Crimson

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen, unless otherwise specified.

Pt. 2 The Precinct

I left Reggie’s office with Morgan. I told her to meet me at the casino, but I didn’t know how long I would be. I exchanged numbers with her in case I needed to reach her, because I didn’t want her with me when I walked into the precinct. The less I stood out, the better.

I walked into my office and everyone acted the same. I don’t know what I was expecting. No one else knew my life changed overnight. My Lieutenant greeted me and complimented me on my shave, but told me to get a clean shirt next time. Yep, everything was normal.

I took the elevator to the top floor where the brass had their offices. The Captain’s office was the largest on the floor and actually comprised multiple offices separated from the rest by a long hallway. I had only stepped foot on this floor a handful of times, and stepping off the elevator made me uncomfortable.

Another Lieutenant greeted me, “What brings you to the ivory tower, detective?”

This was Lieutenant Jordan Taylor. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. She joined the force right out of high school and was one of our more decorated officers and was always nice to me. I can’t find one bad thing to say about her. She has brunette hair that she wore up, but styled it so it came down to her collar. I only saw her in uniform, so I couldn’t tell you what she looked like beyond professional and blue.

“I was told the Captain wanted to see me.” I responded, trying to smile. Truth was, I didn’t want to be there. The Captain was a VIP member of Crimson, which meant he was most likely an asshole. However, I never had a conversation with him, so I had no way of knowing. If he was anything like Reggie, he was privileged and spoiled. I was certain he would tell me I still worked for the department, and he didn’t care if Reggie picked me for something important. Just like Reggie, I was expecting him to exert his dominance over me like a dog. I just hoped he didn’t hump my leg.

I walked down the long hallway that ended with his cluster of offices. One side was lined with windows, and the other with awards and pictures of the precinct in years past. I looked at a few as I walked, taking a trip through the history of the police in our city.

At the end of the hall was an open area with the Captain’s secretary seated behind a large desk. I introduced myself and she told me he was expecting me. I stood there, not sure what I should do, and she looked at me funny then said, “You can go in detective.”

She grimaced like she thought I was stupid. Hell, I probably came across that way. I was out of my depth on this floor and I’m sure everyone knew it. Honestly, I’ve been out of my depth since the limo ride with Reggie. I didn’t know what I was doing, or even if I wanted to do whatever it was I was supposed to. If that sounds confusing, and you don’t understand what I’m trying to say, that’s ok; I didn’t know myself.

I opened the large ornate wooden door emblazoned with the police logo and stepped through. Captain Steven Evans sat behind his oak desk, surrounded by bookshelves, awards, medals, and various figurines and nick knacks representing the city’s police department. I couldn’t lie; he was a handsome man. I put his age around mid-fifties, but they trained me to be observant. Anyone else would have thought he was in his forties. The eyes and the hands always give it away. Captain Evans definitely worked out, and presented a somewhat muscular and toned physique in his custom-tailored uniform.

He was the Chief of Police for our city. The mayor selected him ten years ago, and continues to serve. There were other Captains on the force, but they were subordinate to Evans and oversaw other precincts. Multiple Lieutenants ran the day-to-day operations of our precinct, including Lieutenant Taylor, who I met earlier.

“Good morning Detective Greene.” He greeted me. “Please, have a seat. I haven’t seen you since the Christmas party two years ago. I hope you’ve been doing well.”

That was bullshit. Everyone knew I was a drunk, including the Captain. They wrote me up for that party when I drank too much and caused a scene. I went a little overboard on the eggnog and over spiked mine with whiskey. That was fun. Throwing up in the locker room for an hour, not so much.

“I’ve been well.” I lied. “I hope your family is also well.”

His family is a mess. His wife, last I heard, was sleeping around with a few officers. His two daughters are not much better. One is in and out of rehab, while the other became pregnant by her boyfriend at seventeen. She’s married to the father now, but they probably won’t last much longer. He is on the force, but doesn’t appear cut out for a long career in law enforcement. He’s more of a free spirit, something the Captain hates.

“I just hung up with Reggie and he told me about your, how should I call it, promotion.” He said, with a slightly celebratory tone. “I think that’s great. To have one of my officers closely associated with an important person like Reggie can only be a boon for me and the department. He must have seen potential in you.”

Was he really kissing my ass? I expected him to exert some dominance, but he’s puckering up his lips and getting them moisturized. This was unexpected. I wonder what other surprises he has.

“Thank you Captain.” I replied.

“No, don’t be so formal.” He cut me off. “Please call me Steven, or Steve.”

Well, I won’t be doing that in the precinct, but sure, why not.

“Thank you… Steven.” I answered.

No one makes it to Captain in the force without breaking some heads along the way. I didn’t know Captain, err, Steven well, but I was sure this was just an act. Come to think of it, Reggie was awful nice this morning. He was almost overjoyed to give me the keys to his kingdom. I didn’t think about it, but taken with Captain Evans’ behavior, I believed they were playing with me. Time to find out.

“Steven, I have a few questions.” I told him. “The first is, why are you acting like I’m your new best friend. You know, as well as I do, I’m the precinct drunk. You don’t respect me. Most of the other officers don’t respect me, and it’s for good reason. I don’t care about much of anything. Please enlighten me why that has suddenly changed.”

His expression changed for a moment, and I glimpsed disgust. That quickly morphed back to a more genial tone when he said, “James, everyone makes mistakes. I’ve always had the highest of respect for you, and knew one day you would overcome your issues. You’ve been through a lot in your life. Anyone else wouldn’t have done as good a job.”

Oh man, I think I’m about to get sick. The amount of sugar he’s trying to force down my throat is turning my stomach.

“Bullshit, Captain.” I cursed. “You don’t believe that, and neither do I. Why don’t you stop screwing around and tell me how you feel. If you don’t, I’ll advertise your membership in Crimson. I don’t like when someone tries to play me.”

His expression went straight to pissed off. He sat there fuming for a moment, trying to gather his words. When he did, he said, “I tried to be nice. And for the record, I think you’re a fuckup. I do not know why Reggie chose you for that position. Did you know a few of us wanted that? He had a number two until a few years ago. That man got himself killed by blackmailing the wrong husband and meeting the business end of a .45. Do you remember when three people were killed on Dearborn Avenue a few years ago? That was the real reason behind it.”

