Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

MICHAEL

Easing forwards, I rock, sliding in and out, gradually, slowly, a little deeper every time. She seems okay. I glance at James, who has a better view of her than I do. He is watchful but seems unconcerned.

You okay, Babe?

I think so, yes.

It feels great….

At first, she works my cock head with her tongue and lips, but then, as gradually I work deeper, she simply takes me. Pushing at the back of her throat, I am acutely conscious, that perhaps now, she might be uncomfortable, might gag.

But she doesn’t.

“Just relax….”

Oh God, but she feels good. Penetrating further, as I squeeze into her throat, it tightens on my cock-head. And now, her tongue massages my shaft.

Ooohhhh…… wow…….

It is utterly, indescribable….

I’d like to extend the moment, but I’m already poised to come, my balls tight with pressure. Seeing myself, pushed inside her, my groin pushed against her face, cock sheathed in her mouth, it’s too much.

Pulsing, I spill into her throat, shooting my full load deep inside. It’s so tight, so good. And, groaning, I shoot once, twice, and then a third time into her before it is too much and, with a gasp, I pull away.

As my head clears, she’s not moved. “Good?” she asks.

“Oh….” I stroke her face. “You have no idea….”

*****

CHARLOTTE

And yet again, I scan photographs, looking for faces. Not yet knowing who the police ‘spy in the camp’ is, Will Stanton, the Police Commissioner has provided the information to me directly, no intermediaries, and I am searching images of people known to be associated with Lawrence Klempner and his activities. Beth, keeping me company, is also looking. After all, captured by them herself for a while, perhaps she might notice something I miss.

Many of the photos are very old, drawn from files which have been collecting dust since the time of the original investigation into Blessingmoors. Some are taken from other investigations into similar criminal activity. Since Klempner and his gang have tendrils extending much further than simply the old Blessingmoors children’s home, I am being asked, yet again, to scan some hundreds of faces, now from many parts of the world. The investigation has become international. I begin to wonder just how big this is, and how much money is involved.

And yet, with so much at stake, given that I am to be witness in a trial against some of the criminals, why was I not simply murdered? Why was Klempner so keen to capture me? Because he knew my mother? Or claims to have done so?

It seems bizarre.

though we’d be

I’d rather carry on

could order something from room service

“Sure, whatever you like.”

the shower.” She orders a light meal for three, just sandwiches and a drink. “They said it

wearily watching face after face cross the

my stomach freezes. Jabbing at the pause button, I halt the slide-show, staring

who Will Stanton’s spy

“Beth….”

moment, the door buzzes. “That’ll be the food,” she says. As she unclicks the lock, the door slams open, men burst in, and before she can make a sound, Beth is seized, a

officer’ who bungled my first interview, and whose face now stares out of

again, Jennifer.” he

to call out for help; “Micha….” but before

edges and eventually, my body, gasping for air, betrays me, forcing me to draw breath.

*****

some small dark place,

A car boot?

wrists too, behind my back. And my mouth is taped tight, I cannot

speak through my taped mouth, I can only make inchoate sounds, no speech, but there is a reply, and, yes,

can only lie helplessly, wondering what is

*****

MICHAEL

to step into the lounge, just a towel around my waist, I remember that Beth is there with Charlotte, and take a minute to pull jeans instead. I’ve seen the looks she gives

need to tempt

step into the

Something’s wrong….

swinging wide. Chairs, and the table, are knocked to the floor, and there is

are nowhere in

Then shouting…. “Charlotte?

Jeez!

my mobile. “James. Charlotte and Beth are gone! Are

fucking not! I thought you were supposed to be

the shower. When I came out, about a minute ago, they

here…. raising the