City of Sin
Indulgence I
***Once more, I own nothing of the show Lucifer or comics etc. ***
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***CoS***
Chloe Decker laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, mind racing. She had gotten home from her date a few hours prior, but had yet to find any rest, despite being worn out and 'satisfied'. Like always, she was over analyzing everything that had happened during their encounter, from when she asked him out to the moment where Lucifer had helped her back to her car, triple checked to ensure she would be okay to drive home, demanded she text when she arrived safely, and then stuck around to watch her drive off.
Originally, she had questioned her motives as to why. Sure, Dan was a dick, and Malcolm was a complete creep who probably deserved to be in jail, but if it had just led to that she likely wouldn't have intervened, but Maze? The woman didn't deserve to be arrested for giving someone a punch to the face, even if they had certainly earned it.
Not only that, but Beatrice seemed close to her, and the dark-skinned woman was protective and kind towards her friend. It most certainly had nothing to do with their few interactions, as physical as they had been.
Another part of her had wanted further answers from the man, and perhaps she had seen this as a convenient way to try and extract them. Finally, she had simply enjoyed their previous date. She didn't have anything to feel guilty about, Dan went on dates all the damn time, so when she finally found someone fun to spend time with why shouldn't she?
She knew why but opted to ignore it for the time being. The restaurant choice had been due to her desire to impress the wealthy man, and just to unwind a bit. Most places to dine were packed, loud, and cheap. All things she was looking to avoid,
As for their flirtations during dinner, well it was fun. Dates were supposed to be fun right? A time to relax, get to know each other, joke, laugh, and flirt. It was what the flirting had led to that was currently weighing on her mind.
Had she been too forward? Too easy? Would the man think of her as 'slutty' now? Was she slutty? Should she had offered to 'return the favor'? Was she a bad date for not reciprocating? It had been years since her last date, and she wasn't exactly up to date on the latest 'when was it okay to let him finger you without being skanky' knowledge.
What were they now? Two adults who had gone out, fooled around, and then gone separate ways? Were they 'dating' now? Did adults do the whole 'boyfriend, girlfriend' thing? Would he ask her out again, and if he did would he expect more? Did she even want to go out with him again? Sure, the pleasure had been mind numbing, but without would she still have considered it a 'successful' date?
One thing was clear, Lucifer hadn't seen her as a 'one-night stand', at least she didn't think so. Whenever she heard stories like this from any reputable source, cops at the precinct, the few other people she interacted with, victims of crimes, witnesses, and the morning radio, the story was always rather similar. The two people met, had sex, then left. There was never any 'are you okay to drive?' or 'make sure you text when you get home safely'.
Simple hookups were about the physical pleasure, nothing else. There wasn't any emotional attachments, that was the point.
Chloe groaned and rubbed at her tired eyes. It was going to be a long night, but at least she didn't have work the next day.
***CoS***
The elevator dinged as the man strolled into his penthouse. "Chloe Decker" he mused, a smile tugging at his lips. As he had guessed, she was perfect. An natural sense of following rules, but not necessarily those set by society, a willingness to break cultural procedures to ensure her own morals were followed, an inquisitive and organized mind, and yet... this last evening had revealed another side to the blonde.
A suppressed desire, a sexuality that had been crushed down but not destroyed, something he would find great excitement in revitalizing. Lucifer had originally figured it would take months to earn flirting from the woman in a controlled environment, despite their steamy encounter in the conference room. But she had been so forward, so willing to both take control and be controlled. She had flirted forcefully, had dragged him out of the restaurant, but then had given up control to ride out her pleasure.
"Fascinating..."
"Did you have a good evening my Lord?" Looking up, the Devil was surprised to see Eve standing nearby. Not that he should have been, the woman was always so desperate to hear about everything he did. It was one of the reasons she was never considered to be his Queen. Queens did not wait around for their King to give them attention, did not beg for a moment of time, did not desperately ask for details of their latest conquest to get themselves off on.
He would have seen her as pathetic, if she weren't so sweet and endearing, like an innocent young maiden who spread her legs out of curiosity for what would come next.
The reason, however, he was surprised was that his mind had been so focused he hadn't noticed her presence sooner. Very strange indeed, but nothing worth contemplating further. "I did my dear. It seems my detective has a bit of a wild streak after all."
