Chapter 2 - Oooh and an itsy bitsy warning for sex!

Gina made her way out of the apartment, determined not to look back. She couldn't handle the accusation and hurt that she knew would be harboured in her man's beautiful indigo eyes. She closed the door behind her, knowing Starsky would let herself out and took the steps down to her car quickly. She hated running out on the brunet and she hated that Ramsey had such a hold over her. Although she found her boss attractive, he certainly wasn't her sort. She preferred rugged, honest men without a trace a deceit, just like Starsky, while Ian Ramsey was good looking, but slippery as an eel and too smooth. The man was good looking and knew it. He flaunted his power and wore it like a token on his sleeve, wining and dining his favoured, powerful clients and their wives, instinctively knowing when to buy a discrete gift or when to praise. All in all, Ramsey was a well connected hyena, feeding his own addiction for power and money at the expense of everyone else.

The woman got into her car and drove carefully over to her office block. As she got there she looked up at the ten story building and saw with a sigh that the lights on the tenth floor were on, electric eyes looking out over the darkened city. Only Ramsey would be working at that time of night. Well Ramsey, and his PA who didn't seem to have a life of her own any more.

She got out of her car and let herself into the back door of the block, taking the executive lift up to the top floor and as the lift doors sighed apart, she saw her boss sitting in his oak panelled office, feet up on the desk top as he watched flickering images on his television. As he heard the lift stop, he hurriedly switched off the TV and looked up.

'Gina. I'm sorry to bother you honey? Were you out?'

'No, I'd just got back, but….'

'Did I disturb you?' he asked, his face blank and unassuming.

'Well I um…..no, no it's fine' she finished lamely.

'Oh Gina honey. I did, didn't I? I interrupted. Was it your boyfriend? What's his name? Dennis? Donald?'

'Dave. Dave Starsky. It's ok. He was just going' she lied as she sat down across the desk from her boss. She crossed her legs, her plain black shift dress riding up her thighs and self consciously she pulled the hem down. Ramsey leaned forward as though to reach for his pen and took a long look at her slim stockinged legs.

'What did you want me to do?' she asked, her pad and pencil at the ready for his dictation.

He snorted. 'You should know better than to ask me questions like that' he grinned. 'Especially when you're dressed so elegantly. Gina blushed and looked away as Ramsey got up from behind his desk. 'Where were you tonight?'

'Out.'

'Well yes honey. But where?'

'The new disco on the beach.'

'Well that's a coincidence. The witness I need to interview? He's there now. That's where we need to see him. I need you to take the dictation. After that maybe we can combine business with a little pleasure?'

Gina stood, distancing herself from the big man. She hated that he invaded her space like that and although he was attractive she wasn't the sort who wanted to mix up her work and private lives. She thought it odd that she should be taking dictation at a disco at almost 1:30 in the morning, but Ramsey had always prided himself on seeing clients at times and places to suit them so maybe this was just once of those occasions. She tucked her pad and pencil into her purse and followed Ramsey back down to the parking lot.

'We can take my car' he said. 'I can drop you back at your place after and send the limo for you in the morning.' She hesitated, but then got into the huge Jaguar through the door he held open for her and sat back as he drove her back to the beach.

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Starsky threw the keys down onto his table as he flopped down onto his sofa and sighed. He hated sharing his girl with anyone else, even if the "anyone" was the most influential lawyer in Bay City. And he also hated himself for yelling at her. She'd looked so hurt on the way out that he could have bitten his tongue right off. He leaned his head back against the coloured throw on the sofa and closed his eyes. Gina was the closest thing he'd come to the perfect girl since he'd met Terry. Then, the girl with the twinkling eyes had been his dream girl – understanding, witty, self assured and loving and he'd known right from the start that he'd want to marry her. When Crazy George Prudholm had ordered his men to put a bullet through her head, she'd been so brave at the hospital, more concerned for her pupils, especially Sally than for herself. Brave enough that she wouldn't burden him with the task of helping her make her life or death decision, although he so desperately wanted to hold her and ease her and take away her pain and fear.

And then he'd done it. He'd really done it. He'd presented her with red roses and asked her to marry him and she'd smiled, asked for a wheelchair to get her out of there and asked him to take her on a giant slide. Days later, she was dead and with her, a piece of David Starsky died too.

There and then he promised he'd never again get close enough to a girl for them to be used to get to him. But time heals, and Terry's voice sounded less and less in his head until all that was left was a distant echo now and again when he really needed to hear her. And then there were other girls although none were as special as Terry. He tried not to compare them because that just wasn't fair, but as time went on his comparisons stopped too. Terry was a beautiful piece of his past and a memory to be treasured, but Starsky was still very much alive, even more so since Gunther had tried to kill him. And maybe now was the time when he should settle down. With Gina. She too was witty, self assured and understanding. She was good for him, calming him when his famous temper threatened to get the better of him, laughing with him at joked that even he knew were pathetic and inflaming his passion like no-one had since Terry. She was too special to him to spoil their relationship with a stupid argument. So she had to work again. She was a PA for Gods sake, and already earned almost twice his cop's salary. Good pay was the reward for hard work and if he as to continue this partnership, he'd have to get used to it.

