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In Too Deep, Book 2, Part 3
🕑 Added 2024-07-02 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 14: Mr. and Mrs. Downing
Exactly one week had passed since I’d last been here—one week since I’d been warned to stay away, that my actions were dangerous, that I was fucking their case up. Yet now, I’d been sent back in by those very people.
Griff, the bouncer, was working the front doors, and as I got out of the Uber, I felt terrified that he’d recognize me. It was irrational—guys came back here all the time. Still, as I approached him and my stomach crawled up my throat, I felt so transparent. Like he would say, “Here to gawk at your wife, cuck?” as he patted me down.
Instead, he didn’t show any recognition. Just a blank look as he ran his hands over me and then told me to head on inside.
It was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday night. Both stages were open, and more than half the chairs and tables were full. I forced myself to breathe. I needed to take my pulse down a notch. It was fine. This was all part of the plan. I settled into a chair close to the stage. A redhead was doing a routine, her athletic body twisting and turning on the poll, and I wondered if she was the one Brandon and Javier had spent the weekend with. A blonde in a tiny, black cocktail dress took my drink order, and I wondered if she blew the manager to get the job here, or if she was one who refused. I looked around, and the questions followed.
“Dance?” a woman asked. She had a slight, Southern twang in her voice, and when I looked up at her, I recognized her, but couldn’t immediately place her.
Which, in the context of what I was doing, was fucking terrifying.
Like every other dancer in this place, though, she was stunning. She had sable hair and long bangs that were brushed just out of her dark eyes, a doll-like face that was heavily made up, and a body more voluptuous than Amanda’s—accentuated even more by the gossamer babydoll that squeezed her tits into a shelf.
When I finally was able to dig my gaze out of her cleavage, I saw her smiling down at me. “You can keep looking. Happy to give you a closer look.”
I licked my lips, and she added, “And if you want an extra special look at ‘em, I’m happy to take you into the back for a private dance.”
I fought back the urge to refuse and tell her I’m good just to watch. But that was David talking, and right now, I wasn’t David.
“Let’s just start with a dance out here.” I withdrew a twenty from my wallet, but she didn’t take it from me. Instead, she slipped into my lap, put an arm around my shoulders, and pulled the side of her thong out for me to slip the bill in. She also flashed me a glimpse of her pussy, and the little tab of dark hair above it.
I was proud when my hand didn’t shake as I slipped the twenty in and she snapped her panties in place.
“I’m Misty. What’s yours, honey?”
I recognized her then. She’d danced with Javier when we were in here last week. She’d gone into the back with the Asian stripper to put on a lesbian show for them.
I was supposed to give her my alias’s name, but now I wasn’t so sure. What if she remembered me? What if I have myself up?
Before I could answer, though, someone else answered for me.
“Davey, so sorry I’m late. Got caught up in traffic.”
I looked up, and there was my most unlikely savior. She slipped into the cushioned seat beside me, put a hand on my knee, and kissed me on the lips. It was Julia.
This was damage control, Julia had explained. It was time to establish a cover identity, which was apparently ‘Davey Downing,’ husband to ‘Gillian’, an alias that she’d been developing in parallel with Amanda’s Raven.
My fake wife smiled at Misty. “Hi there. I’m Davey’s wife, Gillian, and you are gorgeous.”
Misty looked at me slyly. “You should have told me your wife was joining us. I love it when other women come in here.”
Julia had transformed. Gone was the badass femme fatale who’d scooped me up. Tonight, she was dressed to party in a short, tight, low-scooped silver sequined dress that left very little to the imagination. Her tits spilled out of the top and her legs looked endless. She could almost pass for a dancer here, especially with her hair half up, the rest coiling down around her shoulders.
She looked at me with her smoky eyes, placed a hand on my arm, and said, “Not that I’m going to hold it against you. I’d be distracted, too.”
The women’s eyes met, and suddenly a different kind of nervousness was fluttering through my veins.
“Your wife is pretty.” Misty said it looking right at Julia, and I had to agree.
“She’s very pretty.”
“This isn’t your first time at a gentlemen’s club together, is it?”
“We like spicing things up,” Julia said. “Davey here likes… watching. Don’t you, Davey.”
“Bit of a voyeur,” said Misty, stroking my arm. “I haven’t started my dance. I could dance for your wife, if you’d prefer.”
