Karen Troy tapped her pen on her desk keeping a steady rhythm while the eyewitness sitting across from her droned on repeating for what seemed like the hundredth time the tale of woe surrounding her neighbor's supposed theft, and vandalizing of her car.

"I know it was him, detective, he has never forgiven me for backing over his prized rose bushes last summer. The bastard has had it out for me ever since that time!"

"So...You think your neighbor stole your car in retaliation for your malicious murder of his roses?"

"I know it sounds a little crazy, but trust me that man is nuts about those roses. I wouldn't put it past him."

Karen did her best not to roll her eyes taking down the victims statement in her tight handwriting. When she had made detective the previous year, she had thought it would be her ticket to a life of more exciting cases, but it seemed as if the only thing her boss was interested in throwing her way was the most trivial jobs he could find. She finished taking down all the pertinent information she could glean from the older lady across from her and sent her on her way with a promise that she would get a call if anything turned up.

"You going to interview the neighbor? It sounds like he had a strong motive," laughed her partner after the victim had left.

"Stick it, Howard! God, just once I would like to get an assignment with some real meat on its bones. You know what I mean?"

"It beats running prostitution stings doesn't it?"

The mention of her past work in the sex crimes unit made Karen wince, and frown sternly across at Howard Mannix. The two of them had been put together just a few months ago, and he never tired of ribbing her about her history before making detective. It was true that her beauty had gotten her tabbed to play the fake whore on many occasions. She had made plenty of arrests while doing it, but it bothered her that she got those assignments more because of how she looked in tight clothes than because of her abilities as a police officer.

Her retort was cut off by a voice from the direction of the captain's office.

"Hey, Troy! Captain Mercer wants to see you!"

Karen rose from her desk and walked briskly across the room with one last dirty look over her shoulder at her partner. She stopped just outside the door to pull herself together hoping that perhaps this time there was a case worthy of her talents waiting for her on the other side.

"You wanted to see me, Captain?"

"Have a seat, Detective."

Rick Mercer looked up from the file folder in front of him. He prided himself on being a fair cop, and an even more equitable boss, but it was hard not to see Karen Troy as anything other than a woman. He had grown up in an old school family where the woman stayed home and raised the kids while the man went out to make money. On paper, Karen had all the right credentials, and her arrest record was exemplary, but he still felt uncomfortable relying on her for the hard cases. Still, the one that was sitting on his desk right now should be right up her alley based on her experience.

"Karen, I have a special assignment for you. It's undercover work, and there is going to be an element of danger to it certainly, but the pay off could be huge in terms of protecting the public."

"I'm listening, sir."

"There is a local gang running drugs, and prostitution rings around the city. Their leader is a guy named Max Kessler. This guy is a real piece of work. He has been linked to a number of homicides, but we've never been able to get any evidence that would stick. Every time we have managed to get a witness to something he was involved in Kessler has gotten to them and intimidated them into not testifying or just removed them from the picture. The good news is we may have gotten a break. An informant on the inside got a tip that there is a big shipment of drugs coming in some time in the next couple of weeks. It's big enough that Kessler is going to be there personally to take possession of it. If we could get the details of that delivery, we could be there to nab Kessler, and likely a good chunk of his gang along with him."

"It sounds very promising, sir."

"There is a problem. The informant doesn't have the time or place. This is where you come in. Kessler's most lucrative prostitution ring is run out of his club, The Dream Room, over on the corner of Stark Avenue. It seems that the madam that was taking care of the operation met with an accident, and they are in the market for a new lady to take care of things. We think our best shot at getting the information we need is to get someone inside Kessler's organization, and this is just the opening we need."

Karen frowned,"You want me to play the prostitute again?"

"Not a prostitute exactly a woman who runs prostitutes. You have plenty of familiarity with how these things work so you should have no problem passing yourself off as an experienced madam."

"I suppose," said Karen doubtfully.

"Look, detective, you wanted to get a real assignment, and this is a high profile case. If you can help us make this arrest, it would go a long way toward getting folks around here to take you seriously."

"I hear you, boss. O.K., I'm in."

"Good. We will set up a meeting for you at Kessler's club tomorrow."

The office door shut slowly behind her as Karen left. Captain Mercer watched her walking away with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. She had the background to pull this off, but if anything went wrong, and Kessler figured out she was a cop, then she wasn't going to get out of there alive.

Traffic was light on the way home, and Karen drove with the radio turned down thinking about what she had just volunteered to do. The captain was right that she had the knowledge to pull this off, but it was going to be very dangerous, and she had more than herself to consider. Ever since her deadbeat husband had left with his secretary five years earlier, she had been raising her son, Charlie, on her own. He was a fine boy, kind, and handsome with a talent for music that impressed her all the more since she couldn't carry a tune. They had just celebrated Charlie's eighteenth birthday the previous weekend. He had been devastated when his father left, and she hated the thought of what it would do to Charlie if something happened to her on this job.

