ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING - (DELETED SCENES)
S02E09. “Sparring Partners”.
By
NOOPSTER
INT. BOXING GYM - DAY
Mabel pushes open the heavy metal door, stepping into the gritty boxing gym. The air is thick with sweat and testosterone, the raw and confrontational atmosphere hitting her like a punch to the face. Sounds of leather gloves connecting with punching bags and grunts from the sparring men echo through the space.
Her curvy figure, clad in tight black pants and a skin-tight, sleeveless green top that struggles to contain her massive tits, immediately catches the attention of every male athlete in the room.
MABEL
(under her breath)
Time to get some answers.
As Mabel walks by, heads turn and horny comments fill the air.
BOXER 1
Damn, look at those melons.
BOXER 2
Hey, baby, wanna show me what you can do with that body?
Mabel ignores them, her determination steeling her against their lascivious remarks. She's been through worse, and she won't let these assholes distract her from her mission. Her eyes scan the room until they find the man she's looking for.
Her fists clench as she approaches Detective Kreps, who's pummeling the heavy bag with powerful punches. The gym reverberates with the thuds of his fists and the grunts of exertion from the surrounding athletes. Her anger simmers beneath her determined expression.
MABEL
(striding towards him)
Kreps. We need to talk.
He looks at her in surprise, wiping the sweat from his brow with a forearm, surprise flashing across his face before he quickly masks it with a smirk.
KREPS
(taunting)
Well, if it isn't Bloody Mabel. Where's the, uh, dusty grandpappies?
MABEL
(unimpressed)
And who are you supposed to be? Rocky Zero? Great White Dope? Raging Bullshitter?
A couple of boxers in the background laugh.
MABEL
I can keep going. I love boxing movies. And puns.
KREPS
(annoyed)
Why the fuck are you here?
MABEL
Just wanted to ask some questions.
KREPS
(throwing punches at the bag)
Well that ain’t how this works see ‘cus I’m the, uh, I’m the cop.
MABEL
(looking at the bandage on his left arm)
How’s your arm? The one I stabbed after you attacked me.
Kreps stops and looks at Mabel.
KREPS
Alright, Mabel. What kind of a stupid fucking name is Mabel? Dumbass name. You want to ask me questions?
Kreps grabs a pair of gloves and hands them to her.
KREPS
You can ask questions. Throw these on. You ever box?
MABEL
I take a boxing cardio boxing class every Tuesday and Thursday.
KREPS
You’re adorable. Hold the bag.
Kreps starts throwing punches while Mabel holds the bag.
KREPS
Eh? I know, right?
MABEL
(unimpressed)
Sorry, I was daydreaming. Have you thrown a punch yet? I just felt a slight breeze.
KREPS
You know what?
MABEL
(interrupts)
I saw glitter on your neck. How’d you know about the evidence drop-off at Morningside park?
KREPS
(shrugs)
I still don’t know what you’re talking about. But I’l tell you what, if you take that top off, it might jog my memory.
Mabel’s eyes narrow and she tightens her grip on the bag.
MABEL
You're an incorrigible pig, you know that, right?
KREPS
Worth a shot.
MABEL
I am not undressing for you, Kreps.
KREPS
Then my memory remains foggy.
He continues to throw punches against the bag, seemingly unfazed, but his eyes flicker back and forth between the bag and Mabel’s chest.
Mabel follows Kreps' gaze and frowns.
MABEL
Alright, fuck it. If I show you my tits, will tell me what I want to know?
Kreps halts mid-punch, a slow grin spreading across his face. The boxers who overheard their conversation exchange glances. Some raise their eyebrows, while others laugh in disbelief.
KREPS
(leaning against the bag)
Well, that's an offer I didn't expect you to take seriously.
Mabel rolls her eyes, crossing her arms under her chest.
MABEL
I’m full of surprises.
KREPS
(snickering)
Yeah, Mabel. I'll tell you whatever you want to know if you show them to me. Here and now.
MABEL
(grits teeth)
Fine. But everyone else has to leave first.
Kreps chuckles, resting his gloved hand on the back of his neck.
KREPS
(smiling wickedly)
Nope. No secrets here. This is a shared space and all. If you've got the balls to make such an offer, you can do it right here. Let's see how committed you are to finding the truth, sweetheart.
Mabel glares back at him, her arms still crossed under her chest. The clanging of weights, the grunts of strained muscles, all fade into a distant rumble as her focus narrows to Kreps’ taunting grin.
