UCLA to Big D Ch. 11

Or so they both thought...

As time went on, Juarez and Jones partnered together in extortion, prostitution, money laundering, and gun trafficking campaigns. By the time they were 30 years old, both men were nearing the top of their professions.

Their partnership continued successfully over the next 2 years. Juarez maintained posh residences throughout the America's, but he still spent most of his time in Southern California. He moved his headquarters and primary residence to a luxurious mansion in the coastal resort area of Los Angeles called Pacific Palisades.

The following year, the affluent residents of Pacific Palisades voted to secede from Los Angeles and formally incorporate. Carlos Juarez was one of the primary contributors to the campaign for Jack Gilliam, the cities' first mayor. When it came time for Gilliam to name a chief of police, Juarez was influential in getting Steve Jones named for the position. Jones had risen to the rank of assistant chief in Los Angeles and though he was only 33, his record of success in law enforcement easily qualified him for the chief job in the "Palisades" as they like to call it.

*****

Two years previously Jones met a pretty 23-year-old brunette from Sacramento named Sandra Thompson. She was a sweetheart of a person who immediately fell in love with "her hero" as she liked to refer to him. Jones learned quickly that Sandra was the type of woman who would make a great wife and mother and would be loyal to him regardless of the situation. Although he really didn't want kids as he knew they would cramp his lifestyle, he thought it would look good politically if he had a family. As a result, he asked Sandra to marry him and she readily accepted.

However, while she was a beautiful woman, Jones had no intention of giving up his indulgent lifestyle. He was addicted to the many perks that his relationship with Carlos Juarez provided, especially the unending flow of young pussy.

On his honeymoon, Jones lavished his young wife with a handful of private experiences including a full-day spa package, a whale-watching excursion, a hot air balloon and helicopter tour, and a cooking and wine pairing class. He came up with a reasonable excuse as to why he couldn't join her each day. She would tell him, "You are so thoughtful and committed to your job, I'm sorry you can't come with me, I promise I will make it up to you tonight in our room!"

Meanwhile as Sandra would head off on each fun endeavor alone, Jones would hurry upstairs to the Penthouse suite and enter with his master key. Each time he did so, he would receive a new wedding gift from Carlos Juarez. For several days on his honeymoon, Jones deflowered a seedling from Juarez's "garden".

On the days that Steve did not have Sandra off on an adventure, they would hang out by the pool or beach at their hotel. On several occasions, Juarez's girls would lay near Steve and Sandra in skimpy bikinis. Eventually one of them would get up and walk across the beach or pool deck. Steve would tell Sandra that he needed to use the restroom or make a call from the room. Thirty minutes later he would return and say, "I feel much better now or that call was worth the time away from you honey!" Sandra didn't know it, but each time her husband would return, the previous contents of his heavy scrotum would be sitting in the stomach of a different 18-year-old beautiful Latina girl.

In spite of all the sperm that Jones deposited into the "garden" that week, his pretty wife's womb received its fair share and she left Hawaii with a wonderful surprise in her belly. Nine months later, beautiful Casey was born. Fourteen months after that sweet Emma joined the Jones family just about the time her dad became chief of police in Pacific Palisades. And one short year later, Stevie Jr. rounded out the Jones team.

Jones had accumulated a nice nest egg from the nefarious activities that he had orchestrated in his partnership with Carlos Juarez. The Jones's were able to purchase a beautiful four bedroom home in Pasadena upon their return from Hawaii.

In addition to the other "gifts" that Juarez bestowed upon Jones on his honeymoon, his silent wedding gift was a full membership to El Caballero Country Club for the newlyweds. Steve handled all the family finances and Sandra was naïve when it came to money matters. She never knew what it would have cost to join the exclusive club; so she never questioned Steve about how they were able to afford it. Sandra should have been more suspicious when she and Steve got seated next to other El Caballero members Ray Romano and Kevin James at dinner their first night, but she still never gave it too much thought.

A few days later at the orientation presentation at the new club they met another young couple who had just recently joined themselves.

