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In Too Deep, Book 2, Part 4
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Earlier today, I posted an older version of these two chapters. I apologize. They've been updated now, and while there aren't a ton of significant changes, there are a few. So if you read this before 1:00 pm Eastern, then it may be worth checking out again. Or not. No worries either way!
Chapter 15: Surveillance
Everything about this night felt surreal, like the recollection of a dream I was currently experiencing. It was out of control. It was wild. But up to this point it had never been never scary. I was with two Federal agents, after all. That lent a certain amount of legitimacy.
With my vision cut off in a tinted vehicle with virtual strangers—agents or not—I was suddenly scared as fuck.
“Julia’s, what’s going on?” I asked as the panic rose.
“Sorry, David. This is necessary. I know you won’t disclose anything, but we can’t let you know where we’re going.”
My stomach squirmed, just as we accelerated out onto the highway. I tried to keep my voice calm. “And where are we going?”
“First, we’re going to drop Mia off. Then… part two of this exciting night. You get to go on surveillance with me.”
“And why do I need a bag on my head again?”
“Because Julia has a flair for the dramatic,” Agent Mia Moore said.
Julia added, “Don’t worry. It’ll be worth it.”
***
I stayed quiet after that, stewing. We stopped somewhere, Misty said goodbye. Then we drove on in silence. The car wound and turned and climbed through streets that I couldn't see until at last we pulled to a stop and the hood was yanked away.
I had no clue where we were. I didn’t recognize the palm tree lined street or the large houses along it. I was too new to LA to even place what neighborhood that we were in, other than that it was a wealthy one.
Julia climbed into the backseat with me. I recoiled like she was a wild cat, and she laughed. “Chill, man. I just want to hide in the tinted windows back here.”
Headlights threw stripes along her face, and her attention shifted to something behind me. “Looks like they just got home.”
I didn’t want to look, but couldn’t not. Here was the trainwreck, pulling into the driveway. Here was my worst nightmare come to life. Here was the unspoken fantasy made manifest.
The car—a black Mercedes sedan, sleek and polished under the street lamps—screeched as it barreled into the driveway, stopping abruptly. The sound of the car door opening had that rich, well-made quality to it—German engineering at its finest. A woman’s laugh emerged. My wife’s laugh. I could tell, even from across the street and through the tinted windows of our SUV.
“Jesus Christ,” a man with a thick Russian accent said as he stepped from the driver’s side. “Are you trying to make me crash?”
This was the man with the beard and the great hair, standing tall and proud, like a man with money and power. When he reached down and zipped up his fly, I felt instantly sick.
“That’s the boss, right?” I asked.
“Nikolai Kozlov. Yes, he’s that, but also so much more,” Julia said.
The passenger side door opened, and out emerged… Raven. First her legs swung into view, long and bare, wearing black patent pumps with spiked heels and bright, red soles. Her dress was short and black, a strapless number that barely covered her ass.
“What can I say? I go all weak in the knees for big cocks.” She flowed around the car like mercury, and fell into his arms, pulling him in for a deep, soulful kiss. It felt like a punch to the gut, watching that go on and on, their arms entwining, their tongues dancing back and forth.
Worse than the kiss was what came next—the way they held each other, quietly talking, their heads together, eyes locked. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t matter. They were into each other. This went beyond pure physical attraction. A man didn’t look at a woman like that on pure looks alone, and I couldn’t remember the last time Amanda had looked at me with such intensity.
He leaned down and whispered something to her. She giggled, brushing her hair away and smiling up at him. With that, he led her towards the open door of the California mansion.
“Now we get to find out if she really is back,” Julia said, handing me a pair of headphones. She put a set on herself, before pulling out her phone. I figured she was going to find that video feed from earlier that night, from the backroom. I’d been thinking of that, too, on the ride over. Told myself that I didn’t want to see it, yet was disappointed when that’s not what she loaded.
Instead, she hit a button, and I heard the crunch of a leather sofa and the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
"Mmm, you’re still so hard," Amanda said. With the headphones on, it was almost like she was speaking directly to me. And to my horror, I realized that she was right—I was hard.
Over the headphones, as clear as if it were happening right beside me, I heard the clink of a belt buckle.
"Her purse is the bug," Julia explained. “Can’t exactly hide a wire under her clothing, can we?”
“Right,” I said shakily. This went beyond a recording, and well beyond any stories or confessions. This was happening just across the street. Every detail felt like a stroke along my balls—the wet slurp as my wife took another man into her mouth, the way he groaned, how she popped off of the tip and whispered, “You know I’m in love with this cock.”
That couldn’t be Amanda. Not being able to see her lent to the denial, yet it was her voice. It was her. I’d watched that video too many times to fully live in denial anymore.
“In backroom, did my guests get the VIP treatment?”
Over the speakers, the sounds of slurping grew louder, mixed with a gag or a choke. Sounds that I’d only ever heard from Amanda on the video I’d watched earlier. Sounds that belonged in the kind of gonzo porn that I don’t watch.
I heard her slurp away, and when she spoke, her voice was husky. “You didn’t watch it?”
“I had to take care of other business. But we will watch it later, together,” he said with that thick Russian accent. “And maybe I just like hearing you talk about it.”
“Okay,” Amanda giggled. “So by VIP treatment, do you mean did he get to watch me fuck his girlfriend with a strapon while Selena rode her face?”
“Not quite.”
“You want to know if I did this to him.” More sounds of a blowjob. More gagging. “Of course I did. There’s almost nothing as exciting as a new cock.”
“She knows we’re listening,” Julia said. “And she’s comfortable with us listening. This is good.”
"You do that so well, solntse."
Amanda responded after a pause. "You like? How about this?"
