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Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Undercover Paralegal

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Undercover Paralegal  
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)

***

Cheryl goes undercover and gets uncovered, stripped, 
and gang-banged. (M+F, exh, rp, oral, orgy)

***

The sound of shuffling papers and dragging chairs 
signified the end of another Friday meeting. Cheryl 
Thomas sat nervously tapping her pencil on the mahogany 
table and glancing up at Mr. Griswald, the firm's 
senior partner. He had asked her to remain after the 
meeting so they could "talk." 

Her head was swirling as to what he might have meant by 
that, surprised he even knew her name. She had fidgeted 
throughout the meeting. With two small boys at home, 
this wasn't the time to lose her job. She didn't have 
long to think about it though, since the meeting was 
brief, and the room emptied quickly.

"Mrs. Thomas...." Griswald beckoned her.

Cheryl moved slowly to the head of the table. She was a 
little taken aback when he stood up and pulled out a 
chair for her. She thanked him and settled into the 
luxuriously padded executive chair that was normally 
reserved for the firm's partners. She felt uneasy.

"Mrs. Thomas, it has come to my understanding that your 
work on the Porrello case has been invaluable."

Cheryl mentally blew a sigh of relief. "Thank you sir," 
she said, looking up into his faded blue eyes, once 
again thinking how much they reminded her of Paul 
Newman's, as he appeared in her favorite movie, "The 
Verdict."

"Now, you know part of your job here, as a paralegal, 
is to investigate the facts of cases and to ensure that 
all relevant information is considered."

"Yes, sir," she mumbled.

"Well, we have some information that might just set our 
client free."

"I see, sir... good... but what does that have to do 
with me?"

"We need someone to get it on tape."

"Tape?" Cheryl offered.

"Look, I won't force you to participate, but we've 
backed ourselves into a corner on this one."

"Me," Cheryl said with a shrug, her heart a-flutter.

"I'm going to be honest with you. You only have one day 
to prepare, because tomorrow you have a meeting at Mr. 
Carrasso's house.

"Mr. Carrasso! Are you crazy!" Cheryl snapped (as she 
knew about his reputation all to well), and then she 
blushed at her outburst. 

"Settle down. Mr. Donahue will be meeting with 
Carrasso. You will hang out at the pool with his 
daughter."

"Pool?" Cheryl groaned. "Why?"

"You see, his daughter knows that our client didn't 
kill anyone, because she was with him the night of the 
murder."

"Really?" Cheryl blurted.

"Yes, she was having sex with him and his girlfriend. 
We know because we have an informant who actually saw 
the sex tape. Miss Carrasso is quite proud of it."

"Sex tape."

"Yes, she's another Paris Hilton; in fact, she looks 
very much like her. She may even be prettier. All we 
need is for you to record her telling you about the sex 
tape. She bragged about it once. Of course, if you 
could get your hands on the actual tape...."

"I don't think I can, sir," Cheryl said with a gulp. 
She also felt very strange talking about sex with her 
old boss.

"We already have it set up. We have Mr. Donahue's 
apartment completely bugged. We just need you to talk 
her into coming over to his apartment, however you 
can."

"Why?" Cheryl asked. She also didn't like the "however 
you can" part.

"To get it on tape. She has a loose lip, so it 
shouldn't be hard to get her to admit to making the 
tape at the time of the murder. She knows it's true. 
Once we have her recorded admission, she'll have to 
testify. You just have to use some of your womanly 
charms. You'll save our ass on this one."

"I see. Why don't I just ask her at the pool?"

"We need to record it, and Carrasso's place is out."

"I could wear a wire," Cheryl offered, as much as she 
couldn't believe she was even thinking about it. But 
Griswald didn't appear to be taking a "no" for an 
answer. She was also growing strangely excited, 
probably because usually her day consisted of pushing 
papers.

Griswald shook his head. "A wire is out. They would 
find it."

"What?"

"Trust me on that one. Take the rest of the day off and 
be at Donohue's at noon. Bring a bikini." Griswald 
stood up.

"Hold on, sir! Just tell me why they'd find it!" Cheryl 
plucked at Griswald's sleeve.

He straightened his jacket. "Carrasso doesn't trust 
anyone...especially lawyers.... So his security team 
will search you both, before they will let you in."

"Oh," Cheryl moaned, as her boss made his way out the 
rear door. "Wait, sir, please, I can't." But he was 
gone.

Cheryl slumped into her chair. "Searched!" she gasped, 
shaking her head. "What have I gotten myself into?"

The side door opening startled her out of her daze. It 
was an old janitor with a broom. She offered a friendly 
smile in passing and made her way out into the hall. 
She turned the corner and almost ran headlong into the 
very lawyer she was supposed to partner with tomorrow.

"Ah, Jack, you surprised me," she gushed.

"So, can we count you in?" He asked.

"I-I-I guess."

"Oh, thank god! You'll save our ass on this one. You 
know where I live. Come by tomorrow at eleven, so we 
can go over our game plan," he said rapidly, then 
turned to leave.

"Wait Jack," she said, grabbing his arm. "That's twice 
I've heard that 'saving ass line.' But...why me?"

"You," he said, and then paused as if searching for the 
right words. Well, I was supposed to go over with my 
girlfriend, and I set everything up, and then I went 
home yesterday, and she and her stuff are 
gone...cleared out."

"But...again...why...me," Cheryl demanded, jerking on 
his arm. "I mean, there are some pretty lawyers here in 
the firm that could play your girlfriend."

"Ok, Ok," he groaned, pulling his arm free. He smoothed 
out the expensive cloth. "You, ah, fit the description 
we got."

"Description?"

