Chaos began long before the arrival of the Governor’s motorcade. As his limousine halted before the steps of the 33rd. Precinct it only grew more congested. As the sun dipped low on Miami the concerned citizens of the city gathered in force. Not only due to their lives being jeopardized by a mad bomber but of the repercussion of his demands. He was forcing a young woman to do things that no woman should endure against her will. While some thanked her such as the Mother’s and Father’s of their recently rescued daughters. A new Detective having played a huge role in their being saved from a life of white slavery. Others however find her situation vile and disgusting. It would never be okay that she did what she had to. Mixed emotions would always defy one another’s reason. Calliope Cruz understood that. No matter what they thought of her she would still be a hero.
“Governor Busch? Can you comment on this Detective Pornstar fiasco?” goaded newswoman Trish Toliver. She was determined to get a good story out of this. As bodyguards nudge her back the Governor lingers in stride just long enough to sprinkle a bit of incoming naivety.
“No comment until I dig into things further. It’s only been a few hours since my office was notified of the situation. I’ll offer further information once I get briefed on things.” His entourage then led him away.
Governor Jae Busch had a lot to live up to being the newest Governor of the great state of Florida. To make his life harder his last name was quite similar to outgoing Governor Bush. In this particular case he might just have to consult with the former Official. Situations like these were pretty rare. One wrong decision could ruin his political career.
“How the Governor responds to these turn of events will have to wait. This reporter will stay on top of this continuing story as it unfolds. Trish Toliver outside Dade County’s 33rd. Police Precinct. Here all night.” Signing her Cameraman Evan to cease recording she joins him lower on the steps, “Things are calmer than expected.”
“Could get worse the night is young. Folks are scared to leave their homes after a car bomb then hours later a Food Truck up in flames. Without panic I’m thinking it might be a good time to take a vacation.”
“Not for us Evan. We get this story every step of the way.”
“I’m with you Trish.” He ogled her as she turned away. Trish Toliver was a beauty in her own right. Long blond hair and big blue eyes. Golden skin with lengthy legs. A healthy chest and tight bottom were just an added blessing. Evan kept his eyes on her lustfully ever since she took him on as her in the field cameraman. Eternally grateful for the job, equally as grateful to get to be around her every minute. He tried to hide his lust but some days were better than others. For a newswoman she seemed oblivious to his eyes and drool. That or Evan was just good at masking his bad behavior. How she could not see his constant arousal he never understood. The woman had his attention with every beating moment. Maybe she just chose to ignore him that way. No matter, he was going to do his job regardless.
As the Governor and his advisor Warren Matthews entered the Precinct they were met by FBI Agent McClure and the Mayor Bernie Foster. Following in step they hooked up at the end of the hall with Police Chief Mercy Meade and Captain Donald Bettinger. Introductions were swift and led to a conference room. Doors closed the Governor was filled in on the complete scenario.
“Two bombings in 24 hours.” Governor Busch pondered aloud, “What do we know about this Gabriel?”
“Nothing at this point. We have our best experts profiling what they can about his voice as recorded. Once we know more you will.” McClure sat forward with confidence.
“And, his demands on your Detective Cruz?” Busch narrowed his eyes, “What I really want to know is why you people were naïve enough to let this woman parade in front of news crews in her underwear and a badge. How can you be that stupid?”
“All due respect Mister Busch.” Bettinger entered the fray, “We have citizens to safeguard. We provided this Gabriel with what he expected to insure their continued safety. Would you have us ignore that fact and end things with a few more unnecessary obituaries?”
“Of course not. Policy is simple we do not negotiate with Terrorists.”
McClure chimes in, “What he wants does not include anything monetary gain at this point. So far all he has demanded is the abuse of Detective Cruz. We should be thanking her for her bravery. Not many women would put their reputation, let alone their bodies on the line like this. As much as I agree with Policy I have to commend her.”
“I’ve viewed the newscast. Although blurred out to hide her identity to those not present at the conference you held, her voice alone does not strike hope in this Department or this city. It comes across as some game. How can it be taken seriously?”