“Yes, I remember that.” I answered. “They reported it as a robbery gone bad. Well, that’s too bad. He shouldn’t have put his hand in a hornet’s nest.”

I remembered that case. The man that was killed was a circuit judge, and they also killed his two security guards. The shooter was a construction worker, and they apprehended him at his house a few days later. He is sitting in prison doing three life sentences.

“You’ll be Reggie’s vice president, but he doesn’t use that title.” Steven explained. “He likes ‘right-hand man’. It probably sounds less formal to him.”

“Reggie told me you would put him away if he crossed you.” I informed him. I wanted to see what Reggie’s relationship was like with the other members.

Steven looked down for a moment, then answered, “James, that’s not correct. Reggie has information about all of us. He holds enough material on me to put me away for multiple lifetimes. He has that on all the members.”

“Is he blackmailing all of you?” I inquired.

“No, that’s not it.” Steven explained. “We’re all members voluntarily. Reggie keeps the info to ensure he’s protected. We all know, however, that if he wanted to, he could uproot our lives.”

“You could do the same, couldn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, absolutely.” He answered. “It would mean mutual destruction. No one wants that, so we remain friends. My point was, I wanted that job. You are part of his inner circle. We’re VIP members, but not part of his business. There’s no other way of saying this; you just became one of the more important men in the city. You can’t hide from it, and people will want to get a piece of you.”

Great. I went from not wanting to be seen to everyone seeing me. The uptake from this conversation so far is Reggie lied to me. Well, sort of. People could take him down, but Reggie could take them down just as easily.

“Reggie wants me to assign you to the casino as a liaison.” Steven explained. “Initially, you were to remain in missing persons to run interference, but we have a better option now. It seems your lieutenant has found himself in trouble. His wife, Linda, skimmed money from the charity she works for. Our fraud division received the call yesterday, and I just found out last night. I’ll have them brought to me a little later, and I would like you here for that.”

That got me thinking. “Are there any other officers on the force under the thumb of Crimson?”

“Yes, there are.” Steven answered. “I oversee the women who are in uniform that belong to Crimson. I have four officers, one lieutenant. They all have various transgressions that found them in their current predicaments. Blackmailing police is tricky. I have to keep the screws on them, but I can’t leave them believing there is no way out. I have my hands in internal affairs, but if they decide to talk and others corroborate their stories, we’re done for.”

“How do you keep them in line and quiet?” I asked. Knowing how it could help me one day. “If all they need to do is talk, then why do they continue to submit to Crimson?”

“The women are all trained like the others.” Steven replied. “But they’re not treated exactly like the others. I keep them obedient by using humiliation and sex. Their chief contributions to Crimson are running interference and protection. Reggie also pays them a small amount for their loyalty and obedience. It helps soften the blow, so to speak. I keep detailed records on all of their payments and activity. If they ever come forward, it will discredit them. They know this, so the more they do for us, the further they’re under our thumb.”

“There must be an end to their service, right?” I inquired. “I mean, you don’t keep them indefinitely, do you?”

“No, nothing like that.” He answered. “It depends on their transgression, how popular they are, and the level of their submission. I’ve had one woman who’s been under Crimson since she was on patrol. She enjoys her submission, at least a little, and doesn’t want to give up the money. Her husband doesn’t know about it, and she uses her job to hide everything from him.”

“Let me ask you a question.” Steven said, looking a little more serious.” What are your intentions? What I mean is, what do you expect to get out of this? You don’t look like our usual member.”

“By that, you mean I don’t have money?” I asked.

“No, that’s not it.” Steven replied. “I mean, you never struck me as someone that was out for power. Hell, you didn’t look like you wanted to be part of anything, and your aversion to people is well known.”

“You are correct, I don’t care about power.” I answered. “My only motivation is to protect Brenda and her daughter. Reggie told me there are men that would love to take over for him, and would take him out to accomplish that. I don’t want to take over. I just want to do what Reggie expects, which is protect him and Crimson, and go home each night.”

“James, you’re Reggie’s second in command, so to speak.” Steven said. “How will that affect your job here?

“I have no intention of changing the relationship that you, or anyone else, have with Crimson or Reggie.” I explained, trying to put his mind at ease. “I will answer to him for all Crimson matters. I will answer to you in all police matters. I’m not looking to do anything outside of what Reggie tells me. Unless he gives me the job of bringing in new women, I won’t be telling you to blackmail anyone.”

“So, you’re not trying to angle for Reggie’s position?” He asked, looking intrigued.

“Hell no.” I exclaimed. “I didn’t want this, but Reggie was insistent. Taking it provided the best opportunity to protect Brenda. I turned down more money because I didn’t need it. What you see is what you get. I have no ulterior motives.”

“You are very unusual, James.” Steven said, looking at me closely. “If what you say is true, it’s no wonder Reggie chose you. You may be the only person in this city who doesn’t want power or money. You’re the perfect person to protect Crimson and watch Reggie’s back.”

“You should also know I’m the perfect person to take Crimson down.” I admitted. I wanted to ensure he knew exactly where I stood. Maybe it would keep him off my back. “I don’t care about Crimson, not like the rest of you. If someone tries to fuck me, or hurt Brenda, I’ll destroy everything.”

“Now I see why he chose you.” Steven said. “Everyone else has information on all the others. Most of us worry about someone exposing us. I won’t have to worry about you doing that unless we do something to you first. It may sound funny, but that’s as close to trust as I have with anyone.”

“Then why do you stay?” I asked. I was genuinely curious.

“The power we have is addicting.” He admitted. “To control people is the ultimate in power. I can call in a woman and have her do whatever I want. I can make a woman’s husband bring her to me, undress her, and bend her over so I can fuck her in front of him. That type of power is intoxicating. For me it’s hard to walk away from.”

“Well, I have no interest in any of that.” I replied. “Not taking it away from you. Hell, your payments enable Brenda to have a good life for her and her daughter, so I’m all for you having what you want.”

“That’s something else.” Steven brought up. “How is it, with all the women in the city, you get involved with a prostitute?”

