 2 and 2 together.  Morgana mentioned a while back about Drew’s ex always hanging around and being a general pain in the ass.  Drew didn’t want to stop seeing his old mate, but agreed to put some distance between them for a while.  That separation grew and Celeste was never mentioned again.  The first time she saw Celeste was back at the party.  She wasn’t even at Drew’s wedding.  Aislinn figured they must’ve been pretty strained by that point, but she really never saw Morgana get quite as jealous as she did when Celeste was mentioned.

She decided to leave the office early that day and went home to continue her stalking.  Once she was back in her nearly empty flat, she poured herself a glass of red wine, popped a CBD gummy, and stripped out of her work clothes.  She navigated to Celeste’s Instagram page, then her TikTok and YouTube pages.  The content was kind of all over the place, but just seemed to focus on her and her hobbies.  Aislinn spent longer than she wished watching Celeste’s content, pleasuring herself along the way, imagining how those hands would feel on her body, how her mouth tasted, and how soft and sultry she would feel.  It all culminated in the most powerful orgasm she’s had in a long time.  She pleasured herself again and again that evening, not stopping until she was exhausted.  Aislinn wasn’t sure what came over her, but she couldn’t help herself.  To be honest, it was the best she’s felt since, well, her time with Tommy.  And if she thought long and hard about that question, who knows.

As she went to the bathroom, a thought struck her as she washed her hands.  Morgana suspected Drew of cheating on her with Celeste.  Why else would she send her this specific number?  Morgana didn’t go into too many details, but told her that she got this number under the name Charles on his work phone.  She couldn’t check his personal phone because he changed his passcode.  Morgana suspects that he did that because he’s afraid of something.  Up until the attack, his passcode was their anniversary.  Now, she doesn’t know what it is.  Drew doesn’t keep things from her, so changing the passcode and storing a woman’s name under a man’s in his contacts is suspicious.  So Morgana asked Aislinn to check out this number and who it belongs to, find out what she can.  But she didn’t know what her sister would do with that information.

Aislinn decided that she needed more info, and what better way to do that than to pay a visit to Drew’s place.  She still had the address from his party a couple months back, so she just needed an excuse to drop by and meet this woman.  Aislinn would find something to drop off at Drew’s place and strike up a conversation with her.  Knowing it was the asscrack of dawn in the states and Drew wouldn’t be up yet, she came up with a plan.  She’d find something in her apartment that she ‘wants him to have’ and will send him a text that she’s on her way to his place to drop it off, and ask him if there's anyone she can leave it with someone since she might be out of town this weekend.  That should give her an excuse to talk to Celeste again.  After looking through her apartment for a few minutes for anything that wasn’t already packed, she found a little crystal sculpture in the shape of a rugby ball.  She was going to leave this in storage back at her parent’s house but decided that this would be a nice ‘gift’ for Drew to give to Morgy.

She spent a few minutes getting dressed in a nice orange and white striped jumpsuit and white sandals, then did her makeup.  It was just enough to show some effort in looking good, but not enough to be blatantly obvious she just put some on.  She put her hair up with a clip that matched her chestnut mane and threw on her glasses.  This wasn’t a contacts night, and no reason to put them in now.  Aislinn didn’t want to look like too much effort was put into her look.

Aislinn got in her Subaru and texted Drew that she was headed over to his bungalow to drop off something she found and checked to see if there was someone she could leave this with.  She knew it was very early in the States and if she received a response it would probably be after she was on her way over.  Much to her surprise, she did get a response just as she was pulling up to the house.  He asked what, why, and why now.  She texted back that it was a gift that Morgy would like, but would like it more coming from him, and that she just found it while packing for a weekend trip.  They went back and forth which Aislinn gave reason after reason why this was the best time to drop it off.  She knew she could be a bit flighty and stubborn and used that to her advantage.  Eventually Drew agreed and said he’d text his neighbor if she could hold onto it for him.  He asked how long until she got there, but she was already parked out front.  The three dots spun for what seemed like forever before he responded with ‘Ok.  Just head to the door.’

While Aislinn texted with Drew, she kept an eye on his place.  He lived on the left side of the duplex.  Lights were on in both sides of the place, which Aislinn thought was suspicious.  The right side of the duplex had a dog lead and some kids toys in the yard while the left, Drew’s side, was clean aside from porch furniture.  Her suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later when a filipino-looking woman opened the door on the right side and put a little terrier on the lead.

She made sure she looked good then gathered her courage as she walked to the house.  Aislinn was halfway across the street when she realized she forgot the crystal in the car, so she turned and retrieved it before going to the house, her anxiety almost getting the better of her.  That little dog yapping next door didn’t help matters.  She knocked on the door, and a moment later a beautiful brunette woman with brown eyes, hair down to shoulders, and a nice figure opened the door.  The woman was dressed in a white tank top and shorts, making it obvious by her clothes she wasn’t expecting any guests tonight.

“Oi?  Guessing you’re Ash?”  The woman asked.