“It was in Gabriel’s demands that she act as her Undercover alter ego of Babee Ramirez. Babee being a complete airhead.” ataşehir escort Bettinger provides insight, “Breaking character will force Gabriel’s hand. I know how this all sounds Governor, but we at least have to let Calliope do her job until we get strong leads on who this nutjob is.”
The Mayor raises his hand halting the communication, “Gentlemen? We do realize that Gabriel is most likely listening in. I strongly suggest we do not antagonize him with name calling.”
“This room hasn’t been quarantined against listening devices?” Busch looks around sweating.
Agent McClure cracks his knuckles nervously, “I’m afraid that Gabriel insists we do not remove or investigate his tapping techniques. For the moment we seem to be at a stand still.”
“Unbelievable.” Busch clears his throat before speaking up loudly, “Are you listening Gabriel?”
A phone resting on the table rings immediately. Bettinger swiftly answers it, “Hello?” A brief exchange of words and Donald puts the phoneline on speaker.
“GOOD EVENING GOVERNOR. YES I AM LISTENING.”
Eyes narrowing Busch leans forward elbows on the table, “What exactly do you want Mr. Gabriel? This is already beyond being out of hand.”
“WHAT I WANT IS FOR YOU TO FIND ME. ARREST ME AND THROW AWAY THE KEY.”
“Easy enough. Where can I send my boys in blue here?”
“NOT SO FAST MY GOOD GOVERNOR. I BELIEVE WE SHALL ENJOY A LONG DRAWN OUT GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE. MY RULES ARE QUITE SIMPLE. I WILL NOT HARM ANOTHER PERSON AS LONG AS DETECTIVE CRUZ PERFORMS HER DUTIES AS I HAVE DICTATED. IF YOU REFUSE TO ALLOW HER TO CONTINUE I WILL RAIN HELL DOWN UPON YOUR FAIR CITY OF MIAMI.”
“So you don’t expect any money.”
“TO PERFORM WHAT I DO HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK I REQUIRE MONEY? IS THAT A CLUE IN DISCOVERING MY IDENTITY? AM I A WEALTHY MAN ALREADY? DO I HAIL FROM YOUR SECRET INTELLIGENCE ORGANIZATIONS? AM I IN THE OFFICE NEXT DOOR? THAT IS THE FUN OF MY GAME GOVERNOR BUSCH. THE CHALLENGE IS FOR DETECTIVE CRUZ TO PROVE HERSELF WORTHY OF BEING A DETECTIVE. LET HER SHOW HER ABILITIES.”
“We can do that without her running around like a streaker mocking this Department.” Bettinger defends.
“DO WE TRULY NEED TO GO OVER THIS AGAIN CAPTAIN? I BELIEVE THIS WILL BE THE FINAL TIME YOU TRY TO SWAY MY DECISIONS. DO NOT TEST ME FURTHER.”
Bettinger shuts up leaning back in his chair disgusted by his attempt. Mayor Foster looks at him with concern. As did Mercedes Meade who poises her palms toward Bettinger to remain calm.
“WHERE WERE WE GOVERNOR?”
“We were awaiting my decision to allow Detective Cruz to get away with what your demands call for. I can safely say that will not be allowed. Need I repeat our policy against terrorism?”
“YOU ARE PERFECTLY CLEAR GOVERNOR.”
“Good. Now turn yourself in for murder.”
“I DO NOT BELIEVE I HAVE ACHIEVED A QUOTA AS OF YET. YOU SHOULD HEAR OF MY LATEST VICTIM SHORTLY. I WILL WAIT HERE PATIENTLY.”
“What?” Busch turns pale when his personal cellphone rings in his jacket. Retrieving it on the third ring he answers it, “Governor Busch. I’m at a meet…can you repeat…Dear God. I’ll be in touch.” Hanging up he takes a drink of water from a glass offered earlier.
“Governor?” Mayor Foster sits forward with concern.
“My secondary Limo just blew up at the airport. It wouldn’t start earlier so we switched Limo’s. The driver and mechanic died instantly.”
