Chapter 1: Introduction
Detective Alex Williams watched Melody Erikson stride into the sterile, dimly lit interrogation room with the confidence of someone strutting down a catwalk. She was sharp, dressed in a black suit that clung to her narrow frame. The top buttons of her crisp, white blouse were undone, revealing just a hint of shallow cleavage.
Melody's icy blue eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. When they met Williams', they rolled with annoyance. She had sat opposite cops in this room dozens of times before and come out on top almost every time but Williams was one of her more frustrating opponents.
"Detective Williams, nice to see you again, how's your wife?" Melody greeted him with a smirk on her face. In fact she knew Williams' wife, Lisa, was fine. They had just had lunch together. Lisa and Melody were good friends but Melody couldn't extend that title to Lisa's husband, a cop.
Williams nodded coldly and Melody turned her attention to the man sitting at the table, pale faced, handcuffed and sweating.
"Have you said anything to this Detective?" Melody asked her client.
The young man glanced nervously at Williams and shook his head.
Melody smiled, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat down. "Good. I would strongly advise you not to answer any of his questions. You have the right to remain silent. Use it."
Williams leaned back against the wall and sighed. "Ok, Sylvester, where did you get the drugs?"
"Don't answer that." Melody cut in, her tone still casual but clear and firm. Sylvester looked between them, troubled, and shifted in his seat.
"Sylvester, you have the right to remain silent but you don't have to. Help me and I can help you." Williams said, taking a step away from the wall.
Melody glanced at her client with a pitying look. "Sylvester, if you talk, you get yourself in deeper trouble. Wait until we can work this out together." she advised.
Sylvester gulped. He met her gaze and then looked back at Williams.
"This is a one time offer, you were caught with $100 worth of cocaine in your possession, MISS Erikson cannot make this go away." Williams argued, emphasising the word Miss as if to imply Melody was inexperienced.
Sylvester put his face in his hands clearly overwhelmed by the situation. Melody patted his back gently. "He's trying to scare you, Sylvester. He has no evidence that you intended to distribute these drugs."
"Ok, fine!" Sylvester blurted out, looking up at Williams with desperation in his eyes.
"Sylvester, calm down." Melody said sternly, glaring at Williams who smirked in response.
"The guy's name is Christos, I think he's Greek or something." Sylvester stammered, shrinking under Williams' scrutiny.
Melody looked up at the ceiling and sighed in resignation, elongating her elegant neck.
Ignoring her, Williams moved closer, placing his palms on the metal table, the edges digging into his palms. His gaze bore into Sylvester's swiveling eyes. "And where can I find Christos?" Williams asked, his tone low and threatening.
Sylvester spilled the information quickly, his words jumbling together in his haste. "Let's see... he hangs out that strip club on the corner of 8th and Elm, you know, the one with broken signs outside."
Sylvester explained everything he knew about Christos' operation. Which really, wasn't much but Williams took meticulous notes, nodding and grunting in acknowledgment. Quietly Melody watched her client's demeanor subtly change from fear to relief. The young man slouched back into his seat, almost disappearing under the table as the interrogation wore on. As the detective finished his notes, he looked up, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. He grinned at Melody before turning back to Sylvester.
"You know you'll have to plead guilty to the possession charge, right?" Williams said. "It's the only way to avoid charges on the distribution end. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about here." He walked over to the interrogation room door and banged on it twice. "Carlson! I need you here, now."
Carlson, a uniformed police officer, shuffled in a minute later with a disgruntled expression.
"What is it, detective?" he asked testily.
"I need you to take Sylvester down to booking. Tell him he's charged with possession and we'll sort out the rest from there." Williams ordered.
Carlson hauled Sylvester up by his arm, the metal cuffs clinking and Melody watched as Carlson escorted Sylvester out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving her alone with Williams.
"You could have at least given him a fighting chance." she said, pushing back her chair and standing up to leave.
"Oh, please." Williams scoffed. "Don't give me that shit, Melody. You know how this works."
"What I know is that that kid is doomed. You've turned him into a rat. In prison, out of prison, it doesn't matter. He's got a target on his back now." Melody snapped back.
Williams shrugged, "I'm just doing my job. One more dealer off the streets and solid intel on the Greeks."
"An easily replaced dealer and intel that is nothing you didn't already know." Melody snarked, turning toward Detective Williams and strutting toward the door.
"Don't act righteous with me." Williams chuckled. "We both know who's paying for you to be here."
Melody paused at the threshold of the interrogation room, her hand resting on the cold metal door handle. She stood her ground, looked up and locked eyes with Detective Williams his green eyes studying her every move with a mix of amusement and challenge. Next to him she looked so small, a mere wisp of a woman in comparison to his imposing figure. Melody squared her shoulders, refusing to let Williams intimidate her with his size or his authority.
"It really smells in here." She remarked, her delicate noise wrinkling before she stepped out of the room and made her way out of the station.
There was truth in what Williams had said. Melody worked for Cooper & Kane. They were a successful firm that talked a lot about justice while being aware that their clients were probably guilty. It was the word probably that allowed Melody to sleep at night. One of Cooper & Kane's newest clients was Christos Diamandis, an infamous local drug lord and she suspected that he was the one who had paid for her services after Sylvester's arrest.
Melody had moved to the city a year ago when Cooper & Kane offered her a job. One of the partners, Cooper, had read a news article about her successful defense of a murder suspect and invited her to join their team. Melody was young, ambitious and fiercely intelligent; she had muddied the waters in several cases and seen her clients found not guilty. Seeing her potential to bring business to the table, the partners made her an offer that she couldn't refuse.
