Blue Bloods Ch. 03: Erin's Revenge
Erin Reagan stormed into her office, returning from one of the worst lunch breaks of her life. Her investigator and dear friend Anthony was right behind her.
"What's wrong, Erin?" he asked, watching her toss her coat into the corner and throw her briefcase halfway across the room.
"I'll tell you what's wrong - my ex-husband," she said.
"Oh, jeez, not again with this," Anthony responded. He was so sick of the on-again/off-again relationship she had with her ex, Jack Boyle.
"Never again with this, Anthony," she corrected him as she took a seat at her desk.
"What'd he do now?"
"It's not what he did. It's who he's doing. And how I found out."
"I'm going to need some details."
"Remember I told you Jack went to visit Nicky at Columbia and ended up giving a guest lecture there? Well, it seems he made a fan. A very young fan in Nicky's class. And now, they're a thing. And do you know how I learned all this?"
"Something tells me you didn't read it in the Wall Street Journal."
Erin tapped her cell phone screen a few times and then showed it to Anthony. He watched in shock at what was obviously footage, grainy but undeniable, of a man - he assumed it was Jack - receiving a blowjob from a young, college-aged brunette. The audio was even more damning. Anthony could clearly hear Jack's voice moaning. After about 24 seconds, the video ended. He looked to Erin.
"How did you even get this?" Anthony said. He doubted Erin was just perusing amateur porn videos and stumbled upon it.
"He sent it to me," she said, fuming. Her anger was practically painting the walls of her office at this point, every word uttered was another layer applied.
"He sent it to you?"
"He said it was an accident. That he 'butt-dialed' it to me. Can you believe that?"
"No, not really," Anthony said. He'd known Jack for quite awhile, and just like the other Reagans, he didn't trust the guy. He never understood why Erin was never willing to fully cut ties with him. Sure, they had a daughter together, but that was ages ago and Jack had continued to be incredibly hot-and-cold with her, to the point of it being manipulative. This latest "mistake" felt particularly callous.
"This is just like Jack. I take Nikki to see a show on Broadway, he takes her on a 3-day cruise in the Bahamas. I tell him I got a new car, he buys a newer one. He always needs to be on top somehow," Erin said.
"Well, he certainly wasn't on top in that video," Anthony said, trying to lighten the mood. Erin looked at him with a half-smile, a little bit of her anger melting away.
"You know what I mean. It's like he always needs me to know that he's out there, doing better than me. I'm a Bureau Chief for the New York State District Attorney's Office and somehow he can still make me feel like some lovesick school girl chasing after him," Erin said, her anger turning from him onto herself. Anthony hated seeing her feel this way.
"Erin, my mother always told me, in times like this, you don't get mad, you get even," he said.
"Get even? How? Drive out to Rutgers and bang the first frat boy I find?" she said.
"Hey, you don't have to travel all that far. There are closer universities, you know," Anthony said with a laugh.
"Ugh! I'm so pissed!" Erin said. She sat all the way back in her chair.
Anthony sat back in his own chair. They both stared into the mid-distance for a second, letting the silence just hang there as two longtime friends can do.
"But you're not wrong," Erin said, breaking the pause. "I need to get back at him. He needs to know he's not the only one getting some action."
"Okay...and how do you intend to do that?" Anthony asked.
"Lock the door and lower the lights. But not too dark," Erin answered as she got up from her desk and started re-arranging some of the office furniture. She cleared her desk and set her cell phone on it, using her nameplate to angle it just right for a selfie video that would capture her sitting in her office chair. She didn't press record yet.
Meanwhile, Anthony did as he was told. He'd worked with her long enough to know the look in her eyes. She had a plan and there was no use talking her out of it nor was there any use asking questions about what exactly the plan was. It would all be revealed in due time. That's how her brain worked - always one step ahead. Anthony locked the door and lowered the shades. The room was darkened, but not pitch black.
"Perfect," Erin said, looking at up him, "Now, come and sit in my chair."
Anthony still wasn't sure where this was going, but he had an inkling.
"Uh, if this is leading to where I think it might be leading, I think you should consider some other options," he said.
"Anthony, sit. I don't have time to go out and find someone else. It has to be you," she said, pulling at Anthony's arm and leading him to her chair. She looked back at her phone and adjusted it to make sure it captured what it needed to, still not pressing record. She took a big breath.
