Chapter Three

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Alex had had a frustrating afternoon interviewing Francesca 'Chesty' Morgan, a brothel Madam with enormous, but non surgically enhanced, breasts. A man had died while availing himself of her girls services, under seemingly suspicious circumstances.

The Madam had seemed to find Alex amusing, and was refusing to take her seriously, asking why she couldn't be interviewed by some hunk of beefcake instead.

Alex had replied that there weren't any hunks working at Fenchurch.

The more Madam Morgan had stuck out her chest the more mammarily deficient Alex had felt and because she was getting nowhere decided to end the interview and head back to the incident room.

She was met there by a buzzing undercurrent of excitement, and assumed it was because all the men were discussing Miss Morgan's enormous assets. But it wasn't, they had moved on to yet more excitement; the Guv was in his office with the blinds down, and the agitation in CID had been caused by the identity of who was in there with him.

'It's her I tell yer.' Ray was saying, 'Large as life and twice as fuckable.'

'What the hell would she be doing here at Fenchurch?' Bammo shook his head, 'It's not her, not tall enough'

'Who?' asked Alex, peering at Gene's office as if hoping to develop x-ray vision.

'Lucky old Guv.' said Chris, deflecting a filthy look from Shaz. 'she's too old for me of course.' he added speedily.

'Dunno Chris' Ray said, rubbing his hands, 'if you're gonna go with an older woman, bloody hell she'd be the one you'd want to shag , and she's only in her mid thirties anyhow, like DI Drake.'

They glanced at Alex, looked disappointed, and all heads turned as one back to the door of Gene's office.

'Maybe he's hoping to be her Steel' Bammo laughed.

'Or Steed' Ray nodded.

'Who?' Alex asked again.

'Joanna Lumley' Ray could hardly contain himself, 'the Guv's got 'er in his office.'

'Don't think it is.' Bammo said.

Viv appeared.

'Skip? Was that or was that not Joanna Lumley?' Ray asked.

'Dunno' Viv said, 'I came up here for a closer squint, looked like her.'

'Oh for goodness sake!' Alex said huffily, 'Hundreds of women look like her, bloody sheep. They try to look like her anyway, doesn't usually work.'

'If it's not her it worked this time.' Ray said, not far off salivating. 'Bloody gorgeous she is, we could do with 'er around here, brighten the place up no end.'

Alex pouted, there was nothing like a spell in an eighties police incident room to hammer down a woman's self esteem. She headed to the kitchenette to make herself a cup of tea.

As she came back to her desk with her tea, the door to Gene's office opened and out stepped the vision of gracious loveliness, followed by Gene with his coat dangling from one finger over his shoulder; 'What are you lot gawping at?' he said, 'Right, I'm off for today, doesn't mean you can skive though, while the lion's away, you get down to some hard bloody graft.'

He and the Joanna lookalike floated across the incident room and out through the double doors.

'Have fun Guv' called Viv.

'You can count on it Skip.' Gene's disembodied voice drifted back as the door swung shut.

'Sapphire and Steel have been assigned' Chris laughed.

'Who are Sapphire and Steel?' asked Alex.

'On the telly' they all looked at her as though she was crazy.

'Not Joanna.' Ray said, having got a good view of the woman, 'Still a cracking bit of skirt though.'

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Alex spent the evening alone in her flat in a foul mood. Since their last rendezvous in the stationery cupboard she had avoided Gene as much as it was possible to avoid someone you spent several hours of each day with. The few remarks he had made, she pointedly ignored. She hated herself for wanting him to pursue her, hated the way she wanted him every second of every minute of every day, and the way it affected her work.

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'Tell you what luv' Chesty Morgan opined, as Alex resumed interviewing her the next day, 'If you're a typical example of one of them women's libbers, I reckon I'll stay as I am, what you need is to loosen up, let your hair down a bit, 'ave a bit of fun! What with all them men at your disposal you could be working a nice little sideline if you tarted yourself up a bit. Make a bloody packet. You're not bad looking really. Tits ain't nothing to shout about but you have to work with what you got'

'Yes well.' Alex tried not get prickly, 'As I was saying…on the evening of the 22nd…'

'You look down on women like me.' stated Chesty , 'But you really shouldn't, you want equality for women, when you should really be aiming for superiority, like I do.'

Alex looked up, slightly shocked,.

Chesty beamed, showing the whitest of pearly white teeth, 'Thought that might wipe the patronising smile off yer face.'