MABEL
Whatever.
Her hands move to her top's hemline. The gym suddenly goes silent except for the hum of overhead lights. Every eye seems riveted on Mabel as she stalls for a moment, her gaze meeting Kreps' defiantly.
She slowly lifts her top over her head, ignoring the crude whistles and catcalls from surrounding boxers. Her huge breasts spill free from her top, drawing gasps and wolf-whistles from the crowd.
KREPS
Well, fuck me sideways…
A low murmur ripples through the gym. Kreps is momentarily stunned. His gaze is fixated on her chest, his eyes wide as they drink in the sight of her breasts. Mabel stands tall, her coffee-colored skin glistening under the gym's fluorescent lights, her breasts heaving with each breath she takes. Their size and weight are inescapable, her nipples hardening under the scrutiny of the crowd.
MABEL
(smirking)
Okay, Kreps, my tits are out. You owe me some information now. Let’s talk about that matchbook with your fingerprint on it.
KREPS
Oh that’s gone. And it wasn’t my fingerprint.
MABEL
Bullshit.
Kreps shakes his head, chuckling.
KREPS
Prove it.
Mabel’s eyes flare dangerously as she takes a step towards Kreps, her bare breasts swaying with each step until they’re almost touching his chest.
MABEL
I did prove it, asshole. Let's not play games here. You have something to lose, just like me.
Kreps swallows visibly, his eyes never leaving her breasts. His expression darkens, the cocky grin slowly fading into a hardened scowl.
KREPS
(snarling)
What the fuck are you implying, Mabel?
Mabel’s smirk grows.
MABEL
Implying? I’m not implying anything, Kreps. I’m saying it outright. You’re involved... somehow.
Kreps' face contorts with fury, but before he can retort, she continues.
MABEL
You want more?
She doesn’t break eye contact as her fingers glide to the button of her pants. With a soft click, the button comes undone. There’s an audible gasp from the crowd as Mabel starts pulling them down to reveal a white cotton thong that does very little to hide her voluptuous hips and thighs.
Gym goers who'd been mid-set stop their routines abruptly. One guy drops his dumbbell with a thunderous clatter that reverberates through the quiet gym. But nobody seems to care about the interruption as all eyes are locked on Mabel and Kreps.
Ignoring the shocked gasps from the onlookers, she locks eyes with Kreps again and sees him visibly shake this time.
KREPS
(stammering)
A-alright...enough…
His gaze shifts uncomfortably between Mabel's defiant stare and her bare body.
MABEL
Oh, what’s the matter, Kreps? Did you think I wouldn't follow through?
She steps closer to him until there's barely an inch separating them. Her large breasts pressed against his chest, her stare unwavering.
MABEL
(in a hushed tone)
I want answers, Kreps. And I'm not afraid to fight dirty for them.
KREPS
(gruffly)
You proved your point.
MABEL
Did I? Or did you just realize I have bigger balls than you?
He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure in the face of Mabel's defiant display.
KREPS
Alright... spit ‘em out, quickly.
His eyes darting between her thighs and her face shows how uncomfortable he is with this intimidating woman and her unique interrogation technique. Mabel’s smirk morphs into a triumphant smile, her dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
MABEL
Tell me why your matchbook was found at the scene where Trina was killed?
Kreps' rosy complexion drains away, replaced by a stark pallor at the direct accusation. His gaze drops from Mabel's revealing attire to the floor covered in rubber mats speckled with sweat stains.
KREPS
I... I don't know what you're talking about.
MABEL
I think you're full of shit. You know what?
She points to the boxing ring.
Let's settle it in there. If I win, you tell me everything.
Kreps raises an eyebrow amusedly.
KREPS
And if I win?
Her gaze travels down his torso and all the way to his crotch before meeting his eyes again. Kreps’ eyes widen and he's momentarily taken aback by Mabel's audacity.
KREPS
(leaning into her ear)
That's a dangerous game, Mabel.
She pulls back, shooting him a confident smirk.
MABEL
I can handle it.
KREPS
(laughing)
You're fucking crazy, Mora!
Every eye in the gym turns to the boxing ring as they make their way towards it, their path parting the sea of onlookers. Mabel is aware of the stares following the sway of her breasts, but she holds her head high, determined not to back down. Kreps seems amused, striding beside her with a cocky swagger.
MABEL
(getting into the ring)
Come on, Kreps. I don’t have all day.
