6 comments/ 6553 views/ 9 favorites Police Training By: lioness_71 Welcome back, my pervy readers. Enjoy! lioness71 ********** 'I can't take this shit anymore!' I'm thinking as I fix my hair and put my make-up on. This is the fucking 21st century, for Christ's sake. I just spent the last three years in the army. Now I'm in the middle of my second semester of Police Science, and that sexist, repulsive, piece of shit professor still thinks I belong in the kitchen, barefoot and preggo. I don't need this shit. I let out a frustrated sigh. My friends are right. I need a night out. Focus on the hair and make-up. Spring has finally sprung. Everyone is itching to get out and let loose after the long cold winter. My problems with professor dick-up-his-ass are the perfect excuse to get the gang together and go clubbing tonight. That's what Fridays are for, right? I think I'm done here. Face is perfect, my blue eyes accentuated by dark eyeliner. Hair is perfect, the wild and curly mop of carefree red hair is gonna be bouncing on the dance floor tonight. I'm wearing only a matching black lace bra and panty set. I look at myself in the long mirror. I'm definitely in the mood to let loose tonight. Some poor bastard better thank his lucky stars and hold on tight. My cells rings, it's Candice. "Hey, chickee-poo! You ready yet?" "Almost. Just gotta slip the dress and shoes on. You?" "Hell, I'm on the way already. Tami says 'hi'." I can hear Tami in the car shouting in the background. "Get yer ass ready, bitch." Yup. The girls are free and on the prowl. Let the menfolk beware. "We'll be there in five." I slip on the dark blue and silver dress lying on the bed then the black strappy heels. I grab my purse and double check it - phone, house key, lipstick, credit card, ID, condom and mace. My whole life reduced to seven items. Locking up the apartment, and taking the elevator down to meet Candi. The sun is just setting as I get outside. The bustling streets of NY suburbs coming to life. It seems everyone has the same idea as we did. Candi pulls up a few moments later. Tami is in the back, lying across the seat, trying to force thigh-high boots onto her feet. "Need any help with that, sunshine?" Tami glares at me and tells me to fuck off. "These fit last year, damn it." Candi and I are both laughing as we head to the clubs. She's got a mouth on her, but she a good friend. We actually get a surprisingly good parking spot within two blocks of several decent clubs. We wait in the car for the others to meet us. A group of four girls walk around the corner and the three of us climb out of Candi's car to go meet them. "Whoooaaa, you bitches look hot!" We spin to show off our outfits as our friends get closer. It's been so long since all of us were free the same weekend. Hugs and compliments abound as we decide where to go first. We decide to start at the one with the cheapest drinks to get the night started, before heading off to better pastures. The music is loud as we enter. The lights are low. Without thinking, I scan the room, looking for threats or anything out the ordinary. See, school is starting to pay off already. We find an empty table and just sit and drink for an hour catching up with everyone's lives. I go to school at John Jay College of Criminal Justice. My family has been cops, and occasionally fire fighters, for as far back as anyone can remember. I tried to be different, so I joined the army, but it just wasn't what I wanted. Two years of that, and I conceded defeat and enrolled into cop school. I catch everyone up on what I've been studying before bringing up the sexist bastard. I get much needed full-on support from six angry bitches. We spend a long time thinking of evil ways to punish him. It's an odd form of therapy. I know there's not much I can do. If I tell his supervisor, I'm a snitch; not a good way to start off your career enforcement. And I know I'll be getting that attitude from perps and civilians anyway, so I might as well learn to deal with it. My grandpa gave me some sage advice. He told me if words were enough to hurt me, or make me give up my dream, maybe I should reconsider my dreams. But if that bastard touches me or fucks with me, I should break every bone in his body. My grandpa's not the most eloquent retired cop in the world, but he does make sense. This isn't a perfect world; I'm going to have to learn to deal with the assholes. Might as well start now. After my demons are vented, and support is blanketed around to each of us for our various troubles, it's time to head out again. As one large group, we walk to the next club. There's a short line outside this one. It's still fairly early, so we wait, enjoying the cool spring evening. Once inside, we grab a booth along the wall. We spend the next few hours mingling, angling for free drinks and a dancing with a multitude of partners. The drinks and dancing are easing the stress I was feeling before. I'm just looking for fun. No stress. No drama. No assholes. The club gets fuller and fuller as the night progresses. Strange hands linger on my hips, my waist, and my ass. A few men get a second dance, but mostly I just switch from one partner to the next, even an occasional woman pops into my dance card. Not that that is going to go anywhere, but it gets the attention of the men. The feeling of freedom permeates everything. No one cares about work right now. No one is worried about mortgages, or kids, or sick relatives. Everyone is here for the same thing. To relax and unwind after a long pent up winter. To let the wild child have some fun before real life intercedes again. Making my way back to our booth, I see a few friends have started congregating. A sure sign we're about to head out. As I sit down, Candi, Tami, Jenn, and Donna are discussing leaving, and which club to go to next. I need a breather. A waitress comes by and I order a vodka cranberry and a bottle of water. As the waitress leaves, I scan the crowd again. A habit I'm trying to enforce with myself. I'm about half way through my sweep of the room when I hear Tami mutter one of her colorful expletives. "Fuck me hard. That piece is mine! Holy fuck." As a group, we all turn to where Tami is looking. Holy fuck is right. Tall, dark and drop-dead gorgeous just walked in. Taller than most people in the room, I guess him about 6'4". His perfect dark hair styled short and fashionable. His eyes scan the crowd, I can't tell the color from