But she had been a big fish in a small pond and the city was a whole different world. She was now dealing with petty crooks most of the time now but even these small cases came with much more pressure than she was used to. The police were far more competent than they had been back in her small town home and she spent much more time now reading through papers and being called into dingy interrogation rooms or cells to speak to her low-level clients.
Melody's footsteps echoed down the dimly lit hallway of the police station, the sound reverberating off the cold, concrete walls. As she walked, the eyes of officers and suspects alike followed Melody's every step, their gazes lingering on her slender figure and confident demeanor. The harsh fluorescent lights above cast stark shadows along the windowless hallway that accentuated her lithe torso and toned legs. Their admiring stares didn't faze Melody, she was used to it. She knew the power she held over men, the way they craved her, desired her, and she loved it.
As she exited the police station, the cool night air greeted her like an old friend. It signalled that it was time to unwind, to forget the stress and pressure of her job. Today she had visited two clients in the County Jail, sat through an arraignment at the courthouse and read through a foot high stack of legal documents before getting the call to represent Sylvester.
With a spring in her step, Melody walked towards the nearest bar, her bare, smooth calves moving with purpose.
Like the interrogation room, the bar was dimly lit but was filled with the low murmur of voices and the clinking of glasses. As she walked in, she caught multiple pairs of eyes following her. She glanced around, flashing her beautiful smile and bright red lips.
She took a seat at the bar, perching herself like a bird of paradise seeking a mate. This was her routine almost every evening after work.
The bartender, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a white shirt and black vest, approached her with a knowing smile.
"What'll it be, Melody?" he asked, leaning his forearms on the polished, wood surface of the bar.
"How do you know my nane?" Melody replied, raising an eyebrow as she brushed her long, golden hair back from her face.
The bartender looked surprised by the question and stumbled over his words. "Oh, you and I...last week...you don't remember?" He said.
"Sorry, bud, it's been a long week. Whiskey, neat." Melody responded before turning her back to him.
In fact she did remember him, just about. Just like tonight she had come to this bar one day last week to release some tension. She had drank whiskey and chatted over the bar to this bartender, who's name she couldn't now remember, until it was closing time and then invited him back to her apartment. She recalled how eager he was to accept her invitation, she remembered ripping his shirt off on her doorstep to reveal his sculpted chest and toned arms. But Melody had been the one to take control, to peel his clothes off and guide him towards her bed with a and the bartender had ultimately disappointed her. Eager yes, but lacking skill and expertise with a penis that was very hard but below average in size and he had come breathtakingly quickly. She had no intention of a repeat with him. Nights like that left Melody wanting something far meatier, something more carnal and passionate. Something rough. Something she could feel deep within her bones. Her body ached with the need to be used to ease the tension of a long work day.
She had even come up for a scoring system for the men she slept with. It was broken down into five key attributes: attractiveness, cock size, foreplay performance, fucking performance and dominance. Each attribute could score up to five points. The bartender had scored a 4, 1, 2, 1, 1 for a total of nine points out of a possible 25.
Keen to find something more satisfying, she turned her attention to the crowd, scanning the patrons and letting her gaze linger on the more enticing men.
Her eyes landed on a group of men at the back of the room, clustered around a booth: expensive suits, dark hair, chiseled jaws. Perhaps one of them could quench her thirst. With a sultry, predatory smile, she adjusted her cleavage and sauntered towards the group.
“Evening gentlemen,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “What brings you all here tonight?”
The men looked at each other, a silent battle raging in their eyes – who would be bold enough to make a move on this stunning woman? At last, the tallest of the three spoke up.
"Just a few beers after work. I'm Paul, and this is Anthony and Antonio." He introduced himself in a deep, commanding voice, extending his hand for Melody to shake. She swept her long blond hair back from her face and slid her fingers into his firm grip. A shiver ran through her body as she felt the strength in his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Paul," she said with a dazzling smile. "Can I join you?" Melody asked, eyes flicking to the other men at the table to gauge their reactions.
Paul looked at Anthony and Antonio, who nodded and smiled approvingly.
"Of course, please," Paul replied with a friendly smile and Melody sat down beside him.
The table was suddenly crowded with their drinks and laughter as the three men engaged her in conversation. They mostly talked about sports which Melody actually knew quite a lot about but she feigned stupidity several times to put the men at ease. The alcohol flowed freely and after some time, she found herself feeling relaxed and playful.
Antonio had to leave first. having a flight to catch in the morning. About five minutes later Anthony was next, he had to finish up some paperwork before tomorrow, leaving Paul and Melody alone in the booth.
"Ready to call it a night?" Paul asked with a raised eyebrow.
Melody was not.
"Tell you what," she breathed, leaning in closer. "Why don't we go back to your place and have some fun?"
Paul gave a confident smile, "I'm married." he said, waving his left hand to show Melody his wedding ring.
This, however, only made Melody more determined. There was something about sleeping with a married man that thrilled her. Paul would not be the first.
"That's a shame." Melody murmured, batting her long lashes. "I was going to let you do whatever you want to me."
Paul looked down to see Melody sliding her hand up and down his thigh. Her fingertips came dangerously close to his crotch. Paul was attractive, clearly successful and might be able to give her what she needed, so she wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.
"Don't worry. I'm not looking to steal you away from your wife. I just want one night." Melody cooed, brushing her lips against his earlobe.
"Look, you're hot. Super hot. but I'm not risking my family." Paul whispered back.
"Thank you. Am I hotter than your wife?" Melody asked playfully, pushing herself even closer to Paul's muscular body.
Paul hesitated for a moment, his eyes sweeping over Melody's pert chest and slender waist. "Yes," he admitted with a dry mouth. "But she's still my wife."