Kreps hesitates for a moment before climbing into the ring, his eyes glued onto Mabel's bare breasts, jiggling as she tightens her boxing gloves with purpose.
KREPS
What, you’re not gonna strip down some more for us first? Looks to me like that ass is too big for that little piece of fabric. I wouldn’t want you to feel.. encumbered.
Mabel just smirks in response and gets into a fighting stance, looking around the gym as she settles into a fighting stance. She notes with satisfaction how most of the gym-goers have gravitated towards them, their eager anticipation echoing through the hushed whispers and occasional bursts of laughter.
Kreps grunts, feigning disinterest as he settles into his own stance.
KREPS
Let's see what you got, Mabel. Other than those big tits, of course.
She steps into the center of the ring, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. There's a hush as she raises her gloved hands in a defensive stance. Kreps circles her like a hungry predator, his gaze predatory, roaming over her curves. He grins at the sight of her hardened nipples, a reaction to the chill of the gym or perhaps the adrenaline flowing through her veins.
KREPS
(smirking)
Do those things get in your way when you fight?
The remark sends snickers rippling through the onlookers, but Mabel stays resolute, her eyes never leaving Kreps. Her answer is swift and sure.
MABEL
(smirking)
Try not to get too distracted.
With that, she lunges at Kreps, throwing a punch that he blocks with a grin. They circle each other, Mabel's breasts swaying with each movement, capturing the attention of everyone in the gym. She doesn’t let it distract her. Instead, she uses it to her advantage. With lightning speed, she feints left and lands a cracking punch to his right side.
KREPS
(grunting)
Fuck!
He stumbles back, clutching his injured arm tightly. Mabel smirks and circles him, ready to strike again.
MABEL
Arm’s still sore, I see. Why did you kill Bunny Folger?
KREPS
I didn’t.
MABEL
You stabbed her with a knife and tried to frame me.
KREPS
Okay that’s enough. Alright? Enough.
MABEL
See, what I can’t figure out, is how you were able to pull off such an intricate plan. I mean framing innocent people, secret passageways. I mean, I was a bad student, but you’re just a stupid man. There’s no way that you could pull off a murder this sophisticated.
KREPS
I said that’s enough! What do you think is gonna happen here, Mabel? You think I’m gonna show you something I don’t wanna show you? You think I’m gonna say something I don’t wanna say? ‘Cause that’s not how this works. No matter how many stupid shit-headed insults you throw at me or how fucking fat and juicy those tits of yours might be.
Kreps pushes Mabel back with a strength that surprises her. She grunts as she stumbles back a few steps, but manages to keep on her feet.
KREPS
(serious)
I’m done playing these games with you, Mabel.
MABEL
(smiling)
Fine then, no more games…
Suddenly, Mabel throws off her gloves and pulls down her thong, revealing her shaved pussy. The gym goes silent as everyone's gaze is drawn to her. Even Kreps looks taken aback for a moment before his gaze hardens.
MABEL
(cont'd)
I'll let you fuck me right here… if everyone else leaves the gym.
KREPS
(blinking)
What?
MABEL
You heard me, Kreps. You want me so much? Here's your chance. Clear the gym.
Kreps stands there in stunned silence for a moment before finally bursting out in laughter.
KREPS
(while laughing)
You're joking, right? You don't really think I'm going to clear out my gym for you?
Mabel's face is serious as she stands in the middle of the ring, naked and bold.
MABEL
(mocking)
What's the matter, Kreps? Afraid you won't measure up?
KREPS
(laughing)
You're fucking kidding, right?
Mabel doesn't change her expression. She stands her ground, a challenging spark in her eyes that tells him she is anything but joking.
KREPS
(defensive)
This is entrapment, Mabel. Trying to get me in trouble for sexual assault or some shit?
MABEL
(sly smile)
Oh, no, Kreps. This is consensual. You can have me... but you'll give me what I want too.
KREPS
(skeptical)
And why should I believe you?
Mabel's smirk widens, the edges of her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she gazes at his bulging erection straining against his workout shorts.
MABEL
(slowly)
Because I want answers from you just as much as you want to fuck me.
KREPS
(disbelieving)
You're out of your fucking mind.
MABEL
(challenging)
Last chance, Kreps. What’s it gonna be?
KREPS
(gritting his teeth)
Alright...everyone out! Right now!