"Yeah, well, description or prescription.... You're a 
pretty blonde, with big bo...." <Ahem>

"Boobs!" Cheryl snapped, a little insulted.

"Yeah, that seems to be his daughter's type," he said. 
Then he laughed. "Ok, that's a universal type."

"Gee, thanks." Cheryl wasn't happy, but at least now 
she knew why she'd been picked. She also didn't like 
the fact that her boobs were being used as bait to lure 
another woman into a damaging admission.

"But seriously, you seem like you can handle pressure. 
Every time I give you something to do in a pressure 
situation, you come through." He paused and looked at 
his TAG Heuer watch. "You have some time now, so here," 
he said, handing her his credit card and a business 
card of a high-toned beauty salon. "Go have some fun 
and get your mind off of things for a little while. We 
have a big day tomorrow. And thanks again."

Cheryl took his advice. It was true that she very 
rarely had a day to herself. So she used this 
opportunity (and Jack's credit card) to unwind. Her 
first stop was the salon whose card Jack had given her. 
They knew him well. She wasn't really surprised that 
Jack went to a beauty salon; after all, she'd always 
thought of him as a "pretty boy." She also joked that 
he might spend more time in front of the mirror than 
she did. But she had to admit he always looked good, 
and he always had a sexy woman on his arm at the firm's 
get-togethers.

She ordered up the works, since Jack was paying. And, 
remembering the bikini, she included a bikini wax. 
Cheryl blushed when it was time to take off her panties 
in front of a total stranger, but she tried to think of 
the female technician sort of like a doctor.

Next, it was off to buy a new bikini. She went to a 
small, name brand clothing store. The well-dressed 
sales girl helped her pick out a few to try on. Cheryl 
blushed when she offered to help. Cheryl just shook her 
head and scurried off to the changing rooms at the back 
of the store. She hurried out of her clothes and tried 
on the first one. She took some time looking herself 
over, as it had been a few years since she had worn a 
suit that brief.

"I guess I can still pull this look off," she said with 
a nervous giggle. "Plus, I still have these." She 
pulled the sting on her bikini top, and her breasts 
fell out. She pirouetted, her exposed breasts bouncing 
and staring back at her in the mirror. She reached up 
and cupped them in her hands, running her thumbs around 
her pink areola and then, with a purr, over her erect 
nipples. 

"Are you all right, Ma'am?"

"Ah...yes!" Cheryl squeaked. Her face flushed when she 
heard the sales girl's voice, and she suddenly 
remembered where she was. She tried on a more 
conservative solid red one next and thought it was more 
appropriate. And she felt less naked. Though she liked 
it, she still tried on a dozen more before she left 
with the simple red one. Before she left, she also 
grabbed a white silk robe. On her way home, she made a 
stop to get a spray-on tan, since having two sons to 
look after didn't leave her with a lot of time to laze 
in the sun.

While she was shopping, she also thought about what to 
tell her husband -- and what not to tell him. She 
decided that, after they put the kids to bed for the 
night, she would tell him she had to work tomorrow with 
Jack Donahue and that they had an important
meeting...with Carrasso (just in case). And that's all 
she dared tell him, for now.

It turned out he wasn't happy with the sudden news. 
Although he said he really didn't remember who Jack 
was, he certainly knew all about Carrasso's reputation 
from reading the newspapers. Carrasso was reportedly 
into guns, prostitution, gambling, and more. If the mob 
was dead, someone had forgotten to tell him and his 
gang.

She assured him that she wasn't in danger, because the 
FBI knew who went in and out of that mansion, and 
Carrasso was aware of it. Her husband pouted, but 
remained silent.

"Look honey, this is my chance to prove that I'm more 
than the blonde paralegal with the big boobs," she 
said, as she stroked his hair. "Plus I'll tell you all 
about it tomorrow night. Although, I might not be home 
until late 'cause after the meeting we have to draft 
some briefs. But I will tell you. I promise. I would 
never do things behind your back."

"Ok," he finally said, after Cheryl had batted her 
blue-green eyes a few times. "I know that, and I trust 
your judgment. But please be extra careful. I know your 
job is important...."

"Nothing is more important than you and the kids," 
Cheryl interrupted, as she stroked his hair. "And I 
will honey, everything is going to be fine. And I will 
have my cell phone...."

Her husband held her chin in his hand as he stared her 
in the eyes. "I just don't know what I would do if 
anything ever happened to you. I just love you so 
much." Cheryl was too moved to respond with anything 
but a passionate kiss...that led to an even more 
passionate love making session.

Cheryl started a hot bubble bath afterward; she was 
still too wound up to sleep. As she soaked in the dim, 
candle-lit bathroom, she thought about what her boss 
had said earlier -- especially about "The Search." She 
had read some stories on the Internet and seen some 
movies that involved men searching women. She always 
got a small tingle of excitement as she pictured 
herself in that powerless situation. Cheryl's hands 
wandered over her body. She closed her eyes and 
drifted. Suddenly it felt like there were a host of 
hands touching her...rubbing her shoulders...caressing 
her breasts...patting her tummy...squeezing her ass 
cheeks...playing in between her legs...fluttering over 
her shaved pussy.... And then fingers slipping 
inside...even slipping inside her little bottom hole.

"Oh god!" she gasped, as she suddenly realized she was 
actually fingering her own asshole. "That's a little 
too real," she said, before she slipped under the 
water.

In the morning, after making her boys' breakfast, she 
grabbed her pool bag and headed for Donahue's 
apartment, which was located in a plush complex across 
the city. She flashed her husband one last reassuring 
look before she left. His smile warmed her heart.

