The Deal
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G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,411
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Deal
THE DEAL
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the characters. I'm only writing this stuff for fun.
Abby Carmichael had to meet with the witness before he testified. The trial in question was of the mob boss John Scarloni, the most feared Mafia figure since the 1930's. While there was other evidence against him, the DA's office figured the best way for a slam dunk case was to get someone in his organization to testify and that's where they found Tony Marlowe.
Because of Tony Marlowe's position in the criminal organization, he was fearful for his lif hif he testified. His attorney insisted that immunity be granted, which it was, and that he be placed in witness protection with details to be worked out. That was the purpose of the pretrial meeting...to iron out the exact details that will allow Marlowe to testify. He could always be coerced to testify through a subpoena, but he would risk contempt of court by not testifying if a deal was not in place. So there she was.
She rang the doorbell and a tall, well looking man, with slick black hair answered the door. Abby said, "I'm Abby Carmichael, from the District Attorney's office," she introduced herself, reaching to shake his hand. He returned the handshake with a strong, businesslike handshake.
"Come in, Ms. Carmichael," he said, ushering into his apartment. They went to the kitchen table, where they sat down and got down to business. Abby handed him a paper that detailed the specifics of the Witness Protection Program. After a few minutes of reading it, he looked up and said, "Well, this looks all in order. But I have one more request to solidify my agreement to testify."
"What? Is it something easy to obtain or arrange?" Abby asked.
"Sex. Spend the night making love to me and I'll testify," Marlowe grinned.
"WHAT? What kind of a request is that? Not only are you not my type, but if Scarloni's lawyer finds out, it could be my head!" Abby snapped.
"Don't worry. Scarloni's attorney won't find out. Just be sure you don't tell your boss and I'll keep this secret when he asks me about what kind of incentives you and your boss offered to get me to testify," Marlowe promised.
"Very well," Abby said, still having reservations. At this, Marlowe started moving closer to her, unbuttoning his shirt. In response, she started unbuckling the belt on her skirt and slid her skirt to the floor, revealing red panties. Marlowe threw his shirt to the ground, causing it to join her skirt. He walked over to her and started kissing her.
"Here, let me help you with that," Marlowe offered, beginning to unbutton her blouse. He finished unbuttoning it and put it gently on the floot and stood back to admire Abby. Her red bra only served to accentuate her lovely breasts. Reaching behind her, he unclipped her bra and removed it, and then turned his attention to her panties.
Abby knelt down and started undoing the buckle on his belt. After undoing his belt, she slipped his pano tho the floor to reveal black boxers. Marlowe then slipped off his boxers to reveal an erect cock, ready for attention. She took his cock into her hand and started to stroke it. She increased the rhythms of the hand job as Marlowe moaned in pleasure. She continued the stimulation until he came in her hand.
Marlowe urged her to stand up, which she did. He then got down on his knees and started giving her oral stimulation. After a minute of doing so, he stood back up and they started kissing, with their hands exploring each other's bodies. Marlowe then picked her up, carried her to his bedroom and then placed her on the bed. They resumed their make out session.
By now, Abby was aching for Marlowe's cock to be placed in her. "Please, make love to me," she begged. Marlowe was only too happy to comply. He placed his cock gently into her pussy and then began thrusting in and out. Abby moaned as she matched each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him in closer. He kissed her breasts and gave the rest of her body some tongue action while increasing his thrusts. He moaned as he felt himself reaching his climax, which only served to increase the speed of his thrusts even further.
"Oh, my gosh!" she screamed as Abby felt her climax quickly approaching. She groaned as she felt his cum fill her. Exhausted, Marlowe collapsed right next to her, holding her in his arms. After a few more minutes of cuddling and kissing, they went to sleep.
Abby woke the next morning to find herself still in his arms. She looked over at the clock and noticed it was 7:30. "Shoot!" she said. She removed his arms from her, which caused him to stir and wake up. She got out of bed and began getting dressed. Marlowe sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked groggily.
"I've got to get going. I have to get to work and let my boss know that you're going to testify," she replied.