There's a moment of stunned silence before the gym bursts into action. Men scramble to gather their things, throwing curious glances at Mabel as they file out one by one. Soon enough, it's only Kreps and Mabel left in the center of the ring.
KREPS
Alright, princess. You got what you wanted. Now it’s just me and you, and your tits.
MABEL
(smirking)
Don’t forget the rest of me, Kreps. I know how much you like my ass.
Kreps takes a step closer to her, his eyes burning with a lust and anger.
KREPS
(growling)
You're playing with fire, Mabel…
He reaches out and grabs Mabel's ass, pulling her flush against him. She doesn't struggle or pull away, but instead arches an eyebrow at him in a clear challenge.
MABEL
(taunting)
Is that all you got, Kreps?
Kreps just smirks at her words as he tightens his grip on her behind.
KREPS
This is only the beginning, princess.
Suddenly, he pushes her against the ropes of the boxing ring. She gasps at the sudden movement but doesn't fight against him. Instead, she meets his gaze head on and grins widely. His touch is coarse, possessive, but Mabel doesn't flinch or pull away. Instead, she arches up into him, pressing her breasts against his chest, eliciting a deep growl from his throat.
MABEL
(whispering)
Bring it on…
Kreps' response is immediate. His hands cup her face, fingers splaying along her cheeks as he pulls her into a rough kiss. His lips are harsh against hers, teeth clashing with an intensity that verges on violence. Mabel returns his fervor with equal gusto, biting at his lower lip until she tastes blood.
MABEL
(teasing)
Is that the best you can do? I've fucked meaner guys than you and had them begging…
Her taunt is abruptly cut off when Kreps spins her around, pinning her against the ropes once more, but this time from behind. Her heart pounds in her chest as he presses his body against hers, trapping her in place. His lips graze the nape of her neck sending shivers down her spine.
KREPS
(murmuring in her ear)
You're all talk Mabel… just two big tits and a big mouth.
A soft laugh escapes Mabel’s lips as she cranes her neck to meet his gaze over her shoulder. She can feel his hardness against her ass. Impatient, she reaches behind herself and strokes him through his shorts as she grins at him. The tall detective lets out a surprised curse under his breath, and his hand wraps around one of her breasts in a firm grip. He hears her suck in a breath as he tugs on her nipple.
KREPS
(Grunting)
How's that, princess?
MABEL
(Grinning)
Not bad… but you could do better.
Kreps' hand tightens around her breast, pulling a low moan from Mabel's parted lips. The sound makes his cock twitch in his shorts and he grits his teeth in frustration.
KREPS
You have no idea, princess… you have no fucking idea what I’m going to do to you.
MABEL
(Challenging)
Show me then…
His hand slips down from her breast, grazing her flat stomach before dipping between her thighs. Mabel gasps as his fingers find their way to her clit, rubbing it with a harsh pressure that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. He continues his movements, smirking at the way she shudders and squirms against him.
KREPS
(grunts in surprise)
You're wet...
MABEL
(smugly)
Told you I’d be worth your time.
Kreps's response is immediate - he slips his fingers past her labia and into her tight heat. Mabel gasps as he plunges two fingers deep inside of her. Her breathy gasps fill the gym, her body arching as Kreps moves his thumb in an unyielding rhythm against her clit. The sensation makes her cunt throb around his fingers, a desperate wanting pooling within her.
MABEL
(whispers)
More...
Kreps grins at her request, adding a third finger and curling them inside of her. His hand moves faster, his palm pressing against her slick folds with each thrust. Pleasure ripples through Mabel’s body as the hard-edged detective brings her to the brink.
KREPS
(murmurs)
That’s it, princess… give it up for me…
With a loud cry, Mabel comes apart under him. Her body convulses; soft cries and whimpers escaping from her lips as she gushes around his fingers. Panting heavily, she leans against the ropes for support as aftershocks of pleasure jolt through her body.
MABEL
(exhales)
Fuck… hold on a–
But before she can finish the sentence, Kreps spins her around to face him. His eyes are dark with lust as he lifts his hand from between her thighs, bringing it up to her lips.
KREPS
Shut the fuck up and taste this.
Mabel's gaze flicks from Kreps’ eyes to the three fingers glistening with her own orgasm. She sticks out her tongue, a playful glint in her eyes as she meets Kreps' lustful gaze.
KREPS
You know, maybe I was wrong about you.
