“That damn Geist.” Charlie snorted as he slammed his fist against his desk.
The impact of his fist against his desk shuffled a stack of manila folders containing varying degrees of information for the cases he was working. The main case he was pursuing: trying to apprehend Antonio Geist, who was world reknown by his aliases Tony the Ghost and Mr. Specter.
Geist had first come upon Charlie Duran’s radar when Charlie was just at the height of his career as a District Attorney.
According to all of the information which the Bureau had on him which in itself was scarce; was that Antonio Geist had moved around a lot in his life and became involved in international operations involving underworld connections to build a criminal empire. Little to nothing was known about his childhood or background, but what they did have was his arrest record and a long list of pending charges that they were unable to pin on him because of little to no direct evidence leading directly to him.
Duran’s eyes scanned the contents of the folder briefly.
His corner office was spacious but cluttered. Mountains of papers and folders lined the walls, a large corkboard hung on the walls with various mugshots pinned to it. A large bookcase filled with various books sat next to a dusty display case containing numerous photographs of him and a multitude of figures he had met throughout his career along with different awards.
Although he was married to the gorgeous dancer Elena; Charlie Duran who seemed to have everything going for him had one fatal flaw.
His love for other women.
Although he was publicly a revered lawman with a distinguished career in criminal justice, in private circles he was known to be a notorious womanizer with a deviant sexual appetite for younger women.
He glanced to a photograph of himself and his wife Elena framed on the edge of his desk.
He sat there silently as he drew a pull from his cigar.
Charles ‘Charlie’ Duran was a handsome man nonetheless. His salt and pepper hair was slicked to the side atop his scalp, and a pair of ice blue eyes peered out from the weathered features of an experienced face. A slender nose was paired with a gray goatee which matched his hair and masked a pair of pursed lips which greeted an exotic cigar.
His frame was broad and powerful. He had been a champion boxer during a brief stint in the Navy. The majority of the few years that he served, he had spent in the Orient.
A dark blue suit adorned his frame. The suit jacket sitting atop a white shirt with a rose colored tie underneath. A matching pocket square peaked forth from the breast pocket. His trousers were hemmed with a cuff and rested atop a pair of brown dress shoes.
He glanced to the door of his office and caught the sight of the young intern out in the hallway.
She wore her blonde hair tied up atop her head and she browsed through paperwork, sifting and creating files for the Attorney General to review. A pair of glasses framed her petite face. As he studied her through the door, his eyes came to rest upon her pouty lips.
Charlie could feel his cock starting to swell into an erection.
In his mind’s eye he could envision this young blonde intern on her knees before him; his hand with a firm grasp of blonde hair as he guided her head up and down upon his dick shaft.
He gazed down upon her with lustful dominance as he motioned for her to look up at him with her innocent doe like eyes. Her facial features contorted as her mouth was filled with his penis. Her lips stretched to their lips to accommodate his engorged flesh.
He stood over her like some conquering hero with a perverted grin on his face.
As she innocently gazed up at him with his cock in her mouth, he reached down and extracted himself from her confines. A string of saliva connected his hearty cock with those lust inducing lips of hers.
She moaned softly as he ran his hand through her hair.
“Mr. Duran…” She moaned softly.
He motioned for her to be quiet before he placed his penis across her face, indicating for her to pleasure his ball sack.
Her tongue lapped at his scrotum before she began to suckle at it.
He craned his neck back in satisfaction.
The portrait of his wife lay face down on his desk.
He groaned with ecstasy and took his penis into his grasp. He commanded her to stick her tongue out.
She obeyed dutifully.
He began to pump his cock with a mighty hand. His wedding band gliding up and down his erection.
He aimed his cock, hovering just inches from her face and climaxed.
A spray of hot semen shot forth and covered her face. Diagonal stripes of ivory colored goo covered her glasses and pooled around the bridge of her nose and dribbled onto her waiting tongue.
As his final stream met its mark, he stood over the young intern admiring his work.
He was suddenly rocked from his fantasy by a loud roar.
The roar shook the building and threw him to the floor. A concussive shockwave blew the glass out of the windows and a wave of heat and light encompassed the scene.
As he pulled himself up, he was greeted by a gaping hole in the side of what was once his office. Wiring and building materials lay bare as he peered outside into what was once a parking lot. Shattered hulks of cars and blaring car alarms ruined what had once been a peaceful day. A wall of flames licked the sky.
His suit was ripped and torn, his face covered with soot.
He felt something wet, and was met with a sickly metallic taste. He brought his hand up amd wiped his face to be greeted at the sight of blood.
A large chunk of shrapnel had cut his face.
“Specter.” He growled.
A carbomb disguised as an armored car had blown a large gaping hole into the north side of the Attorney General’s office.
Only someone familiar with the layout of the building would know where to place a bomb for maximum effect.
Someone who knew exactly where Charlie Duran’s office was.
Someone like Antonio Geist.
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