“School? What school?” He looks suspicious.
“St Joseph’s College. I’m running behind today and I have a midterm exam I’m going to be late for, and if I don’t get there soon, I’m screwed.” My words gush out like water rushing from a dam.
“You know, I’ve always heard about the stripper making her way through school, but I never thought that was a real thing,” he smirks and I can’t help but smile back.
“Trust me, in most cases it’s a line to get more money out of the clients, okay? But I’m really a student, see?” I pull my student identification card from my wallet and he looks it over.
“Wow, I’ll be,” he hands it back. “Okay, wait here, I’ve still gotta run you through, I’ll be right back.” He turns and walks back to his car. His round, firm ass is pushing the limits of his uniform. It’s a welcome distraction from the panic welling up inside me about my exam.
He doesn’t take long to head back my way, my heart sinks as I focus on the long piece of paper in his hand. A ticket.
Honestly, am I cursed?
I swallow hard as he comes back to my window and hands me my license and registration back. “Okay, so you were going twenty miles an hour over the speed limit here. Normally that’s a four-hundred-dollar fine,” he holds out the paper to me as I groan, “but I’m letting you off with a warning,” I can’t help the huge smile that’s overtaking my face.
“Thank you so much!”
“Don’t thank me, just don’t be speeding out here like that again, okay?” He scolds me and the image of me lying over his lap and showing me just how naughty I’ve been flashes through my mind.
“I promise!” I hold my hand over my heart.
“Great, well here you go,” he hands me the ticket. “Just one more thing,” he leans toward me before I have a chance to look at it.
“What’s that?” I look at the shiny handcuffs on his belt and feel my pussy grow slick with desire as my spanking fantasy gets turned up a notch.
“I’m going to get you to your exam on time, okay? Follow me,” he taps the roof of my car and goes back in his car, turning on the flashing lights again. I watch as he pulls out in front of me and I turn on my ignition. Glancing down at the ticket, I see he’s scrawled his phone number across it and I bite my lip. I pull out from the curb and follow him down the road. Maybe things are starting to look up. After all, doesn’t every curse eventually get broken?
Chapter 3 - Cord
I haven’t been able to get Scarlett out of my mind all day. I feel like a lovestruck teen instead of a man. I’ve never gotten so bent out of shape by a woman I barely knew. I’m not the kind of guy who believes in lightening strikes of love instantly transforming my heart. Yet, when I look at her, when she smiles at me, I can feel the electricity build between us. It’s like one of those balls at a science center that has a hundred little beams of electricity randomly zapping around until you place your finger on it and they all converge together and meet your fingertips.
I walk in my front door and toss my keys in a bowl on the table. I pull my cell out of my pocket and slump forward with a sigh when I see I still haven’t missed any calls from her. Not even a text. Is it possible I read this all wrong? Maybe she’s not interested.
A girl like Scarlett probably gets hit on by dozens of men every night she works. I’m guessing there’s a lot of young guys trying to get in her pants at college too. Why did I think she’d see me as any different than all of them?
I kick off my boots and make my way to my bedroom, shrugging off my shirt. As I hang up my uniform I briefly consider going back to the club. I know she works there. Maybe I could talk to her for a bit, show her I’m different.
Nah.
That’s creepy. Last thing a girl like her needs is a guy following her around like a lost puppy. I change into some jeans and tee before heading back down to my kitchen.
Swinging the fridge door open I grab a cold brew and pop the lid off before taking a long swig. With the next couple of days off work, I’m gonna need to think of something to keep me busy. I’m not going to sit around my house moping about some girl who doesn’t like me back. That’s stupid.
I’m over it. Over the whole thing. Move on, right? I take another long drink of cold beer and wipe the back of my hand over my lips. Yep, it was worth a try, but it is what it is.
Br-ring!
I leap on the spot and lunge over to my cell phone. It’s her! My heart jumps into high gear as I press the green button.
“Hello?” I answer too loudly. Way too loudly. So much for being over it.
“Umm, hi, is this Cord?” Her voice drips with sugar and I can’t help but wonder if her tongue tastes as sweet.
“Speaking,” I manage to answer in my inside voice.
“Hi, it’s Scarlett.”
“Oh hey, how’s it going?” I play it smooth. She doesn’t need to know that five minutes ago I was seriously considering taking up stalking as a pastime.
“Good, I wanted to thank you for today,” her voice is breathy and it’s making me crazy. I can picture making her talk like that as she calls my name out… in bed.
“Did you get to your exam on time? That all worked out for you?”
“Yes, thanks for the escort. My professor let me take the exam and I think I did pretty good on it,” I can hear the relief in her tone. It sounds like she had a lot hinging on this test. I’m happy I could help her.
“That’s great! We should celebrate,” I grin and take another pull of beer. “I bet you wouldn’t guess this, but I’m a great cook. How about I make us a nice meal?” I hold my breath and wait for her to answer.
“I, uh, that sounds nice, but I, um, well, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I mean, I know you’ve seen me naked, but I’m really not the kind of girl you probably think. I’m just working there to support my sister and I while I’m in school.” She explains nervously.
