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Undercover Ch. 15

The next day Martina called in to see how we were getting on. I fabricated an excuse to get Shaya out of the room so the two of us could be alone. She seemed a little disappointed when she found out it wasn't to have sex.

"I need to talk to Lexa," I said. "Can you call her for me?"

"Is everything OK?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. It's ... a personal issue. I'm sorry, Martina, but I'd rather not saying anything more than that for now."

"OK ..." She looked uncertain but did as I asked.

Once she had dialled the number for me, she left me to it to wait outside. I knew I could trust her not to listen in.

Lexa answered the phone after just a couple of rings. "This had better be important, Martina," she said, sounding tired and stressed.

"It's Ryan, actually," I said. "Sorry to call you like this, but I just had to speak to you. The thing is, I'm not sure I can do it."

"What? Don't do this to me now, Ryan, not when we're so close!"

"No, I don't mean bringing down Harry, I'm all for that still. It's what comes after. I don't think I can go back to being a police officer, not after all I've done here."

She laughed. "Oh, Ryan, is that all that's bothering you? Once this is all over, you can do whatever you want to do."

"That's the point, though. What I want to do is ... this. Running the club, working with the girls, all of it. Is there any chance that you will keep me on when you take over? I can't imagine being a cop ever again."

"Is that seriously what you want?"

"Is that a no?"

"Quite the opposite. I didn't think you'd want to stay. I was actually going to offer you a job, though I was sure you'd turn me down. If you want a job, it's yours, no question. Is that everything?"

"No. I have one more proviso. Once it's all done, I want Martina and Shaya put back the way they were. I want them to be their true selves again."

Lexa was silent for a time before saying, "You know that might mean they won't want you anymore."

"Yeah. At least I'll know it's real, though. I can't bear the thought of being with them and not knowing if their feelings for me are genuine."

"I can promise you they are. My Programme removes inhibitions; it doesn't -- it can't -- make them feel love unless they mean it."

"Even so, I want them put back."

"... All right."

"Thanks. So, when's this all going to go down?"

"I think it will all be ready in three days. Make sure your friend Jonas is ready by then."

She hung up on me. I called Martina back into the room and gave her phone back. I felt as though a great weight had been lifted off me. I enveloped her in a hug that took her by surprise, but she didn't protest it.

"Everything's going to be fine," I told her, much to her confusion. "It'll all be sorted out in the next few days and then the three of us can plan our future together. How does that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful," she replied. "I'm glad Lexa managed to put your mind at ease."

"That she did. But first, I need your help. We still have work to do."

*****

Martina drove me out of Carnastown to a motorway service station about halfway between there and London. I left my crutch behind; walking was virtually painless for me now. But I had brought something with me -- one of Harry's account books, donated by Rose.

We went to the café and ordered a couple of cups of tea while we waited. I instructed Martina in what she had to say and she seemed pretty set on the plan.

Twenty minutes later my boss, DCI Jonas, walked in and came straight over to join us. He frowned at the sight of Martina next to me.

"Sergeant Thompson," he said. "Who, who is this?"

"This is Martina, sir. She's a journalist who went undercover at the Grand just after I did. We've been working together."

"Really?"

"Yes, sir. She's proved to be invaluable."

"For a while back then we all thought you had gone rogue, Thompson. But, but then you hand us Dansby on a plate ..." He shook his head. "I can't believe he killed himself like that."

"I guess he didn't want to go to jail," Martina said.

"Mmm. Do you have more for me now, Thompson? This undercover operation has gone on much longer than I anticipated already. We, we need a good result on this to justify it to the higher-ups."

"I've struck gold, sir." I slid Rose's journal across the table to him. "You know the auctions you busted Dansby for? This is proof that Harry Coitan didn't just know about it, he actually planned it all. There are records of every sale, and of every purchaser. You can bring down everyone involved with that and the other ledgers in his office."

"This, this is excellent work, Thompson. I--"

"Forgive the interruption, sir, but this was just a bonus. The important news I have for you is that I've found Nicole White."

"What? And, and you didn't think to start with this information? Where is she? Is .... Is she all right?"

"She's alive, sir, but not really all right. Harry's been keeping her as a, well, as a slave I guess. She's chained up in one of the rooms of his suite on the top floor of the Grand."

