0 comments/ 12732 views/ 1 favorites Airport Trouble By: BlushinAngel Mercedes hadn’t seen Travis in months. It was stupid really, he hadn’t even told her he was leaving, he didn’t owe it to her, but she felt abandoned. She sat, back straight against the solid frame of the chair in the wide airy span of the airport terminal. For a Tuesday the walk ways and surrounding terminals were fairly deserted, only a few lazy passengers lugging carry-ons toward baggage claim. There weren’t any ecstatic families meeting, or whopping groups of people exiting from the gates. Merci brushed a long strand of dark red hair from her face, long slender fingers brushing against her delicately soft cheek. Plump pink lips parted in a sigh that raised her shoulders several inches. Looking down at the shiny gold watch on her narrow wrist she rolled her eyes, why had she decided to be so terribly early for her flight? Usually she was hopping around her apartment right now with only one shoe on, tossing things at a suitcase propped up on her bed, searching for the ticket. Merci’s hair would still have been wet from the extra long shower she shouldn’t have taken, and she would be practically frantic. These days she always prepared things in advance, had so much time on her hands. She used to visit him at his studio, watch him edit movies, then they’d make love against his computer desk, he’s slam her backward against the monitor. She’d giggle about how expensive the equipment was, how he should be careful, and he’d only enter her harder and faster. She felt so helpless at his hands, but safe too. He’d never hurt her, he loved her too much. Then he was gone as quickly as he’d come into her life. One day she’d auditioned for a movie a director at his studio was working on. She’d come in; ready to seduce her way into the part. There was Travis, blonde hair falling over one eye as he leaned one leg against the secretary’s desk, muted grey shirt pulled tautly over his firm build. When he had looked up at her with serene steel blue eyes she’d felt her breath sink into her pushed up chest. He looked down at his clip board; eyes rolled looking over her provocative outfit and laughed. He’d informed her that the part was not for a hooker and sent her back toward the auditioning room. She’d been so embarrassed; she tried to pull at the bottom of her short black slip dress, and secure the spaghetti straps. She had let her long luscious red locks down, and then on second thought realized she looked even easier. She’d been in the process of pulling the mess of curls back up when he’d stepped in the audition room. Travis had carried himself with complete confidence, shoulders back, head raised straight above his shoulders. His feet had come down on the floor softly. She had paused watching him as if there was no other visual stimulation around. “No sense in that,” he’d referred to her loose locks smirking, “just take a seat.” He’d motioned toward a plush bottomed chair. His eyes had been on her face, not her full lush cleavage like most men. Merci had sat, crossing those bare exposed limbs at the knee, hands at the edge of her ever shortening dress, a rosiness of pink rising in her cheeks and earlobes. She’d tried to gather her composure, she needed that job, hadn’t worked in months. It’d turned out Jason; the director was not going to coming in. The rest was history, she’d seduced him, or had he seduced her? That familiar tinge of color came back to her cheeks now thinking about it and she squeezed her thighs together sighing once more. Another hour before her flight would even be in the gate. Delays could keep her sitting in this hard terminal seat for maybe two, or three hours. Placing one elbow on the rest she lowered her chin on one upturned palm. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Travis rolled the blue ball point pen between two fingers. Brow wrinkling in frustration as he put pen to paper once more making a check list. New camera lens, black and white film, replacement 35mm camera, tripod, four female actresses, five male, green screen, the list went on and on adding to his headache. Eyes drifted upwards again, this commute was taking almost an hour longer than usual. “Stewardess?” His voice called out in a rich slow purr. Head turned sideways to look out into the open aisle of the roomy 757 plane his company owned, “Miss?” “Yes Mr. Meredith?” A pretty redhead stewardess approached him. The all too friendly smile plastered on her face showed her irritation. “Any idea what the hold up is? I have a meeting in just a little more than an hour and we still haven’t even reached the airport. I have never had a problem with this airline before and I would be delighted if I did not have to find another service provider.” Travis made his voice cutting. His frustration poured out, it didn’t help that her long locks reminded him of his ex-girlfriend’s; he momentarily wondered if they were as silky were he to brush his fingers against them. She had frustrated him too. Never available, always busy, he had finally packed up and left for his business trip a month ago without telling her. Why bother, she would have business to tend to and wouldn’t be willing to join him anyway. “We are really very sorry Mr. Meredith, but there has been a hold up at the tower and they are holding off landing until it can be cleared up.” The stewardess explained, carefully, watching his furrowing brows. “On a Tuesday?” “Yes, it seems they do not have an open terminal for the size of our plane. They mainly use small planes during the week. The wait will not be much longer.” “As you can tell I have turned on the ‘fasten your seatbelts’ sign, we will be landing shortly, in about three minutes,” the pilot cut in. The redheaded stewardess looked relieved as she smiled once more before nodding to his buckled belt. “See that wasn’t all that bad was it? Travis shrugged and returned to his list only to be distracted once more by the thoughts racing through his head. Long legs that wrapped around him in bed, glittering electric blue eyes, there wasn’t a damned thing that didn’t remind him of her. Shaking his head, as if he could rid her memory with that simple act he returned full attention to his list. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Mercedes sighed lifting her head once more. “Time for a coke,” she murmured to herself and stood, clutching her tiny hand purse, and headed toward the vending machines near the bathrooms. She had only walked for a brief moment when she saw a tall blonde man lifting a carry on bag to his shoulder and heading toward baggage claim. Out of his unzipped case fell a stack of papers and they fluttered to the beige carpet floor. He seemed oblivious, and despite the weird sensation she felt in her chest she picked up her pace until she was almost running toward him. “Stop, Sir, your papers!” She gasped, grabbing his arm, despite what her instincts told her. The firm muscle beneath her grip rippled as the head turned toward her. Her mouth opened in a tiny yelp as those familiar eyes iced over looking at her. “Mercedes D’Lourdez, greetings.” Travis’ tone was so icy she frowned. He let the bag down, leaning against one well rounded calf. “How the hell have you been?” He spoke to her as if she were an old buddy from college. “I seem to remember you disappeared, not me, so don’t pretend like you didn’t know where I was all along.” She bit back more furious words. She wanted to talk to him, even if it was going to be brief. Then she suddenly regretted stopping him. His eyes went from detachment to anger so quickly it felt like hands literally pushing her back. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Where the hell was he? Trapped inside one of his own cliché movie plots? Where had she come from? Mercedes stood before him, eyes flashing, challenging him. Hell yeah he had left her, for good reason. Even that fact didn’t stop him from giving her a once over. Same trim figure, pouty mouth and incredibly plush hair. She held a tiny purse in her hand, gripping it so tightly her knuckles had whitened. If this was so traumatic for her why had she stopped him? Well he wasn’t going to allow this to get out of hand, he needed to hurry anyway. “Well, however you remember it, good to see you, afternoon Mercedes.” He lifted his bag back to his shoulder and took a few steps back noticing the papers as if she hadn’t uttered a breath about them. He stooped, strong muscles in his legs bending, his firm butt rounding as he collected the papers and put them back, then proceeded to walk away. “That’s it? Still a workaholic I see, without a single care for anything else. Not even two minutes to say a few consoling words to a woman you bedded for nearly a year?” He groaned, she was starting, trying to get him to stick around and listen to her heartbreak. What about his? “If that is how you see things as they were, fine. I bedded you for a year, thanks for that; I really have to leave now.” She could really be a selfish bitch. He shrugged at her narrowing eyes and walked away. If she expected him to drop everything because she was standing there, she was as naïve as ever. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ She growled and shook with anger. How could he just walk away, couldn’t he see her pain? Somehow she thought he would sweep her off her feet, apologize and everything would be fine. That obviously was not going to be the case. Her hands trembled so badly she dropped her purse, she focused downward on it. She cursed with anger and picked it up. He was only a few yards away, Mercedes tilted her arm backward and sent the bag hurling toward him. Satisfaction crept into her as it struck him squarely between the shoulder blades. That didn’t last long because he didn’t seem the least deterred by her violent act. His pace did not skip a beat. “Fuck you Travis. I hope your job fulfills you because you never fulfilled me.” Something had to get to him. “At least I tried to make it work for you.” His voice was even as he stopped. He turned so slowly it was hard to tell if he was actually going to face her. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Running off for business all the time is trying?” “I always asked you to come with me.” He defended. “I often suggested that we make it a romantic vacation, but you always had to stay here.” He closed his eyes momentarily as if he could see her face every time she made the excuses. Her huffy attitude, her short cutting sentences as if he hadn’t even asked her. Those excuses made a man wonder. “I had acting jobs here. I couldn’t just leave them.” “But yet I had to leave my jobs? Bullshit Merci and you know it. Merci you can be so selfish.” He spit the cutting words out, and then paused realized he had used his nickname for her as easily as he had before. “Oh.” He grimaced as her defeated response. He hadn’t really meant to insult her so openly. Her bottom lip quivered and her cheeks looked as if someone had pinched them. She nodded her head maybe twice, he couldn’t tell because he was thinking about his own pain. Mercedes had ripped his heart out, and served it to her acting buddies. She spent so much time there he wondered if they had ever really pursued a relationship. Travis sighed, but if there wasn’t anything genuine there why was he so love struck over the glossy haired beauty? “If I’m such a harpy why do you still call me Merci? You used that as a pet name. I’d appreciate you don’t slander the one thing good between us. Admit it was sex, great sex, but nothing more. We were both disappointed when we lost the fuck buddy. So how the hell have you been Travis Meredith?” She had thrown the ball back, and now the fight was on. How did she do this to him? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ She shook her head a few times, ridding herself of the tears that nagged at her eyelids, daring to drop down onto those reddening cheeks. Asshole. Fucking asshole. He could make her feel so dumb when he turned his successful businessman attitude onto her. She had to cut him, and it had to be deep. Chances are she wouldn’t succeed, but Mercedes was going to try. “You just said it wasn’t even fulfilling. So which was it Mercedes? Great sex or unfulfilling, because it can’t be both.” Travis glared at her once more setting the bag down from his wide shoulder. What was he pulling now, did he remember all the dumb things she did and said? His somber tone wore her nerves thin and she just couldn’t imagine continuing down this road with him. “Forget it, I did, I really don’t even remember the sex, I just wanted to spare your manhood. It’s been so long since we ma…had sex that I don’t recall much of any of it. So I’m guessing it wasn’t great sex at all.” Mercedes bit her bottom lip grateful she hadn’t spilled out the words made love. That would have given away the passion she felt just standing next to him. The way his eyes ripped every shred of clothing from her body ages before his hands ever claimed the hot territory. “Don’t remember it huh?” Travis moved as smooth as an ebony panther and grasped her upper arms firmly; he swung her over his shoulder and spanked her toned bottom several times with moderate force, emitting yelps from Merci. “What in the hell? We are in a public place you can’t treat me like a fucking whore!” Merci gasped, hair toppling over the crown of her head, making a veil that prevented her from seeing. Casually, as if he were doing something immensely ordinary, he reached down and picked up his travel bag and headed toward a restroom. Thankfully no planes had arrived so there was no one in the terminal area. He crossed the wide expanse of hallway and went directly into a women’s restroom he knew had to be empty for no one had entered nor left in the length of the argument. The travel bag was dropped recklessly, for as many important things it contained, to the side as he switched the lock. “Merci, Merci, Merci….” His words cooed as he let her down on the sink so she was sitting about level with his torso. Travis curled his fingers through her toppled hair and brushed it endearingly back into place. With two fingers he tilted her chin upward, and placed his other hand into the back of her hair to pull her backward. With her head back and her lips up he held her in place, taking the advantage of the situation. “Travis, just quit ok? Someone could have seen us, and I don’t wish to be here with you.” “Well start wishing baby, because I don’t think I want to let you go.” Travis murmured as he increased the force downward on her hair and lifted her chin a bit more. “Stop playing. This is stupid,” Merci’s voice whined, she’d made him angry, flecks of anger danced in his clear eyes. “But you are so fun to play with doll,” having said that Travis released her chin and pushed her knees apart with his hand, widening them enough to fit his body between them. His body had closed in on her, and she felt the heat rush warmly down her creamy upper thighs to zero into the depth of her womanhood. She blushed, eyes wide, surprised that he still had the same effect of her body. Suddenly Travis’ hot mouth lowered down onto hers, capturing her plump lips in a sweetly slow kiss. The pressure on her hair ceased as he moved both hands to her shoulders to lift her into his powerful kiss. Mercedes mouth opened in a sigh and Travis took the opportunity to run the tip of his tongue along her top teeth. Her hands grasped at his biceps as she stroked her tongue along his, lips sensuously pleasing the other’s as their tongues flicked and moved about between them. It was too much to bear as Merci whimpered into Travis’ mouth. He let her go, but not because he had changed his mind. Travis stood, looking down at those piercing blue eyes searching his face for the love they once shared. He smirked; brow rising like it always did when he had something up his sleeve, and his hands lifted to brush against her soft flushed cheek. “What an effect I have on you Merci! Thought you didn’t wish to be here with me?” He had the upper hand, it was obvious, but he wanted her to say it. “You fucking bastard, don’t act as though you can twist me around…” Travis’ hot mouth caught hers again, not allowing her to finish her empty sentence. The way her fingers curled around his lower thighs, it was obvious she was twisted around his finger, but that was certainly not where he wanted her twisted for long. He knew things must progress at a quicker pace, that meeting was still waiting regardless of what hot body was opening to him in a women’s restroom. He released her pulsing lips, looking down