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Hide the Diplodocus belongs to them.
Officer Patrick Highclaw belongs to me and the story was written by me. ^^
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\tIt was a warm, sunny day in the city. Many dinosaur folks were swimming in pools, enjoying sports, or just enjoying a stroll in the park. One such dinosaur walking the park was Hide. Hide (pronounced Hee - Day) Lanoro was a matriarch and owner of several companies. She earned the position through hard work, fighting tooth and nail fiercely for her domination in the market. The building she had just left was attached to the perfume division, which managed to corner the market specifically through avoiding harsh oils that would permeate the senses until the wearer couldn’t smell it anymore, and instead went with natural scents that were appealing, yet not overpowering. As a result of her stature and power, she was very highly respected and feared by those who knew who she was, and even those who were unsure rightfully stood aside, both figuratively and literally.
\tHer walk through the park was merely a moment to think after her day at work. She walked with a steady step in her business shoes, her business dress, a one piece black outfit that had a loose dress that came to her shins, flowed in the gentle breeze. She came upon a bench and sat upon it as her stoic expression hid her thoughts; she slowly mentally unwound from the business that was required of her and tried to prepare for a day of relaxation. That said, relaxation was not so simple for her as her reputation required her to be stern. This was no issue for her as she merely reserved it for the privacy of her home, her years of experience making the not-so-simple task second nature to her. Her mental unwinding allowed her to appreciate the sun on her skin, appreciate the sound of happy teens frolicking, the smell of the trees, but it also made her feel a sudden throb and light tingle in the lowest areas of her belly. Bottling up her emotions made her sexual hunger rather potent when uncorked, a fact that often vexed her business side, but she wouldn’t ever want to give it up. The more she thought on it, the more she realized she needed to see to it and allow her inner pervert out.
\tShe often would simply masturbate, but that was too straightforward. She would also occasionally pay for services, but that was often sterile and too much like the business she was escaping from. No, she wanted to do something risky, she wanted some passer by to be her partner and to have her right in the park. THAT caused a strong tingle in her loins. She stood for a moment and shamelessly reached under her dress, tugging her panties down and off before she neatly folded them and placed them into her handbag. She gave a controlled look around to see if anyone had watched, but if anyone had, they weren’t expressing it, which somewhat disappointed her. She sat back down and surveyed the park; she needed a male, preferably of an athletic stature, and preferably on his own. Most of the males were too young; immature teens and kids, or they were paired with someone. Some of the pairs were in the process of making out, which frustrated her somewhat, but even more frustrating was the Cop that approached and made them break it up. At least, it frustrated her at first.
She took a good look at the Cop; a troodon, so he wasn’t especially large, but they were a species built for running and had stamina on their side. He also had a rather notably large bulge in his uniform pants, which certainly meant he had something substantial there. His skin was a rusty red, though his palms, chin, and neck were white. He was also barefoot, not terribly uncommon for saurians, but in his case, it was to showcase a rather significantly large claw. Considering the pads on the bottoms of his feet and the thick muscles at the base of those claws, he knew how to use them. He was stern, strict, and had very little mercy on the delinquents, resorting to pulling his nightstick out to threaten anyone with little to no provocation. Most of all, she was enamored at his face; shadowed by his hat in a way that made everything above his mouth near invisible, except the bright shine of his two piercing eyes, like daggers. It was incredibly exotic. However, she knew that slipping something past such an officer would be difficult and with how stern he was, she was unlikely to perform some public sex act without getting caught, and moreso, she likely would not get off without some sort of major mark against her reputation.
Unless… he was the one performing the perverted act.
Without any expression on her face and her plan set, she stood up and approached the officer.
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Officer Patrick Highclaw was enjoying the day. He really could not believe his fortune; his previous position was a security guard for a mostly defunct mall. He was relegated to a back room and saw hardly any work beyond sitting and being bored all day. It wasn’t until he caught a pair of delinquents, and had a conversation with one of them, that he got the drive he needed to go to his superiors and demand a better position on the force. They originally had praised his enthusiasm, his strict adherence to the law, and his physical capabilities, but when he got his uniform, everything seemed to go downhill for him; they didn’t want to talk to him, they were convinced he couldn’t do the work, and they tried to keep him out of sight. One of them pathetically claimed that he was too small to apprehend a larger perpetrator, outright ignoring the fact that he was top of the class in the combat drills. Thus, despite his drive when he demanded better treatment, he was stunned to find that they had no issue giving him a better position, promoting him to patrol the large park area on foot and keep things orderly.