"Couldn't you get her out?"

"I couldn't find the key."

"Then we must raid the Grand immediately!" He surged to his feet. "By God, keeping her as a slave? This isn't the Dark Ages!"

"Please sit down, sir." The few other customers were casting us more than a few strange looks. "We can't just go charging in. Who knows what Harry would do then? Let us go back in, get things ready for you. Have everyone ready to move but wait for my signal, sir."

Jonas slowly sat back down. "How much time do you need?"

"A couple of days, sir. That should give you the time to mobilise. There are innocents at the club that need to be protected. The girls ... they're terrified of Harry, sir, but I think that if I can talk to them, I can convince them to give evidence against him. He has videos of them, compromising videos, and he's using those to get the girls to do things they don't want."

"He tried it with me," Martina confirmed, "and because I stood up to him he's given me all the nastiest jobs with the lowest tippers as a punishment."

Jonas looked at her. "You, you've danced for him?"

"Yes. I'm not exactly proud of all I've done, but it'll be worth it to see that monster arrested."

"And so you can get a story out of it."

"To be frank, I'm not that concerned about the story anymore. I just want justice for those poor women. When Ryan told me about the Nicole ..." She shook her head. "He needs to pay."

"He will," I said grimly. "Sir, will you give me my two days?"

"I ... I will. Do what you need to, sergeant, and then come back to us. There'll be a promotion in this for you."

*****

We returned to the strip club before our absence was noticed. Martina was excited about how fast things were starting to move and I had to urge her to keep a lid on it and act as normal. For myself, even with Lexa's assurances of a job I was still worried. There was so much that could go wrong. People could get hurt, people I cared about. And Harry was unlikely to go down without a fight. Plus he and the bouncers could drag me into it and incriminate me. They all knew I'd done some morally questionable stuff in my time there. How many times had Harry said I'd done stuff no undercover cop could have done?

It was possible that Jonas wouldn't even accept me back into the police service if I wanted to. I had the horrible feeling I was reliant on Lexa for employment once this was done ... if I was in a position to be employed.

I went over the events of the past few weeks to work out if I had actually done anything illegal. As I wasn't actually a police officer at the time, I was pretty sure I hadn't. Except for that whole business with Dansby, of course, but Coitan was hardly likely to bring that up, was he? Maybe all I to do was keep my head.

I had two days to get my affairs in order, thanks to Jonas. And with instructions from Rose, I had work to do in that time as well.

Girl by girl, I worked my way around the club, getting them on their own and passing on a message from Lexa. With her hypnosis in place, all I had to do was say, "Your Mistress commands ..." and then tell them what they were supposed to say once the police arrived. They all happily agreed to it and carried on as if nothing had happened.

The last girl I had left to find was Saskia, one day after I had met with Jonas. She was in her room with her green light on. I paused, licked my lips. After tomorrow, there was a chance that such an opportunity would never arise again. I knocked.

"Come in!" she called straight away.

I went inside and found her on her back on the bed, legs thrown wide open and holding a small vibrator to her clit. She smiled at me.

"I'm glad it's you," she said.

"So am I," I replied.

I knelt down at the end of her bed to watch her play. Her pussy was already a little creamy.

"You want to watch?" she asked, looking at me between her legs. She grinned. "Go ahead."

I wasn't planning to move anyway. I was fascinated, watching the way her pussy twitched and quivered as the vibrator did its thing. A little line of pussy juice leaked out onto the bedsheet. Saskia started to moan and writhe about. A few minutes later, she reached an orgasm. Her moans grew louder, her legs shook and I watched her pussy contract. She cried out at her peak and collapsed, breathing heavily.

I didn't give her time to recover though. I crept up the bed and ran my fingers lightly down the insides of her thighs. I licked up and down her pussy, teasing the lips. She let go her vibrator and put her hands on my head, holding me close. I flicked my tongue against her already sensitive and enlarged clit once, twice, three times, until she nearly screamed with the ecstasy.

With one hand I rescued her vibe and put it back to use, while with my other I slipped a couple of fingers inside her. I kept licking her clit at the same time.

"Oh, oh god!" she cried. Her thighs clamped tight around my head as she came again. Her back arched, her sopping wet pussy pressed against my mouth until I could barely breathe. I didn't care though. Her scent enveloped me, her pussy juices tasted delicious.