this distance. The thing that stands out is the suit. Form fitted, it looks like a custom job, and pricey. He oozes confidence, power, and money. Tami is already up and making a bee-line for the guy. I chuckle as several other girls have the same idea. Poor guy. Tami returns shortly in a huff, she didn't make it past the bouncer escorting him through the club. The man slipped into one of the private areas overlooking the dance floor. We spend the next few minutes consoling ourselves with what a bad fuck he must be. Bad breath. Pinky dick. No rhythm. Premature ejaculation. He has to be bad at something, right? My drinks aren't coming fast enough. I wait a bit, until I see my waitress lavishing attention on some big tippers. Damn. I grab my purse and head to the bar. I squeeze up towards the far end of the bar and wait for the bartender to come over and take my drink order. There are bodies all around, so I'm stuck here until I can shove my way out, hopefully without spilling my drinks. The vodka cranberry comes first. When he returns with my credit card I shout to remind him of the water. He smiles (cute bartender's rock) and grabs a water bottle from a bin and tosses it to me. His aim is off, or I'm drunk, but I miss the catch. I turn to find my water, when I bump chest first into tall, dark, and sexy holding my dripping water bottle. His beautiful brown eyes lock on mine and I swear I came a little bit, right there. Holy fuck. "Thanks." I reach up to take the bottle, my fingers touching his. The bartender has rushed over. The man orders a "Scotch. Neat" as I take the water from his hand. His eyes return to mine. Fuck. This is one good looking, confident man. From out of nowhere, some primitive, never before opened part of my brain takes over momentarily. With my drinks in one hand; my pinky wrapped around the bottle top, I place my other hand on his chest and stand on my tippy toes to speak into his ear. "I don't care what the others say. I think you'd be a wicked great fuck." I drop back to normal height, my eyes never leaving his. I can see the shocked mischief in them. Without another word, I turn and walk back to my group. I don't look behind me at the man. I'm almost numb when I get to our booth. I can't believe I said that. THAT! OhMyGod. The barrage of questions starts immediately. All six girls are there, getting ready to leave. "Was he hot up close?" "What did you say?" "What did he say?" Did you get his name?" "His number?" "What did he smell like?" "What did you do?" What did he do?" Tami voice rings out louder and stronger than all the others combined. "SHUTTHEFUCKUP! I want to hear what she says." All six pairs of eyes are on me. I really don't want to admit what I just did. Tami slaps the table top. "Fuckin' tell us already!" I inhale deeply and let out a long sigh. "I told him I thought he'd be a wicked great fuck. Then I walked away." I drop my head to the table as it erupts again. Shock and awe are rampant. You'd think I just did a miracle or something. I drink my vodka quickly and take the water bottle with me as we head out to the next club. I don't look around for the man, I'm too embarrassed. I go over the entire story, in detail, several times on the way. This next club is mostly women, so we don't stay long. As Candi always says, "Our chances are better when the odds are in our favor." I am happily drunk when we get to the fourth club. The incident with the man has been forgotten about as the group focuses on the new possibilities inside. I'm sure they'll remember again in the morning, but for right now, it's in the past. This club has a much better mix of clientele. Within the first hour, Donna and Jackie have found their 'soul mates' and have wished us good night. Tami is way drunk, and Jenn is with her outside somewhere walking it off and getting some fresh air. Gem and Candi are somewhere on the dance floor with me. The music pours through our bodies as the mass of people move around the large open space. The lights are low and seductive, throbbing in time with the music. Different men for different songs, each trying to seduce me in those few minutes together. Each one vying for a place in bed with me tonight. It's a heady and powerful feeling. I relish every moment of it. Hands come up behind me and close around my waist. My current dance partner glares over my shoulder at the interloper. Before anything can happen the hands spin me away into the throng of people. I don't care, let them fight. To the victor go the spoils. I try to turn around, but the hands tighten and pull me against their owner. I feel a lean and muscular body behind me. My hand roams up and grabs a handful of short soft hair, guiding his head into the crook of my neck. An arm wraps around my tummy, holding me close and soft lips dance along my neck. Our bodies sway together in the anonymous mass of people. The music dies down, and before the next song can start, dark seductive words run a chill down my spine. "I accept your offer of a 'wicked great fuck'." I stop, but the arm around my belly forces me to keep moving. He won't let me turn around. I can't see the dark, dangerous, sexy man I know is behind me. We're making our way toward a corner, away from the dense crush of moving bodies. His lips are still playing with the exposed skin of my neck. Fuck. That's nice. I feel it when he bumps into the wall, still holding me securely in his arms. "Let me go." I feel him laughing into my neck. "And watch you flounce off into some other mans arms. Not a chance." I place my hand over the one on my belly, softly caressing the warm soft skin. I find the sweet spot on his wrist and viciously dig my thumbnail into the joint. Instantly he releases me and I turn to face my dark god. His nostrils flare as he glares down at me for my impertinent actions. Tough luck, buddy-boy. The palm of my hand runs over his shirt and rests on his neck, my thumb curling over his chin. "You think you have the right to dictate who I dance with." My thumb slips into his mouth. My nipples harden as his tongue plays over the offered digit. He gives my thumb a sharp nip. His other hand grabs a handful of my hair. He tilts my head and returns his lips to my neck, pulling my body against his. "You're wasting your time with the others." His eyes flick over the crowded dance floor behind me. "None of them will make you scream as loudly as I will. None of them will stretch you as full as I