“Hey, hey. I don’t think you’re any kind of way just because of where you work. Everyone needs to eat, right? Besides, I’m not sure what kind of guy you think I am, but I don’t put out on the first date, thank you very much,” I tease her.
She laughs and I can’t help but grin. “Okay, sure, does tomorrow night work?”
“It does,” I beam. “How does six sound?”
“That sounds great,” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Perfect, I’ll text you my address then. I can’t wait to see you again,” I tell her truthfully.
“Me too,” she answers.
As I hang up the phone I walk back over to my fridge and pull open the door. I scan the half empty jars of pickles and old bottles of condiments. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’m a great cook. It’s just that I don’t have a lot of reasons to cook elaborate meals when I’m living alone and working long shifts.
Guess it looks like I’ll have to hit up the grocery store. As I finish the last of my beer, I realize that I’m actually a bit nervous about having her over. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been with someone, but it’s been a long damned time since I was worried about impressing someone.
Chapter 4 - Cord
“Mmmm, this is amazing,” Scarlett flutters her eyelashes closed as she chews a bite of the tender steak I cooked.
“Glad you like it,” I chomp on a piece of juicy meat and nod in agreement with her. It is delicious.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” I lift the bottle from the table and fill her glass back up as she nods at me. I finish the bottle by pouring the remains into my glass and take a moment to soak her in.
She’s absolutely stunning. Her long black hair is flowing down over her shoulders with the wild streak of red adding a punky punch of color.
“I like the red in your hair,” I meet her blue eyes, the color of an autumn sky.
“Thanks, I put it in because it’s my school’s color,” she runs her fingers through her hair and tosses it back.
“Do you go to a lot of the gam
es or something?” I ask before taking another mouthful of creamy garlic mashed potatoes.
“No, I’m on the gymnastics team, I’m at school on an athletic scholarship,” she answers.
“Gymnastics!” The image from the other night of her flipping from a handstand back onto her feet pops in my mind. Her grace and skill make more sense now. “What kind do you do?”
“I train in all areas, but I specialize in the balance beam,” she looks down modestly.
“Well, that’s pretty impressive. I’m about as elegant as a drunk elephant, so I think it’s pretty cool that you can do that,” I smile at her.
“Thanks,” she takes a sip of her red wine and looks up at me from under her long eyelashes. “I think what you do is pretty amazing. It can’t be easy to go to work everyday not knowing if someone is going to shoot at you, or if something crazy is going to happen,” her pale cheeks flush a little. “I think that’s pretty heroic.”
“Well, you’d be surprised,” I laugh. “Most days are pretty routine. It’s not everyday that I get to keep the world safe from a breakneck speedster like you,” I tease her.
“I’m sure the world is grateful,” she laughs. “But seriously, I never got to tell you how grateful I am that you stopped that guy the other night. I felt like you were my hero when you saved me,” she levels me with those eyes.
“Don’t thank me for that. I would’ve done the same thing if I was a civilian, trust me. He was way outta line.”
“Well, either way, thanks,” Scarlett reaches across the table and grabs my hand and my heart races.
I want to fling the plates onto the floor and lift her up onto the table and fuck her right here in my dining room. It takes an enormous amount of restraint to gently rub my thumb over the back of her hand and keep my instincts under wraps.
I stand up and pick up my empty plate, holding out my hand to take hers as well. “I’ll help you,” she stands up and joins me. The plates go in the sink with a clatter, but I don’t care. I couldn’t care less if they’re shattered into a million pieces, I wrap my hand around her head, tangling my fingers in her luxurious hair and tenderly taste her sweet lips with a kiss.
She hesitates at first, but her lips part and our tongues collide in a sensual dance. When I pull away, her eyes are still closed. She opens them like she’s waking up from a dream.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any dessert made,” I breathe the words.
“That’s okay. I was just thinking, well, it’s too bad,” she looks up at me.
“What’s too bad?”
“Just that you’re a cop so you probably follow the rules pretty strictly, right?”
“That’s usually the case,” I answer.
“Yeah, I guess I was just hoping you’d break your rule you have about first dates,” she looks at her toes.
“I’ll tell you what,” I pull her in so close I can smell her natural perfume, “how about you give me a personal lap dance and I’ll toss my rule out. Besides,” I growl, “you’re the only dessert I want to eat tonight.”
Chapter 5 - Scarlett
I tug Cord by the hand and lead him into his living room. Standing up on my tippy-toes, I reach up to his broad shoulders and push him down into the chair. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’ve never been the kind of girl who fucks on the first date. There’s just something different about him, I feel like I’ve known him forever. Like we grew up together in this small town. Like that guy you always noticed on the bus, but never talked to, but somehow just watching him everyday from afar and caring about him made you feel closer to him.
I know Cord is still a fresh face in my world, but he’s also a sexy as sin cop who saved me the other night and who went out of his way to escort me with lights flashing to my exam. He’s also a guy who, even though I stripped for him on stage a couple of nights ago, looks at me like I’m classy and beautiful.
“Sit,” I give his shoulders a forceful shove downward and he follows my instructions, plopping down in the chair.
