City of Sin

Indulgence IV

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***CoS***

The blonde had barely flashed her 'VIP' badge before pushing past security and hopping onto the elevator. Her hands were shaking, foot tapping, and every few seconds she had to fight the urge to pace around the small metal box. Was the elevator ride always this slow? She could have sworn it took only a few seconds the last time she was on it. What if it had broken down? What if she was too late and something had already happened?

A ding interrupted her anxiety, and the doors to the penthouse opened a moment later. Without pause, she ran out, already frantically calling the owner's name. "Lucifer! Lucifer are you here!?"

No response, and her heart sunk. Something was wrong, he was supposed to be up here, supposed to be... "Ah Chloe, I did not expect you over today, come for some evening entertainment? We could order some wine and..."

"Lucifer shut up for a second! You are in danger. You need to pack some clothes and leave town before they..."

An angry growl came from behind the man, who she just now realized was wearing a bathrobe and probably nothing else. "Oh, come on we were just getting to the good part!"

Mazikeen

Fine, that worked for Chloe, she could probably help convince him for his own safety. "There are two federal agents, I'm not even sure what the fuck their names are at this point, but I've heard one call himself Pierce or Cain. The other said he was your brother and used Canaan, but I think that was an alias. They were talking about killing you!"

"Wait, hold on a second," Maze interrupted, also in a robe though clearly unhappy about wearing anything at the moment. "You said federal agents and multiple names. How long have you known about these jackasses?"

Chloe's gaze dropped to the floor, "Since around the first interaction I had with Lucifer. They were just investigating him and I..."

"So, you ratted him out!?"

The outrage did nothing to help her current state of mind and while yes, she could understand the bartender being upset about the investigation there was also anger at the accusation. "I didn't rat anyone out. I was interviewed and told them I barely knew him or anyone else. I haven't told him anymore than that."

"But you knew they were in on it, knew Lucifer was being investigated."

Unhelpfully, Lucifer merely stood back and watched the two argue, processing the situation and intrigued on just where it was heading. Secretly he could admit that such a turn of events was far more interesting than he would have thought it would be.

"Yes, and as a police officer I wasn't exactly allowed to say anything!"

"But now we are just supposed to believe you? Take your word even after keeping secrets from us!?"

"Because you never have? You want to stand here, lying to my face and tell me that you have never kept any secrets!?"

Voices were rising, tension building, and it was only a matter of time before one of the two women snapped. The Devil would have put good money on it being his lieutenant, what with her demonic nature being one of confrontation and all, and thus was even more surprised when it was his future queen who broke.

"You are a fucking coward Decker."

It was growled low, but whatever meaning was implied meant something more for the blonde than either citizen of Hell realized. The slap that followed echoed through the room, and Lucifer was just about to intervene when the detective followed it up by grabbing the demon's head, turning it back towards her, and forcing their mouths together.

The kiss, if Lucifer recalled correctly it being the first between them, was fierce and passionate. It was trying to prove something, something that mere words could not.

They broke apart, both wide eyed for a moment, before Mazikeen pushed back, hard, and Chloe was tossed back onto the couch behind her. The dark-skinned woman was on her lap a moment later, finger in her hair, grinding back and forth as their lips reunited.

Now Lucifer Morningstar was never much of a 'sit back and watch' kind of man. Sure, he enjoyed a well-made plan and watching the puzzle come together but that was all in the realm of politics and war. In the bedroom he was an active participant. Which was how he found another odd revelation that evening when he took a seat to the side, and merely watched the two go at it.

There was uncertainty, questions unspoken and unanswered, curiosity and hesitation, and so much more between the two.

Two women brought together for the first time, like virgins acting on hesitant instinct. Yet there was also something more, a desire to feel and be felt.

The tie that held Maze's bathrobe closed was torn off and tossed to the side, the robe itself pulled open as Chloe bit down on the woman's lips to break the kiss. Her eyes explored, breathing harsh and wild as Mazikeen's did the same.

"Fuck you're beautiful."

If the demon sat up just a bit straighter, pushed her exposed breasts out just a bit more, she wouldn't admit to it. What self-respecting demon would admit to craving a compliment from a mere human?