Eve's eyes lit up in excitement and unspoken curiosity. "Did you..."
Lucifer moved forward, going from more than a dozen feet away to in her personal space in the span of a heartbeat, his finger directly in front of the woman's face. "See for yourself."
It was both an offer, and a command, one that Eve followed without hesitation. She practically swallowed his fingers, moaning erotically as she tasted the dried fluids from the woman's cunt. Yet another reason Eve had never been anything more than his pet. True, he hoped that Chloe would be open minded enough to see both sides of polyamorous relationships as acceptable but there remained hope that she wouldn't be this desperate for it.
He saw the blonde as taking charge, of walking into his office, sitting down and telling him she was taking a lover, a pet of her own. Lucifer envisioned her walking in on him and Mazikeen and joining in without hesitation, or demanding Eve for the evening to work out some stress with.
Another moan brought him back to the present, apparently the only other woman present had reached a climax just from his fingertips in her mouth and Chloe's taste on her tongue.
Well, at least he knew Eve would be a submissive little bitch, even without being told.
***CoS***
Despite their conversation earlier in the week Chloe hadn't fully expected a text from her best friend Saturday morning. She was going out on a lunch date and would be free later that evening if the blonde still wanted to get together.
Without thinking about it, Chloe had typed out a reply asking her to just skip the date, but quickly deleted it upon realization. Instead, she told her friend to have fun and text before she headed over.
With that she went out to make some 'essential' purchases for what they talked about, mainly chocolate, lots, and lots of chocolate.
Ignoring the judgment filled looks at the grocery store from both employee and fellow customer alike, because clearly buying lots of junk food was more cause for concern than the man behind her who was buying his body weight in alcohol, she returned to clean up and make her apartment a bit more livable for more than just one person.
Then she waited, and waited, and waited a while longer. It was passing normal dinner time when Chloe gave up and ordered a pizza. Two hours later and she still hadn't heard anything, and it was then that fear began to buzz in her head. What if something had happened? What if Beatrice had gone out with some psycho and had been kidnapped or worse? She was an exotic dancer; Chloe had seen cases before where women in that profession were stalked and harassed because of some creeps that thought they had some sort of relationship.
Without wasting another moment, she sent a text to check on her friend. A moment later she realized how paranoid she was acting. Trixie had gone out on a date, who was to say that they hadn't lost track of time or had opted to spend more time together?
As darkness began to fall on the concrete city a knocking sounded at the detective's door, frowning, she checked her phone but saw no response from her friend and thus wearily approached the barrier, firearm at her side and ready should it be someone seeking ill for her.
"Who is it?"
"Your best friend, duh."
The tension left Chloe's immediately, her shoulders dropping to a relaxed position as she put her gun away and opened the door. "A bit late Beatrice?"
"Yeah, got a bit distracted."
Rolling her eyes, the blonde opted not to further berate her friend about communication skills and gestured her inside. "So, did you have fun at least?"
Flopping down onto the couch, Trixie gave a groan of annoyance, "I mean it was fine until he started acting like an ass... so half hour into the date." Before Chloe could reply, her friend began recapping her day, "We met up for lunch, right? I figure it's an easy way to spend an hour or so and get to know what kind of person he is. Not only does he show up late, but he starts complaining immediately about how poor the service is and how he doesn't like the restaurant. I suggested somewhere different but then he whines about having to drive somewhere else."
"Sounds like a keeper already..." The blonde noted, sarcasm heavy in her voice.
"Right? So, he complains the entire time about every little thing, doesn't tip the waitress, who was super nice by the way, and afterwards says I should come by his place where his friends are hanging out."
Immediately, the detective's instincts began sending up warning signs, and she wasn't even the one in the situation. "Please tell me you didn't..."
Guilt washed over her friend's face, and Chloe fought down the urge to not just scold but send her friend to a safety course on how not to be kidnapped and murdered. "I mean... I figured maybe he was just having a bad day or something..."
"Or" the other seethed, "he's a creep who kidnaps and murders people and was inviting you back to where a bunch of his friends were waiting to attack you."
The eye roll she earned did nothing to soothe her anger. "Oh come on Chloe that stuff only happens in movies and..."
"Ah hem..." the blonde finally interrupted, before pointing over to where the detective badge sat, as if saying 'maybe I know what I'm talking about because I investigate things like this'.