She had to park in the street when she arrived home because there was already a car in her driveway. The battered-looking old Ford Mustang belonged to her son's best friend, Ronnie Foreman. Karen shook her head as she walked past the car, and took the steps up to her modest one-story home. The truth was that she didn't approve of Ronnie. He was a bit of a troublemaker and was always getting himself into messes. There had been more than one occasion that he had been arrested for petty theft or driving while intoxicated. She knew he had a tough home life with an absentee father, and a mother with a severe drinking problem, but it didn't excuse his behavior. The only reason she hadn't banned Charlie from spending time around him was that the two got along so well, and she hated to disrupt Charlie's life more than it already had been.

The music was blaring down the hallway. Karen laid her purse on the table near the door and walked toward her son's room.

Ronnie Foreman sat on his best friends bed reading the lyrics to the song they were listening to from the insert he had pulled from the scratched up CD case.

"Man I tell you, The Monks are an amazing band. These lyrics are like poetry, dude!"

"I think you might be overstating their abilities just a little," laughed Charlie.

"I grant you they lack your God-given talent to spin words into song, my friend," chuckled Ronnie in reply.

"I think Charlie has them beat hands down," said Karen from the door.

Ronnie lowered the sheet of paper in his hands and felt his heart rate rise in the opposite direction. No matter how many times he laid eyes on Charlie's mom, he never got tired of looking at her. She was the very definition of an M.I.L.F as they say on the street, a mother I would like to fuck! Her dark brunette hair surrounded her perfect oval face in long waves setting off her green eyes. As she moved across the room to hug Charlie, she smiled pulling her full lips back from her even, white teeth. The conservative outfit she was wearing didn't show them off, but Ronnie knew she had a spectacular set of large, round breasts that on the rare occasions he had seen her in a bathing suit put most other women's to shame. Even in her late thirties, Karen Troy was a looker, and his fantasies about her had been many and varied.

"I'm going to start some dinner. Are you staying to eat, Ronnie?"

"Thanks, Ms. Troy. I would appreciate it."

When she left the room, Ronnie took a long look at her tight ass as it wiggled its way out the door.

"Damn dude your Mom is so..."

"Don't say it, Ronnie! I've been listening to you pine for my mother since we were in middle school. It's starting to get old."

"I can't help it if your mom is a gorgeous lady!"

"You could at least keep it to yourself," said Charlie tossing a pillow at his old friend.

"Ha! Whatever, man. I hope she makes spaghetti. That woman can cook almost as good as she looks."

Dinner was, in fact, spaghetti, and Ronnie scooped a generous portion from the bowl on the table. Karen watched him shovel the food away like it was his last meal. She strongly suspected that he didn't get fed regularly at home. He was a little on the thin side, though he ran track at school which might explain it as well. Ronnie was quite a handsome young man, with the curly dark hair around his swarthy face revealing his Italian background. His dark eyes shined in the light from the candles on the table. In a way, he reminded her of her college boyfriend, Jimmy, who had also been a tall, thin Italian. They had dated for a couple of years before his family had moved back to the old country, and Jimmy had decided to go with them. The one thing she remembered very clearly about him was the large size of his sex organ, and how well he could use it. For a moment she caught herself wondering if it was an Italian thing, and if so would Ronnie be as well endowed, but she quickly crushed that thought.

"Sick Karen! Thinking sexy thoughts about an eighteen-year-old!" she admonished herself.

It was most likely because she hadn't had sex since Charlie's father had left. Most of the time she didn't even think about it since she was so busy with work, but every once in a while her body would remind her that she was still a woman with needs.

"Well, that's what they make vibrators for after all," she thought as she took a bite of spicy meatball.

"I hear the track team is looking sharp this year. You guys might even have a shot at a state title," remarked Karen.

"We will see. I've been working out extra hard to get ready, but you never know. It's a long journey," replied Ronnie.

"Ronnie's just pissed because the coach told the team no sex during the season," joked Charlie.

"Dude!"

The whole table dissolved into laughter as Ronnie turned bright red.

The boys helped clean up afterward before they went back to Charlie's room while Karen sat on the couch going over a dossier on Matt Kessler. He was a real slimeball with his fingers in many illegal pies. It would be a pleasure to get him off the streets. She was lost in thought, but her attention was drawn to the hallway when the boys went walking by headed to the front door.

"You guys going out?"

"Yeah, Mom. We're just going to meet some folks down at the record store to hang out."

"Don't be too late it's a school night."

"No worries, Mom."

Charlie and Ronnie walked side by side. The record shop was only about five blocks from Charlie's house and given his interest in music they spent quite a bit of time there. As they crossed the street near the intersection where the store sat, Charlie couldn't help but notice how rough his friend's shoes were starting to look with the sole of one flapping loosely with each step.

"Hey...Uh...Ronnie. You know I have an extra pair of shoes you could borrow if you want."

"What? Are you saying my shoes are looking raggedy," said Ronnie in mock horror.

"Well..."

"Don't worry about it. I have a line on a new job that is going to have me flush."

"Is that right? Where? Like at the pizza place or something?"

"Please! Pizza delivery! I am so far above that sort of manual labor."

