The car screeched to a stop and mounted the curb. Karla was kissing the Inspector passionately.

‘French kissing after a French dinner!’ - She giggled.

The Inspector climbed out of the driver seat, and swayed his way over to the passenger side. He opened the door for Karla, and held her hand as she climbed out.

‘Prince fucking Charming’ - Karla giggled again, grabbing the Inspector’s buttocks.

Karla looped her arm through the Inspector’s arm, and they crossed the street. They entered the dilapidated foyer of Karla’s apartment building, and the scruffy man was still passed out on the floor - a puddle of vomit next to him.

The Inspector pressed the elevator button, and the doors opened. Karla and the Inspector stepped inside, and the Inspector pressed the button for the 6th floor.

As soon as the doors were closed, Karla pounced on the Inspector pinning him against the inside of the elevator.

She pressed her large breasts against him, and her groin. The Inspector could feel her erect penis pressed against his. Karla kissed the Inspector.

‘I am going to fuck you so fucking hard you fucking slut’ - Karla said, biting the Inspector’s lip.

The doors opened on the 6th floor, and Karla pulled the Inspector out of the elevator and dragged him down the corridor. She fumbled in her purse, and then pulled out the keys to her apartment - unlocking the door. Karla pushed the door open and pulled the Inspector in.

Karla switched on the lights, and again pounced on the Inspector.

‘Get fucking naked’ - Karla ordered.

Karla pushed the door shut, and locked the latch.

The Inspector started to strip. Karla couldn’t wait, and started helping, all the time kissing the Inspector and biting his lips and ears.

The Inspector stood naked in the middle of the room. Karla knelt down, and took the Inspector’s penis in her mouth, and started sucking and licking.

‘You want me to fuck you tonight?’ - Karla asked, looking up at the Inspector.

‘Yes’ - said the Inspector.

‘You want me to tie you up?’

‘Yes.’

‘You want me to gag you, and fuck your ass with my big cock?’

‘Yes’ - the Inspector leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes as Karla continued to pleasure him.

Karla stood and kissed the Inspector and then pulled him to the bedroom.

Karla’s bedroom wasn’t big. It had a metal framed sleigh bed in the middle of it. The bed was neatly made, with white sheets, pillows, and a duvet.

‘You know what to do’ - said Karla.

The Inspector climbed onto the bed face down. Karla opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out four restraints and a ball gag.

Karla climbed onto the bed and straddled the Inspector, attaching the restraints to his wrists and then to the metal bed frame. Karla spun around and did the same to his ankles, attaching the restraints and then fastening them to the bed frame. Karla slid the ball gag over the inspector’s mouth, and fastened it at the back.

Karla climbed off the bed.

The Inspector was having the best night of his life. Dinner with this beautiful woman - this beautiful woman he loved, and she loved him. They would have sex and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Karla opened the bedside table drawer again and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She pulled a cigarette from the packet and lit it. The Inspector looked at Karla and wondered what was going on. Karla puffed the cigarette and stared at the Inspector, and then she left the room.

The Inspector craned his neck to see what was going on. Karla had gone. He saw the lights in the other room turn off and on three times.

Where the fuck is Karla? - The Inspector thought. Maybe she was getting changed into something special. A new outfit. Something sexy. Something erotic. Why were the lights turning off and on?

The Inspector lay on the bed alone and retrained for a few more minutes, craning his neck again to see the door. He could see movement. She was coming back. Karla was coming back and she was going to fuck him. Maybe she needed a piss?

The Inspector craned his neck even further and then he saw him. Number Three was standing at the doorway to the bedroom, and the Inspector’s life came crashing down around and inside him.

The Inspector fought to get his hands free, but Karla had tied him so tight he couldn’t move his arms or legs an inch.

Number Three walked alongside the bed, and sat down on a wooden chair beside the bed. Number Three’s deep blue eyes scanned the naked Inspector gagged and tied to the bed.

‘I do hope I am not interrupting anything, Inspector’ - said Number Three, smiling.

The Inspector knew there was nothing he could do, and he knew that this was the end of the game.

‘Secret service basics - the honey trap!’ - Number Three said - ‘All men are weak. And all men are especially weak when a pretty face and a big pair of tits are involved. In this case, a big fucking cock as well, ey Inspector?’

The Inspector was crying and screaming inside.