“Yeah, we met a while back, at Drew’s barbie after he moved in.  Marie, right?”  Aislinn asked, knowing the answer ahead of time.

“Yeah.  You’re the sister-in-law lawyer, right?  Fancy seein’ ya again.”  Celeste nodded, the conversation coming back to her.  She went by her middle name that day because Drew’s sister-in-law was there, and the last thing he needed was a fight with his wife over her being in the same area code when she’s back in the states.  The dog barking constantly interrupted her thoughts.

“Mind if I come in?”  Aislinn asked, motioning to the living room.  Celeste nodded and let Aislinn enter, closing the door behind her.  Aislinn was taller even in the flats, but Celeste had a little more weight to her.  “Want something to drink?  I got water, juice, white, and red.  I’m having a white myself.”

“White’s fine.”  Aislinn took a quick inventory of the place.  It was obvious that a woman lived here now.  The place was neat and decorated, there were picture frames on various pieces of furniture, the place smelled like flowers, and it had a warm, inviting feel.  The coffee table had some food leftovers on it, and the TV was playing a cooking show on Netflix.  It was not a bachelor pad.  She couldn’t see much further than the adjoining dining area, but seeing a lappy set up on the table helped drive home the fact that this woman lived here, not next door.  Aislinn had so many questions but wanted to move slow.

“Here ya go.”  Celeste returned with two glasses of wine.  Aislinn’s was a little lower than hers, but just a little.  Aislinn took the glass and followed Celeste’s lead to sit on the couch.  Aislinn felt her heart flutter a little as she sat so close to this woman.  “So, Drew texted, said ya had somethin’ to drop off.”

“Yeah.  I was packing some things and found this.  Figured Morgy’d like it, but would like it more if it came from Drew.  Supposed to be outta town by the time he gets back, and I was in the area.”  She handed the crystal rugby ball over to Celeste.  It’s a little bigger than a fist, but smaller than a melon.  Celeste looked at it before putting it on the coffee table.

“That’s pretty.  Sure she’ll like it.  You said you’re packing?”  Celeste asked, giving Aislinn a good look.

“Oi.  Moving to the States in a few weeks, so just tryin’ to clean some stuff up.”  Aislinn said, looking around.  “Place looks nice.  Like what you’ve done with it.”

“Thanks.”  Celeste said reflexively.  It wasn’t until a moment later she realized how loaded the question was.  “No, it’s not like that, not at all.  It’s just, well, I’m more like housesitting while he’s gone, and living in a bachelor pad can be pretty dull, know what I mean?”  She rambled for a moment and put her face in her free hand before Aislinn gently put a hand on her thigh.

“It’s okay Marie.”  Aislinn said.

“Please, call me Celeste.  Marie’s my middle name, don’t really like it.  It’s just, well, for some reason Morgy never got along with me and Drew wasn’t sure how’d you’d react.”  Celeste said, pausing only to take a sip of wine.

“How do you mean?” 

“Well, long story short Drew and I were besties before she came around but he stopped hanging ‘round after they got serious.  We dated for a bit back in Uni, but that lasted maybe a couple months at most.  It just, never really felt right, y’know?”  Celeste asked, and Aislinn nodded, her hand still on Celeste’s thigh.

“Think I get it.”  Aislinn said, looking at Celeste’s face as though she were trying to memorize it.

“I mean, we’re just friends, just met up casually when he moved in.  He’s just a good bloke, y’know?  I mean, it’s not like that.  I housesit when he’s up in the States, but his wife would have a shit fit if she found out I lived here.  Ya, I know it looks bad, but it’s not like we’re dating.  He’s not even my type.”  Celeste started poring out the emotions and started crying a little.

Aislinn put her drink on the table and gently put her fingers under Celeste’s chin to turn her face towards hers.  She softly touched Celeste’s cheek to wipe away a tear.

Neither woman knew who leaned in for the kiss first, but it happened.  Aislinn kissed Celeste once, then once more.  Celeste leaned into it and kissed her back.  The two kissed softly for a couple minutes before it turned into a full-on makeout session.  Aislinn savored Celeste’s taste and smell as her partner loosened up and let the feelings overtake her.  Their hands roamed over each other’s backs.  Aislinn slid her hands under Celeste’s tank top and felt her skin.

Celeste broke the kiss just long enough to finish her wine and pull her tank off.  She grabbed Aislinn’s face with both hands and kissed her as she climbed on top of her.  She then spent a moment fiddling with Aislinn’s jumpsuit before she broke the kiss again.

“C’mon.”  Celeste stood, taking Aislinn’s hand and leading her to the bedroom.

Aislinn felt her heart flutter as she followed Celeste to the master bedroom.  She could care less about who’s room this was right now, all she wanted was to be with this woman.  They stopped right before climbing onto the bed and made out for a minute as they finished stripping each other before the pair fell into an embrace and landed on the bed.  Aislinn took the initiative in exploring Celeste’s body, but her lover was more than willing to follow her lead.  They spent a long time in foreplay before Aislinn’s hand made her way down to Celeste’s nether regions.  Celeste jumped a little as Aislinn’s digits made their first intrusion into her and she let Aislinn finger her to an orgasm.  Celeste returned the favor before adding her mouth to Aislinn’s sweet pussy.  The two women licked and kissed each other’s sweet spots for what seemed like hours before they came to a stopping point, sweaty and exhausted.

