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was halfway up the pole as she threw her hips and legs out and swung
a full circle around it. She dropped as she swung, which added more
centrifugal force and let her extend her body all the way out
sideways, her fingers sliding around the pole until her legs,
inevitably, swung swiftly in and down and she clamped the pole
between her thighs.
let herself drop backwards then, hanging upside down, legs gripping
the pole as her lower torso twisted and rolled and arched, her hair
sweeping the floor of the stage. She dropped her arms until her hands
were on the stage, then loosened her legs and carefully allowed them
to spread open wide.
were some shouts from the crowd and some whistles and applause.
closed her legs, then slid gracefully down the pole until her
shoulders were on the stage. She let her legs fall back over her head
then, bending back until her feet were on the floor, then pushed hard
with her hands and arms, using her stomach muscles to right herself.
room was filled. There were hundreds of men there, and some women,
looking up at her as she danced and spun. That was both exhilarating
and mortifying. She was completely naked, and the lights were bright.
was a blonde tonight. It was a temporary dye, something called hair
mascara. She was nervous about her red mane. There just weren't that
many tall redheads around and in certain circles she was well-known.
tonight she wanted to be seen as a sex kitten, as a creature of sex
and hedonism. And blondes made more money. She didn't need the money
but it was an ego thing. And it wasn't like the money hurt either..
swung her hair as she took a long, straight-legged ballet leap
forward, grasped the bar again, and swung around it once more, then
dropped to her hands and knees, crawling lithely across the stage,
her tongue sliding across her lower lip, heat in her eyes, a flush to
flush was real. This was only the second time she'd stripped in a
public place like this, both times because of her boyfriend Danny's
persuasion. It turned him on to see her turn on men, and it turned
her on too – which also turned him on.
they were both just perverts, but for her, a lifelong tomboy who
disdained all that 'girly' fixation on looks and hair and makeup and
clothes, and had never worn anything which she thought might make her
look 'slutty', stripping was like a wild surrender to the dark side
of her nature, a side she had long suppressed.
was something forbidden! It was not only forbidden in terms of acting
like a slut, it was forbidden by the terms of all that feminism and
equality held dear. Her female friends would be appalled, especially
the ones who admired her for being a confident, assertive woman in a
job which was still largely seen as a man's territory.
she was, giving in to the worst aspects of sexist culture, letting
herself be sexually exploited for the pleasure of a bunch of dirty
male perverts! How could she!?
she'd been brainwashed, she thought, by Danny, who had entirely
shifted her world view about sex and sexuality by turning every
sexual encounter between them into a wild, dark, thrilling production
which left her dazed, gasping for breath, and trembling in the
afterglow of multiple orgasms.
could she not be a lot more interested, a lot more excited, a
lot more hungry for sex and all that surrounded it after those kinds
of experiences?! And it was always the outrageousness, the forbidden
nature of what he and she did that turned her on so much.
it had now. Her body thrummed with sexual pressure like a high
tension power line. Her lower belly felt moist and hot and heavy, and
her breasts felt swollen, her nipples hard and tingling. Every time
she posed or positioned her body in a particularly graphic way, such
as sliding her hands down the pole while keeping her bottom high and
her legs wide, she felt another jolt of delicious dark hunger inside.
Forbidden! Slut! Whore!
took a running jump, flung a hand up and out to grasp the bar, and
swung around it again to land on the other side, then pulled herself
into the bar and wrapped her leg around it. She moaned softly at the
pressure against the swollen lips of her sex, then lowered her hands,
grasping the bar at about head level, which allowed her arms to
squeeze her breasts in together around it as she slid down slowly,
licking the pole seductively as she did.
let herself slide down until she was sitting on the stage floor, the
bar still jammed against her crotch, then lay back, arching her back,
grinding her sex up and down against the bar as people yelled and
shuddered and raw heat swept through her as she ground her sex
against the bar. The bar was stainless steel so produced little
friction. That was a good thing because she was awfully close to
having an orgasm, and her orgasms were intense, which made them loud
and very... noticeable.
yanked her long legs up and back, rolled up onto her shoulders, then
rolled over completely and pushed herself up on her hands so she was
standing with her hands and feet on the floor, legs straight, her
bottom to the audience of hungry men.