can. " The prominent outline of his cock against my stomach is unmistakable. "None of them will have you begging for more." I take a handful of his hair and pull him away from my neck. "You won't make me beg." A beautiful sinister smile crosses his face. "Challenge accepted. And I will make you beg." The confidence in his voice is unsettling. He leans in for a harsh kiss, and no amount of hair pulling will get him to stop. Shit. How the hell did that happen? The next thing I know, I'm following him out of the club. He made a call as soon as we turned from the wall. Out on the street, a chill has replaced the warm spring night, and my nipples get even harder with the added element of cold. A sleek dark town car pulls up. He gets in and pulls me into his lap, facing him. A sharp order is barked out. "The condo. Now." Before the driver can pull away from the curb, his mouth devours mine. His hands roaming over my back and ass. By the time the driver stops in front of the tower, he has my dress lifted up over my ass and his hand has slipped inside my panties. Heavy breathing and the sounds of lips of bare flesh are filling the back seat of the car. I pulled his cock out a while ago and am rubbing it against my panty-clad crotch. The car stops and he has to physically pull me off him. I growl when I'm dropped unceremoniously on the seat beside him. He tucks himself back in. "Tell Malcolm I'm done for the night." The driver grunts his assent and we tumble out of the car. I take a second to tug my dress back into place before I'm getting pulled into the modern, glass entrance to the tower. A keycard is swiped at the door and in the elevator. The doors open on the 22nd floor, not quite the penthouse, but pretty darn close. There's a medium sized, well decorated waiting room when we exit the elevator. Two doors, one on each side. He pulls me to the left and swipes the keycard. I'm pulled inside a darkened condo as I'm still trying to figure out if there are only two condos on this entire floor. My thoughts are interrupted as I'm shoved against a wall. A hard, lean mass of muscles pressing against me. His mouth finds mine in the darkness. Arms wrap around me, as his hands fumble trying to get the dress off. One of my hands is on his chest, trying to give myself enough space to breath. The other innocently searches his forearm, near his elbow. I press my thumb into the pressure point. I'll never thank them, but I do appreciate all the things brothers can teach you. "Fuckin' son of a bitch. Stop that!" He pulls away and shakes the tingles out of his arm. He hits the light switch on the wall and turns his glare on me. "I was just trying to get that damn dress off." I give him a little sneer to let him know what I thought of that idea. "No. Your ass is mine tonight. Got it? Now you strip." I watch his eyes as he processes what I just said. He turns his body to face mine and fluffs himself up. He gets taller, his wide chest expands, and his shoulders straighten. He's pumping himself up for battle. He's going to get one. I step forward and slowly wrap my hand around his silk tie. I tug his head down closer to my level. "I've put up with enough shit from men these last few weeks to fill Madison Square Garden. You're going to take that fucking custom tailored suit off. Then..." I give his tie a sharp tug. "I'm going to fuck your brains out. Now strip. All of it." He just stares at me for a full three seconds, before slowly backing up. I let the silk tie slide through my fingers. He tugs the tie back and forth to loosen it, before pulling it off completely. He turns and walks to a long cabinet. He tosses the tie on top, before pouring himself a drink from a decanter sitting there. I notice he doesn't offer me one. He removes his jacket and tosses it on a chair. Turning back to me, he slowly starts unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. His eyes roaming over me, it takes an eternity to open them all. I kick my shoes off, my feet are killing me. Tugging the shirt out from his pants, he tosses it on the chair. The white undershirt is tugged free, and I get a glimpse of a toned, tanned belly, my eyes trying to follow the thin line of dark hair disappearing under his pants. The shirt is pulled over his head, and joins the others on the chair. He kicks his shoes off. Taking another sip from the glass on the cabinet. "I expect a wicked great fuck for having to put up with this attitude." I watch as he removes items from his pockets, tossing them next to the decanter and silk tie. He casually slips the custom tailored slacks off and tosses them on the chair. The socks are next. He stands there in only a pair of black boxer briefs. Damn, that is one sexy male. He finishes off the drink. Finally, the boxer briefs come off. He turns to face me. He's about ten feet away, and he just stands there. Waiting. Waiting for me. My turn. I look him over from head to toe. Damn, did I mention that's a sexy ass man. He makes me tingle just looking at him. The eyes are piercing; strength and intelligence dancing behind them. The shoulders are broad and look like they could carry the world. His chest and stomach are lean and firm. His cock is only at half mast, but is more impressive than most of the others I've seen. All of that resting upon a pair of well built, powerful legs. I walk up to him, slowly circling around him. My fingers running over his chest, down his side, and across his ass. He stands there silently, watching me like a hawk. I make a show to place only one finger on his chest, and press him back. He complies, walking backward until he bumps into the sofa. He stumbles and falls into the soft leather. I giggle as he growls up at me. But I know how to appease my angry beast. Standing over him, I slip out of my dress and toss it away. The growl dies in his throat as his eyes dart around my body, soaking up every inch of pale flesh. "Take my panties off." His gaze locks on mine; I see the mix of indignation and excitement behind the beautiful brown eyes. I assumed he would just pull them off and toss them, but my dark god has his own ideas. He scoots forward to the edge of the sofa. His hands caressing up my legs and resting on my upper thigh. He looks up at me with a mischievous grin on his face. He starts kissing and nibbling on my bare tummy and at my waist, he dips down and soft lips graze over my panties. Using his teeth, he slowly starts tugging my panties down