As much as Aislinn wanted to stay in bed with Celeste the rest of the night, she did have to go home for work.  She asked what Celeste was doing Friday and the two agreed to a dinner date.  After another long embrace, Aislinn made her way home, floating on Cloud 9 the whole time.

After Aislinn left, Celeste sent a couple texts to Drew.  She threw on some clothes and went outside for a smoke as she talked to Drew.  She looked at the chat conversation from a couple hours earlier as Drew was in a panic that his sister-in-law was on her way over to his place… their place and she’d have to come up with something in a hurry.  ‘I’ll just pretend I’m a lesbian.  She shouldn’t get jealous over that.’  Celeste laughed as she read that text again.  She had her ‘bi-phase’ in college but for the most part hadn’t explored that part of her for a long time.  It wasn’t until Aislinn knocked on the door and the third glass of wine of the night kicked in that she did what she did.  She could tell Aislinn was flirting with her, and she returned the favor.  She couldn’t help it, Aislinn was very cute.  And it was such a flimsy excuse for coming over, too.  Celeste told herself that one thing led to another and she and Drew weren’t in anything official yet, just roommates and FWB’s that really, really care about each other.

“Is it cheating if you lez out to pretend to be gay?”  Celeste said to no one in particular while finishing her ciggie as she tried to figure out what to tell Drew.  She hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks and missed him, but finding out she fucked his sister-in-law might be too much right off the bat.  Plus, she didn’t know what Aislinn would tell him.  And of course there was the elephant in the room, how much would she tell Morgana?  Aislinn is smart and would have to be blind to not know that she was sleeping in Drew’s bed, in his bedroom that is barely decorated.  Drew said that he liked it that way since he didn’t want it to feel too much like home, but the reality is like most men he really doesn’t care about decorating his bedroom.  Most men stopped decorating their bedrooms after they took down their posters of sports cars and lingerie models in their teens.  She decided to tell Drew the partial truth in her texts.

‘Plan backfired, have a date with Aislinn on Friday.’  She hit send on the message.



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Drew was in a panic on Wednesday morning as his phone buzzed during his morning workout.  Aislinn was on her way to his bungalow in Melbourne where Celeste lived.  He hoped that Celeste wasn’t home, but she was.  After a little back and forth, she would play the ‘I’m his lesbian friend’ card.  That might work, and Celeste could be very convincing when she wants to be.  He was surprised as all hell when a couple hours later she texted back that the plan backfired and Celeste had a date with her on Friday.  A little back and forth brought him down from a borderline violent rage to a simmering rage filled with jealousy and contempt.  ‘How dare she?’ Drew thought, but wasn’t sure who he was more mad at, Aislinn or Celeste.  When he pressed for details, Celeste admitted that she kissed Aislinn, then followed up with “What am I supposed to do?  I’m pretending to be queer here.”  It was times like these he wished that he had installed that nanny cam months ago.  Then, he could take a peek in on Celeste from time to time.  Plus, the thought of seeing Aislinn make out with his girlfriend was hot as fuck.  He calmed down enough to admit that his jealousy was taking over, but he couldn’t get the thought of those two out of his system.  He reluctantly agreed that if she had to go to some lengths to convince Aislinn that she was gay, he would be okay with it.  Plus, he wasn’t sure how far Aislinn would go.  She was pretty into Tommy before all hell broke loose up at the cabin.  Still, he’d heard Morgy say that Aislinn was a little bi in university but just chalked that up to being young and horny.

The worry about what Aislinn might tell his wife was palpable.  Morgana was working from home today, so he decided to pack things up and head home for the afternoon to surprise his wife then wrap up the day from his new home office.  Morgana was surprised to see him, and even more surprised and thrilled when he took her to the bedroom and fucked her on their lunch break.  She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but was glad to have a piece of the ‘old Drew’ back.  As Morgana was freshening up in the bathroom, he checked her phone.  Only one new message from Aislinn today.  It said that she hadn’t been able to find out who Charles was, and it might take a while.  He checked the previous few messages and they were mostly about Aislinn’s upcoming travel and this little favor she was doing.

He put the phone back where he found it and thought about that message for the rest of the afternoon.  He now knew that Morgana had an inkling that he might be up to something.  Charles was the name he saved Celeste’s number under.  Aislinn is smart and cunning when she wants to be, and tracing a number is child’s play for her.  He knew that Aislinn just spent the last few hours with Celeste and had asked her out on a date.  There was no way that Aislinn didn’t put two and two together and figure out that Charles’s phone number belonged to Celeste.  So why did she tell Morgana that she didn’t have anything yet and it might take a while?  She could be trying to build her case, or blackmailing him might be the plan.  Or, she was interested in Celeste for herself.  If that was the case, did she know about Celeste and him?  If so, did she care?  He figured he could ask again in Aussie morning.  It was the dead of the night now, and no one would respond.

