Warning! This story is interracial and contains mind control and cheating and a very evil woman. Read my biography first please. And if you have constructive comments or critics, send my the feedback! Do not leave them on the comment board just so you can feel like a superior writer. Hope you enjoy.
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George Grissom headed up the narcotics department in his police station. But he did more than that. He had once worked in nearly every area and department in the place. As a former field officer and detective, now he was next in line to become Captain of the location. He was also a married man with two kids.
Today was a very big day for his team. They had brought in a notorious crime lord's girlfriend for questioning. This wasn't the first time they had brought her in. Her name was Charnel Simone, she was black and she was immeasurably voluptuous. It was easy to see why her powerful boyfriend had chosen her as his playmate. Charnel's boyfriend was suspected in drug trafficking, money laundering, murder and half the crimes in the city.
"Charnel... We know you're not telling us all you know. We can offer you protection. Just tell us what you've seen and all will be taken care of." George's long time friend and former partner, Bill, was doing the questioning. It was his case, George just oversaw the proceedings. He had been trying to bring down the guy for years. Bill believed Charnel's boy to be more powerful than suspected, like he was some type of kingpin.
"I've told you all I know officers, all I've seen. We've been over this before. My boyfriend is innocent. You have no evidence and no eye witnesses. Just lay off, look somewhere else." She eyed George with her dark eyes. They were near hypnotic. He could tell she knew more than she was saying. But he had a feeling that there was even more beneath her surface.
"Well every time we do look somewhere else, someone ends up dead. And it all seems too convenient for you and your boyfriend." Bill replied.
"What makes you think that with what I've told you that I'm involved?" she asked a little surprised.
"We've got some new evidence... and the new word on the street is that your boyfriend is nothing more than a high paid thug working for someone called... the Black Queen." This was new information to George, which was a reason why he let Bill do all the questioning. It was his case.
Charnel looked upset. Bill had hit a button. "That sounds rather bizarre... A thug working for a woman?" she responded and regained her composure.
"At this point... We're ready to believe anything." Bill got back.
"Well, you're barking up the wrong tree." Ms. Simone said. She looked the hands of both the officers. They both had wedding rings on.
Bill looked to George. It was obvious that they weren't going to get any further. George nodded to Bill. "Okay Ms. Simone, you are free to go..." she got up from her seat and gathered her things. "Oh and just for your information... we do have a witness." Bill lit the fire that would be his entire precinct's undoing. But it usually worked. Their station was the best at protecting witnesses and by telling suspects in the past, it helped them catch the criminals in the act or coming after the witness.
Charnel paused. She looked like she was thinking about who it could be until she figured it out. The voluptuous black woman looked to George and Bill again. "You boys picked me up... the least you can do is take me home." She eyed George.
"I'll take her. George has more important things to do." Bill took charge for his friend. George had to go home and send the babysitter home, make dinner for his children; they were only 2 and 3 years old and his wife was out of town. Charnel looked disappointed. She looked like she wanted to pout like a little girl who suddenly had to do a chore. Then she stared into Bill's eyes.
"Lead the way officer." She smiled. George sensed that something was amiss with her. She knew something. But for George it would have to wait. Bill led Charnel to his car and drove off. George got into his car five minutes later and started his drive home.
On the way towards his house, he couldn't help but daydream. Charnel oozed sex all around her. George had never really been attracted to black women but he had to admit to himself, if he wasn't married and didn't work for the police, he would fuck her in a second. She had a juicy round ass, but not ass big as most black men would prefer. She carried a very large pair of tits that she always showed off, including today. George thought of how they were bigger than his wife's. He tried to shake his adulterous thoughts from his head when he pulled into his driveway.
A few hours later after George had put his children to bed he thought that it might be a good time to call Bill again. He dialed his cell phone number. George had tried to reach him twice earlier in the evening but got no response. The phone rang and rang.
"Hello George." It was Bill.
"Hey Bill, where you been? I called you twice already. You always pick up. What kept you?" George asked.
"I was... preoccupied." He said back to his boss and friend.
"Okay... what can you tell me about our witness and where we are going next?" George asked.
"Nothing, George. Nothing I can tell you now will make you understand. But you will understand, George. You will understand very soon." Click! Bill hung up on his friend. George was visibly concerned. Bill didn't sound like himself.
Ding dong! George's doorbell rang. Strange, he thought. He wasn't expecting anyone, especially at this hour.
George walked to his front door and opened it. There stood Charnel Simone, and she was dressed to kill. The sexy black woman wore a bright long-sleeve solid yellow dress that clung to her hourglass figure. The hem went down to the top of her knees while the top showed off the dark valley between her big luscious black tits. She wore matching heels that made her stand up taller than George.
"Hello Mr. Grissom... Can I come in?" she asked. George looked her up and down. Her long black hair was done up nicely on top of her head.
"How did you know where I live?" George asked. This was very peculiar.
"Your friend, Bill, told me. I told him that I would talk to you. I would give you my secrets, answer your questions. I just didn't want to do it in the police station." Charnel responded with a light smile. George could sense she was up to something.
"Bill gave you directions to my house?" George asked the redundant question. This is what Bill must have meant on the phone. He must have been upset over the fact that Charnel was only willing to talk with George and not himself. George would break the case, not Bill. "Well if this is the way it has to happen, then so be it. Come on." He motioned her inside his home. "We need to keep things quiet, my children are asleep upstairs."
"That might be difficult..." She strode past him. George couldn't help but stare at her ripe round ass. Charnel seemed to add a sexy sway in her walk as she moved to the family room couch. It was a good thing that George's wife wasn't home. She may not have stood to have such a desirable woman and affiliate of a suspected criminal in the house. "When you hear what I have to say."
"What do you have to say?" George moved behind her and sat down on the couch opposite hers.
"I'll answer your questions... but first you have to answer mine." Charnel smiled. There was a hint of evil in her tone. George didn't like where this was going, but he knew that as a protector of the innocent he had to pursue it.
"What questions?"
