A Council of Perfection – 2

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Liz Prosser was in her office in the Town Hall. She had spent the afternoon in a hotel room with Marion Carswell. During their joint trip to the Maldives they”d recognised that their sexual needs matched even better than they”d first believed and that afternoon they had indulged themselves. Carswell was a dominant woman in her work and in her play and Prosser had the red arse of a well spanked sub. Her chair, soft though it was, did not make her comfortable but the constant reminder of the spanking ensured Liz was wet in her knickers as she studied some paperwork.And then the phone rang and all thoughts of her afternoon of delight went up in smoke.*Arnie was doing what Arnie did best. He”d marshaled his troops, set out the agenda and the plan of action. He”d arranged a meeting with Marion Carswell for the following morning so that, as the paper hit the streets that morning, the information could go to the authorities if appropriate. He”d always enjoyed a healthy working relationship with Carswell even if he hated the sight of her. He was making sure there could ne no criticism of him, the paper or his staff. You had to love him.The copy was written but we were holding it until we”d given our subjects a chance to comment. I wasn”t holding my breath.I went to my desk. We had a large, open-plan newsroom with Arnie”s office at one end of it. I”d moved as my career progressed from the far end of the room to a desk almost at the top of the room near him; in such ways are reporters rewarded.Arnie, opened his door and bellowed, “Right you guys, start calling.”My appointed task was to call Prosser and get any comment I could and I now actually was holding my breath. I rang her home since it was after office hours but there was no reply. I knew the Council switchboard would be shut so I rang her mobile.“Liz Prosser.”“Mrs Prosser, this is Charlie Curzon form the Western Sentinel.”“I”ve seen your byline Ms Curzon and I admire your work. How can I help you?”You’re not going to admire this, I thought to myself. I picked up a pen even though the tape was running. “Mrs Prosser….”“Call me Liz, please.”“Thank you, Liz I’ve been working on a story about corruption in local politics and I wondered if you’d be kind enough to give me some comments.”“Well, we all know such things happen but happily our council has always been of the highest integrity and I hope it will always remain so. Abuse of one’s position is a disgraceful crime.”“Could I ask you about Gordon Harper?” There was a distinct intake of breath at the other end of the line. “Mr Harper recently secured permission for his leisure development on the old bus station site that had been earmarked for low rise housing development. I wondered what had led to the council’s decision which seems to fly in the face of what the public wanted.”“We listen very carefully to the public, Ms Curzon and now you must forgive me but I have a great deal of work to deal with.”“I know you’re a busy woman but I have a couple more questions, if I may. Were you once called Masters?”“No, now please…..”“Do you have a company that you control in Jersey?”The çankaya escort phone went dead and I did a small air-punch. Denial and refusal to comment always thrill me. Time to call Harper but his phones were all engaged and I knew the fun had really started. I looked up and saw Arnie waving furiously at me, the phone jammed between his shoulder and his ear.Dropping my pen I hurried through into his office.He scribbled one word on a pad in front of him and even upside down I could read the word “Carswell.” So someone, probably Prosser, had been straight on to her.One side of Arnie’s conversation was enough for me to get the idea of what was being said. If our paper had information regarding allegations of corruption in public office we should take them straight to the law and not meddle. “We are doing our job.”The police are the proper authority to deal with this.“That’s why I arranged a meeting with you tomorrow, Chief Constable, to hand over our material.”“Where did you get this from?”“You know we never reveal our sources.”And on and on. In the end Arnie politely said he’d see her in the morning and hung up the phone.“You know what, Charlie? I reckon this is going to do your career no harm at all.”*The headline was not picked up by other news media until the first papers went on sale early the next morning, so all our secrecy had paid off. I hadn’t slept all night. I know it”s narcissistic but I can never get over the thrill of seeing my name at the top of a front-page story.I was buzzing, too excited to sleep so I went to the coffee shop near the police station and sent a text to Karen. She arrived a few minutes later looking tired and strained; another night of chasing villains. She kissed me then looked down at the headline on the paper on the table.DID LOCAL COUNCILOR ACCEPT A BRIBE IN EXCHANGE FOR PLANNING CONSENT?“Oh, Charlie.” She grinned and held my hand tightly. “You did it.”It was a rule that whenever she gave me a lead we never, ever spoke of it again. Even at this point I was determined not to let her involvement slip.“Well, I’m the ace reporter.”“So you are, you clever thing.”We chatted about the story, the next move, because like most papers, we always held stuff back so we could let the story run for a few days. Circulation would rise, advertising revenue would increase along, I hoped, with my salary.Somehow telling Karen, kissing her good bye and leaving the coffee shop had stopped the adrenalin and I felt dog-tired so I wandered home for a couple of hours shut eye before facing the fray later.I woke up when my phone alarm went off and felt like shit. I showered and got dressed ready to get back to the office and get on with phase two.*“Marion Carswell is a very unhappy bunny,” said Arnie who was drinking scotch and looked as though he hadn’t slept at all.“I think we rather expected that. Has she spoken about her trip to the Maldives?”“I decided not to ask her about that yet. We’re putting that bit out tonight as you know and I always like to give someone a surprise on her birthday.” Arnie’s grin was rus escort infectious. “We’re also doing the detail on the company in Jersey and I have a feeling that the ‘Robert Peel’ who is one of the controllers might just be a copper, no?”This was not new – we’d all thought the same but it paid sometimes to let Arnie think he’s thought of it first which, to be fair, he usually did.