Time to look as tough as I felt when I was carrying my weapon. “I wanna have money. Sometimes you’ve gotta take risks to get it.”
“Ah-ha!” Sonny cried. “Look what we have here! A little entrepreneur.”
“I spent a few months stripping,” I said, just for fun. Might as well look like I’d been around the block. “The money isn’t as good here, but I don’t get pawed as much.”
He started at my feet and let his eyes roam up my body. I immediately regretted my lie about stripping. There was no way I looked sexy enough to make a living with my body. “You get pawed here?”
Relieved, I muttered, “Not much. Some guys pat my ass or put tips down my blouse.”
Sonny shot a glare at Chris. “I’d better never find you doing anything like that. I’ll cut your nuts off.”
Deciding I needed all of the friends I could get, I interrupted. “Chris has always been a perfect gentleman.”
Sonny kept his eyes on Chris, and it was clear he knew I was lying, but he let it pass. “Well, Brittany,” he said, turning to me, looking friendly and cheerful, “how would you like to make a quick thou?”
“A thousand dollars?” I gasped, not because of the money—I wouldn’t get to keep it anyway. But I knew he wouldn’t offer me a thousand dollars for flaming a plate of saganaki.
“Yep. And I bet it won’t take you more than fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops.”
I hoped my blouse wasn’t so tight that he could see my heart beating. “What do I have to do?”
“All you have to do,” he said, speaking softly so I had to lean in to hear, “is to take my lady friend here into the back room and make her come. Any way you want.”
I stood up so fast I got a little dizzy. “Make her come?”
“Yeah. Give her a little head. Finger-fuck her. Whatever you want. You ever muff-dived?”
I shook my head until I saw stars. Damn, hadn’t I learned anything at the academy? Cool down! “Never,” I said, hoping that I wasn’t as red as a beet.
“Well,” Sonny said, “you don’t have to do it. But if you don’t, you don’t need to come back. If I’m gonna have a good-looking young girl around here, she’s gotta be willing to do me some favors.”
I couldn’t help it. I gave Sonya a sideways look. She wasn’t good-looking, young, or competent. “She’s the wife of a former associate,” Sonny said. “Her husband screwed up, but that wasn’t her fault. I’m not gonna throw money at her, but I don’t want her or her kids to starve.”
Maybe Sonya wasn’t such a bad egg. I probably wouldn’t be in a good mood very often if I had to wait tables for slime just because I’d married the wrong guy.
“Why?” Sergeant Randolph said. She had to be ready to wet her pants, but she sounded as cool as a tall glass of lemonade. “I’ve told you I’m a dyke. Why waste money trying to make me prove it?”
Well! They’d been having an interesting talk while I was filling salt shakers. I’d missed all the fun!
“The drugs are making you stupid,” he said, smirking. “This isn’t to prove that you’re a dyke. Who would lie about that? This is insurance in case you’re a cop. I know you’re not gonna want everybody in the department to know you’re a bulldagger. And if you don’t care about that, you’re not gonna want the tape put on the Internet.”
Dang! She was high! I tried to think, quickly realizing that I had to step in … even though I might be destroying my marriage and my career. She couldn’t be thinking straight, so I had to think for her. It’s part of the deal. Police work sucks. I cleared my throat. “I’ll do it. Cash, right?” I asked, just to show I was only doing it for the money.
He patted his jacket, and I could see the bulge that was probably a combination of a weapon and a wad of dough. “Yep. It’s right here.”
I looked at the sergeant, trying to give the impression that I did this kind of thing all the time. “Let’s go.”
She stood, and I was very glad I’d agreed. She didn’t look dizzy, but she certainly didn’t look like she was all there. Her eyes were barely focusing and she was far too happy, given the circumstances.
I led the way, and when I opened the door I saw her look around. That was a relief. At least she was acting like a cop. She stood so that the cameras were at her back and mouthed, “I’m sorry.”
