Chapter 7 - and another caution for sexual content (can't help it - they just need a little fun once in a while!)

Bo walked cautiously into the restaurant and crossed the room, knocking on the door at the back as his heart hammered in his chest. Lilly had told him to follow Mr. Shapiro and he'd lost him, although Mel had gone back to the 6th precinct headquarters to do a little snooping. What was he gonna tell the boss lady? She was only petite, but her reputation was fearsome and he'd lost one of his best friends when they'd failed to please her and he valued his life too much to admit defeat. He heard the soft "come in" and was about to enter when Mel came scooting into the hallway to stand by is side. The smaller man grinned at him and winked.

'I got some interestin' news' he hissed.

'Can it. Wait till after we tell Madame Lilly about Shapiro huh?'

'Yeah, but Bo….'

'I said put a lid on it, she's waitin' he put his hand on the door handle and slowly pushed it open. Lilly waited inside, dressed today in cream pants and a dark maroon satin blouse. She looked up expectantly as Bo walked in with Mel hot on his heels.

'News?'

'We um…Shapiro was um…He got unlucky and the heat picked him up' Bo said in a rush, waiting for the outburst.

'When? Where?'

'We followed him like ya said. Seemed like he was just goin for a drive. We kept our distance but he um….'

'He saw you?' she asked, her lavender eyes glinting dangerously.

Bo shuffled his feet in the expensive carpet and took a deep breath. 'Yeah he um…..I think so. He started pulling away and the local cops pulled him over. I think they found some samples on him too'

'Shit!' Lilly stood suddenly and advanced on the two guards who absurdly cowered back from her diminutive frame. Mel coughed.

'I followed him though, back to the station. He's out aleady. I waited outside the police HQ for about three, maybe three and a half hours an' I saw him come out, large as life. Must'a got bail'.

Lilly stopped and considered, her perfectly manicured finger running along her lower lip. She smiled to herself. 'Well he's certainly well connected. A new guy in a new town caught with smack and coke, speeding and he still gets out in less than half a day! I'm impressed'.

'He looked real cool when he left' Mel pressed home the advantage, relieved at the change in Lilly's attitude. Her approval and admiration for Shapiro seemed to cancel out the fact that they'd more or less screwed up big time.

Madame Lilly considered carefully. She smiled to herself and turned back to her desk, picking up the telephone. She dialed the number to the guest house and waited for the receiver to pick up. A minute later, Starsky's voice answered.

'Yeah?'

'Billy? It's Lilly. I hear you had some trouble today'.

'News travels fast'.

'I have my intelligence' she said cryptically. 'Are you ok?'

'Sure. I can handle the heat, no problem' Starsky heard the concern in her voice.

'I was wondering if um……to ease the tensions of the day, would you like to come to the restaurant tonight? My treat?'

The brunet grinned to himself. Oh yeah, he had her alright. She was putty in his hands. He paused a moment giving her the impression he was considering then finally agreed.

'Not really. I was kinda hoping for a night in'.

'Well then, maybe I could bring the food over there? We could be more comfortable then'.

He sighed dramatically. 'Sure. What time?'

'Shall we say 8 for 8:30?'

'Guess so. No earlier. I have things to do'. He put the phone down and heaved a sigh. The idea of the night with Lilly was the perfect counterfoil to having spent the early afternoon with Jiminez and Simonetti. Those jerks, he knew would never forgive him if the slightest thing went wrong, but he knew his game. While not over confident, he knew his craft and he and Hutch had spent more time in undercover situations than virtually any other cops in Bay City. He poured himself a whisky from the abundant bar, added two cubes of ice and loosened his tie. Tonight was his enjoyment. Tomorrow he'd be back to business.

