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 MAX WEBB Chapter 5 A Breakthrough

   Max reeled as her body exploded on the Commissioner's finger.  She knew
even as she moaned with pleasure that she had lost whatever bargaining
position she might have had.  Her response had been so physical and
automatic.

   "I knew we could come to an agreement, and please stop calling me
Commissioner.  My name, for my sins, is Leonidas, but most folk call me
Lez. Now much though I want to explore you more, we'd better go our
separate ways.  Give Law my best tonight," he added as Max started to get
out of the car.

   "I will Comm - I mean Lez," she replied.

   "I wont forget that fax, either.  See you around!"

   As Max stood watching the car drive off, she had a burning need to tell
Law what had just happened.  Dialling his number, she relived the last few
minutes in the car.  It seemed impossible that it was barely ten minutes
since she got into Lez's car.  Max got Law's voice mail and left a brief
message, saying she would ring again later but that she had seen the
Commissioner.

   An hour later Law checked his phone and saw he'd missed a call from Max.
Listening to her message, he noticed the slightly breathless tone that her
voice always had immediately after she had cum.  Smiling at the thought,
and at the prospect of seeing much more of her, when he moved into the
large flat that Max had found after leaving the force, he was startled when
another phone call interrupted his erotic thoughts.

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   For the rest of the morning Max was in Law's office, sitting gingerly on
a cushion, going through the data they had collected on Sur's company and
its workforce.  While nobody was a villain in the accepted sense, there
were very few who had a totally unblemished background.  Reaching for the
brochure Sur had given them at the outset, Max re-read their Mission
Statement.  Sur Electronics endeavours to assist the re-assimilation into
the community of former offenders and is justly proud of its achievements
in this field.  She wondered why the company focussed so much on that
source for their employees, and then something clicked.  Lez had almost
implied that Strong might have some connection.  Why else would the
Commissioner be interested enough to offer them login details to the police
database?  The fax machine rang just at that point in her ponderings.  It
was the access information.  Pinning the sheet to the board above the
fax-copier, Max once more wondered about the connection between Law and the
Commissioner.  How did they know each other?  Max decided to ask Law when
she saw or spoke to him.

   Turning round she saw his large frame outside the office.  Her mouth
went dry.  It had been doing that a lot recently, just as her pussy tingled
when she saw him.

   "Hi Max, I got your message.  What did Lez have to say for himself, you
naughty girl?  I know you came for him, heard it in your voice."

   "I - er - I - yes I did," Max was flustered.  "He's given us remote
access to the database in payment for any news about Dick Strong,"

   "Come over here and sit on my lap," Law instructed.  Max did as she was
told and Law's hand snaked up inside her skirt.  She moaned as he found her
aroused clit.

   "This is going to get that sweet bum of yours a good spanking
.............  our first night as flat-mates.  Wonder where (or if) we'll
sleep tonight?" Law mused aloud, stroking Max and enjoying feeling her
wriggle on his hardening cock.

   Law was delighted about this new living arrangement; his current flat
was small and needed decorating, whereas Max had a comfortable and spacious
flat.  Max had not sounded very keen on him moving in, he had only got her
to agree while denying her an orgasm the night before.  She had
half-heartedly tried to change her mind afterwards, but the threat of being
tied naked in the outer office for the whole day had quickly got him his
way.  Law was subtly but definitely beginning to turn the tables outside
working hours.

   His fingers entered her already well-lubricated pussy and started
thrusting deep into her.  Max pushed against his hand, not caring about
anything else; all she wanted, needed, was to cum on his fingers.  The last
few weeks had seen her sexuality come very much to the fore, especially
where Law was concerned.  She enjoyed the bondage and the sensation of
helplessness.  Max was just about to cum when the phone rang.  Cursing, Law
picked it up while continuing to tease his boss and lover.

   "Max Webb Agency, Robert speaking, how can - oh hello Lez, - yes she
told me - she's here, want to talk to her?  - Oh yes, excellent, how about
Friday night?  - Yes sure - see you then,"

   Law replaced the handset as he said to Max,

   "We are going to have a moving-in celebration on Friday.  That was Lez,"
he added, unnecessarily as far as Max was concerned.

   "How do you two know each other?" she asked.

   "Went to the same university and explored our sexuality at the same
time. He was a wonderful master, best I have known.  It'll just be us three
so you are in for a right royal night!"