with a congenial smirk. “Such nasty words come pouring out of that mouth, but you still taste like pure sugar Merci. Who ever taught you to talk like that?” “Fuck you.” “Don’t tempt me beautiful, regrettably there is not time anyway. I’ve got meetings to attend, and more willing candidates to bring into my bedroom.” Travis turned his body side ways and slid from between her knees and leaned down retrieving his luggage. Looking back to the flustered woman on the sink he gave a half hearted wave and flipped the lock. “Travis….” “Just leave it alone. Just catch your flight; we’ll be heading opposite directions again. That seems to work best.” “No.” With that Merci lifted herself to the ground and closed the distance between their bodies, her mouth hotly rushing to press against his, their tongues moving against each other, tasting and feeling. Once more the luggage was forgotten as he released it to lock the door again. Hands massaged and rememorized shapes and textures as they once knew them to be. Mercedes slipped his suit jacket down his shoulders. Those same nimble fingers removed his tie and added it to the floor moving on to twirl buttons loose, leaving a vertical stripe of tanned chest. The shirt joined the jacket on the floor and Merci let her lips and tongue tease a path down his strong jaw line and neck to one shoulder. Cupping the hard muscle beneath one palm she began the luxurious journey with her teeth, nibbling and paying attention to each inch of warm flesh before she reached her destination of his other shoulder. Travis moaned tilting his head back, his own hands cupping generous handfuls of Merci’s plump breasts. He’d gotten his upper hand, and now he smiled, leaning down a bit to momentarily smell the sweet peach fragrance of her hair. Merci’s tongue swept into the delve between Travis’ muscled abs until she was on her knees, his hands at her shoulders containing her long locks. Fingers once more loosened the button on his pants, and grated the zipper downward on its track. She looked up at him, like caught doing a crime, and placed her palm over the hard bulge in his boxers. “I’m the only one responding huh?” Hot flesh pulsating beneath her palm, she bit her round bottom lip, and finally let her hand get through to his glorious package. Light colored skin stretched tight over his thick cock, the head already beginning to turn crimson and shiny with precum. She gasped remembering the sensations he’d caused her to feel in the past and smiled up at him. “You are enjoying what you see Merci?” He almost growled the words, his body trembling with lust. “Didn’t I always?” With that her long pink tongue whipped out of her mouth and flicked across the wet hole of his manhood while she held him straight out firmly in her fist. Then she dipped her head down and allowed him entrance into her waiting mouth, only two inches creeping their way over her tongue before she locked lips around the head tightly. She delivered pure heat to the trapped inches, licking and gently sucking on the firm part of him. Travis felt weak in the knees, his skin aflame with the torturous pleasure she was inflicting upon his hard cock. He shut his eyes, and then let his shoulders lean back against the wall supporting him as she continued her magic between his legs. Her tongue flashed and crawled in a sumptuous dance over his cock before she began dipping her head to allow him complete access to her entire mouth. Mercedes allowed his entire eight inches to pierce her open lips, until she could feel him dipping into the confines of her throat. She swallowed slightly pulling the bulky head downward, pressure squeezing him firmly. She then let him slip out so she could begin the monotonous but never boring dipping and pulling of the up and down work she was giving to his heated rod. Airport Trouble It was too much; Travis grabbed Merci’s shoulders and gently pulled her to her feet. He couldn’t let himself spoil the moment by ending it so quickly. He did not even care about some meeting in town that would probably drag him away from Mercedes again. “God baby, I would let you keep going, but it seems there is a problem.” He oozed the words, full of worry yet his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh no, did I do something wrong?” Playing coy was easy for Merci. “I have to taste you. Its life or death. Now.” With that Travis lifted her once more onto the edge of the sink pushing her black knee length skirt well above her knees to hang around her slim waist. It was his turn to hit his knees before her making him just about level with her pink thong nestled between delicious buns. He reached out with two fingers and drew a line down the crotch of her panties, pressing harder as he reached the cloth over her aching clit. He smiled as she shuddered opening her legs wider than before. “How beautiful Mercedes, you are so wet for me baby. So dripping wet your panties are dripping just like your pussy. Oh god, can I touch you? Let me touch you.” Travis knew dirty words made Merci shiver. “Touch me.” That was all it took, one finger pulled the thong aside as another dipped into the slick moisture of her quim, tracing a circle around her delightful bud, but never caressing it. He felt her tense, and reached with his other hand to grasp one heaving breast in his gentle palm, massaging her through her clothing he dipped his head forward and stuck his tongue out to make brief but firm contact with her clit. Mercedes hips bucked, but Travis was not discouraged, one finger slid into her