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FBI Agent Blake MackLemore left the Harlem USA Ballroom beaming and with a swag that seemed to be out of this world. For the first time in years he was again important and held in honor and not only by the NYPD, the Federal Bureau but also by the New York State Police Department as well. Today, live on TV, in front of millions to see, Blake was named the head of an all-out operation known as Project Mayhem, an operation which connected the state police, NYPD, and the FBI together to hunt down and find one of the world’s most ruthless serial killers or whomever it was they were looking for. An operation that was put together to control the state’s crime rates and make its streets safer to walk on at night as well as during the daytime hours. Basically, Blake was the man and wished like hell that is wife Michelle was there with him to endure his moment of glory. Shit he had even wished that she cared enough to see it on TV at least.
See Blake truly loved Michelle and at times felt that she didn’t love him, which led to arguments, fights and lots of questioning in their marriage. Blake placed all his focus on his work and totally ignored his wife. He knew that she was possibly having an affair but never confronted her on the matter. In fact, he knew for sure she was after observing the way she came home at night apparently from being greatly fucked and headed straight toward their full bathroom to wash away her guilt and even then, he didn’t say anything. Nope, he just let it go and stuck by her side, in pain and all because Blake wasn’t a quitter and he knew that that was the easiest thing to do...give up. All this went through Blakes mind as he drove back home from his promotional ceremony and task force adornment. Blake was honored and given credit for busting a powerful Dominican Cartel that split up Northern Harlem all the way to Inwood.
After learning that the heads of the organization had weaknesses in the areas of 139th and 143rd street where they first established and gained their control, I mean thanks to both a young Paul and Victor, a fresh new team of U.S. Attorneys who had penetrated the cartel and established informants that fed both them and thirty percent where he worked at the time with information, he was able to do so. Then there was the credit for the federal raid that was conducted upon Blake’s promotion to be FBI and a variety of items were seized from properties such as fifty cal. Desert Eagle Semi-Automatics on 190 Lewis street Apt. 315 Rahway, New Jersey and approximately one hundred fifty million dollars in cash. All in which he took pictures holding the seized goods in marked evidence bags.
Then in another apartment in Cranford, New Jersey Blake and his team of agents came across a .45 Cal. Glock Semi-Automatic and four hundred fifty thousand dollars in cash. At the last property, which concluded Blake’s first huge federal bust, he and the team recovered from an apartment in Newark, New Jersey, a purple Porsche Panamera, a white Audi sports racing car, a fire engine red Range Rover, an F-350 Ford truck and a custom built motorcycle along with seven hundred fifty thousand dollars in property. Clips from the old raid was highlighted on TV giving Blake back his old stardom and his wife Michelle watched from home with tears of joy and all smiles at her husband’s acknowledgements for the past few weeks. Both she and Blake had been getting along. She had secretly been feeling the guilt of her actions and was trying to put an end to things with both she and Randy so that both her and Blake could get back on track with their marriage. Though there was a small but serious problem.
Randy was blackmailing her and it wasn’t money he wanted in his demands. It was nasty, shameful, filthy and slutty sex on tape too. However, tonight she was free after being fucked for hours in an abandoned building during the day on tape by Randy. She set up a sexy and romantic scene for her husband whom she felt deserved it before he came home. Michelle quickly rushed around the house dimming lights, lighting candles and leaving a trail of rose petals that led all the way upstairs to their bathroom where she would be found waiting for him in a tub full of bubbles and rose filled water. In their beautiful huge step in tub which was surrounded by candy bowls of chocolate covered strawberries and honey covered grapes. Tonight, they would fuck. Yeah after all the romancing, they would fuck slow, hard. Then fast for hours.
Meanwhile, while Michelle was upstairs in the bath waiting on her husband to come home to make love to her, she took the liberty to wash away the guiltiness of her sex act earlier that day with her ex-boyfriend Randy. In fact, she was so much into it she didn’t even notice Blake standing there watching her every action until he opened his mouth and startled her. He asked if all this was for him? He referred to the romantic scene she had created.
A startled Michelle screamed then answered, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Baby it’s all for you!” as the tears she could no longer hold back fell from her eyes.