“I like it,” he smiles slyly, running his hand through his black hair, “a woman who takes charge, very sexy.”
“I’m about to do more than that,” I twist my hips seductively as I lean over him and stare into his eyes. “I’m going to give you the best lap dance you have ever or will ever have. I just need you to promise me one thing, on your word,” I flicker my eyes over his handsome face as he looks up at me with curiosity.
“Name it.”
“You’ve gotta promise to keep your hands to yourself until I’m done,” I don’t blink. I’m dead serious. Stripping is all about the art of seduction. About the promise of what could be, or is yet to come. And if he wants to be what is yet to cum, I want him to let me do my thing.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he traces an X over his muscular chest.
“Good, let me just find my favorite song, I pull my cell out of my skirt pocket and swipe my thumb over the screen until I find it. “Perfect,” I press play and the opening of Lady Marmalade fills the air. I take a step back and turn away from Cord purposely and slowly bending over at the waist until my nose is touching my legs, and place my phone on the floor. I hear him let out a low, deep groan and a smile tugs at my lips.
As the tempo kicks up, I twist around and quickly slide my fingers under the edge of my top and tug it off me, tossing it across the room.
I twist my ass and walk toward him, putting one hand on each arm of his chair, I shake my small tits against his mouth and pull back.
Normally I take three full songs to strip bare, but I’m not interested in dragging it out that long. From the look of the thick cock pressing against Cord’s jeans, I’m tempted to shut this song off and beg him to take me right here and now.
Instead, I unzip my skirt and let it slide down my legs until the fabric pools around my feet. I pick it up with my foot and send it flying across the room to join my shirt.
Now, in my matching bra and panties, I’m free to tease him.
As the song builds up, I turn away from him again, and twerk the air in front of him. Doing a forward tumble, I step back up and watch him as I slowly unclip my bra. Sliding it down my arms, I reveal my breasts one at a time to him and watch with joy as he licks his lips.
The song is almost over, it’s time for the grand finale now. I slide my hips from side to side and tug my underwear down until I can kick them off. Walking up to him, I lean over his face. “Remember, no hands,” I whisper.
He nods.
I pull his legs open and bend over at the waist until my palms are flat on the floor, then I hoist my legs up and throw them over his shoulders, wrapping them around the back of his head, until my pussy is only inches from his face. I shimmy my hips, pressing myself back against him, I can hear his moans of agony as I tease him.
The song ends and I stand back up, proud of the fat erection I can see clearly outlined against his pants.
“Please tell me I can use my hands now,” he creaks.
“You can,” I smile, loving that I can do this to him without touching him sexually at all.
“Good,” he stands up abruptly and lifts me over his shoulder. His large hands hold me in place as he walks me up the stairs, down to the hall and into his bedroom.
Cord drops me on the bed and walks over to his dresser, picking up his set of handcuffs. “Now it’s my turn,” he smirks, opening the metal bracelet.
Chapter 6 - Cord
“You know, you’ve been a really bad girl, haven’t you Scarlett?” I slowly walk over to the edge of the bed with my handcuffs dangling from my fingers.
“Mmhmm,” she bites her plump lip and nods. “I think I need to be punished, Officer.”
I reach the edge of the bed and tilt her head upward with a single finger under her chin. “I think you’re right.”
I grab her hand. Click, tick, tick, tick! The cuffs snugly circle her wrist and I flip her away from me, taking control of her other hand I quickly lock it up with the other
behind her back.
“Put your head on the bed,” I order her, helping her lean forward with her ass high in the air. “Good, now you keep that ass up like that until I say otherwise, got it?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Got it?” I repeat, giving her round cheek a stinging swat.
“Yes, Officer,” I hear her muffled voice against my bedspread.
“That’s right, now a bad girl like you needs to learn a lesson. Don’t you?” I swat her firm ass again and she moans into my sheets.
I slap her ass until it glows pink with palm prints as Scarlett’s pussy grows slick with desire. I can see her dew drops of nectar at her entrance, begging to be tasted.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” I growl and sink to my knees behind her. “Now it’s time for me to kiss it all better,” I pull her to the edge of my bed and let my mouth hover over her pussy from behind. I let the heat of my breath tease her until she’s wriggling her ass toward me.
I lick the length of her from her clit to her asshole and twist my tongue against her tight rosebud. Scarlett writhes against my mouth and I grab her hips, holding her steady as I let my tongue plunder and plunge into her ass. I finally pull back and push my finger against her tight asshole, letting her body get used to me as I push further inside. With my finger half buried in her ass, I lean into her and delve my tongue into her pussy. I press my face into her juices, lapping her up until I reach her sensitive clit.
Scarlett cries out with pleasure as I thrust my finger inside her ass and lap up her nectar. I flicker my tongue relentlessly against her clit, drinking her juices, licking her feverishly until her body twists and she cries out loudly, “Oh Cord! I’m cumming! Oh fuck!”
I wait for her ass to stop clenching around my finger before I pull free, leaving her handcuffed, on her knees. Face down, ass up. And what an ass it is.
My clothes are shed quickly and I grab a condom from my night table drawer, ripping it open with my teeth. I never take my eyes off her toned body.
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