Making Monsters (5 page)

Chapter Five

Victoria gripped her pen so tightly the plastic creaked under the pressure. Spasms made her
legs shake. She focused on breathing through her nose and closed her eyes briefly, giving into
the tingling sensation that was building in the pit of her belly. Her leg was moved, and the heel
of her shoe tapped the back of her desk. When she looked down, she glimpsed dark brown locks
of hair flopping up and down. Chief Wald, her lover, moved his head to get better access to her
pussy. She dipped down a little farther in her chair, and her shoe tapped the desk again. Her
nipples were hard points in her thin bra; she resisted the urge to reach into her blouse and
massage the turgid tips.

Another knock; confused for a moment, she bent her legs to keep from kicking out, but the
rap was louder, and she realized someone was at the door.

 

“Come,” she spoke. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, little breaths slipping past her lips.

Mayor Krem stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He stared at her, and his
lips lifted in a small smile. He marched across the room and took a seat in the chair directly
before her.

“Where are we at with this murder mess, Victoria?”

She leaned forward and wiggled her hips. Blunt nailed fingers dug into her inner thighs,
holding her legs apart. The slight sound of slurping rose to her ears. She swallowed. Electrical
currents raced across her nerves, and she folded her arms and dropped her elbows on the blotter
to cover the tiny shakes rocking through her body.

“I spoke to Paul, told him what we…” She took in a deep breath and p
icked up her glass of
water, taking a quick sip. “…Sorry, my mouth suddenly went dry. As I was saying, I told him to
come in. He won’t.” Victoria ended her comment breathlessly.

“Are you being bad, Victoria?” Mayor Krem slid his hand over the front of his pants. His
dick jumped.

 

“Of course not, Krem.” She wrapped her hands around the arms of her chair to keep from
combing her fingers through Captain Wald’s hair.

 

“I stopped by Captain Wald’s office before coming here, and they stated he was in a
meetingwith you.”

 

Victoria shook her head and rocked in her chair; cream was pooling in the leather seat, and
the rough texture of Captain Wald’s tongue sliding over her sensitive folds had her breathless.

“Are you being satisfied, Victoria? Is Captain Wald doing his job sufficiently?” Mayor
Krem slowly unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled his generous cock out. The pale
muscle bobbed, thick veins formed a map over his shaft, his bulbous cock head seeping pre-cum.

Victoria stared at his dick and wiggled her hips. She gave up the fight and buried a hand in
Captain Wald’s hair, grinding her pussy against his mouth. Slowly, she started to unbutton her
blouse with her other hand. When she finished, she pulled one flap to the side and rolled the thin
material of her bra up over her breast. She took the nub between her thumb and index finger then
pinched down. A pleasurable moan escaped her lips.

“Stroke yourself for me, Krem. I want to see you come.” She dropped her head on the back
of the chair watching the man in front of her through half-lidded eyes.

Mayor Krem obliged slowly, pushing his hand up and down the length of his shaft in a
closed fist grip. The chief sucked her clit into his mouth; the building ball of sizzling energy
exploded, collapsing her world and rebuilding it within seconds. She closed her eyes and rose up
out of her seat; her legs shook uncontrollably. Her low wails set off a chain reaction. In her haze
she heard the Mayor grunt and opened them long enough to see him spew his cum across the arm
of her leather furniture piece when he turned. His shoulders bunched beneath his suit coat and he
grunted before slumping down in the cushions.

She rolled her chair back, and Captain Wald climbed up from beneath the desk. He pulled a
handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. With a smile, he bent and pressed his mouth
against her lips. Victoria tasted her juices in his oral depths as she pushed her tongue past his
teeth. She turned her head when he prodded for a deeper kiss.

Mayor Krem reached for his dick, and she watched as it slowly hardened in his palm. “That
was only a snack, Victoria. I want the whole fucking meal.”

 

“We have business to discuss.” She swiveled her seat so the captain could walk by.

Captain Wald stopped behind her and gripped the back of her chair, slowly swiveling her
around to face him. “We have a while. I’ve already issued the warrants naming them as people of
interest; it’s just a matter of time before they’ll be found. While were waiting though, I can think
of lots of games we haven’t played in sometime.” He grazed his erection over her bottom lip.
“Get up, and go get comfortable on the couch. I want to see you on all fours with that pretty ass
up in the air.”