Drew planned out his plan of attack.  He’d text Aislinn, ask a few questions that wouldn’t volunteer anything, and wait to see what she brought up.  Then, he’d try to FaceTime her, see if he could gauge anything from her reactions.  But if he couldn’t get a hold of her before Monday, he’d see her when he landed in Melbourne.



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Morgana was caught between a rock and a hard place.  She was waiting for the chance to get a blood test drawn to find out if Drew was the father.  The earliest she’d be able to go in would be a week from now, but he’d be out of the country.  He’d offered to go to the doctor’s on Friday, and she took him out for shopping and dinner after.  She focused on Drew, taking him to one of his favorite places, even if it was a BBQ place and her vegetarianism kept her from eating anything of note.  She hoped this would help bring Drew out of his funk for the last couple weeks, as well as distract her from what was going on.  Since Drew was leaving on Monday, she wanted to spend all of her time with him because she wouldn’t see him for almost a month.  A lot can change in a month, especially early in a pregnancy.  Plus, she’s up here alone aside from Tommy, and she’s barely talked to him in the past couple weeks.  This is mostly because of Drew’s antipathy towards Tommy since that weekend up North.  Each time Morgana’s wanted to get people together to hang out, Drew’s had an excuse against it.  She was sick of not seeing Tommy and missed him, but knew that with Drew out of town soon she’d have all the time in the world for her secret lover.

What really ate at her was not telling Tommy yet about the pregnancy.  She was 90% sure it was Drew’s, but there was the first time she was with Tommy and they didn’t use protection, a couple weeks after her IUD was taken out.  But she just hoped that she’d get the answers back on the paternity test soon.  She desperately wanted to tell Tommy to his face.  So far the only person that knew outside of her and Drew was Aislinn, and that’s because she was around for the testing.  And because there was a small chance it wasn’t Drew’s or even Tommy’s, she couldn’t enjoy this part of the process.  She knew she wasn’t going to keep some rapist’s baby.

The other thing that frustrated her was that Aislinn hadn’t found anything on Charles.  She knew her sister well enough to know that she probably didn’t do much if any research into this.  ‘She might be the flightiest barrister in history.’  But at least it was better than finding out that Charles was actually a woman that Drew was seeing.  She had tried to check out his phone recently and she tried a couple other options for his passcode but nothing was successful.  Even the one time she did see most of his passcode it didn’t last since she either didn’t get it right or he changed it right away.  She was certain she had it right, but could’ve been mistaken.  He even signed out of iCloud on the iPad they shared, so no looking at messages or photos that way.

As she went through her thoughts, Morgana wondered a few things.  Was Drew cheating on her?  Was she projecting her guilt onto him?  Did he suspect her of cheating?  What did he know?



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Bianca and James spent some more time together during this time, even enjoying a date night that turned into a date brunch the weekend her ex had Sophie.  Bianca did her best to put everything that happened at Lake Hiawatha behind them, and James showed a softer side to her that would shock most who knew him.  Their big date night was a nice restaurant that James favored followed by night out at a Jazz bar.  They returned to her home and spent the night there, followed by a Saturday brunch.  They spent most of Saturday together too before getting back on Sunday for a bit before she picked up her kid.  They wanted to play things slow as far as her daughter goes and if they were still dating in a few months, Bianca would introduce them.

Tuesday was great for Bianca.  The trust was set up and all but $10,000 of it was deposited into a trust fund that was set up under an LLC in Delaware that reports to another LLC that is solely under Bianca’s control.  The remaining 10 grand was split into 5 smaller checks to avoid IRS scrutiny and was planned for administrative expenses, but those came to less than a thousand.  After the checks cleared Bianca paid a few bills and cleared out one of her credit cards.  The rest was put into savings.  She used part of it for a really good weekend with Sophie, taking her out on a girls-only shopping trip.



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Tommy talked with Morgana a few times on WhatsApp during the time Drew was still in town while he counted down the days until he saw her again.  To keep up appearances, he kept his Tinder profile up but only matched with one woman that he ended up ghosting for a date.  He instead spent most of his free time either watching Morgana on the secure feed from her house or the various feeds and videos on the Club.  He revisited his favorite lesbian college students, Jordan and Riley.  They were still together though they did have the occasional spat, which made the makeup sex even more thrilling.  Tommy did find something unusual when one of the neighbor boys kept coming over.  He was a bit of a dork and seemed to be in a science class with Jordan, offering to tutor her and such.  She played it off as nice as possible but still acted like she got bad vibes from him.  One time when she was in the bathroom, he made a clay copy of her room key and was sly about covering his tracks.  Tommy knew of this technique and was certain he was up to no good.  He messaged Sam about it since he’s the owner of the building, but for the moment they couldn’t do anything about it.

