“You are a sick pig, yuh know?”

Bella unzipped the front of her skinny dress, let it drop about her ankles and kicked it aside. She was naked underneath.

“I guess,” he replied, watching her healthy breasts sway, “but nothing, I mean nothing comes close to the feeling I get seeing you naked and willing.”

“Well don’t let your grandiose friends find out. Election Day’s coming ‘round.”

Senator Malcolm Dowel pulled his suit jacket one side and unzipped his trousers. “I’d be more concerned if Melissa found out.”

“Yeah. That high-octane wife of yours would hang your ass out to dry. Without a fuckin’ penny. Where is she anyway?”

“Bad for you and me both, I assure you.” He pushed Bella back and she lowered herself to the edge of the mattress. “Melissa’s up in Boston, some hostile takeover of a bank. She’s gone ‘till tomorrow so you can spend the night.”

“Sleep with you? I don’t think so.”

“Look, for what it’s worth, I felt bad about divorcing your mother. But Melissa came along ... met her at a fundraiser ... and a three-hundred dollar dinner at Jason’s netted me a two-million dollar political contribution.”

“And this house. So you took the money and shit on mom and me.”

“Damn right I took the money, in return for easing the burden on Melissa Munn’s business interests. And yeah, I admit to being just another charm on Melissa’s bracelet, but when it comes to money, I’m a slut.”

“But Melissa doesn’t fuck. Right? Separate bedrooms, I hear. So that’s where I come in.”

“So right.” He smiled. “And I’m glad you went back to using you mother’s maiden name. Saves me a ton of embarrassing questions.”

“I could use my stage name...”

“Sure,” he smirked, “and what is it this week? Bella Boobs?” The Senator slipped a hand behind her neck and pushed his cock against her lips. “C’mon now. Give dad a nice blowjob.”

“Jesus,” she swore, but curled her lips about the ridge of his penis and noisily suckled the head.

“God, you’re a sultry bitch.”

Bella pulled back and wiped her chin on a wrist. “I got it from mother.”

The Senator pulled her face back down. “I don’t know where you got it from, sweetie,” he said, rolling his hips forward. “But it wasn’t from Diana. Fuckin’ your mother was like fuckin’ a plank of wood.”

“What? ... No blowjobs? ... No anal? ... Poor baby.” And Bella slid her lips down along the shaft, her tongue rasping the underside of his cock with quick, lithe strokes. “And I thought you loved her.”

“I did. In the beginning, I guess. And when she died, I was truly sorry.”

“And that’s why you like fucking me. I remind you of her.”

“Don’t be absurd. I fuck you because it’s a filthy, disgusting thing for a father to do.”

“Mmm. If you want anal, I have to lube-up.” Tightening her throat muscles, Bella went deep, held, then slowly sucked as she lifted her face. His cock popped outta her mouth. “Well?”

His head rolled back. “Ahh geez no, this is too good. What a god-damned throat.”

She went deep four or five times then returned to licking and sucking on the tip. “You about ready, then?”

“Do the balls first, okay?”

“Sure.” Bella lifted his penis, trapping his erection between thumb and fingers. She kissed his scrotum then, flattening her tongue, lathered it with broad, wet strokes. She sucked up first one testicle, then the opposite, rolling each between her lips. “Now?” She lifted her eyes. “Want me to do it?”

“Naw,” he smiled. “Open up.”

Dropping her jaw, Bella relinquished her hold on his penis and tilted her face up. The Senator moved in and taking his cock in his hand, he masturbated, spurting long ropy strands of semen across her lips and onto her tongue.

“You were great, Bella,” he said, watching as she licked up his mess and swallowed.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I’ll need something extra this time.”

“What? The price of cocaine gone up again?”

“Hey. I got expenses,” Bella replied, reaching for her dress.

He watched her lithe ass reach and bunch as she bent to shimmy the silk up skinny thighs. “Speaking of getting paid, here’s this. From Melissa’s attorney.”

A cold chill compressed Bella’s spine. “What is it?”

“Don’t know. But if it comes from Melissa Munn, it can’t be good.”

Bella took the envelop, tore it open and scanned the heavy parchment. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

Bella looked up. “She’s cutting me off. The trust fund Melissa set up for me has been dissolved. I’ll be left with nothing.”

“Oh dear, dear me,” Malcolm chided. “You’ll be trolling johns for the rest of your life,” he laughed. “A toothless old lady, down on her knees and giving gummy, ten-buck blowjobs in back alleyways until you croak.”

“Bastard.” Bella crumpled the page. “I’m still in your will, aren’t I?”

Malcolm pursed his lips. “Well yes. But that’s on the condition I survive Melissa. And being I’m twenty years her senior, I’m afraid that’s not likely.”

Bella parked hands on hips. “Well in that case, the cost of doing business just went up, asshole. Unless you want me to go public.”

The Senator felt the sweat gathering in his shoes. “What’dayuh mean?”

“Just that you’ve had it pretty good over the years. From the time you took me up to the fishing lodge ... you and your buddies. Remember? You talked me into skinny dipping while they watched. And after the pan-fried trout, you passed me around like a dessert tray. Christ. I was only twelve. I didn’t know what a blowjob was but after they were finished with me, I was well on my way to becoming a connoisseur.”

“A fine introduction into your future endeavors,” he said on the backside of a dirty laugh. “I still got photographs, somewhere. Of you working your way around the room ... guy-to-guy ... with the spoog drooling down your chin.”

