Chapter 13 - OK THIS IS A MASSIVE WARNING FOR SEX. IF THIS OFFENDS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SLIP TO CHAPTER 14. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED - IN FACT, I'M NOT SURE THIS SHOULDN'T BE CLASS M.

Their meeting with Janos Martini at the "Sexational Films" studio (little more than a warehouse with a sound stage) came to very little. The weasley man had always been cautious of the two detectives, especially after the last time he'd met them when they'd played catchers with his brother in law's thousand dollar lens.

As they'd interviewed him, he'd been less than comfortable, his eyes slipping sideways and refusing to meet either cop's blue eyes directly. He answered their questions monosyllabically – yes he rented out his studio. No, he didn't have a name. No, he hadn't got a telephone number either. By the end of the twenty minute grilling, Martini was as limp as a week old lettuce, sweating and dithering in his seat while Hutch and his brunet partner were convinced that despite his wriggling, the studio owner really didn't have the information they needed. Leaving empty handed, Hutch got back into the Torino and cursed long and hard.

'How the fuck can ya run a business like that? Not knowin' who you're rentin' out to. He was happy enough to take the envelope full of bills when it got pushed under his door.'

'Well lets face it, he aint exactly Metro Goldwyn Mayer' the brunet agreed. 'But I'm with you. I can't believe he'd be crazy enough to rent out without checkin' the guy's credentials.'

'I don't think he was interested in those kind of credentials Starsk. So long as the assets were 36, 24 36 and under 30 years old he really don't care.'

'Guess not.'

'An' he wasn't the only one checkin' out assets' Hutch continued. 'Ya caused quite a stir in there buddy.'

The brunet glanced up from the steering wheel sharply. 'Huh?'

Hutch tried to compose his face into a serious expression, but failed miserably. 'Seems the cameraman had the hots for brunets. He um….. asked me if you were available an' how much I'd charge to rent you out.'

'Me?' the curly haired man squeaked. 'Fuck! And um…… what did ya tell him? Just curious ya know.'

'I told him you were all mine. All mine babe' Hutch grinned and looked at his watch. 'Four forty. Wanna call it a night. We were rollin' kinda early an' you have to get yourself tarted up for your hot date.'

Starsky nodded. 'Sure, we can call it a night. What's happenin' with you an' Sarah? Are ya gonna make it up, now you've both had some coolin' off time?'

Hutch rested his head on his hand propped up against the window of the car. 'I dunno Starsk. She's just so damned full on all the time. An' I doubt she'll ever truly get a handle on the whole cop thing. There were too many things said last night. An'…. Well, lets say I don't want to see her any time soon, an' then not to apologise. An' I guess she thinks she's in the right, so she'll apologise when hell freezes over.'

'You'll fix it Blondie. You an' her were made to be together'

The blond snickered. 'Yeah right. Ya know Starsk, I'm beginnin' to think I'd be better without women.'

The brunet looked sideways 'Oh my God! Well I'll take ya home buddy but no sex on a first date – you'd never respect me in the mornin' he joked. Hutch grinned. 'I love ya Starsky, but you're so not my type.'

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That night Starsky dressed carefully in his best black jeans and a black button up shirt which he left carefully unbuttoned for three buttons at the neck. Just enough to show the gold Star of David on the gold chain that Hutch had bought him as a late Christmas present. It nestled in the hairs at the top of his chest near the base of his throat. Stopping for a moment he regarded himself in the mirror. He looked ok he thought. But would he be tempting enough for Gina?

Without thinking too much further, Starsky collected his wallet and car keys and made his way out to the car and drove downtown to the apartment block she'd directed him to.

Inside, Ramsey was giving Gina last minute instructions.

'Just this once darling, then it'll all be over. Remember. Make it last a good couple of hours. If he has difficulty keeping it up, use this' he handed her a black leather strap with press studs on it. Gina took the cock ring with distaste and hid it in the drawer by the bed as Ramsey continued.

'And don't forget, I want him begging for you to finish him. Give me some oral and then let him fuck you. Make it a good show darling and I'll give you a raise' he grinned.

'I can't do this' she whispered feeling sick to her stomach. 'Please don't make me.'

'You can' Ramsey's face hardened 'and you will if you want to keep your sordid little secret. Now off you go, I can hear him at the door'

Gina opened the door slowly and smiled weakly at the brunet. Starsky walked in and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Opting for the straight approach he stood back. 'I didn't know if you'd want to see me after last night' he said. 'I'm sorry I was a klutz.'

'Don't say that Dave. It would have been a lovely evening if it hadn't been for…. Well. Of course I wanted to see you again'

But still the cop heard something in her voice that belied her words. He looked around at the plush pad. 'Nice place' he said walking into what was essentially a one roomed apartment, although that room was huge, containing at it's very centre the large bed with mirror behind it.