At 7:50 exactly, he heard the key in the front door rattle and voices sounding in the hallway. Lilly's voice telling someone else to leave the food in the kitchen and then go. He shrugged and opened the bedroom door. Tonight he'd dressed in a white linen suit setting it off with a black satin shirt which he left carefully unbuttoned almost to the waist. Hating the shiny shoes he was forced to wear so much, he opted instead for bare feet and now he padded silently down the marble stairs steps and turned into the kitchen just as he heard a clatter and the most unladylike cursing. Pushing open the door he saw Lilly standing amidst a mess of steak, sauce, vegetables and pudding which had sprayed the floor, the cabinets and her soft blue dress. She looked up as he walked in, a scowl on her face.

'The floor was slippery. I tripped and….well' she looked around for a cloth, snagged a pot towel from the door and dabbed ineffectually at the silk dress, muttering under her breath. Silently, Starsky crossed the kitchen and took the cloth from her, putting it down on the worktop. She looked up and he was curious to see a tear in the corner of her eye.

'It's ruined' she said.

'You could get it cleaned' he offered.

'I guess. But it was my favorite. And what am I going to do in the meantime?' she asked. 'And the food, it's ruined'.

The brunet looked at the kitchen floor and smiled. 'Yeah, I like fillet mignon, not steak a la tiles. Look, don't worry. There's cheese in the fridge and a new loaf. We can have that, no problem'.

'And what am I gonna do with the dress?' she asked.

'Go upstairs, take a shower and make yourself comfortable. Then you'll feel better' he said gently. She smiled up at him.

'You look good when you smile Billy Shapiro'.

'You look great with red wine sauce in your hair' he responded and turned away to busy himself with the cheese.

Lilly disappeared and he could hear her in the bathroom rummaging in the cupboards he presumed for shampoo, soap and the like. Fifteen minutes later she reappeared at the door of the living room as Starsky lit the candles in the candelabra. He turned to see that she'd taken him at his word and then some and as she walked in he realised she was wearing one of his dress shirts. It hung off her body and just barley covered her assets. Her breasts were very firm and her nipples were already erect and visible beneath the thin material of the shirt. She stood at the door and smiled at him.

'I needed to find something to wear. I hope you don't mind' she said softly. Starsky stood up and looked at her.

'I think I approve'.

'You do? Good'.

'You want wine?'

'Uh huh. White please'.

Starsky handed her a glass of champagne. 'Don't throw it over yourself huh?'

Lilly smiled and took the glass, taking a sip through the bubbles. She sat down on the sofa, drawing her legs beneath her until she was catlike and comfortable. She regarded the handsome sable haired man carefully. He exuded sex, the white pants of the suit fitting his slim hips perfectly and the deep V of his open fronted shirt revealed just enough of the tanned skin and brown fur on his chest to tantalize. Shapiro was a man who had natural sex appeal. He didn't need to try. He didn't need the sharp suits and gold jewelry to make him attractive. He simply was.

'So is this purely pleasure, or are we mixing in some business?' he asked as he took a glass of bourbon and sat beside her on the sofa. Gently he started to ply his fingers lightly up and down her bare leg. Her skin was smooth and fragrant, Lilly of the Valley soap redolent in the air around her.

'Whatever you want. I thought after your day, you may need some distraction'.

'Like I said. I can handle the heat. If ya have the right connections, ya can handle just about anything'.

'Anything?' she asked, a hint of a challenge in her voice.

He grinned wolfishly. 'Oh yeah'.

'So you're happy with 60/40?'

Starsky shrugged. 'Short odds, but beggars can't be choosers. I'll take it if that's all that's on offer. So long as there are……' he fixed her with a blinding indigo gaze 'fringe benefits'.

'There may well be. The next big shipment is due soon. Want in for that one?' she leaned into his body and rested her head on his shoulder as his fingers worked their way higher up her leg.

'How soon?'

'Is Friday soon enough for you?'

'This Friday? When, where?' he asked, concentrating his attentions on her hip. She wriggled to give him better access.

'The docks south of San Pedro, midday'

Starsky's hands worked around her hip and ducked beneath the shirt. She wriggled some more and sighed, the glass in her hand in danger of spilling its contents.