"Certainly not going to argue with that." Both heads snapped over to where Lucifer sat, wrapped only in his robe and attention clearly focused on them. "By all means keep going, I'm certainly not complaining about the view."

Before the blonde could reply she was pushed back into the couch once more, nimble, yet surprisingly strong, hands tearing her shirt open. "Get. These. Fucking. Clothes. Off!" Each command was followed by a frustrated growl from the woman straddling her as she continued her attempts.

Finally, the blonde shoved the hands away, ignoring the slightly hurt look in the woman's eyes and began working on undressing herself. "I would like to have something to wear that isn't ripped to shreds Maze…" Her shirt was off easily enough, and her bra followed moments after. "See, much easier than…" her statement was followed by a loud moan as a mouth practically attached itself to one of her nipples, sucking, nipping, and biting as if her life depended on it.

Shifting movement nearby barely managed to gain the detective's attention but from what she could tell it seemed their 'show' was beginning to cause some needed seating adjustments for the man. It really wasn't fair, not including him after all, and Chloe barely managed to whimper out a "Bed" between the other woman's worship.

A moment later and the three were there, leaving a slightly stunned and confused Chloe Decker on how they had made the journey across the penthouse so quickly. Still though, there were far more important things to occupy her, the still 'clothed' man being one of them.

"Strip" she practically commanded, before a slight giggle escaped her lips when it appeared Mazikeen had thought it order was given towards her, and immediately began pulling her jeans off. "N-not me, I meant…"

Then there was a mouth suctioned to her pussy, her eyes rolling back into her head, and her body convulsing all at once. Tremors continued rolling through her body even as she felt the woman pull back, and a conversation softly taking place elsewhere.

"Taken to her quite quickly hm?"

"Her taste… damn it's like fucking liquid lust."

"I told you my dear, and I only had a slight sampling after our date."

"Hopefully she recovers, I'd hate to end the fun so soon."

There was a bit of concern in the last statement, enough to bring Chloe back to her senses. Raising herself up onto her elbow she looked down at the two, who had stopped and were now looking her over. "I think…."

"Yes?" Lucifer almost purred out, curiosity filling his eyes at what she would say next.

"That we need to finish what we started on our date."

He was at the edge of the bed in a moment, robe slipping off as he crawled forward, and her legs spread without thought. He was big, not huge thankfully, but she would certainly be a bit sore afterwards. Something she was definitely looking forward to.

Kneeling between her legs, she could feel the head of his cock rubbing against her, before pushing in a second later. Her legs crossed behind his waist, her arms reaching and pulling him down onto, and completely inside, her body.

It was earth shaking, orgasm inducing, mind numbing, and a thousand other things all wrapped up in one.

"Damn, you okay?"

The feminine voice was at their side, closer than she thought but she couldn't actually find her voice to reply. A breathless chuckle came from above her, "More intense than I thought it would be."

"No shit. Never seen you like that with anyone before."

Acknowledging, albeit barely, the compliment and storing it away for a more prideful examination later, Chloe rolled her hips against his own with what little bodily control she still possessed. If the way he pulled out and sunk back into her was any indication he knew exactly what she wanted.

It was slow, methodical, and amazing. Each withdraw had her gripping onto his length, as if pleading him not to go, and each return had her insides clamping down harder than before. His body became her world, every inch of skin, the sweat forming over flawless muscles, the hardness inside of her, the weight on top of her, all of it. It was because of this focus, this all consuming obsession that she became aware of his deeper, quickening thrusts.

He was reaching his climax, just as she was nearly upon hers. Her grip around him tightened, with arms, legs, and velvet walls. One last thrust inside had her trembling once more beneath him, a growl mixed with a groan from above syncing with the feeling of warmth flooding her inner most place.

***CoS***

Deep gasps filled the room as the three individuals lay, still nearly intertwined, on the bed. It was only in this post-orgasm bliss that Chloe's mind began to clear, and she remembered the situation at hand. "Shit… Lucifer, we still need to get you somewhere safe. Those two agents are armed and…"

"Relax my dear and just enjoy the moment hm? I doubt they are going to be kicking in my door a minute from now and I assure you that even if they did, it would not end well for them."

