The Fall

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: DRIVEN TO DISTRACTION JET left it for 24 hours before moving in on the Deputy Commissioner again. Batman was still stewing from his latest savaging and Robin was going about his duties like the obedient Jet-whore she'd turned him into. There'd been no word from Commissioner Gordon - a sleight which although he didn't know it had all but sealed his fate. Jet pursed her lips as she held the telephone receiver to her face in the study. She took a sip of wine and rested in the chair waiting for him to pick up the phone. "Hello," said the Deputy Commissioner. "Hi there lover boy," she said softly. "Jet," he replied with obvious delight. "How are you?" "I'm fine. Very fine. Thanks for a great night." "My pleasure," replied Ferris with a sickening arrogance in his voice. Jet smiled and shook her head slowly. "I was wondering what you were doing today," she said. "Working. Why?" Jet pressed her lips close to the mouthpiece and breathed very, very slowly: "Because......I......want......to......fuck......you......again. Right......now." She could almost hear the receiver jump from his hand as she spoke. He was so, so predictable. "God Jet," he said at last. "You're insatiable." "You make me that way. And anyway - we're good." Ferris hesitated. He wanted her again so badly. "Look," he spluttered. "I've got a meeting with Commissioner Gordon. After that?" "Huh!" sneered Jet. "Commissioner Gordon. He's a pathetic wretch. That should be your job." "Perhaps one day. But I can't miss the meeting." "Oh definitely one day," smiled Jet. "Perhaps sooner than you think. But for today why don't you bring the car round on your way to work. I'll be waiting." Jet pursed her lips, kissed the mouthpiece and put the phone down before he could reply. She headed to the bathroom where she stripped naked and oiled her body before changing into her tiniest Lycra outfit. She was waiting at the door as the limousine pulled up. "Feast your eyes," she smirked at the chauffeur as he opened the car door for her. "Oh - and do make sure you drive very slowly little man." She slid in next to the Deputy Commissioner and immediately pressed her hand against his thigh lowering her face and flashing her big, wide eyes at him. He hit a button and a smoked-glass panel rose in front of the pair blocking them from the chauffeur's view. "I'm going to give you the best ride to work you've ever had," she grinned as she threw her leg over Ferris and settled in his lap. "Just enjoy." She clamped her lips onto his and forced her tongue into his mouth all the while grinding herself on his crotch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her further into him. She could feel his erect penis pushing into her thigh with desire. She cupped her hand under his chin and pulled her mouth away holding his head steady. "Jesus I've never met a man as hot as you," she gasped knowing exactly how it would pump his stupid ego to even higher levels. "I can't stop thinking about you." She had to make an effort not to laugh as he stared at her as though he was doing her a favour and said in complete seriousness: "I'm all yours." "Oh God I wish," she moaned scrabbling at his belt with her hands and undoing the buckle. She pressed her mouth to his again while pulling down his trousers and then his Calvin Klein boxer shorts. Ferris grabbed hold of her pants and slid them down her legs as she sprang his cock free. Before he knew it she had slipped his shaft inside her and was riding him - panting, groaning and biting his lips as she drove him into a sexual frenzy. "You're the most amazing fuck I've ever known," she sighed flinging her head back and diving down on him once again. "I want you forever." Ferris's hips jerked backwards and forwards making the car rock while it crawled through city streets. She felt his juice pour into him as he climaxed. "Ohhhh Mike," Jet sighed. "Your come feels magnificent inside me." The Deputy Commissioner sank back into his seat panting looking at her face beaming down at him with satisfaction. The car pulled to a halt and the driver's voice came over the intercom. "We've arrived, sir," he said tersely. "Don't disturb us when we're busy jerk," replied Jet. The intercom was abruptly cut-off. "You need to get rid of him," she said. "You should see the way he looks at me. He's probably got a hard-on right now just imagining what I'm doing to you in the back of the car." Ferris grinned. "Would you blame him? I get a hard-on just thinking about you." "Good," smiled Jet. "Now Mr Deputy Commissioner, you better get to your meeting." She slid off him and pulled her pants back into place while he rearranged his crumpled clothing. He turned and gave her a long kiss before throwing the door open and climbing out. Jet waved him goodbye and then hit the button to bring the smoked-glass panel down. She stared at the chauffeur's eyes looking at her through the rear view mirror. "Tell me, driver," she said. "Do you have a name?" "Marshall," he replied. "Well, Marshall. Let me tell you something. You're boss is one hell of a fuck." She leant back in her seat confident news of her fling with the Deputy Commissioner would be spreading around the police force within hours. "Now driver. Take me home."