It seemed this position had not been maintained for a very long time as youths and adults alike seemed to have no trouble at all in trying to get frisky in public places. It was bad enough that he began dropping all pretenses and went straight to brandishing his nightstick, often having to threaten them with not only a fine and possible imprisonment for being so blatantly indecent, but a rather severe beating beforehand.
Still, despite all the work he was getting, especially in the dawning months of summer, he didn’t complain at all as he knew he was finally able to do some good for the city he lived in. He had just broken up a pair who had gotten too frisky near one of the main pathways and sent them on their way when he heard some firm footsteps approaching before a rather large shadow was cast on him.
He turned to look at the sun-backed figure before him and was internally surprised; while sauropods were not rare, she was certainly exceptional as her body was much plumper than most, but her movements were strong, indicating she knew how to handle her weight. Despite the glare of the sun, he could see her bluish colored skin which complimented her dress, which while simple was far from poor looking and seemed to be made of high quality material. She looked at his badge for a moment before she looked back to his face.
“Officer?” she said, her vocal tone powerful. Highclaw put her tone of voice and her other attributes together and determined that she had to be a powerful company figure. He was about to speak before she cut him off and spoke again. “I have become aware of a pair of delinquents who are engaging in public carnal acts. I demand you come with me to witness it.” she said before she turned quickly on her heel. Highclaw was stunned; he’d never met someone with that sort of power to their actions before. That said, she made a request and said she knew of someone breaking the law. He holstered his nightstick and began following her.
“Yes Ma'am. I’d be happy to assist.” he said as he remained behind her. He followed her off the main walkway and into the short floor ferns that were at most ankle high, leading towards some higher shrubbery and a tree. She effortlessly powered through the shrubs and Highclaw followed, soon entering a nicely shaded clearing. She was over by the tree as he looked around. “Ma’am, pardon me but, where are these delinquents?” he asked, only to turn towards her and nearly run his face right into her exposed crotch.
“Why, we’re the delinquents.” she said in that firm, imposing tone. He looked up at the imposing lady, her expression as stone hard as ever, but she was standing and lifting her dress, her thick thighs framing a nearly hyperactively moist vulva. It took him a few moments to even reply.
“Ma’am, this is a serious offense! If you don’t make yourself decent, I’ll-” he was cut off by her.
“You’ll do what?” she said, as if she’d already won a game, and Highclaw could tell from her tone of voice that, whatever game it was, he lost as soon as he came into this clearing. “I can tell from the way your uniform hardly has any wrinkles in it and how polished your badge is that you only just obtained this position. There has hardly ever been any cops in the park area, meaning you got shoved off here and have been kicked around by your superiors. Now consider your place carefully; a young cop new to the force gets accused of harassing Mrs. Lanoro in public.” Despite the shadow over his face, he visibly paled, indicating he not only knew what she meant, but knew who she was. “Yes, now you know your place.” He hardly moved, frozen to the spot, until he swallowed through a dry mouth.
“What… what do you want of me?” he said, rather softly.
“You have the fortune of being my stud for the moment. We are going to rut right here in this little clearing until I am satisfied, then I will depart, and you will officially have seen nothing. Do you understand?” Her face retained that cold expression, but her loins betrayed her excitement as a thick string drooled down her lips before splatting on the small ferns dotting the clearing.
“Y-yes Ma’am… I won’t tell a soul and I’ll… do anything you want if it means you won’t ruin me.” he said, fully admitting his subservience to her. She continued to glare at him a moment before she leaned her back against the tree, her large legs stepped apart before she beckoned him with a single finger while keeping her dress lifted with the other hand. She could tell from how he stepped up to her that he was equal parts scared, yet excited. He gently ran his hands along her thighs and she took note of how surprisingly soft his palms felt. He stroked her lips gently with his thumbs and then leaned his head in close.