Mazikeen snorted, as if enjoying a private joke between herself and her employer, before shifting just a bit closer to Chloe, even more of their flesh rubbing against each other gently. "He's right, but Lucifer does have more than one sibling. Any other names you heard him use?"

Taking a moment to think back, the blonde searched through what she could remember of the conversations but shook her head afterwards, "No, nothing I can remember. He was probably six foot, a little over maybe. Two-hundred pounds, black, bald head…"

"Amenadiel" both of the other occupants noted in unison, earning the detective's attention. "It figures he would be the one they would send, annoying little pigeon."

Chloe reasoned it must have been some sort of odd nickname, or perhaps when they said 'family' it meant more of a crime syndicate? It would make sense, given Lucifer's connections. "Okay but they weren't talking about arresting you Lucifer, they were talking about killing you!"

The man's head turned toward her, an expression on his face she couldn't quite place, something near to confusion but not entirely there. "Concerned about me?"

"Of course, I am! You, your staff, Maze, Beatrice… all of you could be caught up in a shootout and hurt or worse!" The fear and anxiety were returning, her blood pressure skyrocketing. Why couldn't they understand what was at stake? Why wasn't either of them taking this seriously? "I'm worried about…"

She was interrupted by a pair of lips claiming hers, silencing any protest and further rantings. It was deep, far deeper than the few others from that evening, and Chloe let out a whimper of protest when the other withdrew, "Relax my dear, everything will be fine I promise. I have been expecting outsiders to plan against me for some time now, the fact that they sent such pathetic opponents just means that it will be far easier than I originally anticipated." Lucifer soothed, his thumb running over her face. "As for Cain… well he has long been on my list, this just saves me time."

"Are you going to…" she didn't want to say it, didn't want to bring her thoughts to the light of day with words. She didn't want to believe that Lucifer would be capable of having someone killed, but the evidence was beginning to point towards it.

The blonde wasn't sure which was more worrying, that the man she was dating, and sleeping with at this point, was the likely leader of a criminal enterprise that would have people murdered, or that this thought didn't fill her with as much dread as it probably should have.

"Let's not worry about that right now." A series of kisses ran up her inner thigh, and Chloe did nothing to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips. "Why don't you just lay back, spread those lovely legs of yours, and watch Maze feast on your beautiful pussy again."

Looking down, and making eye contact with the golden, almost glowing, spheres that stared back at her, the detective found it difficult to think, or care, about anything other than the way the woman slowly dragged her tongue up her cunt, the man's palms beginning their journey up her sides and to her breasts once more.

***CoS***

Beatrice had been on a date, an incredibly boring and awful date with some stuck-up jackass who clearly thought she was going to sleep with him just because she worked as a stripper. Even worse than that was the man was about as boring as could be, going on and on about how important he was as a 'junior assistant regional director'.

She wasn't even sure what he did at his job but could guess it was a whole lot of mindlessly agreeing and pushing off work onto others.

The man, Trixie thought his name might have been 'Josh' but wasn't entirely certain, was just starting on about how he had ridden along with one of the actual directors of his company in a limo when her phone beeped.

Curiosity, and the sheer boredom she faced otherwise, got the best of her and she pulled the object out, just below the table and glanced at the screen. Upon seeing the message her eyes widened incredulously before she was brought back to the situation at hand. "Something wrong?"

His voice had been more than a little annoyed, and she had to fight the urge not to roll her eyes. "I'll be back, I have to use the bathroom."

Without waiting for a response, she stood and practically ran into the safety, and privacy, of the stalls at the back of the dining hall.

Once there, and safely locked inside, she pulled out her phone once more. The message had been a brief message followed by a picture.

Wish you were here

Then it was what many would call a 'point of view' picture. An image looking down a woman's torso, to where a very familiar blonde head was staring back, and by the looks of it eating out the owner's pussy.

"Shit" Trixie breathed out, trying to figure out, by tilting her head and zooming in on the picture, not only the identity of the photographer, but also how good her best friend was at going down on a woman.

Okay, so the question had kept her up a few nights, not a big deal. Should she reply? How did a person reply to something like that? She had always been a fan of the direct approach but last time with Chloe it hadn't gone over as well as she had hoped.

