1 comments/ 47182 views/ 3 favorites Lady Cop By: jernigan This story should ideally be read after "Rachel and Picabo Street: A Fantasy," as some of the same characters are involved. Lady Cop "Where?" There was doubt in her voice. "Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, right?" She laughed. "Let's go. Your car." They drove west on Florence, Ramona resting her hand on her upper thigh. At one red light she reached across with her right hand and pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her gasp and her eyes tear. They seemed to be headed toward LAX. Ramona said, "Turn left on Sepulveda," and now she was sure they were going to the airport, which heightened her nervousness. What could that mean? But Ramona said, "Make the next right and park in the lot behind the building on the corner." That building had a red neon sign high on a windowless wall that read" Jet Strip" in script. She felt even more troubled, a stirring in her stomach, as she parked the car. This is a strip club, she thought. Is she going to make me give a lap dance to a stranger? And for the first time since her initial visit to Ramona's home, she was tempted to boIt. Ramona sensed her discomfort. "It's not what you think, Rach. We'll only be here a little while." They got out of the car, and she trailed Ramona around the comer to the entrance. Inside they were met by pounding music and, though not yet noon, near total darkness. Across the room, under hot white lights, a topless girl with impossibly huge round tits writhed against a pole. Ramona stood behind her and with a hand in the small of her back urged her forward. Their path was immediately blocked by a linebacker-sized young man in a too-tight suit wearing a headset. "Can I help you, ladies? Oh, Ramona, good to see ya. Here to see your sister?" "Yeah, Jason." "Okay. She just finished her set. Know where her dressing room is?" He gestured to his left, to a door with a glowing exit sign over it. ''Yeah, I know where it is. Thanks, Jason." Again with a hand in the small of her back, she guided her through the door and down a narrow, cheaply paneled hallway that reeked of disinfectant. Ramona stopped at the second door on the left and knocked. They heard scrambling sounds inside before a voice said, "Come in." Ramona opened the door, and they saw a brightly lit makeup table with two metal folding chairs stationed side by side. To the left, on a battered couch, sat two girls, young and petite, one blonde and light-skinned, the other black, strippers evidently, as they wore only panties and bras. The black girl was hastily arranging her breasts, which were unusually large for a girl with such a slim build, in her bra. There was an awkward pause. The blonde broke the silence. "Mony, I forgot it was today you said you were coming." "That's okay, baby." She addressed the black girl. "Latisha, I need to speak privately to my sister, okay?" Latisha kept her eyes lowered. "Sure, okay. I gotta go dance anyway." She slunk out of the room. Ramona spoke to the blonde. "Raq, you know I don't like that girl. What are you foolin' with her for? She's trash. Her whole family is knuckleheads. I know because I've busted most of them." "I know, I know." "Look, I don't want to bust your balls. I brought my friend here to meet you. Say hello to Rachel. Rachel, this is my sister, well, my half sister actually, Raquel." For the first time Raquel looked at the other blonde in the room, and her eyes widened and her mood brightened. "Oh, wow, Mony, where did you find this girl? She's beautiful. Hi, Rachel." She bounced off the couch and came over and kissed her cheek. Rachel, for her part, also liked what she saw. Raquel was shorter than she, maybe five foot four, and she was certainly younger than Ramona, who was 35, maybe only 21. She was clearly a bottle blonde and had small breasts; but her facial features were perfectly proportioned, and her large brown eyes were catlike, almost Asiatic, which she loved. She also admired her shapely calves and thighs and her small, tight ass as she tumed back to sit on the couch. She began to relax. She thought, I can't believe these two are related. They couldn't possibly be more different. Ramona spoke to her sister. "When you gotta dance again?" "Three o'clock." "Cool. We got time then. Let's go over to your place. You're closer. Get some clothes on." "Yeah, definitely." She flashed a mouthful of straight white teeth. In the car Ramona again rested her hand on her thigh. She thought, she's showing her sister I belong to her. That's okay, I like that. I am her possession. Is she going to make me have sex with Raquel, or make her watch us? Whatever it was, she was game. She had had sex with two women before, with Picabo and Picabo's friend Therese, and that had been thrilling. Raquel chattered away. She sat in the back seat but was leaning forward, resting her forearms on the front seats. She talked practically in her ear, and again she thought how different the sisters were. Raquel talked about her and Ramona's fathers, how abusive they had been, nothing but a couple of alcoholics, how fucked-up their mother's taste in men was, it was the reason they were both gay. Then she interrupted herself to say, "Oh, Mony, I almost forgot. The Mother Superior party is next Saturday, not this one, the next one. You're going, aren't you?" "Totally. You know, I forgot too, but, you know, I got that weekend off, thank God." She turned to Rachel. "Hey, Rach, isn't that the weekend your husband will be away?" "Uh, yeah." She felt defensive once again. "Well, if you're free, you totally got to come. It's madness, the most insane lesbian party ever." "Okay." The uneasiness persisted. She was being drawn further into this world and didn't know if it's what she wanted. Just then Raquel chimed in. "That's my building on the right." She pointed to a nondescript, several-story apartment building. "You can park in back." They trooped to the second floor, and Raquel unlocked a door midway down the hallway. Inside she was stunned by the clutter she saw. Raquel saw her reaction and said, "It's the maid's day off." She trilled a laugh. "Oh, fuck it, we're not here to have tea." She led the way to a bedroom. The bed was a mattress on