my legs. He successfully gets them to my knees before large hands slip them the rest of the way down. I step out of them. He brings them to his face and inhales deeply before tossing them away. With a cocky grin on his face he scoots back onto the sofa, waiting for my next demand. Fuck it. No more games. These last few weeks have been horrible. I want this. I need this. I deserve this. I climb on top him. No pretense. No seduction. It's just an animalistic need for release. I hear him gasp as his cock bumps against my sudden movement. That sound pleases me. His mouth latches onto a tit, while I grab his cock and try to line it up with my needy hole. His fingers slide slowly under the bra straps, easing them over my shoulder. Growling into his ear "Take the damn bra off, already." Police Training His chuckle only makes me angry. "What?" "Your manners suck. What happened to please and thank you?" He flips one of the cups down on my bra. His lips wrap around the tender flesh as he draws the nipple into his mouth. My body arches into the pain. "Ah, fuck. Pl..." Please! Please as in begging? He was trying to make me beg! Sneaky, evil bastard. I give his cock a sharp squeeze. He jumps and both hands go to try and save his masculinity. This is perfect, because I just wanted to rub circles into his sternum anyway, which sets off a slew of swearing from the bastard below me. He tries to push me off him, but I lean forward and press him back into the sofa. "I will not beg!" He stops struggling and just grins up at me, taking a nip out of my chin. "I almost had you. I'm kinda impressed you didn't fall for something that lame. It'll make it all the more delicious when you do beg me." With a quick snap my bra is opened and tossed on the floor. It's my turn to growl at him. "I will not beg." I take his cock and place it at the entrance of my pussy. "I will not beg." I start sinking down on him. He hisses as my pussy stretches around his thick member. I feel his hands grasping my ass, fingers digging into the soft round globes. I lean forward to find a better angle. He takes the opportunity to continue playing with my tits. The fucking is hard and brutal. Both of us giving and taking whatever makes us feel alive. I won't relinquish my superior position on top of him, and he won't be satisfied until I do. It's a twisted game of pain and pleasure. My orgasm builds to dizzying heights and comes crashing down. His shout joins my screams as my pussy clamps down on the hard shaft thrusting deep inside me. He presses his advantage as my body twitches in ecstasy. Swiftly he picks me up, keeping his manhood safe and snug in my pussy. The next thing I know, I'm being dropped unceremoniously on a large soft bouncy bed. The absence of the hard cock inside me is almost as jarring as being deposited on the bed so haphazardly. I right myself and crawl toward the man, but he stops me by twisting his hand in my hair. He towers over me as he holds my head down around waist level. I reach out for his cock, but he twists his hand tighter in my hair. I growl. "A growl is not what I want to hear." He leans down so his face is next to mine. "Beg. Beg for my cock." That fucker. I try twisting out of his grip, but his hold is too tight. He's grinning as he watches me struggle. Fucker. I reach up and grab his free hand to keep it out of my way. With my other, I dig my first two fingers into the sweet spot on his shoulder blade. This guys gonna be good and tender in the morning. He recoils instantly, taking some of my hair with me. I crawl off the bed and start toward him. "You fuckin' bitch! If you do that again, I'll take you over my knee." He shakes the tingles out of his arm. "Bitch." I stand there gaping at him. Is he serious? "Spank me? Like a child? You fucking try that shit and I'll start World War III on your ass." Something odd happens. He gets a large grin on his face. I would almost have to describe it as a mix of excited, evil, and happy. And for some reason it scares the crap out of me. I watch as he puffs himself up again. His shoulders and back straighten, and his stance becomes offensive, preparing to attack. I take an involuntary step backwards, the backs of my legs bumping into the bed. "Awww, little kitten. Hissing and spitting and clawing. Such strong scary words meant to frighten and intimidate me." He steps closer, leaning in to whisper the last few words. "You have no idea how much I would enjoy a war with someone like you." He runs a solitary finger down my face. "Yes. I think I would enjoy that very much." I know, deep down, that the tables have just turned. Before I can make a snarky comment, I'm thrown back on the bed. I twist to keep him in sight as he stalks around to the side of the bed. "Poor little pussy cat. Men have been mean to you?" The condescending tone infuriates me. "Let me guess. They all wanted you right here. In bed, naked, horny, and begging for a good hard fuck." "I. Did. Not. Beg." "Not yet." Damn, his confidence is annoying. Time to change that. I stand up on the bed. My balance isn't the best, but I'm finally taller than him. His eyes linger on his favorite bits of me. "They think the only thing a woman is good for is to be naked, pregnant and putzing around the kitchen." His smile is disarming. "Yes, I can see how that would be a tempting fantasy." He looks me up and down. I growl. "Grow up. This is the 21st century. I belong anywhere I want to be. No one can tell me I can't do something just because I have tits, and not some worthless dick hanging between my legs." He reaches for me and pulls me into his arms. "Shhhh baby. Calm down. I'm not your enemy." I stop struggling and stare up at him. "From the short time I'm been with you, I don't doubt you could conquer the world if you wanted to. I won't hold you back. I know you're pissed about something, but that something is not me." He leans down and kisses me. Almost instantly my angry fire turns to a blazing need in my belly. He's right. I know he's right. But he's just so damn cocky. "Sorry." It's a whisper, but I know he heard me. "Sorry? Sorry for directing your anger at me, or sorry for calling my cock worthless?" Him and his damn cocky grin. I reach up for another sterna rub, but he's ready for me. I'm dropped back down to the bed and my hands are wrenched behind my back. He climbs on top of me, his weight holding me down. "tsk tsk tsk. Were you going to do another pressure point again?" I