I Want Her to Know What Love Is

In this chapter, another engineer is threatened with blackmail and he has a wife and two kids. In order to keep the kids from having to spend Christmas at a hotel, they're invited to Rooster's. Rooster, along with security finds two thugs in the engineer's house. Greg fucks up enough he can be arrested. This chapter contains oral sex, interracial sex, group sex, a threesome, and discusses gay sex. My thanks to Johnny Galt for his editing assistance. This is a copyrighted work. Do not edit, copy, alter, or publish anywhere else, no matter what format it takes. Don't be a thief. © Copyright, 2025

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 20

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 20

Greg Hudson's Mistake

Greg Hudson's Mistake

"Can I come?"

"Fine by me. I'm going there now."

"Do I have to stay in the car?"

"Not this time. He won't be expecting us."

We headed straight to Greg's place.

"How do you know where he lives?" Sonia asked.

I looked at her.

"Oh, yeah, top-secret ninja shit."

"When you have an enemy, it pays to know what his plans are."

"Do you know?"

"Not yet, but I'm doing more digging."

"I'm getting even hotter for your body."

"Keep it on low simmer until we get home."

I got the full Sonia smile.

We marched up to Greg's door and knocked. I don't know if he was expecting someone else, or just didn't give a damn, but he opened the door without looking. As soon as he saw me and Sonia, he tried closing the door again. That didn't work well.

"What do you want?" Greg asked when I pushed through the door, closely followed by Sonia.

"You out of my life for starters."

"What did I do this time?"

"I don't know, Greg, but I'm sure you know. Let's see, more bugs at Maya's, bugs at my house, bugs at work, had to fire my housecleaning staff, blackmail threats to one of the engineers who works for me, idiots waiting for me in my parking lot, idiots trying to break into said engineer's house, threatening me, and getting their asses kicked. You name it, it's got your oily, rancid fingers all over it.

"The thing is, Greg, you fucked up. You fucked up your own life and you're still trying to blame other people for your problems, starting with your marriage. Hell, you could have lived a fairly respectable life working at Cybernetics, but you screwed up again. Can't give up Maya without pissing all over her, her new boyfriend, her new girlfriend. Once you got fired, you could have gone back to running your whores again, but no, why make things easy on yourself? You feel this irrational compulsion to get even for your own fucking mistakes, thereby compounding your problems.

"The engineer tells his wife about his sexual transgressions so he can't be blackmailed, and there are a couple more stooges on his doorstep trying to break into his house. You better hope those two idiots don't spill their guts, because I know you're behind them. If it weren't for the other bugs at Maya's, maybe it could all be blamed on corporate espionage or foreign agents, but no, you still have a bone to pick with Maya because she doesn't want to be married to a pimp who fucking cheated on her for seven years. Right now, you're calling attention to yourself, to your business, and to everyone who works for you, and so far, you've got nothing but hospital bills. Anything happens now, it's not just my buddies you need to worry about, it's the whole federal government. How dim can you be? Grow the fuck up, why don't you?"

"I had nothing to do with anything that happened tonight."

"Oh, you mean the fact that they work for your illegal business doesn't have anything to do with anything? It's just a coincidence, even though the other two idiots worked for you too? What were their names, Vinnie and Stan? Of course, you told them not to do anything without your say-so, so they're either off the tracks again or they finally got your say-so."

"Do you have me bugged?"

"What, stoop to your level, Greg? Why don't you start sweeping your apartment and find out? I'm sure if you pay to have it done once a week, you'll keep me out of your bedroom where I can listen to you banging more of your product. After all, you did send her out to her street corner again, even though it was cold. What did you say to her? Work or go hungry? You're a real charmer, Greg. You're becoming like every other pimp that works in the city. If you ever really started because you were a nice guy protecting the girls, that person died a long time ago, and an asshole took over."

He could sweep the hell out of it every day and it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.

"You bastard!"

"You know what they say about sticks and stones, Greg. If I have to come over here again, I'm going to fuck you up, and after I do, I'll let Sonia crush your balls with a nice pair of stilettos. Get the fuck out of my life, or you're going to regret it."

"Is that a threat?"

