This is a work of fiction, using characters from the film, “LA Confidential". No insult or invasion of privacy or infringement of copyright is intended. The story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.
Shadows
©2007 by: C4C
CHAPTER NINE
After a mostly sleepless night, Ed came into the office in a black mood, lightened only slightly by Joy's presence. He was tired and frustrated and thought, if that weasel Martini bothered him today he would really just shoot the bastard and be done with it. He was sure the whole office would applaud.
Bud had no more than checked into the office when he was given the task of trying to identify the new corpse. He would have to spend most of the day at the morgue, talking to the family of one of the previous victims who, it was hoped, would give him some clue as to her identity. 'Great,' he thought, as he headed out, 'just great!'
Joy was inundated with paperwork and phone calls from various newspapers and radio stations, all wanting a by-line for their afternoon editions. She and Ed did manage to exchange a few glances and some small talk and she was pleased when he told her he was looking forward to their date. At the end of the day, despite everything, she was able to leave a little early to pick up her dress.
Across town, Lynn was having an equally busy afternoon. The sale she was throwing had gone better than expected and she had already decided to have her two girls close up so that she could meet Bud at home, on time. But, there was one sale she wasn't going to miss.
When Joy came in, she greeted her warmly and ushered her into a dressing room to fit the outfit. Both women were satisfied that the alterations were perfect. Lynn instructed one of her assistants, Annie, to box the dress which gave the two women a chance to talk.
"It's beautiful, just beautiful," Joy was enthusing.
"I'm glad, but can we take a rain check on that coffee?" The color in Lynn's cheeks was high and she seemed very animated. ''I have a big date with my husband tonight."
"A date with your husband?"
"Of course!"
"Well, that's encouraging. Far be it from me to stand in the way of romance." Joy saw the genuine love and excitement in Lynn's face and wondered if she would ever find that for herself.
"Thanks," Lynn responded, "and will you let me know how it goes with Ed?"
"Of course. You'll be the first to know."
"Okay." She watched as the box was placed in Joy's waiting arms. "You know, I think you and I are going to be good friends. We'll talk soon."
"Yes, we will." Joy took Lynn's outstretched hand. "And I think you're right!"
Bud was fairly pacing the floor, waiting for her to get home. When she walked in, he gave her such a devouring kiss that there was a brief moment of doubt as to whether they would actually make it to dinner. Lynn read his thoughts.
"Are you really hungry?" she whispered into his ear.
"Starved. You?"
"Yep. I am eating for two now, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go."
"Don't you want me to change, first?"
"What for?" he growled, "you look fine to me."
"But I want to look pretty for you."
"Doll." He kissed her, again. "You always look pretty to me. Besides, why bother with different clothes?" He gave her that wolf like stare that made her shiver. "You won't have them on for long."
“Hmm," she said, fiddling with his tie, "is that a promise?"
"Yeah, it is. And I always keep my promises. Don't I?"
"You sure do."
They went to the same Chinese restaurant they always did, because Bud liked the fried rice they were famous for. They asked for a back table and ordered cocktails. They each kept it down to one. They wanted to be wide awake for later.
But, later became sooner. Bud draped his arm around her and they sat so close she was practically in his lap. He nibbled and blew in her ear the way he knew drove her nuts. Lynn's hand stroked his inner thigh and, glancing around to be sure nobody was looking, squeezed his crotch. He drew in a sharp intake of breath. "Baby, do that again and we'll never make it to dinner."
"Maybe that's my plan," she breathed.
"What was that about eating for two?" he said, trying to distract her.
"He's sleeping."
They both giggled, then locked in a kiss that would have led to fatal consequences but the food arrived.
They had fun for a few minutes, feeding each other with chopsticks but with each bite of food, they would stop to caress and feed on each other and finally they had forgotten about the food entirely. They gave up on it. Bud asked the waiter to wrap it up. Lynn nodded, approvingly.
"It'll taste better later," she crooned.
"Yeah and an hour after that we'll be hungry again," Bud teased back.
"And horny."
Bud pretended to be shocked. "Now, what kind of talk is that for a married woman?"
"I'm not interested in talk," she sassed back, as the waiter brought back their packages. "Are you?"
On the drive home, it was hard to keep their hands off each other. The traffic was light but Bud was worried about getting a traffic ticket.
She moved in close and placed her hand behind Bud's neck as she caught his earlobe between her teeth, gently nibbling and pulling on it. He let his hand slide up her smooth leg, loving the feel of her inner thigh right up where her stockings ended where he could touch her bare skin. He lingered there, letting his fingers curve around her, caressing her through her panties, enjoying how warm and wet she was already. Lynn, in turn, traced the inside of his leg with her long fingernails, sending delicious shivers through his body. Reaching his crotch, she spread her fingers to stroke the huge erection through his pants, wreaking havoc on his senses. But when she moved her head down to his cock, he tried to stop her, thanking God for the red light.
"You try that again and I'm gonna pull over right now."
"Oh, yes," she answered in mock terror. "Over there seems like a good spot."
