Leader of the opposition, Sir Alex Bolton, is being blackmailed. After dancer Bella takes pictures of him with a spy camera, people in high places plan to make sure that nothing prevents Sir Alex from becoming Britain’s next prime minister.
While Bella is shacked up with her new lover Martin, her bank robber ex-boyfriend Joey shows up at their doorstep after getting an early release from prison. A stash of 3 million pounds is hidden somewhere, and the fellow bank robbers he ratted on are after him and the money.
After Chief Inspector Preston and Detective Sergeant Johnson are called to investigate, bodies start to pile up at an alarming rate, and they must navigate the investigation while under pressure to avoid a PR nightmare.
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Bella smiled and said, “Taste okay, did it, darling?”
“I’m sure you could find worse stuff on the wine shelf at Waitrose.”
Bella had been trying to persuade Sir Alex to drink her urine ever since they first slept together, ten days ago, and he’d finally agreed to play ball. The best part was, she’d secretly used the spy camera in her wristwatch to photograph him guzzling it all down.
Sir Alex said, “I have to be at the House in a couple of hours.”
She threw him a coquettish glance over her shoulder, and saw the greedy lust in the old goat’s eyes. Sir Alex was an extremely rich man with a wife of around his own age who probably loved him, but that wasn’t enough for the old bastard. She turned and smiled at him. “Can I do anything else for you?”
“A cup of tea would be nice, darling.”
Bella patted her bobbed black hair into place, and as she pouted into the mirror to check that her cherry lipstick was on right, she saw Sir Alex ogling her ass. She lifted her white cotton dress from the hook on the back of the door and slipped it on. The dress clung to her wet buttocks, their rounded contours shifting like miniature seismic plates, as she padded out to the kitchen.