straightened as the music finished, then pranced off stage, scooping
up her 'outfit' along the way.
have a hand for Hannah, ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer
said. “All the way from Yale university in New Hartford.
outfit was a skirt, knee-socks, flat shoes, a buttondown shirt and a
blazer. In her experience, women at university didn't often dress
like that but she hadn't picked it. The announcer had told everyone
she was a college girl who needed money. She had no difficulty
understanding why. Men were more aroused by the thought of an
'ordinary' girl stripping because she was middle class and needed
money for school than some professional whore.
went backstage and put on her clothes again. Already there were a
number of requests for lap dances, enough to keep her busy for half
the evening. She wanted to catch her breath first, not so much from
her energetic dancing but the way her body's inner heat was making
her pulse race, but the woman hustled her down the stairs and back
towards the rear where there were 'champagne rooms'.
champagne rooms were classy. Each was an individual little booth
separated by floor to ceiling wall. Each had a little chandelier over
a wide leather love seat. There was no wall to the corridor, but a
pair of thick velvet curtains were held back by ties, and would be
closed while the dancer was inside.
dances lasted as long as a song did, and cost twenty dollars. That
meant you stripped quickly, or had an unhappy customer. Of course,
pleasing the customer in that term wasn't her aim. Jamie's own ego
and the thrill of seeing herself as this wild, sexy nymphet made her
want to turn them on as much as possible.
quickly stripped for her first customer, a balding, middle aged guy
who could have been a clerk or a banker for all she knew. Then she
was 'dancing' which mostly meant she moved her body in time to the
started out by dancing in front of him, bending over a number of
times when her back was to him, then turning and climbing onto his
time she thought about what her friends or family would think if they
had the slightes notion of what she was up to she felt a breathtaking
rush of dark, seething energy!
porpoised in and up, letting her swollen breasts and hard nipples
slide up along his chest, then up just past his face until she arched
backward, way back, across his legs. She straightened up, turning,
rolling so that she was draped across his lap on her back, arching
and rolling her hips up and down in time to the music.
she thought. I can't believe I'm doing this!
she was! She rolled over, into a position Danny had put her in a
number of times, ready to be spanked, again rolling her hips, raising
her bottom up and out. Then she slid forward, rolling back so she was
straddling him again, her back to him, her buttocks grinding down
against the erection she could feel in his pants.
was soooo degrading! Why did that thrill and excite her!?
moaned realistically – because it was real – arching and
twisting, her hair swinging as her face filled with heat, and the
erection under her abruptly deflated.
didn't do a full four hour shift. She wasn't sure if that was because
Danny would be bored without her that long or if he just didn't want
her to become used to it, to become jaded and no longer filled with
heat at what she was doing.
Danny, probably both.
gave a few lap-dances to complete strangers, and then she had a quick
shower – which was interrupted by Danny as her soapy hands
started to slide up and down between her legs.
gasped, then felt another pulse of heat as he looked at her.
you feeling a little... hungry, slave girl?”
I like you hot and bothered. I don't want you having an orgasm at
anyone's hand but mine.”
to stop me!” she said, taunting him.
grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the wall.
gasped, but didn't resist, feeling another wild thrill rush through
her. It was another oddity. She'd put a lot of time and effort into
becoming a martial arts expert to defend herself. But at the same
time, it really turned her on to be manhandled – during sex
turned off the water, then picked up the soap himself in his other
hand. He began to soap her up as he held her against the wall. When
he'd done her front, he pulled her forward by the throat, then pulled
her hands up behind her neck and held them there with one large fist
as his other hand soaped up her back and buttocks.
soaped her up between the legs, but his fingers mostly avoided direct
contact with her clitoris. Even so she felt surging waves of hunger
and heat sweep through her until he rinsed her off, and then dried
dressed in the outfit he'd selected for her, a sparkly blue club
dress with a high neck that wrapped around her throat. It was
backless, and had a big teardrop opening in front to show some
cleavage. It also showed lots of side-boob depending on how she
was short, tight, and even so was slit up the hips on both sides. It
was also thin and silky, and strained across her breasts, with her
nipples pushing very obviously into the soft material.
