Chapter 11: The Two Investigators

In Ishawna’s office, the walls were lined with framed porn movie posters, each one under Ishawna production. The room was filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint hint of cigar smoke. She sat behind a mahogany desk, her legs crossed and a shrewd look in her eyes as she studied the latest analytics. “You two are a goldmine,” she said, her voice a low purr of satisfaction. “The numbers are through the roof.”

Mike and Roxie exchanged a proud smile, feeling a warmth spread through them at the validation of their hard work. “Thank you, Ishawna,” Mike said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. “We’re just doing what we love.”

Ishawna leaned back in her chair, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Your love for each other is clear in every frame,” she said, her eyes glinting with a hint of something darker. “But it’s more than that. Your story, your struggle—it resonates with people. They see the truth of the world you live in, a world where power and desire often go hand in hand.”

Mike felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the gravity of her words. Their website wasn’t just about sex anymore; it was a window into a world of decadence and depravity that the average person never knew existed. It was a place where the rich and powerful could indulge their darkest fantasies without fear of retribution.

Ishawna leaned forward, her eyes intense. “The people are tired of being lied to,” she said. “They see the addicts on the street, the poverty, the corruption. They know that the so-called ‘leaders’ and ‘saviors’ are all too often the ones turning a blind eye—or worse, profiting from their suffering.”

Her words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the glamour of the posters that surrounded them. “You know it, Mike,” she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’ve seen it firsthand. The men who claim to serve the law, who hide behind their badges and their bibles, committing acts that would make even the most hardened criminal blush.”

Roxie nodded solemnly, her eyes never leaving Ishawna’s. “The hypocrisy is what makes it so much worse,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet anger. “They preach about family and morality, all while they indulge in the very vices they claim to despise.”

Ishawna’s smirk grew wider. “Oh, I’ve seen it all,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “The preacher who comes to me for tithing, whispering his sins into my ear while his hands shake with lust. He knows what I do, and yet he asks for my help. It’s a delicious kind of power.”

Mike and Roxie shared a look, the implications of her words sinking in. “He knows?” Mike asked, his voice a mix of shock and fascination.

“Oh, he knows,” Ishawna said with a wink. “Everyone in town knows what I do. But that doesn’t stop him from coming to me, begging for my help with his ‘unclean thoughts’. It’s quite the show, really.” She leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. “He tells his flock that porn is a sin, that it’s the work of the devil. And yet, when he’s alone without his congregation, his hand wide openly, it’s my name he whispers asking for tithing.”

The revelation was both thrilling and terrifying. Mike and Roxie knew they were playing a dangerous game, but the thought of bringing down men like him, men who wielded power while hiding in the shadows, was exhilarating. “So, what’s the plan?” Mike asked, eager to get back to the task at hand.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” Ishawna said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “But take it further. I want you to get into the lives of the men who think they’re above the law. The politicians, the cops, the church leaders—the ones who preach purity while living in the gutter.”

Mike and Roxie looked at each other, the gravity of their mission sinking in. They had been capturing the raw, unfiltered reality of their own lives, but Ishawna was asking them to delve deeper, to expose the true faces of the town’s so-called pillars of the community. It was a risky endeavor, but one that resonated with the very essence of their website—to show the world the truth behind the façade.

“The drugs,” Ishawna said, her voice taking on a serious tone. “They’re everywhere. And yet, the ones who are supposed to protect and serve, the ones who are sworn to uphold the law, they turn a blind eye to the addicts that lay on the streets.”

Mike felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He had seen the addicts, the broken souls that lined the alleyways and begged for change outside of convenience stores. He had often wondered where the drugs came from, who was supplying them with the very thing that destroyed their lives.

“We’ve got to get closer,” Roxie murmured, her eyes hard with determination. “Find out who’s really in charge.”

Ishawna nodded, her expression grim. “You’re onto something,” she said, leaning forward. “The senators, they’re all caught up in their pet projects, their little games of power. They build their empires on the backs of the weak, and all the while, the real problems—the addicts, the poverty, the corruption—it festers.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she tapped a finger against her desk. “I’ve seen it,” she continued. “They throw money at projects that’ll line their pockets, get their names on buildings and bridges. But when it comes to the streets, to the people who really need help—crickets.”

Mike’s thoughts raced. This was more than just a porn site; it was a weapon, a way to shine a light on the darkest corners of the town they called home. He felt a fire ignite within him, a passion to bring justice to those who had been silenced for too long. “We’ll do it,” he said firmly. “We’ll go deeper.”

