Fifty Minutes Away

AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the final part of a trilogy. Reading the first two chapters will be essential in order to follow the story.

Chapter Three: The Hanging Queen

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With a knowing grin on her face, Abbey sank back into her luxurious black leather chair as she glanced down to appraise the object between her fingertips.

The beautiful gold heart which dangled from the thin black choker had only been used 20 minutes earlier, when it was secured around Emily's neck, relaying every word of her conversation with Shawn back to Victoria and Natalya. Having taken it off and left it with one of the guards at the main entrance, as instructed, Emily had led Shawn out of the bar by the hand and the two were already on the motorway headed back to Glasgow.

The interior of Abbey's office was more professional than it needed to be, with her extravagant L-shaped wooden desk, coated in charcoal-grey paint, reminding anyone who entered that the office was a place to discuss serious business. On the far wall, directly opposite from where Abbey was seated, was a bank of small screens transmitting the footage from the various security cameras throughout the premises. But when Abbey slowly looked up, her gaze settled on the sight of Victoria and Natalya sitting across the desk from her. With a glance across to Victoria, Abbey softly exhaled and responded. "I've had police officers and detectives sniffing around here ever since I inherited the place from Dad. Trust me, I've had all sorts pass through here trying to make a name for themselves... But I've never came across anyone like her in all my days. A girl like that? Like Emily? I'm telling you now, she might not realise it yet...but a girl like that simply doesn't know when to stop..."

Carefully, Victoria sat up a little straighter in her chair as she leaned forward and swooped up her glass into her right hand. Her glorious fuchsia-pink dress had found its way back onto her slender figure with the thick straps sitting just off the shoulder. After taking a slow sip of her vodka and lemonade, Victoria sat the glass back down upon its coaster and looked Abbey in the eye. "She certainly didn't disappoint. If you'd have been in the room with us, Abbey, you'd have sensed just how much she knew she was out of her depth. That body of hers is absolutely incredible, but you only need to spend a few minutes in her company to know that there's a lot more to her than that. If you know what to look for, there's an ocean of darkness behind those eyes of hers..." Slowly, Victoria allowed her fingertips to tap against the edge of the wooden desk before continuing. "But we were very clear with her, Emily knows the magnitude of her mistake coming here tonight. We've got her on camera and if she slips up for just one little second, she'll have a lot more to worry about than losing her job..."

The words coaxed a soft giggle from Natalya's mouth as she sat in the chair to Victoria's right-hand side. Dressed once again in her tight denim jacket and black miniskirt, Abbey was afforded the same tantalising glimpse of Natalya's black lace bra as the zipper was pulled down to present her sensational cleavage. With an air of confidence, Natalya drawled. "When she reached behind that pole and let Victoria slap those cuffs around her wrists...I wish you could've seen the look on her face. That's what was so delicious about tonight, she knows what we do...she knows what we are... Yet, she was so desperate for information, she let us strip her, cuff those wrists and devour that awesome body of hers. When she finally felt my lips press against hers, knowing the cameras were pointed straight at us...the way she kissed me back...knowing her investigation was getting torn to shreds...it was as if she couldn't control herself..."

Abbey could do nothing but offer a soft, genuine gasp as her bottom lip hung for a moment. Slowly, she arched her back as she brought her waist closer to the edge of her desk. Just listening to the way that they described their encounter with Emily had Abbey starting to feel the heat between her legs. She was still clad in her long-sleeved white top, with her own generous curves threatening to spill over the top of the plunging neckline, but the only change from when she met Shawn earlier was her sleeves had been rolled up past her elbows. Slowly, Abbey returned to Natalya's gaze and responded. "You two have been coming in here for the last couple of years, but every time you pull up a chair and tell me all about your adventures...you never fail to get me going. If that's my reaction after all this time, I'm guessing that it didn't take long for the pretty detective to become putty in your hands? By the time Shawn left this office and I brought up the live feed, Emily was already busy with your tongue down her throat."