Finally realizing the hint, Trixie lit up in a blush of embarrassment, "Oh... yeah."
"Oh, yeah. Did you tell someone where you were going? A friend, roommate, or even a coworker?"
"Uhmmm..."
"Beatrice..."
"I know I know, dating creeps 101, always let someone know where you will be and don't change plans. I don't know he just seemed harmless is all. I was right anyway, we got there, and it was just a bunch of guys hanging out in his basement, drinking beer, and watching the football game. That's where most of the day went."
"So, you like football?"
Trixie shook her head, "Nah I think it's boring, but I stayed up until the game was over. At that point, my 'date' mentioned my career choice and the other guys began thinking I would start giving out lap dances. At that point I left."
Chloe had tensed slightly when she heard her friend had been propositioned, but immediately relaxed when she heard that it had ended with that. "You still could have let me know you were going to be late..."
"Yeah... sorry..."
Hoping that the situation had enforced the mistakes her friend had made, the blonde stood and made her way to the kitchen, "Did you eat dinner? I still have some left-over pizza or some chocolate goodness if you still want to hang out tonight."
"Are you kidding? Heck yeah! Bust out the goods and let's get this party started."
***CoS***
Malcolm Graham paced back and forth in his apartment, anxiously waiting for his phone to ring. They were late, again, and it didn't bode well for him and his future retirement planning for them to be having second thoughts about their arrangement. Just when he was considering giving up, and driving out to look for himself, a beeping interrupted the silence.
Scrambling with his cell, the man finally answered the call, "Hello?"
"Graham."
"You're late." A second after his accusation the man winced, these were powerful people, the likes of which you actively avoided pissing off. "I mean uh..."
"We will contact you when we damn well please. Now then, did you finish your job?"
Shifting nervously, the crooked cop was suddenly very happy to not be meeting them in person, "Not uh... not yet. It isn't easy to sneak into evidence and 'lose' some of it without being noticed, especially on a high-profile case like this one."
He had hoped that making it seem like he was risking this much would endear him and his efforts, he was wrong. "Does it sound like we care? You are being paid good money for a simple task, enough to get you out of the situation you dug yourself into. We own you Graham, if it weren't for our intervention you would be lying in a ditch somewhere with a bullet hole in your head."
"I-I know I just..."
"Get it done, or we will find someone else who will. If that occurs, you will find yourself in a far less comfortable position than what you are in now."
Before the man could respond the call terminated from the other line, earning a loud swear.
***CoS***
It hadn't taken long, about ten minutes into the movie, for Beatrice to be rid of not just her jacket, but also the dress shirt she had worn underneath, leaving her in a tank top, one that exposed far more cleavage that Chloe had thought possible. Luckily, it was easy for the blonde's attention to be focused elsewhere, and with the lights dimmed it was easy to ignore her friend's choice in clothing.
That is, until Trixie had gone up to procure her 'sugar feast' and ended up coming back with a large bowl of ice cream covered in chocolate syrup.
Already, she noticed her childhood friend's old habits emerging, one of them being her tendency to spill food. Chocolate syrup, in this case, had already dribbled onto her chest. She either didn't notice, or simply didn't care, but the black spots on her friend's skin were like magnets to Chloe's gaze. No matter how hard she tried to watch the movie she kept having her attention torn back to the woman sitting across from her on the couch.
It certainly didn't help that they were both sprawled out on opposite ends, legs practically interlaced. She would have moved but she wasn't sure how Trixie would react and was rather comfortable.
A joke from the movie had her best friend laughing in a way that only emphasized her cleavage. "Something wrong Chloe?"
Shit, apparently, she had missed a funny scene or two and the other woman had noticed. "Oh, uh no sorry just a bit uhm…" What was she supposed to say? 'Sorry Beatrice, I was busy staring at your boobs and wondering about my own sexuality to pay attention to the movie. That doesn't make you feel awkward about being around me, does it?' "I guess I'm just a bit out of it tonight, maybe my sugar high is running out."
The comment earned her a toothy grin, causing her own relaxation as well. Figuring she might as well nip the issue in the bud as well, "Oh uh Beatrice?" Earning the woman's attention, she cleared her throat, "You missed a bit of syrup."