But before they could leave, Ishawna’s expression grew serious. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto theirs. “Remember, my dears,” she warned. “The deeper you go, the more dangerous it gets. These are powerful men we’re talking about, and they won’t take kindly to having their secrets exposed.” Her words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the gravity of their mission.

Mike nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of their task settle on his shoulders. “We know the risks,” he said, his voice steady. “But we’re ready.”

Ishawna studied them for a moment before she spoke again. “Good,” she said, her tone clipped. “Because there’s something I need you to do for me.”

Mike’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it?”

Ishawna leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You’ve proven your worth,” she said. “But now, I need you to prove your loyalty.”

Mike and Roxie exchanged a look, their excitement tempered by the sudden shift in tone. “What do you mean?” Roxie asked, her voice steady.

“I need you to bring me something,” Ishawna said, her eyes glinting. “A piece of the action. Something that proves you can get close to the real power players in this town. Something that shows you’re willing to go all the way.”

Mike felt a mix of excitement and fear. “What are we talking about?”

“A video,” Ishawna replied, her smile never wavering. “One that shows you’re not just playing games. One that proves you’re willing to get your hands dirty.”

Mike felt the blood rush to his cock at the thought of what they’d have to do. But it was Roxie who spoke first, her voice firm. “We’re in,” she said, her eyes never leaving Ishawna’s. “We’ll get what you need.”

Ishawna leaned back in her chair, a look of satisfaction playing on her face. “Good,” she said, her tone still serious. “I knew I could count on you two.” She slid a USB drive across the desk towards them. “On this,” she said, her voice low, “you’ll find the details of an event tonight. It’s at the mansion of one of the town’s most influential men. I want you to get in there and get me evidence of his ... extracurricular activities.”

Mike and Roxie shared a knowing glance. “You mean,” Mike started, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves, “we’re going to spy on a high-profile person?”

Ishawna’s smile grew wider. “Exactly,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “And not just any person. This is someone who’s got his hands in everything around here. Someone who could make or break us with a snap of his fingers.”

Fedarius Bolden, also known as FDB, was a man of many faces. By day, he was a rap music producer with a flair for the dramatic, turning the struggles of the streets into catchy beats and poetic verses. But by night, he was the shadowy leader of the Widowman Makers, a gang that ruled the underbelly of the town with an iron fist. The Widowman Makers focused on breaking the spirits of men, leaving them financially and emotionally devastated by taking their beautiful wives to be broken.

Ishawna spoke with a mix of contempt and fascination, recounting tales of FDB’s exploits that had been whispered through the town for decades. “This man,” she said, her voice thick with disgust, “has been accused of sexual misconduct more times than I can count. And not just misconduct, but the most heinous of crimes.”

Mike felt his jaw clench at the thought of what they were about to undertake. “Rape?” he asked, unable to keep the horror from his voice.

Ishawna nodded solemnly. “Among other things,” she replied. “The list of his alleged victims ranges from young starlets to seasoned actresses. And let’s not forget the children,” she added, her voice dropping to a murmur. “The ones who never made it to the headlines.”

The room grew quiet, the gravity of their mission weighing heavily on them. “Tonight,” Ishawna continued, “you’ll infiltrate FDB’s party. It’s the perfect opportunity to get what we need. He’s arrogant, he’s careless. But he’s also clever and surrounded by loyalists. You’ll have to be smart, and you’ll have to be careful.”

Mike took a deep breath, his hand tightening around the USB drive. “We’ll do it,” he said, his voice firm. “We’ll get the proof you need.”

Roxie nodded in agreement, her eyes steely with resolve. “We won’t let you down,” she added.

But before they could begin planning their infiltration, Ishawna spoke again. “You won’t be going in alone,” she said. “You’re going to need an invitation. And there’s only one way to get one of those.”

Mike’s heart sank. He knew what she was referring to. “Big Daddy,” he murmured.

“Yes,” Ishawna confirmed, her gaze unwavering. “FDB and Big Daddy go way back. There isn’t a gang leader in this city who doesn’t know him, and there isn’t a party of this caliber that Big Daddy doesn’t have an invite to. You need to find him, and convince him to take you along.”

Mike felt his stomach churn at the thought of facing Big Daddy again. The last time they met, the man had practically owned his mother, treating her like a trophy to be won and used as he saw fit. But he knew that if they were going to take down the corrupt elite, they had to start somewhere, and this was the most dangerous and critical step they could take.