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The Jewel Of Desire Ch 14

The Jewel Of Desire Ch 14

by absolutelywicedthoughts
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Chapter 14

Joyce Lee, known to her friends and colleagues as Joy, had been a paralegal for almost seven years. She'd been fortunate to be working for a law firm on the rise. It had been languishing for the last six years under their founder and CEO Eric Blumenthal. Once he made his first million dollars, he seemed content to sit back and enjoy the good life. Once a ferocious defender of the weak and underrepresented, he was corrupted by the millions of dollars he could earn by turning a blind eye to certain matters. Eventually turning to service multinational corporations who paid much more money for half the work and court time. While his junior partners and associates worked on cases that kept the firm solvent.

It wasn't until one of the partners, who'd been expected to retire at the end of the year, caught fire and became the firm's "rainmaker" did the firm turn out of their death spiral and become one of Las Vegas' hottest law firms.

Being that partners paralegal, Joy not only reaped the benefits but was profoundly changed in many ways, too. Having been bisexual most of her life, Joy was hesitant to engage with her boss, Dolores Newman when she became curious about sex with women. She didn't know what to think when asked. Her first thoughts were that the old girl had marriage problems and was looking to spice things up. But for some reason she was convinced to help her boss through this crisis. When they became lovers she believed it was going to be short-lived to help her get to the other side. She was stunned to learn that her hot husband was into sharing and soon she was fucking women exclusively, and her boss' husband whenever he was around.

That's when her tiny titties began to grow from "A" cups to double "D" cups. At first she was concerned, had anyone heard of something like this happening? It had been dubbed the "Carl Effect" or something stupid like that. It was damn inconvenient and expensive as her tits continued to grow. At least now it had slowed. Her boss, mistress Dee was kind enough to compensate her with a clothing allowance. Fortunately, it was only her breasts the grew, while her abs tightened, and her body compensated for the changes. Her back muscles grew stronger, and her gym workouts seemed to provide three times the benefits than before. She had begun law school, since things settled down a bit and the new wealthy clients allowed the firm to hire more paralegals and junior attorneys. Her role became more administrative. She did miss the occasional hard cock; she'd relish before all this happened. Now she considered herself a lesbian unless her master wanted to fuck her. But there was plenty of pussy and she didn't want for playmates. Life was good, she thought as the firm's newest paralegal licked her pussy from her place under her desk as she reviewed the brief she'd prepared.

Her mistress Dee Newman said she'd be in early and there'd be some major changes before the end of the day. She gave her a list of documents to prepare. Joy had to say that she was excited and eager for the much-needed changes.

Rising from her chair, as her last climax faded she helped her naked paralegal up. The perky blonde with "A" cup tits kissed her superior as Joy fingered her pussy, then wiped her fingers on her close-cropped landing strip. Sometimes she missed her pubic hair, too.

"Good work on the brief and eating my pussy. You're becoming very good at cunglingus. Are you sure you're new at this? I'm sorry I don't have time to reciprocate, raincheck?"

"You know it!"

"Good. It's going to be a busy day. We'll likely have to meet at home, it depends on how the day goes. Get dressed and scoot."

She kissed the tall blonde and slapped her on her cute narrow ass.

~

It wasn't easy, and he didn't like it, but he needed to learn from Sandy and Kim what led to their mental kidnapping. Although they didn't know all the names, the girls knew enough that even a novice detective like him could track the culprits back to their origins. He'd learned to use his power to quickly get the information he needed, then remove their knowledge of their meeting and disclosure of information.

It was a large operation, much larger than he suspected. He didn't need the top guy, just the lieutenant that made the decision to grab his girls. Was it a coincidence that the home of the culprit was not far from Gail's uncle Joe Tyson's home in Lake Las Vegas? Was he involved? He didn't want to know. He made the call to the security company, not remembering the name, "water-something".

"Yeah, I've found the birthday boy and texted the name and photo. He's to have an accident, make it good. The fewer witnesses the better."

"Understood."

The call disconnected and as far as Carl was concerned the deed was done.