“Steven, I hear your tone when you talk about Brenda.” I retorted. “I don’t appreciate it. I went through hell when my wife and son died. The precinct was supportive, but it did little to diminish the grief I felt. I don’t blame the department. People looked at me like I was broken, and maybe I was. I used alcohol to mask the pain and get closer to my wife. Don’t ask. The only people who didn’t look on me with pity were the prostitutes I came to know when I worked vice.”

“Brenda never made me feel like there was something wrong with me.” I explained. “She treated me normally, and accepted me, flaws and all. Somewhere along the way, we connected, and just recently admitted to each other how we felt. For the record, she’s a financial analyst who made six figures before the recession. She lost her job, her husband left her, and she was stuck with a baby. The only thing she could do was sell her body to feed her kid. You can stop looking down on her. She’s a better person than most of us.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know about all of that.” Steven apologized. “What did she do for Crimson to get hold of her?”

“Nothing.” I responded. “They picked her up to sell her. Did you know they did that? They planned on putting her daughter in an orphanage. That’s another revenue stream Crimson probably has. The kids they put in the system are most likely picked up when they age out and sold as well. Reggie never confirmed that, but if I thought of it, I can assure you Reggie did.”

“Holy shit, you’re kidding me.” He said, sounding surprised. “I knew they sold prostitutes, but I didn’t know about their kids. Not that it matters, honestly. We’re all in neck deep, so no one has a reason to act like they’re offended. I think I may have misjudged you. No one knew how much trouble you were having, but how can you blame us? You kept everyone at arm’s length. The jury is still out on whether I can trust you, but I can see a road forward where before I couldn’t.”

“No problem Captain.” I replied. “I didn’t make it easy on anyone to like me. I was stuck in my misery and happy to stay there. Brenda is bringing me out and giving me motivation to do something other than get drunk.”

“That’s good to hear, James.” He remarked.

The phone rang and Steven answered it. “Yes, send her in.”

“James, you can stay if you wish.” He said. “One woman I have comes by every day for her inspection. I require that of all the women I oversee.”

The door opened and in stepped Lieutenant Jordan Taylor. I almost fell out of my seat. She closed the door, then saw me. She stopped, then said, “I’m sorry Captain, I didn’t know you were in a meeting.”

She looked confused. She glanced at me, then Steven, then back to me. She was frozen in place when Steven announced, “Inspection.”

Jordan ran forward next to my seat in front of the Captain’s desk. She took off her uniform as quickly as she could. Getting out of a dress uniform wasn’t that easy, but she looked like she had practice. Once she was naked, she spread her legs, bent at the waist forty-five degrees, and put her hands on her head. She wasn’t wearing heels, so she was barefoot and stood around 5’9 inches.

“Jordan, I would like you to meet our newest Lieutenant.” Steven announced.

That was a surprise, and Steven must have seen my expression.

“That goes with your new assignment.” He explained. “I’ll put through the paperwork later today. Congratulations. Don’t you want to congratulate Lieutenant Greene?” He asked, directed at Jordan.

“Yes sir.” She quickly responded, still looking straight ahead. “Congratulations, Lieutenant Greene.”

“James, why don’t you do the honors and inspect her.” Steven offered me. “Jordan, James is working for Mr. Wallace as his number two man. He can do whatever he wants with you, so get comfortable taking orders from him.”

I watched what Reggie did this morning with Brenda, so I followed suit. I stood in front of Jordan and felt her breasts. She had D cups, something that surprised me. Her uniform did a good job of hiding them. They hung straight down, ending in large areolas and thick nipples. I was never one for large breasts, but I enjoyed hers.

I stepped back and admired her. Without her uniform, she was more attractive than I first thought. Her face was pleasant, with hazel-green eyes and a small nose. Her lips were full, and most women would have killed to have them. They had the perfect shape and looked like she was pouting if she wasn’t smiling. Her hair was still up, and looking closer, I could tell it was thick. It probably hung to her shoulder blades, at least.

She wasn’t a skinny woman, but that didn’t mean she was out of shape. She was on the light side of what I would call stocky. I saw some definition in her arms and legs, and her shoulders were wide for a woman. Her breasts and flat stomach gave her a nice figure even though she had a wider waist.

Her hips were good sized and gave way to a nice, plump ass. The thighs on her were magnificent. They were toned, with a decent amount of muscle. If the wrong man found himself between them, he was in trouble. Rounding it out were two small feet. That surprised me. They couldn’t have been larger than a size 5 or 6. For her height and size, they were what I would consider small. However, they were attractive and pedicured. She took care of herself. As I stepped closer, I could smell oranges. I wasn’t sure if it was a body wash, lotion, or perfume, but it smelled great.

I know what you’re thinking. How can I not care about Crimson, yet enjoy objectifying Jordan? It’s easy; I’m human. I’m attracted to women. I just didn’t feel motivated to form any relationships since my wife died. Jordan, standing there naked, turned me on. I couldn’t help myself and took it all in. Since Steven gave me an opportunity to explore her beautiful body, I intended to do just that. Does that make me as bad as the rest of Crimson? Probably. I just don’t care.

Without saying a word, I stepped around back. Her openings were on full display. I ran my hand down the crack of her ass, pushing in a bit on her anus. She tensed up, squeezing it shut at the intrusion of my finger. I pushed in a bit more and she responded by squeezing it harder. Not a fan of anal; check. I smiled and continued my downward slide. I reached her vagina; it was large, but in proportion to the rest of her. It stood out and demanded attention, with a pair of plump outer lips enclosing equally large inner lips that dropped more than an inch. If I wanted to spend time with her, I would have plenty to play with.

My hand continued feeling forward. I used my index and ring fingers to spread her labia and allowed my middle finger to drag down the middle. It felt like wet velvet, nice and smooth. As I reached her opening, my middle finger slid inside. She was wet; really wet. I heard a low moan come from her, and she relaxed her vagina in response to my intrusion. She either liked this treatment, or her body betrayed her. Either way, she was into this.

“Is this the woman you mentioned earlier that liked her submission?” I asked Steven, but I already knew the answer.