went dancing at a local club. Jamie still had lots of energy, though
the constant sexual pressure was starting to drain that just as it
was starting to really frustrate her. Danny's previous tactics
had always been to have her coming as often as possible. This was the
first time he'd tried to actually prevent her from having an orgasm!
the other hand, he was also stoking the fires inside her as they
danced, his hands gliding over her body, caressing the sides of her
breasts, sliding under the short skirt, in front and in back to make
her gasp and moan and causing her hips to buck against his fingers
before he pulled them back.
go to the hotel,” she moaned, on several occasions.
sat down, and he sat her on his lap, across his lap, gripping her
hair and kissing her hungrily.
kissed back even more hungrily, her hand sliding up and down his
chest as she leaned in against him, moaning softly into his mouth.
other hand was stroking her body, caressing her thighs below the
skirt or even her bare hip as it slid up into the slit. It stroked up
and down her ribs, where they were bare at the sides, and his fingers
dipped in beneath the top of her dress, massaging her nipple.
his hands stayed well away from her sex.
she wouldn't have had a problem with that. Jamie was not, or at
least, did not used to be an exhibitionist. That was fading,
obviously, with him exposing her to public sex and her stripping. But
it would be different here. Those were unique environments. People
saw what they expected to see. This was not the same sort of
made any public display of sex both more embarrassing – and
more darkly thrilling at the same time.
the other couple introduced themselves and asked to sit down she
didn't think it was a coincidence. He was young, strong and handsome,
with broad shoulders and a powerful chest. She was tall, sleek and
gorgeous, with long hair in dreadlocks. They were both very, very
name was Naomi, and his was Malcolm. And when Malcolm asked her to
dance she could hardly say no, especially with the smirk on Danny's
face. Her heart beat faster, though, as Malcolm took her hand and led
her out onto the floor, seeing Naomi and Danny following together.
the start, it was obvious Malcolm was a great dancer, and also
obvious that either he had an awful lot of balls, or he'd been given
the word by Danny, because he was as free with his hands as Danny had
affect was a lot more intense, though. She didn't even know this guy,
after all! They'd barely been introduced, and already, in a public
place, his hands were sliding along her ribs and his fingers were
pushing in beneath the top of her dress to caress her bare breasts!
ground himself into her from behind, as Jamie danced breathlessly,
and his hands caressed her belly before one slid down to stroke her
thigh. It quickly slid back up again, and then in through the slit
along her right hip until his fingers were probing her sex!
felt a wild jolt of heat and energy at the touch, her head swiveling
anxiously to see Danny dancing with Naomi, and both watching her! She
felt Malcolm's fingers slide up and down the line of her sex, then
find her clitoris and stroke her there even as she and he ground
their hips in time to the music!
sensations that sent pulsing through her body made her shudder and
gasp in dark, seething heat and need! But she restrained herself
desperately. She was on a dance floor, for Gods sakes!
Danny was dancing with her, as well, grinding into her from the
front, just as Malcolm was from behind. His hands slid down her back
and onto her buttocks as Malcolm drew his hands upward and pushed
them in through the open sides of her dress.
gasped as Danny tugged her skirt up in back, up to her hips! His
hands gripped her bare buttocks as Malcolm squeezed and kneaded her
bare breasts! She felt her heart beating faster and faster, her pulse
racing, as Naomi moved in on the side, dancing and rolling her hips
Danny pulled the dress up higher, peeling it up over her hips, up her
sides, up over her breasts to bunch up beneath her arms!
was virtually naked on the dance floor! And this was NOT a strip
club! If people noticed...
nobody seemed to. It was dark, crowded, and the lights were flashing
as the music wailing. Malcolm and Danny had her covered on either
side, and Naomi was on the third. A wall was on her other side.
