Witness

her, but Rickover did have proof of their illicit relationship, and was
only too glad to share.

BENITA BENDER PRESENTED AN AFFIDAVIT to a friendly judge
at her home early Saturday morning, laying out the reasons she
wanted to have a shadow counsel appointed to Nicholas Ashworth,
ostensibly to protect his rights and interests because in the opinion
of the DA’s Office, Charles Bagby was not doing so. The judge care-
fully considered the details in the document, then spent some time
considering the young prosecutor in her living room. Finally she
sighed and issued the written order from her home computer,
telling Bender that if this came back to bite her later on, hers
wouldn’t be the only ass hanging out. Benita assured the judge that
she was well aware of this.

A senior criminal litigator from the Milner Law Firm agreed to be
shadow counsel for Ashworth and accompanied Benita to the
county lockup for a hastily arranged meeting with Nicky Ashworth
at ten Saturday morning. He said he was not going to talk without
his lawyer present, and then he wouldn’t talk anyway. Benita in-
formed him that he did not have to talk, just listen, and also in-
formed him that the man seated to her left was now his lawyer be-
cause very soon Chuck Bagby would need legal representation of his
own. For the first time since she had met him in person, Benita be-
lieved she saw worry in the young thug’s eyes.

She laid it all out for him, including the fact that his second in
command had been shot to death on Friday afternoon while trying
to kill the chief witness against him, a witness who was still alive
and healthy and under the best protection in the city. She then ex-
plained what they knew about Chuck Bagby and his connection to

the leaking of confidential police information, information that had
led to the deaths of several informants and witnesses. Next came the
explanation of the real reason why Bagby had been willing to use his
influence to help Ashworth on the sly, and it had nothing to do with
the drug dealer’s money. Benita might have led him to believe that
she had more evidence to tie him to the leak case than she really
did; hinting that witness tampering and additional murder charges
might be forthcoming. The lawyer from the Milner firm asked for a
private conference with his new client and about twenty minutes
later he asked Benita to step back in. An hour after that they had
hammered out a deal for a plea bargain, one that might just let Ash-
worth out of jail before his sixtieth birthday, if he behaved while in
state prison, the death penalty taken off the table in exchange for
complete cooperation.

Chuck Bagby was arrested at his Hoover home early Sunday
morning by detectives from the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office in
conjunction with Hoover PD officers. Benita had already been in
contact with the Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the FBI’s
Birmingham Field Office as well as the head of the Criminal Divi-
sion at the U.S. Attorney’s Office. Monday afternoon, FBI agents
from Birmingham as well as the resident office in Meridian, Missis-
sippi paid Donald Marvin Hicks a visit at his palatial home just out-
side the city. In the coming days, more investigators would be drop-
ping by to visit the Hicks home, most notably from the SEC and IRS,
as well as a few state and local agencies.

By way of thanks for her assistance in wrapping up the depart-
ment’s leak case, choosing to put doing the right thing ahead of
breaking a story, both Benita Bender and Anita Epstein agreed to sit
down for a joint exclusive interview with Channel 13’s Farina War-

ren to discuss those parts of the case that were now resolved and
could be made public. I declined to participate and requested in the
most strenuous terms that my name be kept as far out of the conver-
sation as possible. Farina agreed, but made it plain that this would
come at a price. “Emphasis on cum!” she had chuckled.

I saw the interview and thought it went well, didn’t really learn
anything I didn’t already know, that is until the very end when Fa-
rina asked Benita about rumors she had been hearing about the
DDA’s possible departure from the prosecutor’s office. Benita sim-
ply smiled told the reporter that she should know better than to lis-
ten to rumors.

A month later Benita did leave the DA’s Office for a junior part-
nership at the Milner Law Firm and took over the post of assistant
head criminal litigator. Not too bad for someone who wasn’t even
thirty-three yet, and her annual salary would quadruple by next
year, not to mention partnership bonuses. They might not realize it
for a while, but the DA’s Office had just suffered a major blow.

Quinton Beasley didn’t have to testify now that Nicky Ashworth
had taken a deal, so he went back to his old life and Leigh told me
that within a week or so he seemed to be his old self again, back at
work driving all the ladies to distraction, occasionally a forty-six
year old grandmother, too.