Gina drew him to the couch in front of the bed and sat by his side.

'Drink?' she asked nervously.

The brunet thought back to the huge dose of tequila and his liver gave a small shiver of fear. 'No thanks honey. I'm just happy to see you again.'

'Me too. Dave…..' her voice lowered as she leaned into him, needing to keep at least something private from Ramsey 'I love you so much. Always remember that' she breathed into his ear.

His body responded in like and he kissed her deeply until she was moaning into his mouth. 'I love you too honey.'

Starsky's hand, as if controlled by an outside force, caressed Gina's stocking leg and moved from the inside of her knee up her inner thigh. The woman's expression changed as she watched his hand moving northward. It wasn't long until the brunet had reached that four inch strip of lace at the top of the stocking where warm flesh meets cool fabric and he stopped to admire and caress her coffee colored skin just above the stocking top, as though he'd never seen it before. Still, without seeming to control them, the cop's finger tips roamed beyond the lace and touched that pure, velvety skin above. The smoothness of her sheer nylons couldn't hold a candle to the buttery softness of the skin of her secret place and Gina mewed in appreciation as his slim but strong hand continued its expert examination, his ministrations taking her mind completely from the bastard in the next room, filming them.

Neither lover said a word as they both watched his hand slowly and steadily moved further and further up towards its target. She squirmed once, which startled the brunet some causing his hand to stop for a moment, unsure whether this was what she wanted. But Gina made no effort to stop him or move away and in fact, the movement fully exposed the dark V at the top of her panties allowing the curly haired man a brief peek at what lay beyond.

After pausing for the moment, they both took in a breath, savoring the moment and then his hand continued on its journey. Up, up it went until there was no more leg left to negotiate. It had reached that deep dark V and one finger reached out and touched her sending electric shocks through her body. She moaned in her throat and wriggled, moving the lacy fabric of her panties down her legs and delicately stepping out of them and unzipping her skirt. It too puddled to the floor and she stepped delicately out of it. Sitting back down beside him Starsky breathed in her perfume.

'What about the rest? Wouldn't want any distractions later' he said softly amazed that he was getting so far so fast as his hand unbuttoned her blouse gently. She allowed him to slip it down her arms and it fell to join the puddle formed from her skirt and underwear. Gina kissed her man as he deftly unfastened the clip of her bra allowing it to fall forward. The brunet sighed, taking in her beautiful body and lightly tanned skin and his cock leapt to attention.

Resuming his exploration, Gina pushed him back until he was led on his back while she kneeled at his side. As she started to kiss down the side of his neck his finger found its way back to its target and was soon joined by a second and then another and another until his hand was cupping her pussy and they were both looking at each other

"I want to kiss you again." Starsky said with a pleading look in my eyes, pulling at her. His voice was husky with desire and his eyes clouded with lust. Gina lowered her lips to his and they kissed. The force of the kiss pushed him back on the bed and she was half on top of him as his hands roughly ran over her body, claiming it as his own.

Pulling away for a moment he looked up at her heaving breasts and cupped one, feeling its softness. They stared into each other's eyes and Gina realised they were entering dangerous waters – the time when Ramsey would be rubbing his hands together in sick delight. She pushed down the thoughts of her boss next door and arched her back as Starsky fondled her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples. He moved his hand from one to the other and raised his head to kiss her again and again, his tongue lapping at her soft flesh as he sucked and nibbled delicately at her rosy areoles. He cupped them, massaged them, placed the palm of his hand over them and let the hard nipple tickle him as I moved the palm around with just the nipple touching it.

Gina watched in rapt fascination and murmured 'take your shirt off.'

Starsky forced himself to stop for a moment and pulled it off over his head, wriggling out of his jeans too as she watched the taut play of muscles under his olive toned skin and without waiting they leaned in to each other and kissed with their naked bodies pushing against one another.

Starsky could see her eyes widen at the sight of his proud cock jutting forward. She reached out and roamed the length of his shaft with her finger tip. The brunet moaned his body so hard now it was aching, weeping drops of pre-cum from its tip. Gina reached out and started caressing him and he reached for her, his hand half way to hers, pulling it towards his erection.

Gina realised that if she didn't take control of the situation, very soon her lover would be tipping over the edge and Ramsey would make her do this all over again. Thinking hard, she slipped deftly from the bed and scooped up one of her stockings.

'I love you so much' she said again as she started her exploration of his chest with her lips. Starsky arched his body upwards to her, pressing his nipples to her mouth so that took them in one at a time and playfully nipped at the hard nubbins of flesh. The cop yelped and she pulled away and lost herself for a moment in indigo pools. Starsky reached for her again and she pulled her hand away gently, pulling him up until he was sitting in front of her.

'Do you trust me?' she asked softly.

'Sure' he breathed. 'Why?'

'Coz I want to do this for you. I want to take away all your cares' she responded breathlessly.