"So, I'm hotter and I promise I'm a better fuck." Melody enunciated the word fuck, her lips brushing against Paul's cheek and her hand still resting on his thigh. Paul's resolve was faltering. He wanted her, there was no denying it. He had noticed her the moment she walked into the bar and now, with her warm, petite body so close to him, he could barely resist.
"My wife..." he stammered.
Melody slid her hand down the inside of his thigh and through his pants grasped his growing bulge. She let out a small groan at the feeling of this married cock growing against her palm. "You're getting hard for me, what would your wife say?"
As Melody squeezed his cock Paul groaned. He glanced around the nearly-empty bar, ensuring no one was within earshot.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his sense of loyalty crumbling under the weight Melody's proposal.
"Of course." she replied, biting her lip provocatively.
Paul looked at her with a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his eyes. She removed her hand from his lap and slipped out of the booth, her hips swaying as she walked towards the door expecting Paul to follow. Which he did.
"I live just around the corner, follow me." Melody instructed as she took Paul's arm and wrapped it around her waist.
Paul couldn't believe his luck, the allure of her body pressed against him was too much to resist and he held her waist proudly, hoping strangers would see him with the pretty blonde. They walked the short distance to her apartment in silence, Paul's excitement building with every step.
As they reached her door, Melody turned to face him. "Let's make this hard, just the way I like it."
Grabbing Paul's collar she pulled him down to her level for their first searing kiss. He stumbled forward, caught off guard by her aggression, but quickly responded by wrapping his arms around her tiny frame and deepening the kiss. Their tongues glided against each other as their hands explored each other's bodies.
Breaking the embrace for a moment, Melody scrambled with her keys and unlocked her front door. She dragged Paul inside and pinned him against the wall, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt.
Her hands roamed over the muscles of his hairy chest, relishing in the feeling of his warmth under her fingertips. He groaned as she tiptoed and her hungry mouth found his neck, biting and licking at his skin.
"Oh God, I really shouldn't be doing this." Paul pleaded, but she could feel him hardening against her as she ground her hips against him. His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling and tugging as she sucked on his neck. The taste of sweat and cologne filled her nostrils.
She moved down to his chest, his body tensing and then shuddering as she livked his nipples. Her hands began working at the button of his jeans, tugging them down. His cock sprang free and Melody looked down to appraise it. It was about 7 inches long and thicker than average at the base though it tapered towards the top of the shaft below a circumcised mushroom head. He clearly hadn't trimmed his jet black pubic hair in a week or two which gave the impression of a dark lion's mane. Overall it was not impressive but very respectable.
She knelt before him, staring up at his dumbfounded expression "You want me to suck it?" Melody questioned him.
"Aha." Paul confirmed before she took him into her mouth. He moaned as her lips wrapped around his shaft and she swirled her tongue over the tip. She massaged his balls with one hand, all while gripping his hips with the other, holding him flush against the wall.
Paul's knees buckled, threatening to give out from under him as Melody bobbed her head up and down on his dick, her saliva slicking his shaft. He buried his hands in her hair. The texture was silken and smooth, an extension of her graceful body. His cock throbbed against her tongue as she licked and kissed him, igniting a fire within him. With a gruff growl, he gripped the back of her head and shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into her willing mouth.
"Can you fucking take it all?" he panted, his voice hoarse and strained.
Melody moaned around his cock, the vibration of her voice only adding to the thrilling sensation coursing through him.
To Melody's disappointment he thrust into her mouth just once more before pulling out with a gasp. She enjoyed sucking cock and would have liked him to take advantage of her mouth but instead he hauled her to her feet and she allowed him to do so, giving him a wicked grin as he kissed her hungrily on the lips. Their bodies entangled in a passionate frenzy as they tugged at each other's clothing, desperate to feel skin against skin.
As Melody shed her top, Paul's gaze fell on her perfect, perky breasts encased in a lacy black bra. But before he could even react, her skirt was already around her ankles and she was stepping out of it, revealing a matching lace thong.
Without uttering a word, Paul picked her up and pressed her against the nearest wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he ground his hard cock against her lacy underwear.
"Are you glad you didn't go home?" Melody panted.
"God yes."
He gripped her ass tightly as he drove his cock against her, the fabric of her thong soaked through with her arousal. With one hand, he managed to slide her underwear aside, exposing her swollen clit. He rubbed his cock against her flesh, teasing them both with the promise of what was to come.
"Do you want me inside you?" he growled, kissing her shoulders.
"Yes," she moaned. "fuck me."
He carried her to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress with a thud. Melody lifted her legs in the air to invite him to take off her panties.
. The instant he pulled them off, she spread her legs wide open. Paul looked at her glistening pink pussy, swollen and juicy, and he couldn't wait any longer. He buried his face between her skinny thighs.
Melody cried out as his tongue flicked and twirled over her clit. He was quite good at that, she thought. With a finger, Paul pushed inside of her wet entrance.
She gasped, arching her back, urging him further in. He sank two fingers in and out of her as he sucked and teased her swollen clit. His rhythm was relentless, alternating between teasing her opening with his tongue and driving his fingers deep into her pussy. Even better was the fact that she could feel the metal of his wedding ring against her sensitive flesh as he thrust into her.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Keep going, right there, yes, yes. Don't stop." she begged and Paul didn't. Unable to hold back any longer, Melody climaxed, her loud moans filling the room.
"Fuuuuuuuuck, yes!" she shouted, her pussy bucking into his face.
Paul was thrilled to have made her scream like that, his wife was never this loud. Melody sat up and grabbed the wrist of the hand he had been fingering her with, pulling it towards her mouth so she could suck her own juices off his fingers. She moaned her appreciation as she tasted herself and he reveled in the obscenity of the moment.