The comment prompted Victoria to offer a sly grin of her own before the memory of her encounter with the detective compelled her to offer her own satisfied groan. With a subtle tilt of her head, Victoria looked into Abbey's brown eyes. "Don't get me wrong, in this line of work...we've told plenty of lies to plenty of people. But, my God, Abbey...I can't remember the last time I met such a gorgeous little liar. I'll give her credit though; we had her dead to rights in that back room. She knew that we could've made one phone call and she'd be handcuffed in the back of a van headed for the port right now. But she kept herself together, despite knowing that she was beaten...knowing that she'll never be able to build a case against us...knowing that we were going to enjoy every inch of that fucking body..." After a quick glance to drink in the look on Natalya's face, Victoria returned to look Abbey in the eye. "In saying that, the lies she told us about Shawn were the ones who stole the show. We were playful with her, coaxing the truth out of her... But even I was shocked at how direct she was when she was honest about him. It was as if she allowed her mask to slip all the way off and crash down onto the floor..."

Carefully, Abbey's fingernails on her right hand lightly tapped against the surface of her table as she turned to respond to Victoria. "She's got it for him so bad. To think, it's only been 22 days since his girlfriend was kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery...not even a month's passed and she's driving him back to her place...where she's going to ride him so hard, she might break him in half..." The very thought of Emily's sensational figure crawling into Shawn's lap was enough for Abbey's right hand to brush against her own chest as she felt her nipples starting to harden under her thin white top. "For a detective to do that, it's just so...fucking scandalous. Mind you, I can see why she wants him. From the minute I walked up to him out there, I barely looked at that lean body and pretty face of his and I had to fight the idea of kissing him right there and then." After a brief pause to clear her mind of thoughts of Shawn, Abbey continued. "But I did what you asked, I brought him in here and told him about how these deals are done. He's going to tell her about Dragunov...and she can get the ball rolling from there..."

Natalya couldn't help but let a lurid giggle escape from the back of her throat as she listened to Abbey gush about Shawn. Slowly, the Russian blonde stood to her feet and ran both hands against her tight black miniskirt to smooth out a few wrinkles. Once satisfied, she glanced up and looked Abbey in the eye. "I'm not sure how she's going to brief her bosses on the details, but she'll find a way. The girl is an absolute star in the making, she's got potential to spare. But having listened to what she said to him out there... The lies she told to get him to kiss her...to get him to slip those fingers inside that soaked little pussy...she might only be getting started with him, but we're not close to being finished with her. Not by a long shot... Victoria and I were talking about it just before we came in here. It'll take a little bit of time, but we think we've got just the thing in store for the remarkable Emily Lane..." As the grin started to widen across Natalya's beautiful face, she paused for a moment before continuing. "As for Shawn? The poor boy's been through so much already...I'm sure it hasn't taken you long to come up with a way to nurse him through these difficult times?"

The comment about Shawn only hung in the air for a fraction of a second before all three women started laughing. Abbey's cheeks started to flush red as she brought her right hand up to her face and used it to theatrically fan herself down. Abbey then rose to her feet, which prompted Victoria to do the same, before Abbey responded. "I already knew what I was going to do when he was sitting in here with me. Part of him must know that Emily's been manipulating him, but he can't stop staring at her perfect tits to do anything about it. But he's so fucking beautiful... In a situation like this, I'll leave the manipulation to her...and I'll simply look him in the eye and make him an offer that he won't be able to refuse..."

Almost half an hour later, just before 11:00 p.m. that same Wednesday night, the front door to Emily's flat in Glasgow City Centre swung open after an almighty shove from the blonde detective's left hand. With her key still in the lock, Emily let out a frustrated grunt as she kept Shawn's right hand in hers and reached out to yank the key free with her left hand. For his part, Shawn allowed himself to be pulled into her dark flat before Emily eventually managed to wrestle the key out of the lock and kicked the front door shut until they both heard it click.