She parted her lips to lick his dick, and he pulled away. A slow smile spread her mouth into
a wide smile, and her cream slicked her thighs. “What did you have in mind?”

 

The leather seat Mayor Krem occupied crackled as he rose to his feet. “I know what you
like, Victoria, and if you’re good, I’ll give you everything you want.”

She stood and slipped her blouse off, laying it across the arm of her chair. Her skirt soon
followed. Catching movement from the corner of her eye, she watched Krem remove his clothes
and lay down on the couch, his bulbous cock dancing in anticipation. She chewed her bottom lip,
and her nipples tightened to a painful rigidity. She looked at the captain. “Both of you?”

“Yes.” He lifted a hand and pinched her turgid bud.

Delicious sensations rippled along her never endings, making her pussy clench. If only it
was Paul making her juices flow. She lifted her chin, smiled at Captain Wald, and then sauntered
over to Mayor Krem. Staring at his shaft, she took it in her grip, positioned herself over his
member, and lowered herself onto his taut shaft. Inch by inch he filled her, and she closed her
eyes, preferring to slip into the fantasy that it was her assistant sending zaps of electricity along
her spine. Once seated, she started to move with fluid acuity, enjoying the feel of his member in
her passage.

Mayor Krem pulled her down flush against his torso. The hair on his chest tickled her nubs.
She felt him slide his hands down her spine and spread her butt cheeks as she continued to
flex her pelvis. Victoria’s ass bumped against Captain Wald’s cock, before he eased it between
her cheeks to press against her pucker. She stopped moving as he worked his dick past the anal
ring of tight muscle.

The mayor slapped her ass. “Did we tell you to stop moving?”

She opened her eyes and ground down on his dick, relishing the way his eyes rolled back in
his head. “Don’t get too comfortable, Krem. Don’t forget who this belongs too.” Captain Wald’s
shaft had pulled free from her ass, and she scooted her butt in the air and wiggled it. Looking
over her shoulder, she licked her lips before speaking. “Fuck me now, Wald.
Fuck
me hard.”

Taking his time, he slipped his dick past her starfish and thrust into her anal channel. A
feeling of fullness enveloped her. Mayor Krem used his feet for leverage and drove up, pounding
into her pussy as Captain Wald plunged down. The men developed a rhythm and she felt her
limbs giving way as waves of pleasure rocked through her. Wald grunted and collapsed on her
back as Mayor Krem lunged up, filling her to the hilt with his cock. The wails that fell past her
lips echoed through the room as Krem bellowed his own release. They lay in a heap, panting.

After taking time to catch his breath, Captain Wald reached around and wrapped a hand
around her breast. “What makes you think Paul is the murderer?”

Victoria leaned up, placing her elbows on Mayor Krem; she tried to add a worried thread to
her voice. “Paul’s been acting strange for weeks. I don’t know what’s going on. He practically
forced me out of his office yesterday. That’s when I knew something wasn’t right. It’s probably
that bitch he lives with. I knew she was no good.” Victoria met the mayor’s gaze.

They were quiet as each man removed his dick from her body. Again, she regretted the loss
and wished it was Paul that brought her such delicious sensations. Ever since she’d hired him
she’d had plans to seduce and control him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the type to take blind orders
which just added to her desire to have her new assistant. She’d seen the outline of his dick and
knew he would satisfy her like no single man had been able to. Together they could be a serious
power couple, with her paving the way for him to achieve great things in this town. Not
to mention the orgies she could have with him, Krem, and Wald. Shewouldn’t have had to go to
such lengths if he’d simply dropped the black bitch and given her a chance.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and watched the men clumsily clean up. What started
as blackmail to get into her position, turned into a threesome of erotic enjoyment. She took
measure of each man. Mayor Krem couldn’t afford to lose his wife or position, and yet he dug
himself deeper every time he came to her, dick in hand. She smiled. Captain Wald didn’t want
anyone to know he was addicted to pain killers, ones that she funneled to him through her office.
To get that next dose of oxy—if she said jump—he’d ask how high. They no longer questioned
her motives, strung out on sex and pills; they now simply did her bidding.

