Authors: Julie Farrell
“My brother Dylan has a friend who’s a senior cop,” Joseph said. “We’ll take this directly to him. But first we need to pay this private investigator a visit. What’s his name, Bob?”
Bob ran his fingers through his receding hair. “If you ask me, it’s hopeless me even telling you – if he confesses, then he’s signing his own arrest warrant. You’ll never get him to play ball.”
“We’ll see about that,” Eleanor said. “We can be very persuasive when we want to be. Right, Joseph?”
“Absolutely. You give us the name of the private investigator, and we’ll do the rest. If it’s money that makes this guy tick, then perhaps we can provide him with a little incentive of our own.”
It was dark by the time Eleanor and Joseph were ready to leave Bob’s farmhouse, so they wrapped themselves up in their winter coats and said goodbye. The taxi Bob had called was waiting with the engine running, parked on the shadowy road, but – as they made their way towards it – both Eleanor and Joseph halted in the driveway and gazed upwards at the star-spattered sky, which stretched for infinity all around them. It was like being in a snow-globe full of diamonds. Eleanor allowed the feelings of humility and awe to spiral up as she realised that she was a tiny spec in a vast universe.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said.
Joseph wrapped his arms around her. “And you outshine all of them, Ellie.”
She gazed into his eyes. “Aw, thank you, Joseph!”
He cringed at his romanticness. “Come on, we’d better get back to the airport before I start serenading you!”
Once the private jet was back in the air and they were completely alone, Eleanor watched as Joseph grabbed a carryall from a closet and out pulled a pilot’s cap and jacket.
“I planted this here when we first boarded,” he said.
She frowned, wondering what the hell he was up to. He threw her a smutty grin as he removed his shirt and slung the jacket over his bare shoulders, leaving it undone so Eleanor could see his muscles. He maintained smouldering eye contact with her as he placed the cap askance on his head.
“Wanna fly me?” he asked.
Eleanor grinned as she inspected her own private sexy pilot. “Oh my god, you’re amazing.”
“Allow me to send you sky-high, sweetheart.”
Eleanor’s body washed with lust. He strutted over to where she was standing and kissed her hard.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “I need to get inside you. But first… take a seat.”
He gestured to the kitchenette table, so she grabbed a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and trying to stay in control.
Joseph rummaged in his carryall again and produced a bottle of massage oil, then he stood in front of her like a stripper at a bachelorette party. He gazed down into her eyes, and – not breaking eye contract – he grabbed her hand and squirted some oil into her palm.
“Touch me, babe,” he said, opening his jacket and leaning forward. “I’m your toy. My body is for your pleasure.”
She laughed and rubbed the oil into his amazing toned pecs and sculpted abs. It turned her on to touch his warm fit body, sliding her hands over his taut flesh. He grabbed her hands and encouraged her to put them around his waist and down the back of his trousers, so she could enjoy a grope of his toned buttocks, which he was now swaying alluringly, while they both laughed at the levity of the situation.
“Unzip me,” he said, offering her his pelvis.
Eleanor grinned as she raised her hands to unzip his leather trousers, then she tugged out his huge cock and slid her oily hand up and down the shaft. It was the most perfect cock she’d ever seen – so smooth and powerful; a handsome specimen which she knew could give her deep thrusting pleasure all night long.
“Mmm, so good, sweetheart,” he said.
He stepped away and peeled down his trousers – stripping them off for her pleasure – then he stepped back in front of her and offered her a muscly thigh, which she massaged with her oily fingers. His body was amazing and she was delighted for this chance to stroke him and play with him. And he seemed to relish being groped by her as she reached around again to squeeze his buttocks while sliding her other hand down his rock-solid calf.
“You’re incredible,” she whispered.
“You can touch me anytime,” he said. “I’m all yours. But now…”
He threw his jacket to the floor, revealing his shiny oil-smeared torso.
“Stand up,” he ordered, taking his erection in his own hand and fondling it. “I need to fuck you.”
On trembling legs, Eleanor clambered to her feet and he kissed her passionately. Then – resting his hand on her shoulder – he swaggered behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
She flushed with desire. He reached around and undid the buttons of her shirt, stripping it off her shoulders and exposing her lacy bra. She breathed hard – aware of her ample cleavage rising and falling. He bit her neck as he unhooked her bra, then he caressed her breasts, making them plump up.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he said, grinding his hard cock into her ass. “I’m tempted to bend you over and fuck you hard. But…”
He ran his hands down her stomach to her suit trousers, which he unzipped and let drop to the carpet.
“Turn to face me, hotstuff,” he growled.