Their names were Ryan and Jenna Nielsen. Ryan's dad had been a member at El Caballero for years and the young couple was able to join the club on an extended family plan for half the price of other members.

Jenna and Sandra hit it off right from the outset. They were both 24 at the time. Jenna loved to talk to Sandra about her motherhood experiences and the two of them quickly became best friends; Sandra turned out to be a great sounding board for Jenna's pregnancy tribulations down the line.

Steve and Ryan's friendship grew as well, but it was never like the relationship their wives enjoyed. Although Steve was 7 years older than Ryan, both had been college athletes and were still very competitive. They played a lot of golf, racquetball, and tennis together, but Ryan quickly learned that Steve would do just about anything to try and beat him at whatever it was they were competing in. But in spite of their competitiveness, their relationship grew and the 4 of them spent a lot of time together. Baby Casey was born soon thereafter.

However, as much as Jenna loved spending time with Sandra and the baby, she was never comfortable around Steve. She always got the feeling he was flirting or undressing her with his eyes. Jenna never shared her concerns with Ryan or Sandra as Steve had never made a formal pass at her, and she didn't want to falsely accuse him and risk breaking up their friendship. She did however do everything possible to avoid being alone with him. There was just something about him she didn't trust.

Her suspicions were well founded. In spite of his wife's friendship with Jenna and his burgeoning relationship with her husband, Jones determined that first night at the club orientation that he would figure out a way to get into Jenna's pants one day.

*****

Nearly two years later as Pacific Palisades was in the latter stages of its succession from Los Angeles, rumors began to circulate about who the police chief would be if Jack Gilliam became the first mayor. Carl Swenson, Cole Steele's security chief heard through his intelligence connections that an LA assistant chief named Steve Jones was on Gilliam's short list.

Swenson had also learned that Jones was potentially connected to one of Pacific Palisades' wealthiest and most notorious residents, Carlos Juarez. Though no formal evidence had surfaced connecting the two men, several people in Swenson's circles suspected they were quite tight.

Those in the know realized the implications of such a relationship.

Swenson's same intelligence colleagues were aware that Jones could be "influenced" for a price and based on Cole Steele's penchant for living on the "wild side", Swenson set up a meeting with Jones not long after he was named chief of police. He brought a large envelope filled with cash.

In the 3 years since his appointment to chief, Jones had been instrumental in ensuring that Cole Steele's name stayed off of the police blotters and out of the papers. Several large parties with rumored disreputable activities were never reported. Claims by jealous husbands of sexual improprieties involving their wives at the Steele estate never were substantiated. Reports of drug-filled sex parties on Cole Steele's yacht got mysteriously lost in police department bureaucratic red tape.

*****

Now sitting across the table from Chief Jones at the clandestine North County jail facility, Cole Steele and Carl Swenson shared the original money theft video on Swenson's tablet. Jones sat with a huge grin plastered on his face and a stiffy in his pants as he watched the voluptuous wife of his good friend Ryan Nielsen play with herself while fantasizing about Cole Steele's big black cock.

"That horny little bitch..." Jones said with a laugh. "I never would have imagined!"

"Okay, here comes the part where she takes the money." Swenson interjected.

Jones sat their dumbstruck.

"Wow, I can't believe what I just watched. I've known her for almost five years; I never would have believed she'd do something like this. I don't think she stole the money on purpose, but she definitely took it." Jones said incredulously.

"Here is the letter she sent Cole a few days later with the money included."

Jones read the letter and was still in disbelief.

"She didn't know that our security cameras in the bathroom captured her entire performance." Swenson commented.

"Holy shit!" Jones responded.

"I wanted to make sure she got what she craved, so we edited the tape and shared only the theft portion with her husband. We threatened to share it with the authorities unless he agreed to have her work off her punishment by living with me for three weeks!" Cole said as he finally spoke up.

"No shit! He agreed to that?" Jones asked surprised.

"Well not exactly." Swenson responded with a small laugh. "Her husband thinks she is housekeeping and cooking. Let's just say she has spent lots of time down on her hands and knees polishing Cole's possessions, but I wouldn't exactly call it menial labor. He has personally seen to it that her 'punishment' has been thorough and unrelenting, but to her credit she's handled it like a pro!"