'You do that already honey.'

'Just let me do this for you' she said and grasped his left wrist, pushing it behind his back. The man stiffened, then relaxed, a sly grin playing over his handsome face as he willingly put his right hand next to it, feeling her circle his wrists with her stocking and tying them into place.

'Takin' charge huh?' Starsky said huskily.

'Ssh, lie back' she said and pushed him so that his hands were trapped between his body and the bed. He rested there, his eyes full of trust and desire as her hands started to work over his body. Taking massage oils from the nightstand Gina shuffled to the end of the bed and started by pouring the perfumed lubricant onto her hands, warming it with her body heat and massaging Starsky's feet, pushing his toes as far back as possible and running her thumb up the bottom of his feet. He hands went higher and higher, working their magic up the brunet's legs bypassing his cock and balls and moving further up his chest until she was circling his nipples. Heading south again, she paid special attention to his inner thighs and the area just above his line of dark wiry hair while Starsky thrust himself at her, desperate for her to touch him.

He gritted his teeth and moaned. 'Oh my God, Gina, honey, please, just…. Just touch me, do sumthin… anythin, that's sooo good honey. Please just mmmnnnn' he stopped as she leaned over him and a moment later he felt her lips close around the tip of his dick. He shuddered in relief at the hint of a touch. But Gina wasn't about to start anything big.

She teased him mercilessly, flicking her tongue gently over his tip, before taking him into her mouth and sucking hard. She licked up and down his length until she could feel his body thrumming beneath her and his words were coming in strangled sentences.

'Gina…. No…yea, more, oh God please just….oh my God, I'm gonna cum honey, I can't hold on' he gasped, knowing she didn't swallow and waiting for her to take him and finish him in her hand. But instead the woman took a deep breath and pushed her head down as far as she could. Starsky was huge, so much bigger than Ramsey had been and she felt him hit the back of her throat. And yet still she continued, determined that this would be the last time her boss would ever blackmail her in this way. She gagged as the first load of cool salty fluid hit the back of her throat and she swallowed convulsively, easing up until Starsky's body had stopped twitching and he was lying limp and wasted beneath her.

'Sooo good' he murmured, wriggling to try to free his hands to caress her. Above him, Gina fought down the urge to run to the bathroom and clean her teeth. Instead she lay down by the side of her man and nuzzled against his neck.

'That's just for starters' she whispered. 'How long till you're ready again?'

'Too long! Untie me, I wanna hold ya' the brunet gasped. 'Please?'

'Uh uh. You're my prisoner now, I can do what I like with you and what I wanna do now is this.'

Gina reached for the black strap and as Starsky watched in fascination she gently held his cock and balls free of his body and looped the leather around them, snapping the stud closed so that the strap snugged up against him, holding his entire assemblage in a tight embrace. He hissed and wriggled slightly, but the tension and the added weight felt oddly erotic.

'You're a bad girl Gina Bianchi' he smiled up at her. You're right. I'm your prisoner. All yours. Wanna pat me down some?' he asked, wiggling his hips at her. She giggled and started once again to stroke down the length of his body.

With the ring securely fastened round his cock, it wasn't long before he had the hardest erection he'd ever experienced. He throbbed alarmingly, taking on a deep plum colour as Gina continued to stroke and pet it, sometimes rubbing it directly, sometimes bypassing it for minutes at a time until Starsky was whimpering with the need for release. He'd endured her foreplay for almost an hour before his resolve finally gave in and as her oiled fingers snaked past Little Davey for the hundredth time he thrust up at her.

'Please honey, please let me. I need to cum. Need it bad, so bad. Please?' he begged her, pain registering now on his face as his need consumed him. Surreptitiously Gina looked at the clock. It was almost 2 hours since her lover had arrived. That was as long as Ramsey had said.

Deftly, she straddled the muscular body beneath her and Starsky held his breath as she slowly lowered herself onto his phallus. He tried to keep himself still, remembering that she'd always had trouble taking his whole length into her, but as she gently impaled herself on him and he felt himself unfolded in her warm body, he lost all control and within moment was thrusting wildly into her as she bucked above him. In one movement, she unfastened the ring from round his body and he howled at the sudden flow of blood, the added sensation throwing him completely over the edge. He yelled her name roughly and ground his hips up against her and as he shot the second load of the night into her she screamed once in pain and called his name.

Coming down almost immediately from his high, he saw a single tear snake its way down her beautiful face and berated himself for losing control and hurting her.

'Gina honey I'm sorry he gasped as she collapsed onto the bed next to him. Untie me honey, let me hold ya' he said softly.

She reached behind him with trembling hands and with difficulty untied his bonds and as he felt his wrists part, he took her in his arms and ran his fingers through her hair crooning her name as she snuggled against him.

And in the back room, Ramsey's hand worked himself to a crescendo and he spilt his own seed into his paper hankies.