The door opened and Gene stuck his head in the room, ' Drake, how much longer is this interview likely to take? I didn't ask for her sodding life story.'

'Not long now -Guv' Alex replied through gritted teeth.

'Get on with it then, or I'll take over.' he barked, disappearing again.

'Who's he?' asked Chesty.

'My DCI' muttered Alex.

'Bit of all right.' decided Chesty, 'I've seen a few familiar faces around here but he ain't one of 'em. Still suppose a bloke like him doesn't need to pay for….massages'

'Hmm' Alex mumbled, studying her notes, 'the evening of the 22nd…'

'You a lesbian?' asked Chesty.

'No' Alex replied.

'Frigid?' Chesty looked sympathetic.

'It's none of your business! But no I'm not, definitely not!' Alex snapped, she lost her rag, 'Miss Morgan, on the evening of the 22nd June, Mr Paul Spencer visited your massage parlour…'

'Balcony bra' said Chesty.

Alex looked up, 'Sorry?'

' That's what you need; push 'em up and out, men love to see a pair of tits shimmering towards 'em like waves breaking on a beach.' Chesty explained, 'I don't need one meself, have to rein mine in , or they can be a bit scary.'

'Yes I can imagine.' Alex said, taking a deep, calming breath, ' Paul Spencer visited….'

'I'm in the wrong game really.' Chesty said, 'I should've been an agony aunt, all the girls come to me with their troubles, I can see you're troubled. If you wanna offload to me at anytime…'

Alex sighed and turned off the tape machine; she asked the uniformed officer standing by the door to go and get coffee for her and Chesty, when he had gone she said, 'Right! I'll make a deal with you Miss Morgan. You tell me what I need to know about Paul Spencer, and then we'll go for a drink in my lunch break and I'll offload all my juicy details to you, except they're not particularly juicy. Is that a deal?'

Chesty looked interested, 'You're on girl. Is it man trouble?'

Alex nodded.

'You've come to the right person then' Chesty said gleefully, 'they're my specialist subject. Turn the tape back on and I'll tell yer all about Paul Spencer and his dodgy ticker.'

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Alex questioned her judgement in talking to Chesty about the Gene problem, but she needed help, she was out of her depth. She had never been one for casual affairs and game playing, and Chesty seemed like the right person to ask.

They went to a wine bar a little further down the road from Luigi's, just in case any of CID whipped into Luigi's for a sneaky snifter.

Alex bought a bottle of red wine and they sat at a table, Chesty clawing up roasted peanuts with long crimson fingernails. 'So DI Drake, what's yer name?' she asked.

'Alex, can I call you Francesca?' Alex asked.

'Most of my friends call me Chessie' the woman replied, laughing as she stretched out a long leg clad in turquoise fishnets ending in spiky gold stilettos and a thatcherite wanker walked into a chair while gawping at it. 'That's how it got turned so easily into Chesty, I don't care though, sticks and stones and all that. So what's this man trouble?'

'I'm no good with men.' Alex confided, 'My husband left me and I've had a series of disastrous affairs, and I think I'm about to embark on another.'

Chessie lit a cigarette, 'Don't then.'

'What?' Alex said.

'Don't- number one rule, affairs need to be fun, all this heart wrenching stuff is bad for your skin, if you ain't in control don't go there. Is he married?'

'No'

'So why do you think it'll be so disastrous? Has he got a dinky little cock?' Chessie looked worried.

Alex spat wine over the table and hastily mopped it up with her last clean tissue, 'No!' she giggled nervously, and lowered her voice, 'We barely get a chance to spend that sort of time together…'

'You sure he ain't married?' Chessie looked suspicious.

'Positive' Alex said, 'We've had sex twice, it was incredible, fantastic, mind-blowing. But he doesn't take me seriously, and I think he's seeing someone else.'

'Did you agree to be mutually exclusive?' asked Chessie.

'No- but should we have had to? I thought…' Alex began.

'Men are totally different creatures to us luv, they think with their dicks, not with their hearts or heads, you need to think like him.' Chessie said, 'Why do you think he's seeing another woman?'

'I've seen them together.' Alex replied.

'Right, so what did he do, introduce her to you as his other shag?' Chessie asked.

'No- he didn't introduce her or explain at all, didn't seem to feel the need to.' Alex said glumly 'it's complicated.'

'Right! Listen to me. You have to become irresistible, and do you know what the first rule of irresistible is?' Chessie asked.