"Then what do you have lined up?"

"Just you wait, and see...the money is going to be rolling in," said Ronnie cryptically.

Charlie grinned indulgently at his friend letting the subject drop when they entered the record store.

THE LIONS DEN -

The room was smoky, and it burned her eyes a bit as Karen Troy stood across from the oak desk where Matt Kessler looked at her carefully. He gave off the appearance of an old-world gangster with his nicely tailored suit, and a long cigar burning between his fingers. His hair was slicked back on his head making his large, hooked nose even more prominent than it was already. The most striking thing about him was his eyes that were cold looking, like the eyes of a plastic doll. If there was a flicker of humanity in there, Karen was at a loss to find it.

"So, Holly...Herman here tells me that you ran a very profitable brothel in Nevada,"

"Yes, that's right. My girls played the game the right way. No skimming, and we kept the clients happy," said Karen answering to her undercover name.

"I need someone I can trust in this position, and I don't know you which makes me nervous. That being said, Herman here has served me loyally for many years so if he vouches for you I guess we could try this on a trial basis."

"Hey, I'm just asking for a foot in the door. If you like the results, then we can talk about a longer partnership."

"Very well. Herman, take her around to meet the girls, o.k.?"

The hulking gentleman next to her led Karen from the room shutting the massive oak paneled door behind them.

"I guess you're in the door," said Herman who in reality was the very informant who had tipped the police to the impending drug deal.

"Why didn't you just get the information we need since you're so close to Kessler?"

Herman shook his head slowly,"Too many eyes on me. That's the problem with being close."

"I see. Then how about the grand tour?"

The pair left the hallway and descended a flight of stairs down to the club proper. Their exit came just in time for them to miss a second group approach the same door they had just left. Three boys stood shoulder to shoulder in front of Kessler's desk a moment later, and he looked them over dispassionately.

"So you boys want to work for me, huh? Doing a little of this, and a little of that? I think something can be arranged. If you three do as your told, and keep your mouths shut you will do quite well for yourselves. Fuck up, and I will have your balls in a sling!"

"We got it covered," said the tall, dark-haired young man in the middle.

Ronnie Foreman looked around the ornately decorated office, and swallowed hard. It was clear that this Kessler guy was no one you wanted to mess with, and he was starting to have second thoughts about this whole deal, but it was too late to back out now. It seemed better to at least put on the face of a confident man whether he felt that way or not.

Kessler continued to pull away at his cigar a bit longer before dismissing the trio with a wave of his hand. The scar-faced redhead that had led them in took them out, and down a back stairwell where he gave them each a bag of illegal drugs, and careful instructions on what they should do with them. Ronnie took his parcel slipping it under his jacket and left hoping he wasn't making a grave mistake.

Karen spent the day meeting her charges. It was the typical group of women beaten down by life and haunted by a combination of bad luck, and worse choices. She was glad this was a short-term assignment, and with any luck taking down Kessler's operation would free these women from the prison they had been consigned too. She returned home taking great care to make sure that no one followed her. It had been a long day, and she was looking forward to a nice hot shower, and a good nights sleep. The boys were cranking the music as usual when she came in, and she stopped briefly to check in before slipping off to her bedroom.

Ronnie watched as Charlie, and his mom talked in the doorway before she left with a wave. He had spent his afternoon trying to spread the product he was carrying around campus without drawing suspicion. So far he had been fortunate, and the large roll of money in his pocket was evidence of the success he had enjoyed. Excusing himself to hit the restroom he took a long piss cleaning his hands carefully. He was about to head back to Charlie's room when he heard the sounds of Ms. Troy shuffling around her bedroom, and noticed that the door was cracked open. The temptation to take a peek inside was too much, and he slipped quietly up to the door placing his eye close to the crack. He was disappointed to see that she had already put a robe on before heading into the bathroom, but at least he got a look at her long, slender legs, and a hint of her full chest pressing at the folds of cloth holding them back.

"Just my luck. I would give my right nut to see that woman naked," he thought.

IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO -

The investigation went better than Karen could have hoped, and by observing Kessler's movements, she had been able to ascertain when his office would be empty. She knew from experience all the places a person used to hide valuable information and finding the false bottom in his desk drawer had been child's play. The timetable for the drug shipment was in her possession now, and all she had to do was get out of here with it. The simplest thing would be to wait for the lunch break, and that was precisely what she was doing just killing time when Herman found her.

"The boss wants to see everyone in the conference room," he said nervously.

"What is going on?"

"He thinks someone was going through his desk. I guess he has some way of knowing. I don't know, but he is pissed. It wasn't you was it?"

"No," lied Karen not wanting to tip her hand. She had been so cautious she couldn't imagine how he had known she had been in his desk.

They filed into the conference room along with six others. It was pretty much all the high ranking employees working in the club. Kessler came in smoking one of his foul-smelling cigars as usual.

"I'm glad you all could make it," he said sarcastically as he sat at the head of the table.

The look of fear in the eyes of everyone around the table made it clear that this was not a meeting to take lightly.