Aside from that, Tommy’s week was relatively quiet until he got the invite to the Bake Sale from Pedro.



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From what Adam knew about what the cops knew about him and the Club, he knew they had to lay down low for a while.  Still, he knew that people wanted to have some fun.  This is when he decided that instead of the normal Club activities, it was time for a Bake Sale.

Running the Club is expensive, and his job as an IT Director for a police department doesn’t pay much.  Sure, it covers the bills and his side business as a computer repairmen helps, but his investments took a hit recently.  The server equipment, network connection, TOR and VPN services and other security all cost money he doesn’t always have.  So when the Club needs to raise funds or have a get-together, they’ll host what he calls a Bake Sale.  It’s an orgy where the main attraction is one or more unwilling women.  Everyone pays an admission fee of a couple grand and they set up the event.  Adam, aka Pedro picked the following Saturday as the night for the festivities.  He asked the newly dubbed Really Useful Crew if they could take care of the logistics.  Not only did he trust their ability to pull this off, but by having them on logistics then the target would be unknown to them, and thus they unknown to the targets.  It also became a sort of wake for Ray.  His friends from the Club couldn’t show up at his funeral, so this was the next best thing.

Sam and Bubbles were on board in a heartbeat.  Steve followed up right away when he saw that he didn’t have his kids that weekend.  JC was onboard, but asked if he could bring a friend he owed money to as a way of paying him back.  After a quick background check, the friend was approved.  James agreed after making sure that it was Bianca’s weekend with Sophie, and Joe and Mari cleared their calendars.  The only member of the crew that was hesitant was Tommy, but that ended when he saw a member he wasn’t familiar with recommend the bait.  She was a really hot Aussie blonde with equally hot friends.  This unknown member gave the basics on her and her two friends.  She was a tall blonde named Maddie, originally from Gold Coast, Australia.  She had a damn near perfect build with great tits and an amazing ass that one could bounce a quarter off of.  The only downside was her face didn’t quite match her body in hotness, but she was still good looking.  With her were two other proposed women.  One was a brunette who was slightly shorter at 5’9” and a model’s body, and the third was a middle eastern woman with big tits and a phat ass.  The blonde was named Maddie, the brunette Erica, and the big-tittied Lebanese girl was Mia.  They were friends that loved to party, and their favorite hangout was Blados.  They would be there Saturday Night in the VIP Lounges until they found a better place or wound up in some rich dude’s penthouse.  It didn’t take Pedro long to strike a deal with the owner of Blados, one of the most popular nightclubs in the city as he’s always been a friend of the Club. 

The plan was put in motion.  Joe and Mari would MC the event while Sam provided the location.  Tommy and James would join this new friend on transport while Steve and JC would help with crowd control if any were needed.  Bubbles and a friend of hers that tends bar there will spike the girls drinks after Bubbles makes some small talk.  Tommy’s backup if she needs help in that category.  They’ll get the girls to the destination and have some fun until the sun comes up, then drop them off at a no tell motel in Veneto.  They’ll leave a bunch of drugs and shit in the room with them, so if they do try to call the cops, it’ll blow up in their face.



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It had been a few months since Murph had logged onto the Club’s website.  He’d been a member for a couple of years, ever since he left the police force.  Well, ‘encouraged to take a medical retirement’ after that asshole detective busted up his shoulder in the interrogation room following his detainment for raping a woman being used to smuggle drugs.  That led to his early retirement in lieu of prosecution, under the grounds that he never work as a police officer in the county ever again.  An associate of his vouched for him to Pedro, and a month later he broke into the house of a big-tittied Italian Milf named Theresa.  His schedule didn’t allow him to spend the time he’d like to on the Club’s site, but he always had a good time.

Recently the Boss’s Daughter was pissing him off.  He was responsible for that cunt’s security most of the time she was in town, but anything at her condo or on the weekends was fair game as far as he was concerned.  If something happened to her outside of his watch, he could blame her other handlers.  He put together a packet for proposing her for a trade but wanted to see what was going on in the last few months.

What he saw shocked the shit out of him.  First off, the site had a few new members since March.  Four in particular were rather active.  One was brought in by a mutual associate named Steve and was simply called ‘The Australian.’  His offering was a hot Asian woman in her 30’s to 40’s who looked a hell of a lot like one of his neighbors in the condo complex and he had some issues with an attack on a schoolteacher where the rubber broke and he had to go fishing.  The next was a buddy of his nicknamed ‘Clark Kent.’  Dude looked like he was a disaster away from running into an alley and stripping down to red and blue underwear.  His offering was this little ginger named Tammy and his first attack was a sleeping blonde named Morgana.  ‘Hot Mama’ was Joe’s wife.  Murph had met her before years ago after he worked with Joe on a mission and they showed up late at night where he had to lay it on smooth.  She offered a cute woman in her 30’s and her and hubby had a fun time with a thicc Latina.  Finally there was ‘Grammar Nazi’ or ‘Alt Write.’  He was vouched for by Joe and had a couple videos he’d starred in already.  The first was a group attack on two college girls with a few other guys, and the next was one where 3 Club members went after this big dyke bitch but one of them was actually her girlfriend, Bubbles.  He’s called Grammar Nazi because he’s reflexively correcting other’s speech, even doing so during rapes.  Shit’s aggravating and funny at the same time.  Apparently he and Bubbles are a thing now. 