Highclaw’s heart was racing as he prepared to service this imposing lady. He had no choice, but he also always admired the large sauropod ladies, he just always felt none of them would ever care to even speak with him, yet here he was, becoming intimate with a very powerful one. Her stature had his head come up to about her navel, so when she stood and presented her loins to him, he hardly had to lean down to get to them. As he spread her lips apart, a large oozing drop of her fluids escaped, and notably, he could smell the scent of… Vanilla extract? Such a sweet, soft smell reminded him of cake frosting. A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth as he leaned in and kissed the prominent nub of her clitoral hood before he opened his maw, reaching his tongue out to lick along the length of her lips, tasting her hormonally spicy flesh before flicking the nub again before beginning to slowly lap along her loins; following every wet trail, every glistening piece of flesh. He didn’t hear any difference from her breathing or even a single moan and part of him worried he wasn’t doing this well enough. Surely she’s had escorts and much higher society encounters than someone like him. At least, that is how he felt until he felt her free hand gently grasp the back of his head. He expected her to be stopping him but she only gently pulled him closer. He tilted his head back to look up at her, her face remaining static but there was just the hint of… relaxation? He redoubled his work and slid out his tongue, pressing up into her as much as he could, though leaning his head back caused his hat to fall off as he looked up at her. Her eyes, for a split second, got larger before just as quickly returning to normal.
Hide was enjoying his surprising enthusiasm as he somewhat eagerly lapped his tongue against every sensitive part of her loins, mopping up every drip that clung to her body. She reflexively placed a hand on his head to continue to encourage him, though when his hat fell off, it internally startled her as to how different he looked; he had not only a pair of large, soft blue eyes that reminded her of an innocent child, but a plume of rainbow colored feathers sprouting from his head that would not have been out of place on a clown. Despite all this, his hot muscled tongue slipping up into her coaxed a small climax to shiver through her.
Highclaw continued watching her face after that brief flicker of surprise in her eyes, though her expression just returned to that normal look she had as before. He did, however, feel her thighs tremble, followed by her insides giving a firm clench before gracing his tongue with more warm liquids. There was then a gentle yet firm pull from her hand as she pulled his face away from her loins.
“A good start. Now, put your hat back on.” she said as she dropped her dress back down. Highclaw blinked and was somewhat confused; was that really all she wanted? He didn’t question her as he turned and picked up his hat, brushing the dirt off of it before fitting it neatly over his feathers and again shading his face. He turned back to her only to see her turned around, her dress up over her back as she leaned forward with her hands against the tree, her legs standing apart.
“Ma’am?” he questioned briefly before she spoke.
“Your pants, remove them. There is also no need for any condoms, but don’t think we’re done when you climax.” she said, her tone as strict as ever. He swallowed again but nodded, undoing his belt and stepping out of his pants and briefs, setting them in a folded pile before he looked at her imposing posture, his face reaching her giant, soft ass.
“How am I supposed to reach you?” he questioned.
“You have claws. Use them.” she said. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she had watched him undress; the look of him with his hat back on and no pants, yet an officer’s upper uniform stoked her inner fire. She also took a moment to appreciate his equipment; heavy balls and a fairly large penis for his size. Not as large as a sauropod but certainly larger than most of his species would be boasting.The head dripping with drops of prefluid was a much appreciated touch. Her command to use his claws had him hesitate for a moment as he stroked her large, soft cheeks, until finally he placed a foot on her lower leg and she felt a firm piercing prick as that large claw hooked into her thick skin. He pulled himself up slowly and placed his other foot on her other leg, pricking her skin and pulling himself up. He continued to climb up her until he settled with both feet on her thighs and her tail in his hands.
Hide didn’t react outwardly to his claws digging into her skin, though inside she actually loved it. The sharp pricks of his claws in her skin gave her a raw feeling, a sense of being alive, that she normally didn’t get in engagements. She glanced over her shoulder as he settled on her thighs; she wondered how he’d conduct himself since she didn’t give him any instructions and didn’t plan to.
Highclaw was a bit stunned from his perch; her ample ass was massive, her hips wide but her butt was even wider, yet it didn’t look the least bit out of place on her frame and was not flabby or pitted in the slightest. The way she stood with her legs apart left her lovely vulva parted, the snug pink insides glistening and beaconing him, and his instincts pushed him onwards. Using one hand on her tail to keep balance, he grasped his hard, dripping shaft and slowly dragged it along her folds, gathering slick moisture. He used his hand to smear it along his length before he dipped the head between her lips once more, sliding it up to her opening. She gave no verbal reply and wasn’t even looking at him, but when he prodded her hole, he felt her insides tense up ever so slightly and ooze more slick warm juices. He gave her a testing press and suddenly the head and inches sunk swiftly into her. He let out a small grunt as he tried to stop himself from hilting inside of her right away, but the amount of juices she was producing was making it incredibly difficult. He placed his free hand on one ample ass cheek to steady himself, just in time for her hot, soft insides to suddenly clamp on him. He nearly doubled over from the sensation on the upper half of his shaft, and at that point, instinct won out as he pressed forward, a wet squelch and a soft smack of his sack to her pubis as he found himself balls deep in her. He took a moment to try and hold back the shock of the sudden stimulation from her hot, wet, and soft insides as he remained still.