The guilt fucked with her and deep down inside of her she knew that Blake knew something was up with her and had thought he was about to walk in on her and another man by the look on his face and the question he had asked her. For seconds there was an awkward silence as the two just stared into each other’s eyes. Then Blake just walked over and kissed his wife removing a honey covered grape from his bowl and fed it to her. He followed up with a kiss first and chocolate covered strawberries. Minutes later with half the desserts gone, Blake had removed his clothes and climbed inside the hot tub with his wife and the two started to fondle and feel on each other as if it was the first time all over again.
It wouldn’t be long before Blake had his wife Michelle draped over the rail of their huge step in tub sucking on her pussy as if it was some type of ice cream or something. It would be much longer after that that he held her in some position and madly fucked all hell from her but in the doggy style position. It had seemed as if Blake was a mad man inside the pussy and every stroke he took went down deeper and deeper. It was something about the thought of another man inside her that drove him nuts and caused him to be extremely rough with her and although Michelle was caught by surprise of his new and improved roughly sexual performance, she loved every minute of it, the biting, hair pulls, and ass smacking all bliss and didn’t know exactly what had just happened to her when it was all said and done. She blamed it on the promotion of Blake’s job. After the romantic scene and lovemaking in their tub, the couple retired to their room where they would rest for a while, watch a movie and make love some more.
Meanwhile on the news, a special was being broadcasted about the freshly new thirty-five people missing and more bodies that were found on the Long Island South Shore beaches. Identified faces were all over the TV screen as the news reporter gave off the names, their times and places last seen and where their body parts were discovered. Yoda who was freshly back from his business slash pleasure meeting in Texas just relaxed in the media room of his West Orange, New Jersey home and took it all in word for word but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Nope it wasn’t all because for that much he was responsible for. It was the mentioning of the new FBI and NYPD joint task force that was formed to clean up the streets.
A task force in which the reporter stated was clearly formed to stop what it was he was doing. This troubled him because the reporter also stated that the task force was planning to put all types of units and heavy patrol in his dumping areas as well as the areas his victims were being lured too. This made him uncomfortable very uncomfortable and he needed to smoke badly.
The girls were out with the four New York recruits so pussy was out of the question. As Yoda began to get his dose of medicine together he heard it and this forced him to stop what he was doing. He watched the TV once more. He got a good look at the new FBI head director Blake MackLemore, the man that was soon to become a royal pain in his ass if not already so. Yoda’s eyes were glued to the television and he made damn sure not to move until Blake’s face copied permanently on his memory files. Once he felt that was done, he proceeded to get high because with the new recruits on the way he had a lot on his plate and needed to be high to eat it all so nice and easily the way he liked things to be.
Meanwhile, both Raven and Madeline were out shopping with the four new girls Olivia, Angela, Cassie and Aliza. They decided to stop and end their little spree with the toasting of their newly but royal family in which Raven was the queen of hearts and Madeline the queen of spades. Their drink of choice were cocktails as they found their way into a Dave and Busters in Golden State Mall. The atmosphere was live, the place was crowded and there were people everywhere. The women all carried lots of bags from boutiques such as Prada, Gucci, Fendi, Alexander McQueen and Victoria’s Secret to name a few. Seating would later prove to be a problem in which they had to figure out.
Finally, after getting everything squared away the women sat, chatted, and drank their cocktails...after all they were friends. Well Raven, Olivia, and Cassie had all come up together as did Madeline, Angela, and Aliza in the beautiful state of Florida together. It was all love being that both Madeline and Raven knew their friends very well and to the point that they were more than sure that Yoda would love them too and every single bit of them! Time was beginning to be of an essence so the girls finished the last of their drinks, grabbed their many designer bags from their shopping trip then headed out the doors of the mall quickly on their way to their West Orange, New Jersey estate.