'Careful with that' he said. 'You should put it on the coffee table before you spill it'.

Lilly shuffled off the sofa and placed the drink down, turning on her knees and crawling catlike back to the seated man. She insinuated herself between his legs and leaned forward so that she could lean her head against his body as her hands explored his chest and shoulders. She purred like a cat as he ran his fingers through her blond locks and she nestled her cheek against his hand, sighing deeply.

'How big's the shipment?' he asked quietly.

'Mmm? Shipment? Oh….um, three million, give or take' she responded huskily, her mind now intent on the lithe muscular body in her grasp. Her hands wandered down his chest beneath his shirt, finding the hard dark nipples buried in the brown hairs. She knelt up and kissed each one in turn, running her tongue around the dark areole before trailing further south towards his navel. As her tongue worked its magic on his front, her hands ran small circles around his back and sides, the nails delightfully scratchy and soft all at the same time.

'Three mill huh? At San Pedro?'

She stopped, a mouthful of his flesh playfully caught between her teeth. She relinquished it reluctantly. 'South of San Pedro. The industrial docks. Lets not talk business any more. I want you'.

'And what you want…..'

'I always get' she finished, deftly unbuttoning the waistband to his suit. Starsky leaned back, allowing her access. He'd never before just sat back and given a woman the right to pleasure him. He was the sort of lover who needed to take charge, to make sure that his partner got as much, if not more from the experience than he ever would, but now, with Bay City's biggest dealer on her knees at his feet, he let his head rest back on the back of the sofa, arms stretched wide and balanced there also as Lilly worked the zip of his pants lower. He closed his eyes and waited.

She took him forcefully in her hand, making him jump reflexively, griping him and pumping his shaft hard three or four times before he felt himself circled by warm moistness. Her tongue was talented and within minutes, his fingers were once again knitted into her hair as he caressed the back of her head, keeping her lips and mouth firmly in place.

'Oh God yeah' he murmured as he felt her flick his sensitive tip with her tongue once more and he thrust upwards into her mouth, hearing her moan low in her throat. The vibrations sent him over the edge and his hips bucked again as his hands clamped down on her, holding her steady.

'Take a deep breath' he commanded as he felt himself slip over the back of her tongue and into her throat. The sensation was incredible, tight, warm and moist and he felt the familiar tightness in the centre of his body. Wanting to make this last, he pulled out suddenly, lunged forward and took hold of her, spinning her round until she was on all fours and he was positioned behind her.

Without any preamble, he pushed himself into her, groaning as he felt his core sheathed inside her, warm and moist. He set up a steady rhythm, steadily gaining speed until he slammed into her full force, feeling himself building towards his climax. Beneath him, Lilly moaned, her fingers clawing into the deep pile carpet until she felt the man behind her climax with a rough shout. Her climax echoed his own and her body shuddered as the sensations overwhelmed her. Finally she collapsed onto the floor beneath him as Starsky struggled to regain his composure.

He sank to his belly, lying alongside the woman, stroking lines up her back as she shivered in the warmth of the post sexual frenzy. She turned her head lazily towards him and smiled.

'I think I'm in love Billy'.

Starsky smiled back at her. Now the tension had gone from him he could get himself back into Shapiro mode. He hardened his face.

'When you're done, get dressed huh? I'm going out'.

He stood and zipped himself up, running a hand through his curls to put them back in place. From the floor, she looked up disbelieving. 'That's it? You're just leaving?'

He sneered at her. 'What did ya expect honey? Candies and flowers? This is business aint it?'

'Um, yeah, but…..' she sat up, pulling the shirt around her and feeling more stupid by the second. 'Where are ya goin'?'

'Like I said, out. I feel the need for some music an' some dancin'. There's a new disco opened in town. Maybe I'll get lucky. Let yourself out'.

Without a backwards glance, Starsky headed for the door, grinning to himself as he heard the mumbled curse behind him. As he closed the front door, he heard the telephone ringing.