Malcolm's fingers slid into the mouth of her dripping sex, curving in
and up as his thumb found her clitoris.
came helplessly, but Danny, reading her as always, gripped her throat
and then crushed his lips down on hers to swallow her breathless
scream of pleasure! She rode Malcolm's fingers frantically, crying
out again and again in the midst of a dancing, gyrating throng of
almost fainted at the explosive pressure in her skull! Not only was
the orgasm intense, but she couldn't breath with Danny's hand around
her throat! Her hips bucked violently as her body was wracked by
convulsions, and the wild storm of pleasure threatened to consume her
from the inside.
practically had to carry her out of the club, like a drunk. The fresh
air outside helped as they led her across the street to the parking
lot and over to Danny's car. But there Danny took control of her,
peeling the dress up again, this time over her head so she was
was already flushed, but felt a new heat come to her face under the
gaze of the other couple. Danny spun her roughly around, slapped her
bottom stingingly, then handcuffed her wrists together behind her
back. An instant later he spun her around again, swept off his belt,
dropped the loop around her throat, and tightened it, then jerked
down to force her onto her knees.
shuddered as the three looked down at her and the air blew softly
across her tingling nipples.
undid his zipper and pulled a long, thick black cock out, and Danny
handed the belt to him. He jerked it sharply and she gasped and
stumbled forward against him. He gripped her hair with his other hand
and pushed himself into her mouth.
gurgling, still dazed, Jamie sucked and licked as he pumped in and
out, then swallowed him as he yanked her forward and drove himself
deep into her throat. He held her there tightly, firmly, eyes
glinting as he pumped his big cock in and out of her throat for long
seconds, until her head was once again pounding from lack of oxygen.
pulled out and she coughed and gulped in air, gasping for breath.
Then Danny took the belt and she saw he was hard, as well. He rubbed
himself over her face, then shoved himself into her mouth and did the
same as Malcolm had, burying himself in her throat, using her mouth
and throat in a rough, almost cruel fashion!
while Naomi looked down on her, both figuratively and literally,
which, of course, redoubled her sense of humiliation.
pulled out, and then it was Malcolm's turn, then Danny's, then
Malcolm's. The men could hold out a while like this as they took
turns, but Jamie was becoming light-headed from the continued oxygen
deprivation, and swayed dazedly.
took turns more frequently, saying something to each other she
couldn't even hear through her own heart pounding in her ears. Then
Malcolm pulled out, fisting himself, and came – spraying
himself over her face! Seconds later Danny did the same!
was not something anyone had ever done to her before. It wasn't
something Danny had ever mentioned wishing to do. And compared to all
the shocking, wild, outrageous things she'd already done it didn't
seem so terrible, though of course, she had always seen it as just
about the most disrespectful thing a guy could do.
had been a time not very long ago when she would have beat the crap
out of a guy who did it. Now she just felt a sense of dazed relief
that she could breath again.
pulled her into the back seat, and as the two men got into the front,
Naomi got in back with her. She began to slide her hands up and down
Jamie's body as Danny pulled out of the parking lot, then kissing
her, and licking the come off her face.
gripped her blonde hair, jerking back on her head, kissing her
savagely, her other hand sliding between her legs.
cried out weakly as three long fingers slid up inside her and began
to pump in and out, the woman's thumb finding her clitoris and
stroking roughly and quickly against it. Her mouth slid downward,
sucking and chewing and biting at her breasts.
slick fingers pumped in and out in long, smooth movements, then was
joined by a fourth, making Jamie shudder and ache. Danny watched her
in the rear view mirror, and Malcolm turned around often, watching
got back to the hotel, but she wasn't given a dress. It was a small
hotel, after all, in southern Connecticut, and it was after one in
the morning. Danny went in first, then signaled, and Naomi and
Malcolm pulled her out of the car and led her inside.
naked. Still cuffed.
small lobby was empty, though there was a sign that said 'ring bell
for service'. There was an open door behind the counter, and the
sound of a television came from it.
and Naomi marched her over to the lobby and pressed the button, then
led her inside. A few moments later, Danny joined them.
heart thumping, pulse racing, and her body filled with a dark,
powerful sense of heat and arousal, Jamie stood between them as they
ran their hands over her body, fingering, stroking, squeezing and
caressing her as the elevator rose the three stories to the top
the hotel room Danny and Malcolm got drinks and sat watching as Naomi
stripped, then got into bed with her.
was still handcuffed, and still helpless, as the Black woman slid
between her legs and atop her, kissing her way up her body until her
lips were on Jamie's again. She lifted her legs up and pressed them
back against her shoulders, grinding her sex against Jamie's as the
men looked on.