"Fuckin-A, I can't believe this...so why are you sharing this with me now?" Jones asked, still in amazement.

"Cole has decided that he'd like for this 'arrangement' to continue beyond the three weeks of the original agreement. With your help we believe we have a plan that can make that happen. Here is what we want from you chief..."

Carl Swenson proceeded to lay out the plan that he and Cole had concocted.

After hearing all the details, Jones said, "Wow, that's a lot for me to be involved in. Don't forget that she and my wife are best friends and that Ryan and I play golf and racquetball together each week. You guys are asking a hell of a lot from me."

He continued, "But as you know, I'm always interested in helping out someone of your, uh, considerable means Mr. Steele. I would be happy to do it under a couple of non-negotiable conditions."

"And those are?" Cole asked, with the hair already standing up on the back of his neck.

"You double the amount of money you've offered..." Jones demanded.

"And if we agree to that?"

"I get her for 48 hours to do WHATEVER I want! As a matter of fact, if you want to start executing this scheme immediately as you've suggested, I want her tonight! I'll get her back here Sunday afternoon after I've fulfilled part two of the plan and taken her to Madam Balough's."

Cole looked at him with disdain. He had never liked Jones from their previous dealings, and right now he wanted to reach across the table and choke the son of a bitch. But deep down Cole knew he didn't have a choice; he needed Jones' help to execute his plan. The chief had been invaluable in contributing to Cole's "lifestyle" in Pacific Palisades and while Cole viewed him as a weasel, Jones had never failed to uphold his end of any of the "bargains" they'd made in the past.

"Okay, I will agree to your conditions, but no physical abuse chief!"

"Oh, I can assure she is going to endure physical abuse, but not the kind you are talking about Cole, it will all be sexual! I also want the cash payment in full right now." Jones demanded.

Cole and Carl excused themselves and went to talk in private. "We can't really execute any of this without his help, I'm afraid you have to agree to his demands if you want to follow through with this Cole." Swenson reminded him.

"That mother-fucker, I want to beat his ass right now!" Cole said angrily.

"I know how you feel boss, but he has all the leverage. We need him more than he needs us, and besides you can't go around beating the shit out police officers. In the end, if this all goes according to plan, your short term concessions to him will be a forgotten memory when you're enjoying that beautiful woman for however long you desire!"

"I know you're right Carl, but I still hate that mother-fucker. Anyway, go grab the money out of the car and let's make this deal and get away from this scumbag as soon as possible."

Cole waited for Carl to return with the money. He was carrying a large envelope as they re-entered the interrogation room and handed the cash over to Jones.

Jones thumbed through it knowing full well that he had all the leverage and that he was in for the time of his life over the next 48 hours. He said, "Okay I'll have my man ready to pick her up when you make the call. I'll see to it that she gets back here Sunday afternoon; the plan will be well into motion by then. And don't worry about her Cole; she'll be very well attended to until she's back in your possession. I suspect she'll be exhausted, but she'll probably be begging to get back into your arms, unless she's really into kinky sex!" Jones laughed as he grabbed the envelope and headed out the door.

"Hang on chief. She's not on the pill, how can we trust that she won't get pregnant?" Swenson asked.

"That's a great question Mr. Swenson. If it were possible to spray through tied tubes I'd be worried if I were you, but I had a vasectomy last year after my son was born. No more of those 'little brats' are in my future." He then dropped his pants and pulled one of his boxer legs up and let his big balls dangle out. He reached down and held up his sack and showed them his scar. "See boys these nuts will be shooting blanks...but they're damn sure to be shooting a whole lot of them in that sexy pie, I can assure you of that!"

He pulled up his pants and turned and started to walk out the door again.

Cole stopped him one last time and said, "No sharing her with anyone else, I don't want her getting knocked up."

"Now why would I do that? The Jones log is going to get as much of that sweet thing as possible. I may share her with some of her own gender, but mine will be the only cock that parties in her privates!" He turned and walked out the door.