I glanced at “Gillian,” who didn’t look the least bit put off by it. “That would be great,” I said.
Misty flowed out of my lap and straddled Julia’s. She said, “I’ll start, but first, you need a drink.”
The music over the PA shifted away from the more traditional strip club rock to a spicy Latin beat. The DJ announced the next set of dancers. “Let’s give it up for two of your favorites: Selena and Raven, dancing the forbidden dance.”
My heart skipped. I’d just seen Amanda earlier that day, and yet it still felt like an eternity. I watched the stage in anticipation, and I wasn’t alone.
The curtains slid open, and out spun two dancers, arms embraced, doing some sexy approximation of the tango. My wife took on the role of the man—her dark hair was tied back into a tight bun, and she wore a dark suit jacket, crisp white button up, and thin, black tie. Her pants, however, were tight and short and would have been very inappropriate in the clubs of Argentina.
Selena, her dance partner, was a sexy Latina who wore a flouncy, red dress that seemed designed to flip and flare as Amanda spun her across the stage, flashing the audience with her matching, red thong.
“This set is good,” Misty said, watching the sexy tango choreography. “Those two are so sexy together.”
The dance up on stage progressed. I had no idea Amanda knew how to tango. Seemed like there were still a lot of things about her that I didn’t know.
Both women had painted their lips bright red, and as they moved, spun, dipped, and danced, those lips usually remained within inches—a kiss that just didn’t quite resolve.
They stripped, of course. Amanda’s jacket went first, revealing that her white shirt beneath was entirely backless. Selena’s red dress went next, fluttering to the floor, leaving her in that red thong and a tasseled bra. In a flurry, she ripped the tie from Amanda’s shirt—a clip on—as Amanda freed her dark hair from her bun.
Misty had flagged a cocktail waitress down and Julia ordered a Citron and Seven.
I was barely able to focus on them, even though I knew I needed to. Julia was my wife, after all.
“Start a tab?” the waitress asked me.
“Uh, sure.” I had my wallet out, reaching for my credit card when Julia stopped me. She said, “Let me treat, Davey.”
My credit card, I realized, had my real name on it. It peeked out, gold and embossed—David Hume—before I slid it back in. When she gathered her purse and retrieved her own card, I caught her alias on it—”Gillian Downing.” Made me feel like a total amateur, which, to be fair, I was.
“Keep it going,” she said. “Bring Davey an IPA, and Misty here…” She raised a brow at the stripper.
Misty said, “An appletini. And thank you, Gillian. You’re sweet.”
“You see, Davey?” Julia said to me. “Someone thinks I’m sweet.”
The stripper laughed and asked, “So how long y’all been married?”
I deferred to the spy on this one. Julia said, “Two years this October.”
“Ah, newlyweds still.”
Julia giggled. She was so good at falling into this role. She said, “Trying to keep it that way, aren’t we, Davey?”
I smiled weakly at her. “Trying.”
On stage, the music peaked and the DJ seamlessly transitioned it into another beat, going from spicy tango to funky hip hop. Amanda and Selena, too, changed their style. With a final flourish that ended with Amanda’s white button-down coming off, freeing her tits, the two moved into a bump-and-grind. Selena became the more dominant, backing Amanda up against the poll.
This time, their red painted lips didn’t just hover. Selena closed the deal, kissing Amanda. I gasped. This wasn’t just a peck on the lips. It was a full on, tongues out, French kiss. With another woman. And the whole time, their bodies kept moving to the beat, legs entwined, pussies against thighs.
This was the other reason I was here. To watch Amanda, and for Amanda to see me watching.
Misty saw me looking. “Sexy, aren’t they?”
“Davey had a thing for Raven. Talks about her all the time, back home.”
Julia had explained it to me before we came here: if I wasn’t going to hide it, own it.
On stage, breaking from the kiss, the two women shifted focus to their audience. Selena faced out as Amanda unsnapped her bra. She had nice, perky tits capped with small, dark nipples.
“Well, there’s a version of this, exclusive to the back room, where Ray wears a strap-on. VIP only.” She wiggled in Julia’s lap. “They love to ‘practice’ that, too.”
Selena reached back and behind her, pulling Amanda into an over-the-shoulder kiss as Amanda pinched Selena’s nipples.
“Watching those too is making me wet as fuck,” Misty said. “Ready for your dance? I need to rub on a hot chick.”
