Silence and Stilettoes, Pt. 12 – Effective Motivation (Vote) (Patreon)

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“The normally cold steel of a gun barrel presses against the back of my neck, only this time it’s not cool to the touch at all. This particular gun has been fired recently, the heat is still there, of only a little. Natasha’s hand is the one holding the trigger… she’s never been shy of making use of it… she’s never been very fond of me either.

‘What makes you go to all the trouble to set up an elaborate trap just for me, Natasha?’

‘You’d never be alone in a room with me otherwise, now would you? You were never that dumb…’

‘I’d like to think not…’

Natasha and I have a bit of a past together. We don’t go way back, we don’t have ties that bind, we don’t even like each other, but we can never seem to keep to ourselves either. Back when I was an official officer with the city’s police force there was a brief time we both wore the uniform… though I will admit she certainly wore it better.

We shared a precinct but we never shared a case since I was a detective by the time she made patrolwoman. She had a reputation even then, one as bad as her attitude. Many a time a suspect would come in with blood on his clothes, and cum in her luscious red hair… a few times a culprit never came back when she was sent as the arresting officer.

You’d think she’s be in a cell herself by now… but no. That’s not how this city works, we don’t even have an internal affairs bureau anymore, and she was rewarded for her... record, we’ll call it. When one of our undercovers came to his retirement party in the black bag, she was the natural choice to run among the darkest dregs of the city’s gutters. And now, she’s looming over me.

‘Well, you caught me, now what are you going to do with me?’

I make a joke, my voice holding steady, as I attempt to stand up from my stooped knee and stare her in the eye like equals. She only jabs me with her gun barrel to stop me in my tracks. She’s serious… This could go very badly.

‘Stay down, Roy. You’re right where you belong.’

‘Alright, to business then. What has you so mad at me this time? I wouldn’t have thought you gave a single fuck about the murder of a city star like Mark Perkins, and I don’t have any other open cases…’

‘You’re right, I don’t give a fuck about what the rich boys get up to. That’s not why have you here. You spooked one of my best quarries and now she’s gone. Not even I can find her… She may not even be in the city anymore… ’

‘You mean Selina?’

‘That’s the one… I was going to have that pussy mounted on my wall before the week was up, if not for you.’

‘You know, she is a key person of interest in my murder, what do you think I was going to do? Just let you kill her without ever talking to her? You we’re just too slow to-’

I hear the gun pressed to the base of my skull being cocked. Best not finish that sentence. It’s not worth my life.

‘Go on. Finish that thought Roy. Give me any reason…’

I don’t. I know she’ll do it, so instead I give her moment to cool off before I calmly try continue our little chat, and to talk my way out from under the barrel of her gun.

‘Ok, I get it, you’re mad at me for stepping on your toes, but what do you want me to do about it now? If I could find her I wouldn’t be searching for my murder weapon…’

‘I don’t care what you do. I’ll find her eventually, she can’t hide forever. What I want is to show you your place. I’m sick of you doing this to me, and it’s not going to happen again.’

‘… Still sore about the Marco murders… I see…’

It may as well be ancient history now, but Natasha also tried her hand at hunting Marco from the outside when he did… what he did… Only I got there first. What can I say? It seems being smart about the clues beats out roughing up street trash for scraps is a better way to catch a psycho. She wanted a prized head for her record, instead I sent him running from the city… It’s apparently still a sore spot.

‘Roy, you want to crawl out of this alleyway alive, don’t you?’

‘I wouldn’t mind it, now that you mention it.’

‘Then do as I say, and prove to me you know your place, right down there at my heels.’

‘You expect me t-’

‘Ah-ah-ah! You stick your nose in my business enough as it is, why not go the whole hog? Now put that tongue to good use for once. Don’t say another word, just eat my grade-A cunt until I say so, or you’ll never get off your knees again. Understand?’

I sigh a little sigh from my place on the other side of her pistol. I was somewhat expecting this, knowing her reputation, but I was hoping she’d have some respect for an ex-fellow officer. The sound of her dropping her pants down to her ankles and leaning against the nearby wall makes it clear she has no regard for my part in all this.

‘… Fine… Put the gun aside and let’s get this started.’

‘Oh no, the gun is not going anywhere. That’s where the real fun comes from. I’m going to rest it right… here… and let you get to work. Best of luck.’

She so gently pokes my temple with the gun as if it were some harmless toy, not the killing device that she’s ended so many crooks with. I admit it makes my heart pound in my ears. This could go really badly… best I give it my utmost…

I spend a long few minutes putting me tongue to her pussy, her hot and humid slit a stark contrast in my mind to the cold gun pressed to the side of my head. It serves as some rather effective motivation. How did that song go? Something about loaded guns in your face, and having to deal with pressure…?

She makes it a point to call me a dog, a gruff bulldog if anything, so I started by lapping her up and trashing my tongue wildly up and down her exposed puffy lips. I nipped at her stiff little bud in defiance and made her wriggle under my dogged attacking… I had to pull it back when it made her a little too excited, a little to shaky on the trigger for my liking…

… Next I played it a little safer, taking my time to explore around her lips and folds, taking the flush pink and the sticky sweet juices she secretes. She was hot and wet long before I started, she must have been sitting in wait for me the whole time just aching for me to fall to her trap so she could have me do this…

Her taste slowly and steadily floods my mouth. She tastes like a slut. She tastes like how she looks, like a red hot, spicy piece of candy cane with curves that only make you want to lick harder and push deeper. In response she starts to pant and hum in pleasure, with coy little words of excitement falling from her pressed lips every time I have a lick.