I was facing the camera, so I couldn’t acknowledge her apology. But even if I could have, I wouldn’t have. If she hadn’t taken drugs, I might not have had to do this. Even though I assumed they’d made her do whatever she’d done, I was still ticked off.
I decided to get down to business, partially to get it over with and partially because I knew we were being watched … carefully. “How do you wanna do this?”
“Uhm …” She smiled like a sixteen-year-old boy who was getting lucky for the first time. “Sonny said something about … uhm … going down on me …”
“Fine.” I’d been hoping the idiot would ask me to use my hand on her. I had experience with that. Even more annoyed, I asked, “Where do you wanna be, fuck-head? You wanna stand up, sit down, lie down? How … do … you … come?” I swear that I usually don’t speak like this, but I had to keep up my ex-stripper attitude.
“Oh! Right!”
She took so long looking around the room that I snapped at her, “Make up your fucking mind!”
“I’m trying,” she said, looking confused and very indecisive.
I wasn’t sure what she was on, so I decided to ask. “Are you high?”
“Very. Crystal.”
“That’ll help.” I knew she’d be easy to do on meth. I always paid close attention in the drug seminars. “Are you turned on?”
“Not really,” she said, but she looked like she was lying. Maybe I was better looking than I thought.
“Let’s take care of that first. I’d like to spend as little time as possible between your legs.”
She giggled. “That’s not the best seduction line I’ve ever heard.”
She sure was calm. Either she loved the danger, or the drugs really helped. That made me mad that I didn’t get any drugs! I took off her lovely jacket and hung it on a chair. Very nice material. Facing her, I ran my hands down her back. They told us she was going in naked, but I didn’t want to find out the hard way that she’d changed her mind. I started to unbutton her shirt. I didn’t want to take off more than I had to, but Sonny said to make her come and I wasn’t gonna screw up. If I was gonna get shot, it wasn’t gonna be because I couldn’t make a woman come. That’s just not what I want in my obituary.
I knew the only way I could get through this was to take the offensive. This was new for me, but the sergeant looked just slightly more stable than a bowl of Jell-O. Reaching behind her head I pulled her down, kissing her the way Tim kisses me when he’s really ready to go. Tim always grasps one of my breasts when he’s wound up, so I thought I’d try that, too.
Wow! Charlotte’s nipples never got that hard that fast! Meth must make me darned hot! Maybe I should have given some to Charlotte.
I’ve been honest so far, so there’s no sense in lying now. Having a gorgeous woman respond to me so quickly was a turn-on. I wouldn’t have admitted it to Tim, even if there was a gun to my head, but it’s the truth.
Responding to the animal instincts surging through me, I grasped her head with both of my hands and really let her have it. I kissed her so hungrily that I felt like I could eat her. I was acting … but I wasn’t acting, if that makes any sense. Actors always say that they don’t get aroused during love scenes. That’s always made sense to me. But this wasn’t a love scene, and those weren’t directors sitting outside. They were mean guys with big guns who wanted to embarrass Sergeant Randolph. They didn’t just want us playing patty-cake. They wanted an orgasm … and I didn’t know about them, but Tim could always tell when I’d had one. I was bound and determined to leave the sergeant with every sign I’d ever seen—splotchy chest, flushed skin, maybe even a little sweat.
I decided we were o
n the right track when she groaned and grabbed my butt. I don’t know why, but that seemed too intimate. Being in control felt better to me, and letting her touch me felt like an invasion. I took her wrists and pinned them behind her back, holding them as tightly as I would a suspect’s.
We were pressed up against each other, my boobs rubbing against her tummy. She was doing her best to move her shoulders so her breasts would press harder against me. She obviously needed some stimulation there, so I figured I’d better give her some. God knows I like a little attention on my breasts, so … fair’s fair.
I let Randolph kiss me while I put my free hand between us and played with her boobs, still holding her wrists behind her back. One of the things I’d most loved about touching Charlotte was playing with her breasts. I always touched her gently, nuzzling and mouthing her soft skin like a kitten nursing, but it had taken all my control to behave that way with her. I’d wanted to really let go and lose myself … show her how hot it made me to touch her … but I hadn’t had the nerve.