She stepped out of her trousers and turned to face him, feeling her desires volcano inside. “Now you’ve got me in nothing but my panties, Commander Joseph, what are you going to do with me?”
He cupped her chin and kissed her hard. “I’m going to make you lose control – just like an airplane in nosedive, sweetheart.”
She grinned. “That’s what I was hoping.”
He gestured to the velour couch. “Lie down.”
She padded over and got herself comfy, then he perched on the edge of the couch, facing her. He squirted some of the massage oil onto his fingers and rubbed his strong hands together. “I’ve got something here to relax away your fears of flying,” he said seductively.
She smirked. “I’m not afraid of flying.”
He ran his fingers up her thigh, causing lust to spiral through her yearning body. “You should be. Because I’m dangerously desperate to take you, babe.”
She chuckled and writhed on her back. “Go ahead. I’m all yours.”
He wrapped his fingers around his glorious powerful cock, and massaged it with an oily hand, while gazing down at her bare breasts as if she were a porn star. He shot her a devilish grin, then he picked up the massage oil, held it above her chest, and squirted the warm oily liquid over her breasts.
“Touch yourself for me, babe,” he said, fondling his straining cock.
She writhed on the couch and massaged the oil into her breasts, enjoying the look of awe on his face and subversive feeling as they both touched themselves for each other’s viewing pleasure.
“I can’t let you have all the fun,” he said. He knelt one leg on the end of the couch and leaned forward to place his own oily hands on her breasts, which sent spirals of dirty lust directly into her throbbing body. He lowered his fit body over her, covering her up and kissing her on the lips.
The kiss grew in passion as he continued to rub her breasts. She rubbed her clit against his firm thigh, desperate to feel him inside her. He got the hint, and peeled off her panties with his oily fingers.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, rubbing the oil over her tingling legs.
A wave of desire shuddered over her as he crept his fingers up to her pussy, and eased two inside, making her gasp. She was desirously wet now and his lubricated fingers slipped in easily. She gasped and groaned as he rubbed her G-spot, sending her lust into glorious sizzles all over her body.
“Touch yourself again,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
She grinned and fondled her breasts, as he grabbed a condom and rolled it on, then he positioned himself at the end of the couch and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her roughly towards him. Her ass landed on the couch armrest, which tilted her hips upwards and gave him the perfect access to tease the tip of his cock into the opening of her pussy.
She groaned with passion, already starting to come. “Oh, yes, Joe…”
“Feels so good,” he said, pulling her towards himself and easing his cock inside. He thrust himself in fully, then he ground his hips slow and strong.
He held her hips in place with one hand, then he leaned down and caressed her tits with the other hand – pounding himself into her, and rubbing his toned abs against her clit.
The feel of him massaging her breasts as he thrust was erotic, yet somehow tender; it meant that they could gaze into each other’s eyes. She loved the fact that Joseph enjoyed watching her come, and she sensed he was in for a spectacular show today. Her body and mind swirled with desire as she gazed at him through half-closed eyes, relishing the sight of him in that pilot’s cap, which made him look incredibly hot; so in control and dominating. She felt herself liftoff into the orgasm which blasted through her at a hundred miles an hour. Allowing the couch to take all her weight, she felt as if she was floating in the air as she groaned with joy and lost herself in euphoria. She ground her clit into Joseph as he fucked her strongly, sending her soul into a frenzy of passion and causing tremors of blissful ecstasy to soar through her body.
She grinned hard as she gently drifted back down to earth, and – as she opened her eyes – she saw that Joseph was still massaging her breasts with his strong fingers – which had made the orgasm even more intense than usual.
He stood up straight, looking pleased with himself. “Welcome to the mile high club. I hope you enjoyed your flight, and I can’t wait to welcome you back on-board again.”
“Me too,” she said, giggling.
He removed the condom, then joined her on the couch, grabbing a blanket to cover them both. She snuggled into his arms and started to fall asleep, enjoying the gentle rocking of the jet and the hypnotic whirring of the engines. But then her thoughts turned to the reason for being on this plane...
“So what’s the plan?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. “Meet up with the private investigator and beg him to confess?”
Joseph ran his fingers absentmindedly through her hair. “You should contact the private investigator and arrange to meet with him at Press HQ tomorrow night – tell him you’ve heard how great he is and that Stinger has tipped you off to use him. In the meantime, I can meet up with Dylan and get him to talk to his cop friend. Then we’ll tell the private investigator that the police are on-board. The
in
corrupt ones this time.”
“Sounds like a good plan. But this private investigator… he might turn ugly?”
“Nah, he won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because
I’ll
be there with you. And we’ll bring Adam and Dylan for back-up.
And
a briefcase full of money.”