"More of a promise."

"Well, you can take your whore and get the fuck out!"

I slapped him across the face. It wasn't hard, but it was humiliating. He looked like he wanted to retaliate, but he was smarter than that.

"Call her a whore again in front of me," I said.

"I should have you arrested."

"Did he just slap you, Sonia?"

"He sure did."

"I was just protecting my fiancée, and I didn't do anything more than you just did. Go ahead. Call the cops. I'm sure they have questions after those other bozos got arrested. They probably haven't even had time to give you the bad news. It seemed to me you were waiting for someone when you opened the door, Greg. Like maybe the two I found trying to pick their way into a man and wife's home. Unfortunately, they had to make a stop at the hospital first before they headed to jail to get their phone call. You go after any more of my employees, I will come down on you hard, shit for brains."

"Get out."

"Have a pleasant evening, pimp. Come along, honey."

"I'm so fucking hot for you right now," Sonia said, "a raging volcano."

"I know you are. Let's see if we can do something about that."

Greg slammed the door behind us.

*****

Bobbi was waiting up for us when we got home. Sonia was shedding her clothes as soon as we got through the bedroom door, clothes flying everywhere she couldn't get them off fast enough.

"How did the blow job lesson go? Is Violet going to start blowing her husband now?" Bobbi asked. "How big is Larry's cock?"

"Didn't happen," Sonia said. "Don't get between me and Rooster's dick. It wouldn't be pretty."

Sonia started tearing at my clothes. My undressing pace not matching with her needs at the moment.

"What the hell happened?"

Sonia pushed me down on the bed and mounted my cock, already rock hard from the stroking she'd been doing in the car.

"A couple of thugs were trying to pick the locks on Larry's house when we got there." Sonia moaned as she bounced off my abs on her downward plunge, only to start back up again. "Rooster ate them for breakfast in about five seconds while I called the cops. You should have seen him, Bobbi. He would have made your pussy as wet as mine was. He sent them both to the hospital, crushed trachea and broken nose and concussion." She climaxed, really moaning now. "Then we went to Greg's apartment and Rooster gave him a dressing down before he bitch-slapped the punk. We have an amazing man, Bobbi. I can't believe we both lucked out with him."

She was rocking up and down pretty fast now, fucking herself feverishly.

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. Get undressed and ride this stud's face. Maybe I'll let you fuck him sometime tonight, but don't get your hopes up too much. I am so much in lust with him right now."

Bobbi laughed, pulled off her sleep outfit and climbed aboard my face. Sonia had climaxed twice she was so turned on, before I got Bobbi off once, but it evened out after that as we got into a rhythm.

After I climaxed, Sonia cleaned me off while Bobbi did the honors on her. The immediate needs satisfied, we told Bobbi more about what happened while she played with my cock. By the time we'd finished, I was hard again and this time, the two girls got into a sixty-nine, but it was still Sonia I fucked, unwilling to give me up yet. I got almost as much attention to my balls as Sonia got to her clit, so we were both doing well, and Sonia knew how to lick pussy, so Bobbi was enjoying her time as the bottom bitch.

Another orgasm for me and more clean up, and we took a rest. We got the phone call I was expecting from Larry, saying he'd found a nice place to stay with Violet.

"You're on speaker phone, Larry. Do you have a safe place to stay?"

"We're staying at a Marriott, if that's okay with you, Mr. Johnson?"

"That's fine. Remember to keep your receipts."

"Violet wanted to know if you really think those men were after her?"

"I am concerned it was a possibility, Larry. If all they were going to do is inform Violet of your marital transgressions, they could have knocked on the door. The fact they were trying to break in makes their intentions seem more criminal, doesn't it? I suppose they could have threatened or beaten you, but once they let you go to do their bidding, how would they keep you from immediately calling the police? They had to have some other plan to keep you compliant."

"We're lucky you were coming over," Larry said.

"Fortune was definitely smiling on you."

"We both wanted to thank you for protecting us. Do you think you'll have any problems with the police?"

"No, that was pretty cut and dried as crimes go. I'll have to sign a statement tomorrow, but until the men go to trial, I think I'm done with it."

