Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 19) (Patreon)

Chapter 19

Lady rode up to her mansion, remotely turning off all of the landscape lighting and opening the front gate. The windows were all dark, since she released the staff before leaving that afternoon. A moment later she hit another button on the bike to open her secret garage. The redhead eased in, parked her bike, and closed the secret door. Then she went up to her heroine changing room/saferoom.

Stripping out of her costume, she exited into her closet. Then she hurried into the primary bedroom’s bath to take a shower and get ready for her date with Chad. He was picking her up in just forty-five minutes.

“I should’ve told him to pick me up at nine.”

After her shower, Courtney chose her outfit before putting on her makeup. She curled her waist-length fire red hair, giving it lots of volume. She put on a little black dress, really a uber tight and skimpy black bandage dress with a scandalously high hemline, and a daringly low neckline.

“I don’t know if Chad is a boob man or a leg man, so I’ll give him both,” she said.

The security system beeped. Someone was at the front gate. Courtney glanced at the clock: 7:54 PM. Of course he’d show up early. Why be late? The earlier he picked her up, the faster he got his greedy hands on her body. Right?

“Oh, Lord, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered, and access the system via her phone. “Hello?”

“It’s Chad,” he said.

She pressed a button on her screen to open the gate. “Come on up. I’ll meet you at the door.”

Courtney hurried back into the bathroom. She examined herself critically in the mirror. Slid on another coat of lipstick, fluffed her hair, and sighed.

“Going undercover always sucks,” she said. Looking her reflection in the eyes. “Be strong, girl. Be positive. At least you know the sex will be good. Right?”

As much as she hated to admit it, sex with bad guys was always amazing. She didn’t know if it was that whole forbidden fruit thing, or she had a mental sickness when it came to sex, but it seemed the worst, the scarier a man was, the better the sex. Or at least she enjoyed it more, had more orgasms.

“I really need to see a therapist.”

Leaving the bathroom, she stopped to slip on black stiletto pumps, picked up her purse, and then headed for the front door. She stepped out as Chad approached the door. He looked good in a suit and tie.

“Eager little beaver, aren’t you?” he joked.

“I’m famished,” she said. “So without further ado, shall we go, darling?”

“God, I love your English accent,” he said, taking her in his arms and claiming her lips. “And you smell wonderful.”

“Brilliant,” she said, head spinning. Who kissed a woman like that at the beginning of their first date? Bad boys who have already fucked you once, that’s who.

He escorted her to his vehicle. It was pretty new looking. She really didn’t know cars that well, especially American cars. But she forced herself to remain smiling.

Of course he’d drive a pickup truck, she thought. It was a silvery gray, with overlarge wheels. Is it a Jeep pickup? I didn’t even know they made those… Things.

He had to help her get in, since the truck was hiked up more than a little. At least he didn’t have to pick her up and place her in the seat. Still, her crotch would be brutally exposed every time she got in or out of it.

Wearing this dress was a mistake. I should’ve worn trousers.

Chad drove her to a really nice French restaurant — Chez Pierre. It was her favorite restaurant. She wondered if Chad actually did some research on her. The possibility was a little flattering, and very scary.

Since she was good friends with the owner-chef, Pierre Perot, they were given her favorite table with a beautiful view of the city below. Chad ordered a bottle of Champagne, and they chatted and drank while waiting for their food. They finished the bottle before the food arrive. She was happy to see he only drank one glass, but that meant she drank all of the rest. Yeah, she was buzzing.

He probably thinks I’m an alcoholic, she thought. And knows for a fact he’ll nail me tonight.

That thought left her breathless, squirming as her sex started leaking pre-cum. Damn, she got horny fast and profoundly. Yeah, alcohol did that to her, every single time. But then, she had already planned to sleep with him. Indeed her plan required him to take her home to his place.

The food was to die for. Of course. Pierre never disappointed. Neither of them had ordered much, so the meal went quicker than anticipated.

“So, where would you like to go dancing?” he asked.

Courtney bit her lip, smiled as she twirled a lock of hair, and leaned forward as she held his eyes.

“I think we can both agree that I’ve dranken… Drunk? Had too much to drink to go dancing,” she said, and giggled. He chuckled, confirming she was obviously drunk. “Just take me home.”

“You want to end our date early?”

“No, silly. Take me home to your home.”

She wagged her brows suggestively, bit her lip, and then drained her glass. “Now would be a good time. I’m about to burst with desir… We should really leave now.”

Oh, he looked excited. Chad waved the waiter over, handed over more than enough to pay for the meal and a good tip, and then helped Courtney stand. They departed, her hanging onto his arm. As she expected, he had to lift her up in his arms and place her in the truck. At least it protected her modesty, though more than a little embarrassing.