“Ahh, our family photos. Heart warming.” Bella turned her face away. “You disgust me.”

“Yes. And that’s what keeps me coming back.” He thought a moment. “Look, fair’s fair. Why don’t you come by for drinks. Make it Friday evening. We’ll have a bite to eat after, then talk to Melisa. Straighten this whole friggin’ thing out.”

“Yeah. And then?”

He shot her a smile. “Then I’ll drive you home. And you can show me how much you appreciate my efforts. Bring your lube, understand?”

“Sure. Bend across the backseat, with my head out the window.”

Detective Jill Anderson got the call Saturday morning. She was met at the iron gate by a uniformed officer. “Hey Roy. You pull the weekend shift?”

He grinned. “The overtime comes in handy.”

“I’ll bet. How’s family?”

Pride puffed his chest. “The eldest is starting school this week. And the little one squeezed my finger this morning, as I kissed her goodbye. It’s never happened before.”

Jilly beamed. “I’m sure she misses her daddy.” Jilly scanned the hillside beyond the gate. “Crap. Look at this place.” She saw the mansion built into the side of a hill, the six-car garage, the pool and tennis courts, a horse stable and paddock. “So this is what they mean by gated community.”

Roy nodded. “Yeah. All the warmth and coziness of the IRS building, but without the dreaded tax assessment.”

“Huh.” Jilly lifted a shoulder. “Has Doctor Reid arrived?”

“About half-hour ago.”

“And?”

“Word is the Senator shot his wife, then turned the gun on himself. It’s going to be a shit-show when the press arrives.”

“Okay. Keep the gates closed and tell them we’ll hold a press conference as soon as we figure out what’s going on.”

Jilly drove up the tree-lined lane and was directed at the front door into Senator Dowel’s study where his body was slumped across a mahogany desk. Doctor Frank Reid set aside his digital camera and peered over wire-rimmed spectacles. “Detective Anderson,” he acknowledged Jilly.

“The rumors have already started.” Jilly moved across the plush carpet and stooped to see. “Murder-suicide?”

Frank glanced at the body. “Not from where I stand.”

A frown weaved across Jilly’s forehead. “Explain.”

“I’ll know more when I get him on the table but I can tell you right now, the telemetry is all wrong.” The doctor held his fingers, in the shape of a gun, to his temple. “If I shoot myself,” he cocked his thumb, “the bullet travels through the skull from right to left. Not down at an angle.” He tilted his elbow up to demonstrate, his fingers now at an awkward position at the side of his head. “The bullet entered Mr Dowel’s right temple and exited below his left ear, an angle of approximately 32-degrees.”

Jilly grasped the consequences immediately. “Someone stood over him and shot down.”

“Precisely. And the angle would suggest the guy was tall. I’m average height and I have to really tilt my arm to reach that 32-degree angle. In addition,” Frank continued, “from the congealed blood, I place the deaths two hours apart.”

The frown deepened. “Two hours...”

“Yes. You’ve got a double homicide on your hands, Detective. One with an unusual time lag.”

“Damn. I’ve got to look in on Mrs Munn’s body. Then check for forced entry,” Jilly turned toward the door, “and then form up a team, run a sweep of the property, and finger prints, then the security tapes, and mustn’t forget...” Frank smiled as the voice of the recent graduate from the Police Academy receded along the hallway. He admired her youth, and her spunk. He placed his camera into its leather case. If only I had it to do all over again.

Jilly sat across the desk from Harry Munn. “Thanks for coming, Mr Munn. My condolences on the death of your sister.”

He was a big guy, Jilly noted– at least six or six-one, with good shoulders.

“Thank you, but don’t sweat it. Melissa wasn’t well liked.”

Jilly pulled a yellow pad closer and picked up her pen. “How’s that?”

Harry humped. “For some reason, in their will, my parents appointed Melissa as a sort of family banker. After the accident I, along with my brothers Rick and Phil, thought the fifty-five million my parents left behind would be divided four ways.” He smiled sadly. “Melissa had other plans.”

“You didn’t get your fair share,” Jilly put in, her voice touched with excitement.

“Practically nothing came to us. If you’re looking for a suspect, Detective, you need look no further than across this desk.”

“You had probable cause.”

“Sure. All of us did. But my brothers and I are resourceful. Rick and I are both attorneys: Munn and Munn, specializing in corporate law. And Phil moved out west to work in movie production. He’s financed several hit motion pictures and he’s our family’s secret success story. We all had reason to murder our sister. And I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind, a time or two.”

“I see.” Jilly sat back. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re not a suspect, Mr Munn. I guess I need to speak with Melissa’s attorney regarding your parents’ will.”

Harry shook his head. “Ralph Cohen? He’s like a bear with a fat fish. He won’t give it up. I’ll warn you. You won’t get to first base without a court order. And even then, he’ll try to slimmy his way outta it.”

“Thanks for the heads-up. And I’d appreciate it, if you would make yourself available for further questioning, if the need arises.”

“Perhaps next time, over dinner?”

Jilly glanced up, the heat racing through her chest. “Gosh, Mr Munn. Are you putting a move on me?”

“If that’s what you want to call it.” His face broke out in a boyish grin. “And I’ve always found it best to stay close to the people in the know– to keep tabs on developments.”

How close? Jilly thought and embarrassed herself, her nipples twisting beneath a lace bra that did little to disguise the fact.

If he noticed, he was too much of a gentleman to stare. “I’m always available, if you should decide,” he said, rising from his chair. “You have my number.”