"Uh!"
"You like it when I suck your balls, don't you?"
"It is...good."
I heard a wet fapping, wondering if Amanda was jerking him off, or had gone back to the blowjob. I wished I could see.
Which was the absolute wrong wish to have. What I should want was for all of this to be a bad dream. To have my wife back. To go back to Miami and be normal again.
“I sucked his balls, too,” Amanda said. “And I licked his asshole. Like this…”
“Ohhh…” Nikolai gasped, grunted, and suddenly I knew he was coming.
“Yes, yes… come all over my face, Nicky. Mr. Clark liked doing that, too. Too bad Selena’s not here to clean it off.” She giggled. Her voice got quieter as she stepped away, her heels clicking on tile.
“Thank you, David,” Julia said. She only sounded partially sarcastic. “You did it.”
“He’s the one you’re going after.” I thought about Julia’s stray comment earlier. “It’s not prostitution, but drugs. And…” And Ty had mentioned something else early on. “Jasmine. Jazz. That’s the case.”
“As we say, I can neither confirm nor deny, but well done, David.” There was definitely sarcasm there. “Kozlov had always been on our radar, but just as a small-time player. Small until about six months ago, when this new designer drug showed up. But this won’t last much longer. We’re close. There’s a source we need to find—the man who runs the lab where all this shit is created. We don’t know who he is. We don’t know where they meet. But soon, with your wife so close, we’ll get our answer.”
There was a tapping, like long fingernails on glass. I thought it was Amanda’s heels as she returned, but it was so much louder than that. When the tapping stopped and I heard a loud, sharp sniff, I got a little bit more clarity.
“It’s interesting,” Julia said, as calmly as a documentarian’s voice over. “Nikolai Kozlov will not touch jasmine—a good idea, as the pusher shouldn’t get addicted to his own wares. But he sure loves cocaine.”
There was another snort, followed by a deep, hearty exhale, like an athlete getting pumped up before the big game.
This time, the clicking was Amanda’s heels as she returned from cleaning up. I held my breath for her, wondering how she’d navigate the scene. She was a former narc. She was inside to stop more of it from spreading. I glanced at Julia, who was studying me in a way that made me very uncomfortable.
“Those lines for me?” Amanda asked.
My jaw fell open.
“I know how much you like to party,” Kozlov chuckled.
Amanda shared his laugh. Her heels struck the floor. Stopped. My gut was a writhing pit of vipers.
The sharp sniff echoed inside my skull. I shut my eyes as the image of Amanda, the love of my life and someone with one of the strongest moral compasses, snorted a line of cocaine. That model of purity shattered.
Another snort hissed across my eardrums. “Mmm…” Amanda sighed. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Time to fuck.” Nikolai’s command was full of steel. “Take off your clothes.”
She had to do the drugs to maintain her cover, I rationalized. She had no choice. That was Raven in there. Not my wife. Not the woman I’d watched walk down the aisle for me.
Thing was, as I thought of the woman in that room, my blood pumped red and ready. She wasn’t my wife—she was a fantasy. Nikolai’s fantasy, certainly, but was she mine, too?
I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to get a handle on the situation and failing spectacularly. So I went back into my comfort zone—my rational zone. “Isn’t this going to mess up your case in court?”
“What is? Julia’s fixed expression never wavered. “I don’t see anything, and all I’m hearing are two people talking about parties.”
I didn’t know what to say. They were going to look the other way? Just ignore this? Surely the truth would come out and this would damage their case against Kozlov.
Reading my mind, Julia pressed on. “Doesn’t matter though. These recordings will never make it to a courtroom. This isn’t a sting.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We told you there were certain… compromises that needed to be made. She told you. We’re gathering intel, not evidence. Part of that requires a certain… authenticity.”
"Ah!" I turned back towards the house, like I could see through its walls, see the lurid act as it happened. Amanda's cry was unmistakable. I'd heard it hundreds of times when we were together. But had it always been so loud? So passionate.
"Fuck, you're big," she said.
"Just like you like it."
"You know me so well,” Raven cried. “The bigger, the better."
"Such a size queen. Was Mr. Clark big enough for you?"
“Mmm, yes… he had a really… nice… uhh… cock…”
“She needed to become Nikolai Kozlov’s fantasy woman—a hedonist cut from the same cloth as he is.”
"Uh, yes!" Amanda moaned. "Right there. Yes!"
“Like I said before, I never thought Amanda would be able to handle it, but she’s proved to be very… flexible.”
A wet slap registered through the mic. Amanda cried out. That primal instinct to charge into the rescue seized me. I actually reached for the door as a second spank landed. This time, I heard something else in Amanda's reaction. She wasn't crying for help. She was into it.
"Harder," Amanda gasped. "Fuck me harder."
"You hear them? You hear your wife?"
"Oh, yes. Yes!" Amanda's voice cracked. Her scream filled the headphones, cruelly crystal clear.
"She's not faking. She hasn't faked it once since she's gone under. That girl loves sex, and now that we know you love that she does, too, all is good.”
“Know what I liked most about tonight?” Amanda’s voice was ragged with the sex. “I liked when Selena put on the strapon while I was… fucking… Mr. Clark…”
“I liked this part, too,” Kozlov said. “You liked the anal sex, yes?”
“You know I do—OOOO!”
“So tight.”
“Yes, reclaim my ass… reclaim my pussy… reclaim my body, Nicky!”
“You liked the DP?”
“I’m ready,” she gasped. “I’m ready to try for real.”
“I think that you are.”
Julia clapped her hands. “Now we’re officially back on track.”
“What?”
But she was done feeding me information. She was already climbing up into the front seat, and I felt disappointment take over. I wanted to stay. At least then, I got to be a part of whatever this was with my wife.