“Yes, it is.” Steven confirmed, smiling. “She’s wet, isn’t she?”

“Oh, yeah.” I answered. “I’m surprised she’s not dripping down her thighs.”

I continued forward, feeling her clitoris and raised pubic mound. The hood was large and stretched tight over her clitoris, and I had to lift and push it forward with my middle finger so my index could find it. I rubbed it softly, and it responded, practically jumping at my tough. Another moan came out of Jordan. I smiled again, pulled my hand back, and patted her on her gorgeous ass. I had to admire it one last time. “Her body is amazing.” I complimented. “However, I felt a little stubble.”

I crouched down and felt up and down her legs. Sure enough, Jordan didn’t shave this morning. I knew from Brenda that shaving is something they require the women to do daily.

“She didn’t shave today.” I informed Steven.

“Jordan, we’ve talked about this.” He answered. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Still looking forward, she called out, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t have time this morning. My husband woke up late and held me up. By the time he finished, I only had time to shower. I’ll shave tomorrow, I promise.”

“You need to be punished Jordan.” Steven admonished her. “I want you to put on your heels and get your ass in my lounge.”

“No sir, please, I promise to do better tomorrow.” She pleaded.

“Do it now, don’t make me repeat myself.” Steven chastised her, raising his voice.

Jordan quickly ran to the side of his office and through another door.

“I used my offices here for professional and personal business. Follow me and I’ll give you a quick tour.”

He led me through the door Jordan just walked through. On the other side was an enormous bathroom, modeled after a locker room, that included a shower and several small lockers. As we walked in, Jordan had just finished putting on her three-inch white heels and closed one locker. Each had a combination lock and was solid, so no one could see into it.

“Each of the women I oversee has a locker. They keep a pair of heels in them, along with anything else I require.” Steven explained as we walked through.

Jordan bent down and picked up what appeared to be leather cuffs from a bench and hurried through another door on the other side of the bathroom.

As we walked out that same door, we entered a large lounge. It had a seating area that held a few tables, with a couch and six recliners on one side facing a large television. The other side of the room held a bar with various liquor bottles lining the glass shelves behind it. A few doors lined the wall, one across the room from the door we entered, and one on each of the other walls.

Jordan was in the center of the room, between the seating area and the bar. She had put on the wrist cuffs and stood in the waiting position, legs spread and her arms behind her. Steven reached into his pocket and withdrew his keys. He pushed a button on a fob and a long narrow panel opened on the ceiling. From this opening slowly dropped a metal bar with two hooks hanging off the ends.

Jordan positioned herself beneath it, and when it was just a foot above her head, Steven stopped it. He stepped up and clamped Jordan’s wrist cuffs to the hooks on the bar. Once secure, Steven retracted the bar until Jordan could barely keep her feet on the ground. Her body was stretched and her feet kept sliding out from under her, making her swing until she could catch herself.

Steven unlocked one door on the side of the room and invited me over. Behind the door were shelves of various bondage gear, sex devices, and punishment implements.

“I use these to either reward the women, or punish them. For Jordan this morning, it’s punishment.”

Steven grabbed a four-inch wide, thirty-two-inch-long leather strap. He slapped it on his hand twice and said, “Yes, this will do nicely.”

Jordan had her eyes on him the entire time, and she looked scared. Before he closed the door, he said, “Almost forgot. We don’t want Jordan making too much noise.”

Steven grabbed a red leather ball gag and closed the door. After fastening it to Jordan, he stepped back and admired her.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He said. “I love having her secured like this. She’s at my mercy, and I can do whatever I want. Sometimes I’ll just have a woman or two bound in here while I watch TV or get some work done. Like I said, it’s hard to walk away from Crimson, at least for me. I don’t think I ever want to give this up.”

Steven walked over to the bar, leaving Jordan there in her struggle to keep her feet on the ground. He poured himself a drink and handed one to me. Not one to turn it down, I accepted and downed it quickly. He sipped his, then walked back to Jordan.

With no fanfare, he swung the strap and connected with Jordan’s ass. She yelled and jumped forward, knocking her off her feet and making her legs flail. The gag muffled her scream, making it somehow sound erotic. Another swing hit Jordan across her stomach, leaving a red mark. As she swung around in a circle, Steven continued swinging. He worked his way up to her breasts, then down to her legs. He was careful to not go below her knees. I asked him about that and he explained it was for Jordan.

To hide it from her husband, she would have to wear a long nightgown at home until the marks disappeared. He left no marks below her knees because it may show if she sat down. The marks also meant there would be no sex with her husband until she healed. It may take a few days to a week, depending on how much he punished her. He smiled as he explained this to me; he was enjoying himself. Jordan, not so much. Her eyes were pleading with him to stop as she screamed behind the gag and tried in vain to move her body out of the way of the strap.

After a few minutes of constant blows, Steven stopped. Jordan hung limp, sweating and crying. She was still spinning slowly, having given up her attempts to remain standing. All of her weight was now on her arms and shoulders, and I could only imagine how much that hurt. Steven walked over and drowned the rest of his drink. Afterward, he lowered the bar and unhooked Jordan. She immediately went into the waiting position, but she had trouble putting her arms into position. She must have been sore.

Steven sat down in a recliner and invited me to have a seat. He called Jordan over and told her to stand in front of us.

Steven said, “Humble,” and Jordan dropped to her knees. She spread her legs and raised her ass in the air. She bent down until her head was on the floor and her arms were out in front of her. She put her hands one on top of the other and pushed forward as far as she could. She brought her feet together until her heels were touching, toes pointing straight back.

“We call this the humble position.” Steven explained. “It makes the woman bow to us, reinforcing their submissiveness.”

After leaving Jordan to hold this position for a minute, Steven said, “Punishment.”

Jordan pulled her arms back and folded them in front of her, crossing them and laying her forehead on them. She stayed in the same spread position and ass up, but she lifted her legs, bent at the knees. She was balancing on her knees with her feet up. This looked uncomfortable.

“This is a position we use for punishments.” Steven explained. “It’s difficult to maintain and is painful on the knees. Her ass is up and ready to receive a paddle, belt, or strap. She must maintain this position throughout her punishment, so you can imagine the pain and difficulty she will experience.”