top of another on the floor. It wasn't made. Magazines, CDs and a takeout container were strewn across the sheets. A shabby easy chair was by the door. Raquel pushed a button on the boombox that sat on a bureau. Mariah Carey sprang to life. Ramona said to Rachel, "Sit down," and pointed at the easy chair. She sat down. What she saw next totally shocked her. Ramona pulled her sister close and gave her an open-mouth kiss. Raquel didn't resist and even put an arm around her neck. She could see each had her tongue in the other's mouth. Raquel darted her eyes over to her while they kissed. She broke it off. "Look at you, Rachel. Such a prude." Her tone was lightly mocking. "We been doing this since I was 13. She was my first. She made me what I am." Ramona responded by pushing her on the bed. "Get up and clean that shit off." She got up, seized the top sheet in her hands and with one flick sent everything clattering against the far wall. Ramona grabbed her neck. "Get on your knees and crawl over to my girlfriend and lick her pussy. Rachel, take your clothes off." She did so, and in a moment Raquel was between her legs, saying, "Oh, baby, this is so sweet, and you are so wet." She easily slid a finger into her pussy and attacked her mound with her mouth. She settled lower in the chair, grateful to receive the attention, and closed her eyes. She opened them when Raquel began to moan and her tongue lost its rhythm. She saw Ramona was kneeling behind her sister and wearing something that looked very much like Big Daddy. She was forcefully fucking her. Ramona met her eyes. "Hit her. Slap that cunt's face." She did. She had never done anything like that before. She was always the receiver. "Did that feel good?" She nodded. Weirdly, it had felt good. Raquel had resumed her steady tonguing, and she was close to coming. "Do it again." She did, and her back arched away from the chair as the orgasm overtook her. Lady Cop "Oh, thank you, Peek." Their eyes began to tear, and they embraced again, kissing lightly. Picabo smiled and said, "Okay, party's waiting. And just because you belong to Cheryl now doesn't mean we aren't going to have fun this afternoon. And in the future." She led her by the hand to the main room. Everyone was gathered there, all naked, in various configurations, which were certain to change over the course of the afternoon. The room's furniture had been pushed against the walls, and mattresses dragged in. In the center of the room was what looked to be a gymnast's balance beam. Where had that come from? she wondered. Ice buckets nestling champagne bottles were scattered about, as were empty or half-filled glasses. Glancing around she saw that Ramona, wearing Big Daddy, was poised to plunge into Ashley's already gaping asshole. Ashley dutifully had reached back to pull her asscheeks as far apart as possible. She saw that an ottoman fulcrumed Raquel, head and knees nearly touching the floor as her torso rested on its surface. Therese knelt on her right knee on the ottoman. She had removed her artificial lower left leg and strapped on Stumpy in its place, and was steadily plowing Raquel's rectum. Raquel's loud cries and filthy monologue filled the room. Rachel's eyes finally found Cheryl, who stood apart holding a glass and wearing the thickest, longest black strapon of all. She admired Cheryl's body. Despite being in her mid 50s, Cheryl, a workout fanatic, was buff, had even the faint outlines of a six-pack. She was a compact woman, with narrow shoulders, a short torso and small but firm tits and ass. Still, she radiated strength and was clearly the alpha female in this group. Cheryl approached her, put an arm around her waist and kissed her. "Darling, I"m so glad you're here. As you can see we've already begun the proceedings. I asked the girls to get here at 11:00 and I guess we just couldn't wait. But I wanted you, as the guest of honor, to arrive last and get the spotlight." Cheryl moved away to pour her some champagne. They talked and drank, holding each other as the fucking went on around them. They had a second drink, which Cheryl urged her to drink rapidly. She poured for a third time, then tapped her glass. "Ladies, ladies," she said, and the sex ceased. "Get yourselves a drink. I want to propose a toast." Everyone got to her feet and found a glass. Cheryl raised hers. "To Rachel. Welcome to our tribe and to my arms." She was saluted, and they all drank. Cheryl said, "Darling, why don't you join us in nakedness?" She quickly doffed her clothes, though she draped everything carefully over the arm of a sofa. Cheryl came over to her and began to caress her pussy. Then she finger-fucked her, adding a second finger as she got wetter and a thumb to circle the clit. Cheryl sensed she was close to orgasm and said to Ramona, "Stand behind her and catch her if she falls," which is exactly what happened about twenty seconds later when the firestorm hit her. Ramona did prevent her from crashing to the floor when her legs gave way. She pulled her up and held her close, pressing her thigh against her buttocks. She put her mouth close to her ear to whisper, "I'm gonna miss you, baby. You don't know how much. But we'll always be friends and we'll have out times together." She put her tongue in her ear, then nibbled a bit on its lobe. After more champagne she was on all fours in the tub in one of the bathrooms, receiving an enema. She relieved herself in front of the whole crew. Another round of drinks was followed by a second enema. Cheryl said, "She's squeaky clean now and such a good girl." Then she found out what the balance beam was for. With contributions from everyone she was suspended under one end of the beam, utterly subjugated, using a combination of scarves and velvet rope in such a way that her widespread rear end was offered up at waist level. Cheryl had pride of place. She lubricated her dildo by masturbating it as a guy would his dick. She pressed her cock to the sphincter. "Tell me you want this, Rachel my love." "Please fuck my ass, mistress." It was. All afternoon Cheryl, Ramona, Picabo and Therese took turns using her that way, and Ashley and Raquel serviced her cunt and breasts. Cheryl's toast echoed in her mind all the while -- "Welcome to our tribe."