Maybe…

Before she could even begin typing another message rang out, from the same number.

Isn't she beautiful

It wasn't even a question, more like a poetic statement, and the following picture, fingers from one hand running through Chloe's hair pulling her deeper into the sensual embrace, merely accentuated this.

Chloe Decker was beautiful.

This time, though, Beatrice wasn't just going to sit back and wait, her own hands blurred into motion.

What is she wearing?

Okay, it wasn't what she had originally considered sending, but it was a nice halfway point that didn't seem too perverse or demanding.

Despite the fact she was replying to sex photos of her best friend.

Too much don't you think?

The blonde had been released and had sat back in the next message. Her hair was a mess, her lips red, cheeks blushed, and the look in her eyes was a mixture of 'fuck me now' and 'I'm going to ravage you until you scream my name'.

And yes, she was wearing far too many clothes. Thigh-length shorts, at best, and a black tank top with one strap slipped down off her shoulder.

Want to see more?

Fuck! She typed back a response without even thinking about what it was.

See, smell, touch, taste

So much for taking it slow and subtle, but then again considering the situation the dancer figured they were past the stage of 'casual flirting'.

Tit for tit, you want to see then you show.

Show? Shit, Trixie would send them a full body nude if that's what they wanted. Unfortunately, her sex-addled mind was ripped back to a harsh reality by knocking on the door, followed by a younger female's voice asking if anyone was using the restroom.

Calling back that she would be out in half a second, and texting a quick response about heading home, she corrected her appearance as best she could and headed out, apologizing to the waiting woman as she did. There was only a brief stop at her table, to drop off some cash for her portion of the meal, giving some lame excuse about needing to help a friend, and telling him she would call him sometime before she left.

Beatrice didn't remember reaching her car in the parking lot, or the drive home, she didn't remember taking the stairs up to her apartment or unlocking the door and securing it behind her. There wasn't even a moment of hesitation as she pulled her dress off, took a photo of just herself in underwear, and sent it in response to the previous text.

Minutes passed, and suddenly she was worried. What if she had taken too long and the others had moved on? What if they had changed their mind? What if she hadn't shown enough to warrant more?

Suddenly, her phone lit up as it received another reply, another photo.

More for more

Chloe, her best friend, laying on a bed in nothing but a bra and panties, her legs sprawled out, seductive smile on her face. Trixie's mouth was suddenly dry, and for a moment jealously burned inside of her. The blonde was looking at someone, presumably whoever was holding the phone, with such desire. Why couldn't the woman look at her that way? Why could she be the one Chloe was stripping down for, showing her body for, touching, and allowing her to touch?

But she would take what she could get, and Chloe wasn't hers after all. Regardless of her feelings about the situation, and how much she wanted to be there, her bra was on the floor and her breasts on display for the next click of her phone's camera.

After she had sent it the dancer realized that, despite everything, this was way more fun than the crummy date she had been on. Was she physically with them? No, but it was fun and sexy nonetheless. A small part of her wondered, and worried, that her best friend might not be aware of the situation, might not know that the pictures taken of her were being sent, or at least sent to her of all people.

Should she ask? Would she even be able to believe the response if it were encouraging?

Another chime, another message followed by a picture.

I'm so jealous of those

It was the blonde, topless, and Beatrice had never wanted to devour a pair of breasts more in her life. Her fingers flew without her, and a reply was texted before she had time to think.

Is she at least going down on you?

Moments passed, and once more dread began to build up. That might have been a bit too forward, even for this conversation. Before doubt could continue to form, however, a message came back.

Ella? She went home about an hour ago. She said we could do the whole picture thing though, told me it sounded fun but would like to see yours if you are okay with it.

Wait, hold the fuck up. Chloe had been texting her the entire evening? That meant she was either really drunk, unlikely considering how well she typed, or was completely okay with what was happening. Might as well take advantage while she can.

Trixie's panties were on the ground and she was on the couch, legs spread before another minute had passed. This time it was her turn to send a flirty challenge.

Think you can copy this?

The picture that appeared on her phone a minute or two later showed that yes, she could.

***CoS***

"Is this seat taken?"