She laughed, snuggling back in his arms again. “Sounds like you’ve thought of everything.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “I just want you to succeed, sweetheart.”
“So
I
get to keep the story, right?”
“Of course – I’ve thought of that too. You can publish it in
The Big Society
, then use
that
as a press release for all the major broadsheets. I bet you’ll have the pick of the jobs after that – they’ll be begging you to work for them. The
good
newspapers; the ones that actually believe in reporting the facts. ” He squeezed her in his arms. “But for now, we’ve got a couple hours before we land. How about I show you how to adopt a good position in the unlikely case of an emergency landing?”
She chuckled. “Please do!”
Eleanor felt strong and powerful as she strode in the snow towards the steps of Press HQ the next evening, surrounded by the three Quinlan Brothers. It was amazing the power they emitted – especially when they were on a mission. It was like having three bodyguards. Adam and Dylan had come straight from work and were dressed in their designer suits, and Joseph was holding her hand – wearing his usual leather trousers and winter coat over his shirt. Eleanor was in her pinstripe suit and heels, and she imagined the whole scene looked like something out of a 1950s spy movie. Dylan had spoken to his cop friend earlier, and he’d said he would gladly reopen the case against News Scape if they could provide him with a lead and some evidence. So that’s what they planned to do tonight.
Eleanor had taken great joy in calling the private investigator earlier, requesting he meet her here tonight. He hadn’t suspected a thing, because she’d opened the conversation by mentioning Stinger’s name, and then they’d chatted about what sort of services he could provide. But he wasn’t stupid of course. He’d ensured he’d only spoken vaguely over the phone, not committing himself to any details, and saying they ought to meet in person before he took her on as a client.
So here she was with Joseph, Adam, and Dylan, striding up the steps of Press HQ, rushing to get in out of the freezing snow – ready to lay the trap. It was quiet here this evening, due to the treacherous weather and lack of protesters, but the old gothic building was still as much of a fortress as ever. Luckily, there was only one security guard, cowering under an umbrella, dressed in a thick trench coat and leather boots. Eleanor halted on the concrete steps and flashed her pass at him.
“Eleanor Davison,” she said. “These guys are with me.”
The guard grabbed her pass with gloved hands and inspected it closely. “Why are you here this time of night, ma’am?”
“I’m interviewing Joseph Quinlan.”
The guard glanced up and noticed Joseph for the first time. He seemed taken aback about having this A-list rockstar standing on his steps. The fact that Joseph was wearing sunglasses in the middle of winter should’ve been a clue.
Joseph remained totally deadpan, playing the part of celebrity asshole perfectly. “Do we have a problem?”
“Uhh…” The guard turned back to Eleanor, not daring to speak to the rock-god himself. “And who are these other two men with you, ma’am?”
Adam folded his arms across his broad chest and glowered. Eleanor tried not to laugh – he looked as if he’d just walked off the set of
Reservoir Dogs
. “We’re Joseph’s bodyguards and we never let him out of our sight. Now hurry up; it’s freezing out here and our superstar needs to either go inside right now or get back in the limo.”
The guard glanced at the road. There was no limo there, because they’d come in a cab. He spoke to Eleanor again. “I’m sorry, but I’m can’t permit entry to anyone without an official pass.
You
can enter, but I’m afraid–”
Joseph whipped off his shades and stepped into the guard’s personal space. “Do you
know
who I am?”
“Yes, sir, but–”
“No, I don’t think you do.
I’m
Blair Robertson’s biggest money-maker, and I’ve never been so insulted. I’m freezing my nuts off out here, while you – some
nobody
– treats me like a regular person! That’s it, Ellie, the interview’s off. I’ll ensure Mr Robertson hears all about how this guard prevented you from acquiring the most lucrative scoop in the history of his newspaper. Goodbye!”
Joseph turned to leave, but Eleanor grabbed his arm, playing along. “No, Joseph, please! I’m sure this guard will do the right thing and allow New Scape’s biggest commodity to enter the building.” She shot the guard a pleading look, saying to him with her big blue eyes, ‘It’s okay – I’m the same as you. He’s an idiot, but we all have to pander to the stars in this job…’
“Please,” she whispered to the guard, as Joseph struggled against her grip. “Do the right thing…”
The guard’s expression was full of terror – torn between not wanting to upset this superstar but wanting to follow the protocol about who was allowed entry. He inspected Joseph and his ‘bodyguards’ once more, then he stepped out the way and allowed them to access the huge red wooden doors. Eleanor’s nerves dissipated as she strode inside. She exhaled, realising she’d been holding her breath. Then she led the three Quinlan brothers into the stark and empty foyer.