She drove across town, her nervousness building with 
every passing mile. She knew Donahue's apartment well 
because she had often been sent there to pick up 
paperwork. (Working at home was just one of the perks 
Donahue enjoyed as the firm's most successful 
attorney.)

She spotted him jogging not far from his place and 
pulled over, but he just waved her on. She didn't have 
to wait long on the landing outside his apartment, 
however. When he jogged up the stairs, he was shirtless 
and sweat-soaked. It made his muscular body glisten. 
She followed him into his apartment, while catching a 
glimpse of the front of his tight, damp running shorts. 
Of course, she had heard the rumors, but now she had a 
better feeling as to why he walked with such 
confidence.

"I have to take a shower. Make us some breakfast," he 
said, and headed for the bathroom. Cheryl chuckled 
until she realized that he was serious. For the second 
time today Cheryl found herself at the stove. "Men!" 
she groaned. She wasn't really surprised that she was 
half through with her eggs, when Jack finally made his 
way out of the bathroom, his cologne signaling his 
approach.

After some initial small talk, the conversation turned 
to the task at hand. He did most of the talking, and 
she did most of the nodding and mental note-taking. It 
was the way it always was between the two of them, as 
much as it irked Cheryl. It didn't help when he 
suggested she go change and "pretty up" in the 
bathroom.

Now it was her turn for some mirror time. When she 
walked out of the bathroom sometime later, Jack looked 
up from his paper and did a double take. "Oh, Cheryl, 
if I can be so bold, you ARE beautiful."

Cheryl, who usually didn't wear a lot of makeup at 
work, blushed, dropped her chin, and fluttered her 
lashes. Jack looked her over carefully. She had her 
dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, but she 
left some bangs that fell seductively over her blue 
green eyes, now dramatic with dark liner. Her makeup 
was capped off with fire engine red lipstick, which 
accented her pouty lips. She also smelled like a warm 
spring time breeze.

But then Jack started to chuckle.

"What?" Cheryl demanded.

"You going dressed like that?" he asked, shaking his 
head. She was wearing a silk white robe, with a sash 
around her waist, and a pair of flip-flops. "I thought 
you said you bought a new bikini?"

"I did -- it's under here," she said, as she 
seductively untied her robe, causing Jack's heart to 
skip a beat. "Taa-daa," she cheered, as she pulled her 
robe open.

"What's that?" Jack said, with a frown.

"It's my Atlanta Hawks basketball jersey," she said, 
with a giggle. "It's good luck. But don't fret, my 
love, my bikini's under here," she teased, as she tied 
up her robe again. "What did you think, I was going to 
go over there wearing only a bikini, when you're in 
your Armani? I feel silly enough."

"Ok, Ok," Jack said, "but we're making a stop to do 
something about those flip-flops." Jack stood up and 
surprised Cheryl, who was looking at her feet wondering 
what was wrong with her flip-flops, by picking up her 
pool bag as well as his briefcase. "Let's go, honey-
bunch."

Things returned to normal when he handed Cheryl the 
pool bag. She huffed and followed him outside to his 
silver Lexus.

"Hey!" Cheryl whined, standing in front of the 
passenger's door as Jack was about to get into the 
driver's side. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend."

Jack just rolled his eyes, snapped on his shades, and 
got into the car. Cheryl glumly shook her head and got 
in. As they sped off, she called home on her cell 
phone. (Jack was a constant reminder of why she loved 
her husband so.)

On the ride to the suburbs, they made a stop at a fancy 
shoe store. Cheryl was a little embarrassed to be 
trying on shoes while dressed for the pool (especially 
the styles that Jack picked out), but her shoe boy 
seemed to enjoy it and her freshly waxed legs. Although 
Jack wanted seven, she settled on a pair of six-inch 
spike heel sandals. 

The feet were glittery and transparent, and the spike 
heels were burnished silver. Cheryl had to practice 
walking in them, for it had a long time since she'd 
worn heels six inches high. She felt like they were 
made for strippers, but Jack was paying and it was for 
only one day. She also knew that her feet would be sore 
tomorrow. As they left the store, Jack dropped her 
flip-flops in a trashcan.

They finally pulled up in front of a mansion that was 
guarded by a brick wall and a steel gate. They sat 
idling for a few minutes, taking the time to compose 
themselves. Jack had Cheryl put her cell phone and 
wallet into the car's glove compartment. Suddenly Jack 
laughed and pointed out the car's window.

Cheryl looked out the window, but was a little puzzled. 
"What's so funny, Jack?"

"When's the last time you saw three telephone workers 
up the same pole?"

"Oh," Cheryl groaned, remembering the FBI surveillance. 
She let out a little laugh. Funny as it was, it didn't 
settle her nerves much. The large steel gate started to 
open, and a large figure slipped out through the gap 
and walked their way.

"Oh, god, the ring! Your ring!" Jack blurted.

Cheryl jumped in her seat, and then realized she was 
still wearing her wedding ring. It was a struggle to 
get it off, since it was the first time she'd removed 
it since the wedding. But she just did manage to get it 
off and stashed in the glove compartment before the 
large figure came up to Jack's window.

"You the lawyer?" he bellowed.

"Yeah, Jack Donahue," Jack said, handing the large man 
his ID.

"Ok, pull in, and go to the front entrance." Cheryl 
realized, as he talked, he was also scrutinizing her 
legs. It made her a little uneasy. Jack drove the car 
through the gate and up to the front entrance.

"I don't know if I can do this, Jack," she whispered. 
Reality was setting in.

"Nerves.... I'm nervous, too," Jack said, taking a deep 
breath. Cheryl did likewise. "Just follow my plan. We 
absolutely must get her back to my place."