   Max groaned at that point.  She wanted to be fucked hard and long,
didn't mind the fact that they could be interrupted.

   "Law - please fuck me!  Pleeeeeease!"

   "As you asked so nicely, come into your office,"

   He guided Max into the inner office and told her to bend across the desk
while he restrained her.  Once satisfied she couldn't move, Law started to
spank her buttocks.  Blow after blow landed on her pale skin, which rapidly
became cherry-red.  Law felt her pussy lips and was pleased to find they
were extremely wet and, he noted with satisfaction that she was moaning as
he warmed her bottom and begging him to fuck her.

   "Law, please fuck me, fuck me!  I want you so much.  Please fu-"

   At that point the buzzer on the outer office door sounded and Law
sighed. He had been so close to fucking Max.  Now he had to try to cope
with thinking about work knowing what he would rather be doing.

   "Stay there.  Don't go anywhere.  I'll be back as soon as I can,"

   He patted the soft red skin gently as he went out, carefully almost
closing the door behind him.

   "Hello, my name is -"

   "I know your name, Law.  Is Max around?"

   "No, she is rather tied up with our current case.  Can I help?"

   "No.  Just see she gets this lot and tell her it comes from an
ex-colleague.  Oh, and tell her I'm sorry."

   "I will make sure she gets this when she is finished with her current
investigation,"

   Max heard the door open and shut.

   "Law - untie me.  I'm serious now.  I must see that stuff now," she
called.  "You don't understand, that was Andi!" She twisted urgently
against her bonds but Law as usual had done a good job.

   "You mean the girl who -"

   "Yes, damn it!  I must see what she brought in, so please be a
sweetheart and undo me,"

   "Alright, though I will undo more than these tonight," he promised her
as he unfastened her bonds.

   Max stood up slowly, her skirt sliding down to her hips as she did so.

   "Let me," Law said softly as he caressed her bottom before pulling the
skirt straight.  It was mid-thigh length and relatively tight, and it
showed her figure to perfection.  "Max-girl, anyone tell you that you have
a wonderful bottom?"

   "Yes, you have.  Now let's see what Andi has given us."

   The unexpected visit from Andi brought Max copies of case files that on
their own seemed pretty innocuous.  Someone had highlighted portions of
each file and when put together showed beyond doubt that someone was
helping villains and that someone had an inside knowledge of each case. 
There was a file on one investigation that Max and Strong had worked on a
year ago, it was not a major crime and it was only seeing the file that
brought back memories of it to her.  It had been a minor robbery but it
threatened to bring down a major criminal.  This case was cross-referenced
with a shooting that Strong has been involved with about three months
later. It had been reported that Strong had shot in self-defence a
bystander to a robbery.  The strange thing was that the robber had never
been caught or described by Strong but the cross-referencing went back to
the original case and, here Max went cold and sat bolt upright, (cursing
softly as her bottom stung), the man who had been killed - the bystander -
was an instrumental witness to the original robbery.  The case was no
longer strong enough to hold up in court, there were another six cases with
the same highlighting and in each one there was an involvement either
directly or indirectly with Strong.

   "This is dynamite," Max said aloud, "Strong is on the take and is
killing innocent people." "Law, do you think the Commissioner..."

   "I know he has suspicions," interrupted Law, "and I know he is
determined to nail Strong, but he thought the only way to do that was to
have someone working on the inside, someone that Strong would not suspect
like......"

   "Like a cop that was thrown out of the force?" interrupted Max, the
penny beginning to drop, "you mean this has all been a set-up with me being
the fall guy," exploded a suddenly furious Max.

   "The Commissioner contacted me as soon as he heard we were working
together and told me all he knew, it was just too good an opportunity for
him to miss, you being so close to Strong on a working level, and so he got
you publicly kicked out of the force.  And now he wants you to get in touch
with Strong, tell him you want revenge on the bastards who got you kicked
out, and get some real evidence that we can get him put away with.  Also,"
Law added with an evil smile "their little charade awakened something deep
within your psyche, which I am enjoying tremendously,"

   He ran a hand across Max's shoulders, gently relaxing the tension in
them.

   "I know," she said as she leant into his caress.  "I'm enjoying it too,
even though you have more or less reversed the tables on me, you horribly
gorgeous man.  I can't wait to go home these days!"

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