Julia laughed. Her drink arrived and she chugged it like she was nervous. I was pretty sure she was just playing. Misty found the bass of the current song, and in the strobe and flash of the dark interior of the club, the sight of these two women was mesmerizing. I didn’t like Julia. I didn’t know Misty. It didn’t matter. This was hypnotic.
Misty turned away from Julia, her legs on either side of my fake wife’s, her chest thrust forward. Julia couldn’t keep her hands off the stripper, despite the club’s rules. She ran her fingers up Misty’s spine. Misty shuddered.
“My husband has a thing for brunettes with big tits. Don’t you, baby?” Julia said. With a twist, she undid Misty’s babydoll. Misty’s tits, like Amanda’s, were just a touch too big for her slim body. “It’s okay,” said Julia. ”I’ve got a thing for them, too.”
Misty gyrated in Julia’s lap, flipping her long, dark hair back. I’d watched Amanda do this to another man from across the room. I’d watched her look back, a smile of promise and temptation for her customer.
“Does it turn you on?” Misty asked. “Knowing how much your wife likes other women?”
If she only knew… Behind her, Julia smirked at the unintended double entendre.
“Oh, he loves the idea of his wife exploring her bisexual side.”
My chest tightened. I glanced towards the stage, unable to help myself. Amanda’s booty shorts were gone. She wore only her heels and a g-string, which was stretched as the other stripper moved her fingers inside of it. The audience was eating it up.
“She’s very naughty, you know.” Julia’s words pulled me back to the show right in front of me. Like what was going on up on stage, the secret agent had slipped a hand inside Misty’s thong before she could stop it. “Turns out, she loves eating pussy as much as sucking cock.”
Misty bucked once at Julia’s expert touch before recovering and remembering where she was, and what the rules were. She didn’t chide my fake wife, but swiveled once again to face Julia, this time pressing her knee between the blonde’s thighs.
“You are naughty,” Misty said a moment before leaning in and kissing her softly on the mouth. “Get your husband to pay for a private dance and we could do it all.”
Julia looked at me. “What do you say, hubby?” she asked. “Want to watch us fool around? I’ll even suck your cock while I ride her face.”
I just glared at her, shaking my head as Misty finished up her lapdance. Amanda and Selena finished up their set, too, although I was proud to keep my attention—mostly—on Julia as the two had pseudo sex before my very eyes.
As Misty got up to leave, she didn’t bother putting her top back on. Instead, she leaned close to me and whispered, “I get off in an hour. Stick around and I’ll fuck your wife for free. For you, I’ll give you a nice discount.”
I watched her leave, distracted by her swaying ass until Julia slipped into my lap. She was warm and smelled fruity. Her golden hoop earrings tickled my neck as she leaned close and whispered, “What do you think? Take her up on the offer?”
Amanda and Selena descended the stage, to great fanfare. “Give it up for Raven and Selena!” the MC announced. The crowd cheered and whistled.
The two proved very popular, getting called over by several groups before they could even make it all the way through the VIP section to the dressing room. They stopped before an older guy—a silver spoon type used to getting things that he wanted. He was there with a trophy wife, who looked slightly out of her comfort zone as she sipped at her cocktail. Amanda exchanged some quick banter with him—still wearing only her g-string, and not ashamed at all—then a few words with the other stripper before they moved on.
Another man was in the far back, leaning against the passage that headed into the dressing rooms. Arms crossed, impeccably dressed and exuding confidence, this had to be the boss. I’d seen him before, the last two times. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, thick, wavy salt-and-pepper hair and an impressive beard, he looked like the kind of guy with confidence bred from money. This was the man currently fucking my wife. He was tall and distinguished, late forties or early fifties maybe.
Watching him interact with Amanda confirmed it. They smiled at one another as she sidled up, something unspoken passing between them in a way that didn’t happen with Selena. My gut churned, angst and envy roiling my insides.
She didn’t kiss him. There were no obvious personal displays of affection. But the way she touched his arm as she passed was enough.
“I think she’s back,” Julia whispered. “And I can feel how hard that makes you.”
I didn’t say anything. Just watched the stage, trying to keep myself from getting all tangled up in my own thoughts. Dancers came by, offering to give us dances. I politely declined. A few minutes later, Julia whispered, “Okay, looks like something interesting is happening over there.”