"Fuck, you're a filthy little thing." Paul growled
Eyes wide, Melody nodded in agreement while gripping his wedding ring with her teeth and pulling the band off of his slick finger before discarding it over the side of the bed with a spit.
Melody then reached around and unclaspped her bra and let it fall to the side to let him see her small, pink, hardened nipples.
"Tell me something your wife won't let you do to her."
Paul, still kneeling between her legs, thought for a moment. "She doesn't let me come in her mouth." he confessed, his eyes fixed on Melody's inviting lips.
"I'll drink your cum." Melody said, her eyes gleaming with slutty intent.
Paul's eyes widened at the suggestion before he climbed on top of her and reaching for his cock, noticing that it was hardernow than he could ever remember it being.
He guided his cock towards her entrance, teasingly rubbing the head up and down her wet slit before pushing into her.
Melody gasped, clutching his shoulders as her pussy claimed another woman's husband. Paul's thrusts pounded into her, desperate to please this new, exciting lover. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss as their bodies continued to collide, the sounds of slapping flesh and heated breaths filling the stifling room.
Her legs locked behind his back, pulling him deeper into her. She was desperate to feel the muscular plane of his chest against her breasts. The rhythm of their thrusts increased, harder and faster, their breaths matched by their pounding hearts. Paul reached down and rubbed her eye-wateringly sensitive clit.
"Oh fuck!" Melody cried, wanting more and more and her voice hoarse from her screaming. Paul's movements sped up and the entire bed shook under them.
"I'm gonna come!" Paul yelled, prompting Melody to push his chest off of her.
"In my mouth!" She demanded. With shaking hands, Paul positioned his cock at her lips. He watched as she opened her mouth wide and accepted him in. Her warm, velvety mouth engulfed his cock, each suction sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. The image of her red lips wreathed around his shaft would be burnt into his memory. He would rely on this visual to fuel his sexual fantasies for years to come: his wife would never know of this moment, this sinful act.
He exploded and his orgasm crackled through him.
His hot, sticky cum flooded into Melody's mouth, salty and thick on her tongue. She swallowed his seed in small gulps, just enough to allow him to refill her mouth with more. She relished in the feel of his cock pulsing with each jet until he was completely drained.
Melody loosened her lips and allowed Paul to withdraw his manhood. She looked up at him with her angelic face, her mouth open to show him the remnants of his release still coating her lips and tongue, before swallowing it down in one large gulp.
"Jesus, you're amazing." Paul exclaimed, still trembling from his orgasmic pleasure.
Melody smiled saucily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before licking her fingers clean. "I told you I was better than your wife."
They lay sprawled on the bed, Paul's penis still twitching with the aftershocks of his ejaculation.
"Christ, you weren't kidding." He muttered, looking down upon Melody's splayed legs, her pussy still wet and sensitive. "Can I get your number?"
Paul asked, letting out a deep sigh as he reluctantly zipped up his pants.
Melody evaluated him using her scoring system. He was handsome, tall, dark hair, defined jaw and muscular, she could award him a four for attractiveness. His cock was a little bigger than average though the shape wasn't perfect, she scored him a three for cock size.
He had been skilled at foreplay, having made her come with his fingers and tongue, she gave him a four for that performance. But as for his fucking performance, well he had lost in points there. He had certainly tried but lacked the stamina she had craved, she gave him only a two. Finally dominance, which was the most important of the five attributes. Paul had taken the initiative a couple of times but failed to assert himself despite his size advantage over her, a two seemed fair. That was 15 points.
Melody considered whether that was enough to give him her number in the hopes of another session. Then she remembered that he was married, that was worth a bonus point for sure. Upping his total to 16, room for improvement but probably worth another go.
"Pass me your phone." said Melody, holding out her hand.
Paul hesitated before unlocking his phone and handing it to her. She quickly typed in her number and saved it to his contacts. She pressed the 'Back' button to return the phone to its Home screen. The background was a picture of a red haired woman with a button nose smiling brightly.
"You've wife's cute." Melody told him, passing the phone back.
Noticing it was 1am, Paul hurried to dress himself and give Melody a quick goodbye kiss before rushing off to his suburban home, where he intended to avoid the uncomfortable questions from his wife about his lateness.
Melody fell to sleep naked and slept soundly for the next few hours.
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Lisa Williams arrived at the restaurant first, as usual. She had always had a penchant for punctuality, even when it meant waiting at a table for half an hour before her friends arrived. Lisa and Melody had a standing reservation at this restauran at 1pm every weekday. The ritual was comforting to them both, a consistent event in their chaotic schedules to reenergize.
Melody and Lisa met at the gym, were Lisa worked as a personal trainer, shortly after Melody had moved to the city. Lisa had intuitively recognised that Melody was new in town and hadn't made any friends yet and so had begun inviting her to lunch, at first as a kindness. However, over time, the two women had grown close, each recognizing something they admired in one another.
Lisa was married to Detective Alex Williams, something Melody only realised a month or so after meeting Lisa, and had four children. That meant that she didn't have much time to be spontaneous or adventurous and so she lived vicariously through Melody's endeavours, always eager for details of her trysts with men with Melody shared freely. Melody, meanwhile, was in awe of Lisa's ability to keep up with the demands of her husband, children, and job, admiring the way she balanced her life in a way that she could only dream of doing herself.
Lisa's eyes lit up as she saw Melody approaching. She stood up, giving her a hug and kissing her on the cheek.
"Hi Melody! You're looking great!" Lisa gushed as Melody pulled out the chair opposite and sat down. "You always look great," she amended, before rolling her eyes.