Tiredly, Starsky stood to make his way into the bathroom and as he started to brush his teeth, the telephone rang. The brunet spat out the toothpaste and dropped the brush into the sink, rushing into the living room to grab the phone.

'Gina?'

'You should be so lucky. It's me buddy.'

'Hutch….great. What's up?'

'Well I'm glad to hear you too Starsky old man. Did I disturb something?'

'Changing the subject rapidly, why the late night call? D'ya miss me so much?'

'Don't kid yourself! No, my car's broken down and um….I wondered, could you come back to the disco and pick us up? Sarah's tired and we wanted to…..'

'I don't wanna know about your secrets, 'specially when I aint got none myself. I'll be there in 20 minutes' the brunet grunted. Hutch and his damned cars. Why couldn't he just get a decent set of wheels? Grumbling under his breath, Starsky pulled his loafers back on and trotted out to his car, following the coast road back to the disco.

The lights were still on and the music was still playing as he got back and as he parked up he could see Sarah waiting at the bar with another girl. Hutch was nowhere in sight and he cursed again as he walked over to his partner's fiancé.

'Where's Blondie?' he asked.

'Oh hi Dave. Thanks so much for coming to get us. I keep telling him to get anew car, but he won't. Just keeps going back to the same old second hand car lot. They sucker him every time!' She reached up and pecked the brunet on the cheek.

'S'ok honey. I've been telling him the same thing for years, but will he listen? It's like the older and rustier they are, the better he likes 'em. I think its inverted snobbery. But I thought he might have changed when you came along.'

'I think hell will freeze over before he buys something half way decent' Sarah grinned.

Starsky looked around 'Where is he?'

'He went to the bathroom. He's been gone ages. I'll go look for him.'

It was Starsky's turn to grin. 'It's his age. It starts to go after a while. From now on, he'll never be out of there, you'll see.'

Sarah slapped him gently 'Dave, you're awful. Let me go get him. Oh, by the way this is my cousin Helena. Be right back.'

The cop watched as Hutch's girl walked off across the dance floor as he leaned casually against the door lintel, hands in his pocket. He chatted to Helena for a while and as Hutch and Sarah came back, he kissed the girl on his cheek before going back outside the disco and getting all three passengers into his car.

Back inside, at the far side of the smoky dark room a girl in a black shift dress stood waiting for her boss. Gina had been uncomfortable about coming back into the disco with Ramsey, and she clung to the wall as her boss disappeared. It never occurred to her that she should be taking notes of the witness statement. All her attention was on a certain curly haired brunet cop who was stood with a pretty girl at the door.

How could he? How could her boyfriend come back here after their argument and pick up with the next girl who came along? And she wasn't even very pretty! Gina was torn between going across to him to challenge him and stowing her anger away for later. And yet……he didn't look like he was hooking up with the girl. He didn't have his arm round her and the kiss he gave her was perfunctory. A friendly peck, nothing more. She sighed confused, but at the same time more than a little hurt that instead of moping at home waiting for her, he was out once more on the town. She thought there was more to their relationship than that.

As Starsky met Hutch and Sarah, he and the girl headed for the door just as Ramsey came back. The lawyer looked in the direction of the door and saw Starsky's back and he smiled to himself. Perfect. Just what he needed.

'Gina honey, I'm sorry I left you all alone here. And you didn't even know anyone' he said smoothly and waited for her to tell him whether she'd seen her boyfriend or not. She remained quiet, but Ramsey could see she was upset and he leaped at his chance. 'Do you want a drink?' he asked. 'You look a little pale.'

'Uh? Oh, no….thank you. I'd like to get out of here' she said shakily.

'Just a little one darling. I won't take no for an answer' Ramsey said smoothly and disappeared to the bar. Gina had no option but to wait as Ian had the car. She sighed, wanting the night to be over. Why did she have to come here? Why did Ramsey have to need her to work? And why was Starsky suddenly with another woman?

Ramsey walked back across the dance floor with a flute of champagne in his hand and handed it to her. As she tasted it, she realised there was brandy in there too. A lethal combination by anyone's standards and she was already feeling light headed from lack of sleep. But her anger at her seeming betrayal by her man urged her on and she took a deep draught of the drink, feeling its welcome warming fire trailing down her throat. Ramsey smiled and watched as she drained the glass.

'Better?' he asked.

'Yes, thank you.'

'And now I should get you to bed huh? Your place or mine?' he asked and smiled again at the confusion in her eyes. 'Sorry. My joke in bad taste. Come on, let's get you out to the car.'