As everyone grew emotional Gabriel clears his throat, “YOU WERE SAYING GOVERNOR?”
“I-I need to speak with a higher office. I can’t just appoint Detective Cruz to put her body on the line. It’s morally wrong and unhealthy to her own future.”
“CAPTAIN BETTINGER? PLEASE BRING IN DETECTIVE CRUZ.”
Rising from his chair he opens a side door to the conference room and motions for Calliope to enter. He dreaded the initial first eye contact. Turning away he allows Calliope to enter on her own and shut the door.
“Babee is here. Do I get to ride in the Presidential Limo?”
Governor Busch drops his jaw at Calliope’s topless nudity. Only wearing a white thong with a badge over the crotch and stiletto heels he puffs his cheeks. Eyes closed to calm his nerves Busch offers Calliope a seat at the other end of the table. She accepts it and leans forward placing her massive tits directly on the table. Resting there she rests her hands in her lap. Batting her eyelashes flirtatiously she remains quiet.
“Cover those up please.” Busch tries not to stare at her nipples. It was as if they were eyes staring back at him.
“Sowwy I can’t do that. What you see is what you get.” Babee responds.
“Sweet Jesus.” Busch recites before staring at her, “If I allow this on a temporary basis can you behave in public? None of us need the backlash.”
“No promises Mister Governor Sir. I will do what I have to. I’m very sorry for the loss of your Driver.”
Sighing Busch clasps his sweaty palms uncertain how else to reply, “I need time to think Gabriel. Any rash decision ataşehir escort can be harmful without your help.”
“CLEAR THE ROOM GOVERNOR. ALL SAVE FOR YOU AND DETECTIVE CRUZ.” Gabriel barks.
“Being alone in the room with Ms. Cruz would look very bad. I have a family that does not need to hear any nasty rumors.”
“A FAMILY THAT CAN EASILY BE ERASED.”
“What was that?”
“LOVELY CONSTANCE AND YOUNG BOBBY ARE GIVING THE DOG A BATH AT THIS MOMENT. YOUR DARLING DAUGHTER ANNIE…OH MY…YOU SHOULD REALLY MONITOR HER CELLPHONE MORE OFTEN. THE RACEY PICTURES THAT SHE IS SENDING DILLON ARE QUITE…WELL SEE FOR YOURSELF.”
The Governor feels his personal cell vibrate and swallows. Before looking at a text he glares at the room full of Law Enforcement, “Everyone out.”
“I THOUGHT THAT MIGHT CHANGE YOUR MIND.”
Commissioner Meade motions everyone to vacate including Captain Bettinger and FBI Rep McClure. The Mayor offering an expression of concern toward the Governor holds out before joining them. A wave of Busch’s knuckles sends him out. As the door seals the Governor pulls up his text. Five photos of his barely eighteen year old in lingerie upset him immensely. A topless photo enrages him.
“She is grounded forever.”
Calliope pouts at his anguish, “I’m sorry Mr. Governor. Truly I am.”
“NOW BABEE…DON”T BE SORRY. THIS WAS ONLY TO MAKE A POINT. I COULD DO A NUMBER OF THINGS TO SMEAR HIS NAME. I DON’T HAVE TO KILL ANYONE. TELL ME MR. BUSCH HOW MUCH MORE ARE YOU PAYING YOUR HOUSEKEEPER MARCELA FOR SERVICES RENDERED?”
“You son of a bitch.”
“IS AN ILLEGAL MISTRESS FROM COLUMBIA EVEN WORTH YOUR FAMILY? YOUR REPUTATION?”
“Leave Marcela out of this.”
“AHHH! TRUE AFFECTION. POOR CONSTANCE.”
“Get to the point.”
“MY POINT IS QUITE SIMPLE. YOU WILL SIGN DOCUMENTS ALLOWING DETECTIVE CRUZ TO PERFORM HER DUTIES WITHIN THE STATE OF FLORIDA AS I EXPECT HER TO COMPLETE THEM.”