"We have a rat in our midst folks. Someone was going through my private files. Everyone in this room has been with me for quite a while. I know that sadly that doesn't guarantee loyalty, but it is a place to start. That means the most likely suspect would be you, Holly.

Karen tried to stay calm,"I can see how you could think that way, but I assure you I haven't been anywhere near your office."

"Hmm...I think a proof of that loyalty is needed here, Holly. You say that you are the obedient servant, well, let us find out."

Kessler pushed a button under the table, and a moment later the conference room door opened. Karen kept her face impassive, but it wasn't easy because two men entered the room, and one of them was Ronnie Foreman! He glanced over at her, and she just managed to shake her head softly hoping he would get the hint not to let on that they knew each other.

"Ronnie, my boy, have a seat," said Kessler.

One of Kessler's men pulled a chair away from the table setting it back toward the wall, and pushing Ronnie into it.
"Holly, according to Herman you started in the business as a lap dancer, and a prostitute yourself before graduating to madam."

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, then let's see you perform, my dear. I think Ronnie over there would be up for a nice lap dance. Wouldn't you?"

Ronnie had no idea what was going on. He had been downstairs dropping off the money he had collected when one of Kessler's goons had hauled him up here to the conference room. Now he sat trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He figured Charlie's mom must be undercover, and he caught the head shake she had thrown his way, so he knew this was a dangerous situation. He had no idea why Kessler was telling her to give him a lap dance, but a lifetimes worth of fantasies were playing out in his head, and he wasn't going to argue.

Karen took a deep breath. She couldn't see any way out of this situation except to go along with what Kessler was asking her to do. It was apparently a test to see how far she would go to humiliate herself for his amusement. A real prostitute would have no moral boundary, and she knew any hesitation on her part would give her away. The conference room had a sound system, and at Kessler's, order music was piped in for her to dance too. She had never actually done any lap dancing, but she had seen plenty of it in her time, so she knew the basic idea. A few steps brought her around the corner of the table, and she headed for Ronnie where he sat in the chair. Her body started to sway in time to the music, and she pivoted around to shake her ass right in Ronnie's face. His eyes got larger as she carefully unbuttoned her blouse, and let it slip to the floor while strutting in front of her son's best friend. Underneath her plain, red blouse her heavy lace bra strained to hold back her breasts. She bent over to give Ronnie a beautiful shot of her cleavage before she stood back up and slipped her hands behind her to loosen the hooks holding her bra in place.

He may not have been entirely sure of what was happening, but Ronnie Foreman knew one thing, this was fucking awesome! The woman he had been jerking off to thoughts of since he was old enough to care was stripping in front of him. The air in the room seemed to be getting hotter, and his heart was beating so hard he imagined that everyone within earshot must be able to hear it. Ronnie's eyes were almost bugging out of his skull by the time Karen removed her bra, and let it fall to the ground. In all the pornographic movies he had enjoyed downloading from the Internet he couldn't recall seeing a finer pair of tits on a woman than Karen Troy was displaying for his pleasure. They were large, perfectly round, and surprisingly firm sticking out away from her body. Her areolas were full, dark pink circles of soft, bumpy flesh with thick nipples poking from their centers. She danced closer letting her breasts swing side to side before taking them in her hands, and squeezing them while pointing her erect nipples at him.

Karen's hips gyrated in time to the music, and she released her chest to work the zipper on the side of her skirt letting it slowly drop down. The cloth peeled back to reveal her black thong, and as her skirt slipped off onto the ground, she turned again bending over and shaking her tight ass in Ronnie's face. She looked back over her shoulder at him flipping her hair to the side, and licking her lips seductively before resuming her approach at last slipping into his lap, and grinding her vagina against the obvious bulge in his pants. Ronnie was almost salivating as Karen's fat tits bounced softly just inches from his lips.

"I think your client is enjoying the show," observed Kessler.

It didn't take a genius to figure that out. The large bulge in Ronnie's shorts was more than evidence enough of his arousal. Karen was a little taken aback at the feel of it against her crotch, and it made her wonder again if Ronnie was as well hung as her college boyfriend.

"Maybe you need to give the boy some relief, Holly. He looks like he could use it," suggested Kessler.

Throwing a look across the table, Karen moved back away from Ronnie's lap while her mind raced to look for a way out. It was clear that Kessler meant this to go further than just a lap dance, but how could she do this with Ronnie Foreman! He was just an innocent young man caught in the wrong place, but if she didn't follow through, they were both as good as dead. Reluctantly, she started forward dropping to her knees.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed at Ronnie.

Her fingers worked at loosening his belt and lowering his zipper. Ronnie sat up slightly as Karen tugged his shorts off onto the ground, and he sat back on the chair in nothing but a pair of black cotton boxers with a large hole in front. The bulge she had been feeling just seconds ago was even more apparent. Well aware that everyone was watching she moved swiftly forward reaching into his underwear, and getting a grip on his penis. The hard, purple head appeared with her fingers wrapped part way around it. Karen kept pulling backward, and his cock continued to slide out from its resting place an inch at a time.