To reinforce the point to herself she slid a finger between her nether-lips and circled her clit,
swirling her digit in her juices. “Krem, come here.”

 

He tucked his cock in his pants and sauntered her way. A knowing grin on his face

 

“Suck my finger.”

 

Her took the digit between his lips and groaned. “You taste so good, Victoria. I’d rather eat
from your pussy.”

 

She smiled. Her clitoris throbbed between her thighs. “Captain Wald, what exactly are you
doing about Paul?”

“I’m sending additional units throughout the county, and floodin
g the red light district with
police presence. Maybe someone’s seen him, given his proclivity for sexual deviance. I disagree
with you about Malia if anyone is leading someone down the wrong path, I believe it’s your
young protégé. Malia Shelly is as sweetand professional as a person can come.” He settled on
the arm of the seat the Mayor had vacated earlier.

“Regardless, they must be found before they can hurt anyone else.” The phone chimed.
Victoria rose and crossed the floor to pick up the handset. “Coroner Frank’s office.” She waited a
minute before placing her hand over the mouth piece and looked over at her lovers. “Excuse me,
gentlemen. I have to take this.”

The men nodded as she turned her back. She stepped closer to the window and studied the
cloud covered moon. She quickly glanced over her shoulder before whispering, “This is the
second time today you’ve called me at this number. As much as I like you, Ivan, need I remind
you what will happen if your incompetence continues? I could make a nice, tidy sum off your
kidneys and triple that off your heart.”

“I know, but…” Ivan whined.

“Shut the hell up, and solve the fucking problem yourself.” She spun around and dropped
the handset in its cradle, lifted her face, and smiled at the two men in her office. “Gentleman, I
suggest you call your wives, and tell them you have to work late. Then, take off your clothes,
because I still need to destress, and you’re not leaving until I’m satisfied.”

***

Paul listened to the drone of the shower through the door. He lifted his glasses and rubbed
his eyes. Victoria Franks had been the base of so many of their arguments. He was tired of trying
to understand Malia’s dislike of Victoria, and frankly, he didn’t care; she was his boss, but Malia
was his life. He exhaled and pushed off the bed. A few steps across the room and he was rapping
on the thin barrier; she didn’t answer him. With a turn of the knob, he cracked the door and
steam billowed out, fogging up his glasses.

He wiped away the condensation and stepped over the threshold. Her body was a distorted
shape outlined behind the thin, white, plastic curtain. He slipped his glasses off and laid them on
the sink. He might have a hard time with words, but he would never tire of showing her how he
felt.

The metal hooks scrapped over the bar, and Malia looked up; her eyes wide. He saw how
she took in everything, assessing any danger. Paul smiled. She was his little warrior. He toed off
his shoes and stepped into the shower, clothes and all. She narrowed her eyes. The drape was
pushed outside the tub, and water rolled onto the floor. Drops, falling from the showerhead, beat
at his back. He raised his hands to cup her face.

“You are the only woman for me. Have been since the day we met.” He lowered his head
and pressed his lips to hers.

 

***

Malia stared at the man standing in her shower, fully dressed. He looked like Paul, sounded
like him, but his behavior was very unPaul like. The man was a planner. He didn’t act without
having thought out every nuance of his actions. But here he stood, nibbling at her lips like she
was the first cracker given to a starving man. She pushed her hands up his arms, dragging them
over the wet material that clung to his shoulders. Her fingers interlocked behind his neck, and the
brush of his hair tickled the back of her wrist.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, dueling with his tongue. His soft palms slithered
across her skin, stopping at her waist. He splayed his hands and gripped her hips, yanking her up
against his growing erection. Her nipples pearled into tight buds from the abrasion of his shirt.
He walked her back a step, forcing her against the wall. Cornered, she slid her hands from his
shoulders and between them. She gave a push, forcing some space in the middle of them. He
broke the kiss. She opened her eyes to his steady gaze; desire roiled within their depths shading
them a darker hue.

Malia’s hands traveled down his body, she clutched the hem of his T
-shirt and shoved it up
the hard ridges of his stomach and over his defined pectoral muscles. He raised his arms, and she
rolled the saturated fabric off them. She dropped the bunched clothing on the porcelain floor of
the tub. Paul leaned forward, touching her forehead with his and planted his palms on the tile at
both sides of her head.