moist channel, digging and swirling about. His digit drawing coos and gurgles from her, he sucked deeply on her clit, pulling its length into his mouth. He added another finger to add more pressure to her drooling cunt, his lips nibbling at her hot button still. Travis soon noticed Mercedes shoulders slumped against the cool mirror above the sink, and how her hips twitched. Soon she was gushing all over his penetrating fingers, wetting his lips with her sweet and tangy juices. He didn’t need a personal invitation; he just stood and rammed his flexing hard-on into her clenching pussy. Merci’s eyes opened, then widened as he filled her completely again and again. His pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down to allow him access to her pert nipples, his tongue now fascinated with the warm texture. His hips swayed in a slightly circular motion as he brought himself deeper between her knees. Desire dampened her even more as she bounced beneath his pounding girth. She felt the need to orgasm again begin in her stomach, rolling upward forcing blood past her ears in a hot rush. She placed a groping hand on his shoulder, begging him to stop as she shuddered against him. Mercedes pulled back from him and slid off the counter then turned arching her ass into the air. Slightly tan ass cheeks parted as she held herself open. Travis took the opportunity to rebury his cock deep within the warm welcoming walls of Merci’s pussy. He thrust into her, his palms coming down with a loud smack on each side of her bottom, leaving red handprints beneath. She jumped at the rough contact, and began thrusting back into him. It was too much, her pussy slurping and gripping him as she propelled herself into the crevice his flat abs created for her ass, and his hands that pulled her there. He gasped; sweat beginning at his blonde hairline as he bucked upward. She rolled her body backward creating some side to side action. He didn’t want to stop. Once more he removed his trembling cock from her and turned her around, kissing her swollen mouth, his hands removing the last of the clothing separating their desperate bodies. He then turned her so she was standing before him, legs slightly askew and began thrusting himself against but not into her pussy. Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck, and lifted one leg around his hip, allowing him to slide into her once more. As she levered herself up and down with the leg she had left on the ground he thrust in and out, it made the friction delectably powerful. It didn’t require much movement for him to feel each inch of her glorious opening, and left his hands to wander about her body. He brushed the back of his knuckles against her nipples, and across her belly. He was so beautiful; he groaned needing her even more. Their mouths locked as he felt his cock twitch for the last time slipping his creamy cum into her spasming cunt. She trembled in orgasm; their mouths clashing again and again as she finally lost her balance and fell backward into his waiting arms until their bodies calmed. After several minutes of letting themselves rest Mercedes opened her eyes, electric blue and satisfied. “Travis, I think you have reminded me.” “Of what my sweet?” “The sex was great, it was amazing.” She lifted herself to kiss him softly. Looking about at the clothes strewn about the bathroom she laughed softly. “Of course it was amazing. Now I really must get to that meeting, late or not.” After saying so he began reassembling himself into his business attire. Once his tie was tightened at his throat again, he turned seeing she had composed herself as well. “Can I see you tonight Travis?” Her eyes beamed with some sort of hope. “I’m really not sure; this was only a walk down memory lane. I wanted to regain the manhood you claimed you were trying to spare. It is just too bad I lost a fuck buddy right?” The anger and hurt was alive in him again. Maybe between them sex was only that, sex. It was time to catch that limo. He turned not even listening to the nagging words she was spilling. “What you are saying now is not as pleasurable on my ears as the grunting and cooing from moments before. Save it doll face.” And Travis was gone; carry on bag over his broad shoulder striding down the walk way to another meeting. Airport Troubles Kyla Anderson was walking briskly, pushing her heavy trolley with as much force as she could muster. Her plane had landed just thirty minutes ago at airport. She was in a hurry. Anyone could deduce that from her gait. Her boyfriend was meant to meet her five hours ago, when she was supposed to arrive. But like all respectable travel lines, Pan Am's plane was four fucking hours late. What was it they had said? Oh yeah, "the flight to Los Angeles has been delayed blah-blah-blah". Fuckers! She looked around, trying to find her guy, to no avail. He had probably left after her call. She sighed and sat down on a chair, away from the commotion near the metal detectors. Some dude was being arrested. Kyla was so frustrated that she didn't see the nondescript woman approach her. She sat down behind her and quietly slipped a minuscule package inside her purse. Kyla didn't notice her as she was staring at the ceiling, wondering why she had accepted this job. Her purse was lying in the chair next to her and didn't appear to have been moved. The mysterious woman silently got up and left. Kyla got up, took her cargo bag and purse and marched to the toilets. She hadn't had time to make herself beautiful before the plane took off. She