“Want to stick around?” Julia asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror. “There are some tissues back there to jerk off into.”
Julia had this way of making a man feel really small.
“I’m close… I’m close… fuck my ass… fuck it… fuck it into my ass!”
Nikolai Kozlov released a roar as he popped. Amanda was right there with him, screaming her head off at her own orgasm. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes, it’s so hot… so hot in my ass! I love it. I love it so fucking much!”
“No, it’s okay. We can go,” I said.
Julia smirked.
Last thing I heard before taking the headphones off was Amanda saying, “Put on the recording. I want to watch it.”
“Of course, my little exhibitionist.”
The tapping was back. “More coke?” she offered.
“You are exquisite, solntse. Simply exquisite. Ladies first…”
“Such a gentleman.”
The car pulled away as Amanda’s long sniff rang in my ears. I pulled the sack on voluntarily, although I was so shell-shocked that I couldn’t have told you where we were anyway. I wasn’t processing the world around me. I was lost in my imagination. They were fucking, bodies glistening, holding one another, staring at one another, kissing one another. She’d stay with him all night. She’d sleep in his arms. They would have breakfast together after the morning sex.
“... wife’s a professional, and she knows what she’s doing.” I wasn’t sure if Julia was finally having pity on me, or just explaining what came next. I barely heard her, like trying to interpret someone else’s echo. “You did well, David. You did really well tonight.”
“What did we do, anyway?”
“We fully established our cover,” she said, back to treating me like a simpleton.
“For what purpose?”
“Ah, yes. Why, for the grand finale, of course.”
Chapter 16: Malibu
After two of the most intense days of my life, I was expected to just go back to work like my life was totally normal. It was Wednesday. Hump Day. Just an easy coast into the weekend after this one. There were briefs to file. There were clients to meet with. There was the grind.
The link to the BJ video was dead, and the second time I logged in, even the emails had been erased. My memories lived on—stirring up a confusing cloud of anxiety and excitement. Raven was at the other extreme of Amanda, and yet they were one and the same.
So hot in my ass… I love it so fucking much…
You know I’m in love with this cock…
Yes, reclaim my ass… reclaim my pussy… reclaim my body…
It wasn’t me she was asking to reclaim. It wasn’t me that she shared a bed with at the end of the day.
There wasn’t a moment that went by where some new detail didn’t creep into the back of my head. The tango with another woman. Her confession that she’d eaten another man’s ass. The sound of her snorting cocaine, or the realization that she’d done it before. Who was this woman, and had she always been there? She was a total paradox to the Amanda I’d married. But was she?
She snuck into our bedroom early Friday morning, her naked body warm and smelling like fruity shampoo. I thought it was just a very realistic dream at first—the way she kissed me, the way she slowly stripped me, the way she sank beneath the sheets to suck my cock..
“Amanda?” I looked at the clock. It was 6:30 in the morning.
She pulled the sheets back and looked up at me. She was makeup free, her hair back in a loose ponytail, bangs escaping. “I’m here.”
Seeing me start to wake, she crawled up my body and guided my cock into her pussy.
“Is this a dream?”
She shook her head as she sank onto me. “I needed to see you so you could reclaim me.” She sighed as she relaxed, my cock fully buried. “I told you that it would be different than before. I wanted to come sooner, but couldn’t get away.”
“You were with him?” Just asking caused my cock to throb.
She nodded. “Since the night you watched me dance. He asked me to move in with him.”
“And you said yes.” I knew I was being petulant. At the same time, my cock was only hardening.
“It’s not real, David.” She squeezed me. “This is.”
“Right, I know. You’re just… very convincing.”
“I need to be. I’m his fantasy. Nick is someone who… craves adoration.” Nick, she called him. Not Nikolai. Not Kozlov. Not the target. “But he doesn’t just want someone who will lie there for him. He wants someone who enjoys it.”
“And you enjoy it.”
“Some of it, yes.”
“You like the sex,” I said. We’d gone over that. “The drugs? Did you really…?”
“You heard that,” she said, quietly to herself. “Yes, Nick has certain… fetishes. The pursuit of pleasure above all else is his greatest aphrodisiac. I don’t do it often, and only with him. I’m not addicted.”
“And I’m not saying you are.”
“You don’t have to worry,” she said. The defensiveness had drained away, replaced by something more reassuring. “I’ve done it because I have to, not because I want to.”
“But it’s another thing that you two have shared that we haven’t.”
“You want to do some rails with me?” she said with a smile.
“No, of course not,” I said. “That’s… that’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant. Shared intimacy, shared experiences. I understand.”
I pulled her close. “And I understand you. I’m sorry. You do what you have to do.”
She said, “When this is over—”
“It can be over,” I completed.
“I was actually going to say that when this is over, we find some new, shared and intimate experiences to have together.”
“I like that.”
She snuggled close and said, “Whatever we do when this is over, we get to figure it out. Together.”
*
Her visit helped… for a bit. Got me through Friday, at least, but when the weekend arrived and I was home alone, looking at the plants and telling myself that I needed to feed them, my insecurities were back. I didn’t have a cock like “Nick.” I didn’t have money or power. I didn’t have a dangerous, wild side. Maybe I was good enough for Amanda. Raven? I wasn’t so sure.
I got a text before my worries spun too far out of control—not from Amanda, but from Julia, of course.
Mr. and Mrs. Downing have plans tonight in Malibu. I’ll be by around 8. Make sure to shower.
And that was it. No question, no ask, no, ‘Hey, you doing okay?’ But honestly, I was good with it. Helped give me something to do. Helped focus my mind.