rolled Jamie onto her side, lifting her top leg high, sliding her sex
in between them, scissoring her. Then she grabbed her blonde hair,
yanking her head back as she began to grind her hips in a quick,
rolling movement that made Jamie cry out and filled her with a dark
could feel her upper leg being forced further and further back as the
Black woman leaned inward, gasping and whimpering as her sex burned
and the wild, raw, carnal heat beat at her mind.
she saw movement in front of her as Malcolm moved to stand next to
was on her side, her head now yanked back by Naomi so that it was
right at the edge of the bed. Now Malcolm put a knee on the edge of
the bed and pushed himself into her mouth – then deep into her
head began to pound from lack of oxygen again, and then the orgasm
hit. It was an explosive release of sensations that swamped her mind
and swept it away, leaving her as nothing but a trembling, shaking
animal writhing in the storm of ecstasy.
orgasm went on and on, until she thought it would never end, even as
her mind began to fade and black dots danced before her eyes. She
didn't care about breathing, though. She was in rapture, gripped by
such pleasure she wanted to do nothing, not even breath, which might
cause it to fade!
she was breathing, though she didn't know it. She gasped in pain as
she was roughly yanked around by the hair, and then she was belly
down, bottom up on the bed, her face jammed against Naomi's naked
felt hands on her buttocks, felt herself being penetrated, felt that
deliciously familiar ache as a large, warm cock pushed deep into her
body, then licked almost instinctively as her hair was yanked. She
was aware of Danny watching, holding up a camera, but it didn't
impact on her mind.
mind was... floating. There were no higher conscious thoughts in it.
She licked because Naomi kept telling her to, and kept tugging on her
hair and slapping on her face to make her do it. She licked and
grunted as she felt hips slapping against her buttocks, felt large,
powerful hands moving over her body, felt the surging heat rising
groaned as the alarm went off. It was a clock radio, and soft music,
rather than the ringing of a bell, but it served the same function as
her eyes fluttered slowly open. The sun had risen but barely. It was
brightening outside, but still early.
lay in bed, blinking, and felt the rush of yesterday's events coming
back to her. She felt the familiar whiplash of embarrassment and
shame mixed with dark, almost exultant delight at what she'd done.
God, she was such a whore! If anyone found out... !
she used to be such a good girl...
threw back the sheets, wincing a little as she sat up. She examined
her wrists and frowned. The handcuffs had left red marks because of
how violently she had been thrashing around. She would have to do
something to disguise that today.
slipped out of bed and padded naked across the room and into the
en-suite, flicking on the lights. She winced again to see herself in
the mirror, then glared at her breasts, which still had bite marks on
them! That stupid bitch had bitten her too hard! What did she think
she was, a cannibal?
so, the memories were imbued with pleasure, a pleasure so scaldingly
hot it tightened her chest.
she had done that... ! God! If anyone ever found out... !
stepped into the shower, though she had showered and shampooed
before they had headed home. She wanted the last of the blonde out of
her hair. Blonde was for... sluts, or slut wannabes. Redheads were
if some wise-asses did insist they had bad tempers.
stronger sex drives.
she'd met Danny she'd had a normal sex life. Not that anyone hadn't
ever playfully tied her up, of course. But that was nothing like the
dark, nasty, kinky games Danny had involved her in. He was her first
'older man', at thirty, he was eight years older than she was.
was easy to dismiss all the other guys she'd dated as boys compared
to him. He was a lot tougher, stronger, smarter, more sophisticated,
more … savvy, and he had an air of tough self-confidence about
him. When she went somewhere with Danny, men looked at her only very
discretely. No one wanted to mess with him.
he'd managed to lure her to the dark side, one thrilling, shocking,
wicked, wanton sexual encounter at a time, getting her to do things
which amazed her, and which would have horrified her only months
still marvelled at the memory of stripping in the club! But God, it
had turned her on so much to be dancing around naked with all those
guys staring at her, with their lust and hunger and heat beating at
she was hundreds of miles away from there, now.
turned off the water and dried her hair and body, then stepped out
onto the bathroom rug and started in on her hair.
lot of people wondered why she didn't just cut it short. It was a
pain keeping it this long, after all. She'd always pretended she
simply didn't care about fashions when it came to hair, leaving it
pretty much as it fell, at least until college when a roommate showed
her a few simple things to do which made it much more manageable.