Cheryl sighed. ("He makes it sound so easy," she 
thought. "But I'm the one with the tits.")

They got out of the car and went up the front walkway. 
The door opened before they got to it, and a large bald 
man, wearing a suit and tie, waved them in. They edged 
past him into the foyer, where they were met by three 
other well-built men, dressed in cheap suits.

"Hey, what the...!" Jack bristled, as one of the men 
grabbed his briefcase, while another pushed him against 
the wall. Cheryl didn't have time to react to that, 
since her pool bag was ripped away, and she was also 
pushed against the wall.

"Check his stuff good," one of the men barked. "If 
there's one kinda geek Mr. Carrasso ain'ta trustin' 
most, it's a lawyer!"

One of the men began searching the briefcase; another 
rifled through Cheryl's pool bag.

"Hiding anything I should know about?" The bald man 
whispered, as he started to rub Cheryl's shoulders. She 
turned her head to protest, but saw Jack getting patted 
down, too. She also knew it would be futile. The bald 
man moved his hand roughly down her body. He squeezed 
her ass and then moved his hands around front. Cheryl 
squirmed as he brushed her sex. His hands moved higher 
and higher. Cheryl held her breath for the inevitable. 
Her searcher purred as both of his hands cupped and 
then fondled her breasts.

"Well, what do we have here?" he whispered.

"Find something?" The man who was searching her pool 
bag said, looking up and then, catching on, laughed.

"Get off," Cheryl snapped, but that just drew more 
laughter.

"Good afternoon, all." An oily voice filled the hall, 
just as the bald man yanked back on Cheryl's ponytail. 
"Sorry I missed your entrance."

Her hair free, Cheryl turned her head back and saw a 
well-dressed man in a black, pin-stripped suit with a 
beautiful long-haired blonde, wearing a flowing red 
robe, on his arm.

("That has to be her," Cheryl immediately thought. "Oh 
my! She is everything they said she was.")

"Sorry for my men. They tend to be uncivilized at 
times," he said, as he pulled on the arm that was 
pressing on Cheryl's back. "Easy, big fellar. Let her 
go."

Cheryl slowly turned around -- and quickly fixed her 
robe, as she read the blonde's roaming eyes.

"Hello, my name is Eddie, and this is Maria. From what 
I understand, you will be meeting with Mr. Carrasso," 
the well-dressed man said. He looked at Jack, who 
merely nodded. "And you will be enjoying the pool and 
Maria's company," he continued, this time looking at 
Cheryl, who also nodded. The beautiful blonde was now 
wearing a sly smile. Her eyes focused on Cheryl. "Good, 
nice to see we are all on the same page," Eddie said, 
before he added. "Frankie, escort Maria out to the 
pool."

Cheryl watched as one of the men walked away with the 
blonde, who flashed a smile back over her shoulder. 
Cheryl was puzzled, wondering why she wasn't going 
along with them.

Eddie moved over in front of Jack. "Ok, before you 
enter for your meeting, I must insist on a further 
search." Jack began to sputter. "I know, I know, you 
wouldn't dream of concealing anything. But let's be 
sure.... Strip."

"What? You can't be serious," Jack argued.

"Do I come off as anything but serious?"

"I really don't think this is...ough." Jack's protest 
was cut off by a punch to the stomach, from one the 
goons. He sank to his knees. Cheryl could only gasp, as 
the bald guy had her by the collar. She also realized, 
from the way the men were positioned in the hall, that 
they were trapped."

"Now, it didn't really have to come to this," Eddie 
said, bending down in front of Jack. "And believe me, 
we aren't going to get some sort of thrill out of 
seeing you naked. It's just our job to make sure you're 
clean."

He helped Jack to his feet and stepped back. Jack 
brushed off his suit and wiped his eyes. "Look 
guys...knock it off."

Cheryl's heart pounded as second after nervous second 
passed. Jack seemed frozen.

"That is a very nice suit. Is that the problem?" Eddie 
said. "Just hand in to Vinnie here, and he'll give it 
back good as new. It's not like you have to go to the 
meeting naked."

"It's not that," Jack said, before glancing at Cheryl.

"Oh, I understand," Eddie said. "Well, it's time to 
swallow some pride. Wouldn't you say it's better for 
her to watch you a little humiliated than to watch you 
get your ass kicked?"

"Please Jack," Cheryl moaned, as she thought she 
understood the real reason he looked her way. And when 
Jack finally started to undress, she looked down at the 
floor. She kept her eyes there until it was time for 
Jack to lower his briefs. Then curiosity got the better 
of her, and she peeked. She had to clench her teeth to 
keep from gasping -- the rumors were indeed true. Jack 
was allowed to pull his briefs back up, and then 
Vinnie, with a sneer, escorted him deeper into the 
house.

Cheryl gulped, as the three remaining men all seemed to 
turn towards her at the same time. She didn't like that 
look in their eyes.

"Sorry, honey, I didn't catch your name," Eddie said. 
The two other men moved over to stand on either side of 
him. They had to be a foot taller than him. It seemed 
almost humorous to her.

Eddie cleared his throat. "Did your parents give you a 
name?"

"Cher - Cheryl."

"That's a pretty name... for a pretty woman," Eddie 
said, as he reached out and brushed aside a lock of 
blonde hair that had fallen across her brows. "And such 
pretty eyes."

Cheryl trembled and flinched. His coolness made her 
uneasy.

"You saw your companion's search, no?"

Cheryl nodded, starting to get teary. A bad feeling 
started to wash over her.

"So you know what's coming next?"

Cheryl knew, but didn't want to say. She was also still 
clinging to a vain hope.