"Holy Shit! This kid is a fucking horse," thought Karen absently as his penis just kept on coming. It must have been at least nine inches long bigger than her college boyfriend, and far bigger than her ex-husband. Slowly, she stroked its hard length with her hand feeling the thick flesh throb against her palm. Then she licked her lips and took him into her mouth letting the fat head slide into the back of her throat. She heard Ronnie groan as her warm mouth engulfed his hard young cock, and a wave of guilt rushed through her.

Ronnie grabbed at the back of her head as she worked his huge cock in and out. He couldn't believe this was happening. Karen Troy was giving him a blow job! Her soft full lips were moving up, and down his shaft. He could feel her tongue licking every inch of him, and it felt amazing. The fact that there was a small crowd of people watching was a bit disconcerting, but he was willing to overlook that for this chance of a lifetime. It would have been better if he could reach those magnificent tits of hers, but just this much was more than he had ever hoped would happen. He moaned even louder when she used the fingers of her other hand to tickle his rock hard balls through the cloth of his underwear also while she kept stroking his penis. The saliva from her mouth was running down his long shaft making it slick, and wet. Ronnie started to push upwards humping her mouth.

The guilt was terrible, but to Karen what was worse was that she was starting to enjoy giving oral pleasure. It had been years since she had felt a man in her mouth like this, and though she hated to admit it she was getting turned on, and wet. Ronnie's moans were only making it more exciting, and she started to suck him harder partly to end things, and because she knew it would feel good for him and she wanted to make him moan even more.

"I think the boy is getting pretty close. I bet he would like to shoot that hot load in your pussy though, Holly," said Kessler.

Karen's heart dropped into her stomach. What she was doing was terrible enough, but to ask her to take Ronnie inside her was almost more than she could bear yet she didn't see an alternative. His cock popped free from her with a soft noise, and she carefully slid her thong off as she stood up. Her pussy was partly shaved with just a patch of dark, curly hair on her Venus mound. The thick shaft of Ronnie's cock slipped back into her hand, and she guided it toward her pink pussy lips even as she bent down whispering in Ronnie's ear.

"I'm sorry, Ronnie. This will be over soon."

His cock pierced her sliding into her wet pussy, deeper, and then deeper still until it felt like he was pushing on her stomach. Karen gasped involuntarily. She hadn't taken a man inside her in a very long time, and even her college boyfriend hadn't penetrated her this far. Ronnie was touching parts of her no man had reached, and it sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Hot shame colored her features even as her body seemed to take on a mind of its own, and began to move up and down riding Ronnie's impossibly long, fat cock. The head was hitting an erogenous zone she didn't even know she had, and she moaned aloud unable to hold it in.

"Oh...Oh fuck!" cried Karen shutting her eyes tight.

Ronnie was in Heaven. His cock was balls deep in Karen Troy's pussy, and it felt even better than he ever imagined it would be. There was only one thing that would make this even hotter, and now that she was in his lap again he had full run of her gorgeous tits. He squeezed her massive funbags in his hands loving the weight of them. His lips quickly found her hard nipples, and he licked them all over before sucking each in turn into his mouth to nibble and bite on. He heard her gasp, and soft moans started to come from her while he feasted on her breasts. The movement of her hips was getting more frantic, and his balls began to surge with the cum that was boiling inside them.

"Oh Jesus! Oh God Help Me, it's been so long...Oh! FUCK, SO LONG!" thought Karen. She had forgotten how good a nice hard fuck could feel, and Ronnie's cock was reminding her body what she had been missing all these years. It was all so wrong, but she couldn't stop herself now. It wasn't just for their safety, but also because she needed this more than she had realized. His balls were getting tighter. They were pressing to her swollen pussy lips on the down stroke, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Ah...Ah, shit...OH SHIT! FUCK!" yelled Ronnie suddenly.

Inside her, Karen felt his cock jerk hard multiple times, and warmth spread quickly into her as he came. The sensation was too much, and to her disgust, she felt herself go with him creaming his cock. She tried to keep quiet, but little whimpering noises escaped her lips. This was the first orgasm she had enjoyed in a long time, and she couldn't help but savor it. Her pussy continued to spasm squeezing every drop of cum it could from Ronnie's fat prick before they both finally slowed gasping for breath.

"Bravo!" shouted Kessler standing up from the table to applaud. A harsh look at his henchmen was all it took to get them to join in, and they all clapped for the performance they had just seen.

"I have to say I don't know if it means a thing in determining your guilt, Holly, but that was a hell of a show. You are a top class whore."

Humiliated, but trying her best to hide it, Karen slipped back into her clothes. She couldn't even bring herself to look Ronnie in the face as he stood, pulled up his shorts, and was escorted out of the room.

"How will I ever face him again?" she thought sadly.

To the surprise of just about everyone, Kessler suddenly dismissed them after Karen's performance and vanished himself without a word. She returned to her work downstairs wondering just what the hell was going on, and whether the information she had gathered about the drug deal was still valid or not. The club was beginning to crank up for the arrival of the happy hour crowd when Herman appeared unexpectedly, and taking Karen by the elbow guided her into a quiet supply room.