"Are we still in danger?"

"I don't know. I spoke to the man I think is responsible and warned him to leave my employees alone, but I can't guarantee he'll listen. He's letting his ego get in the way of his smarts. Will I be seeing you at work tomorrow?"

"Is it all right if I take the day off? Violet's still quite upset."

"No, that's fine. Call Bruce in the morning and let him know what happened, but not where you are. Tell him I gave you the time off, and let him know I'm coming into work tomorrow to warn the other employees. Give Violet some love and attention if she needs it. Don't tell anyone where you're staying at the moment except me, the police, and both your parents. Make sure they don't tell anyone else. We want your current location a well-guarded secret until we're sure things are okay."

"Does this mean Violet won't be getting blow job lessons?" Larry asked. "Violet wanted to know if that was still going to happen."

"Not tonight, Larry. I'm sure that will have to wait for another time. Maybe this weekend? I'm just not sure. I'll have to check on some things first."

"Miss Sonia is still willing to provide them?"

I looked at Sonia, currently listening with interest, a hand playing with her pussy.

"Yeah, I'm sure she's still interested. She likes sharing her knowledge on how to keep a man happy."

"When do you think we can go back to our house? We've got Christmas to think of."

"I'll let you know when I've figured it out."

"Thank you," Larry said.

"You're welcome."

Bobbi finally got her shot at my cock, and she seemed almost as turned on as Sonia had been. I wondered if that's why some women liked boxing; the violence turned them on. Or maybe not violence per se, but that they knew they had an alpha male to protect them and their offspring, and they felt they needed to keep me happily in the fold. I could have told them they didn't need to try that hard, as I was plenty happy. On the other hand, it didn't hurt me that they wanted to keep me happy, so I was delighted to let them try.

******

I was at the St. Louis Park police station to read and sign my statement. It looked fine except for a couple of typos, which I changed and initialed. Spell check could only do so much.

"This is fine," I told the officer handling the day shift paperwork. "Have the detectives been able to question either of the defendants yet?"

"Not the one with the busted trachea, but they talked to the other fellow," he replied.

"Did they get anything good?"

"Like what?"

"Like who hired them?"

"They said it was them that had the plan, and other than that, they'd wait until they had a lawyer present."

"That's bullshit. I doubt if they have two neurons to rub together."

"The detective felt the same way. Do you have a suspect in mind?"

"A guy named Greg Hudson who runs hookers on Lake Street."

"Why him? What does he want with an engineer?"

"He could care less about the engineer. What he wants is to get back at me, my sister, my fiancée, and maybe a couple of other folks on his shit list. He needed to bug my offices to see if he could learn anything to help do that. The engineer was needed to place the bugs in my company, since it's a secured space with 24-hour security. That's what they wanted with him. I believe he's also bugged my sister's house, her phone, her car, and purses. He's the only one who'd be interested in her, while the rest could be passed off as corporate or foreign state espionage."

"Why's he have a hard-on for you and the others?"

I gave him the whole sad story, leaving aside that Sonia was a former hooker. Not really pertinent at the moment. I also suggested the bugs at Maya's could be used to learn information about me, my wedding, which she was going to be a bridesmaid in, and also information to use in his own divorce.

"That makes a whole lot more sense."

"You might want to consider running a couple of the Lake Street ladies into their hospital rooms to see if the ladies recognize them. I suspect they're the muscle he uses to keep the ladies in line and run off potential trouble to the girls. If they are, the girls have probably met them. You might want to question Greg, maybe get him a little worried his boys are ratting him out."

"Great idea. I'll pass it along."

Next stop, work. I got with Bruce and gave him all the details, then called a company-wide meeting. Not everyone was there, but the others would get emails or texts.

"Hello, everyone. I wanted to personally let everyone know that Larry Ahlgren's home was almost penetrated by someone who'd threatened Larry with blackmail in order to get him to install bugs or listening devices at our company. Larry informed me of the problem, and we ended the threat of blackmail, but maybe they didn't want to take no for an answer. I was going to meet Larry last night to discuss things when I found two men trying to get into his house. The men were dealt with and promptly arrested. Larry is currently somewhere safe until we're sure the problem is ended.