"I said, 'You know what's coming next?'" This time 
Eddie spoke with more force.

Cheryl looked into Eddie's eyes and fluttered her dark 
lashes, but when she did, a small teardrop escaped and 
rolled down her cheek, ruining the desired effect.

"No need for the water works, babe... no one'll hurt 
you here," Eddie said. He crossed his arms and added, 
"Just strip, and you'll be soaking up the sun in no 
time."

Cheryl played with the sash on her robe. She suddenly 
remembered her red bikini. She breathed a sigh of 
relief. ("Surely they'll be able to see I couldn't be 
hiding anything in it.")

She untied her robe. When she slid it off, she stood 
confused, until one of the burly men, who Cheryl 
thought was really mean looking, held out his arm. It 
startled her at first, but she took a deep breath and 
draped the robe over his arm, wishing the men weren't
standing so close.

The largest of the trio laughed. "Fuckin' Hawks jersey. 
I di'n't think nobody wore that shit no more."

"Quiet!" Eddie barked with a snap of his thumb and 
fingers. "Jesus, you talk like a retard.... Sorry my 
darling, please continue."

Cheryl took another deep breath, lifted the shirt over 
her head, and draped it over the mean man's arm. Today 
it hadn't been so lucky.

"Holy bazooks," the tall goon muttered. Cheryl quickly 
threw her arms up in front of her chest. The bald guy 
that searched her earlier just smiled, knowingly.

"Can I go now? I really could use a swim." Cheryl 
wasn't lying; it felt like she was on fire. Their 
lusty, roaming eyes weren't helping.

"Sure," Eddie said, nodding his head, "but finish what 
you've started."

"What?" Cheryl gasped.

"Yeah, we've seen why you're with that scum bag lawyer, 
now let's see why he's really with you."

Cheryl was insulted. (Even though she wasn't really 
with Jack, she knew what Eddie meant.) She made a 
throwaway gesture. "You guys just want to see me 
naked!"

"Wow! Beauty AND brains," Eddie said. "Plus, we are 
just doing our jobs. Can't be too careful these days; 
there is a lot of shit going down...sorry, pardon my 
French."

Cheryl stood frozen, but her mind was a-buzz. Maybe she 
knew all along that she would be getting totally naked, 
especially after what had just happened to Jack. She 
also remembered her boss said something about a wire 
being found. And she also felt that these weren't the 
type of guys who would settle for her in just a bikini, 
when they could have more. She shivered, wondering just 
how much more. 

When Eddie cleared his throat, she knew it was show 
time.

A mother of two, Cheryl wasn't completely satisfied 
with her body, but knew that that her 36DD breasts 
would surely hold their attention. She untied the top 
of her bikini, spun it around to untie the back, and 
handed it over. She took their gasps as a strange 
compliment, although they made her blush even more. But 
she also hoped her breasts would divert their attention 
while she quickly slipped off her bottoms. She didn't 
hand them over though. Instead, she kept them balled up 
in her hand. They were too distracted to notice.

When Eddie instructed her to make a slow half turn, 
Cheryl was happy to have those stripper-like shoes, for 
the first time since she got them. She felt as if they 
were helping her strut. Although it did made it a 
little harder when she had to bend down to touch her 
toes. She also knew the guys weren't really interested 
in her flexibility. 

A lone teardrop fell to the cold tile floor when she 
had to reach back and spread her ass cheeks apart, 
next. Then (omigod!) Eddie suddenly asked to see some 
"pink." Cheryl was too embarrassed to argue and just 
wanted it to be over, so she readjusted her fingers a 
little deeper and pulled apart again. 

She was sure they could see everything now, but 
apparently they wanted more, so she had to pull deeper 
and wider. Her eyes were so watery that Cheryl couldn't 
see much, but she knew Eddie had moved in for a closer 
look. She braced for his touch.

"That's good. You can turn back around," Eddie said, 
lightly slapping Cheryl's ass. "And if you ever need a 
job, my buddy is always looking for new talent." Eddie 
handed a business card to Cheryl, who was somewhat 
confused. He also wiped her tears with a hankie. She 
pulled away from his touch and then, finally realizing 
that Eddie's buddy ran a strip joint, resumed her 
indignant pout.

"Ok, you can get dressed now. Enjoy your stay. I gotta 
go. Take care of her, guys."

Cheryl heaved a sigh of relief. She bent to put her 
bottoms back on, as Eddie went out the front door. When 
she looked up, both of the men left wore similar sly 
smiles. "Ok, guys, you had your fun with me, ha ha," 
she said, as she tucked the card in her bikini's
waistband.

"Are you looking for this?" the bald man teased, 
holding up her bikini top. She saw that the other one 
held her robe and shirt behind his back.

"Very funny guys, giv'em back," she said, nervously, as 
the men began to circle her. "C'mon, guys, quit it!"

The two men, teasing, tossed her bikini top back and 
forth over her head just out of her reach. She bounced 
between the two of them, like a topless pinball. 
Because of their size, she felt so helpless. To make 
matters worse, they were also taking every opportunity 
to
pinch her ass or cop a quick feel.

The bald man finally turned and started walking through 
the house, holding the scrap of cloth over his head. 
Cheryl slowly followed, her hands clutching her 
breasts. Her ass was also receiving playful slaps from 
the other man as he herded her along. She was thankful 
that the house was otherwise empty. She saw the bright 
light of day and figured, with some relief, that she 
was finally being led out to the pool area.

Cheryl stepped out onto the patio. The bright sun 
temporarily blinded her, and its heat hit her like a 
fist. When her eyes focused, she saw the blonde nearby 
sitting in a pool chair, wearing only a small 
Confederate flag bikini. There was an empty chair next 
to her. 

