The Gangbang Collection

The Gangbang Collection

By

Carla Kane, Jane Electra and Crystal De la Cruz

Copyright © 2013
The
Blue Bouzouki

First Published 2013 by
The
Blue Bouzouki Press

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transferred in any form without prior written permission from the authors or their representatives. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or
dead,
is entirely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are aged 18 or over.

Also published by The Blue Bouzouki Press:

Three in One: The Erotica Collection

Contents

Dirty Cops: Gangbanged by the Captain’s Men

By

Carla Kane

Caught and Gangbanged by her Daddy and Uncles

By

Jane Electra

Her Burning Shame: Gangbanged at the BDSM Club

By

Crystal De la Cruz

Dirty Cops

Gangbanged by the Captain’s Men

By

Carla Kane

The police station buzzed with activity as Jennifer De Le Cruz pushed her way towards the desk. It was a Saturday night in Slinger’s Row, the most dangerous precinct in the entire city of Los Angeles, and the commotion in the station was pretty much standard fare.

‘Hey, why the rush
sugarlips
?’ some scumbag pimp called as she pushed past him. ‘Damn you know what I could do with an ass like yours on the street?’

Jennifer spun on him and narrowed her eyes. She cocked her head sideways. ‘Chucky
Valderrama
?’ she asked, looking him up and down, ‘shit, don’t I know your parents?’

In an instant the
dirtbag
morphed into the misbehaving little boy he’d once been and he lowered his eyes.

‘Yeah,’ Jennifer smiled, ‘Paulo and Christine
Valderrama
, right? How are they doing? I’ll be seeing them on Monday at the church meeting, should I tell them I met you here?’

‘Damn I was just playing,’ the creep muttered and slinked off towards a phone box, probably to hide out until Jennifer was far, far away. She smiled and stepped up to the counter.

Jennifer De Le Cruz was vice president of the Building Bridges Community organization, a voluntary group that tried to rehabilitate the youths on the street and dissuade them from turning out like that dickhead Chucky
Valderrama
, currently conspiring in the corner and muttering into the telephone with one ratty eye on Jennifer’s back. Sometimes it could be thankless work, but then sometimes, the rewards were bigger and better than anything else in the world.

But that wasn’t to say it didn’t take up a lot of her time. For Jennifer it was a fulltime job, one with plenty of overtime. Other people would have said it was a good thing she’d been born rich, but for Jennifer it was her way of making up for it. She knew it wasn’t fair she’d had everything growing up and others had so little, so this was her way of returning the favor to the universe.

And her way of proving herself as a person in her own right too. Her father had built a company from the ground up and worked his way out of poverty and Building Bridges was her way of showing that she could build something too. And if she didn’t, by necessity, have to do it for herself then she would do it for others instead.

The organization was headed by Al Duncan, a kind-hearted old liberal, who just didn’t really have the punch and panache to make something big of it. When Jennifer came aboard five years earlier at the age of twenty two, Building Bridges had been little more than a mobile soup kitchen. Now they were preparing to branch out into other states with their educational programs and had secured funding far and wide from colleges, charities and even multinational companies who approved of the work they’d been doing. The only reason Jennifer herself wasn’t president was because it might send a bad message to potential patrons and investors to have someone so young in charge.

But the fact that the position would be hers one day, and probably soon, was a given. Jennifer demanded it. That’s why she worked so hard, so tirelessly, to defend the rights of the downtrodden and the disenfranchised in her city. That would be
her
legacy.

She stepped up to the counter and smiled at the youngish, cute cop on desk duties that night. She knew this one pretty well. He was one of the better ones.

‘Hi Joey,’ she smiled, ‘the captain in? I have an appointment.’

Detective Joseph Gonzales spun on his chair and smiled up at her. ‘Jennifer,’ he grinned, ‘I was wondering when you’d turn up. Don’t you ever take a night off?’

‘Do you?’ Jennifer smiled. ‘Do any of these guys?’ She gestured at the
raggle-taggle
group of hookers, pimps and players lounging around the station.

‘I guess not,’ Joey grinned. He flicked back his soft black hair. ‘You look good,’ he said.

‘Thanks,’ Jennifer replied, ‘now is the captain in?’ She wasn’t going to be brushed off that easily.

Joey studied her face coyly. ‘You really have an appointment?’ he asked. ‘The captain told me not to let anybody disturb him tonight.’