“I-I’m sorry, I was-”
“Did I say stop?” she said, cutting him off in that strict tone of her’s. He made only brief eye contact with her, stern expression wordlessly commanding him, and merely shook his head. “Then get to work.” Despite her intense authority being flexed, Highclaw felt a little more at ease with her, though he still did not want to cross her. Gripping her tail with both hands, he pulled his hips back, dragging his shaft back out slowly, the length and his crotch soaked with her glistening fluids. He tugged back until the head was all that was in her before smoothly pressing back all the way inside, then tugging back again, working himself into a steady rhythm that encouraged a soft tapping sound every time his balls gently bumped her pubis. Highclaw couldn’t believe how good she felt; so soft and hot and slick, yet despite her large frame, she was not remotely loose, snugly gripping him. He huffed softly, yet she still made no sound despite what he was doing. He could feel that hot coil in his lower stomach, the beginnings of his climax approaching and was very worried he was not pleasing her, though all of a sudden he felt her insides growing tighter, more firm, before there was the faintest of trembles in her thighs, then a sudden pulsing in her loins accompanied by a warm flow of her fluids along his shaft, making her even slicker and giving an incredible sensation as it ran along his balls. Despite this sensation, he didn’t stop since she had not commanded him to. He kept his pace steady, but that hot coil in his gut only got tighter, his sack growing more snug as his shaft grew more tense. He tried to hold his climax back, but that only made it come out even harder as he pressed firmly against her, his shaft throbbing and kicking inside of her. He could feel her clenching down on him even before the first pulsing splatter of semen burst forth into her, followed by another as he let fly rope after rope into her body. Any movement made his shaft kick and throb harder, as if it was afraid it wouldn’t be able to spill more inside of her. Eventually, the sensation tapered off and he sighed as he felt his shaft soften up somewhat inside of her.
“Th-that was amazing.” he said, starting to smile before he was suddenly greeted with her stern voice.
“I said we weren’t done when you climaxed. Now keep moving.” she ordered, a tinge of actual aggression in her tone. Highclaw shut up and followed her command, despite being in his sensitive refractory period. His shaft was not nearly as hard as it should have been, but it was still firm enough to move through her insides as his contribution made her even slicker. He was breathing in deep breaths and tried to stick to deep thrusts, and was worried he would not be able to achieve arousal again, but she seemed to be assisting with that as her insides continued to occasionally clamp down on him, showing her internal pleasure of his actions. It took a minute or two, but he was starting to feel everything return, his shaft hardening up again and his movements getting smoother. Almost as soon as he felt himself reach proper hardness, there was another clamping sensation inside of her followed by a flowing warmth along his crotch and down his balls. Shortly after that, she looked back at him with that stern expression, making him pause.
“Did I-”
“Get off.” she ordered. He did as instructed and hopped off of her in a literal sense, landing neatly behind her. She got a good look at him again, this time his hips soaked with their combined fluids, and he managed to work her through two climaxes and he even worked through one of his own and attained a second wind. Clearly she picked a good partner. However, her thighs were stinging somewhat and she could also tell that his toes were trembling, meaning he had too much focus on them and was exhausting a muscle center. She intended to exhaust him, but only doing what she ordered of him. She lowered herself onto her hands and knees before lowering her chest, resting on her bosom and folding her arms.
“Are you all right?” Highclaw asked as he looked at her; pin prick blood spots ran up her legs where his claws had hooked her, with two larger ones on her thighs.