“Meaning let her indecently parade nude in public? If I bow to those terms I’ll be booted out of office in a weeks time.”
“SOMEHOW I DOUBT THAT. I CAN BE VERY PERSUASIVE TOWARD OTHERS IN GOVERNMENT. BY FORCING YOU TO FREE HER TO CONTINUE HER DUTIES AS DETECTIVE PORNSTAR I MERELY PROTECT MY INVESTMENT.”
“Investment? You sound as if you bought her?”
“I INDEED OWN MISS CRUZ. SHE WILL OBEY MY EVERY COMMAND OR PAY FOR HER DISOBEDIENCE. SHE IS VERY AWARE OF THE DAMAGE I CAN INFLICT. IS THAT NOT CORRECT BABEE RAMIREZ?”
“Yes Mister G. Babee will not fail you.” She nods feverishly while thinking, “Until I find your egotistical ass and beat you to death.”
“Brainwashed are you Miss Cruz?”
“I wash my hair with gentle shampoo.”
“You know what I mean. Stop this nonsense.”
“No can do Governor. I swear I will perform my duties as I vowed to the State of Florida or die trying. Human life is more important than anything Mister G could make me do.”
“What if he told you to kill someone? Would you do it?”
“I would take my own life first.”
“LET US NOT SPEAK OF HER LOYALTIES OVERSTEPPING SUCH A BOUNDARY. BABEE WILL DO WHAT I REQUIRE WITHOUT HESITATION. SHE TAKING A HUMAN LIFE WILL ONLY BE IN SELF DEFENSE.”
“Do I have your word on that Mister G?”
“OF THAT I SWEAR.”
“Thank you Mister G.”
“GOVERNOR BUSCH? CAN YOU DENY THAT DETECTIVE CRUZ HAS NOT APPEALED TO YOUR SENSES?”
“Do I find her attractive? What man wouldn’t?”
“Awwww! That’s sweet of you Governor.”
“BABEE? CRAWL ACROSS THAT BOARDROOM TABLE AND SEDUCE THE GOOD GOVERNOR.”
“What? Stay right where you are Miss Cruz.”
“On my way Mister G.”
“OH, AND LOSE THE UNDERWEAR.”
The Governor had immediately began to sweat. Scooting her seat back Cruz lifts her long legs and props them on the table top. Hoisting her hips she begins wiggling her panties and badge down her legs slowly and seductively.
“Boy my badge weighs a ton.”
“Please stop this madness Ms Cruz.” Busch stands up to plan his escape.
“SIT DOWN!” Gabriel snaps at him.
“Almost off my toesies.” Babee hints giggling. Reaching her stiletto heels she uses her feet to tangle the thong around them, “Oopsie. Babee caught in a web. Might need help.” She struggles a bit longer before releasing her left foot, “Nope. Babee’s got it. Mean ole panties.” Lowering her legs she steps on the thong eliminating it completely. Up on the table she went. On hands and knees she prowls toward The Governor like a cat. He began fidgeting at her allure. There was no denying that this woman was by far the sexiest woman he had ever encountered.
“Good God!” He wiped his brow.
“Give Babee a tour of your Oval Orifice?”
“I’m not the President. After this I’ll never have that honor.”
“Awww! You can tour mine then.”
“Sweet Jesus. Please stop right there.”
“Okee. Babee relax now.” She slips into a seductive roll on to her back and begins rubbing her legs as they rise over her hips. Long silky legs are treated anadolu yakası escort to warm palms. Her eyes devoted to observing his own gaze as he trembles. Legs part revealing her juicy labia. Fanning her legs wide her pussy literally breaths. Her hole opening and closing as if a fish gasping for air.
“Governor want Babee?”
“I most certainly do…I must be out of my mind.”
“You could be out of your pants. That would be much better.”
“I-I can’t.”
Rolling once again she poses on her knees facing him. Her pussy divine as she cups her monster breasts. All while looking at him seductively and with determination. He wasn’t the only one out of his mind. When in Babee mode Calliope struggled with reality to a small degree. Maybe that was what Gabriel truly wanted, for Calliope to literally become Babee. Acting was a strong point but personality switches had a darkness too it. She feared crossing a far wider line than just being Babee.