I followed her eyes. Amanda was back out, as was Selena. They were once again dressed to tango. Amanda took the lead, speaking with the moneyed customer from earlier, who looked thrilled that she was back. A moment later, the couple rose. Selena linked her arm in the man’s, while Amanda guided his girlfriend or wife towards the back.
“Think the strapon will be present?”
“Uhh…”
“Look at him,” she said, speaking of the man with the beard. “He’s as smitten as you.” She nuzzled my neck. “He’s got that particular room wired. He’s like you, a total voyeur. Maybe that’s why she gets on with him so well.”
“I’m not like him.”
“Well, you’re not a drug lord, but let’s not paint everything with a large brush.”
He was a drug lord? That was a new piece of information.
Julia continued to mess with me, seemingly without realizing what she’d given up. “You at least have similar tastes in women.”
“Big-titted brunettes?” I said, repeating her own observation earlier.
Julia laughed. “Was going to say intelligent, strong-willed women with a hidden slutty side, but your description also works.” She put an arm around me, like we were a real couple. “You know we have access to that room’s recordings, too. We can even watch tonight’s performance.”
I licked my lips. My heart went wild. “So many questions. Isn’t that a bad idea? Also, not sure it’s legal—”
“I forgot, you’re a lawyer.” She kissed my nose. “I also forget how naive you can be. We do it to protect her, and also, maybe, learn a few things about the case. But don’t worry, none of it will end up in her file. We’ll destroy it all when we wrap the case up. Can’t have that sort of thing floating around.”
“I see.” I sort of did. I also only sort of heard her talking. I was watching the club boss slip out of the room, no doubt heading somewhere private to watch. “Can we go now?”
Julia looked at her watch. “Let me settle our tab. You wait right here, hubby.”
She got up. I stayed sitting, watching the stage and the current stripper without actually seeing any of it. My mind was on what was happening in the backroom. Was it just a show? Was it so much more?
Julia came back and guided me out of the club like I was an invalid. “Some night, huh?”
I just grunted.
Out on the street, I was shocked to see Misty standing there, now wearing a tight black dress, chatting with the bouncer. When she saw us, she lit up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Griff,” she said. To Julia: “All set?”
“What…?” I licked my lips, biting back the question that I knew I couldn’t ask.
“I made a little arrangement when I settled the tab,” Julia said. “The problem with strip clubs is that they’re all tease, no action.”
Misty looked at me. “You ready for some action?”
I was acutely aware of Griff’s eyes on me, watching this whole exchange. Could I really do this? Did Amanda know about this setup?
“He’s so cute,” Misty said to Julia.
“He always gets like this when I bring home a hot chick.”
A car rolled up, and the valet handed the keys to Julia. “Ms. Downing,” he said. She slipped him a bill, and then slipped into the front seat.
“Feel free to get in the back, you two. Don’t worry, Davey dear. We’re all good.”
I gulped, feeling numb… and turned on as hell. “Okay.” Feeling like I was being abducted, I got into the car, with Misty right behind me. “Gillian, I’m not so sure about this…”
Julia pulled away from the curb. She met my eyes in the rearview mirror, then looked at Misty. “Well, at least he used my alias’s name.”
“He did really well,” Misty said. “Probably a little too obsessed with Raven, but at least that’s consistent.”
“What’s…” I was so thrown off. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, right. David, meet Agent Mia Moore. Mia, you know David.”
“Agent?”
“He’s normally a little smarter than this,” Julia said. “A little…”
“He’s just shell-shocked,” Misty/Mia said. “Unless he’s disappointed that we’re not going to have a threesome.”
“Hmm…” Julia said. “That it, David? Mia might be game, and I’m definitely horny as hell.”
“No! No, no. That’s not it. Just… what’s going on?”
“What? You didn’t think we just put one busty brunette agent inside, on the off-chance that our mark picked her, did you? We needed to stack the deck a little.”
“Your wife did what I couldn’t. She caught his eye.”
“And his dick,” Julia said.
“Julia!” Mia said. “Not very appropriate to talk about the man’s wife like that—”
“Relax. He’s into it. Aren’t you, David?”
I wasn’t answering that. “So you were in on it the whole time?”
“I was in earlier than Amanda, but couldn’t quite make the impression.” She glanced at her reflection in the car’s window. “Have to say, as assignments go, it’s been pretty fucking hot.” Our eyes met in the reflection. “But then, I don’t have a husband at home.”