As Murph was looking into Grammar Nazi’s portfolio of work, he saw that all four of these people were tagged in an event called ‘Cabin Party.’  He opened it and saw the largest slew of videos on the Club outside of a bake sale.  It was so big it had it’s own Wiki page giving the order of events and how the tapes broke down from source and location.  Long story short, a group calling themselves the ‘Really Useful Crew’ pulled off a gangrape up at Lake Hiawatha Resorts.  Clark Kent and The Australian orchestrated it with help from Bubbles, Grammar Nazi, Joe and Hot Mama, and two other members he had run-ins with in the past, JD and JC.  JD was Jackhammer Dick for the way he’d fuck like he was punishing his victims for being women.  JC was a skinny guy who looked like Jesus Christ.  Assistance was given by someone close to LHR for the hidden cams and coordinating everything else.  The plan was anything but simple, and the victims were 3 ladies and a bloke.  One was a yank named Bianca Jones and the victims were Aussies named Drew and Morgana Williams and Aislinn Walker.

Murph froze when he read the names.  Could it be that the sniveling little shit that just hired him to investigate his wife was involved in this?  Drew described the attack in pretty graphic terms but never did Murph think that this could be a Club activity.  And Bianca, that’s the wife that asshole Phil Jones kept harassing.  He clicked on a couple screenshots of the videos.  It was that hot blonde wife of Drew’s all right, and Phil’s ex.  He checked out Clark Kent’s video list before diving into the Cabin Party and saw a compilation of videos of him and Morgana, taken from a hidden camera.  There were several videos of Clark Kent, whom she called Tommy, fucking Drew’s wife.

Now, Murph faced an ethical dilemma.  On one hand, he had an open and shut case of a wife cheating on her husband, and indisputable proof that he could use for a divorce and leave her with nothing.  On the other hand, this proof was illegally gathered and found on an illicit website hosting tons of rape videos and enough criminal activity to last a lifetime.  Plus, he also had footage of a target of his being used like a whore, which he could use to close out another one of his cases, and a statement from Drew about what everyone went through.  He had the names, faces, and identities of everyone involved.

Murph decided to do what any good Christian would do in his place.  He pressed play on the first video in the Cabin Party playlist, took down his pants, and jerked off like a caged monkey.

After watching for an hour and blowing a couple loads to Morgana’s sweet screams, he checked the news section of the Club.  A member named Ray died recently, and his last video was uploaded as a tribute to his favorite hobby, raping bitches.  Pedro proposed a Bake Sale in his honor, and was looking for ideas.  Several members of the newly dubbed Really Useful Crew made some suggestions on logistics, but only a half-hearted offer of two college girls named Riley and Jordan were submitted, which Grammar Nazi said he’d prefer they didn’t use them unless he could find a way to get them outside of their apartment.  Since Murph was thinking of offering Maddie Sanders anyway, he decided to up the ante for this party.  There’s no way any of these guys will ever fuck a billionaire’s daughter, so might as well make it special.  He also threw in her bff’s Erica and Mia as well.  Plus, with all the craziness happening there, he’d get his dick wet in all three and they’d be none the wiser.

So that’s how Murph came to help out the Really Useful Crew on Saturday Night.  He met up with James at a Denny’s in Empire and after a quick meal and catching up on things, they went out for the night.

(To see the events unfold, please check out ‘The Club’s Bake Sale (M+/F+, Bond, Drugs, BDSM, Interracial, viol)’.)



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Drew and Aislinn texted a couple times over the weekend before his trip back home and called Celeste whenever he could get away from Morgana.  Celeste was rather open with him on what happened.  Aislinn came over to drop off the thing, they talked and drank a little, she played the lesbian card thinking that would keep her from getting too suspicious as to why she was there.  What she didn’t expect was for Aislinn to hit on her and the two of them to make out, and like it as much as she did.  Drew felt threatened by this, but Celeste did a good job of convincing him that this worked out better for them.  She’d go on a date with Aislinn, have some fun, see how serious his sister-in-law is about keeping up this appearance of being bi, then call it off with her when she moved to the states or went on her weekend trip.  In a few days or a week or two at most, she’d be up in the states and he’d be back in her bed.  Aislinn on the other hand was much more reserved about saying what happened.  All he could do was take her word for it that it was only a kiss.  He left the conversation with his sister-in-law feeling like she was hiding more than he was.