spent some time in the loo and looked in the mirror. No, this wouldn't do at all. She liked to be pretty. She opened her bag and took out her makeup kit. When she was finished, she put it back inside her bag and admired her handy work. She was superb. Long silky honey-blond hair that went to her hips, thin eyebrows, lustful green eyes, an elegant pointed nose, round lips that seemed to be locked in a constant pout and an angular face set on a long neck. She was 5"9, quite tall for a woman, had a 36B chest, a slim and somewhat muscular figure and legs that kept every guy's attention. She was, simply put, statuesque. She could have been a model. In fact, she had been a model. She had started her career at nineteen. For a while, it was fun. The glamour, the money, the magazine covers, the clothes, the fame... But it was all too easy. She was content with her job when one day she received a phone call. She had acquired a certain reputation in the business and a well-respected cosmetics company had offered her a real job. Not one where she would simply have to be pretty. One where she would use all her talents. Including her head, for she had brains. She had finished in the top ten of her class in high school. Modeling had put her through college, earning her a degree in business management. The job was that of spokeswoman for the company. She had signed on a few months after turning twenty-seven. She looked in the mirror once again, smoothed a couple of wrinkles on her aqua miniskirt and green top and exited the toilets. She was walking towards the exit, feeling calmer. She was almost out when a hand clamped on her shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am. Could you follow us please?" The question came from a security officer. Another one was walking towards them. Kyla was puzzled. Why would they want to talk to her? "What's wrong?" "We need you to follow us to the post, ma'am." "I'm not going anywhere until I know what this is all about." Her anger was steadily rising with each passing second. Who the fuck did these two jerks think they were? "We have reasons to believe that you're carrying drugs." Kyla couldn't stop herself. She laughed, only for a second, before covering her mouth and stifling her mirth. Drugs! These guys were dumb! "Excuse me," she said, after regaining her composure. "I think that's very unlikely. By all means, take me to the post." They walked to an off-limit part of the airport and led her to a dull gray room. It had black tinted windows through which you couldn't see. There was a single table and three chairs, all metal. There was also a lone pole in a corner, like in those striptease clubs. She dropped her bag on the table and plopped down on a chair. "Okay, what is it about?" "We told you, drugs. We think you may be carrying some. We have to search your bags," one of the officers told her. Kyla shook her head. "No way am I letting a guy go through my things. Sorry, but it's not gonna happen." The officer sighed. "What about a woman?" "That'd be okay." "All right. Wait here," he said as he and his colleague departed. She looked around. With nothing to do but wait, she tapped her fingers on the table. After five minutes the door opened. She looked up lazily. The officer was dressed in the usual blue and black uniform but she was nonetheless beautiful. Long auburn hair, round face, blue-eyed and nearly as tall as herself. The uniform seemed to mold itself on her skin. Her every curve was exposed and my... what curves those were. She wasn't as pretty as Kyla, with a few pimples scattered on her face, hips that were just a touch too large and hair a bit unruly. She gave Kyla the once-over, letting her gaze fall on the bag. "I'm told you're a bit uncooperative," she said, not even deigning to introduce her self. She had a haughty air about her that told Kyla she was high-ranking, maybe a lieutenant instead of a mere officer. She nodded. "There are some things that a woman doesn't let a man touch. You should know that," she said, leaning back in her chair. The officer smiled and offered her hand. "I'm Lieutenant Katie Morgan." They shook hands and Kyla noticed her strength in her grip. She opened her bag and slid it across the table to the officer. "There you go. I assure you, I have never touched drugs in my life." "They always say that before we get them," Katie muttered as she carefully took out and unfolded garments that would have had her arrested for indecent exposure a decade back. She emptied the bag and passed her hands on every surface, trying to find secret pockets. Nothing. She went through the clothes under the disinterested eyes of her 'guest'. Still nothing. She was about to give up when she saw the purse. "Hand over the purse." Kyla obeyed silently. Katie opened it and went through it before smiling. She took a hanky and slowly took out the tiny plastic bag. It contained a white powder, probably coke or heroin. Kyla hadn't noticed her as she was staring at one of the walls. She dropped the plastic on the table. Kyla turned her head at the sound and her jaw dropped. She stared at the thing on the table, barely registering the fact that a wide grin was splitting the lieutenant's face. She shook her head in silent denial before she found her voice. "It's not mine." "It never is, sweetheart." "I'm serious! I don't do drugs! It's bad for the body!" Kyla fairly screamed. The lieutenant was stoically watching the outburst. "I'm afraid I have to arrest you," she said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. She