They each ordered a glass of white wine and the waitress left them with the menus.
"So, what's the latest?" Lisa inquired, taking a sip of her wine.
Melody sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Same old shit, different day. Another moron who chooses not to listen to me. Your husband's case actually."
Lisa sympathized, "I know how it feels. My clients don't always make the decisions I want them to either."
"Alex can be such a dick to them Lisa, really, I don't know why you're married to him." said Melody with a snort, waving her wine glass dismissively. "It's like he gets off on making people suffer."
"You know, he's just doing what he thinks is right, but the job has changed him I can tell you that." said Lisa, shaking her head.
"So, he hasn't always been an asshole?"
Melody asked, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her drink.
Lisa shook her head. "No, he's a good man. Did I ever tell you how we met?"
Melody shook her head back with a mouth full of wine.
"Well I used to work the night shift at that diner off the main highway, right?" Lisa started, taking another drink of wine to wet her throat.
Melody nodded, listening intently.
"It was a scary place for a young black woman, I can tell you. One night this guys comes in with the biggest knife I've ever seen. I thought I was done for, I really did."
Melody leaned forward, entranced by Lisa's story. "Oh my god, what happened?"
"Turns out Alex, he was just a rookie back then, was sat in one of the booths. He'd never been in before, but this night he just happened to be there. He didn't hesitate, he tackled the guy to the ground, completely unarmed." Lisa's voice was steady, but her eyes were shining with pride.
"Fuck, that's badass." Melody admired, sipping more of her drink.
"Then, while Alex wrestled the knife out of the guys hand, I grabbed a stack of plates and smashed them over the dude's head." Lisa exclaimed, pounding the table for emphasis.
Melody burst out laughing, almost spitting wine across the table. "You fucking smashed plates over his head? I can't believe it!"
Lisa grinned, "Yeah, knocked him out cold. But after that, Alex came to the diner every night, just to make sure I was Ok."
Just then, the waitress arrived and took their order before scampering away again.
As they waited for their food, Lisa leaned in closer, whispering excitedly to Melody, "So, tell me all the kinky details of your latest hookup."
Melody giggled, "Ok, so I met this guy, Paul, in a bar last night. He's married, but" she winked, "that didn't stop us."
"You're bad girl!" Lisa exclaimed, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Go on, I want to hear all about it."
Melody leaned in closer, and spoke quietly "Well, we ended up back at my place, and he went down on me like he was starved."
"You think his wife isn't satisfying him?" Lisa teased.
"Definitely not, he told me she doesn;t let him cum in her mouth." Melody said, sipping her wine nonchalantly.
"Oooh, did he cum in your mouth?" Lisa asked with twinkling eyes, unable to contain her excitement.
Melody nodded and leaned back in her chair pouting, closing her eyes. She could still feel the sensation of his hot cum on her tongue. "Yes, and it was so good. He was so pent up."
"How did he do on the scorecard?" Lisa probed.
"I gave him 15 plus a bonus point because he was married." Melody explained.
"Do you think you'll see him again?"
"Maybe, I gave him my number, we'll see if he calls. Anyway, enough about my sex life, why do we never talk about yours?" Melody pointed out. "You never tell me about your sex life with Alex."
Lisa opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. Melody could see her friend was torn, unsure if she should share or not. But then Lisa seemed to make up her mind and let out a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. "Well...he's great...there are just some things we don't agree on. Some things we'd like to do that the other won't"
"Like what, for example?" Melody prodded.
Lisa looked around the restaurant, making sure no one was near enough to overhear. "Well, there's one thing..." she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Melody raised an eyebrow and waited for Lisa to continue.
"I've always wanted a threesome." Lisa confided.
"Like, with a man or with a woman?" Melody asked, her curiosity piqued.
Lisa paused. "With another woman," she admitted softly.
Melody's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's hot. Have you ever talked to Alex about it?"
"Sort of, he thinks it would be cheating." Lisa sighed heavily.
"Cheating?" Melody scoffed.
"I know, the funny thing is, in the fantasy, I don't even really get involved, I just sort of watch him with the other woman." Lisa whispered to Melody, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Melody leaned in even closer, intrigued by this revelation. "Wow, and he's really not in to that?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah, he's too protective of me, I think."
"In your fantasy, who do you imagine is with him then?" Melody asked, her eyes fixed on Lisa's.
Lisa's blush deepened, "Well, I've imagined him with lots of different women, but more recently I've been imagining it being you."
Melody's mouth opened in surprise. "Oh, you kinky little thing. I'm very flattered."
Lisa laughed with a hint of disappointment. 'I know you guys don't get on though, and he'd never be up for it, it's just a fantasy."
They sat in silence for a moment as Melody considered the revelation. What would it be like to sleep with a married man in front of his wife? Melody's mind swirled with the possibilities. She thought about Detective Williams, her rival at work sure but he certainly wasn't ugly, he was very muscular.
"How big is Alex's, you know?" Melody asked.
"About eight inches, I think. I haven't really measured, to be honest." Lisa replied, her cheeks flushed.
"Not bad." Melody murmured, her mind now sharing in Lisa's fantasy. She clenched her pelvic floor muscles as she tried to visualise the Detective naked. "Shame he wouldn't be up for it."
Their food arrived and they sat in silence, the hum of the restaurant and the clinking of cutlery the only sound for several minutes.
"I did have one thought," Lisa offered. "I thought about blindfolding him, so that he wouldn't know that it wasn't me." Lisa's voice trailed off.
Melody 's eyes locked on to her friend, her heart pounding in her chest. This was a tantalizing opportunity. She could fuck her best friend's husband right in front of her. The naughtiness of the thought made Melody's skin tingle with excitement. She could feel her pussy continually clenching at the idea. She tried to think of reasons why she shouldn't do it but all she could focus on were reasons why she should.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
Melody leaned forward, whispering lustfully, "Maybe we can make your fantasy a reality."