Meanwhile back in the life of superstar FBI Agent Blake MackLemore's world, all was running smooth and going well. Both he and his wife had been fucking like jack rabbits lately and couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Between the news, state police department's, bureau and the NYPD; they were not the hottest topic but the go to guys. What more could a man want from life, Blake asked himself. He was less than twenty-four hours away from another honoring ceremony where he and a few others would be acknowledged for their works and accomplishments a pre-Thanksgiving dinner would be served and then there would be a party with music and drinks all in the Hilton Gardens Inn Hotel ballroom right there in Manhattan. This time Michelle would be right by his side through it all. The party would last for two days and after that it was to work for him and the other officers and their law enforcement agencies. Blake was excited and had made reservations for a two day stay there at the hotel where he would meet his wife who was at work.
That way they wouldn’t have to leave and come back for dinner and the ceremony. FBI Agent Blake had left his house and was on his way to run a few errands before he checked into the Hilton Gardens Inn and as he was busy doing so his lovely wife found herself being fucked in the back of Randy’s black Range Rover in the parking lot of her office building after first giving him a mean blow job.
“Um, um, oh my God!” Michelle loudly moaned followed by the slapping sounds of Randy’s balls against her ass cheeks.
Today Randy was fucking her with a vengeance as if he had something to prove and it was all because she had finally built the nerve to tell him that after today it was over that she didn’t care if he came clean or not because she was tired of betraying her husband and was planning to do the same thing. Michelle just wanted things to end which was why when Randy called her cell phone and told her he was outside of her job she was more than happy to take him up on what she believed to be their last and final act.
Now she was in the back of his truck bent over taking it like the true freak she was. Michelle couldn’t lie, the dick was good. Randy began pumping hard and fast and her moans matched his every stroke. Michelle was good and at this point had gotten excited thinking it was over but was taken by surprise when Randy removed his dick and started to lube it along with her asshole with K-Y Jelly. Instantly, she got scared and before she could protest he rammed his average sized dick deep into her back door.
Michelle screamed in pain as it was too much for her to bear but this was it. This is the last time she told herself as she allowed Randy to violate her anal area. Tears escaped Michelle’s eyes as she began to moan from pleasure. The pain was no more and the sensation she was feeling from the experience was great. Both Randy and Michelle fucked for her entire lunch break inside his vehicle.
When Michelle finally got out of Randy’s Range Rover, she could barely walk straight and she was sore. That wasn’t really what brought the tears to her eyes, nope! It wasn’t at all. It was for the fact that for the entire period that she was screwing Randy. Blake had been trying to call her and it deeply bothered her that she didn’t answer his calls because she knew that she would have to make up some crazy sort of lie to tell him in excuse of her not answering her phone.
Blake had checked into the Hilton Gardens Inn Hotel of Manhattan and was just calling to let his beautiful wife know that such was so. But when he failed to get an answer, he started to worry about calling her job and finding out that she was out to lunch.
“What the fuck was going on with her?” he thought feeling a bit angry with her.
Then quickly decided to just let things be that night. Both Blake and Michelle attended the pre-Thanksgiving dinner ceremony and party have a lot of fun drinking and dancing.
Blake even took the liberty to walk his lovely wife around the hotel’s ballroom and introduce her to his partner’s friends and their wives. Things were lovely and going very well and that night hot steamy sex seemed promising for the apparent love birds. Unknowingly to them, someone had other plans and these plans were the type that could ruin everything. Break hearts and possibly destroy lives, not ever being one to take rejection so well. Randy, knowing that there was some type of function going on for Blake and his pig ass friends slash partners, had decided to book a room at the same exact hotel and was even lucky enough to land one on the same floor.
Once the honor ceremony started, he started to threaten Michelle with all the slutty tapes they made unless she came to his room for sex immediately. As much as she wanted to tell him to fuck off, she couldn’t because she was sure that he would make good on his promise to put the sex tapes on the overhead projector of the ballroom and humiliate both she and Blake by showing the entire police academy and whoever was watching the TV of what both she and he had been up to behind her husband’s back. That night, she gave into his bullshit all over again.
Randy really had a rope around her neck and she didn’t like it one bit because ultimately, she knew that his true goal was to destroy her for not keeping his baby and leaving him for a cop. He wanted to destroy Blake for taking his girl with him. Randy was a sick, hurt, mad man.
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Chapter Eleven