Emily's hallway was small but poorly lit as Shawn squinted to peer his way through the darkness once the front door closed behind them. His uncertainty didn't last long as Emily let go of his hand and leaned over to press the light switch closest to the front door, with the light helping him to get his bearings. But as soon as he turned to face the detective, both of Emily's hands shot forward and planted themselves on his lean, muscular chest. The result saw Shawn pushed back against the wall in Emily's hallway, as the six-inch heels of her leather boots thudded against her hardwood floor while she closed the distance.

Shawn tried to take a second to compose himself and consider the ramifications of what was about to happen, but as he saw Emily's body under the bright light, after the agonising drive home from Abbey's club, his eyes couldn't stop roaming all over the detective's sensational figure. In the short time that he'd known Emily, she'd gradually worn down his defences, but the very direct approach she took with him before they left the club had Shawn silently pleading that she'd do exactly as she promised.

Slowly, Shawn found the strength to look Emily in the eye as she reached up and pulled his leather jacket down off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. Clad in just his grey hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans, Shawn allowed his tongue to slip against both of his lips before he spoke. "What we did in the club...what you said you wanted us to do once we got back here... Emily, I can't explain it, I know how fucked up all of this is...but when you took that robe off tonight before we left...I knew it...I knew that I wanted you so fucking bad..."

All Emily could offer in terms of a response was to place both hands on the hem of his grey hoodie and pull it upwards, which led to Shawn reaching down and finishing the job by lifting it up and over his head. With nothing on beneath the garment, Emily was finally presented with the bare chest and tight abdominal muscles that she'd spent so much of her time ogling when she studied the tape of him in bed with Victoria. Not a single instant was wasted as Emily allowed her right hand to reach forward and let her fingertips drag themselves from his firm chest all the way down to his waist, where they soon found themselves wrestling with the buckle of his belt. After a few seconds, the buckle was freed and Emily's right hand pulled the belt clean off his waist, before she tossed it over her shoulder to thud against the hardwood floor.

With so little space between the two, Emily held her posture as she allowed a teasing smile to creep onto her face. Just hearing Shawn finally tell her just how badly he wanted her actually made Emily think the chaotic events of the night were all worth it. That her tryst with the Russian traffickers was a small price to pay for being able to stand before him, in that very moment, with her about to enjoy him. But as she tried to compose herself, Emily's breath started to quicken as she felt just how wet the moment had made her.

Slowly, Emily glanced down to take in the sight of her curves poured into the risqué ensemble she revealed to him only a few hours earlier. Her cropped, long-sleeved, black mesh top offered no disguise of any kind to the skimpy black string bikini top that had struggled to contain her assets all evening. Meanwhile, her nine-inch red tartan skirt was being tested to its limits by her toned, juicy thighs and looked absolutely glorious with her racy black leather knee-high boots, with the laces tied into the most extravagant loops as they dangled from their knots above the knees.

After holding her breath for a moment, the familiar rasp in Emily's voice was far more pronounced as she glanced back up and looked into his blue eyes before responding. "Don't say anything, babe...don't say another word. Just like in the club, I'll do the talking... There's something I've wanted to do for you ever since we met that day in the interview room. Something that every time we've met, from that day to this, I've been trying to find the right moment to spoil you just like you deserve. Every time we'd meet, the way your eyes would just roam all over my body..." Swiftly, Emily's hands found the hem of her cropped mesh top and wasted no time in peeling the garment up and over her head, before tossing it onto the floor. "All I've wanted is to find the right moment where I could bring you back here, slip this little bikini top off...and put these big tits right in your pretty face..."

Shawn gulped down a deep breath as Emily slowly reached behind her back and pulled the knot tying her bikini top free, just as Victoria had done around an hour earlier. Immediately, the fabric that had been pulled so tightly around her chest went limp as Emily yanked the garment free and tossed it onto the floor. As soon as Shawn's eyes rested upon the sight of her hard pink nipples, tiny and swollen with desire just above the centre of her breasts, every inch of him was throbbing between his legs. When both of Emily's arms started to rise upwards as she seductively arched her back, the way her natural breasts sat so tautly on her chest was too much for him to resist.