"Okay...Jack wants to accidentally send me a video of him having sex, I'm going to send him one of me," she said, essentially talking herself into what she was about to do. Erin kicked off her heels and started unbuttoning her suit pants, revealing a pair of lacy black Victoria's Secret thong panties. Anthony felt himself starting to get erect. She took off her jacket, hanging it on a hook behind her and then began unbuttoning her blouse, the matching black bra looking amazing against her white skin.
She looked at Anthony, who had the expression of a deer in headlights. He was still fully clothed, breathing heavy.
"C'mon, let's go, off with the pants," she urged him. Her words broke him out of his trance. He gulped.
"Okay...okay...but...y'know...I may need some help with my...performance. This is my screen debut, you know," Anthony said as he undid his trousers and dropped them to his knees. He pulled out his dick, which was only semi-hard. Like Anthony, it was fat, not exceptionally long, but girthy. "Maybe you can help get things going a little?" he asked.
"Really? This isn't doing enough for you?" Erin said, motioning towards her own body.
"Hey, I'm kinda the one doing the favor here," Anthony said.
Erin walked over and got down on her knees. She pulled at Anthony's dick and started jerking it. He probably wanted head, she thought - all guys do - but this wasn't lovemaking. This was performance and the camera wasn't even rolling yet. She stroked him up and down as Anthony unbuttoned his own shirt and pulled it off.
"C'mon, Anthony...we gotta get this done before I lose my nerve," she said, tugging on his hardening dick.
Anthony was a little embarrassed of his body. He was a big guy. He knew he was handsome, but his physique wasn't exactly that of a gym hunk. He probably outweighed Erin, stunningly tall and thin, by well over a hundred pounds.
"Alright, I think I'm ready to go," Anthony said. Erin stopped jerking him off and stood up. She lowered her panties, revealing a fairly hairy bush, which surprised Anthony. Then again, he knew she didn't date much and certainly didn't have time for much upkeep down there with her busy job. She reached over to the camera.
"Wait! Are you ready?" Anthony asked before she could hit 'record.' He was referring to Erin's own needs for some "warm-up." She was so focused on getting revenge on Jack, she'd forgotten some rather basics about having sex.
"Shit. No. Okay, hold on, let's switch places," Erin said. Anthony stood up and Erin sat down. Now it was Anthony's turn to get onto the floor, which took some effort.
"Alright," Erin said before taking a big breath. She spread her long legs apart and rested her feet on her desk. Then, she reached down and started playing with herself as Anthony kissed her inner thighs. Erin drew deep breaths and closed her eyes, rubbing her pussy.
Anthony worked his way closer to her vagina with his mouth. From the heat coming off it, he knew she was getting turned on.
"You've got a very pretty pussy, Erin," Anthony said. It wasn't his best line, but he didn't really know what else to say.
He inched his face closer, finally kissing and exploring her crotch with his tongue. Erin kept rubbing.
"Mmmm...that feels good," Erin breathed.
Anthony ate her pussy with sloppy enthusiasm. There were no more words spoke, but he knew she was enjoying it. She practically forgot this was just a "warm-up," a part of the performance intended to exact revenge on her ex-husband.
Erin let out a sigh of pleasure before speaking.
"Alright...okay...that's good...I think I'm ready," she said, her voice trembling a little. Anthony backed his mouth from her pussy and watched Erin pull her legs down from their arched position around him. She backed up the chair and both stood up, practically bumping heads. As they stood together, they almost kissed on the lips - but held back, remembering this was not romance. This was revenge.
"Okay, I think we're good," Erin said as Anthony sat on the chair. Erin adjusted the camera and hit the record button. She turned her body, facing the camera, and sat down on Anthony's fat member with her back towards him.
"Oooh, that feels good," Erin said, feeling it going inside. She slowly began grinding on Anthony's cock, then bouncing her ass up and down on it. She was somewhat surprised how good it felt to feel his girth beneath her. She'd never been with a fat guy before. It must've been like fucking Santa Claus or something, she thought, almost breaking out into laughter.
Anthony breathed deeply and enjoyed Erin taking full control. He felt her hands on his knees, using them to spring herself up and down on his cock. This freed his hands to undo her bra from behind.
Erin was a bit surprised at Anthony taking that step without asking her, but she also knew it would make for an even steamier video. She decided to turn things up another notch.
"Oooh...oh yeah...that's good..." she said, her dirty talk not quite up to par. It felt a little forced even.
Anthony had an idea of his own. With one hand, he reached around and grabbed her left tit. With the other, he reached around and started rubbing her pussy as she rode him, all while angling himself a bit to better fill her up. The move worked. Erin's body relaxed a bit as Anthony took more control and really started fucking her.