“Mia, could you put the hood on his head?” Julia asked.
Mia sighed.
“Wha—?”
I started to question what they meant by that when a black sack was thrown over my face. Suddenly, I saw only darkness.
End of Part 3. Part 4 releases Friday.
Comments
Kenny Wright
@Brad It's so fascinating to read these thoughts at this point. Keep reading and enjoy! And yes, some things will be smoothed during final publication.
Brad
Amanda is a cheating skank but is doing it with a purpose… not because she likes it. We are finding that she is liking it but that is different in my mind. She kept David in the dark for 2 reasons. One is good the other not so good. One is she wanted to shield David from what she was going to have to do and never tell him that she was a slut/whore. That is the Amanda who is the ultimate LEO professional UC. Now she is not telling David because she likes it and doesn’t want him to think less of her. While she has shared some, if she doesn’t come completely clean in the end there is no hope for them if David is the man I hope he is. I can forgive a lot with complete disclosure and proper apologies, regret, and contrition. Remember, Amanda didn’t do any of this because she wanted to be a slut/whore… she started it for noble reasons. She just found out she likes it.
Brad
Hmmmm. I think I agree with you. I think Amanda is very committed to David in her way. It’s just not necessarily the way David would want. I think she very much loves him in her way and KNOWS that he is good to her and for her. She KNOWS she couldn’t find anyone better. I am hoping that David gets to the “ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT” stage soon and gets it all sorted out. Julia is not helping matters any when she pushes David’s buttons. She needs to be reassuring him that Amanda is just playing a part, as well as Amanda does, and will come back to him. The way she is playing it is driving a wedge between them which will cause a rift and Amanda to freak out. There are 4 things that would make me walk away with no regret unless it was immediately fixed. The tattoo becomes real. She gets her nips and/or clit pierced. She really is taking drugs and gets hooked on them. She gets her tits enhanced to be bigger. That is one, however, that can’t be fixed. The scars alone will ruin her breasts. At this point I really like Amanda although she is right on the edge which I really need to love a story. There have been some excellent comments about how her character isn’t completely consistent that I hope KW fixes in the final publication.
D375
Well said, @hebridesdrifter! It's been fascinating reading everyone's opinions. The fact that the comment section has been so lively shows that Kenny is onto something here. I'm on tenterhooks to see how the story pans out.
Andrew Mellein
I think I'm invested in this story to see the steamy hot sex scene between David and Julia. Amanda is more a hotwife cypher as Raven with her numerous affairs. While Julia has bitchy personality and strange sex appeal. That I definitely want to see more of her in this story and future books.
@hebridesdrifter
As we all have some time to ruminate before the next release, I’ll throw in my two cents on where we find ourselves. Even though all of us joined this site because we’re avid KW fans, I still think it worth acknowledging how this series underscores his considerable skills. This is an unusual and riveting story with a bunch of characters who are at once shadowy and appealing. Amanda IS polarizing, but in the few scenes we’ve seen her with David she comes off devoted and loving. And, yes, she’s also been an active and enthusiastic participant in behavior that veers far outside acceptable married boundaries, however professionally “necessary “ it may be. Julia frequently comes across loathsome, but she strikes me as weirdly appealing and I have a theory that there’s something both sexy and disturbing brewing between her and David. Fascinating to see how that plays out. David has been a sort of reluctant and bewildered passenger on a long, strange trip, but I think he’s reached a breaking point and is on the verge of “ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT!” Havoc may follow. All in all it’s a great read and I anxiously await the next installment.
Kevin Goodman
I think it's fair to comment as ww go along. Our outlook is limited by what we know so far. I'm hoping we like Amanda more as we get to know her better. If not, I'm still really enjoying the journey so far
Chris K
I agree with Kevin. I also want to see how they work through her cheating (cause that's exactly what it is), and while she may be electric, she is anything but a good wife based on what we've seen so far. I'll try my best to resist any participation in the comments going forward
Kevin Goodman
Yeah, I agree. I love this story. I'd like David to voice some if his doubts to Amanda, but I understand why he hasn't. I'm looking forward to seeing how David and Amanda work through her cheating.