wasn't like it fell halfway down her back, anyway. It was just... a
few inches past her shoulders. It also didn't follow the redheaded
pattern of being very thin. It was actually quite thick and soft –
which was why Danny enjoyed using it as a handle so much.
brushed it out as she blew the hot air across it, frowning, because
it didn't look like all the 'mascara' was gone. She'd had to screw
around with her hair color a few times in recent months because of
her notoriety, and had wound up having to dye it red.
had come out as a deep, coppery red, but some of the tint was still
there, lightening it considerably, almost to the old ginger color
she'd had most of her life.
didn't bother her except that people would remark upon it.
sighed and padded back into her bedroom. She opened her lingerie
drawer and took a pair of black cotton Calvin Klein bikini panties
out of it, slid them up her legs, then pulled on a matching sports
bra. No way was she wearing anything lacy or frilly to work.
checked the weather on her phone. It was cool out . She made a face.
One of the affects Danny had had on her was her desire to dress –
provocatively – even at work. She liked tight, form fitting
clothes, liked being eyed hungrily by the men she met.
course, that meant she couldn't always wear her vest, but hey, what
were the odds of needing it?
though, she put on a t-shirt, then the best, then pulled on a Rangers
jersey on top.
hopped on one foot as she pulled faded jeans up one leg then the
other, then thrust her feet into a pair of sneakers.
belt had a small holster for her handcuffs, another for ammo, a third
for pepper spray. She clipped her Glock to the back, just past her
right hip, and her badge to the front, left side of her belt. She
clipped her phone onto it, then tugged the jersey down to cover them
all and headed downstairs, taking them two and three at a time.
shouted call brought her up short of the front door. She muttered,
looked up at the clock and turned her head.
running a little late.”
you're not. Get your butt over here.”
mother went to considerable effort to pretend her kids weren't grown
up yet. Well, Colin was still in college, but even he was twenty. Her
brother Dale was twenty five and had been on the job as a uniformed
cop for two years, but the three of them still ate at home. Why?
Because her mom was a good cook, very inventive, and the food was
was their board. Dale, as the oldest, got to live in the separate
basement apartment. She had the top floor of the four story (not
including basement) Brooklyn brownstone to herself.
NYPD paid well, but given the cost of even a modest apartment in New
York, leaving home was very hard with free rent and food as an
incentive to stay. That, of course, was clearly her mother's plan,
and it was working.
father had already gone to work as she wandered into the kitchen. He
worked in Manhattan and insisted on driving his car in. It was odd
for such a liberal, but he didn't seem to feel a lot of interest in
mingling with the great unwashed on the subway.
brothers looked at her in surprise then smirked.
gingergirl!” Dale said.
Rusty,” Colin added.
ha,” she replied, sitting.
your dye fade, honey?” her mother asked, frowning at her hair.
I was just...experimenting. I like my old hair color.”
Dale asked with a grin.
had even brushed it, out of habit, the way she used to before she
dyed it, with thick bangs hiding most of her forehead.
her mother said, ladling out pancakes.
rather just have some – .”
she started to cut into the pancakes and fork them into her mouth.
She reached out to slap Colin's fingers away from her hair, and
glared at him as she ate.
got in late last night,” her mother said.
well, traffic on the interstate,” she muttered.
was the fishing, nature girl?” Dale asked.
don't fish. But it was a nice campsite,” she said carefully.
of nature going on, I bet.”
gave him a flat stare. “I can take you,” she said.
on your best day, girly,” he replied with a broad grin.
subway ride was crowded but peaceful for its predictability. She kept
the lower part of her hoody zipped to avoid anyone seeing anything
they shouldn't – like her badge or gun, got off on 57th
Street, and walked briskly towards the precinct house on West 54th.
When she arrived at her desk Geraldo Batista was arm wrestling Randy
Baker while Lyle Jefferson looked on and made mocking comments.
Red,” Jefferson said.
she said, with raised eyebrows.
just putting this pussy in his place,” Baker said through
passed by and stuck her finger into his ribs hard enough for him to
gasp and flinch, and Batista slammed his fist down in triumph.