"Oooh..that's it..." she moaned.
"Yeah? You like that, Erin? You like me playing with this little tit of yours," he asked.
Hearing her name called, Erin remembered the purpose of this whole encounter. She went from staring off to locking her eyes onto the camera. She bounced harder too, practically impaling her cunt on Anthony's cock. She wanted to make sure her ex-husband could hear the slapping of flesh.
"Yeah...I do...fuck me...fuck me with your fat cock...fuck me, Anthony," she said, getting more and more turned on by the second.
Anthony was surprised she would mention him by name on the video. He thought he'd be anonymous, just a grunting stranger in a darkened room, fucking Jack's ex-wife.
"I love your little tits, Erin," Anthony said, reaching up with both hands and mauling her tits.
"Oh, Anthony...yes...you're stretching me out so good..." she continued.
Anthony loved how Erin was escalating things and he wanted to push things even further.
"Am I better than Jack?" he asked, grunting as she slid her pussy down his dick.
Erin was taken off guard by the comment. But she loved it. She smiled into the camera.
"Mmm...oh that's good," she purred. Grinding her ass against his belly to fully take in Anthony's manhood.
"Say it, Erin, say I'm better than Jack," he said, reaching around grabbing her left tit.
"You're better than Jack...oooh...you fuck me better than Jack," Erin said. He played roughly with her breast.
"You like sitting on fat cocks like mine, Erin?" he said, practically interrogating her like he did so many perps over the years.
"Yes...yes..."
"Good. Keep riding. Just like a whore...Are you a whore, Ms. Reagan?"
"Yes...I'm a whore..."
"Say it again, let me hear it."
"I'm a whore, Anthony...I'm a whore and I love getting fucked..."
"I know you do..."
They grunted and fucked for the next minute, all the while Erin looked into her phone's camera. Anthony continued the dirty talk.
"You needed this fucking, didn't you?" Anthony asked.
"I needed it...I needed it so bad," she moaned.
"Keep bouncing...show Jack how you like getting fucked now. Show Jack how you fuck all the men in the office. How you get used," he commanded. He could feel the sweat and juices collecting on his upper thighs as she used his dick for her pleasure.
"Oh...yes..." she moaned.
"Say it, Erin, tell the camera," Anthony ordered.
"I'm a whore...I let everyone fuck me..."
"Tell the camera how wet you are, I can feel it..." he commanded.
"I'm so fucking wet..." she sighed, barely getting the words out between heavy breaths.
"Say it again, Erin, tell the camera how juicy you are," Anthony ordered.
"Oh, Anthony...I'm cumming...I'm cumming all over your fat cock," she moaned.
"You gonna take my cum, Erin? You gonna take it?" he asked, nearing climax.
"Oh...Anthony..." she had to give this some thought. She kept fucking him, squeezing her pussy muscles to try to milk his dick.
"Oooh, I like that, Erin. Use that pussy of yours like a good whore," he said. She kept going, up and down on his fat shaft.
"Feed it to me, Anthony. I want to taste it," she said. He stopped bouncing her on his dick and let her sit up. She grabbed her phone and kept filming herself as she got on her knees. She engulfed his cock, or as much as she could, and got sucking, all the while keeping her eyes on her phone. He grunted in pleasure and then put both hands on the back of her skull.
Anthony fucked her mouth hard, driving it into her mouth.
"You like tasting your own pussy, Erin?" he barked.
"Mmmhmm," she said, keeping her mouth on his fat cock.
"Here it comes, Erin...it's all yours..." he said as he shot his load into her wet mouth. She kept sucking as he dumped his seed, filling her mouth with warm jizz. She turned the camera towards her face and took a big gulp. She opened her mouth wide to show she had swallowed every drop and then stopped the recording.
"That...was...incredible, Erin," Anthony said, relaxing in the chair.
As he made his way towards the door, though, he couldn't stop himself from asking one last question.
"Any chance I could get a copy of that video?"
Erin looked at him with a smile and said, "Sure thing."
"It seems your plan worked, Erin," Anthony said a few days later, noticing the change in her demeanor and attitude towards her ex-husband.
"Thank goodness for that," Erin replied with a smile, looking up from her desk. "It only took one Blue Bloods episode for him to realize he messed with the wrong woman."
"Blue Bloods Ch. 04: Erin's Triumph" could've been a fitting title for the next episode, as Erin Reagan's justice was served with a little help from her dear friend, Anthony.