I took a long shower, inevitably thinking about Amanda doing the same in Nikolas Kozlov’s fancy home. Maybe he was there with her. Maybe he forced her to her knees so she could suck the dick that she loved so much.
I wanted to get off, but I didn’t. Instead, I exited the shower, properly edged. Whatever was going to happen tonight, I needed to be at my sharpest.
Julia arrived wearing a leopard-print party dress—back to full on Gillian Downing vamp. She handed me a garment bag. “Get ready, Davey dear. We’re about to go where only the rich and beautiful go.”
*
When I thought of Malibu, I pictured expensive homes that sit between the beach and the hills. I pictured vacations and relaxation, lying out in the sun or surfing or just frolicking in the waves. I didn’t associate it with bars and a nightlife. I guess I didn’t have the best of imaginations.
Malibu’s Living Room wasn’t a typical bar. It was more like one giant, sprawling house built on the edge of the Pacific, unmarked from the outside other than a parking lot filled with fancy cars.
When we approached the doors to the Living Room, the bouncers recognized her. “Mrs. Downing,” said a mountain of a man in a thick, Russian accent. Looking at me, he simply said, “No guests. You know the rules.”
“This is my husband, Davey,” she said. “Check your list again. He’s always been on it.”
The man gave me a skeptical look, as if he were thinking, ‘No fucking way he’s with her.’ But he did consult his tablet, tapping a few times before frowning. “I didn’t think he was real.”
Julia reached out, brushing her fingers along the bouncer’s cheek. “Don’t worry, Boris. Davey here gets turned on when other men play with his wife. Don’t you, dear.”
She was really enjoying this more than she should. I nodded, putting on as confident a smile as I could as I looked at the bouncer. “Maybe if you get a break, Gilly here will suck your dick while I watch.”
“Come on, Davey,” Julia said, whisking me away before I could cause more trouble. “Bye, Boris.”
The scene inside of the Living Room was more like that of a house party than a club. Room after room was filled with sofas and loungers, conversation areas and seemingly makeshift dance floors. DJs spun electronica. The lighting was low, with a black light here and a strobe there.
Beyond, the sun made its final descent on the far horizon. Some gathered outside, along the balcony, drinking and flirting. Some were nestled into alcoves, masked in velvety drapes, getting close and talking quietly.
‘You’ll need to be discreet,’ Julia had said on our way over here. ‘This isn’t the Gold Club. It’s not associated with our targets and we don’t have the proper warrants.’
‘So what is it?’
‘It’s a playground for rich people to have fun, and your wife’s friend, Nikolai, is a frequent patron.’
I searched for them as we walked in, remembering my instructions to be discreet yet unable to carry through. “You’re looking like a fucking tourist,” Julia muttered.
We were walking by a short stretch of bar where a woman was laid out, her shirt lifted to just under her breasts, as another woman drank tequila out of her pierced navel. I tore my eyes away and looked at Julia. “I mean…”
Julia glanced towards the dance floor in the next room. The last rays of the sun turned the dancers into silhouettes, bouncing and rocking to the music, arms and legs swaying like reeds in the wind. I knew Amanda well enough to pick her out, even just as a shadow. I knew how she danced, cocking her head and tossing her long, loose hair as she felt the music. Her movements were different here than in the strip club. Here, she was more carefree.
I forgot all about the girls doing body shots behind me, and my heart, already beating fast, took off.
Julia got very close, blocking my view—close enough that I could smell her unfamiliar perfume and see the specks of makeup. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she leaned in and whispered, “There aren’t many watching here, but you can’t do this. Remember, don’t fucking stare—and definitely don’t stare at her.”
“Why did we even come then?”
“‘Cuz you want to see her work, and we need to make sure that she wants it, too.” She guided me to the bar, where the woman was just sitting up. “Aw, I was hoping you came with the drinks,” Julia said to her.
The woman was hot, her hair fading from dark gold to bubble gum pink in a trendy ombré. She glanced at Julia, taking in my fake wife’s leopard print dress and hot body, then over to me. “You want a drink, too?”
Julia answered for me. “No, my husband likes to watch.”
The answer seemed to please the girl. She smiled and turned to the bartender, opposite us. “One more for the blonde.”
The girl pulled her legs back up onto the bartop, leaned back, and lifted her shirt. Her skirt was short and pleated, like the fantasy version of a Catholic school uniform, and she had a very flat stomach. Sprinkling salt just below her navel, the bartender handed her a lime, which she set into her cleavage and looked excitedly at us.
“Hold my purse, dear,” Julia said. She climbed up onto the bar herself, almost like she was going to go down on the pink-haired girl. Instead, she lapped slowly at the salt on her lower belly, making sure to meet the girl’s eyes. The bartender poured a healthy amount of tequila into her navel, which Julia slurped up.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” someone said behind me.
Julia moved up the girl’s body, kissing along her stomach and snapping the lime out of her cleavage. Biting into it, juice dribbled down her chin. She plucked it out, tossed it to the bar, and leaned in. Before I could get a handle on how turned on I was, Julia was kissing the other girl, their tongues twisting and playing.
“Thank you for the drink,” Julia said huskily, hopping off the bar. To the bartender, who stood there with his mouth as gaping as mine, she said, “Can I get a couple more for my husband? Glasses are fine.”
“Uh… yes.”
“I thought we were supposed to be discreet?” I said after the tequila shots. We migrated outside, drinking more reasonable—yet still very strong—cocktails.
“Discreet means not sticking out. That’s called fitting in.” She turned, elbows on the railing, her back to the ocean. Her eyes were on something inside as she sipped her drink. “Our girl in there gets it.”