"What's going on with Kessler? Does he know something or not?"

Herman looked around with a worried expression as if the brooms, and mops might be bugged with listening devices.

"I don't think there was ever an alarm or anything like that. I know you say you were careful, but you must have left something out of place enough that it tweaked his paranoia. I managed to calm him down, and convince him it was all in his head. At least, for now, he isn't planning to pursue this any further or make any changes to future plans so whatever info you found should still be good."

Karen felt a wave of relief come over her at this news.

"Fine, then in three days we can make the arrest."

Herman nodded and exited the room first checking to make sure the corridor was clear. Following in his footsteps, Karen went back to work hoping that her luck would hold for just a little while longer.

THE TABLES TURN -

All the way home Karen stared at the road lost in her emotions. Her mind kept playing back the scene of the conference room. The look of shock on Ronnie's face when she danced for him, and the frantic expression that had replaced it when she had taken him inside her body. When this was all over, she knew she would owe him the biggest apology. The part that haunted her the most was the simple fact that at the end she had enjoyed it. She hadn't faked the orgasm that had gripped her from head to toe that had been all too real. The hands that held the steering wheel tightened as she recalled the feel of Ronnie's enormous cock between her legs.

"It was so wrong," she breathed under her breath as if trying to convince herself.

When she finally arrived home, it was to the typical sounds of her son's loud stereo system reverberating throughout the house. The noise was not what she needed tonight, and she went straight to his bedroom to tell him to turn it down. The door opened, but her voice died when she quickly realized Charlie was not alone, and Ronnie Foreman was sitting on the floor turning an old vinyl album in his hands.

"Oh...Ronnie...I didn't know you were here. Your car wasn't out front."

"I had to put it in the shop. I think the transmission is slipping. I took the bus over, and Charlie met me at the station."

"If it's o.k., Mom, Ronnie was going to spend the night tonight," added Charlie.

"Um...Yeah...Sure. Look, if you guys could keep it down a bit, I would appreciate it. I had a long day today."

"Sure, no problem, Mom."

"I hope you didn't have any problems today that were too big for you to handle," said Ronnie with a knowing smile.

Karen tried not to react, "No, I had some problems, but they weren't nearly as big as they seemed."

She left her son's room quickly shutting the door behind her with the last thing she saw Ronnie's eyes staring at her retreating form. His snide comment had taken her off guard and left her wondering just what was going through his head.

If she had any hope of washing away her sins it didn't come in the shower. She scrubbed herself for many long minutes, but couldn't get the dirty feeling to go away. Finally giving up she dried her hair and slipped on a nightshirt over her panties hoping to find some solace in sleep. The night seemed to drag as the covers knotted around her body from all the tossing, and turning. Rest seemed to allude her no matter how hard she pursued it. In disgust, she rose from the bed to check her medicine cabinet looking for anything that might help her find some peace, but the sound of her bedroom door opening drew her attention.

"Who's there?" she said into the semi-darkness of her bedroom,"Charlie?"

"It's me, Ms. Troy," said Ronnie.

Karen stepped into her bedroom frowning, "Ronnie, if you came to talk about today all I can say is I did what I had to do to protect both of us. I know it must seem very strange to you, but it was all part of my job."

"I figured you were undercover. I guess you're trying to take down Mr. Kessler."

"He's a bad man, Ronnie."

"So I gather. You know you are very beautiful, Karen."

Ronnie took a step toward her, and Karen retreated a step back.

"Ronnie, sweetie, I hope you understand that what happened today was like play acting. I was playing a part like a role in a movie. It didn't mean anything."

"Is that right? The thing is Karen...I felt you...I felt you come...I think you enjoyed what happened more than you want to admit."

The fact that Ronnie had hit on precisely the thought that had been haunting Karen ever since the conference room threw her a bit, and she struggled to reply.

"A woman can't help how her body reacts sometimes that doesn't mean I enjoyed it."

"You can say that if it makes you feel better, but I think we both know differently," whispered Ronnie as he tried again to close the distance between them.

"Ronnie!" snapped Karen in a low voice that rang with authority, "I don't know what you think you are doing, but I can promise you nothing is going to happen here tonight."

"Hey! You opened this can of worms, Karen. I'm afraid you can't just make it go away now."

"This is ridiculous, Ronnie. Go back to Charlie's room right now!"

"What if I told him, Karen?"

"Told who? Charlie?"

"No...Kessler...What if I told him who you really are?"

Karen froze as fear gripped her heart.

"Ronnie, I don't think you understand how dangerous that would be not just for me either, but for Charlie, If Kessler knew I was a cop, he would come after us both, maybe even you too."

"I think the bigger question here, Karen is whether or not that is a chance you want to take," said Ronnie with a leer.

The arrest was still three days away, and it hit Karen that until then she was at Ronnie's mercy. If he decided to follow through on his threat, it would mean big trouble for her and Charlie.