This wasn’t the ideal place to finally get my wish, but I had to make this woman come. I pinched Sergeant Randolph’s nipples until I heard her begin to scream. She was practically licking my face, something I didn’t think I’d like, but it was amazingly exciting.
My back was starting to get stiff from pushing against the sergeant, so I leaned back a little. She was right with me, kissing me and probing at my mouth with her tongue. I opened my mouth to let her tongue in, and in that split second I stopped caring that people were watching. I stopped caring that we were being forced to do this. I just cared about that hot, wet tongue in my mouth, and the way her breast filled my hand. I ran my thumb over her nipple and she sucked my tongue so hard that I got chills. Damn! My animal instinct was in charge, and I was getting hot … really hot. It wasn’t part of the deal but I wondered briefly if Sonny would mind if I came too.
We started to pass the power back and forth, something I love to do with Tim. But no matter how much Tim lets me play, he’s always the more powerful one. It wasn’t like that with the sergeant. I was easily as strong as she was, and I could toy with her … play with her. It was exciting in a way I never would have imagined.
I envied Sergeant Randolph. She had a good excuse for acting like we were all alone in a cheap motel—she was out of her mind on meth, and a lesbian to boot. I couldn’t claim either of those reasons, but I was as hot as I’ve ever been. I should have at least been worried about having this all over the Internet, but I knew the sergeant wouldn’t screw up. She’d make the bust and we’d get the tape. One way or the other.
I know it sounds crazy, but I let my barriers down. This was my only chance to have sex with a woman the way I’d dreamed. All of those nights that I went to sleep frustrated out of my mind because Charlotte fell asleep just when I was getting turned on could be erased in just a few minutes. Ten years from now, when Tim and I have a couple of kids, I can pull this experience from my memory bank and get a thrill. I knew it made no rational sense, but I lost myself. I pushed everything else out of my mind and just had sex.
I grabbed the sergeant’s head and kissed her hard while undoing the button on her slacks. Drugged as she was, she reached up and helped me, obviously anxious to get down to business.
As her pants fell, I slipped my hands into her shirt and filled my hands with the incredibly soft resiliency of her butt. There’s something wonderful about having warm, smooth flesh that conforms to your hands and moves just enough to make your knees weak. The sexy panties didn’t hurt, either. Very nice panties, sergeant. If you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s not because you can’t get one, that’s for sure. If you’d been my roommate in college, I think I would have flunked out … but it would have been worth it.
The panties were white and lacy. They fit her like a second skin and showed off her cocoa-colored flesh. But as nice as they were, they had to come off. Immediately. I put my fingers into the waistband and slipped them down her long legs. She reached down and kicked off her shoes and removed her socks while tossing the panties aside.
Looking at her, half-naked with her shirt partly open and her soft, curly hair all mussed, I needed to kiss her again. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight, kissing her so hard all I could hear were the short, quick breaths she managed to take. Ooo, she was turned on … and I was the one who’d turned her on. Me and a huge hit of meth were apparently a good combination.
Roughly, I shoved her onto the table, sat on one of the chairs and said, “Spread ’em.” I was amazed at how calm and sure my voice sounded, ’cause I was neither.
She leaned back on her hands and let her legs drop open. I couldn’t see her, so I undid the bottom buttons on her shirt and pushed it aside. Having her right there in front of me, so open, so vulnerable, made me light-headed. I barely knew where to start, so I tried to toughen up and sound like the woman I was impersonating.
“Do you need to be fucked?”
I could see her clit jump. That must have been a good question.
“Optional,” she said, her voice thin and weak.
