WHISTLEBLOWER
1181 Words
I sighed. “It’s Jax.” And showed Silver the screen. His jaw tightened.
“That obsessive prick,” he muttered and frowned immediately he, my n****e was forgotten. “Hmm. You want to leave?”
“No!” I protested almost instantly “I don’t want the night to end.”
“It doesn’t have to.” His eyes darkened as he glanced at my phone. “Turn it off.”
My breath hitched. Jax would go mad “But… he’s my boss and…”
“Do it.”
I fell so easy. So I silenced the phone and tossed it aside.
“Forget him. Let’s enjoy tonight.” And Silver went back to sucking my tit.
“The s*x is always great,” he murmured. “We should do more of this. Alone.”
I stroked his hair. “Yeah. We should.”
But our peace, and post orgasm leisure was shattered around 3:17 a.m in the morning.
Sirens wailed in the distance, with epileptic red and blue flashing lights cutting across the water. A coast guard cutter pulled alongside two other patrol boats. Uniformed officers boarded Silver’s yacht with grim faces and stern body languages.
“What the f**k?” Silver bolted upright, scrambling for clothes.
Everyone stay calm,” a burly cop announced, his voice booming as he went below deck, walking into naked orgy participants enjoying the aftermath of the night’s pleasure.
“Claude, make sure the guests don’t worry about this, try to keep everyone calm. Give them an assurance that everything is fine and let them know they have nothing to worry about.” Silver whispered to his captain who also served as his body guard and Claude hurried away to below deck.
“Why the f**k are they here?” He muttered angrily wiping paint off his chest to look presentable. My heart pounded as Silver approached the leader among them, an irritated look on his face “Bonjour officers, what can I do for you?”
“We received a distress call earlier from a concerned patriot, about your yacht,” the lead officer announced, and I clutched the cover cloth I’d found earlier to my chest. “Reports of possible non-consensual activity and endangerment.”
Silver stepped forward, hands raised in what seemed like a surrender. “Officer, there’s been a mistake. This is a private event with me and my friends, who are in fact grown ups. No one’s in distress here.”
The lead officer who was a woman with a no-nonsense bun, and a crisp uniform eyed him suspiciously. “We’ll be the judge of that. ID, please. And everyone else’s.” She yelled loudly so her colleague below deck could hear her.
He pulled out his ID and the office snatched it, “I’ll have a look inside all the rooms in this yacht. How many rooms does it have?”
“No officer” Silver stepped in front of her, “You can’t go in there and start ransacking everything. That’s invasion of privacy” and his voice dropped low “I paid your boss enough to avoid this f*****g harrasement.”
The office smirked “I’m not my boss. Step aside Mr Romano. I’ll try to make this quick” and walked away.
We followed her below deck and saw as guests fumbled for wallets and some scowled at the officers. I whispered to Silver, “Who could have called? Everyone here’s consenting adults.”
“I don’t know,” he hissed back, his eyes never leaving the lead officer. “But this could kill my career.”
I slipped my arm around him from behind as a way to show support. “We’ll fight it. I’m sure the call was a malicious ploy from one of your enemies. We have witnesses, and everyone knows what they signed up for.”
He turned with a soft smile, cupping my face. “Thank you” he said “You’re so kind and you were the most beautiful piece tonight,” and then he gave me a soft kiss.
The cops inspected the boat methodically, checking cabins, questioning people and going through what looked ‘suspicious’. One guest, a still tipsy model, giggled nervously and pushed her poking t**s at the leader. “Officer, it’s just a party. Art and… fun.”
The officer raised what looked like an angry eyebrow. But I’d already seen her eyes lingering on those n*****s for more than a second. “Fun that involves drugs? We found promethazine and cannabis.”
Silver groaned. “It’s just recreational. Nothing hard to kill.”
The officers huddled, radios crackling as they exchanged shushed whispers among themselves. Finally, the lead cop approached Silver. “Mr. Silverton Romano, you’re the host, correct?”
“Yes,” he said warily.
“We came here because the distress call claimed there were screams, and possible violence.”
Silver shot her a furious look. “Violence? Officer, did you come across blood, weapons or perhaps a bruised face? Look around!”
The cop sighed. “Regardless, we’ve got reports of nudity, intoxicants, and group activities that defy public decency laws, even at sea. You’re all lucky we’re not hauling you and your million dollar yacht in.”
“But the call was fake,” Silver protested. “No one’s hurt!”
“This is just legal procedure,” the officer said flatly. “We’re issuing citations. And you, Mr. Silverton, given your history of hosting similar events, we’re recommending probation. No more ‘exhibitions’ like this for six months. If you want to challenge the sanction, then I suggest you get a good lawyer and take it up to court.”
Silver’s face paled. “Probation? I’ve always taken permission for all my parties and do I have to remind you, I have friends in high places?”
“Not our problem,” she replied with a casual shrug. “Coast guard’s jurisdiction. Try to stay out of more trouble Mr Romano.”
As the officers departed, the captain steered the yacht back to shore in silence. Guests dispersed to their rooms quickly, whispers of “lawsuit” and “bad press” floating in the air.
I sat with Silver on the upper deck as he rubbed his temples, and drank scotch. “Someone is trying to ruin me. Galleries won’t touch me, or want anything to do with me if I’m on probation.”
“I will find whoever that fucker was and I will handle them. Myself.”
I took his hand and kissed it. “Everything will be fine, Silver.”
He managed a weak smile” Yeah” and refilled his glass. “But damn, what a night.”
A sweet smile formed on my face as I leaned against him and looped my arms around his neck for a kiss. “The best parts were worth it.”
His fingers slid down to my p***y again for one final s*x before dawn.
Not knowing the trouble that waited for me at home.
- Writer