slapped them on Kyla's wrists. The cold metal made her shiver and tears welled in her eyes. She willed herself not to cry. Katie got up, put the plastic in her back pocket and exited the room. She went to get herself some coffee. She paused when she started to add sugar. That woman sounded sincere. She gazed at the sugar in the spoon. It looked every bit as the drugs. A plan formed in her mind. She smiled a wicked smile. Yes, she was going to enjoy this. It had been so long since her last time.... She drank the stinking liquid and headed for the room. It was soundproof, luckily. She strode in purposefully. She found her 'guest' anxiously sitting. "The boss asked me to search you," she said, locking the door. "You may be carrying other things." She took off the cuffs and led her to the pole in the corner. She passed the metal chain around the pole and cuffed Kyla again, effectively depriving her use of her arms. She looked at her ass. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this... She patted her clothes, feeling no bra under the top. She slowly descended to the lower back, her hands brushing the soft skin. Kyla shuddered as she felt a tingle. The officer reached her miniskirt and grabbed each of her buttocks in a hand. She squeezed them both, rubbing them through the material. What was this? This wasn't a normal search. She felt he hands slid along her legs to her feet. Her high heels were unceremoniously taken off. She felt the hands go up again. "What kind of search is this?" she demanded angrily. "Shut up," the officer hissed. She unzipped her mini and let it drop to the floor. The tiny string barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. Kyla felt fingers trace the contours of her ass. They worked their way to small elastic band and yanked it down, uncovering her precious fruit. Now, she was frightened. What did this woman want with her? She felt the fingers move to her entrance. The officer pressed herself against her back, a hand on her pussy, the other around her waist. Katie inhaled her victim's scent, smelling the lavender on her hair. She pinched her clit, softly at first then harder. A low moan resulted. She worked on the pussy more, enjoying the game. She abruptly dug two fingers inside the cunt and heard a sharp breath. "I have to search where you could have hidden the drugs," Katie whispered in Kyla's ears as her fingers rubbed the walls of the vagina. She slid in a third finger, working furiously now. Kyla shivered. She felt jolts going to her brain as the fingers slid in and out of her. She didn't question the officer anymore, merely welcomed the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The fingers moved faster until she gasped and her juices ran down her smooth legs. She felt the fingers linger then retreat. Katie brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. She put one finger into the hot vagina and put it under Kyla's nose. "What is that? We'll have to analyze it but I'm afraid that the lab is closed today. I'll have to do it manually." Kyla breathed in the intoxicating smell of her nectar. Her mind had long since shut down. Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm. She grabbed the pole and leaned on it as Katie dropped to her knees in front of her and clamped her mouth over her steaming cunt. Her tongue lapped the juice hungrily and explored the recesses of her fruit. It seemed animated with a life of its own as it moved around. Katie used her fingers in conjunction with her mouth. That little blonde bitch would not last long. She finger-fucked the pussy, letting her tongue caress the clit and opening. She felt the body tense and a second later heard a moan emanate from Kyla. Sweet juice flooded her face as she drank like a sailor. It flowed down her face and on the pair of legs in front of her. She let her victim rest, wiping her mouth with a hanky. Kyla was breathing heavily. She had only started to play. There was so much more to come... She went in front of her and took off the top, dropping it on the floor. The breasts were hard and the nipples erect. "Now what's this?" she asked softly. "It must be a cache for more drugs. I'll have to search them too." She stroked the twins lovingly, tweaking the nipples occasionally. She licked them and squeezed them. She placed the left one in her mouth and sucked on it like an infant. She scraped the flesh with her teeth, enjoying the cry from Kyla. She suckled on the flesh for a long time. Kyla couldn't believe it. She was being pleasured by a woman in a way no man had ever been able to. Her breathing quickened as Katie worked her liked never before. She felt a sharp scratch and cried out again. Katie switched to the other breast. She bit the nipple and nibbled on it, squeezing and rubbing the boob with her hand. She was starting to really enjoy this. The bitch also liked it. She decided to switch to something more 'exotic'. She bit the breast hard, drawing blood. She heard a cry but didn't concern herself with it. She sucked on the wound like a vampire, tasting the coppery liquid that flowed. Kyla couldn't believe it. That officer had bit her! She was feeling pain but the sucking gradually brought pleasure. She didn't know that being hurt could be so enjoyable... Katie released the tit she was sucking on and took a step back to admire the stunning body in front of her. The breast had swelled a little, but that couldn't be helped. She had done enough foreplay for now. Time to get serious, she went to the table and dropped her nightstick, gun, holster