can't get my arms free; he has a good strong grip on them. "No." The pressure on my wrists increases slightly. "I'm not lying." He stares at me, he doesn't buy that. My voice comes out in a little whisper, like a kid caught doing something wrong. "I was going to do a sternal rub. Technically that's not a pressure point." He laughs with that charmingly evil grin of his. Kissing my nose. "And what did I say would happen if you tried that again?" I start struggling again. No way in hell is he spanking me. He's turning me over onto my stomach. "So much fight. It's adorable the way you ass is bouncing around on my bed." "Wait. Wait. I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" I can feel his hand caressing my ass. "You said if I pinched you again, but I didn't. I didn't hurt you." "True. I did say something to that effect. But...your intent was clear. You even admitted as such. You were planning on doing a sternal rub. Just because I stopped you before you could follow through, doesn't mean you shouldn't be punished for the attempt." Before I can think of another excuse his hand comes down on my ass. Everything stops as my body processes what is happening. The initial jolt stops my breathing. My muscles tighten as the pain flows down my legs and into my stomach. I gasp in a sharp breath. The dark, sultry voice is in my ear again. "That's one. I think ten would be a good punishment for you." "Ten?" It comes out as a squeak. I don't squeak! "Of course, if you want me to stop, you could always beg me to fuck you. I might even be tempted to leave your luscious ass alone and indulge you." Before I can get irate again, he slaps my ass. Hard. My body responds as before, the initial shock, followed by a slow spread of electricity. Holy fuck. That's actually kinda hot. I can't tell if I want him to stop, or if I want him to continue. Maybe I want him to stop AND continue. Another slap, his large hand tenderly running over my burning, tingling ass. He starts kissing the back of my neck, down my spine, and across my shoulder blades. Just as I forget about the spankings, he lands two more in quick succession. My body stiffens, but his soft lips and caresses relax me. I lose track of how many times he has spanked me. He's positioned his body lying alongside mine, one of his powerful legs draped over the back of mine. My wrist held above my head. His cock is resting against my hip, and I can feel it getting harder. My ass is on fire. I'm not sure why, but I've stopped struggling. I lay there on my stomach and feel everything. My core is twitching, silently begging for a cock. "All done." I let out a groan, maybe it's a sigh. I don't know. He releases my hands and rolls me onto my side. Our mouths find each other and soon the desperate searching begins. Our tongues dancing in and out of each other. My need is overwhelming everything else. The spanking, while painful, drew my need to frightening heights. I push him onto his back. I don't know if I overpowered him, or if he let me, and I don't care. I mount him. That's not a very romantic way to phrase it, but it's accurate. There was no playful sexiness, no teasing to draw out the pleasure. I needed him, in me, now. Nothing was going to stop me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The high pitched whines and the lower timbre grunts and groans. Hands grasping for purchase; arms, neck, chest, tits, all of it fair game. My thighs tighten around his hips, clamping down as my orgasm ascends to its maximum summit and explodes around me. I'm still in the throes of my climax as I'm rolled onto my back. My dark god continues thrusting inside me as my pussy tries to clamp down and milk his cock. Finally he presses his head into my neck and bites my shoulder. His masculinity pulsating and blasting cum deep into my core. After a few more thrusts to draw out every drop of cum, he pulls out and collapses to my side. We're both panting and sweaty as our bodies slowly return to normal. He maneuvers us so we're under the covers. He pulls me against his body and we settle in for some much needed sleep. We lay silently and sleep starts to overcome us. I look over at his beautiful features. Lazily, his eyes open and meet mine. Kissing the tip of his nose I whisper. "I didn't beg." A small smile plays at his lips. "Bitch. Tomorrow you will." ****** I'm lying on my back. In a strange room. Morning light is pouring in through the windows, a clear blue sky in the distance. Something is waking me up. What the hell is that? Rising up to my elbows, I see a messy mop of dark hair between my legs. He felt my movement; he looks up at me with a victorious wet-faced grin. Ah fuck. His head drops down and continues licking and sucking my clit. I drop back down onto the bed. Too exhausted, confused, and horny to object to anything. He senses my acceptance, and raises the stakes. Large hands slip under my ass, lifting them slightly off the bed. His tongue now has access to my clit and my pussy. Expertly he draws me closer to another orgasm, switching between my nub and my seeping tunnel. I can hear my moans increasing in pitch and pace. So close. Something presses up against my anus. My eyes shoot open. Wait! But at that moment he forces my body to explode, and presses his advantage, snuggly embedding his thumb in my ass. Oh fuck! My back arches up off the bed, and he has to physically hold me down while the orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave. I regain my senses with warm wet lips traveling up my stomach. Sharp bristly facial hair scraping against my soft skin. The large frame covering me is somehow comforting, as he draws up next to me and lies down. One hand propped up under his head as he looks down at me, the other starts caressing my breasts. That is a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. I have to pee. Rolling over so I'm on top of him, we start kissing. I can taste myself on his lips. His cock is firming up between us. I climb off him. "I have to pee." With and evilly happy grin I wave at him with my fingers. As I'm skipping to the bathroom, I hear something that sounds a lot like 'bitch' coming from the sexy naked man on the bed, which makes me grin even more. After using the toilet, I'm standing in front of the mirror swishing some mouth wash when he wanders into the bathroom. His first stop is the toilet also. We stand in silence as he relieves himself. He comes to stand behind me