(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story is a bit different from my usual fare. To be clear, this is a story where the woman cheats on her man. But a lot of my usual themes are present. There is betrayal, seduction, and heartbreak. It features huge tits and big cocks. And don't expect a happy ending. This is a story about cops and criminals... such stories aren't always pretty. The good characters have shades of darkness, and the bad have shades of appeal. One other thing to point out, as it has come up from time to time, the villain of this story is quite arrogant. Over the years, I've noticed some readers bristle at characters like that, so be warned. If you don't enjoy stories featuring arrogant antagonists, this story won't be for you. So, for those who think they can handle a story like this, go forward.
Additionally, this story is a LONG one, even for me. You have my permission to skip around if you don't want to get too in the weeds. This story is a slow-burn over multiple chapters that ratchets up the tension until it explodes. Not every chapter features sex, but there are heated moments throughout that build up to the main event. If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, just don't say you weren't warned.)
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Port Metro was one of the largest, most densely populated cities on the east coast, and even in the best of times, crime had been a serious problem. Everything from gangs, random street violence, drugs, all the way up to a deeply entrenched mob presence, crime had been part of the city's lifeblood from its founding. Corruption bled through every level of it, from government to law enforcement. But in the last decade or so, things were seemingly looking up. Crime statistics were leveling off, and that entrenched corruption was slowly being rejected by a younger, more idealistic generation.
This culminated in the election of a popular progressive mayor, Julio Chapin, who prided himself on being free of mob influence, unlike some other candidates. Chapin wanted to take a strong position against crime, as opposed to decades of mayors who'd looked the other way. He promised to take a stand against the mob, root out corruption at all levels, and clean up his city. He spoke with a passion that developed a huge following in a metropolis that had a history of doing everything it could to avoid confronting its own deeply ingrained issues, culminating in his upset victory in the mayoral election. Things were looking up. The sun was shining a little brighter. People were starting to believe that their city could be better.
That's what made the news that came over the police radio at around 1 AM such a punch in the gut.
Dispatch wasn't supposed to get into specifics like this over the radio, but it was such shocking news that it couldn't be contained. Mayor Chapin had collapsed in a hotel room. The ambulances had been called, and the police were following just behind them. But by the tone of the woman who called in the panicked 911 call, it didn't sound good. Mayor Chapin's platform had inspired a lot of ire among those who he vowed to fight against, so the fact that an otherwise healthy man in his forties might have dropped dead made alarm bells go off, most suspecting foul play.
Luckily, two of the best detectives in the city were on the case.
Detective Joel Hendricks was the first to arrive at the Colosseum Grand, one of the biggest luxury hotels in the city. He'd been out in the city talking to a witness, and he'd just returned to his cruiser at the time the emergency had been called in. By sheer luck, he was only a couple of blocks away, pulling up at the front of the hotel as the ambulances arrived. His partner had been doing work at the precinct at the time, and he didn't wait for her, wanting to lay eyes on the crime scene while it was still fresh.
Joel was a distinguished detective, equally dedicated to his work and to justice. But that dedication took its toll on his personal life, leading to a divorce, which caused him to throw himself into his job with even more zeal. He was tall and in very good shape. Even though he was 36, the stress of the work had aged him a little, an otherwise handsome face having marks of aging, with eyes looking a bit sad and haunted due to the shit he'd had to deal with over the years. Additionally, his short, slightly curly brown hair was noticeably thinning. Some people seemed to think these signs of being worn down made him weak-willed and vulnerable, but nothing could be further from the truth. He was intense and passionate, and his background in the Navy meant he could handle himself physically if it ever came to that. This was a guy who'd been part of some of the biggest criminal takedowns in the city's history over the almost 15 years he'd been working in the force, so he was not one to be looked past.
Unfortunately for him, nearly everyone he came across while on duty looked past him to admire his partner, but that was beside the point.
Joel rushed through the spacious lobby. The hotel was one of the finest in Port Metro, and it looked the part. It was no surprise that the Colosseum Grand had a Roman theme, with thick columns lining the lobby that evoked the hotel's namesake. The floors were stone, and everything had that level of polish that only the ritziest places had.
Joel caught sight of another officer on the other side of the lobby near the elevators and weaved his way towards him. The other cop was relieved to see Detective Hendricks. Joel was widely regarded as one of the best, and in a situation like this, he was the man you wanted on the case.
"What happened?" Joel asked, as he entered an elevator with the uniformed officer. The kid's name tag read "Napolitano."
"The mayor was having drinks at the hotel bar with some coworkers," Officer Napolitano said quickly and nervously to the renowned older detective. "He ended up retreating to a room with a woman he met at the bar." At this, Joel shook his head. Mayor Chapin was a married man, and there were so many stories about the strength of their marriage. To hear that he'd snuck off with another woman... that was an added complication he didn't want to have to deal with. "Twenty, thirty minutes later, the call came in. The woman he was with in his hotel room made the 911 call, said he collapsed. Ambulances arrived a few seconds before you did. Probably in the other elevator. Me and my partner were across the street when the call came in. My partner's still upstairs trying to save the poor guy."
"How's it look?" Joel asked. The younger cop shook his head, a grim warning that it didn't look good. The elevator door opened, and they marched down the hall. Joel scanned the area quickly, committing everything to his memory. Napolitano pointed the detective towards the room, opting to hang back and stay out of the fray.
It was a nice room, all things considered. Classy and well-furnished, the room kept up the hotel's theme with some of the paintings on the wall and adornments throughout. In front of him was a smooth, round, black glass table, streaked with droplets of water. But his eyes quickly went to the crowd near the bed.
A group of paramedics were surrounding the collapsed man on the floor, attempting to save his life. They were giving it their all, clearly wanting to save this figure who inspired so many. Joel had never seen the mayor in person, only in pictures or on TV, so it was strange to see his lifeless form on the floor in front of him. He wasn't responding to anything the paramedics were doing. It didn't look good.
They began to rearrange things in order to load him onto a gurney. Joel marveled at what a well-oiled machine they were, working in unison. It didn't take long for them to have him loaded up, and Joel was forced to step further into the room to get out of the way. The room was suddenly quieter and emptier, as there were only three other people in the room. The officer nearest to him, Napolitano's partner, was doing work to appraise the crime scene. On the far side of the room was another officer, and beside him, seated on the floor, a coat pulled over her body, was a young woman, rattled by what had just happened. Clearly, this was the girl who'd come up to this room with the mayor. The one who made the 911 call.
The obvious suspect.
Hearing some noise from the hallway, Joel marched out to check it, only to see a small crowd forming. Mostly officers, some crime scene guys, but there were also some guests from nearby rooms wondering what the commotion was all about. And additionally, word had reached the press, but his fellow officers were holding them back. But then suddenly, from the middle of the crowd, a familiar face emerged. His partner.
Detective Monica Palmer.
She turned heads wherever she went. Gorgeous, with creamy smooth skin, long brown hair, and an incredible body, she looked spectacular without having to try. Upon seeing her, most assumed she was a model, as they'd never seen a cop who looked as good as her. But one glance from her icy, focused eyes would dissuade you of such notions. She was all business, and everyone knew it.