I can’t shake the look of her in her old uniform from my head now… how young and fresh faced she looked then… How tight the small suit would cling to her… How much her oversized rack would push over her shirt no matter how much she tried to reign it in… How her badge would rest on her left breast and draw the eye down the rabbit hole of her cleavage, while the nightstick and belt buckle would make your gaze follow her boxy area when she walked your way, the very same boxy area I now graze on.

She was always a spunky little firecracker that the whole precinct wanted to have dance on their dick… it never seemed to matter her partners never lasted long at her side, even the seasoned veterans, she always had no trouble getting another to fill those shoes. I never thought I would have my chance, never like this, but since I do, I give her all I have. It’s beginning to shake my ‘fatigue’ after seeing to Ivy’s needs not too long ago…

I suck and sip at her labia while a sly finger finds its way up to her perineum, tickling just below her knot as I stimulate her with some delicate movements. It doesn’t matter where I learned to do that, or who taught me. For a while it works to get her further down the line, but soon after she begins to get a little restless, and a lot greedy.

‘Pick up the pace Roy, I’m all full up on foreplay, get stuck in there with your mouth and get me to the finish… Before I start flexing my trigger finger’

She traces a small circle around my temple with the barrel again to keep me in line. She’s starting to really get me mad with that too. She’s not one to kid about anything, but she’s rather carefree about holding a loaded weapon to my head. All I can do right now is turn that outrage into passions while I keep one eye on that gun in her hand…

I bury my tongue as far deep as I can in her. A good inch or two at the very least. My hit breath burns against her bright red meat folds, my nose presses her clit like a button repeatedly as fold my face to her loins, and my strong jawline and chin furrow a line through her pussy’s outer nerve endings. He free hand hold me there as she grinds back, her panting turning to a whore’s moaning and screeching.

She orgasms right in my face with a wet splurge. I always waste the chub in my pants and join her. Her juices, and my spit, run down her legs in small streams of fluid. It’s a sign of a job well done and a point of pride for me, the only sad part is that my cum isn’t yet in the mix… maybe if I keep up in her business some more she’ll have to give me another lesson in where my place is?

Or that’s what I thought in that moment of weakness and baseness. Lucky for me I never let down my guard completely, it just isn’t in me, nor is trust in hers. As I try and a suck down my first breath post-cunning, from the corner of my eye I see her finger making a move, it squeezing, not pulling, on the trigger.

In almost lightning like reflexes I bat the pistol away just as she fires. The bullet makes a hole in the brickwork behind me. She intended to shoot me all along the conniving bitch. Without the element of surprise she has a weaker advantage over me now that we both no the score, and so I continue to press her hand away and slam it into the wall. Her grip is weakened by the orgasm still flowing through her veins and the pistol falls to the floor with a bang.

That’s about as far as I get though. With her skill, not to mention her youth the fact I’m still on my knees, any attempt at turning my disarming thrust into an armbar or a hold is not going to work. The best I can do is to pull her to the ground with me, where we end up in a tangle in the alleyway.

My cock jab jabs her in the hip as we roll, not unlike how she kept her own barrel held against me, and I become painfully aware that she’s still without her pants. I don’t need that kind of distraction right now… 

… A hearty heeled kick lands in my midsection for my stupidity of that small opening. The pain sets me falling forward and burying my face deep into her cushioning breasts. My entire body weight slumps and pins her beneath me and I lie there, face in her cleavage, the juices she left on my face now sticking me to her exposed chest. That’s one way to force a stalemate, I guess…

‘You… you were going to kill me all along, weren’t you?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Why…’

‘I don’t like you… and I could get away with it…’

‘It’s that easy for you? I wonder what I could get away with like this…’

‘You wouldn’t… You’re too much of a Good Guy to even try.’

‘I don’t know about that… I need information and I think in your sensitive state right now, you might just be susceptible to screaming some things I’d like to hear. I’m not exactly feeling merciful right now either…’

She’s right though. She may be smoking hot, but I’m no rapist. I’ll fuck her brains out some other day when she begs for it. She’d probably twist my neck before I got my own pants down anyway. But I do think she has some useful hints to give me if I press her hard enough.

‘You were once on a case involving Councilman Miller, right? I seem to recall you had to go to his private apartment where he does all his side business quite regularly back in the day, or am I wrong?’

‘So what if I did Roy? Can you get to your threat please, you’re really fucking heavy and I want you off me already…’

‘Fine, we’ll do it your way again. Show me how to get to him one-on-one for a little chat, or I frog march you to the Rats Nest right now and let them have a night getting some Justice on an undercover cop they never knew was among them.’

While I distract her with my little chatter, I slide my hand up her thigh, her hip and the veer off under my own shirt where I at last get my fingers around my own gun, my lifesaving little snub nose special. Pressing it against her belly I let her know I have it, and I’m serious. She has a choice to make now, and I hope she’s smart about it… only an idiot would take the gutshot…

‘So what’s it going to be Natasha?’ ”

What does she choose?

Be hard boiled and beWilder!