‘You rascals over at Operations nearly had us Inspector - and I have to say you played a very good game. Unfortunately, the game was let down by its weakest player on the field - The recently deceased assistant deputy-minister. It was a very well done plan, but under questioning it became obvious to all involved that the assistant deputy-minister was not Percival, and not a unit commander responsible for the deaths of 17 party members. You may say “Number Three - how can you be so sure that the assistant deputy-minister wasn’t Percival?” - and I will say this to you; After the nature of questioning we gave the assistant district-commander, he would have told us he was - but he never did. This kind of questioning, Inspector - that you will be experiencing shortly - leaves nowhere for secrets to hide. A man’s soul and memories and indeed his very thoughts are laid bare. So I know - for certain - that the assistant deputy-commander wasn’t Percival. So what has been going on? What’s all this fuss been about? Here’s what I think happened - for some reason, we will find out later exactly why, your boss - the new Chief Inspector - needed to implicate someone with a number of crimes. After the meeting we all had over at the 16th floor, the Chief Inspector lifted the prints of the assistant deputy-minister and took his cigarette butts. Then someone, I am assuming you, went to the prole Colin Pinder’s flat and planted that evidence and then killed Colin Pinder, leaving it all there for us to find as part of “Operation Greater Good”. That was a nice touch, I have to say. The always-keen-to-help Chief Inspector then enrolled the help of the beautiful and lovely Karla to collect the assistant deputy-ministers prints and dna from the knocking shop she works at that was a regular haunt of the assistant deputy-ministers. I understand, Inspector, that you too have become something of a regular at the Golden Leaf, and have developed quite a soft spot for the beautiful and lovely Karla. Then there is the murder weapon that was found in the assistant deputy-minister’s car. This, I assume, was planted there by you to further implicate the assistant deputy-minister. The coup de grace - as the French say. An ironclad open and shut case, certain to book the assistant deputy-minister - otherwise known as Percival - a one-way trip to the farm. Everyone gets a pat on the back, and the brass at Operations all get a promotion. I understand the Chief Inspector even got a medal straight from the new deputy-minister. How does all this sound Inspector? Blink twice if I am getting warm, once if I am getting cold.’

The Inspector didn’t blink. He stared into Number Three’s ice cold blue eyes.

‘I will take that as a “getting warm”. Anyways, it doesn’t matter what you think. When the dust settled on Operation Camelot and we knew that the assistant deputy-minister was no arch villain, we started to play our own game. We visited the docks and spoke to the docks manager, and he told us about your visits, and your threats about you never having been there. We assume you got the personnel files on the docks workers and screened them for the best fit for Bedivere, which turned out to be the poor Colin Pinder. Before he died, the assistant deputy-minister told us about the beautiful and lovely Karla. We then had a chat with Karla, and she told us all about you and her, and your secret mission to visit her to collect the evidence and the secret chat with the Chief Inspector in the back of the van. Karla told us how you liked to be tied up and fucked by her. I am not judging, Inspector - each to their own. We relayed our concerns with Operation Camelot to Number Two, who relayed those concerns to Number One, who also relayed those concerns to the minister. The minister is a man of action - and he hates for there to be a cloud of suspicion hanging over the ministry. By the way - It was the minister that killed the deputy-minister, you know. He shot her right through the head. The minister was concerned that if the assistant deputy-minister was connected to the Unit, then perhaps the deputy-minister was as well. Anyways, the minister told number one, who told number two, who told me - bring in that new Inspector from Operations for questioning to see if he knows anything about all of this. And so here we are, Inspector. We asked Karla to let us know if you came back to see her, and like magic you did. Karla told us everything. Karla told us you wanted to go to dinner with her, that you had fallen in love with her. So we told Karla to go out to dinner with you, to have a good time with you. I understand you went to Le Bistro de la Glorieuse Victoire. Is it any good? I have never been myself, but Karla told me she had a quite lovely time. We told Karla to get you a bit boozed up, to wine you and dine you. And to promise you a good length of cock inside you back here. And, of course, it worked. This is what happens next, Inspector. We bag you up and take you back to the slaughterhouse, and we question you. If under questioning our suspicions are proven wrong, you will die in a fiery car crash in hot pursuit of a suspect and will get a hero’s funeral. The minister himself said he would come. If, however, under questioning our suspicions are proven correct - then the whole house of cards that has been built over at Operations will come tumbling down, one card at a time.’

Two men appeared at the doorway.

‘Shoot him up with the sedative and then bag him’ - said Number Three, standing up.

The Inspector didn’t fight or resist.

One of the men injected the Inspector in the buttocks and the Inspector lost consciousness. The men started untying the Inspector, and getting him ready to be placed in the bag.

Number Three walked into the lounge. Karla was sitting on a two seater sofa, smoking a cigarette.

Number Three lifted a radio off of a wooden chair and placed it on the floor. Number Three sat down.

‘Karla, Karla, Karla’ - Number Three said, staring at Karla.

Karla sat and stared back.

The two men carried the unconscious Inspector through the lounge.

‘Sorry lads’ - said Number Three, jumping up.

Number Three walked to the front door of the apartment and opened it for the two men carrying the Inspector.

‘Straight to the slaughterhouse’ - Number Three ordered.

When the men had left the apartment, Number Three closed the door again and walked back to sit down on the chair opposite Karla.

‘How do you solve a problem like Karla?’ - Asked Number Three, smiling.

‘Is this where you kill me?’ - Karla said, taking a drag on her cigarette.

‘Is that what you want, Karla. Do you want me to kill you?’ - Number Three said with a smug look on his face.

Karla didn’t say anything.

‘Oh no Karla - I won’t be killing you. You are much too valuable to be killed. You belong to me now. How do you like the sound of that?’

‘What do you mean?’ - Karla asked.

‘I mean you belong to me now, Karla. I like you - and you have proven yourself under pressure a couple of times. We are always on the lookout for people with your - talents’ - Number Three sat and smiled at Karla.

‘What happens to him?’ - Karla asked, nodding her head towards the door.

‘The Inspector?’ - said Number Three

‘Yes.’

‘Well, from this point on Karla - nothing good’ - Number Three stood and walked to the apartment door.

Karla smoked her cigarette.

‘You will be hearing from me Karla’ - Number Three opened the apartment door, and walked out, closing the apartment door behind him.

Karla sat on the sofa alone and smoked her cigarette.

The End