Kenny Wright
I don't expect to ever write stories that are universally enjoyed by all, or experienced by everyone. I'm at peace with the fact that not everyone's going to love Amanda (I personally think she's pretty electric). My job is to try to help you all see what David sees in her, and I'm realizing that you all may just not agree with those reasons. That's fine. I'm pretty pleased with how the book will end, though, and the shape of the final act.
Chris K
Everyone has a different perspective on what they deem acceptable in order to enjoy the story. I don't think anyone has bailed on Kenny because of this, we just want to feel the story a different way. If we want to hate on Amanda or love her, that's up to us individually. Don't tell us what the point of the story is or how to enjoy it. We all spew out ideas and KW may take them or not, but a fact is that we are all still reading. His stories get us engaged, and boy are we.
SmilingCoyote
Guys, there might be another way to view this. The number 12 is probably for impact. To make a point of how deep she went and how far. If it were 3 or 4 everyone would have been ok with it. The story is obviously a gritty one so I like it. This story is about “how deep” the line was crossed. I think one reader had a different approach….to see how far Amanda is going. We are definately on a roller coaster. So I think you might be disappointed if you wanted the ride to be gentle😊
Kevin Goodman
That's just the boss, what about the other 11 guys?
Andrew Mellein
Forgot about that.
Tracey52
There was nothing about them not practicing safe sex at least when PIV or PIA. Wasn’t there a box of condoms in the draw?
Nail
Yeah good point. "Stripper for a wife". Ty would indeed be the better husband in this role.
Andrew Mellein
I actually think David would be better with Julia. And Amanda would have been better with Ty. Remember how Ty was actually telling David it was O.K. Amanda/Raven was banging other guys. Ty is attracted to and likes that.
Donkatsu
Like flying Frankie Pantangela's brother over from italy for the Congressional hearings (Godfather II)? There is something more complex going on between Amanda and Julia than either has let on this far. Great series Kenny! But, really, the feds could use our doll, Angelica (Girlfriend and Bulls Eye).
Andrew Mellein
Yes. Also wouldn't she have a form of Stockholm syndrome for being In too Deep with her boss and all these shady individuals. Also shouldn't she get checked for sexually transmitted diseases. 12 guys! That's why I was also miffed last chapter. If I was David I would immediately ask if she is clean before fucking her. She could have a disease and passed on to stupid David!
Kevin Goodman
Now that it's been confirmed that the boss is a drug lord , I wonder how heavy Raven's drug use is. She must be using, right?
@hebridesdrifter
👍
Rich
Boom. Good thought @Chris K.I don’t see a mob boss being stupid enough to give information to a hot stripper, even if he has a thing for her. She has to establish a real emotional connection with him. It’s very difficult to fake that so it might be real, on the other hand if Amanda is good enough to fake that, then where does that leave David when she tells him how important he is to her? Then would be an absolute killer if that whole reunion conversation was, at least in part, a performance.
Brian Thornton
Wouldn’t that be perfect for his “hero’s journey“? Not being afraid, being decisive, no more being pushed around? For my money those tables are looking to be turned. And KW has done a great job making him sympathetic rather than being simply pathetic.
Nail
Totally agree Andrew. I am also struggling to connect with Amanda, whereas Julia is funny and a sadist. I also think so far Julia would make the better hotwife than Amanda, there is a disconnect between Amanda and David which has always been there based on flashbacks. I am honestly feeling more and more than this one does not have a HEA.
@hebridesdrifter
We’re just free forming here, but I like it. Blending the dark side of the distant past with the here and now, while picturing a sad-sack David. Still, I think he may turn the tables yet. Just don’t know with whom. 😏
Brian Thornton
Great thought. I love the imagery of Bogey’s fatalistic lisp as a voiceover, @Ihebridesdrifter. I had a similarly powerful reaction,. Except for me it evoked a vision of the Russian crime boss antagonist in the first JOHN WICK movie, and what he eventually brought on himself.
@hebridesdrifter
“He looked like the kind of guy with confidence bred from money. This was the man currently fucking my wife. He was tall and distinguished, late forties or early fifties maybe.” The dry, detached sort of narrative you’d hear in a ‘40s film noir movie. David, now so languid and resigned to his fate (picture a low-key lit Humphrey Bogart here) he simply downs a couple of quick shots, turns and walks away into the darkness. Fade to black.