"That brings up a couple of other issues you should all be aware of. Listening devices have already been found here. They were removed a few days ago, which is why Larry was approached the day before yesterday. They were also found in other locations, including my home. It's important not to talk about secret information in non-secure locations. If any of you are threatened for any reason, please let me or Security know immediately. Unless you've already done something, I'll protect your job while making it impossible for you to comply with any threats or blackmail, but you have to speak up. You do something to harm my company, and you're history and expect to be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

"The other point is since Larry was no longer responding to a blackmail threat, they might have been going after his wife last night to accomplish the same objective. I want all of you to be hyperaware from now on. Is there anyone following you? Do you see something out of place at your house or here? If you do, call the police, call me, or call security. If you can, send your families to stay with someone else for the time being. I can't be sure of who's responsible, but I'm fairly certain. He's been threatened with physical harm if he messes with my employees.

"We're going to be doubling security here at the building. If you see or hear anything that needs attention, talk to the nearest guard. If you're worried about something, call immediately, don't wait. Gut instinct might tell you something is wrong before your conscious mind figures it out."

"What if you've already been approached," another engineer said.

"When?"

"This morning."

"You're married, aren't you, Ken, two kids?"

"Yes, sir."

"Call your wife and have her go to the neighbor's or a family member's right now. Take any kids who are home with her. We'll send someone to pick up any kids at school. Tony, get with Ken right after his phone call, to find out where his kids are and what time they finish school or day care. Get Ken to give permission for one of your guys to pick them up. When you're done with that, Ken, come see me in my office. I want to know what they're holding over you."

"Yes, sir," both answered and they left.

"How serious is this problem?" Someone else asked. "Is this corporate espionage or foreign agents?"

"I don't think so, but that's always a possibility, so don't ignore it. The guys at Larry's last night weren't foreign and too stupid to be corporate. They were pretty much low-brow thugs."

"What happened to them?"

"One had his windpipe readjusted inward, and the other one suffered a broken nose and other facial contusions and possible concussion. Then they were arrested, and although both are in the hospital now, prison will follow. Any other questions?"

"Are Larry and Violet okay?"

"Just peachy, thanks for asking. He might be back to work tomorrow once everyone's nerves settle. Anything else?" The room was quiet. "Good. Back to work and have a good day. Try not to worry too much. Police are already looking into this and I'm pressing the right buttons to make sure nothing happens."

I headed to my office to wait for Ken, who arrived thirty minutes later.

"What's going on, Ken? Why did you get approached?"

"I've had gay sex a few times."

"And I assume your wife doesn't know?"

"No. I mean, she knows I'm bisexual. I told her before we got married, but she thinks I gave up guys for our marriage, and I did for the first few years, but the last year, I've cheated on her four times with three different guys."

"Were any of them prostitutes?"

"I don't think so. I didn't pay any of them for sex."

"How do you think your blackmailer learned about your sex?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, unless one of them was my blackmailer. Could that be it?"

"One of the bugs here was found in the break room. Did you arrange assignations while on break?"

"I think I did with one of the guys I was meeting after work?"

"That's another possibility. Is it just sex, or is there something emotional going on too?"

"Just sex. I love my wife and my kids and I'd never do anything to hurt them, but every so often, I need a dick."

"If it comes out, Ken, it will hurt them, especially if your wife is being faithful to you."

"I know. Do I have to tell her?"

"I'm not a big fan of secrets in a marriage, Ken. They almost always come out, and usually at the worst possible time. Even if you or I don't tell your wife, and even if the blackmailers are caught before they can tell her, someone else could say something, maybe one of your lovers has a snit and informs her because you pissed him off. You can't assume she'll never find out. That's always a potential problem and remains one unless she already knows. She's going to be asking a lot of questions now that you've had to tell her to leave the house. Are you going to out-and-out lie to her about what's going on?"

"Shit!" He thought for a bit. "What would you do to keep me from hurting the company?"

"I could put you on paid leave, deny you access to the building during your leave, but that only gives them less real incentive to tell your wife. They could tell her anyway out of spite. I don't think we're talking about good folks here. I'd assume the worst."