Once outside of their view, Chief Jones let out a deep breath and excitedly contemplated what all this meant. He happily looked down at the envelope that contained a shitload of cash. But more importantly, he was soon going to be enjoying a sexual experience that to this point had been only a wild fantasy in his mind. He got a big grin on his face as he reached down and stroked his hardening cock through his uniform pants.

He was being watched by two men in an unmarked sedan as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Jones called his wife and said, "Honey, we've gotten a break on one of my cases; we are going to stake it out all weekend. I probably won't be home until Sunday afternoon. Give the kids my love! Oh by the way, I promised Ryan I would still meet him at the club tomorrow morning, so if you hear that I was there, please don't think I was doing it at the expense of time with you and the kids."

"Steve, I know how committed you are to your job, we'll be fine. Be safe, we love you!"

"Thanks for understanding honey... I love you guys too; I'll see you on Sunday. Hey, before I let you go, have you heard from Jenna this week?"

"No, I've left her a few messages but she hasn't responded. The people at the gym said she had something personal to attend to. Why do you ask?"

"Ryan said she is on the east coast caring for a sick friend. He said she left on short notice and forgot her cell phone." Steve lied.

"Oh that explains why I haven't heard from her, I hope everything is okay with her friend. It's weird that I don't remember her mentioning a friend on the East Coast before."

"It sounds like her friend is in pretty bad shape, according to Ryan the next 48 hours will be touch and go. Knowing Jenna, I expect she'll be down on her knees begging for whatever divine offerings she can get. You know I'm not a religious man, but for some reason I have a strong sense she'll be showered with more warm gifts than she can imagine."

"Steve, you are so sweet. I am proud that you spend time thinking about my friend while you have such an important 48 hours in front of you! I don't know what I did to deserve you. Good luck this weekend and don't work too hard."

"I'll try not to, but you know how these things go sometimes in confined tight places. In and out, up and down, anything to break up the pattern and pass the time as enjoyably as an assignment like this can allow. But I have to admit I really want this one, so I'll be doing it with enthusiasm. Hopefully I'll get a chance to put cuffs on my target before the weekend is over."

"I hope you do too! Don't forget to wear your protective gear if you get in any sticky situations."

Jones almost laughed. "10-4, I'll try. See you Sunday afternoon."

Jones hung up the phone and did laugh this time. "Oh there will be plenty of sticky situations, but I'm not going to be wearing any fucking protection. That dumb bitch has no idea how bad I've wanted to fuck her best friend since I first laid eyes on her. Nothing is going to stop me from spraying as much jism on that beautiful face as these big balls can muster." He reached down and grabbed his nuts.

Steve Jones still couldn't believe how gullible his pretty wife could be at times. The truth was he hadn't been on a real stake-out in probably five years, but he'd used the excuse time and time again to masquerade countless sex-filled weekends away from the family. His wife still bought it, never questioning why the Chief of Police still involved himself in such subordinate level activities.

He smiled again to himself before making three more important phone calls.

His part of the plan was now in place. All he had to do now was wait for the call from Carl Swenson and try not to get too aroused thinking about what the next 48 hours would bring.

*****

Carl and Cole made their way back to Santa Monica, "Drop me on the boat until after Jenna's gone and then send Dave with the car to pick me up." Cole said to him. "Hopefully this all goes according to plan, but these next 48 hours are going to be rough. I can't stand thinking about her being in his filthy possession all that time. Anyway, you're confident she'll try to call Ryan this afternoon?"

"I'm certain she will. Being in your room unsupervised with the cordless phone sitting at her disposal, she won't be able to help herself." Carl responded. "I have a backup plan in case she doesn't take the bait, but I'm pretty certain she will."

"So how did you set it up again?" Cole asked.

"The phone is on a dummy line. It will have a dial tone when she picks it up and dials his number, but the call will be routed back to a recorded system at your place. We recorded his voicemail greeting and it will come on after 4 rings. She'll think she's leaving him a voicemail message, but in fact he'll never actually receive her call. We'll be able to listen to the message and see what time she made the call." Carl explained to him.

"Brilliant Carl, those "skills" you acquired at the FBI sure come in handy."