I waited for her to come back down again, then kissed up her body, along her belly, both breasts, her neck, until I came to her mouth. She savoured the taste of her pussy on my lips, my tongue. I worked to undo my trousers and yank them down. My cock came free, erect and eager. I pressed the tip to Saskia's pussy but she jerked away from me.

"I want it in my butt," she gasped. "Please, fuck my ass."

"How could I say no to that?"

I quickly lubed myself up, then pushed her legs up so her ass was more accessible. This time she held still as I penetrated her. I slid half my length inside of her. She sighed, a look of bliss stealing over her face. I fucked her with long, smooth strokes. She gasped and sighed again, her eyes closed. I loved looking down on her like that as I banged her ass; she looked beautiful.

Saskia cried out when I suddenly pushed my entire shaft into her. I rested there a moment before carrying on fucking her, this time going in much harder each time.

"Oh yes, oh yes! Ooh!"

As I felt my orgasm coming, I thrust as hard as I could, our flesh slapping together, our breaths growing ragged. I pulled out almost all the way at the last moment, with just the head of my cock in her ass as I came. When I withdrew my dick completely a steady stream of sperm poured out of her butt and onto the bed. I immediately jammed two fingers in her asshole and bent down to lick at her clit again. I didn't stop until I made her come for a third time.

Once we had both recovered a bit I brought my fingers up to her mouth to suck clean. She did so with obvious pleasure, her eyes fixed on mine with a glint of mischief.

"There was something I wanted to talk to you about, actually," I said. "Your Mistress commands ..."

*****

With all the girls prepped, there wasn't much more for me to do -- except for one thing. Rose had been kind enough to tell me where Harry kept the recordings from the cameras in the club. While she kept him occupied with accounting stuff in his suite, I snuck into his office and went through them.

The videos of the dancefloor were fine; there was nothing incriminating on them and the footage of the orgy and Dansby's intervention was already wiped. But I went through and carefully erased everything from the cameras in all our bedrooms. Well, almost everything. I saved the clips of some of my threesomes with Shaya and Martina, as well as the video of when I fucked Shaya up the ass for the first time. Those I moved over onto a memory stick to keep for good.

It was when I was going through those vids that I realised what a voyeuristic pervert Harry really was. He had carefully organised and named each video depending on which girl or girls was involved, presumably so he could easily find his favourites. He seemed to favour Shaya and Saskia over the others, judging by the number of their recordings. If I'd had more time, I might have been tempted to watch a few more of them, although I knew that would make me as bad as him. Instead, I wiped them all from his computer's hard drive. I didn't want Jonas to see just how much I had gone native.

I managed to do all that without getting caught, luckily. I just had to hope that Harry didn't decide to watch any of his videos tonight and find that they were gone.

I spent my final night at the Grand with my two favourite women -- after I had removed the hidden camera and smashed it. Martina partly understood the reasons for the urgency and intensity of my lovemaking. Shaya seemed a little confused by it, but she made no complaints. I fucked them both in every hole, drank lots of water so I had the vitality to keep going most of the night. All three of us orgasmed multiple times as I made sure to give them both as much pleasure as they gave me.

When we were finally exhausted, we fell asleep together in a tangle of limbs, my head resting on Shaya's wonderful chest. If it was to be our final night together, I could think of no better way to spend it.

The next morning, while Shaya still slept, Martina enlivened me with her mouth and then climbed atop me and rode me hard. She ground herself against me, dug her nails into my chest, threw her head back as she panted and groaned. She fucked me like a wild animal, obviously as eager as me to enjoy our last moments together as much as possible. I drank in the sight, determined to commit every detail of her to memory. When I came, she laid down atop me and kissed me, then buried her head against my shoulder as I held her.

Shaya awoke slowly. When she saw us so close she rolled over to join us and I wrapped my arm around her. After a while, with parts of my body starting to grow numb, Martina climbed off me and went to take a shower. Alone with Shaya, I instructed her to lie on the bed and spent the next few minutes slowly exploring and kissing every inch of her body, starting with her feet and working my way up her legs. I kissed and gently licked her thighs all the way to her pussy. I spent a while there, stimulating her clit and fingering her until she came.