“So, Carswell says she’ll pass all our material to the fraud squad. We’ll see. Prosser’s solicitor has been screaming blue murder at ours so that’s a good sign. Let’s get tonight’s copy checked and then we get the next edition out. I want you to call Carswell and tell her we’re going to be writing about her trip to the Maldives.”“Why me?”“I think it’ll unsettle her.”So, I went to my desk and called the police headquarters. To my surprise Carswell accepted the call.“What can I do for you, Miss Curzon?”“I’d like to run a few things past you, some detail that we’re working on relating to Liz Prosser. How well do you know her?”“I know her professionally of course. I cant say I know her any more than as a councilor of long standing and if the material Mr Miller gave me this morning is true then I am very disappointed in her. You can be sure our fraud squad will deal with it appropriately.”“I’m sure, Chief Constable. I hope you enjoyed your recent holiday?”“I don’t think you”re calling to ask about my social and private life are you?”“Oh, but I am. You see we have reason to believe that your trip to the Maldives was paid for by Liz Prosser and that you travelled together.”This was met with silence and I let the question hang, surprised she didn’t ring off.“You’re a lesbian, Ms Curzon?”“Is that relevant?”“It might be. There is sometimes a certain solidarity amongst lesbians, isn’t there? The sort that lets questions remain unasked and unanswered.” Wow, I thought, this is an interesting development.“I’m off the record, correct?”“I’m afraid not, Chief Constable. These questions are relevant to our enquiry.”“Then so, probably, is your relationship with Detective Inspector Fleming.”Now, I’d been expecting this and Arnie and I had discussed how I should deal with it.“I guess the difference is that DI Fleming is not Chief Constable and I’m not a councilor who is suspected of corruption.”“You are trying to link me to that corruption?”“I’m asking you to confirm that your recent holiday was paid for by Liz Prosser.”“Do you intend to print that?”“We intend to print what we can substantiate.”“I advise you to be very, very careful, Ms Curzon. Things can get very rough in matters of this sort.” I knew then she had lost it. I sensed she wished she’d never said it and there was a long silence which I chose not to fill before her phone clicked off.I played the tape to Arnie. He was ecstatic. I was less so. I feared for Karen so I called her private mobile and left a message. She called me back a few minutes later.“I’ll come round to your place around ten, Charlie. I”ve got a bit to finish off and then we can talk this through.”Arnie and the rest of the team promised to finish up eryaman escort and I went home arriving around nine. I was worried for Karen but her arrival reassured me even though she looked tired and was dressed in her work clothes, jeans, trainers and a loose sweater and a leather jacket over it. We kissed, I poured wine and we sat at my kitchen table.“All hell’s broken out according to Sharon. Carswell was on the phone for ages after you called her. She then had a meeting with her deputies and the lawyers then she packed her things and left for the day.”“You know she mentioned you in our conversation?”“Well, we’ve never made any secret of our relationship and she was bound to know and bound to suspect I was your source but she can’t prove it and her problems are far worse than any I might have. I saw my boss. He knows what’s going on and he said he had complete faith in me and that if Carswell’s in the shit all well and good. Did you give her any reason to think either Sharon or I was your source?”“Of course I didn’t.”“Of course you didn’t but I had to ask to make sure Sharon’s safe. I really never thought you would have.”I held her hand. “Will you both be Okay?”“The force never likes this sort of thing and there’ll be an enquiry but it’s really no problem.”We watched the news together but the local bit was a rehash of our news from the morning edition. The stuff about Carswell would hit the newstands the following morning and then the proverbial would hit the fan. Karen seemed absolutely fine and although we were both tired we went upstairs.We took a long shower together in my large, walk-in and kissed and stroked as we soaped and rinsed each other. I spent longer than necessary washing her pussy and arse and she did the same for me. I dropped to my knees for a while and felt the warm water running off her onto me as I licked and kissed her thighs and cunt. She liked me to call it her cunt. “That’s precisely what it is.”Karen lay back, naked on my bed and I knelt between her thighs once more, loving her slowly and gently. I sucked her clit which is larger than mine and, thanks to the shower, was plainly aroused and engorged and her fingers slipped through my hair as her knees spread wider and lifted so I could get as close as possible.I slipped a finger into her welcoming pussy and stroked deep inside her, sensing her arousal, controlled and growing. She made soft pleasure noises which grew in volume as I worked lips, tongue and finger and, like me, the finger that entered her bottom at the moment I judged her to nearing the edge worked a little magic and she almost lifted off the bed as she came with a stifled scream. * In the morning I got up early and made tea for us both which I took back to bed. We sat side by side and discussed what was going to happen today.I’d shown her the copy that was going to be in the day’s edition and she’d been really excited. “God knows how you found this stuff. You’re amazing.”“Actually, most of the really good stuff came from Arnie’s friend. All I did was pull it all together.” I didn’t mind her compliments even slightly.*At the same time as Charlie Curzon was sharing wine with Karen the previous evening, Prosser was bent over a table in a flat belonging to a friend of hers. She was naked and her rather pendulous breasts bounced on the table top as Carswell rammed into her with her strapon.

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