"What do you want, Ronnie?"

"I think you know exactly what I want, Karen. Take off your top...Please."

Her body started to shake with anger, but she saw no alternative, and once again Karen Troy found herself a marionette for a man's pleasure. The bottom of her nightshirt rose in her fists as she gripped it, and lifted it off over her head. Those same fine breasts that had been on display earlier bounced free dropping down onto her chest. Ronnie smiled and drew close slowly sliding his palms across the silky smooth skin. He quickly leaned down to take one of her fat, love mounds in his hand guiding it to his lips. His tongue flicked out tracing an arc around her thick, pink nipple. Karen watched as he brought his other hand to her chest gripping her untouched tit, and squeezing it tightly as he kissed, and licked its mate. He started to move back, and forth between them pulling each nipple deeper into his mouth before he sucked roughly on them.

Karen stood still in the middle of her bedroom unable to fathom this turn of events. Ronnie taking advantage of her was the last thing she had seen coming. He kept up playing with her breasts, and to her dismay, she felt her nipples hardening in his mouth. She had to admit the kid knew what he was doing, and he seemed to intuit exactly how she liked it. His love bites grew harder drawing a gasp from her when he bit her nipple with just the right amount of force.

"Um...Somebody likes it a little rough," whispered Ronnie.

"Screw you, Ronnie!"

Ronnie suddenly grabbed the back of her head pulling her hair in the process, and Karen let out a sharp breath as the pain hit.

"I think you would do well to be nice to me, Karen."

His grip slowly relaxed, and he brought his mouth to her neck kissing the soft flesh before he returned to her chest. He brought his teeth to her nipples again, nibbling at the turgid knots while they swelled, and grew firmer. Karen gasped again when Ronnie hit the right spot, and he doubled down pinching her other nipple between his fingers making her let out a breath. His hands moved away to slid down her body, and around behind her slipping into her panties, and squeezing her firm ass.

"Lay on the bed, Karen. Take off your panties," instructed Ronnie.

Karen did as she was told baring her pussy for Ronnie's young eyes. He moved between her legs as soon as she was naked on the bed, and kissed his way down the inside of her thighs aiming for the hairy, warm slit at the bottom. When his mouth connected with her vagina, Karen couldn't help herself and arched her back slightly off the bed. She couldn't remember the last time a man had gone down on her, and despite his age and inexperience, Ronnie nailed her clitoris on the first try his tongue snaking all over it.
"Ohhhh...Ohhh...Godddddd..."

He took her moans as encouragement and ran his tongue harder at the top of her pussy lips just below her Venus mound. Karen moaned again the sounds torn from within her in spite of her efforts to stop them.

"God Dammit! He fucking knows how to eat pussy!" she thought.

Without even realizing she was doing it Karen slipped one hand behind Ronnie's head pushing his face even tighter to her pussy. The licking continued, and he alternated rubbing his tongue at the top of her vaginal entrance to slipping it entirely inside her tasting her pink flesh that was getting wetter by the second.

"Damn, Karen, you taste so good!"

"Ronnie, please...We shouldn't do this...We can't...Ronnie I...shit!"

Karen's body snapped rigid with Ronnie not only pushing a finger into her pussy but using the juice coating her cunt to wet a second finger which he shoved into her asshole. He started to finger fuck both holes, and lick her at the same time.

"Fuck Me! How did he know I like it in the ass! Oh FUCK! GOD, I LIKE IT SO MUCH!" screamed Karen in her head.

Her body seemed to be coming alive with shocks of pleasure that tore moans, and gasps from her lips. The desperate urge to fuck was beginning to become overwhelming. The need that clawed away inside her to mate, and take a man into her as deep as possible was crushing her will to resist.

"Ronnie...Ronnie! Please...Baby...Don't make me do this it's so wrong...Ronnie! OH GOD RONNIE!" whimpered Karen.

The warm slit of her pussy was now a sea of slick juice, and Ronnie was so hard it felt like his cock was going to explode right off his body. He couldn't stand it anymore and he moved up her trembling, naked form while pushing his underwear down. The hard purple head of his cock rubbed at the entrance to Karen's love tunnel while he looked deep into her eyes.

"Ronnie...Wait..." begged Karen.

He plunged forward, and Karen's eyes flew open wide at the abrupt, and violent movement of his long, thick penis slamming into her and burying its length into her pink pussy.

"OH FUCK! RONNIE!" cried Karen unable to keep her voice down.

"Karen! Ahhh! Fuck you're so tight!"

"Sweet GOD! HE'S SO FUCKING HUGE!" she thought desperately. It had never been like this with anyone she had been with before in bed. Ronnie was stretching her pussy until it felt like it was being filled beyond its limits. He didn't hesitate for an instant taking right to pounding himself into her with long, hard thrusts of his hips. The bed shook slightly as their bodies came together again, and again. Karen felt the sanity leaving her body. The instinct to fuck pushing every other thought out. She began to meet his thrusts with her own matching his rhythm and spreading her legs wider to take as much of his massive prick into her as possible.