Chloe coughed a bit at the sudden interruption, and therefore causing some of her salad to end up in her windpipe rather than her stomach. Glancing up, while covering her mouth with a napkin, she noticed the woman named 'Eve' standing by her table in the restaurant she had chosen for her solo lunch date.

It wasn't as if she didn't have anyone to eat with, she was sure Ella or Beatrice would have gladly gone along or met up respectively, but she needed some alone time every once and a while. Still though, the woman seemed to have sought her out, and she wasn't petty enough to send her away just for some peace and quiet.

Shaking her head and gesturing towards the chair opposite of her at the small table, the blonde finally managed to catch her breath as the other took a seat. "Eve, right?"

Her guest happily grinned and nodded, "Yeah I thought you looked familiar, so what brings you out here?"

"Looking for you, actually. I wanted to thank you Chloe, for the other day."

"Thank me?"

Nodding, the woman leaned forward a bit, reaching across the table and gently placing her hand on the blonde's. "What you did for Lucifer, I know how hard it can be, making a choice between the two lives you are living. Others will tell you one option or the other was clear or obvious, but I know it isn't like that, it felt like you were giving something up, right? Like something had to be sacrificed for the other."

Chloe nodded slowly. It wasn't quite as intense as she was making it out to be, but that 'war' had been waging inside of her heart and head for weeks now. The evening with Maze and Lucifer had just been one more step away from her career that she had worked, sweated, and bled for.

Still, she couldn't imagine choosing the other option. She was broken from her thoughts by fingertips running over the back of her palm. They were featherlight, and for more than a brief moment she imagined what they would feel like elsewhere.

"If you ever need someone to talk to or… anything." Here Eve paused, an unspoken meaning stroking a fire inside of her chest. Either the woman didn't know how close Chloe was to grabbing her hand, dragging her into the bathroom, and ripping her pants off, or she had some of the best acting lessons the blonde had ever seen.

There wasn't so much as a flicker of doubt in the opposing woman's eyes as she slowly licked her lips. Definitely an actress then, and Chloe swallowed, hard, to fight off the urges crawling across her skin like goosebumps.

"I'm here for you, anytime, day or night." With that she withdrew, stood, and left, only giving one last lingering glance back as she reached the door.

It was only after Chloe's heart had slowed down to its normal rate that she realized a phone number had been scrawled onto her napkin.

***CoS***

He couldn't believe it, despite what he was listening to, and seeing from the limited surveillance capability, he still had a few doubts. Maybe he was being setup, maybe this was some ploy to test his loyalty or some bullshit, maybe…

"I know this is hard to believe detective, but I assure you it is true. Not only is your ex-wife working against our investigation, but she has been in a relationship with Mr. Morningstar, a sexual one from what we gather."

Dan just stared dumbfounded, out of everything that could go wrong, why this? Why would Chloe betray him in such a way? "I just… she was never like this before, never slept around like this or took matters into her own hands, especially against the law." Sure, he knew that she had gone on dates with the bastard, but he figured after the first or second, they would move on. His ex-wife wasn't exactly the type to be interested in a club owner, after all.

Pierce nodded in understanding, "He has a way of getting to people, Morningstar that is. He can get under their skin, find out what they want and then twist it to his own desires. He's a master manipulator, a conman, and a thug all rolled into one."

"And now he is sleeping with your former wife." Amenadiel noted, fake sympathy laced in his voice. "I can't imagine how you must feel right now." Reaching out, he put a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. "We need your help, now more than ever detective. We are preparing to make our move against him, our operatives are nearly in place to begin taking down his organization, but we still need more time."

"What can I do to help?"

Taking a seat in the cramped van next to their 'guest' the dark-skinned man pointed towards the woman now exiting the van. "Eve, one of Lucifer's closest associates, is one of his tools of manipulation. We need you to tail her, get close but not too close to arouse suspicion. See if you can get her to talk, to tell you anything of use and just keep her distracted."

"She works at Lux, she will know who I am."

He nodded, "We know, and we are counting on it. Lucifer wants, needs, eyes on the inside of the precinct. When he finds out she has been in contact with you he will have her focus her efforts. Make it worth her while, leave just enough hints that you are angry, upset with your colleagues that you might be a weak point and she will latch on. All you need to do then is give just enough vague information that it keeps her interested and see what you can learn in return."