Lifting an eyebrow, Mabel takes his fingers in her grip, pulling them closer to her mouth before she slides her tongue along the length of his fingers, starting from the base and moving upwards. Kreps’ breath hitches in his throat as she swirls her tongue around one finger before taking it into the warm confines of her mouth.
KREPS
(Grunting)
You're a good fucking slut...
MABEL
(teasing)
And you're only realizing this now?
Kreps' other hand instinctively clenches, his muscles tightening at the erotic sight before him. The innocent act of Mabel licking her release off his fingers suddenly feels far more intimate than he expected.
KREPS
(mutters)
Fuck... Mabel...
She continues unabated, moving on to another finger - lips tight around it, sucking softly. Her dark eyes stay locked onto his as she slowly pulls back with a pop before giving herself to the final digit, tasting her own orgasm mixed with the salty sweat from his palm.
KREPS
(Murmuring in her ear)
You’re not a princess, you’re a just a brat and a whore, aren’t you? I can't wait to get my cock inside you.
MABEL
Then what are you waiting for…
Her challenge is met with a gruff laugh before he pulls away from her, leaving her panting against the ropes. Kreps quickly shucks off his shorts, freeing his rock-hard erection in the process. His cock juts out proudly, pre-cum glistening at the head. He takes a moment to admire his own size, a smirk playing on his lips.
KREPS
(Laughs)
You see this, Mabel? Eight solid inches of pure, unadulterated manhood.
Mabel's eyes roam down to take in the sight of him, an arrogant grin illuminating her face as she meets his gaze again.
MABEL
(Smiling)
Eight? Please, I've had way bigger than that, detective.
Her words ignite something in Kreps - a primal urge to prove her wrong. He steps forward, pressing himself against her body so she can feel the length and girth of him against her stomach.
KREPS
(Grunts)
Yeah? Well, it’s not just about the size. It’s about how you use it...
MABEL
(Purrs)
Then show me what you've got...
Before she can blink, Kreps aggressively presses her back into the ropes, lifting one of Mabel's legs over his hip and aligning himself at her entrance, rubbing his swollen head up and down her wet slit.
MABEL
(Stops him)
Wait... first, you need to tell me who's framing me.
The room falls silent as his movements halt, his cock glistening with her arousal still pressed against her.
KREPS
(Growls)
You're not in a position to make demands, Mabel.
MABEL
(Smirks)
Oh, but I am. You want to fuck me? Tell me who's framing me.
KREPS
(Snarls)
What the fuck?
MABEL
(Holds up a finger)
No pussy for you until you spill the beans.
Kreps blinks in confusion, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach as he digests her words.
MABEL
(Crosses arms over bare breasts)
The information, Kreps. Who's framing me for Bunny's murder?
Kreps laughs incredulously, his strong hands resting on his hips as he takes in the sight of Mabel: completely naked, with a stubborn look in her eyes.
KREPS
(Shakes head)
You're not serious...
MABEL
As a heart attack.
He looks away from her, dropping Mabel's leg and letting his erect cock bob in the air between them. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, a visible sign of his internal battle.
KREPS
(After a pause)
I don't know...
MABEL
Bullshit. You're the detective here.
Kreps gazes at her, his blue eyes glacial. A muscle clenches in his jaw.
KREPS
(Yells)
Damn it, Mabel. I don't fucking know who's framing you! All I know is the evidence against you is bullshit, alright?
The tension in the air is palpable as Mabel studies Kreps with narrowed eyes, gauging the sincerity of his words. The detective's jaw clenches, his frustration evident in the way his body tenses and his hands ball into fists.
MABEL
(Relatively calm)
So, you have no evidence?
Kreps sighs, raking a hand through his short red hair. His blue eyes meet hers, burning with a mix of frustration and lingering lust.
KREPS
(Returns her gaze)
That’s right. We don't have any solid evidence to convict you… I only kept pursuing it because you talked so much shit during the interrogation, I felt like you needed to be taught a lesson.
Mabel smirks triumphantly at this revelation, her dark eyes sparkling with vindication. Her body remains loose and inviting as she rests her hands on her hips, thrusting her big tits out proudly.
MABEL
(Smirking)
What kind of lesson?
KREPS
(Grins)
The kind that involves you on your knees, begging for mercy.
Mabel's smirk doesn't waver for a second. She steps closer, completely unfazed by his threat or by the predatory gleam in his eyes.
MABEL
(Slyly)
Oh, really? Because it seems like you're the one begging for something right now.