Lisa's eyes widened with shock. "Really?"
Melody smirked, drained her glass and stood up from the table. "I'll text you later and we'll make this happen."
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Melody returned to the offices of Cooper & Kane, taking the elevator four floors up the gleaming glass building, nestled in the heart of downtown. The office was half empty, with most of the staff out at the courthouse or the police station or running around town trying to find their clients. Before she could reach her desk a clerk stopped her.
"Hey Melody, some woman called in looking for you, said she has some information about Sylvester Green?" said the clerk, a young guy in his early twenties, who blushed furiously as soon as he finished speaking.
"Thank you, Dave." Melody replied with a nod, then added, "Did she give you her name? Contact number?"
Dave tried to compose himself. "Her name was Marissa, she didn't give me her number but said she lives in College Dorms with Green."
"So, now I have to go over there and find her Dave because you didn't get a number?" Melody tried to keep her cool but she was annoyed.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that." Dave's face was bright red as he stammered his apology.
Melody fell into her leather desk chair and huffed "Fuck." she sighed, annoyed that she had to go and track this person down. She decided to leave it until the end of the day, the best change of finding a College student in there dorm would be the early evening and she had no intention of making the trip twice. For now, she decided to plough on with her work, wading through the piles of files on her desk. She had fallen behind on paperwork for a number of cases and she knew she needed to get them signed, filed, and sent over to the court. Several hours later she let out another long sigh, checking the clock on her phone. It was already gone five thirty and she knew she needed to get going soon if she didn't want to waste her entire evening working. She quickly glanced over her emails before locking her computer, then grabbed her purse and headed for the elevator.
Her phone vibrated. It was a message from Paul.
Paul: "Hey, can I see you tonight? I think I left my wedding ring at your place x."
Melody smiled coyly as she read the text from Paul and tapped our her reply.
Melody: "Hey, I bet you're in a lot of trouble? Come over at 11pm."
She put her phone away and flagged a taxi to take her to the College dorms were Sylvester lived before he was arrested.
The cab driver's eyes lingered on her ass as she climbed into the back seat, but she ignored him and focused on the task at hand. Traffic was heavy and the 15 minute journey turned into 30. Melody sat back in the cab, tapping her foot impatiently. She glanced at her phone, the time showing just after 6pm. She hoped that there would be someone around the dorms. As the cab pulled up alongside the building, Melody could see that there was a hive of activity going on outside. The sun was still shining and many of the fresh-faced students were enjoying the warmth in the courtyard. Melody paid the driver, including a generous tip, and stepped out of the car.
She marched purposefully towards the dorm building, her heels clicking loudly on the concrete pathway. She didn't have a surname or even know what Marissa looked like so she looked from side to side in the hope that someone would jump out at her as a likely candidate for someone who would know Sylvester.
Just then, a young woman with long, curly brown hair came jogging towards her, wearing a pair of short denim shorts and a faded band t-shirt, panting.
"Hey, are you Melody Erikson?" she asked breathlessly.
Melody turned towards the woman "Yes, and you must be Marissa," she said with a small smile on her lips.
"Oh, thank god you're here! I've been trying to call you all day." Marissa exclaimed, wringing her hands nervously.
"Is there somewhere private we can talk?" Melody asked professionally.
Marissa reluctantly nodded and led her upstairs to her dorm room.
The room smelled of weed and beer mixed with the scent of sweat and cheap perfume. Melody turned her nose up at the smell but didn't say anything. The room was small but tidy, with a twin-sized bed pushed up against the wall, a desk and chair on the other side, and a dresser between the two. There was a window above the bed that overlooked the parking lot below.
Melody sank onto the desk chair while Marissa sat on the edge of the bed. The girl's nerves were palpable, her legs shaking as she fidgeted with her hands.
Melody leaned back, crossing her legs and appraising the young woman before her. Marissa was a pretty thing, with the natural beauty of someone who doesn't need to put in much effort to look nice. She had a curvy figure, full breasts and hips that swayed as she moved. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her round face and deep hazel eyes.
"Now, you called me here about some information you have about Sylvester Green, is that right?" Melody asked, getting straight to the point.
"Yeah, is he Ok?"
"Sylvester? He's fine. What is it you asked me here for?"
"I'm scared for him." Marissa stammered as she stared into Melody's eyes, her face colored with fear.
"Why, what's wrong?" Melody asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"I heard some guys talking, they were saying that Sylvester has told the cops things and that Christos is going to kill him for it."
"Sylvester is in the County Jail, he'll be fine." Melody reassured.
"But I overheard them talking about how Sylvester was singing like a canary and that Christos was pissed." Marissa said with urgency, her voice shaking as she spoke. "Please, you have to help him. They're going to kill him."
Melody sighed. "is Sylvester your boyfriend?" Melody asked, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.
The girl nodded.
"Sylvester is my client, I will do everything within my power to ensure that no harm comes to him." Melody answered calmly, trying to soothe Marissa's panicked state.
Marissa's shoulders relaxed slightly, but the fear still present in her eyes was evident. "Thank you, Ms. Erikson."
Melody stood up and walked towards the door, turning back to Marissa, "If you hear anything else, call me immediately,."
Melody closed the door behind her softly then let out a bored, frustrated sigh/ This was now another, probably pointless, thing she had to worry about. As much as she thought she had her plate full, it seemed like that plate was always overflowing in some fashion or another. She decided to head to the nearest bar she could find and as she walked through the halls of the dorm building she mentally cast away her work responsibilities.
