In this chapter, the story takes an unexpected turn as Cole is forced to concede to the demands of a nefarious character to execute his new plan of keeping Jenna beyond the original three-week agreement that he made with her husband...
As has been the case in previous chapters this one will make more sense if you read the story from the beginning, but also like previous chapters, it is not a necessity to read those first, you'll enjoy it as a standalone too.
Any references to celebrities or real-life people or places are purely fictional. Any and all sexual situations regarding these individuals are consensual.
This chapter starts off the morning following the orgy at Paul Washington's mansion...
*****
Jenna awoke late in the morning in Cole's bed. She was naked and her head was pounding. There was a bottle of Tylenol, birth control placebos, and a note on the night stand. She picked it up, blinked several times, and read:
Jenna,
I went on a quick offshore fishing trip with some buddies. Feel free to enjoy the house anyway you choose. You're welcome to use the pool or the gym or anything else you want to do. You know where the closet is if you're looking for swim or workout wear. My only requirement is that you remain naked or wear the lingerie I've laid out for you when you are in and around the house.
I will not have cell phone coverage, so Carl is in charge. Please don't do anything to make him question your commitment to our agreement.
When you get hungry, use the phone on my nightstand. Dial "0" and either Maria or Juanita will pick up. You can order food and they'll have it waiting when you get downstairs. Mario will prepare dinner.
I left some Tylenol and birth control pills for you. I hope your head isn't pounding too bad, I know I was a little foggy this morning.
Get some rest, I can't wait to get back and spend more time with you!
Cole
Jenna rolled her eyes.
"I'm guessing 'spend more time with you' is code for 'fuck your brains out again'."
Nonetheless, Jenna was excited to know that she had some time to herself. She was still very tired and thought that a nice afternoon nap would be a great remedy for the way she was feeling at the moment.
As she lay in bed she thought back to the previous night. She quickly remembered her embarrassment from when they arrived at Paul Washington's mansion, "
OMG...Paul and Hank saw me covered in Cole's cum. Will they tell Ryan what they saw?"
Her heart was beating very quickly as she pondered the horrible thought, "
Shit, even if Ryan knows I'm fucking Cole, I wouldn't want him to hear any of the details, especially from his friend Hank Johnson Sr. or that asshole Paul Washington."
Jenna remembered meeting Gina and Monica and doing shots and snorting cocaine with them. She vaguely recalled Hank or Paul feeling her up as she sat on someone's lap. The details got very foggy from there.
She hazily remembered going to the playroom with the other two girls and bits and pieces of the stories they told. However her recollection of the rest of the night was gone. She blacked out at some point...
Ironically, blacked out was a good way to characterize the last several hours of her night. More accurately
blacked in and out
was even more appropriate, but she had no recollection of the orgy or the three-way with Paul and Hank.
Cole Steele owed both Paul Washington and Hank Johnson, Sr. a great debt for favors they'd done for him over the years, so giving them a night with Jenna Nielsen was his means for payback. A week earlier when he'd put his plan to seduce Jenna in motion, Cole reached out to set it up with each of them. As anticipated, Paul jumped at the chance. Hank was more reluctant based on his relationship with Ryan, Jenna's husband, but ultimately his loyalty to the brothers and his desire to fuck Jenna was too great for him to turn down the opportunity.
What Cole hadn't anticipated was his evolving feelings for Jenna. He was beginning to develop strong feelings for her and he was worried that if she remembered getting fucked by Paul and Hank she might hold it against him and foil his plan to win her over. It was too late to call off the orgy, so he resorted to drugging her instead. He was confident the booze and coke would blur her memory, but he slipped her a little something extra earlier in the evening to ensure it.
It worked like a charm.
For his part, Cole didn't exactly get the short end of the stick. Hank and Paul brought very worthy trading partners to the proceedings. On top of winning $200 for Jenna's pussy eating urgency, Cole enjoyed fucking the shit out of the other two gorgeous married women. However, when it was all said and done, Cole's feelings of jealousy and regret outweighed the pleasure provided by the other two hot wives. He resolved to not share Jenna with another man while she was in his control.