The only other person in here at the moment clearly possessed all the correct entry paperwork. The private investigator was sitting on one of the leather couches with his legs crossed, looking like an English gent dressed in a tweed suit and a bowtie. Eleanor knew looks could be deceptive, but this shouldn’t be too hard.
She strode over to where he was sitting and thrust out her hand. “You must be Max.”
He stood up and smiled smarmily. He spoke like an English gent too. “Eleanor, yes. Glad to make your acquaintance. Forgive my furtiveness; Gerald doesn’t usually pass my details onto new reporters.”
He glanced over her shoulder at where Adam, Dylan, and Joseph were now forming a wall of muscle behind her.
Eleanor gestured to Joseph. “I’ve managed to bag myself a celebrity, so Stinger’s been impressed with my work so far. Stinger mentioned that you work with several journalists within News Scape – is that correct?”
Max lowered his voice. “One must be discreet about such connections.”
“Oh… but you
do
have a long list of infiltrators who you can buy information from, right? People in the IRS, corrupt government officials… even some local cops, I hear?”
Max glanced to the side shiftily. “We’re not usually quite so candid about it, Ms Davison. You might want to keep your voice down. You never know who might betray you.”
She smiled sweetly. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m very new to this. Why don’t we sit down and talk discreetly?”
He smiled paternally. “Yes, okay.”
Eleanor sat with him on the leather couch. The men remained standing, looking fiercely intimidating in their suits. Eleanor’s gaze brushed over the black leather briefcase handcuffed to Adam’s wrist. Max glanced at the men and shifted uncomfortably.
Eleanor summoned up her sweetest demeanour. “The thing is, I’ve uncovered a great story – it could
actually
be the scoop of the century. But I need you to confirm if it’s true.”
“Right, okay. Well, why don’t you tell me more, and I’ll see what I can do?”
“Alright.” Eleanor inhaled and looked directly into Max’s eyes. “So, there’s this guy called Blair Robertson who owns a newspaper and employs an editor called Gerald Stinger. Together, they framed a reporter – Bob Crowe – I think you know him? He was using illegal means of acquiring information and he went to prison. Anyway, Bob knows that every other reporter in the company is also bribing, blackmailing, and coercing to get information for their stories. So where do you come in? Well, it’s been suggested that the person who’s been feeding them this information has shady contacts with phone companies, corrupt government officials, and even a few bent cops. I was wondering whether you might like to help me to find out more about this? Huh? What do you say? Max?”
Max was staring at Eleanor with his mouth open. He’d gone very pale.
“What’s the matter, Max?” Joseph said stepping forward. “No comment?”
Eleanor hardened up, allowing her true feelings to gush out. “Look, you know you’ve broken all sorts of laws. You’ve even been hacking Joseph’s phone – or someone
you
paid has. We’ve told the police, and they’re very interested – and they’re not the sort of cops you can bribe. So I have a deal for you: if you give us the list of all the other reporters who you’ve helped – as well as all the corrupt infiltrators – then maybe the police will overlook some of the charges against you. If you testify against your little cronies, it’ll potentially shave years off your own incarceration.”
Max was much tougher than he looked. He glared into her eyes. “You’re stupid and naïve to think that I would ever help you with this.
We
own the police. You’re getting yourself into very deep water here.”
“You don’t own all the police,” Dylan said. “A friend of mine is high up in the NYPD. He’s incorruptible. He’s interested in truth, justice, and a nice big promotion.”
Max shook his head assertively. “Do your worst. I’m not ratting on my contacts.”
“I’m sure they’d happily rat on you,” Dylan said.
Max bit his lip and glanced away.
“While you’re thinking about that…” Adam said. He stepped forward and removed the handcuff from his wrist, then he placed the briefcase on the couch between Max and Eleanor, opening it with a flourish.
Max gasped. The case was full of bundles of freshly-minted bills. Adam grinned, clearly enjoying the negotiations – tycoon businessman that he was. “Face it, Max,” he said. “You’re going to jail.
But
if you give us the names of all the reporters who’ve used your services – with evidence against them – then we’ll give you this nice little nest egg for when you come out. What do you say?”
Max’s mouth gawped like a hooked fish thrashing around on the riverbank.
Joseph threw his hand to his hip, making him look powerful. “And we’ll need some dirt on Blair Robertson himself. He’s going to try to squirm out of this by threatening to blackmail us – he’s knows something about my brother that I need kept quiet. So we want something to keep his mouth shut. Okay?”
Max’s shoulders crumpled in defeat and he rubbed his eyes.
“So what do you say to our little deal, Max?” Eleanor asked. “Yes or yes?”