Cheryl wanted to sit down, but she wanted her top back, 
too. She saw the bald man waving it in the air, 
standing by a small pool house. Sighing at this 
juvenile game, she walked towards the pool house. But 
she stopped suddenly, as she realized she was acting 
like a rat following the scent of cheese, and she 
didn't want to be trapped like one.

"Looks like I'm going to be sunbathing topless," she 
said, and then she stuck her tongue out, in the bald 
man's direction.

As she started to turn around, the man who was 
following her scooped her up off her feet and carried 
her squirming body into the pool house. She cried out 
to the blonde for help, but only heard a giggle, as the 
pool house door slammed shut. Cheryl was tossed onto an 
old wicker love seat. She got up quickly and tried to 
run to the door, but just bounced off the bald man and 
fell to the rubber matted floor.

"Please, guys, don't hurt me," Cheryl pleaded.

The men turned to each other and shared an evil laugh. 
The bald man turned back to Cheryl with a sly smile. 
"Didn't you hear what Eddie said? No one will hurt you 
here."

"Then let me out of here!" Cheryl cried out.

"But didn't you also hear him say 'take care of her, 
guys?'"

"C'mon, guys, let me go!" Cheryl pleaded, as she 
shifted back over to the love seat. 

"Oh, we will," the bald man chuckled, while he tapped 
on the front of his pants. "But first you're gunna have 
to 'finish what you started.' Eddie also said that. 
Remember?"

When he moved his hand, Cheryl gasped, seeing that his 
pants were definitely "happy."

"No way!" Cheryl cried, as the men crept forward. "I'm 
marr...." She reflexively covered her mouth with her 
hand, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly pushing 
papers didn't seem that bad. But they didn't seem to 
notice. 

"Talking time is over. Time to use them sultry red lips 
for a better purpose," the bald man sneered. He pulled 
her off the love seat and onto her knees. "Don't say 
you never dun this before."

She tried to scamper away, but the bald man grabbed her 
ponytail. When she looked up, the other man had already 
dropped his pants and was pulling his cock out of his 
boxers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure 
looking in one of the windows (and it had blonde hair). 

Cheryl tried to move out of the way of the advancing 
cock, but the bald man was controlling her head. She 
felt a hand on her breast and it quickly went for a 
nipple twister. She let out a squeal. It was the 
opportunity the man standing in front of her was 
looking for, and he quickly stuffed his semi hard cock 
into her open mouth. She gagged, as the bald man began 
pushing her head back and forth on his partner's cock.

She gasped (for air), when they finally gave her second 
to breathe. She also gasped (in surprise) when she saw 
another face in the window. Recognizing Jack's slick 
black hair, her mind was racing. She took the cock back 
in her mouth. This time the bald man didn't need to 
push and pull; now she slurped on the cock, freely.

("Was this Jack's plan all along?" she thought. "To 
seduce the blonde.") She felt the bald man's hands wrap 
around her breasts, and this time he caressed them. It 
reminded her that she had never been with two men 
before, except in her dreams. Her husband's face 
suddenly flashed before her mind's eye, and she stopped 
sucking. But the big goon just grabbed her ears and 
started fucking her face.

("Geez, what choice do I have?" she thought.) She 
started sucking again to try to stop the gagging face 
fuck. Her quick excuse to herself: She was undercover, 
and with Jack and her target, Maria, watching, she 
figured she wasn't in any real danger...if she just 
cooperated, anyway. 

She hoped Jack knew what he was doing. And she also 
hoped her husband would understand.... Besides, though 
she'd never admit it, sucking cock while being pawed at 
-- with an audience watching -- was starting to really 
turn her on. And when she felt a hand slip into the 
front of her bikini bottoms a couple of minutes later, 
she wondered if the hand's owner would know. His quick 
laughter was the answer.

"Man, this bitch is good to go," the bald man said, 
pulling on her hair. "Here, have a taste." His slimy 
fingers slipped into her mouth, and after a slow start, 
she licked them with real enthusiasm. Although it had 
been a while, it wasn't the first time she had tasted 
her own pussy juice.

("If they want to freak me out, they're gunna have to 
try harder than that," she thought with a smirk.) She 
didn't even get flustered when, a few minutes later, 
the goon in her mouth started cumming; she had used the 
interval to prepare for the inevitable. It also brought 
back some "backseat" memories, from her teenaged years.

The bald man pulled back on her hair again. She opened 
her mouth gratefully when she saw a silver flask in his 
hand. But she gagged and shuddered, as the flask's 
contents burned her throat. ("Cheap men, cheap 
whiskey," she thought.) Still, when she saw the bald 
man unzipping his fly, she hoped he had more whiskey in 
that flask. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

It was much, much later when Cheryl stumbled out of the 
pool house. The sun was considerably lower in the sky. 
She scrambled into the pool, not even pausing to take 
off her shoes. Submerging briefly, she ran her hands 
over her tender flesh. A lone water chair floated by, 
and she climbed on top of it. It was a struggle; her 
whole body ached. Once aboard, she finally relaxed, 
letting the cool water wash over her lower body. It was 
soothing.

She paddled until she could see the pool house where 
she had been for quite a while. She wondered just how 
long it had been. She could see that there seemed to be 
movement from inside. The big goon slowly walked out 
the door and offered a wave. She just shook her head, 
remembering that he shot off in her mouth and then 
still came back for more. The bald guy followed. He 
just smiled. She knew it was a satisfied one, since he 
had enjoyed both her mouth and her pussy. He seemed get 
a charge out of switching back and forth between the 
two.