I kissed and caressed her breasts, nuzzled her neck, and finally joined lips with her as I slid my cock inside her. We made love one more time, slowly, gently, passionately. It was beautiful but once it was finished and I had come inside her, it suddenly hit me that it might be the last time. I rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands.

Shaya, always aware when something was bothering me, soon joined me and put her arm around my shoulders. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I could tell something was up last night, and now ..."

"I love you so much," I told her. "You know that, don't you?"

"Of course I do. Ryan, you're frightening me. What's this all about?"

"Do you trust me? Completely?"

She turned my head so I was looking right at her. "I trust you with my life, but right now I'm getting scared."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want that. But I need you to understand that this is for the best. I need you to trust me on this. Leave the Grand. Today."

"What?"

"Don't say anything to anyone. Just get out of here as soon as possible. Stuff's going to go down that I don't want you to be a part of."

"Ryan ... you can't just say that and not tell me what's going on. Are you in trouble?"

"Not me, no. We're ... Okay, I'll tell you this much. We're bringing Harry down. Today. This club, his whole empire, we're going to tear it all down around him."

"We? Who is this we?" She frowned. "Martina's involved in this, isn't she? I've seen the way you two whisper to each other all the time, leaving me out of things."

"Shaya ... Please, love, today's going to be hell as it is. I couldn't bear to lose you on top of everything else." I took her hand. "Harry's an evil man, Shaya. He's got a woman locked up in his suite upstairs so he can use her whenever he wants. He's done such nasty things to her ..." I shook my head. "He has to be stopped."

She stared at me with wide eyes. "He has a slave?" At my nod, she added, "I want to kill him myself!"

"Believe me, I know how you feel. But the police are coming. Later today, they're going to raid this place, they'll find Nicole and they'll arrest Harry. He's going right where he belongs. But I don't want you involved. You have to get out of here."

"What about you and Martina?"

"If she'll go, I'll get her out as well. As for me, I have to be here."

"Why?"

I took a deep breath. "This is why I asked you trust me. I've been working here undercover, Shaya. Ever since I started, I've been watching Harry and his associates to find if they've--"

She pulled her hand free from mine and shifted away from me. "You're a spy? You've been spying ... on me?"

"Not on you, I swear it! Oh, love, I wish I'd met you under different circumstances. But I'm done with the police now! Once today is over and I've done what I have to, I'm free of them. My sacking was official, even if the reasons were made up, and after all I've done here I doubt they'd want me back even if I wanted to go back. And there's a plan, a plan for all of us to keep on going afterwards. You just need to trust me for a little while longer."

I fell silent, watched her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed withdrawn, hugging her chest, her eyes fixed on the floor. I didn't know which way this was going to turn out. My heart pounded in my chest and I was filled with a greater fear than I'd ever known before, far worse than when Dansby shot me. If she rejected me ... nothing I achieved today would matter.

Eventually she let out a ragged sigh. "I don't like being lied to, Ryan. After all this, you're going to tell me everything."

"I will. I promise."

"All right, then. What do you want me to do?"

My heart sang with relief. Even though she was stiff towards me when I went to hug her, at least she didn't run away. "Is there anywhere in town you can stay for a while? A friend or relative that could put you up?"

"Well ... there's my sister, Allie. But--"

"Perfect!" I interrupted. "Go to her. Keep your head down for a while. I'll call you as soon as I can."

I wanted to say more to her. I wanted to just stay with her and bask in her company for a while. But it wasn't to be. My bedroom door opened -- without anyone knocking -- and Joey poked his head inside.

"Ryan, boss wants to see you. Now."

I managed to keep the dread from my face, wondering if I had already been rumbled by him. I smiled at Joey and said, "Sure. Give me a second to get dressed."

The burly bouncer nodded and closed the door again.

As I dressed, donning trousers, shirt and a jacket, I said to Shaya, "Don't hang about. Just get some clothes on, get some money and whatever, and get the hell out. Tell Martina to get out the shower and leave too."
Shaya stood and planted a kiss on my lips. "Come back to me," she whispered.

I rested my forehead against hers, our eyes millimetres apart. "You can count on it," I replied.

