Chapter 45
Past
Heaven. The collection of classic automobiles was every man's wet dream. My mind could barely comprehend the millions of dollars in horsepower within the tall walls of the massive garage. Monroe walked me through the tiled floor, giving me tidbits of background about each vehicle while I tried to keep my drool in check. Yes, I said tiled and there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt on the shiny white surface.
The only non-vintage vehicle that drew my attention was a new Porsche 911 GT3. It was no contest when it came time to take a car out. Monroe grabbed a set of keys from a glass case on the wall next to the door. "There is an old airport runway a few miles from here. We will head there and you can open her up."
"Do you want to drive to the airport?"
"No, Zach, this is your chance." Monroe laughed and handed over the keys. "She is all yours for the next hour."
If this was a bribe, it was a damn fine one. I had asked very few questions so far, but while I tested the strength of the 911, I felt compelled to bluntly ask Monroe his age.
"I am thirty-two, not that much older than you, though my life took a different direction early on. Do you like to kill, Zach?" he asked me like it was an offhand question. I was slowly learning that Monroe had a methodical reason for everything he asks and does.
The question was unexpected but easy to answer. "No, I don't."
"You will make a great cop. The government discovered early on that I had a knack for killing. The men I dispose of deserve it, but death eats away at my soul. I keep saying I will get out but the pull of duty, honor, and all that fucked up shit keeps me in."
"Were you a Marine?"
"Yes," he answered instantly. "Things progressed from there. I am glad you left. Atlanta PD made a wise choice in hiring you."
"Did you have anything to do with it?" My brain was scrambling. I already knew Monroe was deadly. I started putting two and two together and guessing at what had happened since I left the Marines.
Monroe's laughter filled the confines of the car. "No, Zach. Your decision actually made me play my hand differently, something I had not even considered. But, no more talk of this now. I have two female guests coming for dinner. They are hoping to get laid, but I will leave the choice to you. Meaning, it is your choice of which woman and what you want to do with her." Again, Monroe gave an easy laugh like he hadn't just turned the conversation from death to sex.
"Are they hookers?" I refused to be part of anything that would ruin my chances with the department and prostitutes would do it.
Monroe's laughter rolled again. "No. They attend a local kink club and I have used them as models in the past. The drawer beside your bed is stocked with condoms and a few other items if you desire to use them."
We were heading back to the estate, and my head was buzzing along with my cock. "Are there cameras in my room?"
"You are so very suspicious, Zach. No, no cameras. I am not into blackmail. A simple no from you will suffice. But, there are cameras around the outside of the property. If you decide to explore any sexual urges out here, you have been warned."
"Is sex always this casual for you?"
"Hmm, I have never considered sex casual, but even with your liberal parents and the sixties love fest they grew up in, your world has been very narrow when it comes to all the ways you can enjoy women. Both the ladies tonight would delight in teaching you and I do mean both."
It was my turn to laugh, albeit a little uncomfortably. "I don't think I need to start with two, thank you. How do you know I don't have a girlfriend?"
"The same way I know about your new career. There is an urban legend about saving someone's life and then being responsible for it forever. I researched the philosophy many years ago, and it is actually the invention of some fiction writer's imagination. The history of the phrase can only be traced back to the Wookie debt in Star Wars, but it has stuck with me. How can you not abide by the code of honor in Star Wars?" His smile turned boyish. "So, that is the long way around saying I have kept my eye on you and done my research. I will explain more tomorrow."
***
Past
The women Monroe brought in were not what I expected. They were beautiful, cultured, and almost nervous with anticipation if I was reading them correctly. Both spoke animatedly when Monroe questioned them about various happenings in their lives, but they kept their eyes down and referred to us both as "sir."
"Let us have a beverage in the sitting room," Monroe said as he stood from the uncomfortable couch in the formal area where we had been sitting.
The "sitting" room was actually a smaller more intimate area to talk, but to my surprise, both the women went to their knees on the polished wood floor when we entered. Their arms were folded behind their backs and their knees were spread. Fuck me.
"Oh, sweet ladies," Monroe said with a laugh. "You have shocked our guest."
Two beautiful sets of eyes lifted their gazes to me. Sara actually giggled slightly and crawled to where I was standing. She was a blonde, which is usually not my preference. There was no denying her beauty, though. Her blue eyes came back up and she raised herself slightly. My eyes went straight to her luscious breasts and that was about the only way to describe them. She placed her hands on my belt and I inhaled sharply. My gaze shot to Monroe.
"Come, my pet," he said and gestured to Belinda. "My guest is not comfortable with an audience."
He turned to me. "Sara will show you to your room when you are ready." Monroe took the other woman's hand and drew her to her feet. She had auburn hair and was shorter than Sara. "I am taking Belinda to my playroom. I will see you in the morning."
He left the room with Belinda trailing behind him. I didn't miss the look of pure worship on her face. She was fully under Monroe's thrall and I couldn't help but wonder how he did it so seamlessly.
"Does sir wish me to undress him?" Sara asked, and I turned my attention from the door that Monroe and Belinda left through.
I was helpless. I hadn't fucked a woman in weeks. My cock grew uncomfortably hard in the confines of my jeans. I didn't speak. I placed my hand on hers and moved them to the buckle of my jeans. I swore I had fallen down the rabbit hole. She unfastened my belt and pushed my pants and boxers past my hips. She licked her full lips before placing them around my cock. Her tongue came out and ran the length of me with wet, hot purpose. I was completely and utterly gone and had no will to stop the sweet assault. She took me deep into her throat and the feeling was amazing.
Until now, I thought any blow job was a good one, but Sara knew exactly what she was doing. Between her tongue, suction, and the convulsing of her throat muscles, I embarrassingly lasted half my normal time. When I tried to pull out before my release, her nails dug into my ass and I came in her mouth. Like the cars earlier, this was heaven.
She was wearing a satisfied grin when I opened my eyes. She very slowly righted my clothes and tucked everything back into my pants. "Did sir like that?" she asked in a husky voice. I was growing hard again and I hoped I could give as good as I just got. I placed my hand out and she took it. We headed straight to my room, where the condoms were. There were also various sex toys in the drawer that I removed and placed on the bed.
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