She flicks a glance down at his throbbing member, raising an eyebrow as she meets his gaze again. Kreps growls under his breath, his hands clenching at his sides.
KREPS
(Growls)
You're playing with fire here, Mabel.
MABEL
(Chuckles)
And you're playing with your cock. Seems like we're both getting what we want.
With that, she steps back and bends over the side of the boxing ring, her ass pointed invitingly at Kreps. Her dark ponytail cascades down her back as she looks over her shoulder, sending him a challenge through her smoky eyes.
MABEL
(Smiling)
Your move, detective.
He slams into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt and drawing a guttural scream from Mabel’s lips as he thrusts into her fiercely, deep within her depths. Mabel gasps, white-hot pleasure shooting through her body at the sudden invasion. His thick shaft stretches her tight walls, his cock filling her to the hilt with each powerful push.
KREPS
(grunts)
Just like you fucking wanted, Mabel...
His rhythm is relentless, and her grip on the ropes tightens as she matches his thrusts, her lower body grinding against him in needy desperation, sweat beading on their bodies, glistening under the gym's harsh neon lights.
KREPS
(Murmurs)
Fuck…you’re so tight…
She cries out at the fullness of him, her eyes squeezed shut as he fills her completely. Kreps curses under his breath, pressing his forehead to her neck as he fights for control.
As Kreps continues to drive his dick into her, Mabel uses the moment to press further about the case. Her voice comes out in moans, half-drowned by the sounds of their bodies slapping together.
MABEL
(Whimpers)
And what about... ah! Bunny's… real murderer?
KREPS
(Grunts)
We don’t know... fuck!
MABEL
(In between moans)
Wha... what?
Kreps groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he struggles to keep up his end of the conversation while lost in the deliciousness of Mabel’s tightness.
KREPS
(Groans)
No... no motive...
Suddenly she whirls around and pushes him off of her. He barely has time to blink before she’s knocked him onto his back on the gym floor. Kreps grunts as he lands hard, his breath escaping in a rush. He looks up at Mabel in mild surprise as she straddles him. His cock throbs painfully against her thigh; he's ready to plunge within again... but she steps back.
MABEL
(Sternly)
You still haven’t answered all my questions.
KREPS
And you still haven't learned your place.
With a swift but forceful motion, Kreps brings her head down to his throbbing member, glistening with remnants of Mabel’s pussy. He wraps her pony tail around his fist, forcing her to look up at him. Their eyes meet for a moment before he steers her mouth down onto his cock.
KREPS
(Snarls)
I'm in charge here, Mabel...
Mabel chokes as his length fills her mouth. She gags slightly but recovers quickly, accepting him fully. Her dark eyes flash defiantly up at him as she begins to move, drawing a low groan from Kreps' lips.
KREPS
(Groans)
That's it...take it all, princess.
His cock throbs in her mouth as she takes him deeper with each bob of her head. Her lips wrap tightly around his shaft, hollowing cheeks as she works him over with pure determination.
MABEL
(Muffled)
Ab... abt Bunny...
KREPS
(Grunts)
We're… looking into it…
He guides her head faster, his hand gripping her hair tight. His eyes are riveted to the sight of Mabel’s mouth on him. The intensity of it all makes it hard to think straight.
KREPS
(Gasps)
Fuck, Mabel…
His words are cut off by a harsh groan as he looks down to see Mabel watching him. Her eyes are glassy with tears but defiant, never breaking contact as she takes him deeper.
Suddenly, with a savage growl, Kreps yanks her backwards by the hair. Mabel gasps, surprised as she's pulled off his cock. He sits up, spinning her around and pushing her onto her hands and knees.
KREPS
All fours, bitch…
Mabel complies, her hands planted firmly on the cold mat as she assumes position on all fours, finding herself in a submissive position she seldom assumes. Her large, full breasts swing freely underneath her as she settles into the new position. Her full, round ass is raised high in the air, a perfect target for Kreps's attention. He grunts appreciatively at her submission before leaning forward to place a heavy hand on her curvaceous ass.
KREPS
(Smacks her ass)
Fucking perfect…
His hand comes down hard against her exposed flesh and she cries out, a mixture of pain and pleasure reflecting in her voice. The slap echoes in the empty gym, leaving a rosy red print on her skin that quickly fades into a dull pink.
MABEL
(Cries out)
Tell me... about... Bunny's murderer!
He lines himself up behind her, gripping her hips tightly. Without a warning he plunges back into her from behind, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he fills her once more.