After a few minutes of watching Jordan struggle to remain in that position, Steven called out, “Endure.”

Jordan jumped up to her feet, took off her heels, and crouched down. She then put her feet shoulder length apart, spread her legs wide, and went up on her tiptoes. She put her hand on the back of her neck and looked straight ahead.

“We call this endure because it’s all about enduring the pain.” Steven informed me. “Standing on her toes like that will strain her legs, especially the ankles and calves. As you can see, Jordan has some shapely legs, and her calves are solid. This is due chiefly to this position. When we first train women, they can only endure around a few minutes before they collapse. Jordan can hold this for close to ten minutes. It doesn’t matter how good they get; you just leave them like this until their legs burn. All the women hate this position.”

Steven then called, “Expose.”

Jordan dropped to her knees, spreading them wide. She then put her hands behind her head and pulled her elbows back. She put her feet together and sat back on her heels. She started straight ahead, not making eye contact with us.

“We also call this kneel, but I’m sure you can see why this is called expose.” Steven continued. “She is open to everyone in front of her. None of our women have any humility, and they can expect no privacy. Every part of their body is open to us.”

“If you have Jordan in private, you can do whatever you want to her.” Steven explained. “We require her to submit. She will immediately follow your instruction or face punishment. Punishments must be swift, and they must be harsh. I know Jordan has been nice to you, as she is to everyone, but you can’t let that get in the way.”

“Rest.” Steven called out.

Jordan sat cross-legged, with her hand in her lap and her head down.

“This is a comfortable position for her.” Steven explained. “You can put her in this position to regain her strength and relax for a bit. To keep her focused, however, don’t let her remain in this position long. If she’s not engaged in a task for you, put her in a more difficult position. This goes for all the women. I’m sure Reggie has told you, but you need to do this to Brenda as well.”

“I know you care for Brenda, James.” Steven told me, sounding a little sympathetic. “I would normally recommend not becoming attached to any of the women you oversee. It just makes it difficult to keep them obedient. If it was just me and Jordan, I could go easy on her. However, it’s me and the rest of Crimson. If Jordan gets lazy or sloppy, it comes back to me. She gets punished, but I may get her taken away from me, or kicked out of Crimson if it’s bad enough.”

“It takes years before a member earns the privilege of overseeing a woman.” Steven continued. “Most men never get that chance. It’s something that is earned through loyalty and dedication to Crimson. I can request any woman that Crimson owns, but that pales compared to the women I control. They are at my command, and I set their schedule. If another member requests one of them, I make them available if I’m not using them. It’s my choice.”

“You have it harder.” James told me. “You do that to the woman you love. I don’t envy you. Your first instinct is to protect her, but your priority is to keep her obedient. Those two do not go well together. You’ll have to decide what is more important; Brenda or Crimson.”

“That’s easy, it’s Brenda.” I quickly responded. “I’m doing this for her. If there is a conflict between the club and Brenda, I’ll choose her every time. I don’t know everything yet, but I think you’re wrong with that. Brenda isn’t like Jordan. Jordan has to do this for whatever reason, while Brenda has now volunteered to do it. She now is motivated to remain obedient, and even told Reggie she would be available to high-profile clients when Reggie offered to only use her himself. I don’t see why I can’t have a relationship with Brenda and serve the club.”

“I hope you’re correct, James.” Steven said. “I think we’re done with Jordan. We have the meeting with your lieutenant and his wife in about an hour. Like I said, I want you to stick around so you can see how we handle brining in women to Crimson.”

Steven told Jordan to get dressed, and she hurried out of the lounge. Steven said he had some phone calls to make and to meet him back in his office in an hour. I looked at the time and a couple of hours had passed. I was getting hungry, so I decided to grab something to eat. I walked back down the hall past the Steven’s secretary. When I approached the elevator, I saw Jordan walking up to it as well.

She saw me, looked a little flustered, and said, “How are you, lieutenant?”

“Not yet, Lieutenant Taylor.” I replied, staying formal in case someone overheard us. “I’m still a detective until the paperwork goes through. Where are you heading?”

“Out to lunch, sir.” She said, then caught herself. “I mean, detective.”

She looked embarrassed, and I’m sure she felt awkward after what I just witnessed her go through.

“There’s a restaurant down the street.” I said as we entered the elevator. “Would you like to join me for lunch?”

The door closed, and we were alone. She turned to me and said, “Is that an order, sir?”

“No, but I would like to talk with you.” I explained.

“I suppose I could grab something to eat.”

We walked to the restaurant and made small talk. Once we were in a nice quiet corner booth, I asked her, “How did you get involved with Crimson?”

“When I was a patrol officer, I falsified a report to get someone convicted that I was certain was guilty. I planted evidence and perjured myself on the stand at his trial. They accused him of murdering his wife. This man had a history of domestic abuse, and she was in and out of the hospital with injuries caused by him.”

“I was the first officer to respond and saw her body.” She went on. “It looked like someone took a baseball bat and beat her head until she wasn’t recognizable. It was horrible. The detectives couldn’t find a murder weapon and had nothing linking him to the murder. He was supposedly out of town for work, but didn’t have a witness that could place him there on the night of the murder. He had time to drive back, kill her, and make it back to his hotel for work the next day.”

“I found an old bat, took some of her blood and his fingerprint from evidence, and put them both on the bat. I went back to their apartment, still vacant, and hid it in one of the heating vents. Then I called in an anonymous tip that led the detectives to the bat. Long story short, he was convicted of murder and sentenced to death. He exhausted his appeals and was finally put to death.”

“I heard about that.” I replied. “It looked like a solid case. He got what he deserved.”

“There was only one problem.” She admitted. “He didn’t do it. After his death, another man confessed to the killing. He had information about the victim and crime scene that was never released. He even led the detectives to the murder weapon. It was a baseball bat like we figured, and he hid it in the floorboards of his old house. He only grew a conscious because he was dying. He wanted to cleanse his soul before meeting his maker.”