and everything hanging from her belt on the metal surface. She returned to Kyla and stood in front of her. She grabbed her lower face with her left hand in a vice-like grip and stared in her suddenly fearful eyes. "You're going to enjoy this, bitch. If you don't, I'll slap you," she whispered, savoring the fear on her victim's face. She returned to the table and picked up her nightstick. It resembled a Japanese -or Chinese, whatever-tomfa. It was long, nearly a foot and a half long and half again an inch thick. There was a five-inch long handle about six inches from one end. She twirled it in her hand and strode to Kyla. She raised the baton to eye level and held it by the handle in front of the bitch. She put the long end on the beginning of her cleavage and slowly went down to her cunt. Kyla didn't understand what that officer wanted. She had enjoyed herself so far, that much could not be denied, but... this was starting to look alarming. She felt the tip of the huge baton trail to her pussy. She tensed when it reached her clit. It started going in circles, rubbing her tingling sex. Katie had been right, the bitch was enjoying this. She played with her cunt some more before getting serious. She shoved the stick's longer end inside the woman. The small surprised cry was so... surprised, just a little bit pained and so... pleasant. She moved the stick slowly, not able to get more than nine inches inside. She accelerated a bit and heard a drawn-out moan. She continued until several low moans emanated from the body clinging to the bar in front of her. She increased her pace until she suddenly withdrew and backed up a couple of steps. The disappointed sigh was the sweetest thing she had heard since the beginning. She moved to behind that beautiful body glistening with sweat and undid the belt that held her pants. They slid to the ground and she stepped out of them, pulling her panties off. The clothes were stained and were emitting delicious scents. She put it under Kyla's nose and forced her nose into the stains with the stick. "You smell that? That's because of you. I couldn't get off because you came too easily. Well, bitch, if you want to cum, I'll make you cum." She rammed the baton inside her cunt. Kyla fairly screamed as it ripped through her pussy. It was big. Oh God, how it was big... No, "big" demeaned its length. It was FUCKING HUGE!!! The largest she had ever experienced was eight inches long and had been thinner. Her knees trembled. She was agonizingly adapting to this new invader. Her tormentor –or pleaser, depended on how you looked at it- was immobile, for now. Katie held the handle in her left hand and approached the trembling bitch. She liked the way she screamed. She was glad the room was soundproof. She looked at the end jutting out of the cunt and salivated at was to come. She slowing slid the six-inch end into her own steaming pussy, enjoying the feel of this 'cock' inside her. She slid her right arm around Kyla's waist, for support and stability –in both their cases. She breathed down her beautiful neck and kissed the lovely blonde hair getting in her face. She started moving slowly at first, then quickly picking up speed. That bitch was crying out loud every time the stick went inside her. The small end inside her was pressing against her walls, sending a jolt to her brain with each thrust. She moved faster, tightening her hold on the body in front of her. Kyla started to moan in between her cries. The 'cock' was starting to work its magic. She couldn't believe she was being taken by a security officer, and a woman at that. With a stick, no less. Her body started betraying her as she felt her pussy become hot. She couldn't hold back the torrent of liquid gushing down her legs. She was feeling sore between her legs from the treatment she was receiving. Katie felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction as she heard the long and loud moan. Or was it a cry? She felt the juices flow onto her legs as well as it dribbled down from between her victim's legs. She was really enjoying this! She increased her pace, pushing Kyla against the pole as she started pistoning her. She felt her own orgasm approaching as she moved even faster. A low guttural cry tore erupted from her throat as she came hard. Wave upon wave of pleasure flooded her mind. She nearly lost her grip on her bitch while coming. She rammed the stick home, feeling the end press her cunt walls. She stood stock-still, catching her breath. Kyla was silently weeping. Katie loved it. She had taken this bitch with a nightstick. A nightstick! This felt great. She slid off the small end and took out the massive baton from Kyla's cunt. It was glistening with cum. She licked it all clean before putting it back on the table. Kyla was still weeping while Katie put her clothes back on. She tossed her hair over her shoulders, took the plastic sac that had started all this and emptied its contents in the trashcan in the corner of the room. She replaced the fine powder with the sugar she had taken in the cafeteria. It looked just the same. She shot a disdainful look at Kyla and shouted, "Get dressed and get out! You're cleared of all charges." She quickly exited the room and went to talk to her superior. "She's clean. It was just some sugar stuff, nothing major." "God, all that time just to tell me it's nothing major? What were you doing over there? Having sex with her?" Although she had long since grown accustomed to his crude language, Katie couldn't help but smile. "Exactly."