KREPS
(Another smack)
We! Don’t! Fucking! Know!
He manages to grit out in between thrusts, each word punctuated by a grunt as he slams deeper into Mable.
MABEL
(gasping)
What about... Bunny's phone records?
She gasps out the words as another smack lands on her ass. Her cheek stings from the impact, but there's a thrill running down her spine that makes it bearable.
Kreps chuckles darkly behind her before thrusting back into her soaked pussy, causing Mabel to cry out. His hands grip her hips tightly as he begins to fuck her with relentless force.
KREPS
(Growls)
We had a lead... but... ah...
His words vanish into heavy pants as he struggles to keep from cumming. Mabel’s hands claw at the floor as pleasure rips through her again.
MABEL
(Crying out)
Wha… What kind of lead?
KREPS
(Panting heavily)
Suspect… ah fuck… wealthy guy…
MABEL
(Moaning)
Name?
Mabel can feel him pulse inside of her, and she knows he's close to the edge. She bucks back against him, needing more. Needing answers.
MABEL
(Gasps)
And... and the name? Name?
KREPS
(Grunts)
Can't... say… Ah... shit… it’s… it's under investigation...
MABEL
(Strained)
Tell me… and… I’ll let you cum… inside of me.
KREPS
(breathless)
I was gonna do that anyway.
MABEL
(panting)
Then I'll… let you watch me… clean up.
KREPS
(Wincing)
Clean up how?
Mabel’s chuckle dies on her lips as she pushes back against Kreps, driving him deeper inside her. She writhes beneath him, provoking a guttural grunt from the detective.
MABEL
(Husky)
I'll scoop your cum out of me and eat it right in front of you.
Kreps' breath hitches, and his thrusts falter for just a moment. A moment that Mabel seizes, shifting her hips to take him even deeper. The detective groans, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
KREPS
(Grunts)
Fuck... you filthy little bitch…
Mabel is relentless. She matches his rhythm now, pushing back against him as she taunts him further.
MABEL
(Whispering)
Would you like that, Kreps? Wanna see me tasting your cream pie while you snap pics for your personal collection?
Kreps doesn't respond, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he struggles to keep his rhythm. His grip tightens on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh.
MABEL
(Laughs)
That's right, detective... What about a video? Want to see it play in slow motion, dripping from me?
Kreps growls, his response reduced to a series of animalistic grunts. His thrusts become harder and deeper, until the only sound in the room is their bodies slamming together and their labored breathing.
KREPS
(Barely audible)
Jesus… You're driving me crazy…
MABEL
(whimpering)
Tell me…
Kreps’ thrusts falter as his grip tightens on her hips. His veins bulge on his forehead, the edges of his vision blurring as Mabel’s words echo in his mind.
KREPS
(Gritting teeth)
You're fucking twisted…
MABEL
(Smiling)
And you’re… so close…
His thrusts stutter, his cock twitching inside her as he struggles to regain control. He grits his teeth, trying to ignore the painful ache building in his balls.
KREPS
(Gritting teeth)
Fuck... you're...
Kreps' voice trails off as he forces himself deeper into Mabel's tight heat, his eyes locked on her round ass cheeks as they wobble with each thrust until he can’t take it anymore. His breath hitches as if he’s been punched in the gut and he pushes himself to the hilt inside Mabel, his body shuddering violently as he finally succumbs to her taunts. His cock twitches and pulses, his cum shooting out of him in hot, thick spurts.
KREPS
(Groaning)
Goddamn… you…
His eyes shut tight as a groan tears from him, his body shaking violently with the force of his release. His grip on her hips is like iron, holding her steady as he empties himself inside her.
MABEL
(Snarling)
You… fucking… pig…
Even as she insults him, Mabel’s pussy clenches tightly around his still twitching cock, milking him for every last drop. She throws her head back, her dark hair flying around her face as she lets out a lurid moan.
MABEL
(Moaning)
Fuuuuck…
Kreps can only gasp for breath. He's vaguely aware of Mabel’s body writhing beneath him as she rides out her own orgasm.
For a moment, they are both still; the only sound their ragged breathing and the low buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead. As his strength wanes and his body goes slack, his cum begins to flow out of Mabel’s, dripping onto the mat below.
Then Mabel moves; she gently pulls herself free from Kreps and turns to face him, pushing herself up onto shaky arms.