"Yeah and wouldn't that be a nice scene if a cop came by?"
"You could just flash your badge, you know." She pulled his shirt out of the waistband and fondled his chest, rubbing her palms over his nipples. "Just tell them I was resisting arrest."
He moaned as the light changed and tried to concentrate on driving in a straight line. "Will you behave yourself? You're expecting, for Christ's sake."
"Oh, I'm expecting all right!"
Somehow, he got them home without having a major accident. They stumbled into the house, already half-undressed. Kicking the door closed, Bud spun Lynn around and pushed her up against it. He raised her blouse and cupped her full breasts in her hands. Pregnancy was already making them fuller and the nipples more sensitive. She moaned as he pinched and twisted them softly. He released them only to allow Lynn to get his jacket and shirt off.
"You're popping the damn buttons," he snickered.
"I can sew," she snickered back.
Running his hands up her back, he pulled her to him, causing her to arch against his chest as he licked and sucked the tight buds into his mouth. She cried out as hot arrows of hot warm pleasure traveled to her core. Unbuckling his pants, she pushed them over his hips as she ground her pelvis against his swollen cock, making him groan. Bud knew they would never make it to the bedroom. Placing his hands under her ass, he picked her up and carried her to the couch.
He kicked off his shoes and pants, kissing her all the while and knelt
between her legs. She leaned back and raised her hips as he tugged her
soaking panties over her stockings. His fingers found her clit, hard
and slick and he stroked it as she rocked against his hand. His fingers
slid into her making her writhe under him. She locked her fingers in
his hair and let her head fall against the cushions as wave after wave
of erotic tension coursed through her.
Finally, with one swift movement, Bud dove into her. Lynn gripped his ass, meeting him thrust for thrust, encouraging him with guttural cries of passion. He was struggling for control, wanting this to last as long as it could.
"God, Lynn," he grunted, "I want to fuck you like this the rest of my life. Come for me, baby, I want to feel you come!"
Wrapping her legs around his waist, he stretched on top of her, burying himself as deep as he could into her pulsing sheath. He grasped her shoulders as he plunged in, harder and faster as she bit his neck, tasting his warm, salty sweat.
He could feel the tension of his approaching orgasm start deep inside his groin and he had to fight hard against it. Just when he thought he couldn't wait, he felt Lynn stiffen and arch, the walls of her sex squeezing his cock as she cried out. With a deep grunt he exploded into her, spurting over and over in sweet relief.
When they were able to move again, they found their way back to the bedroom where they lay warm and sated, their bodies wrapped together in the soft bed.
Saturday.
Ed and Joy's big night had finally arrived.
They pulled up to the valet parking line outside a club called "The Moonlight Lounge." Ed led her through the highly polished mahogany and brass doors along a wide and lavishly furnished lobby and then into the main ballroom. The seating was on two levels connected by mahogany railings with brass headers that sat on gleaming wood floors. The crystal chandelier hanging over the dance floor was nearly as big as Joy's apartment and she stared at it in awe. She had been to some of the better clubs in New York but they couldn't hold a candle to this.
After they were seated, Ed ordered two champagne cocktails with such aplomb that she just stared him: she couldn't believe this was the same brusque, business-as-usual Captain from the precinct.
"So, what do you think of this place?" he asked, very pleased with the expression on Joy's face.
"Okay. I'm impressed,” she said, happily. "I read about this place some weeks ago and about how hard it was to get reservations. How did you manage?"
He cocked an eyebrow and leaned toward her. "You're not the only one with connections, you know. I just called in a few well-placed markers."
"Well, like I said, I'm impressed."
He smiled. "Come on, take your drink, and we'll go for a stroll. You'll see how this place got its name."
Taking her arm under his, they walked into a lovely outdoor garden. Plants and flowering bushes were artfully arranged everywhere and separated by deeply set stone walkways. Small, twinkling lights mimicked the big stars overhead. The sky was clear and the heavens shone full and bright as a warm soft breeze seductively caressed their skin under the golden moon.
"Oh, Ed, this is magnificent! I can't remember the last time I saw anything more beautiful."
"I can," he replied, looking deeply into her eyes. "I've been looking at her all night."
He smiled, as she blushed.
Music from the ballroom wafted in on the breeze to surround him.
"May I have this dance?"
"Yes. I'd like that, very much,” she said, sweetly.
They came together as he moved effortlessly into the step, listening to the tune.
Moonlight becomes you
It goes with your hair.
You certainly know the right thing to wear.
Moonlight becomes you,
I thrill at the sight
And I could get so romantic, tonight.
They danced to that and then to a couple of other tunes until Ed, noticing the goosebumps on her arms, said, "It's getting a little chilly out here, why don't we go back inside and order?"
Joy nodded agreeably, not wanting to tell him that he, not the weather was the cause of her condition.
Ed had just seated her, and they had taken their menus when she suddenly saw the happy look on his face change abruptly. He was staring in the direction of the foyer. Where two of his boys in blue were waiting for him.
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