Unfortunately for him, his new sordid plan wouldn't succeed unless he did...
*****
As it turned out, Cole hadn't really gone on a fishing trip at all...
Instead he and Carl Swenson were meeting with Chief Steve Jones of the Pacific Palisades Police Department at a rarely used former jail on the north end of Los Angeles. Only the chiefs from northern Los Angeles area departments had access to the facility. It didn't get much usage these days, but because it was off the media radar, certain departments used it for interrogation and an occasional "attitude adjustment". Chief Steve Jones used it more than anyone else.
One might wonder why the chief of an affluent beachside community would have the need for a clandestine jail facility. The fact was Chief Steve Jones was a dirty cop and he used the facility whenever it benefited him personally. Captain Randy Sayers was in charge of the facility and the small staff of officers who worked there. Sayers was a big burly cop who had come from Compton and was just as filthy as Chief Jones. Captain Sayers had looked the other way or taken numerous payoffs as Jones conducted countless nefarious business activities at the facility.
Steve Jones' dad had been a decorated cop in Los Angeles. The younger Jones had made his name on the tough gang streets of East LA. Unlike his father, he watched and learned how many other unscrupulous officers used the badge to further their self-interests. He never had the same moral compass that made his dad so successful, but he knew how to get what he wanted and he moved up the ranks quickly.
Jones learned that it wasn't always what you knew, but better, who you knew, and what you were willing to do to accomplish your objective. He had snitches and informants that he either paid or threatened, who constantly fed him information that helped him make numerous busts and garner regular department recognition. He made lieutenant by the time he was 25.
Jones brought down several mid-level drug dealers and gang leaders in his first 5 years on the job. He soon became someone who the bad guys realized would be better working for them than against them. One of the up and coming Columbian dealers in the area invited him to a secret meeting to discuss "business" in East LA. The man's name was Carlos Juarez. Jones was nervous to meet him privately, but agreed to do so nonetheless as he figured it was better to know your enemy than not.
They met at one of Juarez's private hideaways. Being the maverick that he was, Lieutenant Jones hadn't told any of his colleagues where he was going or who he was meeting with. Both men were surprised at the age of the other. It turns out they were born three months apart and were both only 26. In spite of the tender nature of their discussion, they found that they liked each other and spent almost 3 hours talking about the drug and gang landscape in East LA.
Juarez and Jones both had an affinity for Cuban cigars and brandy. Juarez quickly figured out that Jones was not the "Lone Ranger" hero that some had made him out to be. He was rough around the edges and Juarez suspected he had vices. Carlos excused himself and called one of his guys to send some girls to join them, "I have a strong feeling that Lieutenant Jones will be one to take the bait!" Juarez said to his man on the other end of the line.
Juarez returned to the room and poured another round of brandy. Jones said he should be going soon, but Juarez could read right through him and quickly determined Jones was more blow-hard than bulldog, "What's your hurry lieutenant, the night is young and I have a feeling it's about to get a lot more exciting."
Moments later the door opened and three beautiful young Mexican girls entered. The mood in the room changed quickly as upbeat Spanish music began to play and the girls began to flirt, laugh and dance with both of them. Juarez pulled out a bottle of tequila and poured a round of shots for everyone. He said to Jones, "They are all legal age for what matters most, but you aren't going to bust me for contributing to the delinquency of minors are you?"
Jones obviously got the veiled reference; Juarez was telling him they were all 18 but not 21.
"I don't even think that's a law in all 50 states!" Jones said with a laugh.
"Ah, good point lieutenant!" The 5 of them downed the shots and Juarez poured another round. The more booze that flowed, the less clothing the girls kept on. After 45 minutes, Juarez excused himself to head to the john. He went upstairs instead and entered the room where his right hand man, Jaime Gonzalez, was already watching the proceedings on a big screen from cameras around the room where Jones and the girls were fooling around.
All three girls were now down to bras and panties. Juarez complemented Gonzalez for his lineup, "Shit they practically look like triplets!" Juarez said to him. "When did they come on board?"