Despite the incredible circumstances of Kayla's disappearance, there was no other coherent thought in Shawn's mind. No way that he'd be able to resist the minx that stood before him, that had orchestrated every move they'd made together that night until they were peeling their clothes off in her hallway. Before he knew it, both of his arms swooped down until they wrapped around her waist and he lifted her up, prompting Emily to wrap her legs tightly around his waist as he started walking towards the open living room door. Only a few paces were required until Shawn reached his destination in front of the black leather couch, before he felt Emily's hands press firmly against his chest, causing him to sit on the leather seat with the blonde detective straddling his lap.

The living room had been kept lit while they were away by a small lamp next to the couch, which offered more than enough illumination for Shawn to appreciate the sight of what was sitting in his lap. Clad in just her awesome tartan skirt and knee-high leather boots, Emily allowed herself a final moment to stare into his pretty blue eyes before she husked from the back of her throat. "All I need...all I need is to feel you inside me..." Before the words could reverberate inside Shawn's skull, he sensed Emily leaning in until he felt her soft lips plant themselves against his.

Despite the moment having arrived for him to clear his head and think about Kayla, Shawn had simply spent too much time in the lying detective's company. Too much time with her flawless cleavage paraded in front of his face, corrupting his thoughts to the point where he couldn't stop himself from picturing what it would be like to be with her. At that precise moment, when Shawn should've been bolstering his defences, he allowed his lips to part and Emily wasted no time in slipping her tongue forward until it was lashing against his.

The groan that came from the back of Emily's throat was so guttural that Shawn couldn't help but feel his cock straining with approval. In no time, the pace of the kiss quickened as Emily's lips softly smacked free and let the tip of her tongue drag itself upwards from his bottom lip before clamping her lips against his once more. With his eyes closed, Shawn felt Emily's hand closing around his right wrist before lifting his hand up her body towards her chest. As the palm of his hand felt itself being dragged against her flat stomach and smooth skin, the sensation of his hand being planted squarely against Emily's chest left Shawn powerless to stop himself from grinding his hardness against her lap. Emily held Shawn's hand in place for a moment, determined to prevent him from withdrawing, until she felt his hand start to close around her sensational curves. When her hard pink bullet scraped so pleasingly against his palm, Shawn broke the kiss by leaning his head back, but the blonde detective stalked his lips with her own and soon let her tongue slide back into his mouth.

Carefully, Shawn started to sit up straighter as Emily's lips smacked free and she leaned backwards to present her bare breasts to him. Having just held her flawless breast in his hand only moments earlier, no force on the planet could've stopped Shawn as he leaned in and buried his face between the detective's world-class assets. The pleasure that coursed through Emily's veins compelled her eyelids to tremble slightly as she felt his lips starting to kiss her left breast, while his left hand slammed itself onto her right and began to clutch and grope. Shawn wasted no time in doing exactly as he'd dreamt so many times when alone in his flat, as his lips parted and the tip of his tongue slowly lapped against the hard pink bud until Emily could no longer suppress the moans of delight that filled the room. When his lips surrounded her hard nipple and Shawn began to suck, both of Emily's arms cradled around his neck and her right hand clutched the back of his head, holding him firmly in place, goading him to lose himself in her curves until he became truly lost in the embrace.

As she felt his moist tongue start to dance back and forth across her nipple, Emily sensed just how hard he was under her lap when they both settled into a rhythm of grinding against each other. Slowly, Emily's lips parted as she brought her mouth to his left ear and whispered to him. "That's right, babe...every bit of me belongs to you... I know you've wanted me just as much as I've wanted you... The nights I've spent in bed playing with my wet little pussy, dreaming about you sucking these tits just like that..."

With her hand still clutching the back of his head, Emily felt her other breast being fondled as his lips clamped back around her nipple and began to suck once more. The gesture succeeded in bringing Emily so close to the edge, which caused her to respond by gritting her teeth, momentarily, before she forced herself to lean back and free her breast from Shawn's adoring mouth. It was then that Emily shifted her hips, lifted her weight away from Shawn's throbbing hardness and stood on her feet in front of him.