Jill picked up her phone, dialing a number. "Alright, hold on, I'll call him. We've been divorced for years, but we still talk," she said to David. The call connected quickly. "John, you free? There's an officer at my place who wants to chat."
"I can be there in fifteen minutes," John's tired voice replied.
Jill hung up. "He'll be here in fifteen," she told David, smiling. "How's the coffee?"
"Delicious, thanks for the hospitality," David said, grinning. "You're stunning, Jill. Wanna grab dinner sometime? Unless you're too busy."
Jill laughed, eyeing him skeptically. "Are you serious, or just joking?" She liked David, but the age gap made her question his motives.
"Dead serious," David said, spreading his arms. "A beautiful woman like you? I'd love to show you I'm for real. Can I get a friendly hug?" His grin turned playful, mischief in his eyes.
Jill stepped forward, and they hugged. David pulled her close, his hard cock pressing against her stomach through their clothes. The heat and size caught her off guard. * He's huge, * she thought, her experience as a woman taking over.
"Feel that?" David whispered, smirking. "That's how much you turn me on."
He thrust slightly, letting her feel his cock's weight, teasing her senses. Jill bit back a moan, her body responding. "I feel it," she murmured. "Youth is something else."
"You're not old," David said, still holding her. "You're gorgeous. I love women a bit older than me. Confession time: I've got a problem. Sex addiction. I need to cum every day. Usually, I handle it myself, but seeing you, I'm losing control. Sorry if that's too much."
He let go, sitting back on the sofa, pretending to feel guilty. * Let her take the bait, * he thought, playing coy.
Jill's curiosity grew. As a doctor running her own clinic, she knew about sex addiction. She'd read cases, like the eighty-year-old British woman who needed sex daily to feel normal, not unlike a drug habit but with fucking instead. "Can your body handle that?" she asked, sitting on the armrest, running her fingers through his hair. "No need to worry. I'm a doctor. Talk to me, it'll help. I can give you advice."
David nodded. "I manage. I work out daily, stay fit. But the urge is strong, especially around someone as sexy as you. I might have to jerk off in your bathroom just to calm down. Your body's driving my cock wild."
Jill's hand slid to his crotch, her manicured fingers tracing his hard cock through his pants. It felt massive, and she enjoyed the sensation. "It's big," she said calmly. "Nothing wrong with it. If your body can take it, let it out. Don't hold back. How long have you had this?"
"Since I was fifteen," David said, his hand boldly cupping her breast. "Had to jerk off daily. Jill, can you help me? Your breasts are so soft, your body's perfect."
She smiled, unfazed by his touch. "After you finish your business here, we'll talk, young man. You're making my pussy wet."
The doorbell rang. John, her ex-husband, had arrived. A gaunt, white-haired man in plain clothes stepped in, the infamous Jigsaw.
"John, the officer's inside," Jill said warmly. Despite their divorce, they shared a familial bond. She knew his work distanced him to protect her, and she held no grudge.
Jigsaw's gaze was calm, exuding quiet confidence. He sat in the living room. "What do you want, officer?" he asked David.
David pulled out a small vial, a cheap item from the Story System costing 200 points, meant to cure cancer. "Nice to meet you, Jigsaw. A gift: a special formula to cure your cancer."
Jigsaw's eyes widened briefly before settling. "How'd you know?"
"Hunter's instinct," David said. "The precinct hired me to investigate, but I'm not here to play their game. The justice system's corrupt. I don't care about working for those pigs. Keep doing what you do."
He lit a cigarette, then quickly put it out. "Sorry, forgot no smoking."
Jigsaw studied the blue liquid in the vial. A pharmacology scholar himself, he knew cancer was nearly untreatable. "You understand cancer? The meaning of life?"
A test. Jigsaw was probing David's values. If David respected life, he'd be spared. If he was scum or indifferent, he'd face a deadly game.
David lit another cigarette. "Cancer's a dead end for now, but not impossible to beat. Some survive it miraculously because they refuse to die. The medical industry's a scam, though. Big money controls it. If a cure existed, they'd bury it. A cancer patient's a cash cow. Human lives? They don't give a shit, it's all profit."