“I’m fine. You will continue your treatment, only this time, I want you to go faster and harder.” she said, remaining firm. She was actually pleased he showed some concern for the marks she had on her body, and she could tell from his tone that it wasn’t in fear of his position, but her wellbeing. She glanced back, seeing the tips of his toe claws ever so lightly colored with her blood droplets while his crotch was both soaked and hard, and it stoked that fire in her gut. She was pleased when she watched him walk up behind her again, but instead of him diving back in like she expected, his hands were running along her thighs before she felt his warm tongue sliding up her left thigh, licking the spot that slightly stung a few times before he moved to the other, licking the punctures clean before his hands went to her ass, stroking her cheeks. The moment of care he showed appeased her, though she said nothing, but she was encouraged to ever so slightly wiggle her rump side to side as he ran his hands along it. She lowered her hips to the height of his own and merely waited.
“Okay…” he said to no one specifically as he stood on firm ground behind the large lady. He hardly had to do anything to his height to align himself to her lips and a partial step forward smoothly sunk himself back into her. He felt her give a clench in response and remained balls deep in her as he stepped properly up to her, his hands grasping at her hips, though only just barely reaching as he draped her tail over his shoulder. He pulled back only a short bit of his length, before pressing it back in, only moving his hips as he started slowly before he began to pump his hips rapidly in a swift fashion. The new pace made his balls loudly slap her pubis and caused him to huff in deep breaths as he leaned against her ample ass.
Hide very much liked the feeling of him draping himself over her hips, but his rapid pace, despite being asked for, was rather surprising. Most of her partners were around her size and they could give her a hard thrusting, but nothing quite as fast as this small officer. The sound of his balls slapping her as his hot shaft continued to grind into her, hardly any of it leaving her confines, made her feel those warm twitches building in her gut. Here she was, in a little clearing in a park, where she had coerced the local cop into pounding her relentlessly. The sheer noise of his balls slapping her and his hips squishing into her own made such noise, why, they could be caught at any moment…
No sooner had she thought this than the shrubbery to her left slightly rustled and parted ever so slowly, exposing two teens, male and female. She watched them from the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice them, watching their faces grow wide eyed before flushing and stifling a giggle. It was official, she was being watched as an officer pounded her like a beast.
Highclaw was unaware of the duo of teens watching them, his mind set to ensuring his partner felt as good as possible as he kept this pace, which was somewhat taxing. He felt her insides growing tighter, harder, then they pulsed around him several times, gracing him with a hot flow of her slick juices, which only served to make the smacking of their hips together even louder. He was pleased as he knew that she showed her appreciation of his actions with her body, not her face or vocal tones. He continued his rapid pace and could feel that tightness in his belly again as his sack grew snug. He was close, just about to his climax when suddenly he felt her entire body tense up and she barked out several sharp words.
“If you don’t delete those videos off your phones, I will ruin your lives and the lives of your parents.” Highclaw had no idea what that was about until he looked where she was looking, seeing two teens peeking through the bushes and frozen with their phones in hand for a moment. They made eye contact with him and he was about to shout at them, but he couldn’t say anything as he felt his second climax hit him hard, and instead, he bared his teeth and snarled at the teens. They quickly pressed buttons on their phones, a beeping sound as they turned them off before they ran, all the while Highclaw remained doubled over on Hide’s back as his shaft throbbed mercilessly inside of her, gracing her with more ropes of his wam climax. They both remained still for a moment before he spoke.
“They… how can we be sure they deleted any video they took?” he asked. Hide let out only the faintest breath, almost a… chuckle? She then pressed on his chest gently with her tail, coaxing him to slip out of her lips, an action that was followed by several splats of their combined fluids landing on the ground.
“I have some eyes keeping watch for content such as this leaking out. All it will take is a text to their phones from one of my companies to scare them straight.” she said. She then shifted, turning in place and stretching out her left leg, elegantly raising it over Highclaw’s head as her tail moved to rest between his legs, the large lady laying on her back with her head and neck resting against the tree, her dress up on her belly, keeping her loins exposed as the cop stood between her spread legs. She looked down at him, seeing his shaft, still chubby but not hard. Could she get him to go one more time?
“Ahh!” he shuddered as she reached forward and gently grasped his sensitive shaft. She looked into his face and pulled on it, which coaxed him to step forward before he kneeled before her, his balls resting on the base of her tail as she slowly stroked her hand along his slicked shaft. Highclaw felt numb for a moment, but he was soon feeling how her soft yet strong hand deftly danced along his shaft, slipping away to cup his moist balls before returning to his shaft. She didn’t focus purely on his shaft, so that may have been the reason Highclaw was returning to full hardness again.