New jobs came in to Triple-D and we were suddenly a lot busier.
We still had to finish interviews with Birmingham detectives and in
order to make sure we complied, the head of Robbery-Homicide had
confiscated our personal security licenses until he was satisfied with
our stories. This didn’t actually hamper us from working because
only the state has the power to suspend security licenses. Besides,

we all had digital copies of our licenses on our phones anyway, but it
made the captain feel better.

One surprisingly mild day at the end of the month, a junior detec-
tive showed up at the office, and as luck had it, we were all there just
finishing with lunch and a thorough BS session. The detective in-
formed us that she was returning our licenses. She stood in the mid-
dle of the bullpen and read off the names and each of us raised our
hands as she did so. She only had one left and turned to Sheila two
desks away.

“Well since you’re the only gal, I guess that makes you Ms. Betan-
court, then.”

Sheila did not comment, simply took her license from the detec-
tive and put it back in her wallet. I thanked the detective, told her to
give my regards to Captain Armando, and walked her out. Then it
was back to the BS session…

SUMMER SCHOOL HAD ENDED AND REGULAR school was al-
ready back in session. Vice Principal Otis was very busy for the first
month as summer gave way to fall, and her husband’s work had
slowed considerably. However, at the end of September, the last
weekend in fact, Niqe found herself with a bit of free time on her
hands, and I invited her over for a meal. She chuckled wickedly
when I made the invitation.

“So are you going to feed me or eat me?” she said throatily.
“Both,” I replied, and we both laughed.
I made pasta and fruit salad, both served cold. The pasta had been
intended to be served while it was still hot, but Mrs. Otis was clearly
in the mood to play when she arrived so I shut everything off and
we retired to the bedroom where I unhurriedly stripped the clothing

from her buxom body while rebuffing her attempts to undress me.
All her previous hesitations about being naked in front of me were
now gone and when I removed the last item, her blue silk undies,
Niqe did a quick spin around like Lynda Carter from the 70s and
then stood with hands on her hips, staring at me defiantly.

I smiled, feeling my blood surge, reached out and pulled her to
me. We kissed for quite some time and her hands were moving all
over my still clothed body. She tried once again to undress me but I
pushed her hands away, stepped back, grinned at her, then pushed
her down on the bed on her back.

My grin became even more wicked at that point, and Niqe smiled
in anticipation of what was about to come.

Of course, that was her in five minutes. Then again in ten. After
that I lost count, kept taking her with my mouth until finally she
could endure no more, pushed my face from between her legs and
closed her thighs as she convulsed on the bed before me, her hands
covering her vulva.

A look of utter self-satisfaction on my face, I stood and stared
down at her, undoing the buttons on my shirt. Niqe’s light skin was
flushing and she was still shivering as she watched me, and I liked
that, letting her know with my eyes just what I planned on doing to
her next.

“You’re so bad,” she finally managed to say, giggling.
“Niqe, my dear,” I said with a raised brow, moving toward the
bed, my left knee insinuating itself between her feet. “You have ab-
solutely no idea.”
Before she could reply, I reached down and grabbed both her feet,
flipping her onto her stomach and straddling the backs of her
thighs. Niqe inhaled sharply, then laughed.

“God, you’re fast,” she teased. “At least with some things. When it
comes to licking my…”

She never got to finish that statement because the next thing she
knew I had scooted back, spread her plump cheeks, and inserted my
tongue…

The shocked squeal that erupted from her lips was music to my
ears, and sent a surge straight to my already engorged cock. One day
I intend to give some serious thought to how this oral obsession of
mine began, and how I got so good at it. I suppose the second is eas-
iest to answer, practice! Lots and lots of practice. I think I was
twenty-seven the first time it occurred to me that I might actually
enjoy going down on a woman. Turned out I was right, and over the
years, with different women, I’ve learned a lot, developed some mad
skills, which explained why Vice Principal Otis was now facedown in
the middle of my bed howling like a banshee as my tongue probed
her tight little asshole….