Two more of the guys walked out and never even looked 
her way. Cheryl laughed. She felt they might be a 
little more than just friends, although they still had 
their fun with her. When one fucked, one got sucked. 
But Cheryl felt like they were showing off for each 
other and the other men and that she was just their 
prop.

Cheryl could see one more figure in the pool house, and 
she knew who it was. She remembered the look on Jack's 
face when he walked into the pool house: pure lust. He 
had watched her with four men, and he wanted to be 
number five. Yet he announced that he wasn't there for 
a blowjob, and he wasn't there for a shot at her cum-
dripping pussy. Cheryl shivered, just like she did 
earlier in the pool house when he said he wanted to 
fuck her ass. It wasn't exactly a first for her, but it 
was a first with a cock the size of Jack's.

Cheryl splashed some water on her face, as it burned 
again. And not from the setting sun. There were some 
things that puzzled her. She tried to work out the 
questions that danced in her head. Like when Jack first 
walked in, why didn't anyone seemed surprised? Why did 
she let Jack join in, especially after he announced his 
intentions? 

Where did the lubricant come from? Where did Jack learn 
to use his fingers like that, to open her asshole? Why 
wasn't she more scared when she felt Jack's impressive 
cock knocking on her backdoor? Was that the most 
powerful orgasm she's ever had? Was it the mixture of 
pleasure and pain? Or was it because everyone was 
watching? And when he was through, why did she have to 
suck off the bald guy and the goon one more time? 

Cheryl splashed some pool water into her mouth and spit 
it out, wondering why she didn't do more of that 
earlier. She thought about the blonde, next. Why did 
the girl come inside the pool house and stand in the 
corner when Jack was butt fucking her? But why did she 
leave so soon and miss Jack's cum shot? 

A naked Jack walking out of the pool house and into the 
pool interrupted her thoughts. He swam over to her. 
"Enjoying the water?"

Cheryl nodded with a smile, although she felt awkward. 

"That's good baby, but this isn't the place we should 
be hanging around in, if you know what I mean."

Cheryl did. She quickly flopped off the chair, and they 
made their way out of the pool. There were no towels 
around and Cheryl couldn't find her pool bag. Jack was 
dressing in the pool house, and Cheryl really didn't 
want to go near it, but she finally made her way over.

"Jack, I can't find my stuff. Where are my clothes?" 
she said, standing in the doorway and primly averting 
her eyes.

"No clue, anything important in your bag?"

Cheryl thought about it. "Nothing really, just a towel, 
some sun block...."

"Alright, then, forget it," Jack said, interrupting. 
"Here, take this." He unbuttoned his shirt and passed 
it to her. She cringed, because she was wet, and the 
white shirt immediately turned transparent, but it was 
the best she was going to get. Jack carried most of his 
clothes in a bundle as they hurried back through the 
house towards the front door.

"Hey, here it is," Jack said, scooping up her pool bag 
from the foyer floor. Cheryl, though more confused than 
ever, didn't linger.

Jack opened the passenger door and helped her in. 
Dropping the bag at her feet, he circled around to the 
driver's side, jumped in, and took off with a roar. 
Curiously, the front gate was open.

"Jack, what the heck just happened? I mean... is the 
blonde coming over later? But forget that, why did you 
let those guys do that to me? Was there a screw-up?"

"Ah, well, interesting word," he said with a laugh. 
"No, I think things went swimmingly!"

"Funny, Jack," Cheryl sneered.

"Ok, we have some drive time, I guess I can tell you 
now." He turned off the car's radio. "Well, you see, it 
goes like this. It's a small world sometimes, where 
people know people and their kinks."

"Jack, don't talk like you're trying to bullshit a 
jury," she snapped. "I just want to know what the 
fuck's going on."

"Ok, ok, I guess you'll find out everything anyway," he 
said, pointing at her bag between her feet. "Look in 
the bag."

Cheryl opened the bag and saw some anonymous videotapes 
had been added to her stuff. "What are those?"

"Tapes... surveillance tapes. That's what we came 
after, after all."

"What?"

"Yeah, that's what this was all about."

"Huh?"

"You see Cheryl, some things are easily explained...and 
some not."

"I object!"

"Sorry, Cheryl. So, ah, here are the facts. Mr. 
Carrasso would never talk to me. I'm defending his 
rival, after all. He'd like to see him rot in jail, but 
he wouldn't testify to do it. That's not his style. And 
his daughter would never admit to sleeping with 
Porrello, period. She knows it would kill her father if 
he knew. I think that's kind of why she did it. And 
that sex tape. It doesn't exist anymore -- and neither 
does the informant who saw it."

"Wait, slow down.... Murder...? How do you know all of 
this?"

"It's my job."

"Don't be a smart-ass!"

"Sorry.... Well, I grew up around here. I know these 
people. And I wasn't always a lawyer.... Besides, it 
wasn't murder...just a permanent vacation."

"Oh, that's much better. But I'm still a little 
confused.... What's up with the tapes?"

"You are."

"What?"

"Yeah, they're tapes of your little performance today, 
although I'm not sure 'little' is the right word."

"Stick to the explaining, please," Cheryl said, 
noticing his eyes slide downward to her wet chest.

"Well, the house and the pool house was wired. 
Honestly, I think it's to keep an eye on his daughter."

"His daughter?"

"Ah hum, yeah, she is strictly off-limits. The last guy 
who even touched her hair got his dick chopped off."

"That's why you guys never.... Oh my!"

"Yep, as much as I'd have liked to. Me and every guy in 
there...."

"So you guys settled for me."

"Oh, there was no 'settling' there, believe me. I 
wouldn't have gone through all of that just to 
'settle.'"