'No' Alex looked mystified.

'Unobtainable.' Chessie said. 'White hot sexy but a no go area. Know any other fellas? Lookers?'

Alex thought of Evan, but she knew Gene didn't rate him in the man stakes. 'Not really.'

'Well lucky you met me then, I can set you up.' Chessie told her 'You heard of Damien Dark? 3D they call him, Damien Devil Dark, you know cos of the film? About the devil? Called Damien?'

'Not really.' Alex replied, quailing.

'He's an escort; tall, dark and bloody shagable with a capital S' Chessie said, 'and he's also very discreet. What do you reckon? Is this fella of yours the jealous type?'

'I don't know.' Alex said.

'You don't seem to know very much at all.' Chessie poured herself more wine, 'I'm taking you in hand Alex, it'll be fun! We'll go shopping- I know a shop in Soho, for underwear, they 'ave these things called thongs and…'

'I don't know' whimpered Alex.

'Stop saying you don't know.' Chessie reproved, 'Pull yerself together girl. By the time I'm finished with you, you won't know yourself.'

'That's what I'm scared of.' Alex said, taking another hefty slug of wine. She glanced at the clock, 'I'd better get back to work.'

'Listen to me' Chessie pointed a long red fingernail in Alex's direction, 'From now on you totally ignore this man, we're gonna have 'im on his knees and crawling to you. If he comes to you for sex, don't give in, under any circumstances, understood?.'

Alex grimaced.

'Understood?' Chessie repeated.

Alex nodded.

'Right, I'll ring Damien this afternoon, it'll be a change for him to escort someone like you, he usually ends up with some right old skanks.' Chessie poured more wine and raised the glass to Alex, 'Remember what I said' she yelled across the room as Alex was walking away, 'Don't shag him under any circumstances.'

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It was a strange sensation to have someone licking your lips for you, thought Alex, as Gene's tongue worked its way around her pouting mouth. He had her pressed up against the metal shelving in the stationery cupboard, pinning her there helplessly with his bulk.

'No' she mumbled feebly.

'Yes' he replied, 'Come on Bolls, I'm rampant here and it's all because of you.'

She closed her eyes as her legs went liquid and his hand travelled up around the back of her neck, pulling her face closer to his.

'You're so tense' he breathed, 'I can help with that.' his long fingers gently kneaded her taut shoulder muscles, 'You know what you do to me don't you' he groaned.

She pushed him away, 'I came in here for some envelopes.'

'Yes you did.' his eyes were dark and hurting, he touched her face, 'Don't do this. Don't push me away. I want you. Really, really fucking gagging for you'

'Well you can't always have what you want.' she replied stiffly, but already she was weakening, 'It's too early in the afternoon, too many other people about. Anyone might walk in.'

'I locked the door' he said.

'They have keys too.' she said.

He hooked a finger on the waistband of her jeans, 'It'll be more fun, chance of discovery.' he undid the metal button of her jeans and his hand flitted under her top, skittering over the bare flesh, travelling upwards towards her bra. When she did nothing to stop him he pushed the top up and over her head; it was loose and soft and came off easily. His eyes widened as he saw her hardened nipples poking through the lace in her bra, 'How erotic is that?' he touched one through the fabric and it jumped to attention even more. He stood back and removed his jacket, pulling at his shirt and tie, 'Undo my belt' he ordered.

'That woman' Alex said, 'Yesterday.'

'What woman?' he looked puzzled.

'In your office- you left with her.' she didn't want to hear the answer really.

'Just some woman - nobody.' he muttered dismissively, removing one of her breasts from the cup of her bra and looking at it in awe, before dropping his mouth down on to it and unzipping her jeans at the same time.

Nobody thought Alex, and because of the terrible aching need that was ricocheting around her body, she grabbed at his belt and began undoing him; the mini shock as his cock tumbled out, huge and indeed rampant, made keeping on her feet difficult, she could see Chessie sighing, tutting and rolling her eyes, but she didn't care, she needed her Hunt fix and she needed it now, she pushed him away again and peeled off her jeans and knickers, affairs need to be fun she heard Chessie declaring. She giggled girlishly and she hoped, seductively, 'Come on then big boy, what are you keeping me waiting for? Get on with it.'

He grabbed her thigh and wrenched it up, hobbling towards her with his trousers and boxers pooling around his boots, 'Yes Ma'am' he grinned, as his hand darted between her legs and slipped on the moisture it found there, 'I'm gonna make you feel so much better.'