Jill brought red wine, pouring three glasses. David sipped, continuing his spiel. "I'm not a saint or a sinner. I just want to live happily. If I can help someone, I will. If not, I'll look out for myself. No need to force what I don't want. Life's good, right? Except for my condition."
Jigsaw nodded slightly. "What condition? You claim to cure cancer, what stumps you?"
David laughed, blowing a smoke ring. "Only one disease is incurable. Jill, can you grab another bottle?"
Jill smiled, intrigued by David's boldness. * He's got layers, * she thought.
Jigsaw smirked. "You beat poverty?"
"Poverty's not my issue," David said. "Work hard, chase what you want. Don't aim too high, you'll burn out. Don't aim too low, you'll take it for granted. Life's about feeling fulfilled, not stacking cash."
"So, what's your disease?" Jigsaw pressed, eyeing the vial. A cancer cure would change everything for him.
"Sex addiction," David said with a shrug. "I jerk off daily. Whores risk STDs, and I'm too busy for a girlfriend. My hand's my only option. If I don't cum, I'm miserable."
Jigsaw blinked, speechless. * That's a disease? * he thought.
Jill returned, chuckling. "He's right, sex addiction's real."
"Alright, David, what's your real reason for coming?" Jigsaw asked, arms crossed, ready to negotiate.
"Just a heads-up," David said, sipping wine. "Your games are on the radar. If I can't handle this case, the FBI's next. I don't care if I solve it or not, no reward, no loss. But I'd love to see your work sometime. Sounds thrilling."
Jigsaw's eyes narrowed. "You enjoy watching people suffer?"
"Not suffering," David corrected, swirling his wine. "I like seeing scum who dodge the law get what's coming. Justice, just not the courtroom kind."
"You want in on my team?" Jigsaw asked bluntly. David's knowledge of his operations implied he knew about the crew.
"Nah, saving the world's too heavy," David said. "I just want to live well and find a woman who can keep up with my sex drive. Maybe check out some other Players' messes for fun."
Jigsaw's expression twitched. "Fine. Help me throw the cops off. Keep my games uninterrupted."
"Tricky, but I can try," David said, already planning to plant false leads. "No promises."
"Deal," Jigsaw said, holding the vial. "How do I use this?"
"Inject it into a vein," David replied. "Jill's a doctor, she can help. She's quite the woman, by the way." His grin was suggestive, bold in front of Jigsaw.
Jigsaw's face stayed neutral. "You like Jill?"
"Who wouldn't?" David said. "She's a knockout."
"You can't protect her," Jigsaw said, shaking his head.
"Protection's about teaching someone to fend for themselves," David countered.
Jigsaw grunted, intrigued. He injected the vial, trusting David only because his terminal cancer left him nothing to lose. "Eat more," David added. "Nutrition fuels the cure. The hungrier you are, the better it works."
Jigsaw's stomach growled instantly, a sign the drug was kicking in. "I'll contact you soon," he said, leaving swiftly, his usual frail shuffle replaced by urgency.
Jill frowned. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine," David said, his cock still hard. "But I'm not. Jill, help me out." He pulled her into a hungry embrace, aroused by her mature allure. * She's perfect to fuck, * he thought, craving her.
Jill sighed, half-amused. Fucking a guy she just met was wild, but his big cock and bold touches had her pussy wet. "To the bedroom," she said.
David scooped her up, carrying her to the room and shutting the door. He tossed her onto the bed, stripping to reveal his muscular frame. "Sorry, Jill, I can't hold back."
"Slow down!" she gasped, but her body betrayed her excitement as he peeled off her clothes. Her pussy, already wet, dripped as she eyed his chiseled body. * He's built, * she thought, her heart racing.
Jill, in her prime and sexually open, had high standards. One was passing Jigsaw's test, which David had. She knew Jigsaw's games and his reasons, and he knew she understood. Their marriage had faded, Jigsaw's cancer killed his sex drive, and after Jill's miscarriage from a robbery, he'd lost hope, leaving only platonic care between them. Jigsaw's earlier probing of David was his way of vetting him. Since David passed, Jigsaw didn't care if Jill fucked him.