I was proud that I didn’t immediately look. That earned an approving nod from Julia. Instead, I leaned on the railing, facing out. The sun had set. Night was here to announce the start of the party. I could feel it waking up behind me, but out there, on the dark ocean, all was calm. “This place is really something.”
“They screen everyone who comes in. Background checks, NDAs—don’t worry, ‘Davey’ got those, too—a hefty membership fee. Puts the clientele at ease.” She continued to focus on whatever was going on inside. “You can look now. In fact, you really should.’
I turned around as casually as I could. Like most bars and clubs in southern California, the Living Room was built with indoor and outdoor spaces in mind. A series of French doors were propped open, affording us a good view onto the dance floor.
I found Amanda in the midst of it all, arms up, grinding between two muscular black men. The vision struck me like something physical, and I was glad that I was leaning. She’d transformed herself yet again. Her dark hair was now formed into cornrows that met in four braids down her back. Paired with a strapless, short, maroon bodycon dress and tall heels, I barely recognized her. Only it was definitely her. I knew the way she moved. I knew her mannerisms.
Like she sensed me, Amanda looked out from between the two guys. Our eyes met for only a second, but the connection was just as real as a caress on the cheek.
Her focus, however, wasn’t on me. She didn’t linger, even for a moment. Anyone looking would just see her scanning the small gathering outside before fixing on something off to our right.
“You know them?” I asked Julia. Really, though, I was looking beyond her, to whatever Amanda was looking at. I saw Nikolai Kozlov, of course, standing there, vape pen in hand, shamelessly staring back at her.
“We don’t know them,” Julia said, “but you also need to stop staring.”
“Right.” I looked at Julia. “Got it. So why isn’t he in there, dancing with her?”
Julia had this way of smiling at me that made me feel small and naive. She did it all the time. She did it now. “Told you he’s like you. He likes to watch.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod. Glancing back into the club, I was just in time to see Amanda reach out to the black guy in front of her and pull him down for a deep, searing kiss. Behind her, the other guy palmed her tits.
Other than me and Nikolai, no one else seemed to notice. They weren’t the only ones making out on the dance floor, and just beyond, on the couches and in the alcoves, things had really started to feel like a house party.
“They come here to meet other men.” Julia caressed me, keeping her voice low as we people watched. “He likes to watch her dance.” Her hand dropped lower, brushing over my crotch. “Just like you.”
She squeezed my erection. I gasped. “Makes sense, considering where he works.”
Inside, Amanda broke the kiss with the one man only to turn her head and start making out with the guy behind her.
Julia said, “It’s definitely nice when we love our jobs, don’t you think?”
The DJ’s set ended, and Amanda left the two guys with some kind of whispered promise before prancing outside. She ignored me completely, her playful smile reserved for another man. It cut deep. I was part of the furniture.
“Having fun?” I could just hear Nikolai ask, his Russian accent thick.
“You know it.” It hurt even more when she kissed him. This kiss was somehow different than with the black guys. She had a familiarity with this man that felt like a betrayal. “I love it when you watch me.”
She didn’t look at me, and I felt excluded. It wasn’t some double entendre, meant for the both of us. There was an intimacy between her and this other man, wholly apart from what we shared.
I couldn’t hear the rest of their exchange, although I could feel their intimacy, hearing it in Amanda’s laughs, seeing it in the way she clung to him when they entered the interior once again. Her braids bobbed and bounced in the small of her back, like dark asps nipping and fighting.
“Well, she definitely doesn’t have a problem being Raven in front of you anymore,” Julia said. “I’ll be honest, I definitely thought this case was fucked. She was on a guilt-ridden downward spiral.”
The two black guys had moved over to the bar—now free of anyone taking body shots—and were drinking and chatting with one another when Amanda and Nikolai approached them.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“Really?” Julia said, looking at me incredulously.
“I mean with me. I guess we leave?”
“We could.” Julia toyed with the buttons on my shirt. She studied my chest before swinging her eyes hungrily up to mine. “Or we could watch…”
I had no idea how to respond. “What?”
“You didn’t really think all the security and discretion going on here was just so that some rich fucks could dance, did you?”
“Still not following.”
“This is the living room.” She caressed my chest, looking around. “And while fun things can certainly happen on the couches…” She seemed to focus on one of those fun things happening behind me, “...the real action is in the bedroom, right?”
“Sure.” And then, because I still wasn’t following, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“This is a swinger’s club for the most elite. In the back rooms are bedrooms. Some are for private get-togethers. Others are more public. Can you guess which one Nikolai, owner of a strip club, prefers to take his girls to?”
“You serious?”
Julia bit her tongue playfully. “Want to watch?”
“Lead the way.”
See you next Tuesday!
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Brad
So so true. I hate cucks really but like hotwife husbands. David has become a cuck and it is ruining the story and the possibilities. You are so right. There is a big difference between being turned on and wanting something. Something most authors and people who read this either forget or don’t know. Getting turned on is a human reaction not controlled by the individual. Wanting something can be controlled. I find it so much more appealing when the husband gets turned on but doesn’t want it… but is willing to give his wife what she needs because he loves her so much. But her understanding and loving him more because of it and not rubbing it in his face and humiliating him. Amanda is no where near this now. She is rubbing it in his face and enjoying doing so. She likes humiliating him. She has gone beyond the sex and is into the relationship. She is just taking from David and giving nothing back. She is just a piece of trash. She is no longer the upstanding Amanda in my mind doing a job but she is truly the Trashy Raven. Not sure how much more of this I can take. I like dark but need connections and HEA. There is no way that this can be HEA. She is no longer the person he married which is sad. That is when the marriage ends. Yes people change but something this drastic is not recoverable. And Julia is a sadistic witch. I just wonder if this is payback for Amanda getting the assignment over her.