The next day a boating accident was reported in the

Review Journal

, the victim a wealthy tycoon with ties to a food manufacturer.

~

Local law enforcement consulted with the private firm's representative. What wasn't reported was the accidental death was a key witness in the investigation of international sex trafficking. With the untimely demise of the asset the investigation would be setback months.

Carmen

had been working with her partner

Maria

for over a year in the Las Vegas area. They were certain that their man's identity was safe. No one knew of his cooperation including himself. As agents of "JSI" also known as

John Smith Inc

. they had a few special gifts and skills few others could match.

"Does he know?"

"Probably."

"Did you tell him?"

"I'm not going to tell him, it happened on your end."

"You're the lead."

"Like that means anything, as if you'd follow my instructions."

"Well, someone's got to tell him."

"I'm telling you; he already knows."

Just then both of their phones chimed. It was him.

"See I told you..."

Carmen said as they picked up their phone and answered simultaneously.

"Yes mas...er...sir. We're here."

"We don't know how he was discovered. It may have been something else. As you know he was into all kinds of kinky stuff. It could have been a jealous husband or wife. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. On it!"

"Well, you heard him. It's time to get up and do some serious investigating."

"I know but it was my turn to come!"

Maria, I swear...sometimes working with you is like working with a child."

"A child who's a consenting adult."

Laughing Carmen acquiesced. She did enjoy making Maria cum. She gently pulled her legs open and ran her tongue between her glistening labia lips. Circling she traced the area separating the minor and major carefully avoiding the piercing and finally arriving at her enlarged clit. Maria was panting. Carmen was so good at eating her pussy. She began flicking her tongue against the swollen nubbin and it was just what Maria needed. She squealed as she came to a very satisfying conclusion. She played with Carmen's nipples and let her hand fall to her wet pussy.

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"No, we have orders."

Carmen cautioned her. "

He's going to know, and he'll be annoyed. We can play some more once we've solved this small mystery."

The diamond jewel in her labia glowed as brightly as did Maria's, collecting the sexual energy they released and was absorbed, ready for transfer back to their master. They showered together, keeping their hands to themselves. Dressing in complimenting white outfits and dark sunglasses, they drove out to the Lake Las Vegas community.

With their unique set of skills, mind reading and persuasion, what vampire enthusiasts would know as "glamouring". Getting to the bottom of this mystery would be the easy part. Carmen and Maria weren't vampires. They came up through the ranks of JSI and became two of John Smith's most reliable agents. Also, they were drop-dead gorgeous tall Latinas who spoke six languages. (Learn more by reading

"A Gift from My Father"

&

"John Smith Inc."

)

Despite the local police already on the scene, they pretended to also be investigators. No one asked to see badges or the agency they represented. They watched the security video from the marina, talk to the employees who were on duty at the time, and probing their minds obtained many details the police hadn't discovered. They learned of a suspicious man who boarded the vessel just before it pulled from the dock. The police weren't able to verify such a man existed. But it wasn't long before the pair had a name to go with the face.

Leaving with a copy of the video and using facial recognition software, they learned the man in question worked for a security company named "Whitewater". A quick trip to downtown Las Vegas they were able to meet the man. Introducing themselves as HR executives on assignment he was quickly captivated by their charms and beauty. While asking HR questions like if he'd completed the annual sexual harassment training and other typical questions, they probed his mind. They learn everything they needed to know. The identity of the billionaire he worked for, the job he'd done on behalf of their boss's friends and his identity.

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing special about Carl Newman. He was a tenured professor of Geology at the University of Las Vegas, (UNLV). He was nearing retirement. Married to Dolores Newman for over forty years. She's a partner at an up-and-coming Las Vegas law firm, she too was nearing retirement. They both were avid tennis players and club champions. They were pillars in their community, church members and solid citizens.

"So why would a geology professor want to kill a lieutenant in the international sex trafficking organization?"

Carmen asked out loud.

Maria downloaded a photo from the university website.

"Hey, I remember this guy."

Carmen said.

"Remember that orgy we did a few weeks ago for that guy Tyson. This guy was there with his wife and Tyson's niece."