My hands were shaking a little, but I spread her open and got close, staring at the intricate beauty of her body. It made me laugh a little, thinking of all of the opportunities I’d missed with Charlotte. The sergeant was so lovely and so obviously aroused that I knew this wouldn’t take long. I held her open and used my thumbs to spread moisture around her clitoris. I wanted to drop my head and lick her until she screamed, but sitting here looking right at her felt so natural … like there was nothing wrong with what we were doing. It was strangely freeing, even with the remarkably strange circumstances. Oddly, if I’d done this with Charlotte, it would have been easier to handle our breakup. I’d always thought that I was just a dud. Sex always seemed like something we did only when we couldn’t stand being turned on any more. But this felt … natural. We were touching and kissing and were naturally turned on. Why wouldn’t I put my mouth on her and make her come?
Sergeant Randolph’s head was dropped back against her shoulder and she was staring at the ceiling like she was on drugs … which she was.
She looked like she wanted me to tell her what to do. It felt so damned good to be in charge, and I found I had a knack for it. “Put your legs over my shoulders,” I said, something I hadn’t realized I’d always wanted to say.
I took in a breath, trying to see if I could pick up her scent. It was everything I thought it would be and I couldn’t resist. I kissed her gently, more gently than I’d kissed her mouth. I was nearly reverent with her, so amazed at the sensations that I was experiencing. I opened my mouth, and let my tongue touch her tentatively. She shivered roughly, making me lean in and nuzzle against her.
Her scent filled my lungs, and her delicate taste infused my senses. I had no idea what I was doing, but it didn’t seem to matter. Everywhere I touched her made her jerk and whimper. I started to feel like I really was in control and I loved it in a way that was almost frightening. My own body felt like a jolt of electricity was passing through it. I knew I was ridiculously wet, and if I’d had a free hand Sonny would have gotten two for the price of one. But I needed both of my hands to take care of the sergeant. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Every time I kissed her vulva she spread her legs wider apart, begging me to touch her again. I made my tongue as soft as I could and licked her—long, slow swipes with my tongue. Her hips bucked up off the table, then thudded back down so hard I was afraid she’d break something.
She was reacting so forcefully that I knew I didn’t have long to investigate. And since this would be my last time doing this, I decided to go for it. I pointed my tongue and worked it in and around and over every part of her. I’d never been so enthralled while having sex. Normally I could just relax and let Tim please me; I could put my mind on hold and let sensation take over. But today, I was the one with the power. I was the one who was gonna make this woman come … with just the power of my tongue.
I w
as so mesmerized, that I was totally stunned when the sergeant froze for a split second and came. She didn’t make a sound, but her knees were locked around my head like a vise. I sat, stunned, watching her whole vulva pulse and twitch. “Fuck,” she murmured, breathless.
What the hell. The boys wanted a show, and we were in this as deep as we were gonna get. They wanted her to come … let ’em hear her this time. I spread her legs apart while they were still shaking and started to lick her again. She twitched a little when I started, and I’m sure she was surprised, but she certainly didn’t argue. It took a little longer this time, maybe two minutes, and I could tell when she was close. It was so thrilling to hear her start to breathe heavily, then feel her vulva twitch, then hear her moan and tell me to keep doing what I was doing. She made me feel like I had the whole world in my power. Watching the flush climb up her chest as she came was deeply thrilling and my vulva was so sensitive that I could have pressed my legs together a few times and gotten off.
But I couldn’t divert my attention for a second. The sergeant was rigid, all of her muscles tense and hard. But her vagina was twitching and throbbing and it called to me. I had to know what it felt like to put my fingers inside of her. She hadn’t relaxed from her last orgasm, so I played around her opening until I could just manage to slip a finger into her unbelievably hot and wet skin. It conformed to my finger like a glove, and I grinned with pleasure when she dropped to the table and let me fuck her, her hips dancing around as I slid in and out and in and out.
I couldn’t stop. She could have given me a direct order and I would have kept going … the urge was just too strong. She seemed to want it hard, so I gave her everything I had, watching her squirm, holding on to my arm with both of her hands, helping me fuck her into a frenzy. When she came, her flesh clamped down on my fingers so tightly that I began to understand why Tim wants to be inside me when he comes. If it feels that good to fingers … wow. Just wow. Now I know why men think about it every moment.
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