‘Ten PM: Saturday night,’ Jennifer nodded, ‘on the dot.’

‘Ok,’ Joey shrugged, ‘but be warned: the big guy’s in a bad mood tonight.’

He reached down and pressed the buzzer on his desk.
‘Captain?’

‘
What?
’

‘Uh Jennifer De Le Cruz is here to see you, she says she has an appointment.’

‘…
Oh God damn it!
’

The line went dead for a second. Joey glanced up at Jennifer with a look that said he was glad he wasn’t in her shoes right now. A moment later, the captain came back on the intercom.

‘
Fine,
send her in.
’

‘Yes sir,’ Joey said and flicked off the switch. ‘Good luck in there,’ he grinned to Jennifer, ‘and remember – if you need help there’s like, a gazillion cops just outside the door.’

‘Thanks Joey,’ Jennifer replied, ‘but I think I can handle it.’

She walked past his desk towards the Captain’s office as Joey Gonzales checked her out from behind, trying to be discreet about it but failing completely.

She pushed open the Captain’s door.

‘Captain Leahy.’

Captain Mick Leahy was the ruler of this little slice of Hades and the hardships that plagued the streets around his station showed on his face. He was only forty years old or so but he looked a little closer to fifty. He was still handsome, but his hair was silver and his face was lined. His eyes were stern and serious but he had a mouth that looked like it could have a wicked sense of humor from time to time.
Though Jennifer had never seen it.

‘Miss De Le Cruz,’ Leahy greeted, without getting up from his desk, ‘please sit. What the hell’s the matter with you now?’

Jennifer sat down. The Captain liked to get straight to the point. That suited her just fine, because so did she.

‘James De Cali,’ she said, sliding a picture of a teenage boy beside a bicycle across the desk. Leahy didn’t pick it up.

‘Who?’

‘James De Cali,’ Jennifer repeated firmly, ‘he’s a straight-A student from a broken home. He works part time at Chang’s Convenience Store just down the street from here to support his mom and baby sisters. Right now, you’ve got him in lock up accused of grand theft auto downtown.’

The captain stared at her. He didn’t blink. ‘Well I guess he shouldn’t have done the crime then, huh?’ he said.

Jennifer sighed wearily and took a deep breath. She hadn’t expected it to go over easily, but did he really have to make everything so damn difficult for her? ‘Captain,’ she said, ‘if James hotwired that car, you think I’d really be here?’

Leahy shrugged. ‘Well you are, aren’t you?’

‘The kid’s innocent Mick,’ Jennifer said, ‘he was across town with his sweetheart in Strikes and Aces Bowling Alley when the crime went down. We’ve got scores of alibis, so there’s no question how this is going to go. Why not just let him out and save on all the paper work?’

‘Miss De Le Cruz,’ the captain sighed, ‘I trust my men. They say this kid did the deed,
then
I go with that. If they’re wrong then that’s for the courts to decide.’

‘Yeah,’ Jennifer asked, smiling knowingly, ‘but do you know who the arresting officer was? Liam Ryan.’

The captain tried not to let it show on his face but she could see it plain as day: that absolute Oh Fuck moment. Liam Ryan was the
baddest
bastard on the force, a near sociopath who did whatever the hell he wanted. At that moment he was currently embroiled in a corruption scandal involving payments from drug dealers, amongst other things. Word on the street was that he’d go down for it too and the only reason he hadn’t been suspended already was because the mayor himself was his uncle-in-law.

‘Like I said,’ the Captain repeated, ‘I trust my men. I know this feels like something else to you right here, but to us it’s a warzone.
A war that never ends.
And if my boys don’t have the comfort of knowing I’ll go all the way to the line for them, then what the hell else do they have?’

Jennifer studied him closely. It was an honorable sentiment – she couldn’t fault him on it, even if it did go against most of her leanings. The guy was all
man,
there was no doubt about that.

‘And what?’ she asked, ‘so I should just let James De Cali rot in that cell, while his family struggles to make bail? While at the same time you and I and everybody else is this damn city knows that Liam Ryan only picked him up so he could get back to drinking beers and cruising for whores like he does every other night he’s supposed to be on duty?’

‘Girl,’ the captain warned, ‘you watch your mouth.’

Something in his voice got to her. She felt a little shiver run down her spine and reproached herself for responding to it. She decided to try a different approach.