Chad drove to a modest three bedroom, two bath home just a few miles from the MAAD building. Very convenient drive to work. She stood on the driveway and looked it over. Two stories. A Craftsman style house, if she remembered correctly. It had a porch out front.

“Your home is quite lovely.”

He led her inside. Her baby blues cut left and right, noting every detail. It’s decor was Spartan, as becomes a man. She filed away the location of doors. One was open and proved to be the downstairs bath. The walls were all painted white, the floors beyond the foyer covered in a beige carpet. The kitchen was no where to be seen, so she assumed it was in back. Chad never hesitated, leading her straight to the living room couch.

Courtney squeaked when he wrapped her up in his arms, hugging her too wonderfully tight, and kissed her. Really kissed her. Her mind went blank during that long, open-mouth kiss. They stood there making out for the longest time, and when they finally pulled away she found her dressed unzipped. He pulled it down and off.

Wow. He is so bold.

She stood before him in lacy black bra, thong, and heels. He looked her over with wicked desire, licking his lips. Chad’s hands started roaming her almost naked body, sending the most wonderful feelings tingling throughout her shapely body.

“You’re body is insane,” he whispered, and claimed her lips again.

The leader of the state’s MAAD men kissed his way down her neck, to her cleavage. He quickly removed her bra, and smothered her tits with kisses and licks. She took the opportunity to remove his tie and jacket, and start unbuttoning his shirt. Then topless, buzzing so well from all that Champagne, Courtney grinned at him and dropped to her knees. She unfastened his trousers, and then pulled his underwear down to reveal his semi-erect cock.

“Oh baby,” she purred, and gave the head a little lick and kiss. Wrapping her hand around the quickly stiffening cock, the English noblewoman wrapped her lips around his crown and started giving him intense head. “Mmmmm.”

Courtney looked up to lock eyes with Chad, but his head was rolled back as he reveled in her efforts. A smile curled the corners of her mouth as she redoubled her efforts. She wanted him to come so hard all he wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep.

Come on, baby, come for me, she thought. Fill my mouth up with your spunk.

She determinedly kept her mind on task, not allowing her thoughts to wander. She did not want to think about the kind of man she was giving such intimate pleasure to, or what he’d do to her if he figured out she was an Alpha Meta, much less a heroine.

Make him come. Make him doze off. Search his house for incriminating evidence.

After a few minutes, she realized the bastard was fighting it. He wanted it to last as long as possible. Wanted her on her knees, debasing herself like that for his perverse pleasure. Dammit. She was giving him everything he desired, too. And doing a fine job of it, as well.

This is not working for me, atall, she thought. Fine. In for a penny…

The busty redhead relaxed her throat, clamped down on her gag reflex, and swallowed his entire dick. Right down her throat it went.

“Mmmmm.” He was long and thick enough to hurt her throat. Yet, there was always a certain visceral satisfaction giving deep-throat. “Mmmm. Mmmmm.”

The third time she took him all the way in, wrapping her full lips around his base, Chad gasped, clutched her head in both hands, and came in her throat. A deep sense of satisfaction washed through her. And once he finished ejaculating, she slowly pulled off and graced him with a self-satisfied, crooked smile.

“Are all English girls as good as you?”

“No. Only noblewomen give that kind of service to our men.”

“Are you really a noble?”

“Yes,” she said, wagging her brows as she licked her lips. “I’m Lady Courtney Chambers, Baroness of Upper Riverdale.”

“Is that in the Cockswolds?”

She reeled back. “It’s Cotswolds, and no.”

“Awesome,” he said, and offered his hand. “Shall we retired to my bed chamber, milady?”

“Of course, milord,” she played along.

The stairs were wood, so her heels made a god-awful noise going up. He followed her, so she glanced back to see him staring at her feet with a grin. As long as he was happy. At the top of the stairs, she stopped to regard four open doors.

Chad placed his hand on the small of her back, ushering her into the back corner bedroom. There was a king-sized bed taking up most of the room. No attached bath. Small closet. Two negatives in her mind. Still, the bed was made, with a brown and black comforter making the room look too dark for her tastes.

I’m not here to judge his personal style.

“How, um, lovely,” she said, turning back to him.

Throwing her arms over his shoulders, she rose up on her toes and offered her lips. He accepted, and they made out hot and heavy for a few more minutes. His hands roamed her mostly nude body, and for the first time that evening he slipped a hand under her thong to explore her cunny.

“Find something to like, milord?”

“Indeed. Shall we tally ho into bed?”

She did a double-take, shrugged and led him to the bed. He stopped her when she started to pull the covers back.

“No, baby, I want to see every inch of you,” he said. “We’ll do it on top of the covers.”