“I see you can still perform.” she said in her stoic tone.
“Y-yeah… Not too hard with a lovely lady such as yourself.” he said, causing her eyes to snap up and look him in the face. Even with his hat down, she could see he was both earnest in his statement, yet also nervous in saying it.
“Once more.” she said as she guided his shaft to her moist opening, then used one of her feet to press on his butt and abruptly sink him into her. He was caught off guard as he somewhat fell forward and was now laying across her soft belly. He gave her a hugging squeeze as he looked up at her and noted her eyes looked… softer. It was very subtle, but it brought an ease to him as he lay on her. Highclaw loved this position; while many thought it was too simple, he felt that the intimacy of this position coupled with the range of movement was just too pleasing. Moving only his hips, he began moving at a smooth, medium pace as he lay against her soft, vanilla smelling body.
Hide was surprised; at this angle, his shaft’s firm upwards turn and the way he moved his hips made him grind firmly against her front wall, giving a deep seated thrumming in her body that made a tremble echo through her insides that only grew more potent as time passed. She expected to be worked up to another climax, but this felt different, more focused. She could feel how she wanted to breathe harder, but she resisted the reflex. The same could not be said for the rest of her body.
Highclaw’s hands gently rubbed at her sides as he moved his hips, pressing deep into her soft, hot insides, feeling her tail cradling his loins. He then… felt her tail twisting it’s tip with his own? He didn’t look at it, just continued to keep his pace. It was so relaxing this way, not feeling like he was in a rush, just moving at his own pace. He then felt her thighs trembling every time he pressed into her. Soon, he could also feel her stomach vibrating on every thrust. Her soft stomach was growing steadily harder and more tense as her insides did the same, but it was not like before. He felt her intertwined tail squeeze his own before a very harsh tremble vibrated through her gut, her thighs giving a single twitching spasm before her insides grew so tight, he felt he was going to be pushed out of her, which was then followed by a sudden massive splattering squirt against his loins. He looked up at her face, still ridgid, but evidently straining as she had what must have been a very hard climax, yet she did an incredible job of not showing it. He slowed his movements to a standstill for a moment, feeling that her breathing, while still deep, was slightly shaky. She suddenly placed a single hand on his back. He smiled at her face and resumed his movements, her wordless signal pleasing him greatly as he huffed, not afraid of working himself up though another climax. Once more, that deep, hot coil in his loins tightened up, pushing downwards as his sack grew more snug and his shaft more rigid. He grunted and hugged her tighter as he pressed deep into her once more, his shaft throbbing and kicking inside of her, spilling another series of warm ropes inside of her, albeit somewhat thinner than before.
The two lay there for a while, steady breathing being the only noise between them for a while until there was a soft wet sound as his softening shaft slipped out of her. Once that happened, she tapped his shoulder with a finger. He sat up to look at her before she placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back, making him lose his balance and fall onto his butt. She rather swiftly stood up and stretched her arms up, her dress falling back down into place and making her look completely publicly acceptable, even as she brushed the bits of dirt and greens off of her body.
“That was rather acceptable. Certainly more than I was expecting.” she said, resuming her powerful tone. Highclaw felt very small as he sat there on the ground without his pants, just a wet crotch.
“Happy to be of service, Ma’am.” he said, very unsure of what would happen next.
“I have another task I require of you, however it will need to take place at my place.” she said, reaching into her handbag (which she kept on her arm the entire time) and pulling out what looked like a business card. Highclaw blinked and stood up, going to take it from her, but she kept a firm grip on it. He looked at her face.
“Ma’am?” he questioned, only to be greeted by a very tame smile on her face, ever so gently turning the corners of her mouth up. It wasn’t anything special had it come from anyone else, but coming from her, it was to be cherished.
“Please, call me Hide when we’re alone.” she said as she let go of the card and turned away. “I expect you at my place before sundown. Don’t disappoint.” she said as she powerfully strolled out between the bushes. He peeked his head through said bushes and watched her walk off, even as dribbles of fluids dotted the ground as she walked away. He looked at the card, noting an address on it, then he pulled out his vest pocket watch.
He only had an hour left on his shift and sundown wasn’t for another three hours. He smiled as he returned to his clothes and pocketed the card; an hour in wet sticky clothing would surely be worth what she had in store for them later, especially if he could see that smile again.
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