His eyes are wide as he takes in the sight of her – flushed and sweat-slicked, her body still shaking from their shared climax. His cum is glistening on her thighs, white against her brown skin.
MABEL
(Smiling)
Now, are you gonna give me that name or not?
She reaches down between her thighs, scooping up some of Kreps' cum that's trickling out of her. She brings her coated fingers up to her lips, stopping just before she can actually taste it.
KREPS
(Panting)
I’m not giving you shit… You fucking whore…
Mabel shrugs, apparently unfazed by his refusal. There's an air of serenity about her now; she seems to have gotten what she wanted from him.
MABEL
(Chuckles)
Had your fill, huh? Figures. Men... good for jack-shit after they blow their load.
KREPS
Fuck you, okay? You came just as hard as I did...
Mabel rolls her eyes, trying to hide the flush creeping up her neck, but there's a gleam in her eye that betrays her.
MABEL
(Scoffing)
You wish.
KREPS
Just make sure you take your fuckin' pill.
Mabel arches an eyebrow at his 'concern', a soft giggle escaping her lips.
MABEL
(Snickers)
Oh, Kreps... You really think I'd let you knock me up?
Kreps doesn't answer, red-faced and panting, as he watches Mabel slide her cum-coated fingers across her chest, smearing the white substance across her swollen breasts. Mabel moans at the sensation, tilting her head back with a wicked grin on her face.
MABEL
(Chuckles)
Maybe I should...
Her laughter echoes off the gym's empty walls as she runs her hand down her body, fingers heading south until they reach their destination. Kreps' eyes follow involuntarily, watching in stunned silence as Mabel's digits dip into her center, collecting more of his release on her fingertips before pushing it back inside her. Her body shudders at the sensation, a low moan escaping her lips.
MABEL
(Smirks)
Imagine that... Kreps. Your very own little bundle of joy running around The Arconia.
Kreps doesn't respond, his breath hitching as he watches Mabel pleasure herself with his seed. His spent cock twitches at the sight, a silent testament to Mabel's allure.
Mabel eyes him, her dark gaze challenging as her fingers continue their intimate dance. The smug smile on her face never wavers.
MABEL
(Snickers)
And just think about the child support, detective.
Kreps clenches his jaw, refusing to rise to Mabel's bait.
KREPS
You're not getting that fucking name.
Mabel shrugs then, pulling her hand away from between her thighs. She looks at her cum-coated fingers for a moment before bringing them up to her mouth. Kreps can only watch as Mabel's tongue darts out to lick her fingers clean, tasting their combined release with an expression of pure satisfaction on her face.
MABEL
(Laughs softly)
You'd probably make a terrible father anyway...
She slowly rises to her feet and stands before him. Mabel smirks at him as she wipes her hand on his bare chest, leaving a clear streak across his glistening skin.
KREPS
(Muttering)
Crazy fucking bitch...
He watches as she gathers her clothes from the corner of the ring, sliding back into her tight pants and green top with deliberate, tantalizing care. Each movement is languid, calculated to draw his gaze; her ass wiggling enticingly as she bends over, her breasts jiggling gently as she adjusts her top. Kreps tries to look away but fails miserably, his eyes fixated on the spectacle before him.
She then picks up her small, white thong and holds it out, dangling the lacy garment between her fingers with a mischievous grin on her face. Kreps snorts dismissively, his eyes glued to the tiny piece of fabric in Mabel's hand, before they travel back up to meet her gaze.
MABEL
Would you like a souvenir?
Kreps grunts, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. Mabel chuckles, twirling the thong around her finger enticingly.
KREPS
(Growling)
Just get the fuck out.
MABEL
(Raises an eyebrow)
Such a gentleman... Always so considerate…
KREPS
What the fuck are you so happy about anyway? I just fucked your brains out and you didn’t get your precious little name.
MABEL
(Smirks)
Oh, Kreps, you simple man...
She tosses her thong like a pro, the tiny cloth soaring through the air and landing perfectly on Kreps's shocked face. Mabel laughs at his surprised expression, sauntering over to him with a victorious swagger.
MABEL
I just needed to know you didn't have any evidence against me. Everything else was just a bonus.
She steps into her boots, and zips them up slowly, exaggerating each movement under Kreps' watchful gaze as he curses under his breath, realizing he's played right into her hands. Mabel's triumphant smile widens; she’s won the round.
KREPS
Then take that shin-eating grin off your face and get the fuck out of my gym
MABEL
(smiling)
Thanks for the info, detective.
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