"Just phone in to work with the news and tell them you're sick or something," Marlowe protested, reaching for her. But she pulled away to finish dressing.
"I can't. As much as I enjoyed last night, I really have to get to work," Abby said, genuinely admitting that she loved the sex with him.
With that, she got up and left his apartment. She made her way through the normal heavilly congested New York traffic and to the DA's office. Her immediate boss, Jack McCoy, the Executive Assistant District Attorney was waiting for her in her office. "Sorry, I'm late. But traffic was busier than normal. However, Marlowe is on board to testify," she announced.
"Excellent. What exactly did he want to finalize his agreement to testify?" McCoy asked, with a hint of curiousity.
"Well...let's just say something that only I was able to provide him," Abby replied mysteriously, grinning naughtily.
A few weeks later, the trial of Scarloni was held. In conjunction of the evidence and the testimony of Marlowe, Scarloni was convicted and sentenced to several consecutive life sentences, without the possibility of parole. As part of the agreement with Marlowe, the government agreed to put him in the Witness Protection Program and he left NYC almost immediately after the trial was over...never to be seen again...or so Abby thought.
A couple of years later, she left the Manhattan District Attorney's office to start up her own private practice and away from the hustle and bustle of New York City. She moved to a small town in Kansas, about halfway between Manhattan and Salina. She had just finished a free consultation with a couple of potential clients, when a man walked into her office. "Is this the office of Abby Carmichael?" the man asked, the voice familiar to her.
"Yes, may I help you?" Abby replied, looking up, trying to think where she heard this voice before.
"It's me. It's Tony Marlowe," he announced as he whipped off the sunglasses that helped hide his face. Abby's expression changed from curiousity to happiness. She ran to him and they embraced and kissed passionately.
"I thought you were in the Witness Protection Program," Abby said, between kisses.
"I am. This is where I was placed. When I saw you move here, I requested a bigger house...a house for a family," he began.
Stopping the kisses for a minute, Abby looked at him. "What are you trying to tell me?" she asked.
"Abby Carmichael, will you marry me?" Marlowe asked.
"Yes, I will," she said and they resumed kissing.
THE END
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the characters. I'm only writing this stuff for fun.
Abby Carmichael had to meet with the witness before he testified. The trial in question was of the mob boss John Scarloni, the most feared Mafia figure since the 1930's. While there was other evidence against him, the DA's office figured the best way for a slam dunk case was to get someone in his organization to testify and that's where they found Tony Marlowe.
Because of Tony Marlowe's position in the criminal organization, he was fearful for his lif hif he testified. His attorney insisted that immunity be granted, which it was, and that he be placed in witness protection with details to be worked out. That was the purpose of the pretrial meeting...to iron out the exact details that will allow Marlowe to testify. He could always be coerced to testify through a subpoena, but he would risk contempt of court by not testifying if a deal was not in place. So there she was.
She rang the doorbell and a tall, well looking man, with slick black hair answered the door. Abby said, "I'm Abby Carmichael, from the District Attorney's office," she introduced herself, reaching to shake his hand. He returned the handshake with a strong, businesslike handshake.
"Come in, Ms. Carmichael," he said, ushering into his apartment. They went to the kitchen table, where they sat down and got down to business. Abby handed him a paper that detailed the specifics of the Witness Protection Program. After a few minutes of reading it, he looked up and said, "Well, this looks all in order. But I have one more request to solidify my agreement to testify."
"What? Is it something easy to obtain or arrange?" Abby asked.
"Sex. Spend the night making love to me and I'll testify," Marlowe grinned.
"WHAT? What kind of a request is that? Not only are you not my type, but if Scarloni's lawyer finds out, it could be my head!" Abby snapped.
"Don't worry. Scarloni's attorney won't find out. Just be sure you don't tell your boss and I'll keep this secret when he asks me about what kind of incentives you and your boss offered to get me to testify," Marlowe promised.
"Very well," Abby said, still having reservations. At this, Marlowe started moving closer to her, unbuttoning his shirt. In response, she started unbuckling the belt on her skirt and slid her skirt to the floor, revealing red panties. Marlowe threw his shirt to the ground, causing it to join her skirt. He walked over to her and started kissing her.
