Chapter 9
"Stripped, Teased, and Pleased."
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It was two in the morning when Mac recieved the call. It seemed a brawl had broken out in Sin City Strip Club, leaving some guy dead. Dressing into his black jeans and black tee, he took off out the door with his kit. As he headed to the car, he could still see the sweat marks and Stella's foot prints from their naughty event earlier that night.
Smiling sinisterly he had to admit he would love another round like that. But instead he had chosen a night out with the boys. Which he was now paying for. Slamming the car door, he headed over.
When he arrived he seen Danny and Adam looking worse then he was.
"Eh Mac... you believe this? My head is cracking like a walnut and we have to be here cause some guys decided pocket pool for the evening was out."
"Just shut up and process, Danny."
As Mac opened his kit he heard his cell phone. Picking it up he said... "Taylor."
"Mac... it's Don. I need you to send Adam and Danny back to the station. We've had another homicide in central park and I can't get in touch with Lindsay."
"What the hell am I suppose to do? Process on my own?" asked Mac.
"I'm sorry Mac, maybe you can call Stella. I'm sure she'd come help," said Don.
"Well then why can't she help you?" asked Mac.
"I need the boys, Mac. If you call Stella on her day off she won't care. If I call her, she's gonna be pissed."
Flipping off his cell, he informed Danny and Adam to head over to central park.
"Who the hell is going to help you, Mac?" said Danny.
"I'll be fine, Just go." said Mac.
Processing alone he was kind of thankful. With the club now quiet, his headache wasn't to bad.
"Damn Adam, I feel bad for Mac. I'm going to call Stella for him," said Danny.
Dialing Stella's number he woke her from sleep. "Bonasera."
"Stella it's Danny. Mac needs your help at Sin City Calbaret."
Stella jolted up in bed. Sin City? that naughty strip club in the Bronx?"
"Somehow I thought you'd like that, Stel. Just be easy on the boss, he's hanging."
"Stella laughed, mhm.. I know, she purred. Thanks."
Hanging up the phone, Stella dressed in her high black stilletos and her chantilly black lace teddy. Then throwing on her overcoat she headed out the door. Arriving at the club, she entered and locked the door behind her. Leaning against the wall she watched Mac as he sat in the chair holding his head. Sneaking past him, she headed to the DJ booth and chose some seductive sexy music. Blasting it loud, Mac jumped five feet in the air as he seen Stella in all her teddy glory, swinging around the pole.
"Fuuuuck meeeeeeeeeee..." he sighed out.
"Soon baby, very soon," purred Stella as she seductively made her way down the stage. Nearing the stairs she sat on the top two and spread her legs wide while grinding her pelvic onto the stair. Mac couldn't believe what he was seeing. But damn, she was more then hot as her body rocked in ways he had never seen from this side of her.
Crawling her way down the stairs she neared Mac's side. Then sliding her face upwards she pressed her mouth against the crotch of his jeans, bitting down with her teeth.
"Steeeeeeeeeeeella..." he screamed. Smiling wickedly, she slithered herself off the floor, turned and grinded her butt against his shaft. Bringing her hands to wrap around his thick neck, as her body continued to rock till Mac exploded his orgasm in his pants.
"Mm... what is that I feel all warm and wet against my hot butt. Could it be I made you cum in the pleasure I was feeding you? Could it be, that I'm more then you can handle detective Taylor?"
Mac could feel himself harden again, he could feel his shaft swell at her wicked words. Pulling her up off his lap he turned her over the chair with her butt in the air. Then taking his hand he spanked her, spanked her while caressing, squeezing, telling her without words that she was a very naughty girl.
Lowering his mouth, he kissed the spot where he had spanked. Sinking in his teeth as he suckled, leaving his love mark on her cheek. Hearing her cries of passion were forcing him to lose control. Control that he was able to keep in till she forced him to orgasm in his pants.
Stripping her of her teddy, he leaned over her wrapping his hands with hers around the chair, telling her... "bring up your one knee and set it on the chair Stella, expose your beautiful sheath to my heat."
As her knee lifted, as her legs quivered from the plunge that was about to be felt, she purred out his name... "Maaaaaaaaaaac..." Entering her swiftly she screamed, how could she not when he was taking her like a beast in heat. Like an animal who had longed for his mate.
So much pent up frustration and desires that needed to be fed. Forcing Stella to realize she had indeed pushed Mac over the edge of erotic sin. Erotic sin that would leave them Stripped, Teased, and Pleased.
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