TWO MINUTES AFTER I ENTERED HER the first time she came,
biting her lip, her short nails (thankfully) digging into my skin. I
watched as her skin flushed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and
little whimpers of pleasure escaped her thick lips, but I did not stop
moving inside her for one second, pushed deeper and deeper, slid-
ing my hands under her ass and lifting her towards me, feeling her
thighs locking tighter around me as I slowly gyrated inside of her.
After three more orgasms (hers) I withdrew from her body and she
was stunned. Her eyes snapped open in confusion as she watched
me kneeling between her legs smiling down at her, rolling the con-
dom off.

“What are you doing?” she said breathlessly as I bounded off the
bed.

“Kind of hungry,” I told her with a grin, then turned toward the
bathroom. “You were a mouthwatering appetizer, but I think we
both need to replenish.

I shut the door before she could say anything else, laughing to my-
self. I really was a horrible tease.

WE ATE IN BED AND TALKED, LAUGHED, played around. Al-
though I am a fairly solitary person, enjoy my time alone—which ex-
plains why I’ve never been married—, I do enjoy the intimacy that
comes with getting naked with a woman, and although I wouldn’t
necessarily want this to get out, I like it better than the sex. Don’t
get me wrong, though, I really enjoy the sex!

Apparently, so does Mrs. Otis.
“Oh Jesus, Derrick! Oh fuck! I don’t… Oh fuck!”
“You said that already,” I teased and she glared at me reproach-
fully.
I smiled, blew her a kiss, then continued to insert my Astroglide
covered cock into that tight little spot between her round, brown
buttocks that I’d been licking earlier. Niqe groaned, closed her eyes,
her mouth dropping open as she began to pant.
“Slow and easy breaths,” I said in a soothing, steady voice. “In
slowly, hold it for two counts, then release slowly.”
She opened her eyes.
“Easy for you to say,” she said, then grinned despite herself. That
quickly went away as I slid in further. “Oh god!”
She was lying on her back and I was kneeling above her, her right
leg hooked around my left thigh, her left leg raised straight up and

braced against my bare chest. I stroked her thigh with my right
hand while guiding my erection into her with my left.

“There,” I said. “That’s the head. Ready for the rest?”
For a moment she looked incredulous, then smirked.
“Yeah, right. Damn, Derrick, I can’t believe I let you talk me into
this. Eldon used to try all the time when we first started dating,
talkin’ about what a big bouncy booty I had and how much he’d
love to play inside it for a while. Then occasionally after we got
married he would drop hints. Ahhhh! Damn! Anyway, but I always
said no. Finally he got the message.”
I leaned in a little, her leg folding between us. She stared up at me,
moaning deeply, eyes closing for a moment. I didn’t move, stayed
perfectly still as her body adjusted to this new sensation. When she
opened her eyes again she was actually smiling.
“But you, after just a few weeks, have me practically folded in half
and your cock all the way up my ass!”
I leaned down a little further, eyes unblinking.
“And I’m gonna make you cum out of your ass, too!” I told her,
starting to move my hips. “But first…”
Her eyes widened as I lifted her other leg up to my chest and
folded her completely in half, looking down at her from the pushup
position.
Niqe gasped, cried out, and then I felt her squirt all over me. Grin-
ning with supreme satisfaction, I steadied myself and then started
moving inside her.

TWO DAYS LATER TRIPLE-D HAD TO FLY to Louisiana for a two-
week job filled with far more excitement than was preferred for a

man of my advancing years, but on the plus side, we all made it out
alive. And, almost as importantly, so did our clients.

Triple-D = 462.
Bad guys = 0.

THE END

[a] From the Off Book Derrick Olin set.
[b] From the Off Book Derrick Olin set.
[c] Written under the pseudonym Leo Croix.
[d] Written under the pseudonym Leo Croix.
[e] Written under the pseudonym Leo Croix.
[vi] See Mercenary by Stellen Qxz.
[vii] See Dangerous Liaison by Stellen Qxz.
[viii] Atmore, Alabama is the location of Holman Prison, which houses the
majority of death row inmates in the state.
[ix] See Rogue by Stellen Qxz.
[x] See Deadline by Stellen Qxz.
[xi] Richard Arrington Jr. (because I get tired of writing it out!).
[xii] Public Information Officer.
[xiii] Fraternal Order of Police.
[xiv] Stan Lee’s birth name.
[xv] Hebrew for fuck it.
[xvi] See Extraction by Stellen Qxz.