Maria acknowledged seeing a guy that looked like him but was much younger.

"Interesting what about his wife...Dolores?"

Maria's fingers flew over the keyboard. She confirmed what they already knew, a partner at one of the city's top law firms according to the Nevada State Bar Association.

"There she is. It says she sixty-five."

"Pull up the video we took at the orgy."

Carmen pulled it up on her laptop and gave a physical description of who they were looking for.

"There she is! Damn. She's hot, but she's not sixty-five. At least not now."

"Find Newman, the husband."

"There he is! Whoa! He's got the body of Michael Phelps in his prime!"

"I think we better get the boss on the phone."

~

It was the day she'd been looking forward to and dreading. Her husband, Dr. Amir Sharivar was a surgeon at Lenox Hill Hospital on the Upper East Side of Manhattan in New York City. He was getting his affairs in order before joining her in Las Vegas where he had accepted the job as Chief of Surgery at University Medical Center.

It had been months since she'd seen him in the flesh, they'd been married for just under five years. As much as she was looking forward to seeing him, she was dreading it. She'd been seduced and now owned. She had a wonderful master and mistress, whom she loved and worshiped. It wasn't something she planned. She'd been chosen and there was nothing she could do about it. Now she had to tell him, and it meant the end of their marriage and her dreams of raising a family. She wiped a tear from her eye.

The thing was, she was happy. Despite it not being her choice, she was no longer lonely. She had found many sisters in a similar position, and they fucked and made love all the time. She love her sapphic life and when she had time with her master nothing was better. Still there was sadness.

He called from the airport when his plane landed, he was renting a car and would be there directly. From the airport to her Mountain Edge home usually took no more than twenty minutes. She kissed her neighbor Mary Sue good-bye. They'd helped each other get through tough times. Mary Sue had fallen for Tarlan, but the feeling wasn't mutual. Tarlan hadn't told her about her situation, although she was tempted to tell her on many occasions. Mary Sue thought her friend was torn between admitting her lesbianism and her marriage. Being alone and discovering she like women, was scary enough. Coming out to your husband of five years was an entirely different matter. So, she promised to check on her afterwards to make sure she was okay.

Sitting in her living room, she watched as the rental car pulled up in front of Tarlan's home. A tall thin dark man climbed out in a business suit and jogged up to the house and waited for the door to open. She watched Tarlan open the door and embrace her husband. They kissed. When they broke the kiss she gently pulled him inside and closed the door.

~

With the messy business of putting a hit on a man and seeing the result of those actions on the nightly news was surreal, almost as if he'd been in a scene from a mob movie. The guy deserved it. Now he could go back to fucking and finding more people for the jewel. But, to what end? He was being controlled just like all the people he'd been controlling. He couldn't think about that now. One of his girls, Dr. Tarlan Sharivar needed his help. Her husband was arriving from New York in less than an hour. She needed his help in explaining why they needed to end their marriage. He was going to be late.

~

Mary Sue paced back and forth on her floor. She wished she could have stayed there to support her friend and lover. But this was a private matter between a husband and wife, Tarlan had insisted. She'd be there to pick up the pieces and offer a shoulder to cry on and a pussy to eat. She frowned. There she was thinking about herself, again. She was a horrible person.

~

It was awkward. They'd never been very handsy. It was an arranged marriage. They met the first time when they were children, only nine years old. It was the way things were done back home in Iran. She showed her husband around the home she'd purchased. It was different from when she used "Facetime". He seemed impressed by what she'd done in the short time they'd been separated. Reluctantly, she explained her plans for the second bedroom when asked. It was supposed to be the nursery. He too seemed a bit upset by that disclosure, but he didn't express it.

It was after the dinner hour and she didn't know if he would be hungry, nevertheless she'd prepared a small bowl of Borani, a traditional Iranian appetizer prepared with yogurt and spinach. It was one of his favorites. He smiled and sat at the small kitchen table as she dished up two small bowls. Something was bothering her. He didn't have any luggage or even a small gift for her. He seemed to be uneasy, he'd not even shed his coat, like he was going to stay. Did he know? Had she been found out?