“They reexamined all the evidence, and it wasn’t long before they zeroed in on me.” She explained. “Captain Evans gave me a choice. Go to prison where I would likely serve most of my life, or submit myself to Crimson. I know what happens in prison to ex-cops, so I chose Crimson. I went through training and earned my tattoo. Honestly, it’s not too bad. I have it easier than most of the women. I mostly only serve the captain, with the occasional member requesting me.”

“The captain is picky about who may have access to me.” She continued, “He doesn’t want anyone who would hurt me because I’m police. He also uses me to run interference for Crimson, shutting up any woman who talks. He uses the other women on the force for the same purpose. When threatened with arrest, the women all shut their mouths and keep quiet.”

“He mentioned to me you enjoy your submission, and choose to stay.” I said, curious if that was true.

“That is correct.” Jordan admitted. “I’ve been under the captain for over ten years now, and they have offered to let me leave. After serving Crimson for five years, the captain made me detective. Another five, and I made lieutenant. That is fast for even the best officers, and I wouldn’t have advanced that quickly if not for Crimson. I make good money and I don’t want to give it up. Captain Evans has clarified that I can leave, but since my advancements were because of my service to Crimson, he would retire me if I did.”

“So, you’re stuck.” I replied.

“Yes, and no.” Jordan answered. “I can leave. I like my job, sure, but I wish to stay. It’s not only my submissive side, nor is it only my job. It’s the combination. It’s also the guilt I feel for getting an innocent man killed. I can never get that stain off of me.”

“Your punishing yourself then.” I replied. “That guy was an asshole. He may not have killed his wife, but he may have one day, if given the chance. He wasn’t innocent by a long stretch.”

“I understand that.” She acknowledged. “That doesn’t change the fact that I’m responsible for his death.”

We talked a bit more and finished our lunch. We both walked back to the precinct, and I joined Steven in his office a ten minutes before his meeting with Lieutenant Matthew Connor and his wife. We chatted for a bit until his phone rang. He answered and told his secretary to let them in. I stood up and let Lieutenant Connor and his wife, Linda, have the two seats in front of the Captain’s desk. I stepped back a few feet and stood behind Connor and his wife.

Steven took a folder out of his desk and opened it. “Lieutenant, I need you to surrender your weapon and badge to me before we begin.”

Lieutenant Connor and his wife looked at each other and back to Steven. Connor stood up and unholstered his weapon, and unclipped his badge from his uniform. Once both were on the desk, Steven took them and put both in his desk drawer.

“Matt, your wife has embezzled over five million dollars from the charity she works for. She did this over seven years from what they can gather from the records.”

Matt looked at his wife and said, “Linda, tell me this isn’t true.” It looked like it surprised him, and I could hear the shock in his voice.

Linda put her head in her hands and started crying, not saying a word.

“Oh my God, Linda, it’s true?” Matt said, almost pleading with her to tell him it wasn’t.

Behind tears, Linda responded, “I’m sorry, honey. It started small. I didn’t think anyone would notice. Over time, I just kept moving the money around and into an account only I had access to. Once I started, I couldn’t stop.”

“Linda, you told me the extra money came from bonuses they paid you.” Matt interrupted. “I can’t believe this. Is that where the money for the boat came from?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” She begged, choking back her tears.

Matt put his hand on Linda’s shoulder and thought for a moment. I stood back and watched the scene play out in front of me. After about a minute of listening to Linda cry, Matt spoke up, “What happens now, Captain?”

“Well, Matt, that’s up to you and Linda.” He said, looking up at me for a moment before continuing. “If I follow the law, I have you two arrested and booked into jail.”

“But Captain, I knew nothing about this.” Matt interrupted.

“Matt, you can have your lawyer try to prove that in court.” The Captain replied. “The District Attorney will want to prosecute both of you. He is planning on running for Mayor in two years and will see this to prove he’s both tough on crime and holds law enforcement accountable for their actions. You benefited from the money. You have a new boat and just bought a condo close to the beach, did you not? And Matt, no one makes five million in bonuses from a charity. You should have known that.”

Matt lowered his head and said in a low voice, “I just took her word for it. This doesn’t look good.”

The Captain let them sit for a few minutes to stew before he continued, “As soon as this leaves my office, I can’t do anything to stop it. You will be at the mercy of a power-hungry District Attorney and the criminal justice system. Before that happens, I may have a way out of this for you.”

He stopped there. He sat quietly while what he said slowly sunk in. It was obvious he’s done this before, probably many times. First, Matt looked up, then Linda a few moments later. They looked at each other, then Matt asked, “What are you talking about? What can we do to make up for this?”

“It’s not so much making up for it as it’s avoiding prosecution.” The Steven explained. “You can keep your job, Matt, but I’m afraid Linda isn’t welcome back at hers. You two have three lovely kids. I can make it so they will not have to see their parents behind bars. It would be a shame if they had to grow up without both of you. They’re all under ten years old, right?”

Linda finished crying and payed close attention to Steven. Matt looked hesitant, but also listened closely.

“I will make this offer only once, and you two will have to decide before you leave the office.” Steven informed them. “I am associated with an organization that employs women for pleasure.”

I like the way he said employed. It softened the blow a bit.

“Linda, if you agree, you will submit yourself to the organization. They will train you to be obedient to its members and spend your time servicing them. Look at this as your penance for stealing from others that needed that money. It may not sound like something you would normally consider, but prison would be much worse.”

“What is this, like an escort service?” Matt asked. “Your organization will pimp out Linda to your members for sex? How can you ask that?”

“Easily, Matt.” Steven answered. “She guilty. There is no reality where Linda beats this. I’ve looked at the proof and it’s solid. Even if she plead guilty and pleaded to the court for leniency, I see nothing less than ten to fifteen years. She stole five million, Matt. That’s a felony. Her life, as you two know it would be over. You will be married to a felon, so even if you beat this, you’re off the force. No law enforcement agency would touch you.”

“They will lock you two up, your kids given to relatives, and your lives essentially over.” Steven was pouring it on thick. Hell, I would have taken the deal. This must scare the crap out of them.

“Or you walk out of here.” Now Steven was giving them the sugar. “Linda just has to agree to submit to the organization. There are plenty of other women involved. And yes, all of them have done something wrong, either criminally or financially. Linda will work for however long the leadership deems is appropriate, then you two are free to resume your lives.”