She began to giggle again as he positioned himself at her entrance.

'You laughing at my joystick?' he growled, grabbing her hand and slamming it down on his cock, 'Guide me in. Bring me home.'

'Oooo' she gasped with delight, as the metal shelving dug into her back and he began to slide inside her, holding her leg to one side.

'Like it?' his face was evilly joyful, 'Tell me how much you like my cock inside you.'

'Yes' she grabbed at the cheeks of his arse, pulling him on her even more, 'I love it, I need it, fuck me harder.'

He rammed into her, holding up her thigh, looking down their naked torsos, watching himself disappearing into her, deeper and deeper. She looked down too, fascinated and helpless. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the quiet cupboard, interspersed with little wounded cries from both of them as they moved against each other, trembling.

'I nearly shoot my load just thinking about you' he whispered after a while, his hand joining his cock between her legs, working into her clit, feeling the swollen nub , 'and I think about you in your bed -alone-needing me-my cock.'

She tried to hold back but her orgasm forced itself up, flooding his fingers, 'Please' she begged, before the sensation floated her away.

But he didn't let her recover and carried on and on thrusting into her relentlessly, even when they heard footsteps outside and someone trying the cupboard door it didn't seem to register with him or put him off his stride. He carried on moving against her, pounding her into the shelving, delighting in the groans he was forcing from her.

'Please' she cried again, as another orgasm threatened, she'd never wanted anything to stop so much, or anything to carry on so much, her whole body was quivering. She sunk her teeth into his upper arm, biting the muscle, writhing against him as she came again.

Then she felt him tense momentarily before emitting a strangled yell as he hit his peak, 'Oh god woman- bite me harder.' he pleaded as he shot into her.

She bit on his arm and then licked at the skin to try and sooth the marks her teeth had left. They looked at each other as the footsteps returned outside the door. Luckily the key was still in the door, so unless the person on the other side could push it out, they couldn't get in.

Gene withdrew from her unceremoniously, putting a finger to his mouth to convey she should be quiet. Alex was panicking, she didn't want them to be discovered. But Gene seemed calm enough, he sniffed his finger, 'You' he whispered, putting it in his mouth and sucking it . 'Lovely' he uttered, laughing as she scrambled into her clothes.

'Bastard' she hissed, managing to fling some of her clothes on, but unable to find any tissues, 'I've got to walk around leaking now.'

He pulled his trousers up and put his shirt on, belting his trousers he pulled her to the back of the cupboard, where there was large metal cabinet. 'Get in there' he opened the door and pushed her, still half undressed and clutching the rest of her clothes, into it.

Quickly sorting out his tie, he walked stealthily to the door and quietly removed the key, before, pulling down a couple of boxes, spilling papers all over the floor. He heard a jangle of keys and the sliding of a key into the lock and immediately began tidying the papers.

Viv walked in, 'Cell report book.' he said, 'Were you in here a minute ago? Why is the door locked?'

'Needed a bit of peace Skip' Gene said, 'Look at the mess some bastard's left in here, I should find out who it is and make them tidy it up. Wasn't you was it?'

'No just came down for this.' Viv grabbed the notebook they logged the cell records in. He sniffed and looked at Gene, 'Nice perfume you're wearing there Guv'

'Aftershave' Gene said.

'Flowery bloody aftershave.' Viv laughed, 'You haven't been groping that Joanna Lumley lookalike in here by any chance?'

'Not yet.' Gene replied laddishly.

'Course you wouldn't tell me even if you had.' Viv remarked.

'Quite right, I wouldn't.' Gene replied, still tidying paper, 'Groping's not my style Viv, not a schoolboy'

'No- guess not.' Viv replied.

Oh for god's sake thought Alex, bent uncomfortably like a long retired contortionist in the metal cabinet, stop yakking and go, it was so hot in the confined space, she was sticky, headachy and exhausted from the lunchtime wine followed by the vigorous sex, Please go! she prayed, as Gene and Viv kept chatting. After a few minutes she heard the door open and close again, but wasn't sure if it was Gene or Viv who had left. Surely Gene wouldn't go and leave her in a cabinet? After it had been quiet for a minute or two she opened the cabinet door and looked out into total darkness.

'Bastard!' she muttered, how could he?

She stumbled to the front of the cupboard and put the light on before turning the door handle. It was locked. He had locked her in and buggered off.

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