Gina wobbled a little on her high heels, the drink having gone straight to her head. Ramsey caught her round the waist and supported her out to the car where he solicitously helped her in and closed the door. Getting into the drivers side he looked sideways at the girl who had rested her head back on the seat, eyes closed. He started the engine, turned up the heat and drove wordlessly back to his penthouse. As he stopped the car, Gina woke up and looked around in confusion.

'What are we doing here?' she asked

'You looked a little sick. I was feeling mad at myself for dragging you out so late at night and I thought the least I could do would be to make sure you're ok. Come up and I'll fix us a drink before I take you home.'

'I really should be getting back' she protested hesitantly, but then found herself getting out of the car and following Ramsey to the elevator to the top floor.

Once inside, she sat down on the edge of the white sofa while the man fixed drinks. He handed her another large brandy in a warmed bubble and sat beside her. He smiled, amused as she took the drink and downed it quickly and he hurried to refill her glass. Gina was feeling warm and relaxed and contented. The brandy had warmed her through and suddenly her boss didn't seem quite so bad, while in her mind Starsky had turned into some sort of two timing ogre.

As Ramsey watched her eyes lose their focus he knew he had her. Quietly he took her glass away and moved a little closer. She's shuffled away and he left her for a moment before getting closer to her again. Ramsey put his arm around her and this time, the closeness of the man and the smell of his aftershave soothed her senses. This time she didn't resist as he put his arm around her and leaned close. He took a handful of her long silky hair, his fingers entwined in it as he pulled her towards him, their lips barely grazing in that first tentative kiss and as his moth claimed hers and she felt the first tingle of erotic excitement, she felt his hands at her back as he started to unzip the back of her dress. Gina pulled away from him trying to stop him but his hands were insistent and he whispered in her ear sending tingles down her spine.

'Relax darling. You know you want this and God knows I do. Just relax and let me do this for you. I can make you so happy. You'd want for nothing.'

Gina tried to think straight. This wasn't right. She was Starsky's girl and she'd never two timed a man before. But she'd seen him in the disco with that other woman. He obviously didn't care about her. And what if she did this? Ramsey was attractive, rich, powerful…… She leaned into him and nuzzled his neck as he directed her hand to his crotch. She felt his need and her hand worked at unbuttoning his waistband.

Gently Ramsey pulled her to her feet and guided her into his bedroom. An enormous bed stood in the centre of the room, mirrors lining the wall behind it and Gina didn't pull back as he led her to the bed and pushed her down gently onto it. She watched as he deftly unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, flinging his shirt to join them on the floor and as she lay on the bed he blew a kiss to her.

'Won't be a moment' he whispered and disappeared into the living room again. Swiftly he opened a panel on one of the walls and a door opened revealing a bank of video recorders. He ripped the cellophane off a brand new video and inserted it into the recorder and as he checked on the monitor that the bed was in clear view, he pressed Play and headed back to the bedroom. The girl was still waiting, looking wanton and desirable on the bed and he grinned to himself.

'I'm sorry darling. Just had to take care of some business he said, coming to sit by her on the bed. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and unfocused.

'S'ok' she murmured as he started to kiss up her neck. Within minutes Ramsey had peeled off her dress bra and panties so they her olive toned slim body was spread out for him to enjoy.

Ramsey looked at in appreciation and nuzzled the side of her neck. 'You look lovely for me' he said as his kissed played over her lips before his tongue forced its way into her mouth and claimed every part of it as his own. As his mouth continued to excite her, his hands worked on her body, his fingers circling her breasts and reaching for each pink nipple in turn. She moaned into his mouth and his hands dipped lower until she could feel him parting her and dipping gently inside.

'Oh yeah….oh God yeah' she moaned as Ramsey played her like a harp. She ground her hips against him, her hands carded into his hair and felt his erection hard between them. Suddenly she felt pressure on the back of her head, forcing her down as Ramsey flipped over onto his back. She was faced with his hard cock inches from her mouth and greedily she sucked him in as he writhed beneath her.

Mmmmnnn oh yeah, oh yeah baby, that's good, soooo good' he moaned, pushing her head more firmly. He filled her mouth almost cutting off her airway as he ground himself into her but finally the pressure slackened and she lifted her head, slightly breathless. Ramsey took a hold of her hips and in one deft movement he turned her and set her on her hands and knees as he positioned himself behind her. She felt him pushing at her body and as he thrust himself into her, he took a handful of her hair and pulled it so that her neck stretched back and she could see the two of them locked together in the mirrors.

Together they rode to a climax which shook them to the core, but almost as soon as he'd finished and had rolled off her to catch his breath, he looked at her coldly.

'Wow, Good fuck huh? We should do that again some time. Get your clothes together darling. Take one of the fleet cars to get home and um…..close the door behind you, there's a good girl.'