The halls were bustling with students and she weaved her way in and out of them as they loitered and laughed holding paper cups
of brightly colored alcoholic beverages in their hands. She couldn't help but envy the carelessness and lightheartedness of their youth. She watched a group of girls walk past her dressed in short denim skirts and low cut tops, all with confident looks on their faces. She noticed a tall man, maybe only 18, walking towards her from the opposite direction scanning her body as he approached, making no effort to hide his admiration of her.
"Hey." the student greeted her. "You wanna hang out?" the young man asked, taking a step toward Melody.
He was a slim kid with an oily face, his confidence in approaching her was surprising given his weasley appearance. Though Melody had not intnetion of hanging out with him, he had given her an idea.
"Not right now honey, but where can I get one of these drinks everyone has?" Melody replied playfully, cuffing him on the arm as she gazed up at him, cocking her head to the side.
The kids confident demeanour suddenly evaporated when Melody didn't simply walk away and he fumbled to point to an open dorm doorway from which the most laughter was eminating.
With a polite smile she wished him well, entered the crowded dorm room, and found herself surrounded by a sea of young, beautiful people. It was clear that she had stumbled upon some kind of party.
The room was pulsing with bass-heavy music, and the air was thick with marijuana smoke. Melody's body stirred with excitement as she watched the young people around her laughing, drinking, and flirting.
"Mind if I join you guys?"
Melody asked a group of young men who were huddled together by the keg. They turned to look at her, and one spectacled kid nodded quickly, giving her a lopsided grinned.
"Definitely!"
Melody stepped forward and filled a plastic cup with beer, spotted an empty beanbag chair in the corner and sauntered over to it. She sat down, tucking her legs underneath herself and surveying the scene before her. A nearby couple laughed as they made out, their hands wandering under each other's clothes. The man's eyes, however, were fixed on Melody, drinking her in rather than his partner.
Melody smirked at him over her cup of beer, and he smiled back. He was about 5' 10 with shaggy dark hair that framed his high cheekbones and masculine jaw. If it wasn't for the grungy hair and chequered shirt he wore, she thought he could be a model for some male fragrance brand. Instead he looked like the front-man for an indie band, cool and unapologetic.
Melody took a swig of her beer, eyeing him over the rim of the cup, her gaze steady and flirtatious. She raised an eyebrow, and he took it as his cue.
He parted himself from the girl he'd been kissing, who gave a disgruntled tut, and swaggered over to Melody. She noticed a tattoo
Melody tilted her head to the side, her eyes fixed on his, as cool as ice as he approached.
"You're not a student here are you?" he asked.
Melody paused as she sipped her beer, her other hand resting on her bare thigh. "Nope." she said, moving aside slightly on the large beanbag to make space for the student to sit down, now noticing the large tattoo of a jungle cat that covered his left forearm.
He gladly accepted and sat down next to her. "So, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Melody leaned back in the beanbag, showing off her tiny waist. "Just looking for some fun."
The student laid back beside her. "How old are you?" he asked.
"28." Melody responded. "You?"
"19."
The music was getting louder and the room more crowded, but the patch they had claimed in the corner, on the comfy beanbag, felt private.
"Who was the girl you were making out with, your girlfriend?" Melody asked.
"Nothing serious." he replied.
"So what's your type?' she asked, their bodies creeping closer so that there was no personal space between them.
"Blondes." he said.
"My lucky day." said Melody, her eyes twinkling as she brushed her lips against the strangers.
He latched on to her mouth, his tongue probing for entry. Melody opened her lips, allowing his access. Their jaws opened and closed in unison and their tongues engaged each other, rolling and teasing and twisting together harmoniously. He was a good kisser, Melody thought, especially for being so young. She held his face in her hands and ran her fingers through his hair, letting her nails graze his scalp. She moaned into his mouth, running her tongue along the soft part of his bottom lip. His hand came up to rest on the curve of her breast, kneading it gently.
"God, you're so fucking hot." he murmured against her lips.
"Thank you." Melody gasped, enjoying the attention on her body. Out of the corner of her eye, Melody could see a few heads turning their way but she didn't care. She loved being in the center of attention, displaying her sexuality without guilt or shame.
She deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth then sucking his bottom lip between hers and biting down gently. More of the crowd starteed to watch them kissing now, and she caught snippets of conversations.
"Oh my god, check them out!" a girl whispered.
"Woah, who's that with Dylan?" said one guy.
"I thought he had a girlfriend?"
"No way she's a student here." another bystander chimed in.
"Who is she? She's fuckin' hot!"
Encouraged by the commentary, Melody's dainty fingers unfastened her blouse to unveil her small, firm tits covered in a silky, navy blue bra to the onlookers. The men in the crowd cheered her on to slide her blouse off completely and she complied, tossing it aside. Her flawless, pale skin radiated as she pressed her tits together and made eye contact with Dylan who stared back, captivated as he ran his hands up and down her ribs.
"Shall we go to my dorm?" Dylan whispered, breaking their lip lock, with an unattractive nervousness in his voice
Melody shook her head, biting her lip. "Here is fine."
She caught a glimpse of hesitation in his eyes. He glanced around the room, taking in the number of people watching them, then whispered again, "Everyone is watching."
Melody nodded and licked her lips. "I know." She hooked her leg around his and, grabbing his shirt, dragged him over on top of her, their lips fused together again in a desperate, sloppy kiss. Her fingers now unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a lean but weak chest. Dylan helped her tug the shirt off before she continued down to unfasten his skinny, faded jeans.
Melody plunged her hand into Dylan's boxers and found a solid but thin cock that almost felt brittle, as if it could be snapped easily. It wasn't the mouthwatering huge cock she had been hoping for but she was determined to make the most of it.