“Matt, you will keep your job as if nothing happened.” Steven continued to sell it. “I know for a fact, as part of her connection to the club, Linda will have a job. She will get paid for her work there, but not for her work servicing members sexually. That is part of her punishment.”

They sat for a moment looking at each other before Linda asked, “If I agree, what happens next?”

“You will immediately enter training.” Steven explained. “This normally lasts three weeks, but may last longer if you don’t cooperate. While in training, you will learn about the organization and what your new life with be. After training, you will return home to your husband, but you will answer to someone in the organization that will arrange your schedule. You will be available to the organization whenever they want you. Your life will not belong to you as you know it now.”

“What happens to Matt?” Linda asked. At least she wasn’t only concerned with herself. “I want to make sure this doesn’t affect his career.”

“I’ll talk with Matt about that once you accept.” Steven replied. “If you don’t, both of you will leave my office in cuffs.”

Matt turned around and looked at me for the first time since sitting down. “Is that why Detective Greene is here?”

Steven looked up at me and smiled. Matt and Linda didn’t see it since they were both looking at me. “You could say that.” Steven answered.

Linda looked at her husband and said, “I’m sorry for putting you in this situation, Matt. I have to do what I can to protect us, you, and the kids. I hope you still love me after all of this is over.”

She put her head down and looked like she was praying for a minute. Then she looked up at Steven and said, “I agree. I’ll, what did you call it? Submit? I’ll submit to your organization. It has to be better than knowing I took my children’s parents away from them and put Matt in prison.”

Linda paused for a moment before confirming one last time with a sigh, “I’ll do it.” The way she said those three words had a sense of finality. She appeared to understand that her life as she knew it was over. She was entering into a new reality, one that I was certain she was not prepared for.

“I’m glad to hear that, Linda.” Steven said, sounding like he had her best interests in mind. “The next part is to see if you’re serious about this. I want you to stand up, stand in between the two seats, and undress.”

Linda paused and looked shocked. Matt asked, “Is this necessary? She said she agrees.”

“Matt, this is up to Linda.” Steven warned him. “Linda has accepted the terms and has to show me she is serious. Undressing is the least of what she will do, but it is an excellent test to see where her head is. If she can’t do something as simple as this, she has no chance of working for the organization.”

That actually sounded like it made sense, and I’m sure some of it was true. I also had a good idea that Steven just wanted to see her. He didn’t let on, but she would answer to him once her training was complete. She was married to one of his officers, so it was almost guaranteed that Linda would be assigned to him.

“Do I have to do it in front of Detective Greene?” She asked, glancing back at me.

“Linda, you seem to think you will have a say in what you do.” Steven replied. “You have no say in anything from here on out, unless you want to walk out of here in cuffs. Now, stand up and undress, please.”

Steven wasn’t getting too rough with her yet, and he even said please. It worked, and Linda stood up and took off her blouse. Matt was in his late thirties, but his wife was younger. She was only thirty, and I could still see the young woman she once was. Even after three kids, she was in good shape.

I’m sure Linda was never mistaken for a model. She stood 5’4 inches tall. She was solidly in the ‘girl next door’ camp. She had brunette hair that came down to her shoulders, and her face had a grouping of freckles around her nose. She wore glasses that highlighted her hazel eyes. As she took off her blouse and exposed her bra, I walked forward and stood by Steven’s desk. I wanted to have a good look.

Linda saw me when I took up a new position and looked embarrassed. She blushed slightly, but continued her slow undressing. She wore a pair of dress pants. Once her one-inch heels were off, she unbuckled and pulled them down, removing them and placing them in the empty seat. Without pausing, she hooked her fingers in her panties and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them. She crouched down, picked them up, and placed them on top of her pants.

Her bra was the last to come off. She unhooked it and let it slide forward down her arms. She placed it on the chair, then straightened up and put her hands in front of her vagina. That would not work, and no sooner had I thought that Steven said, “Put your hands behind your back, Linda.”

She paused, then slowly complied. I watched Matt. He looked stunned. He watched his wife undress in front of two other men without saying a word or making a move. Once she was naked, he hung his head and looked embarrassed. Linda also hung her head in defeat.

Linda had a nice body. Her breasts were a large C cup, but on her compact frame, they appeared much larger. Her stretch marks from her kids were clear, but didn’t take away from her beauty. Her hips were wide, and she had a larger ass. It wasn’t enormous, but again, on her slight frame, it looked bigger. Her large thighs gave way to solid calves and small but wide feet. She carried a little weight around her midsection, but her stomach was mostly flat except for a little loose skin from her pregnancies. Like I said, not a model, but an attractive woman none the less.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Matt, Detective Greene and I will take Linda in the next room.” Steven explained. “My next conversation with you I want to have in private. James, grab her clothes and follow me.”

We both walked through the door on the side of his office and into the locker room. Linda was behind Steven and I was behind her. He walked her through to the lounge and told her to stand in the middle of the room. Steven grabbed wrist cuffs from the closet and secured Linda to the ceiling pole that held Jordan a couple of hours ago. He placed a gag in her mouth, and we walked back to his office.

When we entered, Matt asked, “What did you do to Linda?”

“We just made her comfortable while we talk in private.” Steven reassured him. I’m sure she wasn’t comfortable, but it would be the easiest time she would spend for a while.

“Now, I will make an offer to you, Matt.” Steven announced. I took a seat next to Matt and Steven, sat down behind his desk, and continued. “I want to offer you a position in the organization your wife just submitted herself to.”

This was unexpected. I thought he would do what Reggie did to all the other husbands, so I sat up and paid closer attention.

“If you accept, you’ll get access to all the other women who are part of the organization. I am making you this offer because we can use your position in missing persons. Men pay $10 million to join this organization and pay $1 million per month to remain. You won’t have to pay a dime because you’ll shield the organization from police scrutiny, and for any women who are missing. Don’t worry, we don’t kill them. There may come times in their service that they’re out of contact, and we don’t want family members getting too anxious.”

“So, you want me to do your dirty work, and I only get women?” Matt asked. “If I’m dirty, shouldn’t I get paid more?”