As he sat in his office following their conversation, he couldn’t help but wish to be a fly on the wall back home, back in Melbourne.  Some of the highlights from the weekend of Hell was finally getting a chance to fuck Aislinn and have her suck his dick, and watching her dyke out a couple times, especially with Morgy.  That was always a sick and dirty fantasy of his that he saved for cold, lonely nights.  But picturing Aislinn and Celeste together made his dick hard enough to cut diamonds.  He went through the house and found his wife moving some boxes around one of the spare bedrooms.  He grabbed her, pulled her close and took her on the floor, not letting her get a word in edge wise.  He didn’t last long and was in primal mode when he was done.  They cuddled for a bit before he went back to his office and prepped for his trip.




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Aislinn met up with Celeste at 8PM on Saturday at a nice place in Port Melbourne called Ciao Cielo.  Aislinn wore a little black dress and gold heels while Celeste wore a slim grey dress and matching heels.  Dinner was a split Margherita pizza with vegan cheese and appetizers of marinated olives and a duck liver parfait, of which only Celeste partook in the parfait.  After a few cocktails, the women talked throughout the night until it was time to head out.  An Uber ride later and they were back at Aislinn’s apartment where they explored each other’s bodies before eventually falling asleep.  They stayed in for brekkie and Celeste returned home after that.

Both women agreed it was best not to tell Drew everything that happened as Aislinn dropped Celeste off at her place following a long embrace.  They would try to see each other at least once more before Aislinn left for the States in a few weeks.

They also agreed on what they’d tell Drew.  Aislinn was able to get Celeste to tell her that she sleeping with Drew, but at this point she didn’t really care.  She took some perverse pleasure in making her cum and scream out her name, knowing that she’d be thinking of her and not Drew when she was making love to her cheating brother-in-law.  Who knows, maybe she could even bend this around to her advantage, turn it into a chance to fuck Drew again or maybe have a threesome with him and Celeste.  Or, she could enjoy the look of making Celeste hers instead of his.  In the end the women agreed to say that it was a nice date and it ended with a couple kisses and not much else.

What Drew doesn’t know won’t hurt him.




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It was a crazy night at the Bake Sale.  Murph was tuckered out from a nice, long night of fucking.  So far he’d blew a load up Maddie’s rich and entitled ass, another one in Erica’s obnoxious mouth, and a last one all over Mia’s massive tits.  He sat and drank a beer as he caught up with James, and got to know Tommy.  Turns out that James blocked his number a couple years ago when Murph kept bothering him about some stupid drama in their HOA.  It took a couple beers to settle it out, and James was going to unblock his number when they got home.  As they recharged late enough for it to be early, Murph told James about how much he knew and what he wanted to do going forward.

“Y’know that little pantywaist Drew told me everything about what happened up North?”  Murph said between sips of his current beer.

“Why the fook would he do that?”  James asked.

“He thinks ol’ Tommy boy here’s shtooping his wife.  And he’s right.  I saw enough video this week of you two lovebirds knocking boots to wrap this case up in 3 minutes, but I can’t use any of it.”  Murph said, looking at Tommy as he said that last comment.

“Why’s that?”  Tommy asked, sipping on a gatorade following his last facefucking of a trussed-up Maddie.

“It’s all Club shit.  Too many questions.  But I don’t want to break them up.  I wanna have some fun of my own.”

“What do you mean?”  Tommy asked, not sure he was liking where this was going.

“I want some fun with that perky blonde you’ve been fucking.”  Murph said, causing James to laugh.  “Don’t worry, I wanna fuck that big-tittied Bianca, too.  Really want both at the same time.”

“WHAT?!”  Tommy and James said in stereo.

“Don’t give me that look like I’m crazy.  I’ll keep all Club shit out of the way.  Drew’s hired me to track Morgana for the next month, and Bianca’s ex has had me on retainer for almost a year.  I have next to nothing on her, but Drew let it slip that everyone from the Cabin got a large settlement as payment for what they went through.  Phil’s looking for anything to use against Bianca to take the kid away so he doesn’t have to pay child support any more.  Doesn’t give a fuck about her, just doesn’t want Bianca to have her.  I think he’s a total prick which is why I have no problem taking his money.  But Drew fucked up and told me she’s getting bank.”

“Murph, if you think-“ 

“Now hold on cowboy.”  Murph said, cutting off James as Tommy sat there in stunned silence.  “Here’s my plan.  I’ve got a couple connections that can point me in the right direction of where the money went.  I’m guessing she’s locked it away for college or something like that.”

“Something like that.”  James said.

“What I do is confront her with some evidence of her hiding this money and what Phil wants to do to her.  Similar thing with Morgana.  I get some evidence of her doing some nasty stuff with Tommy, like going down on him in his car or going to a motel, and then I give them both a choice.  I tell their husbands everything, or they spend one night with me and I make it all go away.  They both know who I am and who I work for and what can happen if I talk to the wrong person.  Pretty sure they’ll agree.  Wanted to give you guys a heads up first.”  Murph said, taking a sip of beer.

“So, you’re just askin’ permission to fuck our ladies?”  James said, barely catching what he said until it left his mouth.  This was the first he thought of anything serious with Bianca.

“When you put it like that, yeah.  So what you guys say?  I’d rather work with ya than against ya on this.”