as I spit out the mouthwash. "Why such a long face this morning?" I make a face at him. "The fantasy is over. I am firmly back on terra 'reality'." He grins. "My hairs not THAT bad in the morning!" "Not that. Dork. I had sex without a condom. I've never done that before." All the horrible consequences are charging through my mind. "Ah, that. Are you on birth control?" I shake my head no. I did have a condom in my purse, but that doesn't really count this morning. Where is my purse, anyway? "Well, there are still several options available. The morning-after pill would be the most practical at this point." I really don't want to think about this now. "You haven't, by chance, been tested for anything recently, have you?" Please don't let me catch anything. I am such an idiot. He smiles and kisses the top of my head. "Three months ago, actually. With my yearly physical." "How'd that go?" "According to my doctor, I'm in perfect health. Disease free." Ok that was kinda a relief. A big relief. Disease is still possible, but a lot less likely. "What about you?" "I had a general physical before I started the academy. There are certain physical requirements that have to be met before you can become a police officer. That was last fall. I was clean then." "You're a cop?" His tone takes on a darker edge, but she's so distracted this morning, she misses it completely. "Oh don't start that crap with me. Women can be cops, for Christ's sake. And I'm not a cop yet. I have to graduate, hopefully without killing or maiming my sexist professor." He just stares down at her, trying to figure out if she's a plant, or if this is truly a coincidence. "What? Everyone in my family is a cop. It's the family business practically." She rolls her eyes at him. He's not 100% sure, but he doesn't think this is a set-up. He'll play along, see where it goes. "I dunno. I never fucked a cop before." One hand around her waist, the other entangles in her messy red hair. He pulls her close. I slap him lightly, but let him pull me against his body. His mouth descends to my neck, teasing it like last night. "And you still haven't. Student, remember? You're a perv." She's pushed back against the sink, his hands roaming everywhere. She feels his cock pressing against her belly as her tunnel starts to seep its nectar. "Fuck. Get your ass in to the shower." He spins her and swats her ass. She spins around and glares at him. "Don't order me around. And don't even think about that spanking shit. That was a one-time thing." He looks to the ceiling. Why does everything have to be so difficult with this one? "How did you survive being in the Army if you can't take orders?" She huffs at him. "I take orders just fine from superior officers and people who have earned my respect." Oh yeah. Push her buttons even more. He gives her an evil smirk. "Well, just accept that I'm superior to you, and get your ass in the shower. Now." She stares at him for a second or two. He can see the fury building behind her beautiful blue/green eyes. "You pompous fucker!" She launches at him, but he catches her easily. Forcing her into the large slate shower. He spins her so she's facing the wall and turns the water on. He presses his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. Her struggles make him even harder. "Beg." Her body stiffens. "Fuck you." He pulls her arms above her head, kicking her feet apart. His other hand delves between her legs, flicking sharply against her clit. She squirms and her breath hitches. "Beg me to fuck you." "No." He waits, but she doesn't say anything else. He slips his finger down until he finds her opening. Without warning he plunges his middle finger deep into her tight, wet pussy. He is rewarded with a whimper, but no begging yet. He finger fucks her until her hips move in time with his fingers. "Your body is begging me to cum. See how it desperate it is for my cock. How wet and greedy your cunt is." Those words should piss me off, but they just make my pussy twinge with need. "I will not beg." "Suit yourself." He releases her wrists, and grabs her hips. He pulls her back and slams his cock deep inside her needy little cunt. "Oh fuck. That's nice." Other than a small grunt, she doesn't say anything. Her palms spread flat against the cool slate walls, water running down their bodies. He watches her ass giggle as his cock disappears over and over again. His hands fit perfectly on the curve of her hip. He keeps the pace slow and torturous, never letting her orgasm build too high. He sees everything. He sees how her fingertips turn white against the dark slate walls as she presses against the stone. He sees how she stands on her toes, trying to get his cock to enter her at a better angle. He watches the muscles in her back work as she presses against him in rhythm to his thrusts. Fucking beautiful. Too bad she didn't beg. He would have loved to feel her clamping down on his cock again. He's so close. Grabbing a handful of wet hair, he pulls her around. He tilts her head up and claims her mouth. Her body presses into his, hands pulling him closer. Her hand finds his cock as his engulf her breast. So close. He pushes her down to the floor of the shower, his cock throbbing in front of her face. She doesn't need any encouragement. Her mouth latches on and starts sucking the life out of him. Holy fuck. He braces himself against the two walls as he tries to stay standing. The little baby cop is sucking like her life depended on it. Her warm hands are tugging and toying with his balls. He lifts his face, letting the water caress his features. His balls tighten, and she feels it. She takes his cock to the back of her throat. Oh fuck! She starts humming. That final pleasure triggers his release. He doesn't need to hold her head; she stays in position, milking his cock with her tongue and throat. He leans forward, pressing his head against the cool tile, as the last of his contractions empty his cum down her throat. "Oh fuck." His deep laugh echoes in the small space as a soft, warm tongue continues licking his shaft. "Spectacular." He stands her up and presses her against the wall. Her mouth opens to accept his and the dance begins again. Her hands entwined in his hair, pulling the kiss deeper. He body presses against his, trying to find some relief for the fire consuming her from the inside. "Fuck me." A slow evil laugh brings her back to reality. "That still didn't sound like begging to me." The