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Le Français

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Chapter 64

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 64 - On the hunt for the mysterious crimelord 'Le Français,' Detective Sinead Connors meets financial wizz Marc Fornier. When she needs his help in her investigation, Marc decides that she can pay him back through a little game...

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Coercion   Consensual   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Light Bond   Rough   Spanking   Group Sex   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Sex Toys   Tit-Fucking   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Small Breasts   Slow  

Sinead was not thrilled.

Well, maybe she wasn’t admitting the truth to herself.

She knew she shouldn’t be thrilled. She knew this was a bad idea with lots of possible pitfalls that could go really poorly. And yet, as they were invited into the warehouse that she and Jules had staked out during the week, she couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation. Her eyes scanned the place, taking in the structure. The shape of the crates at the far end. Were they wooden, or more like black roadcrew crates? They weren’t stacked very high, maybe only up to around chest height, so were people opening them to put things in or take things out?

The bouncers had distinguishing features. The skinny guy had a tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve on his left wrist, and a scar on his right cheek. The woman, who felt like she dwarfed Sinead in every physical aspect, had a small tattoo in the crook between her left thumb and forefinger, and another one behind her right ear. Neither of them matched the descriptions that came across her desk, but that didn’t mean they were clean.

As Marc escorted her up the stairs she gave it to him a little, but when he flashed that smile of his and suggested that this was going to be a lot more fun than just busting the poker game, she had to agree.

Another woman stepped out of the door at the top of the stairs leading to the office area of the warehouse, this one model-thin with cascading blonde hair and a dress that was definitely meant to tease and distract. It had a low cut on the front, a high cut on the bottom and she somehow made both look less trashy than they should have.

“Hello, Mr Fornier,” she said. “It’s so lovely you could join us. My name is Rachel, and I’ll be your host for this evening. First, have you brought your buy-in?”

Marc looked to Sinead with a little smile, and Sinead lifted the wad of cash. It wasn’t the largest amount she’d ever held in her hands - she’d physically carried a couple of duffle bags filled with about $250,000 each after a successful drug raid on a distributor a few years earlier, not to mention the value of the heroin, coke and pills she’d seized over the years. This was, however, the most money she’d ever held in her hands that wasn’t evidence. Rachel reached out for it, and Sinead handed it to the woman with a bit of a pit in her stomach.

Marc was spending $10,000 to get them into this game. Unless he was a gambler and hadn’t mentioned it, that was likely the last time they’d see that money. It was almost four times as much as her monthly rent. And he was just ... spending it.

Fuck, Sinead thought. I should really get this necklace and the earrings checked. How much had he spent on her so far? He’d covered the dinner at George, the lunch at Canoe. Hired the stylists. The dress, the jewellery.

The least expensive things he’d given her were likely the fucking buttplugs.

“Lovely,” Rachel said as she accepted the cash. “I’ll get your chips once we’ve stepped inside. Mr Barisha has asked me to remind you that he hopes you do have an enjoyable night, Mr Fornier, but that he hopes you can speak business closer to the end of the evening.”

“Absolutely, Rachel,” Marc said with a nod.

“Please, follow me,” she smiled, turning and leading them into the lifted office area. Through the door was a hallway that ran the back length of the office with a hardwood floor and a rich decor that looked more like a fancy hotel than a grimy warehouse. The light sconces along the walls had red lightbulbs in them, casting a strange hue on the entire space. Rachel led them to a pair of double doors - oak, with frosted windows and brass nobs, and motioned for them to wait as she went further down the hallway to another door. She nocked, spoke through it, and when it opened Sinead noted it looked like reinforced steel rather than wood. Rachel handed the cash over to someone and received a rack of poker chips. The door shut, and she returned to them, handing Marc his funds.

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