Brad
We can only hope. Earlier I said I liked Amanda. Now she is just rubbing it in David’s face.
SmilingCoyote
On becoming a super slut...there is the very sad story of Annabel Chong. She was a Singaporean straight student. Apparently she got raped, and she delt with it by going into porn and setting the world record for largest gangbang. So I think the psychology part does check out. But it's dark and sad though. I sort of understand it... when I had to do jungle training and snap off the head of a live chicken, I sort of just steeled myself and leaned into it. I know it's a poor comparison to the horror about Annabel, but it makes it believable to me how Amanda "leaned" into her role.
Andrew Mellein
Smiling Coyote your right this book reminds of "Whatever It Takes". I felt that book was a little unrealistic how the prim proper housewife become a super slut. Due to being raped numerous times by the mobsters. I think she said she enjoyed and got off on it. Yeah right, I think it was rape no matter what the characters say, That was a pretty dark book. Even though their was hot scenes. Also forgot that the characters had kids which makes it even darker. Luckily no kids for Amanda and David. Moving along yeah I think this book is a successor to that book and KW said it's going to get darker. Maybe Amanda gets raped? By the way whatever happened to Ben Boswell? His and Kenny Wright's stuff is great!
SmilingCoyote
Amanda's behaviour is rather "shocking" to a regular guy. However, I was really musing if it was "realistic". Ben Boswell's whatever it takes spanned less than 2months, and the wife had similar behaviour. The sandbox was just defined in a way that slid down this slippery slope. The Rubicon was really the point at which Amanda took on the case. If every girl was turning tricks, could Amanda have achieved her goals not doing what she did. The two months to me was not unrealistic when Amanda and David both had kinks that fed on the situation. Had David been a total non-hotwife, he would have likely demanded that Amanda stop. He would honestly have had such a difficult time processing her actions, and it would have been a total betrayal when he saw how much Amanda enjoyed her cover. But his kink did a number on his reaction. For me, at the end of the day, David sort of deserved what he got. There was an opportunity for him to pull the plug but he did not. Amanda's the poster girl for not bringing someone with a gambling addiction to a casino. It's basically a perfect storm. I wanted something edgy and really crazy. So having the right people in the wrong situation was what I was looking for. And it's certainly happening. But the suggestion that David finding out more before the confrontation would probably gravitate to a more "betrayed" reaction. Which in itself would have been really interesting if Amanda used the duty before self reasoning. It's not indefensible, and it would definitely result in a more rebellious, angry, defiant David in tow. Most stories are often set up to be more "regulated". This reminds me of HongKong triad movies from the eighties, were the worst things happen to the protagonists....and the endings are at best bitter sweet. A Hollywood movie of the same "ilk" would be "War of the Roses". Things are just unpleasant. But I'm glad that Kenny's daring to venture into something like this. Can't wait to see how everything pans out.
Chris K
Yeah, I think what would bring me back to this story is to find out Amanda has a long history of this behavior. Because in 2 months of multiple men, stripping, drugs, tango dancing, anal sex, and whatever else is discovered along the way for her to do all to well right off the bat from starting this case is a little too far fetched. As for David accepting it all to "easy" doesn't really make it any more enjoyable. I'm trying to like this story, but it's just flat.
Andrew Mellein
Make Amanda go to therapy. David didn't do anything wrong except capitulate to Amanda deviant desires.
Andrew Mellein
I agree. It felt like David turned to quickly to cuckold accepting status. Afterall in the first chapters it seemed like he would be angry or mad if Amanda cheated on him. Only when he talked to Ty did we only get a hint that he enjoyed but it was briefly. And then he capitulated quickly when Amanda confessed which took me out of the story. Maybe it's a storytelling tactic I don't know. But I will continue with the rest of the story.
Andrew Mellein
I think Kenny started this series off as a dark cuckold series but it feels like he is positioning it into a hot wife series with David watching. The problem is that Amanda did all her initial acts without David that I dont buy the hotwife label. She cheated and gave a halfhearted apology to her hubby. I actually think a HEA would be a cop out given how dark this series is. But that's KW call.
Andrew Mellein
I felt David was a little smart in chapter 1. And then took a complete nosedive in his I.Q. when Amanda callously admitted to cheating on him. And he hasn't recovered so far.
Andrew Mellein
She definitely needs to be detoxed and tested for STD'S when the mission is done. You know Nicky was fucking other strippers in the club. All the unprotected sex with multiple partners.
Chris K
Not to mention the possible need for rehab after.
Marco Valori
Congratulations Kenny! I am really loving the story! If I can give you my opinion though, I think it might be more interesting if the process of Amanda becoming a total slut and David accepting and discovering it would have been more gradual. It would have been nice if David found out more and more things by himself before having the confrontation with Amanda
Kevin Goodman
Me too
Rich
Yeah I'm with Sid too. The set up is perfect, the big rooms in those places will be lined with people watching, it's what they're for. David isn't going to be conspicuous.
Rich
Actually pleased you put the other one up. The contrast is interesting. This version changes the feel of more than what's in that particular scene. Maybe you should release a blooper reel after the end of the series.
D375
Committing lower level crimes like prostitution, doing illegal drugs, or breaking and entering is fairly common for undercover work. It sells the cover story and makes the criminals believe that the undercover operative is one of them. I don't have a problem with that from a legality standpoint. Essentially, undercover operatives go in knowing they have a pre-built deal with the DA's office. I have a much bigger problem with the potential effects on Amanda's personal life/marriage. There's a reason that law enforcement/military careers have a substantially higher divorce rate than the rest of society. The fact that Amanda didn't discuss this in detail with David in advance makes this so heartwrenching.