lust is replaced by anger in the depths of her eyes. "You bastard. Fuck me." He laughs again, enjoying her predicament. "Nu uh. Still not quite right, my lady. I'll give you some time to practice it. How about that?" With that, he opens the shower door and steps out. He's either going to hear begging, or he'll get a wonderful eyeful watching her finish herself off. Too bad he didn't let her know those were the only two options available... Fury rises into a full-blown Irish wrath. Three long strides and she leaps onto his back, pulling his hair. It' probably wouldn't have been as effective of an attack, except that the water from the shower causes him to slip and they both come crashing down to the floor. He lands on his ass, with his body twisted partially around. She straddles his waist. Reaching behind his back, she grabs his left thumb with her right hand and yanks it behind his back. With a grunt he's laying prone on the bathroom floor, with an enraged woman on top of him. Well fuck, he wasn't expecting that. With her other hand she grabs his cock, and for a moment true terror wells up inside him. Instead of soul-sheering pain, she jams him against her opening and slams her body down on top of him. "I will never beg. You fucking asshole." She fucks him hard and fast. He's mesmerized watching her tits bounce as she takes what she wants. His cock is overly sensitive, but he doesn't think she'll stop for anything. With his free hand he grabs her behind the head, and pulls her down for a kiss. The little demon woman allows this, never missing a beat. Police Training The harsh breathing, the peppermint tasting tongue dancing in his mouth, and the excruciating pleasure are all forcing his cock to stiffen up again. It only takes a few minutes for her to find her release. Her back arches, to the point he thinks it might break. Her pussy clamps down harshly on his swollen member. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth opens, but not a sound comes out. He watches transfixed as the muscles in her upper body all tense at the same time, the veins in her neck standing out sharply. After an eternity, she collapses on top of him. His cock has become steel again, but he's nowhere close to coming a second time so close after the first. Slowly their breathing returns to normal. "Oh fuck. You're a bastard, you know that?" His laugh is good-natured this time. "Actually, that's not the worst thing I've been called." She snorts as she tries to suppress a laugh. "But I am partial to 'wicked great fuck', if you don't mind." She punches him and rolls off him, sprawled on her back on the bathroom floor. "How big is this bathroom anyway? It's almost bigger than my apartment." "I don't know. It's big enough to fuck in." She notices the full mast sticking up straight and proud from between his legs. Still slightly pissed off at him, she decides to torment him a tad little bit more. With her forefinger, she runs soft circles across the head of his impressive cock. Her actions are rewarded with a mixture of a moan and a grunt. "What are you doing?" Now it's her turn to laugh. "I'm surprised you don't know." She taps her finger against the tiny hole and is rewarded with another groan. "Although if you beg me nicely, I would be willing to tell you all about the birds and the bees." He laughs. "God, you're a brat." He rolls himself gingerly into a kneeling position, and stands up, careful not to bump his engorged cock. He offers me his hand. "You want up?" "Uuugh. Not just yet. I don't think I could stand right now." The ceiling has little designs on it. They look pretty. I think I'll stare at those for a while. He chuckles. "Suit yourself. I'll go order us some breakfast." He grabs his phone from the main room and calls Malcolm. Malcolm: Good Morning, sir. Nic: Morning Malcolm, did you get to the last two stops last night? Malcolm: Yes, sir. There were no problems. Nic: Great. Thank you. Could you order breakfast for two from The Grainery. Malcolm: Yes, sir. Nic: Oh and get this: She's a cop! A baby cop anyway. Still in school. What are the odds of that shit? It would be interesting to have one on our payroll pre-graduation. We could have her placed where ever we want. Malcolm: Do you trust her? Or should I send some men over? Nic: Obviously, I don't 'trust' her, but I don't think she's undercover. She wouldn't have said she was going to be a cop if she was. Malcolm: What's her name? I'll go check her out. Nic: Shit He puts the phone on his chest and shouts toward the bathroom. "Hey, what's your name?" "You first think to ask that now?" He waits. "Fine. It's Lizzy, as in Elizabeth. What's your name? "Nic, as in Nikolai." "Oh, sexy name. I like it." Nic: You still there? Did you hear that? Malcolm: Very classy, sir. Yeah, did you get a last name? Nic: Shut it. No, but from what she said, every member of her family is in the force. She was in the Army. And she's Irish, if that helps. Malcolm: OK, It's not a lot to go on. It might take some time, but I'll let you know what I find out. I'll send the food up when it arrives. Nic: Oh yeah. Can you get a morning-after pill too? Malcolm: {silence} Shit boss. Congratulations, You're pregnant! Nic: Not me, you dick. Her! It's for her. God, you're an ass sometimes. Malcolm: {trying to suppress his laughter} Yes, boss. I'll get right on that. You know if you wore a condom, then you wouldn't be giving birth to so many babies. {More stifled laughter} Nic: Just do what I told you! He hangs up the phone and walks back into to bedroom. Lizzy is just getting up off the bathroom floor. The water is still running, so she hops in for a quick shower. His cock is about half mast right now. A much better situation than the angry, painful hard-on he had a few minutes ago. He flops onto the bed, his fingers tapping against his chest. She comes out of the shower, still naked, ruffling a towel through her hair. She walks over to his side of the bed and climbs on top him, straddling his hips. She leans down and kisses him, slow and sensual. His hands roam over his thighs and ass. "Mmmmm. That was wonderful. I am completely relaxed this morning." She lays bonelessly on top of him. "Well, we aim to please." They lay like that, talking about nothing and everything. There's a soft knock on the door, and a male voice announces breakfast before retreating quietly out of the condo. He spanks her ass, laughing as she jumps up. "Bastard. Stop