Gesturing towards her own chest, the blonde hoped her message would get across. For a moment, however, Trixie blinked in confusion, before suddenly understanding and looking down to see the mess she had accidentally made. Chloe figured that would be the end of it, that is until her friend looked back up towards her, and in the limited flickering light of the television screen she caught a look she hadn't seen since the night they had been reunited.
"Oh no…" Trixie whispered, brushing her bare leg up again Chloe's. Despite having a layer of fabric between them it still sent shivers down the blonde's spine, "Looks like I'm all dirty, do you think you could help me out Chloe?"
She leaned forward, and even in the darkness there was an obvious look in her eyes as her hands dropped onto either side of the detective, allowing her to crawl forward. "Wh- what do…"
The detective knew, deep down, what the other meant, but a part of her still screamed in denial.
"No napkins so maybe…" Beatrice was close now, her breath ghosting over Chloe's own lips, "You could use your mouth?"
"I-I… I'm not…"
That single word seemed to force a change in the dancer, whose advance halted and sensual smile was replaced with a smaller, almost regretful one. Before the blonde could comment further her friend leaned in, lips pressing against her own in a calm, but still somehow passionate, kiss.
Pulling back Beatrice smiled once more, before retreating, slipping off the couch and making her way towards the bathroom without saying anything else, leaving a stunned Chloe Decker still frozen on the couch.
***CoS***
"How was your date?"
There was an ugliness in the question, one that made Chloe frown in annoyance. Like it was any of Dan's business what her dating life was like. For once she opted to go for twisting the knife into the wound, "It was very nice, but it wasn't our first date so I knew it would be. We went to a nice Italian restaurant, very private."
Turning to face the man, the blonde immediately noticed the sneer on his face at the statement, one she knew would be there. "He isn't good for you Chloe."
"And what would you know about what is good for me? Maybe I should go back to dating guys who are sleeping with defense attorneys behind my back instead?"
There was a slight wince from her former husband, one she savored perhaps a bit too long. "I just... you know he's under investigation. We don't investigate innocent people Chloe. What are you going to do if he's arrested? Make the evidence disappear so your boyfriend doesn't end up in an orange jumpsuit?"
For a moment, a very brief, and later terrifying, moment Chloe did consider this. Should she let the man know about the investigation targeting him? It wasn't as if the federal agents seemed to be going by the books either, they were all over the place and barely seemed to know how to even conduct an investigation. If anything, she would be doing them a favor by forcing them off the case, if they ever made an arrest while breaking as many rules as they were it would be dismissed by a fresh-out-of-college lawyer.
These thoughts were concerning for the detective. Ignoring any further outrage from her ex she turned and left, hoping that some time along with her thoughts would help sort out this dilemma.
***CoS***
"Hey dad, long time no... talk." Chloe sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit she had long since thought beaten. "I, could really use some advice now and I just... I would ask my friends, really, I would, but I kinda have a feeling of what they would say. Not just that but it is sort of cop related so..."
She trailed off, mind wandering for a moment before returning to the gray stone on the ground. "I met this guy, but the problem is that he's also being investigated by federal agents. Now I know you would probably give me shit for this, calling me irresponsible and questioning how I met this guy but... I think you would like him. He's... well he's honest. He doesn't judge others for what they do or what they look like and he's fun."
The detective paused, for what she could only imagine would be her father's disapproving stare if he were still alive. "Lucifer is a club owner, I can only imagine how long you would ground me for that choice but he doesn't act stuck up or better than everyone else, I mean more than anyone else would in that position. He's patient, and strangely kind."
Another pause, before she opted to change topics of conversation with the ground, "Guess who I ran into again? Beatrice, from when I was a kid. I'm sure you remember her; we were always together back in Middle school. She works at Lux now, Lucifer's club, and is a dancer but she's still Beatrice. There's something more between us now, or at least… maybe she wants there to be? I don't know how I feel and… there is just a lot right now."
This time it was a sigh of frustration that escaped the blonde, there was just too much going on in her life, too many changes and so much confusion she couldn't process and deal with it all, not all at once. "I just... I know I should avoid him, should help the investigation or whatever else but I just, I'm sick of this dad. I'm sick of spending all my free time reading over case files and doing paperwork. I'm tired of not having a life, of watching couples or groups of friends walk by and wishing I had someone in my life. I'm just... tired."