Tracey52
I agree with Sid, although I’m not sure how much David can watch without giving the game away.
Sid
I think option 1 is most likely. I think Julia will pleasure David while he watches his slutty wife get filled up! 😵💫
D375
I'm really curious about how this will turn into a HEA.
D375
@tracey52 What do you think will happen?
D375
I think David will watch Amanda get DP'd while Julia plays with David. I think there are three options. Option 1. David and Julia watch Amanda and Julia gives David a blowjob/has sex with David and turns the tables on Amanda. Option 2. David starts watching Amanda is made to play with Julia and only hears/see snippets of Amanda's DP scene while Amanda watches while being DP'd. Option 3. David and Julia watch Amanda's scene and Julia cleans up Amanda/has a F/F scene with her after the DP.
Tracey52
And Julia joins in or gets David off?
Tracey52
To blend in, I think Julia will need to get involved. David can be a watcher but Julia can’t and still keep her cover. I see some pussy eating in their futures. I wonder what Julia got up to in her previous visits without the hubby?
Kevin Goodman
Definitely and David watches
Sid
This is so damn hot 🔥 predictions on whether Amanda gets DP’d next? I hope so..
Chris K
I think this scene was more of the same. Amanda's "sorry, not sorry" attitude, and David being the world's biggest simp.
Chris K
Kevin. If Amanda reacts to that at all, she needs to be put in her place. After all, he is "undercover"
Kevin Goodman
At some point he has to realize she's not the person he thought she was when he married her. She's breaking multiple laws in her pursuit of "justice". Is she any better than the people she is working against?
quizkid
Well, I learned something new today! (or did I miss this in an earlier chapter?)
Andrew Mellein
At the end of the day all this is on David. He married her knowing her career. And then when she admitted her affair he was turned on and screwed her. He gets what he deserves.
Nail
Just wanted to add. This one is a tough/dark one (you did say so haha). I think back to Annie's affair here, essentially a cheating wife, but the HEA was made possible in a way because we understood so much of her character through her diary (great idea!). Here we are experiencing everything through David, not just that, but Julia is clearly not helping the emotional turmoil either and Amanda is completely into the role to the point that the lines are starting to blur.
Nail
The way I interpreted it is that it was just one more thing that shows how deep Amanda is in her role as Raven. One more thing that David doesn't recognize, One more thing he didn't believe she would ever do out of a strong morale principle and yet...
Tracey52
I like the modified reclamation scene better, it shows a softer more understanding side of Amanda and what she is putting David through. I still think the unprotected sex should be raised, potentially by Amanda to reassure David somehow that she is not putting him at risk. If she can.
Kevin Goodman
Yeah, poor David. I think his self esteem would be less than zero after he watches her get off on DP. Maybe Julia will cheer him up. I wonder how Amanda will react to that?
Tracey52
That model of purity shattered. Is David losing respect for his wife and is seeing her as some gonzo porn star? Is this a coping mechanism or a fundamental change in how he views her?
Tracey52
“She knows we’re listening,” Julia said. “And she’s comfortable with us listening. This is good.” Julia tells David this but when David and Amanda reunite, Amanda expresses surprise that David was listening. Is this Julia playing games with them both?
Tracey52
Worse than the kiss was what came next—the way they held each other, quietly talking, their heads together, eyes locked. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t matter. They were into each other. This went beyond pure physical attraction. A man didn’t look at a woman like that on pure looks alone, and I couldn’t remember the last time Amanda had looked at me with such intensity. This paragraph says a lot about where David and Amanda’s relationship is and perhaps how deep into Raven Amanda is.
Andrew Mellein
Noice! Poor David (HAHAHAHA!)
Kevin Goodman
There may not be a train coming, but it sounds like DP with 2 BBCs. Can't wait for Tuesday
Donkatsu
Kenny, love your formerly introverted and strait-laced gals who assume new, more outgoing, sluttier personae, with a significant increase in their sexual repertoires. Heather/Angelica (Girlfriend, Bulls Eye), Chelsea (Castaway), and now, Amanda/Raven have been able to transform themselves almost entirely while retaining the kernel of wholesomeness that keeps the hubby in line. Let me put down my marker on that - I LOVE Amanda/Raven. I love how she can shimmy right into her role seamlessly, how it released a certain je ne sais quoi that must always have been there - as is was for Chelsea and Angelica and many others of your gals. I love them all. Julia is having altogether too much fun with David, and in addition to her delight with teasing and puncturing David's self esteem, seems to adapt quite naturally to the perverse perks that come with her handler role. I guess, it you go from a GS schedule salary to fancy German cars, top shelf booze, coke, lots of sex, and an upgraded slutty wardrobe, then going back to the grey suits and brown shoes in cubicle land will pretty much suck. As an aside without much TMI, I know a bit about some corners of the dark world. It is not easy on a marriage or even normal friendships or family relations. Lots of people cannot live without the rush when the operation is over, and, probably like Julia, they get at least a little addicted to the lifestyle, including the booze and drugs, and clubbing lifestyle. Just look at how defensive Amanda got at the mention of the Bolivian Marching Powder-fueled sex with old Nick. From my perspective, Kenny, you are doing a great job with this aspect of the story as well. I always thought you had at least a little familiarity with that world, given how you based more than one story around Chesterbrook Rd., just down the street from the {ahem} Fairfax (VA) Country Bureau of Public Roads Testing Station (https://www.cia.gov/readingroom/document/cia-rdp78-04718a002700050010-8).