~

When a second car arrived and a young man looking to be very fit wearing a print shirt and kaki's jumped out the car trotting to the door, Mary Sue couldn't imagine who that was or why he was there. Perhaps it was Tarlan's attorney. She was smart, she'd need a good attorney to handle her divorce. He knocked on the door and Tarlan seemed surprised. She almost bowed as she let him in.

"What the fuck?"

Mary Sue said aloud.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She was going over there. She'd make an excuse. She needed to borrow a cup of sugar.

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"Did anyone still dot that?"

It didn't matter she was going. As she was about to turn up the walkway she noticed the rental car was running. He hadn't turned it off. The A/C was running. She looked in the passenger seat and saw a blonde woman looking to be in her twenties.

"That asshole. He had another woman. He wasn't planning to stay. He didn't bring any luggage, or flowers."

Mary Sue was going to hurt him. Tarlan would be crushed.

~

"I'm sorry I'm late. Las Vegas traffic can be unpredictable,"

he stretched out his hand to Dr. Amir Sharivar, who respectfully accepted pumping it twice.

"What have I missed?"

Carl noticed the absence of any luggage, fresh flowers or box of candies.

Taking the lead, Amir explained that they'd only begun getting reacquainted and asked what his role was in this meeting, suspicious that Tarlan may have taken a lover in his absence. As if taken back, Carl feint surprise.

"I'm sorry, aren't we here to discuss the property value and its suitability? Or perhaps one of the other homes we looked at would be more suitable? Perhaps one closer to the university?"

"So, you're a realtor?"

"Of course..."

he replied looking to Tarlan with a surprised look on his face.

"What's the current market value of this home?"

Before Carl could answer, Mary Sue barged in and asked.

"Perhaps a better question would be whose the blonde woman waiting in your rental?"

Mary Sue caught everyone off guard. Her mere presence was intimidating.

"You remember the hot young thing in the white mustang you arrived in."

Offended and seeking time to think, Amir attacked.

"Who is this...this person?"

Unsure she was a woman or a transsexual.

"I get that a lot",

she said as she approached Amir, with hostile intent.

He retreated putting the large couch between them. Putting the pieces together Tarlan spoke.

"Just a minute Amir. This is my neighbor and friend Mary Sue."

She turned to her and asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"His car is still running, because the A/C is on. There's a blonde woman in the car. Who is that, Amir?"

He was trapped.

"I didn't want to tell you like this, Tarlan. But I'm not moving here to Las Vegas. I'm staying in New York. I want a divorce. You can have this house. I don't want it. I don't want you anymore."

Her eyes grew wide, as she thought of all the things she'd done because he'd asked her to. She could have stayed in New York City; she was happy there. She had friends and a life there. She was trying to be a good wife.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You're a coward. You've always been a coward. You could have told me months ago that you wanted out of our marriage. No. You let me believe you were coming here to continue our life together. But you brought your girlfriend here to this city. Las Vegas, sin city, for a little playtime. You didn't even try to pretend you were coming home to me. You didn't even bring in a suitcase. Fine, I'm better off without you anyway."

She was angry and wanted to cry, but she wouldn't give him "the satisfaction".

That was all Mary Sue needed to hear.

"Well, I've heard enough. Okay Amir, I think it's time you left."

She lunged after him, catching his sports coat, which he quickly shed, leaving it hanging in Mary Sue's hand. With the pathway to the door clear he ran for it.

"You want me to mess him up a bit, Tarlan?"

"No...it's okay."

She said.

"I'm going to make sure he leaves,"

Mary Sue said running out behind him.

"If you like I could turn him gay. He'd make a good gay man."

Carl said smiling.

That made Tarlan laugh. She didn't say no. He opened his arms and Tarlan accepted her masters embrace. As he held her close and stroked her face, she was becoming more and more aroused.

When Mary Sue returned and saw them embracing, she assumed he was taking advantage of Tarlan and challenged him.

"What the fuck is this?"

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