“Come closer.” Busch pats the edge of the table.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Even better.”
Back on all fours she continues her stealthy swagger until she reaches him. Swinging slowly around she lays on her back facing him. Her stiletto heels poised like daggers at his shoulders.
“TRY NOT TO STAB THE GOOD GOVERNOR BABEE.” Gabriel sighs.
“He gets the points without my help Mister G.”
His eyes glued to her inner thigh he adjusts his tie loosening it. While she teased her clit for stimulation he looked around him at the windows of the room. One way glass for interrogations made him uneasy. Who was watching from the other side?
“Seriously I don’t believe this is appropriate. Ms Cruz while you might very well be the sexiest woman alive I cannot torture you as Gabriel wants.”
“No torture Mister B. Babee love sex. Babee love putting her life on the line for others.”
“I commend you Ms Cruz, I really do. What you’re willing to sacrifice for others is worthy of a medal.”
“I don’t think my thongs have room for a medal. My badge takes up all the material. Maybe I could make it into a nipple clamp. Can I have two medals so it don’t look loppysided?”
Busch went expressionless at her attitude. Lack of motor functions did not help him. This side of the woman was pure airhead. How could she have advanced to Detective? There was certainly more to this beauty than met the eye.
“If we bring down this Gabriel you can have a dozen medals. Valor being one.”
“Yay! I love Velour.”
He hesitates as her heels tangle his tie on both sides of his neck with precision as if a Surgeon. Once hooking him she reeled him in drawing his upper body to lower over her thighs. Nearing a bout with hyperventilation he grabbed her ankles with both hands. She nibbled her lip at his sudden aggression. He wasn’t trying to be forceful really, more than anything he was defending himself.
“I must insist that you return to being Detective Calliope Cruz. We need to have a serious discussion about this.”
“YOU MAY BECOME CALLIOPE.” Gabriel felt compelled to hear him out.
“About Goddamned time.” She huffs and glares at the Governor, “Mind if I have my ankles back? At least for now. As much as I like those bracelets you call fingers.”
“Of course.” He releases her then untangles her stilettos from his tie, removing the tie entirely.
Sitting up her legs drop to both sides of his legs. She was still entirely too close for comfort. Leaning forward to face Busch eye to eye she gets right to the point.
“I don’t take any real pleasure in being Gabriel’s slut. You need to let this shit happen Governor. I don’t know about you but I don’t like having lives placed on my shoulders when I know I can keep them alive.”
“Unlike my driver Clarence.”
“That was on you Governor. Talking back to Gabriel will only increase the body count out there. Possibly closer to home. How would you feel if one of your family members died because we could have prevented it? My Mommy is all I have in the world. She lives to a ripe old age if I have to fuck all of Miami. I’m putting my career on the line for my only loved one. Terrorist policies can take a flying leap. Unless Gabriel is the new Bin Laden what harm is it to let me do this? It’s pretty easy to tell he’s dead serious. As am I.”
“I understand your heroic side, I do. However, I’ll need to go beyond my post before I can let this go beyond the walls of this Precinct. Therefore no more interviews PLEASE.”
“I’ll do what I have to Jae. Get over it or lock me up. We both know how that would go down.”
“Let me make some calls. This kind of thing has to go Federal. If I can have a bit of privacy I’ll call the President himself.”
“Come on Jae we know the President is already well informed. How could he not have been in touch with you by now? The freaking FBI is involved. Homeland Security. ATF. Everybody but the Boy Scouts.”
“Then, you already know his answer.”
Her own expression dims knowing the President instantly shot down Gabriel’s demands. Fear crept into her soul and her eyes well up.
“I’m sorry Detective Cruz. My hands are tied.”
“HOW UNFORTUNATE.” Gabriel exhales over the speaker, “PERHAPS EVEN THE PRESIDENT NEEDS A LITTLE PUSH. SOMETHING STORMY.”
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