Steven smiled and said, “That’s what I was waiting for. Now we can have an honest conversation. I just had to make sure you were open to it. Matt, your wife fucked up. There’s no way around it. I believe you knew nothing. That being said, I was truthful when I said the District Attorney would try both of you and probably win.”

“This is what I propose.” Steven offered. “You join and work for us. You keep your position on the police force. They have allowed me to pay you an additional $25 thousand per month for your services. You will have access to the women like any other member. You can request a woman, and if she’s available, she will be delivered to you to do as you wish. Within reason, of course.”

“What if I decline?” Matt asked.

“Nothing. You go on and do your job. Your wife has agreed to submit herself, so that will still happen. Any mention of this will cause both of you to be arrested and brought up on charges for your wife’s embezzlement. This paperwork will remain for the duration of her service. It will only disappear once she’s released.”

“That would be a waste, Matt.” Steven reasoned with him. “Your wife made this mess, and she will spend the next however many years fucking other men. I know you love her, but she has this coming. You don’t have to sit by idly and watch. Turn this into a positive, take the offer, and make some money. You don’t have to access the women. I’m just saying you have the option. Do you want to forgo that and just take the money?”

“How can I answer that?” Matt replied. “I know my wife, but who are the other women? Are they prostitutes or call girls? I have no interest in that.”

Steven picked up his phone and said, “Send her in.”

A moment later his door opened and in stepped Jordan. “I assume you know Lieutenant Taylor?” Steven asked Matt.

“Yes, I’ve talked with her occasionally. Nice to see you Lieutenant.”

Before Jordan could answer, Steven said, “Waiting.”

Jordan went into action. She stripped out of her dress uniform for the second time today in front of us. I watched Matt. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He sat stunned, watching Jordan undress until she was naked and in the waiting position; legs spread, arms behind her, and head straight.

“I don’t believe the Lieutenant is a prostitute Matt, what do you think, James?” He asked me.

“Absolutely not.” I answered, smiling at Jordan. She either didn’t see me or just didn’t react. She remained with her eyes forward.

“Jordan, suck Matt’s cock.”

Jordan went down on her knees in front of Matt. Without looking up, she spread his legs, scooted in between, and reached for his belt. It took her a few moments, but she undid it, unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs. She reached forward, grabbed his boxers, and slid them down as well. Matt didn’t look like he minded. He raised his hips off the chair to make it easier for Jordan to get his pants and boxers down.

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Once she had his cock exposed, she went to work. She grabbed his six-inch cock, which was erect before she touched it, and put it up to her lips. Using her tongue, she licked down one side, up the other, and down again to lick around his balls. When she licked back up his shaft, she put it in her mouth and pushed down until her lips were against his balls. I could see his cock enter throat as she made short, quick motions with her head. She pulled back slightly, then pushed forward. She repeated this, rubbing him in her throat.

When she pulled back, she tensed her throat and pulled his cock. I did not know how she was breathing, but it was having quite the effect on Matt. After a few minutes, Matt threw his head back and tensed. Jordan stopped her motion and pushed in, remaining in that position. After another minute, Jordan leaned back slightly, but kept Matt’s cock in her mouth. She put her hands behind her, spread her legs, and rested her head on his stomach.

With Matt’s cock still in Jordan’s mouth, Steven asked, “How was that, Matt?”

Matt looked down at Jordan, then up to Steven and answered, “Incredible. Linda did nothing like that. You are one hell of a salesman. If I accept, can I get Jordan to do that any time I want?”

“Not exactly.” Steven explained. “You can request her, and if I approve it, she will be yours for an agreed-upon amount of time. That goes for any of the women that the organization controls.”

Matt looked down at Jordan and asked, “Why does she just sit there with my dick in her mouth?”

“Our women may not take a cock out of their mouth without permission.” Steven explained. “She will sit like that for hours if you don’t tell her she can remove it. They will train your wife to do the same, and she will do that for whoever she’s with. I need to make sure you are on board with that. The last thing I need is for you to play some white knight and start shooting men that your wife services.”

Matt thought about it for a moment, then answered, “I may not like it, but I’ll learn to live with it. Like you said, this was her doing. At least it’s better than prison. The kids still have their mother, and if Linda accepts it, so will I.”

“Then we have one more test.” Steven informed Matt. “You are a special case. As an officer, I need to know your mind is in the right place. Normally, husbands are not afforded membership or the opportunities you have. They must suffer knowing that the organization uses their wives, and that is their punishment. I need to know you can handle your wife in those situations.”

“What I want you to do is have your wife suck off James. Then James will fuck your wife in front of you. I will watch your reaction. If I sense any hostility from you, our deal is off. You say you’ll learn to live with it. I need to know you can live with it before you leave this office. The wife you get back will not resemble the one you walked in here with. You need to know that.”

While we were talking, Matt must have gotten hard again, because Jordan began sucking his cock. This time she wasn’t deep throating him, but slowly sucking and stroking him. Before he could get too far into it, Steven said, “Waiting.”

Jordan stood up, moved between the chairs, and assumed the waiting position. Steven told us, including Jordan, to follow him. He led us throughout to the lounge where Linda was still bound to the pole, her arms above her head. The gag in her mouth caused her to drool down her breasts and stomach, and a small pool formed at her feet. She saw us walk in, and when she saw another naked woman with us, her eyes grew wide.

Steven turned Matt around so Linda couldn’t hear what he was saying. He instructed Matt to unhook Linda and instruct her to suck me off. Matt was also to instruct Linda to fuck me when Steven motioned to him. I took a seat in one recliner and waited. Matt walked over and unhooked Linda’s wrists from the bar, then took off her gag. She moved her arms around to get feeling back in them and stretched her jaw, which must have been sore.

Matt addressed his wife. “Linda, I want you to get down on your knees in front of James and suck his dick.”

Linda looked at her husband with a look of horror. She almost said something, then looked at Steven and thought better. She walked over and slowly dropped to her knees. She looked up at me, almost pleading for me to stop her. Rescue did not come, so she reached forward and undid my pants. When she had my zipper down, she reached in and felt around for my cock. Once it was free, she looked at it closely and blushed. Her face turned red, and she lowered her eyes.