"Here, let me help you with that," Marlowe offered, beginning to unbutton her blouse. He finished unbuttoning it and put it gently on the floot and stood back to admire Abby. Her red bra only served to accentuate her lovely breasts. Reaching behind her, he unclipped her bra and removed it, and then turned his attention to her panties.
Abby knelt down and started undoing the buckle on his belt. After undoing his belt, she slipped his pano tho the floor to reveal black boxers. Marlowe then slipped off his boxers to reveal an erect cock, ready for attention. She took his cock into her hand and started to stroke it. She increased the rhythms of the hand job as Marlowe moaned in pleasure. She continued the stimulation until he came in her hand.
Marlowe urged her to stand up, which she did. He then got down on his knees and started giving her oral stimulation. After a minute of doing so, he stood back up and they started kissing, with their hands exploring each other's bodies. Marlowe then picked her up, carried her to his bedroom and then placed her on the bed. They resumed their make out session.
By now, Abby was aching for Marlowe's cock to be placed in her. "Please, make love to me," she begged. Marlowe was only too happy to comply. He placed his cock gently into her pussy and then began thrusting in and out. Abby moaned as she matched each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him in closer. He kissed her breasts and gave the rest of her body some tongue action while increasing his thrusts. He moaned as he felt himself reaching his climax, which only served to increase the speed of his thrusts even further.
"Oh, my gosh!" she screamed as Abby felt her climax quickly approaching. She groaned as she felt his cum fill her. Exhausted, Marlowe collapsed right next to her, holding her in his arms. After a few more minutes of cuddling and kissing, they went to sleep.
Abby woke the next morning to find herself still in his arms. She looked over at the clock and noticed it was 7:30. "Shoot!" she said. She removed his arms from her, which caused him to stir and wake up. She got out of bed and began getting dressed. Marlowe sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked groggily.
"I've got to get going. I have to get to work and let my boss know that you're going to testify," she replied.
"Just phone in to work with the news and tell them you're sick or something," Marlowe protested, reaching for her. But she pulled away to finish dressing.
"I can't. As much as I enjoyed last night, I really have to get to work," Abby said, genuinely admitting that she loved the sex with him.
With that, she got up and left his apartment. She made her way through the normal heavilly congested New York traffic and to the DA's office. Her immediate boss, Jack McCoy, the Executive Assistant District Attorney was waiting for her in her office. "Sorry, I'm late. But traffic was busier than normal. However, Marlowe is on board to testify," she announced.
"Excellent. What exactly did he want to finalize his agreement to testify?" McCoy asked, with a hint of curiousity.
"Well...let's just say something that only I was able to provide him," Abby replied mysteriously, grinning naughtily.
A few weeks later, the trial of Scarloni was held. In conjunction of the evidence and the testimony of Marlowe, Scarloni was convicted and sentenced to several consecutive life sentences, without the possibility of parole. As part of the agreement with Marlowe, the government agreed to put him in the Witness Protection Program and he left NYC almost immediately after the trial was over...never to be seen again...or so Abby thought.
A couple of years later, she left the Manhattan District Attorney's office to start up her own private practice and away from the hustle and bustle of New York City. She moved to a small town in Kansas, about halfway between Manhattan and Salina. She had just finished a free consultation with a couple of potential clients, when a man walked into her office. "Is this the office of Abby Carmichael?" the man asked, the voice familiar to her.
"Yes, may I help you?" Abby replied, looking up, trying to think where she heard this voice before.
"It's me. It's Tony Marlowe," he announced as he whipped off the sunglasses that helped hide his face. Abby's expression changed from curiousity to happiness. She ran to him and they embraced and kissed passionately.
"I thought you were in the Witness Protection Program," Abby said, between kisses.
"I am. This is where I was placed. When I saw you move here, I requested a bigger house...a house for a family," he began.
Stopping the kisses for a minute, Abby looked at him. "What are you trying to tell me?" she asked.
"Abby Carmichael, will you marry me?" Marlowe asked.
"Yes, I will," she said and they resumed kissing.
THE END