Yeah. He left the lights on, too. Wonderful. So she slipped her thong off, crawled up atop the bed, and knelt in the middle. Chad quickly finished stripping and joined her. He immediately kissed her from lips to crotch, and started eating pussy. She relaxed, flat on her back, knees up and spread wide, and massaged his scalp. He wasn’t the best she’d ever enjoyed, but he wasn’t bad, either. And considering that all she’d already done with him, and her level of intoxication, he quickly pushed her over the top.

“Oooooh… Aye,” she sighed, body erupting in bliss.

Chad gifted her five climaxes before he lifted up, crawled over her, and slowly mounted her. Courtney’s back bowed, eyes wide, when that long, thick cock penetrated. Oh, she felt that. He quickly got into a groove, thrusting hard and fast, and oh so deep. Soon, she felt his nutsack slapping her taint. Her cunt tightened around him, intensifying her pleasure tenfold. Within just a few minutes, she felt that rise to climax. Hot tingles flowing freely.

“Aaaggh! Oh, Chad,” she cried. “Do it again. Please, do it again.”

He never missed a beat, but lifted up onto his knees between her legs. Chad flipped her feet over his shoulder, and then leaned forward to really pound into her hard and fast. Courtney gazed up at him. How was he lasting so long? Her body was still quivering from all the climaxes, and she could feel herself starting to rise toward another. If he didn’t come soon, he’d force her into machinegun orgasms, and it would be over for her. She’d sleep until morning. No waking up to explore and search.

To tease him, she pulled one knee closer, then tapped his lips with a long stiletto heel. He gave it a lick, then sucked on the end a second. Then to her delight and surprise, he slowly pulled that sexy designer shoe off and tossed it away. Smiling, she pressed her big toe to his mouth, and he started sucking on it. Licked all of her toes, but only sucked on the big toe, but that’s all he needed.

She felt his dick swell, twitch, and he grunted as hot, viscous cum flooded her womb.

“Oh yes. Give it all to me, baby.”

After five ejaculations, he pulled out and shot another string of cum across her glistening, quivering cunny. She completely relaxed as he collapsed atop her, huffing and puffing furiously. She stroked his back, making tiny sounds of comfort and joy. Then after digging her long nails into his butt cheeks, and raking them across to his waist, she giggled at his grunt of pain and rolled him off to the side.

“I think you broke me,” she giggled. “That was amazing.”

“Yes it was,” he whispered, a big smile on his face. “Wow. Better than last Sunday.”

That made her smile. He sounded sincere. And then darkness sucked her down.

Courtney’s eyes popped open at a god-awful sound. Chad lay on his back next to her, snoring so loud.

No wonder he doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend, she thought. Then her bladder got her full attention. It felt like she would burst at any second. Rolling out of bed, Where’s the loo?

The redhead cupped her cunny to keep everything in, rushing out of the room. She found the upstairs bathroom, plopped down on the toilet without taking the time to close the door, and relaxed. Urine and cum flooded out in a loud torrent. She sighed, eyes fluttering closed. While her stream was hard and loud, she could hear Chad’s snores even in there.

How does he not wake himself up?

Once she was empty, Courtney quietly closed the door, turned on the lights, and cleaned up as best she could bathing out of the sink. A whore bath, her mother called it. And then, after listening to his snores a moment longer, she check the other two bedrooms. Nothing there but beds. So, naked as the day she was born, Courtney padded softly down the stairs.

After a quick search, she found a sealed in back porch that he used as an office. Sitting behind the desk, she opened the laptop and hit enter. Sound came out of it as it booted back up to… A prompt for his password.

“Fuck.”

She typed in MAAD. Failed. Changed it to lowercase. Failed. So she gave up, because if she locked him out of his computer then he might figure out it was her. So she went through his bills, he credit card statement, and all the desk drawers. Nothing she could use against him in court.

And then she heard the creak of the stairs.

Panic consumed her. Courtney closed the laptop, and then rushed into the kitchen as quietly as she could. Finding the fridge, she opened it and pressed in close and pretended to be searching for something.

“What’s going on?”

“Aaiiee!” she screamed and whirled around. “Don’t do that! You just scared five years off my life.”

He just laughed. “What are you hungry or something?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to cook you some eggs and bacon?”

That sounded dreadful, but he seemed to believe her.

“That sounds divine.”

As Chad pulled what he needed out, and turned on the stove, she backed away to watch. Mostly, she dwelt in her own head, cursing herself for banging the most evil man in the city just to search his house. And she came up with nothing but a aching, throbbing cunny. Yeah, she knew they’d return to bed after their midnight meal, and he would fuck her stupid again.

All for abso-fucking-lutely nothing.