The ultimate submission came just seconds later when Karen hungrily pulled Ronnie's mouth to hers and kissed him hotly, ramming her tongue into him while sliding her slick, full lips all over his. Ronnie responded in kind, and their tongues swirled together as they fucked with wild abandon.

"AH! GOD, KAREN! YOUR PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD! I've wanted you for so long...You have no idea how bad I've wanted you," moaned Ronnie.

Karen's eyes had lost focus. They looked wild as if she was possessed by a force she couldn't control, and she suddenly rolled Ronnie onto his back climbing up on top of his hard, young body. She guided his hands to her bouncing tits even as she took over, and started to fuck his fat dick with violent thrusts.

"SHIT RONNIE! OHH, GOD, YOUR COCK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! AHHHH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, RONNIE! AHHH! FUCK, I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR GOD DAMN COCK!"

"Karen! OH YES! KAREN, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL! AHH! GOD DO IT, BABY! CUM FOR ME! CUM FOR ME! KAREN!"

"Shit! SHIT! RONNIE! OH! GOD...RONNIE!" cried Karen.

The orgasm that hit her was even harder than the one earlier that day. Her whole body shook from head to toe with sensations rippling through her that left her weak, and breathless when they passed. She swayed barely able to hold herself upright, but Ronnie was quick to take over, and he shoved her off and onto the bed rolling her onto her stomach. He entered her again from behind and proceeded to fuck her again so hard his balls slapped with loud noises against her ass cheeks.

Karen gripped the sheets tight. Ronnie pummeled her with deeper, and deeper thrusts almost sobbing with the need to release his seed into her.

"Ah...Karen...I'm so close...SO CLOSE!"

Her noises were beginning to dissolve into incoherent sounds, and occasional gasps of pain. For the first time since things started, Ronnie felt a moment of regret, and he slowed briefly.

"Karen...Am I hurting you?"

"It's o.k. Baby...It hurts, but it's a good hurt...Oh! Fuck! Ronnie, it's a good hurt...Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME RONNIE! EVERY FUCKING INCH!"

He didn't need to be told twice, and he resumed his swift movements into her hot cunt. The end came all to swiftly, and he emptied his balls with a low moan thick, sticky bursts of his semen coating Karen's insides with his sperm.

"KAREN! OH! YES TAKE MY CUM! TAKE IT!"

Ronnie dropped down onto her his weight pinning her to the bed. She could feel his cum inside her like a warm lump near her stomach.

The room was silent, and the silence seemed so heavy that words couldn't penetrate it. Ronnie eventually slipped from inside her and left the room without another word. Finally, she got up to clean herself in the bathroom returning to bed moments later. It was a long time before sleep claimed her, and her last thoughts were of Ronnie Foreman.

TAKE DOWN -

The arrest of Matt Kessler made front page news in the city paper. Karen Troy was mentioned by name, and there was even talk of a commendation from the Chief of Police.

Ronnie sat the newspaper aside taking a bite from the green apple he held in his hand. He had half expected to be arrested himself, but for reasons that Ms. Troy had kept to herself, she managed to keep him out of it. The stuff that had happened between them had left him more than a little confused. In retrospect, he felt guilty for forcing himself on her the way he had, but it had been almost beyond his control at the time. It was like being with her the first time had just fed the hunger he had always had for her making it stronger instead of sating him. If he could do it all over again, he wasn't sure that a scenario existed where he didn't do exactly what he had done that night.

His desperation had pushed him into acts he couldn't take back now, and he wondered if he would ever be welcome in the Troy household again. He got up from his parent's kitchen table tossing the half-eaten apple in the trash.

The garage had his car finished, and he had planned to take it for a spin out in the country to try an clear his head. To his surprise, he ended up pulling into Charlie Troy's driveway.

The walkway felt a mile long each step he took slower than the one before it. At last, he reached the door, and taking a deep breath he knocked twice. There was a long pause, and then the door swung open. He had hoped to see Charlie's face, but instead, it was the beautiful features of Karen Troy that looked out at him.

"Hey...Um...Ms. Troy," he began.

"Really, Ronnie? Ms. Troy? After all that we've been through I think you can call me Karen."

"Karen...I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I don't know what came over me. I guess, well, I just have had these feelings for you for so long, and I couldn't control them. I realized what I did to you wasn't right, and I don't expect your forgiveness right off, but I hope you know that your house has been a refuge for me for a long time and I hate to lose it. I hate even more losing Charlie's friendship, and yours."

"Come in, Ronnie"

The door swung shut behind him, and he walked part way into the living room.

"Is Charlie here? I was going to take him for a ride in the country if he wants to go."

"Charlie isn't here, but I think there is someone else you can take for a ride."

When Ronnie turned around his jaw almost hit the ground. Karen had her top off, and her large breasts were bra-less, and pointing right at him. She stepped up to him with a wicked smile pulling him into a hot French kiss which seemed to linger until his knees shook.

"Now...Ronnie. How about we go to bed, and I show you a different type of undercover work."