Andrew Mellein
Yeah Kenny! I can totally see are you going for something different. You weren't kidding! You should have a warning reader discretion advised in the intro pages when it goes to print form (LOL!) This is a dark cuckold book. And truth of the matter is I like cuckold books more than hotwife books. I like the taboo nature of one partner doing it without the other's consent and behind their back. Have you read the Reluctant Cuckold by David Mcmanus? It's pretty good! I am still waiting for the author to finish book 3. I am still on the ride you are taking us Kenny!
Kenny Wright
I understand that you don't like Amanda, and I'm at peace with that. Just keep in mind that the intention and focus of this book is different from what I was going for in Annie's Affair. In that one, the affair was central. In this, there's a lot more going on.
Kenny Wright
I may see if I can work her into the final book!
Andrew Mellein
I really dont care about the Amanda character anymore. She's really just a cypher at this point. I think a pack of dudes could pull a train on Amanda in the story at this point and I wouldn't care. I dont see any love or compassion in David and Amanda's marriage. This is not a hotwife story but a dark cuckold story in my estimation. Manus Dare for sure. But compare this to KW's Annie's Affair and even though it dealt with cuckoldry and cheating. I still felt their was love in Amanda and Travis's relationship. That's why I love that book!
Andrew Mellein
Kenny is Irina a one off? I fell in love with her character in that one chapter. (LOL!)
Andrew Mellein
I am waiting for David to snap at Amanda like the Incredible hulk.
Andrew Mellein
Tracey52 Indeed! This is definitely KW's riff on a Manus Dare book. I frankly don't see any love or compassion in Amanda and David's relationship. So no condoms! If I was David I would totally demand Amanda get a std test. But at this point he clouds his broken cuckoldry with his excitement at Amanda's newfound sexuality. If I was him I would go home change all the house locks and throw her shit out the door. But I am here for the ride!
Chris K
Agreed 👍
quizkid
I thought Mandy was short for Amanda. I had an initial shock when I read that, but let it go.
Kenny Wright
I've updated the text now.
Kenny Wright
So it seems like I’ve posted an older version of these chapters. I swear that I’d caught all areas where I mentioned “Mandy.” Also, the scene when she comes home is slightly different. I’ll post the correct version shortly. Apologies for that.
EPS
David broke so quickly he’s such a weak cuck now, this is so different, usually the couple journeys together and even when it’s not gradual there is this connection. This has none of that she’s just a complete nymph not involving him at all and he’s such an excuse my language but a bitch. I wouldn’t be shocked if he starts getting banged by dude’s at some point…
Rich
I’m sort of wobbling with Amanda myself. She seems to have just taken it for granted that the “David situation” is resolved and that’s it. She’s’ certainly acting like it, not a hint of a struggle when she comes back for that flying visit. David seemed curiously relaxed about it too, considering how far things went before it. We also now know that the prospect of her cheating on David must have been there from the word go, right back before the story started and David argued with her about doing the UC job. Even if she didn’t know about all of the crazy sex that she’d get a taste for, she must have known that she’d have to sleep with the target, it’s the only way the operation would have worked. I hope she redeems herself, I really do, but it’s going to take more than just saying she’s sorry and David accepts it because he gets to sleep with a hot stripper now, who incidentally has performed all of her best party tricks for someone else first. There’s some massive trust issues to get past, and she’s clearly an effective liar. Even if she said she’d put it all back in that box at the end of it, how would he ever know if that was true? FBI don’t work office hours, she’d have every opportunity to cheat recreationally. Don’t get me wrong, still enjoying the ride, but the questions keep coming.
Kenny Wright
This one actually isn't a typo. It's his pet name for her. Russian for "sun".
Kenny Wright
Fixed. Mandy is an artifact of one of the many earlier incarnations of this story when Nikolai called her "Mandy." But it was needlessly confusing, so I cut it. Guess some of the names snuck in.
Smoke
This is getting really deep, as the title notes. Julia is still a sleazy character with her own agenda. It's going to take some time and probably therapy to recover their marriage from this. Hope it is all worth while to Amanda. Although David seems to be turned on by some of this, I doubt he can be okay with it all long term.
Smoke
Who is Mandy? 'Forced her to his knees...'? Shouldn't it be 'Forced her to her knees...
Chris K
Does the FBI offer additional payment packages when going from field agent to coke whore? 🤔
@hebridesdrifter
Excellent chapters full of action and exposition. Amanda’s desperately trying to keep David tethered, but I think his doubts are really taking hold. Meanwhile, the cover assignment with Julia is melting the ice between them. I think her digs at David are actually a form of foreplay, and can’t wait to see what happens with these two as they witness the looming debauchery in “the bedroom.” Tuesday is so far off, dammit!
Nail
Damn... Julia is stringing David along and making him experience it all. I think David will go nuclear at some point.
Kevin Goodman
He said it was dark, he wasn't kidding!
Tracey52
Man oh man. Down the rabbit hole David goes. So no condoms then at least with Nikolai. I’m a bit surprised David didn’t register that especially Friday.. I’ve been very supportive of Amanda and am still trying to be, but this just seems cruel. Can’t really excuse how Amanda could volunteer for this and Julia is either a sadist or is trying to ruin Amanda and David’s relationship. While David is turned on, he doesn’t want this and Amanda’s ability to get so into character with David there shows career before marriage. David was warned, but she shouldn’t have married him. David should be pulling the pin. It’s humiliating. It’s going to take a lot for either of them to gain my respect. So at this point I’m not caring whether they make it or not. Maybe David is better without her as he really didn’t know her as it turns out. Loving the read though. Manus Dare eat you heart out. I didn’t know Kenny had this in him. Where’s it been hiding kw?
quizkid
Proofread item: You do that so well, solntse."
Kevin Goodman
Damn that was hot. Is it Tuesday yet?