James looked like he was thinking about smashing an old school ash tray over Murph’s head, but Tommy spoke up first.

“Do it, but do it quick.  This can’t be months down the line.  This has to be now, while Drew’s out of town on this break.  He’s gone for 4-6 weeks, starting Monday.  You’ve got until November to pull this off.  After that, you won’t get a shot until next year, if at all.  And I want to see it.”  Tommy said.

“Well fuck, if he’s on board, guess I am too.”  James said, dropping his head in disbelief.

“Great.  A toast.  I look forward to fucking your women.”  Murph raised his beer.  James clinked his beer to his and Tommy joined in with his gatorade. 

Tommy figured this move out coldly and calmly.  If Murph did this right, Morgana would know that Drew no longer trusted her, and this would push her further into his arms.  Just like before, if hurting her a little meant that she would be his, he knew she’d be better for it in the long run.




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Something hadn’t sat right with Deputy Aly Holmes for at least a week.  Well, a lot of things didn’t sit right with her. 

The first was Deputy Scott Jackson eating leftover Omaha Steaks for lunch each day for a week and getting himself a chest freezer.  He’s a cheap son of a bitch who complains about leaving a tip at Harry’s and always moans about how broke he is, and suddenly he’s spending all this money on frozen meat?

Second, how things magically resolved themselves with that missing girl Maddie Kosar.  Not only did she reappear, but her parents sold a large chunk of land to Bob for quite a discount.  The sale price was far below market value and handled almost immediately.

The third and most important thing that didn’t sit right with her was the identity of the ‘bodies’ they found.  The blood from the scene was mostly contaminated but it the lab said they had enough of a sample and with the the toe they identified the woman as Kono Rin.  Interpol flagged her right away and reached out to her within 24 hours.  She was a member of the Yakuza in Japan and fell off the grid months ago when there was a coup in her family which resulted in dozens dead.  So what the fuck was she doing up here taking part in a gang rape of some random campers?

Aly knew there was something off with the crime scene, but she didn’t get the chance to go through it the way she wanted.  It took her a couple weeks, but she finally made the time to visit Running Bear off hours when no one was there.  No guests, no workers, no hunters, nothing.  Just a cute woman wearing camping clothes and carrying a backpack.  And her pistol, of course.

She walked the paths, replaying the events told to her by Bianca, Morgana, and Aislinn.  They had a nice walk interrupted by Kono Rin, who called herself Kim.  They didn’t mention an accent, which Aly found weird knowing who Rin was.  Interpol said they had no proof that Kono spoke fluent English, and that most Yakuza consider it an insult to speak anything other than Japanese unless necessary.  She walked back to the cabin, at least a kilometer.  That’s a pretty long walk for an injured woman.  When she arrived at the cabin, she saw signs that the cabin was under renovation and repairs for the next couple weeks.  The place was taped off and quiet now, but when she peered through the windows she saw that all of the furniture was moved around and that repair crews worked inside.

Aly shook her head in disgust.  Even if she could get in, everything changed.  All of the evidence of the attack was gone.  Hell, she could probably get enough hair and semen samples to nail Bob and all of the Bouchet Boys, but they could easily just as say that they’re part of the construction crew.

She was about to give up when she walked around the driveway one last time and saw something shiny and brass-colored on the ground, buried between amongst the gravel.  Aly bent down to inspect and was surprised at what she saw.

A spent 9mm casing.  One single, solitary bullet.

Aly pulled out her phone and took pics of where she found it, then carefully bagged it in its own evidence bag.   As she bagged them up, she recalled the part of the story where the fat man they called Not Dave #2 ran outside and fired off a round or two at the Bouchet Boys.  She stood  up and looked into the cabin.  The living room and dining room looked out right towards this spot.  This was where Morgana said she saw the fat man fall.

She went back to her notes from the case and the scene.  There were no blood stains over here, no bullet holes in the wall.  In fact, there were no blood stains found around the cabin.  The closest blood was found across the creek where the ATV tracks started.  That’s where they suspected the people were killed then moved elsewhere.

This changed her view on the case completely.  Before, she suspected that Bob was involved in everything that happened up here.  Now she knew for certain.  The man and woman that were allegedly killed weren’t members of the Yakuza but someone else meant to misdirect, and that Not Dave #2 and Kim were just regular old Americans, not royalty in the Japanese Mafia.  And this bullet could help prove it.

Aly might just have something here.  If she could find a way to tie this bullet back to one of the assailants, she could identify the man and possibly find some ties back to Bob.

It was a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless.

[To-Get-Her]

Oh is things beginning to unravel on most fronts? Very interesting things found out by Aislinn but such innocent ways-screwing the truth

Wondering how drew is going to take his sister-in-lay sleeping with his mistress?

By all means tale as long as you desire. You must be aware that I'll be around when the starts picks back up. Who knows maybe someone else will read and comment on it!

Merit awarded from me!

[Shocker]

finally caught up again. The way things are going the Chester Count Rape Club might end up getting fucked pretty bad.