I left her reluctantly and joined Joey in a walk down the corridor. Time seemed to be moving so slowly. I could feel the tension rising in me the closer we got to Harry's office. The corridor felt as if it was getting longer, but then when we reached the door it seemed as though her had arrived quicker than we should.

Joey motioned that I should go in first. When I did, I found Harry seated behind his desk. He was facing a side wall, his fingers steepled in front of him, deep in thought.

"Ryan," he said without turning, "have a seat."

The sofa was piled high with boxes -- the only available chair was the one in front of the desk. I took it slowly, trying not to let my nerves show. Joey took up a position just behind my chair. The significance of that was not lost on me.

"Did you know Rose has disappeared?" Harry asked without preamble.

"No," I said honestly. Of all the things I imagined this conversation was about, that had not occurred to me. "What's happened to her?"

"If I knew that, I wouldn't have said she had disappeared, would I?"

"You want me to go look for her, boss?"

Harry smiled, a touch bitterly. "And where would that get me? Sending one traitor to hunt another?"

"Traitor?" I said, a slight tremble in my voice. I heard Joey shift his weight behind me.

"What else am I to think? My allies are taken down one-by-one, Rose does a runner to who knows where and when I check the cameras today, guess what I find? One camera has been taken offline -- yours."

"I ... I don't like the idea of being filmed. I found it--"

"Don't lie to me!" He slammed a fist down on the table. "We both know you found those cameras a long time ago. Yet today is the day you decide to get rid of yours? Don't take me for a fool, Ryan. I may have been stupid enough to trust you to start with, but not now. Everything that's gone wrong for me started when I hired you."

"Boss, I ..." My mind was racing as I tried to find a way out of this. I just needed a couple more hours until Jonas arrived. "I don't know what you're talking about," I finally said. "I've barely had anything to do with Rose since I got here -- I don't know where she's gone."

"Liar. You need to start telling the truth, Ryan, or you won't leave this office alive. Because your camera being destroyed isn't the only thing you've done in the last day, is it? All my recordings ... they've all been wiped. I assume you wanted to make sure there was nothing to incriminate yourself?" He laughed. "You fool. I've so many witnesses to you advising me to kill Dansby and make it look like suicide."

"And I've got dozens who'll say it was your idea and yours alone!" I snapped. I'd had enough. To Hell with trying to placate him. Shaya and Martina should be somewhere safe by now; I only had myself to worry about.

"What witnesses could you possibly have? The only people there were my people."

"You tell me not to take you for a fool, but that's exactly what you are. None of those women out there belong to you! They belong to the one who hypnotised them -- your wife! Did you really think Layla fucking Lloyd was the White Lady?"

Harry's face went white as a sheet. "Lexa? That's impossible ... I--"

"You what? You thought you had trained her as the perfect little housewife? She hates what you've made her do, Harry, and all this is how she's going to get free of you once and for all."

"You're lying," he said, but it was obvious he knew I wasn't. "That bitch. After everything I've done for her ... Well, I'll make her pay as soon as I'm done with you. You think you've beaten me, Ryan? I'm far from fucking done."

"Every woman here will swear blind that you've abused them, that you blackmailed them into working for you. The police already have your account book -- they know all about your involvement with the auctions."

Harry surged to his feet. "Why have you done this to me, you little prick? I've done nothing to deserve this! I built this empire from nothing!"

"I thought that for a while," I said. "You know, I really went native for a while back there. I enjoyed working here, I loved all the girls and I even liked you. But then you went and made a mistake. Do you know what that was?"

"Employing you in the first place?" he said sourly.

"You showed me Nicole White. You showed me what a fucking monster you really are. And now--"

We all heard it at the same time -- the sound of police sirens just outside the club. I smiled.

"Fuck you," Harry hissed. "Joey--"

I didn't wait for the bouncer to make the first move. I slammed my chair back as hard as I could into his crotch and midriff. The air was knocked out of him with a whoosh. I swiftly rose and grabbed hold of him before he could recover. A quick step forward and I slammed his face down into the desk. He dropped like a stone, blood pouring from his nose.

Harry picked up a paperweight and flung it at me, but it glanced harmlessly off my shoulder. In the distance, the front door to the Grand smashed open and people started screaming. I turned and bolted from the office, Harry in hot pursuit. But he didn't matter anymore. I needed to get to Nicole and keep her safe until Jonas could get up there.
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