Chris K
Sure, Amaven is a hot character. She just has no chemistry with her husband and as a reader I haven't found a reason yet to like her. (Except the dancing and sex scenes.)
Chris K
I agree Andrew. Julia is the lead here. When I think about her actions alone, and her justification of them, I feel like she is the worst wife I have ever read in erotica. And there have been some awful ones. (Looking at you Peter G. Johnson! Lol)
Andrew Mellein
I think she has taken the story away from Amanda. Where I like her character more. Plus she has all the great lines. To me Amanda is cold and unlikable. Plus at this point I don't care what happens to Amanda. She could have a train run on her and I wouldn't care as a reader.
Chris K
I don't think she's a double agent, but maybe "in too deep" with the boss and shielding him from the windfall of the case. Julia getting David involved could be her way of telling Amaven "look what you have to lose". (While also trying to get a piece of course!)
Andrew Mellein
Yes and with Mia. Make it a threesome.
D375
I'm with you Tracey. If those are the bosses clothes at Amanda/Raven's apartment then the FBI took another big chance by bringing David there. There's a possibility that the boss might have Amanda's place under surveillance or him just noticing differences around the apartment like clean sheets, or David shifting his clothes/belongings. In retrospect, should they have met at a FBI office or a safe house?
@hebridesdrifter
Yep. Aussie writer, same genre. And it IS amusing . . . Mia Moore/Mi Amor.
Tracey52
Must say, I’m confused as to what the operation gets out of Davey being there? Is it that it gives Julia a cover or possibly to get both David and Amanda settled because they see each other? Also the confirmation that the boss is fucking her regularly along with the wardrobe of clothes is gotta be tough on David. Doesn’t know where his head is at at the moment.
Andrew Mellein
Great chapter Kenny. The last chapter was like your "Red Wedding" (LOL)! This chapter made me love Julia. I would love a David- Julia hookup. I can read the sexual tension between them. My out of left field prediction that is probably not true-Amanda is a double agent and working for the mob. Why would she lobby for the job over Julia and get it and then immediately catch the boss's eye. Also she admitted to enjoying sex with those greasy criminals. It's probably not true but would be a curve ball and pretty dark.
Rubicon
Well David is definitely been thrown into deep end, enjoying the change from looking outside in, to be more involved in case. Kinda unrealistic for a agents husband to get thrown in like this but I’ll suspend disbelief since it’s an erotic thriller and all
Kenny Wright
This is an author, I take it? I just thought it was a funny agent name to have in erotica. There is no relation!
@hebridesdrifter
Agent MIA MOORE?? LOL.LOL.LOL. Well, she does write about threesomes a lot, so might be apropos. Very clever, Kenny.
D375
I'd love to get a flashback to the conversation between David and Julia in Amanda's apartment. Based on Julia's comments to Mia it doesn't sound like David stood up for himself. Either that or Julia continues to be a jerk. It would also be fun to have David successfully dominate Julia at some point.
D375
Bringing David to the club with a half-assed cover story seems shortsighted. This could blow the entire operation, no? If the club is wired for video ie. Julia saying, “You know we have access to that room’s recordings, too. We can even watch tonight’s performance.” wouldn't it be safer for him to see what's going on from a video?
Rich
You know that bit about not trusting Julia is nagging at me. As far as I can see Julia has been completely upfront with David all along. We're only about half way through so there's bound to be a whole lot more revelations. I'm wondering at this point if Amanda doesn't want him to trust Julia because there are things she has no intention of telling him that Julia knows. There was also that throw away line from the end of the last part "Amanda's very convincing isn't she?", makes me wonder what she was really talking about. Particularly if that apartment is wired and Julia listened to the whole thing. I mean David says Amanda doesn’t make snap decisions, and she goes straight from “I can’t take it anymore I’m pulling out” something she says she's been thinking for two weeks, back to heading out to the club, in two hours flat, without even mentioning that again, when David is clearly messed up, even if he is sort of going along with it. Interesting that.
Chris K
I hope he finds out that Amanda married that guy undercover! It also seems Julia seems to be the only one still focused on the operation...
Nail
Okay, I'll be honest here. I absolutely love Julia.
Kenny Wright
Good catch. Fixed.
quizkid
"pulled the wide of her thong out for me to slip the bill in" something is wrong with this sentence.
Kevin Goodman
Julia definitely wants to fuck David. I hope it happens soon