"And keep her busy."

Marcus nodded, "Especially that. The more of his people that are wasting the time the more opportunity we have. If this works your efforts will not go unnoticed, or unrewarded, detective. A few good words from us and you could have a new life opened to you, one with your own office, a bigger paycheck, and a beautiful spouse who is loyal."

Dan Espinoza's mind began to wander, to a promise of a better life, of a blonde bombshell waiting for him at home every night, respect and authority at work, a sports car in his garage, and a thick bank account.

"I'll do whatever you need me to."

***CoS***

A short message scrolled across the screen of his phone. It wasn't exactly a hit, but it was close enough that he understood the meaning of the words.

He was running out of options, out of opportunities to 'pay back' his 'employer' for the mess they had bailed him out of years prior. Still, with everything he had done for them lately he was getting a bit tired of being someone's illegal errand boy. The least they could do was through him some cash for his efforts, not just complain that their orders weren't having enough impact.

This one though, this one was big enough that it had better give results. For once he texted back a reply, that this was the end of their 'favors' and that after it he expected compensation for his efforts.

He had been their lap dog for long enough.

***CoS***

Chloe rubbed wearily at her brow as she turned off her car and sat back in the seat. It had been a day, a long day in which everyone seemed to be wanting to push her buttons as much as possible. Dan had been worse than even his usual asshole self between hovering around and telling her how to do her job, and assuming that she was his personal secretary just because she was stuck on desk duty for the 'foreseeable future'.

Oh how she had wanted to tell him where he could stick his opinions, but much like the situation with her boss, the blonde had swallowed the retort and gave a sickeningly sweet smile in return. She was dealing with enough shit at the time being as is, no reason to add 'PMSing bitch' onto her gossip resume.

Perhaps even worse than him had been Malcolm, who was usually content with just the typical inappropriate joke or comment but had upped his game to 'how often can I get caught staring at you in the most uncomfortable way possible.'

"I need a vacation..." She muttered to herself, idly wondering if she could convince Beatrice, Ella, or maybe both to come along with her. For a split second an image popped into her head, one that she would blame Lucifer or Maze for upon later examination, of her and her two best friends naked together.

She banished the visual seconds later, dismissing the idea as 'ridiculous' and coming from an overly stressed mind that had only begun a second 'sexual awakening'. "Can't believe I'm saying this," she practically laughed as she exited her vehicle and made her way into the apartment complex and towards her own home, "but I think I need to get laid."

The thought brought back earlier events from the week, and she instinctively pulled out her cell, a message already started towards her significant other.

I've decided that I want to know more about what you told me on our first date, about what I found. I want the truth this time, the whole thing not riddles and puzzles.

She idly considered whether to change the perceived tone to one less aggressive but opted against it. Lucifer had always wanted her, not what society expected her to be. She had typed out the text two days prior but hadn't gotten up the nerve to send it.

Something held her back, something in the back of her mind warning her about going forward with this. It felt as though this was a one-way door, that once she went down the path there would be no going back, and that she would find something that would change her forever.

Her finger paused over the 'send' button, still debating whether or not she should make the leap. The woman thought back on all that she had been through since first meeting the man, all of the changes to her life, and those she cared about. She thought about the freedom she had found, the exhilaration, and the passion.

Life before Lucifer was dull and gray, a world where the sun never shined and there was nothing to look forward to other than eventual retirement and sitting around with nothing to do but watch television.

Now though? Now every day seemed to be a new discovery about herself or someone else, every weekend was filled with pleasure and love, and every new person she met seemed to introduce a new color into her world. She pressed the button without another moment of hesitation, and instead of the usual gut twisting anxiety she might have assumed, it was nothing but relief and excitement that flowed through her veins.

Breathing a sigh of relief and pondering if she should try and 'sext' someone that evening, the detective unlocked her door and stepped inside, only to hear a familiar click from behind. There wasn't enough time to respond or react when the first bullet tore through her body, nor the second. Chloe fell forward as darkness claimed her.

***CoS***