Part of her wanted to help the agents, to see if there really was anything to the case and help bring someone who might be corrupt and guilty to justice. Another part, one that had been growing at an alarming rate, wanted to protect and give the man a heads up. As far as she knew the feds weren't even following correct protocols, wasn't it her responsibility to protect the rights of citizens just as much as it was to bring the guilty to justice?
Memories of all the rights she had violated came back a moment later, earning a guilty flinch from the detective. Everything was a mess, or maybe it had been for a while now. The rich and powerful were getting away with crimes ranging from theft to murder while police were stuck chasing down leads and walking away when they were told there simply 'wasn't enough evidence to pursue someone like that.' The law should be applied fairly to everyone not just those who couldn't afford a thousand-dollar an hour attorney.
***CoS***
"Good morning Chloe."
"Morning" The blonde grumbled back, still tired from her lack of sleep the night before. Despite going to the graveyard, she hadn't found any real answers, only more doubt and confusion.
The lab technician frowned, "Hey, are you okay?"
"I..." Chloe paused, rubbing tiredly at her eyes, "didn't get much sleep last night, actually."
"Well if you ever want to talk about anything, you know where to find me."
As she turned to head to the lab the detective quickly caught up to her, "Can I... ask you something, something personal?"
Ella nodded, "Yeah, of course."
"Have you ever had to make a decision between doing what was lawful and what you thought was right, to protect someone I mean?"
A sad look formed on the other woman's features as she led her friend into the room and shut the door behind her. "Yeah, once a long time ago. My younger brother, he had been in trouble ever since High school. Doing drugs, skipping class, drinking, stealing stuff, you know the type. It was shortly after I got a job at the police department that he called me needing help."
She shook her head, slowly walking over to one of the tables, running her fingers across the metal surface just to have something to occupy her hands with. "He had made a stupid mistake, stolen a car with some of his 'buddies'. One of them got caught and sold the rest out, including my brother."
"What did you do?"
Ella froze in place, before looking up with tears in her eyes, "What could I do? I helped him dispose of the evidence, found someone to give him an alibi, called in any favors I could get... He's my brother my family, I would do anything to protect him."
The blonde nodded, "I understand, thank you Ella." As she turned to leave a thought came to her mind, "Hey, do you have plans for lunch today?" Upon seeing the other woman shake her head Chloe gave a follow-up question, "Want to go out and get something to eat? My treat."
"Sounds wonderful."
***CoS***
"Is something wrong my dear?" Beatrice looked up at the door to the back room where the dancers would change outfits and apply makeup to where her boss stood in his usual perfect black suit. "You you've seemed… conflicted lately."
"No, no it's… I mean yes but not about my job I just… I think I made a mistake and acted without thinking. It might have cost me something precious to me."
He frowned, before stepping in and taking a seat next to her, "You lost something?"
She shook her head, "Someone… my best friend Chloe I… did something stupid the other night and I… well I think I upset her. Everything had been going so well, we were laughing and joking and having fun, it was as if we had never been apart. Afterwards though, it was like a rift opened between us."
"I find that hard to believe, from my dates with our lovely blonde friend she seemed very forgiving and adaptable."
A sad smile formed on Trixie's face, "It wasn't so simple though. I pushed a little bit too hard I think, put her in a situation where she wasn't comfortable… flirted a bit too much."
"Ah, well you know some don't like being teased as much as others… unless you weren't teasing."
Beatrice gave a half-hearted shrug, "I know you two are dating but, what can I say? She's easy to fall for."
He nodded, "That she is my dear, that she is." Already a plan began forming in the Devil's mind, his future queen needed to be encouraged to explore and begin finding her own handmaidens who would be for her pleasure.
***CoS***
She needed answers, and it was time to stop avoiding the situation and confront it head on. Making her way into Lux, with the flash of her access card being all that was needed, she headed up to the main floor, seeking out the owner. Glancing about, she didn't immediately see his presence, and thought it best to inquire before either wasting time or interrupting something important.
Making her way through the crowd, Chloe reached the bar, earning the immediate attention of Mazikeen, "Business or pleasure detective?"
"Personal business, I guess you could call it. Do you know where Lucifer is by chance?"
With a teasing smirk the woman nodded in the opposite direction, causing the blonde to turn and look upwards, onto the balcony above. There she spotted the man, along with another woman.
***CoS***