"Stand up." she demanded.
Dylan did so without further protest, his jeans falling around his ankles but his boxers staying in place until Melody got up from the beanbag and pulled them down to his ankles.
The wall of students that had been surrounding them egged her on as Melody wrapped her fingers around his shaft, measuring the skinny penis, it was quite pitiful and fit in her hand easily. Yet she craved it. She couldn't disappoint her adoring crown and the more eyes on her, the more she felt desired.
Melody kneeled before him, her long, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. She looked up at Dylan, her deep blue eyes full of lust as her lips wrapped around his penis.
The cheers of the crowd grew louder as Melody began to suck on the College student like he was a lollipop. She comfortably took the whole length in so that her nose was hidden by his curly pubic hair.. Dylan closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, groaning loudly as he felt the sensation of Melody’s warm mouth envelop him wholly.
"Is she good bro?" a spectator asked.
"So good man." Dylan replied.
She bobbed her head back and forth, occasionally stopping to lick and flick her tongue along the length of his small dick. She slipped her free hand under the hem of her tiny black mini-skirt and ran two fingers along the wetness found there. Her fingers grazed over her clit, causing her to shiver with pleasure. With a flick of her wrist, she inserted two fingers into her warm pussy and moaned at the sensation it provided.
Her other hand worked Dylan's balls, his groans matching her own. She could feel his orgasm building, and with one final flick of her tongue, Dylan emptied himself into her waiting mouth with a strangled moan.
She swallowed him down with practiced ease but his premature ejaculation was a let down. She was far from satisfied and as he came down from his high, she slipped her fingers out from beneath her skirt and brought them to her lips, tasting herself on them. She couldn't let her arousal go untamed.
The eyes of the young men in the room were rattling at the sight of the older woman on her knees, swallowing down their friend's cum. Each of them wanted her.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra for them all to see her modest, but perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard, begging for the touch of someone's mouth. Melody opened her legs slightly and pushed a finger into her soaking wet pussy.
"Anyone want to take over?" she asked.
A group of guys started pushing forward, each one hoping that they would be the lucky one to fuck the beautiful blonde.
Melody had her eyes on one man in particular. A young black man at the back of the room. He was the tallest there and could watch over everybody elses heads. To Melody's disappointment, however, he was not one of those jostling for her attention. He stood with his arms folded as he watched the spectacle unfold before him.
A muscular blonde student was the first to unfasten their pants and present their cock to her. With an arrogant look on his face he held out his 7 inch erection. It was noticably longer and slightly thicker than Dylan's and had a glistening droplet of pre-cum at the tip. Melody reached her hand out and began to stroke this new shaft. It was warmer and harder than the previous had been too, and she could feel herself growing wetter at the increase in size. She yanked it towards her face and licked it from base to tip, making sure to lap up the droplet of pre-cum that lingered there.
"Fuck yeah, baby." The blonde student cried out. His eyes were closed in total bliss.
She couldn't see the black man she had set her sights on anymore. The throng of people were getting denser, making it harder to see past those closest to her. She nodded up and down on the cock in front of her.
"Mmm your bigger than Dylan." she told the penis while taking a breath.
Another man's cock appeared in her peripheral vision, shorter but more bulbous than the arrogant blonde's. She stroked it in her free hand, twisting it around and rejoicing in the feeling of this second veiny shaft.
"Fuck yeah, baby. Take it all in." the blonde student cried out as he thrust his hips forward, pushing all of his cock into her mouth. She slurped on it greedily, enjoying his confidence but unimpressed by his immaturity.
Melody then swapped the arrogant cock currently in her mouth for the thicker one in her hand. It was heavier on her tongue as she sucked it to the back of her throat. She looked up to see who it belonged to, an unremarkable cherub faced student, lost in rapture as she delivered him her full attention.
Melody switched back to the arrogant student then back again to the unremarkable one, giving each of them a few seconds of her willing mouth and listening to their panting moans. She loved having such power over these guys, but wished one of them would take greater initiative.
Cum suddenly spurted into her hand, the confident blond student not holding back as he emptied his load . "Fuck, sorry about that baby." he panted, slightly embarrassed but satisfied. She rubbed her hand clean on the carpet and then continued to suck on the other man's cock until, with a shiver, he too released his load into her relentless mouth. Melody swallowed her second mouthful of cum of the night.
A new student stepped forward, pulling down his briefs to reveal the smallest cock so far, but one she had yet to experience. Then another, and another.
Melody took each cock in turn, sucking and licking them with reckless abandon, her hands exploring their balls as they groaned in pleasure. She was insatiable, and the crowd was whipped into a frenzy by the sight of this older woman pleasuring so many young men. She brought each to climax, cum spattering on her cheek, into her hair, and on her tits. She could feel her own orgasm building, her pussy aching to be filled, but she was not going to stop until she had experienced as many young cocks as she could.
Melody's eyes kept flicking back to the tall, brooding figure of the black man at the back of the room. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was the one she really wanted.
Then, as she was consuming yet another cock, the tall black man finally pushed his way through the crowd, his dark stare fixed on Melody. A hush fell over the room as he approached, and Melody felt her heart racing in anticipation. He towered above her.
"I heard you were looking for someone to take over." He said in a deep booming voice, causing Melody's body to shudder.
"You heard right." She replied breathily, pausing her ministrations on the cock currently in her mouth. She let it slip out and gazed up at the black man.
He gave her a small nod and then reached into his shorts. The room went silent again as he produced a thick, 9 inch piece of flesh shaped like a torpedo.
Melody felt almost lightheaded at the sight.
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