Shit, McCloud!” Baker complained, rubbing his ribs.
use the P word as a pejorative,” she said primly. “Respect
got lots of respect for pussy except when it's wearing a penis,”
calling me a pussy, white boy? Let's go again!” Batista said,
slamming his elbow on the desk.
it such an insult for someone to suggest you're a girl, Geraldo?”
looked at her indignantly, swallowed his first response and then said
“Cuz I ain't.”
Richards walked in, yawning, clutching a cup of coffee and a purse.
up?” she asked sleepily.
was just informing us he wasn't a girl,” Jamie said.
thing, or he'd be one ugly girl,” she replied.
ugly enough as a guy,” Baker said.
door opened and Taylor came out. Jamie made a face. There were a lot
of cops she got along with well, but Taylor was not one of them. He
was an insufferable suckup and a lousy cop, as far as she was
concerned. She hadn't found anyone yet who disagreed with her either.
Except for Lieutenant Foster, who happened to be his uncle.
hadn't mattered when Sergeant Mueller, her partner, had run the
squad. But he was out for another several weeks with a broken leg,
and that left her with … Taylor.
reached down and pulled her phone out, adjusting it with the app
Danny had gotten for her, then settled it back into her pocket. It
was a voice activated recorder. She already had enough to file a
sexual harassment complaint against him, but was hoping to get
something less personal.
that she intended to file any complaints if she could avoid it. If
she got enough she'd either present it to him and tell him to find
another home, or give it to Foster and let Foster get rid of him.
Foster wasn't going to defend him against that if she had proof, not
given who her grandfather was.
licked his tongue along his lower lip as he looked at her, and Jamie
ignored him. Batista had informed her last week that he had seen
Taylor putting up a photocopied picture of her on the bulletin board
in the mens locker room.
was taken by Danny while she was wearing nothing but a thong in the
kitchen of his apartment. Her back was to the camera – mostly,
and she was on the balls of her feet reaching up to the top cupboard
for something. Her right breast was partially visible too.
camera had been stolen with that picture on it, and then recovered by
the detective squad. Someone there had clearly gone through it and
taken that picture out to pass around. It had gotten her a lot more
hungry stares at work, but most people didn't dare comment openly
given her habit of facing guys down – sometimes physically.
said certain guys liked to pat her ass 'for luck' as they went out
the door, though.
because they didn't dare try it in real life.
picture never stayed up long. The first sergeant to see it ripped it
down, but it kept getting put up.
would have mortified her at one point in her life – actually at
almost all points of her life. But her experiences with public
exposure, thanks to Danny, had kind of inured her against
embarrassment at guys seeing her butt.
not like it wasn't a really nice butt, after all. Everyone seemed to
think so. On the occasions she had to shower at the precinct she
could almost count on one or more of the gay female officers giving
her longing looks.
used to bother her more than it did now too.
her experiences with Victoria Bryant she'd tended to feel less
embarrassed and more of a sense of ego flattering pleasure, even when
women looked at her with lust. She still wasn't really into girls as
such, but on the other hand, being 'used' by them, roughly, in front
of Danny, was a wild thrill she couldn't resist.
course, then there was Willow. That still confused her. Willow was
younger than her, a silly little goth with a suicidal view of life.
She had deserved Jamie smacking her around, certainly. But the weird,
wild sexual thrill Jamie had felt while having the girl completely
under her control had startled her.
knew Danny had turned her into something of a submissive, maybe even
a little bit of a sexual masochist. But how that played out with
getting off on slapping Willow around was something that confused
her. Bryant said that it was simply an extension of her own dark
thrill excitement at the submission and domination game.
all, if she found the idea of herself being 'manhandled', being
roughly used, being 'forced' then she'd probably find the sight of
some other beautiful young girl being treated the same way to be a
turn-on too. And doing it herself, well, then she got to feel both
sides of the game all at once!
got to do exactly what she found sexiest and most exciting, to
position the 'victim' however she wanted her positioned, to use or
'abuse' her however she wanted. It had been an intense rush! She'd
treated Willow like she was HER bitch, and the girl was a natural
submissive, giving Jamie an incredible sense of sexual power!
yet, she still wasn't really that into girls. Danny, of course, was
doing his best to change htat, first with some nameless blonde in
Central Park, then Bryant, and now this Naomi... God!
skin had felt so soft – once Jamie's hands had been uncuffed.