"Gee thanks, I think. But what was this really about 
then? Did you just want to see me suck cock and get 
fucked? Or get gang-banged? You surely didn't do this 
just so you could fuck me.... And why did it have to be 
in the ass? And why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Sorry, but I must say, I enjoyed myself.... And I know 
you'll never admit to liking it, so I won't even ask, 
but I know you did, too."

"Oh yeah," Cheryl groaned, but deep down, she had a 
feeling he was right. "So now you have the tapes for 
proof. Is that it?"

"Sort of."

"Explain."

"Well, I have the tapes, and on our way back to my 
place I'm going to stop at a trusted friend's house, 
and he's going to do some editing."

"What's to stop me from destroying the tapes right 
now?"

"Nothing, go for it, if you want," Jack said, deciding 
to tell her the whole truth now. "The tapes aren't for 
me, anyway."

"Oh, yeah, then who?"

Jack chuckled. "The one person who would probably enjoy 
seeing them the most."

"What, you gunna show'em to our boss?"

"Not even close, although he played his part well. 
Think again."

"Jack, stop teasing me. I'm tired."

"I'll bet you are...but I hope you have enough energy 
for some more."

"More?"

"Yeah, back at my place. You know I promised you a 
threesome."

"Only if we couldn't get her to talk.... But... wait... 
you just said she was off-limits."

"Oh, Carrasso's daughter is, that much is true. But 
it's not with her."

"Look, who says I'm going to do it anyway? Even though 
I still don't know what the fuck you are talking 
about.... Lawyers!"

"Oh, I think you will, when you see him -- and her, for 
that matter."

"Her?"

"You see, truth be told, this isn't even about 
Carrasso's daughter... you'll soon be eating my 
girlfriend's pussy."

"Yeah, right! Girlfriend? Wait, I thought you two 
split." He just smirked. "Fuck you Jack! Don't be 
fooled by my actions today. I did it 'cause I thought 
it was, well, something I had to do for the case -- and 
like I had a choice. But I'm not a whore. I'm not 
having sex with you and your ugly ho."

Jack laughed. "You didn't think she was ugly when you 
saw her."

"Yeah, when was that?"

"Today."

Cheryl scrunched her face. "Huh?"

"Yep, you can't tell me she isn't hot -- especially in 
that Confederate flag bikini."

"But I'm still not having sex with you and her."

"You're right, you're not!"

"What?"

"You're having sex with my girlfriend and the main 
person behind this whole day: 
your husband."

"Huh? My husband?"

"Yep."

"Wait a fucking minute!" Cheryl screamed. "If your 
girlfriend was there.... Oh you asshole!" she punched 
him in the shoulder, and the car swerved.

"Easy, don't get us killed here."

"I can't believe you guys. That wasn't even Carrasso's 
house was it?"

"Nope, close though, two doors down. Just rented it for 
the day from that short guy in the slick black suit for 
the price of one naked woman."

"And the big men?"

"Just some guys I use to play high school ball with. 
They used to block for me, although we never did 
anything like THAT in high school."

"Oh, you ass," Cheryl said with another punch. "And 
here I was thinking...."

"Yeah, all an illusion."

"And the tapes are for my husband aren't they?"

"Now you're getting it. He said he likes to watch. 
Although, I personally don't get it. I mean, if I had a 
woman like you, I would keep her all to myself."

"Uh huh, but you will share your woman with us?"

"That part of the plan doesn't really thrill me, just 
like when my buds threw a curve at me and made ME strip 
in the foyer.... Assholes! That wasn't supposed to 
happen, but I can't wait to see the tape of your 
search, if your hubby lets me. And don't get mad at 
your husband, the three way wasn't really his idea, 
either. Although he didn't fight it too hard."

"I bet!"

"The idea was Kimberly Ann's... that's my woman's real 
name. Let's just say... um... she has a thing for 
three-ways. It'll be her, you, and for the first time 
another man... your hubby... but it's a one-time deal. 
That's the only way she would agree to the whole thing, 
when the three of us talked it over at last year's 
Christmas party. But she didn't have blonde hair back 
then."

"So you guys have been planning this for... like six 
months. Oh, that rat-bastard husband of mine! He even 
said this morning that he didn't remember you."

"He said that was the hardest part... keeping secrets 
from you. But now you know."

"Oh my god, even the boss knows!" Cheryl gasped, as she 
remembered her meeting with Griswald.

"Calm down, he doesn't know shit, as usual," Jack said, 
with a chuckle. "All I'll tell him is that we went to 
Carrasso's today... which we did, sort of, and he 
refused to meet with us...which is what he did when I 
phoned last week for a meeting."

"But still..." Cheryl whined.

"So this is between the four of us. Oh, and my guys 
know nothing more than that they were helping fulfill a 
soccer mom's fantasy. But I think you fulfilled some of 
theirs as well. A couple of 'em are married, too. So 
they won't talk."

"God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Yeah, well, that will wear off."

"You sound so sure."

"If your fantasy was, say, to wear a diaper and drink 
cow's milk right from the cow, while a midget tickled 
you, THAT you could be embarrassed about."

"Shut up!" Cheryl said, with a giggle. 

"Really now.... Once in your life, you wanted to know 
what it was like to be controlled by a group of men. I 
don't see a problem with that."

"But Jack, I see a small problem," Cheryl said, a small 
smile forming on her lips.

"What's that?"

"What if I liked it so much that I want to do it 
again?"

Jack smiled. "Well, all you have to is whistle. Just 
put your lips together and blow...."


The End

Thanks for reading my tale. 
Please send me your comments.
Stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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