It was the first time she'd made love with a woman, as opposed to
simply being used by one, like Bryant. And... it hadn't been bad at
all. At least, not with two hunky men looking on excitedly.
was never going to replace men on her primary menu, though she knew
Bryant had an interst in trying to bring her over to her 'team'.
had already gotten the car keys before she arrived at work, which
meant he got to drive. She sighed and slumped in the passenger side
of the black Dodge Charger Interceptor. She signed into the computer
and scanned the morning offerings as Taylor pulled away from the curb
and out onto 54th.
turned north on Eighth, then west on 57th, impatiently
zipping around traffic.
I bet you had a good weekend,” he said.
rolled her eyes over at him.
heard you and your boyfriend were heading north.”
frowned, remembering who she'd told that to. Certainly not him.
snorted and she raised her eyebrows, feeling a slight sense of
wariness. He couldn't possibly know what she'd really been doing.
are not the camping type, McCloud.”
don't know what type I am, Taylor,” she replied. “You
know virtually nothing about me.”
know you're a city girl.”
well, we do a lot of things for our boyfriends.”
I bet you do!” he said with a sneer.
you ever had a girlfriend she might do things for you too,” she
glared at her, then turned south on Eleventh and picked up speed.
call about a robbery in progress came in for 49th Street
near Madison Avenue and he cursed, swinging the wheel hard over and
flipping on the lights and sirens.
pursed her lips, but didn't say anything. Taylor was looking for
action. He was always looking for action. It was one of the reasons
he was a shitty cop, in her opinion. The call was on the east side of
the precinct. There was no way they were going to get there before
half a dozen marked district units so she didn't see the need for
enough, after screeching and twisting around traffic, and hammering
angrily on the steering wheel and blasting the horn for cars or
trucks in their way, by the time they reached the scene it was just
in time to see the perp bent over a blue and white being searched.
didn't improve Taylor's temper much. He blamed her for not having
gotten any action – in more than one meaning of the term –
on several previous occasions, and seemed jealous of all the 'action'
the action was over. That didn't stop him from parking and going over
to talk to everyone about what had happened. Maybe, she thought, to
share in the action vicariously. She just sat in the car and pulled
out her phone to check her email and texts.
got back in the car ten minutes later, still grumbling, and she was
still on her phone, checking Facebook.
more pictures?” he asked.
looked at him coolly.
believe me, everyone in the precinct is waiting for your next
frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”
on. You don't think we don't know you let those pictures out on
felt a flare of anger, but repressed it.
think I arranged to have my own phone stolen just so it could be
recovered, knowing some detective would act like a voyeur and see
what pictures he could find?”
say it happened that way. Maybe you just put it on the internet
goofs like you could salivate over it? Sounds pretty lame to me.”
Hell, baby, that picture was enough to make half the guys in the
precinct blow their corks thinking about it in the shower,” he
said with a leer.
you do in the shower is not something I care to dwell on,” she
I'll show you some day.”
got a big shower. We could both fit easily, especially since there
wouldn't be any space between that tight round ass of yours and my
drive the fucking car and keep your adolescent fantasies to
yourself,” she snapped.
snorted in amusement and headed down Lexington.
saying if you got more pictures you want to show off, I'll be happy
to distribute them for you.”
Then you can use your collection of dildos to abuse yourself while
looking at them.”
ain't the one who's got dildos, baby, but I bet you got quite a
sure. The ones that keep showing up on my desk don't come from you.”
smirked. “Gotta admit, seeing you swallowing that big dildo
last week was impressive. Well worth the cost of admission.”
you got your money's worth. Buy a bigger one next time.”
don't have to buy you a bigger one. I got one right in my pants for
but the silicone kind comes free of STDs and genital warts.”
fuck you, bitch.”
glared at her and his eyes flicked down.
know, I hear girls who get their nipples pierced feel a lot more
sensitive there. That true?”
of your fucking business, since you asked.”
wonder your boyfriend doesn't break a tooth on them.
didn't bother to reply, ignoring him.
hear nipple piercing is something girls do who like getting tied up.
You like getting tied up, McCloud?”
hear wrong. Lots of girls do it, and guys.”
both of them. And I hear you have nice rings in both,” he
turned the car east on 44th, and she frowned.
going out of our precinct, genius.”