that!" She grins down at him. She watches as he rolls off the bed. Pulling a pair of sweat pants on, they head into the main room. As he unpacks the bag of breakfast, she searches the room for her things. He watches out of the corner of his eye, panties first, then over to the bra, then the dress. "Hey, do you know where my purse is?" "Ahhh, I don't think you had one last night. I remember your hands being...unencumbered." "Shit. Can I use your phone? I have to call my friends or they'll worry." He gives her an odd look, wondering if she's going to call her friends, or her police handler. He walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, falling down onto the sofa. He reaches for his phone as he pulls her snuggly into his lap. "OK, what's the number?" She tries to grab the phone, but he's quicker. "Fine. You're still an ass." She gives him Candi's number. They wait while the other phone rings. Candi: Hello? Lizzy: Hey, it's me. I lost my purse and phone. Candi: WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? {They hear Candi calling Tami over} Tami: Is it her? Is she OK? Where the fuck did you go? Lizzy: I'm fine. I'm fine. I found someone to hook up with. Candi: And you just left? Without telling anyone? We always tell each other. That's the rule! Lizzy: I know. I know. It just happened...fast. I'm sorry. Tami: Who did you get? Do we know him? Where are you? Lizzy: Ummm... Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous. {She can feel his chest move as he chuckles, so she punches his thigh.} Candi: No way! Tami: Pinky dick? No way! Nic: I do NOT have a pinky dick! {Now it's my turn to giggle. God, I love Tami and her attitude.} Tami: If you fucking hurt my friend and I'll kill you, pinky dick. Nic: I do not have a pinky dick. And she's fine. I'm even treating her to breakfast this morning. Tami: Ooohhh. Big spender. {We can hear Candi trying to shush her in the background.} Candi: So you're OK? Lizzy: Yeah, I'm fine. Except for my purse. Candi: We got your purse here. And you're phone. We took it with us when we couldn't find you. Lizzy: I'm sorry I worried you. I really didn't mean to. Candi: You're usually the responsible one. It's not like you. Lizzy: Everything happened so fast. I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. Really. Candi: OK, We'll let you go. You'll stop by this morning for your keys and stuff? Lizzy: Yeah, maybe an hour or so. Thanks guys. Tami: We'll be here waiting for you. Bye pinky dick. {Tami starts laughing, and soon Candi joins her Nic: I do not have a pinky dick! Lizzy: Bye guys. Thanks. See you soon. He closes the phone. "So what's the thing about the pinky dick?" She gets up off the couch and helps pull him up. "That whole conversation, and that's all you got out of it?" "I don't have a small dick!" Lizzy shakes her head, exasperated. "Tami saw you first last night and tried to snag you, but the bouncer blocked her. So when she returned to the table, we kinda made up all these horrible things about you: bad breath, premature ejaculation, tiny dick, etc." Nic thinks about it for a while. "Ah, I get it now. 'I don't care what the others think ...'. That's what you were talking about last night." "I don't know what I was thinking last night. That was just so not like me. I would apologize for offending you, but you're an ass, and I know you enjoyed it." He spanks her ass before they settle down at the table for breakfast. There's a carrot/orange muffin, a white chocolate cranberry muffin, one bowl of oatmeal with dried fruit, and two cups of coffee. They chat while they eat, sharing the bowl of oatmeal. After the meal, it's time to say goodbye. He says he'll have his man, Malcolm, drive me wherever I want. I use the bathroom one last time. Nic is in the main room when I come out of the bathroom. On the bed is a stack of cash and a white paper pharmacy bag with a small box inside that says "Plan B One-Step". I pick up the cash. It's all $100 bills. A quick count and its $4,000. I look around and see myself in the mirror. Dressed to kill and holding enough cash to pay my rent for the next few months. I keep shifting between the cash and the mirror. I walk in front of the big mirror, morning after pill in one hand, prostitution money in the other. I could really use it, but my great one-night-stand would be warped into something I would never be proud of. I take one of the hundreds and fold it into a little origami swan and leave it on the dresser, on top of the stack of cash. I do put the pill carton back in the bag and take that with me. We say our goodbyes as a man I've never seen before enters the condo. "Good morning, Sir. Miss." "Morning, Malcolm. Would you drive Lizzy anywhere she wants to go." "Yes, sir. Anytime you're ready, miss. I'll be right outside the door." We both watch as he backs up and turns before leaving the condo silently. Do I mention the cash? Should I be mad at him? He pulls me into his arms and kisses me goodbye. "You OK?" "Yeah, a bit sore, but otherwise I'm good." "You're sore? Do you know what those damn pressure points feel like this morning? I should spank you again, just so you can suffer with me." I'm laughing too hard to be mad at him. "Trust me. I know. Four older brothers have done that to me for years." "Ah, so that's where that particular tidbit of knowledge came from. Lesson well learnt." We're laughing. I know it's time to leave. "Thank you, Nikolai. I had a great time. And thanks for this." I show him the white bag. I don't tell him what's in it, or not in it. "You're very welcome. I wasn't sure how you'd take it, but I thought it'd be better to give you the option, than not. You're not mad?" "I'm not sure. I should be. This weekend was for me to relax; I guess I just don't want to be mad anymore." Another quick kiss and I leave the condo. I don't look back at the tall sexy man wearing only a pair of sweat pants. As expected, Malcolm is standing outside waiting for me. He escorts me down the elevator into the underground parking. I give him the address of Candi and Tami's place. We drive in silence for a while. "Malcolm, are you the one who brought breakfast this morning? "Yes miss." "Thank you. It was delicious. Did you also go to the pharmacy?" "Ahhh... yes miss." I can tell by his voice that he's uncomfortable. "Thank you for that also. I guess you have to do that often." "No miss. This was actually the first time for that particular errand. He's actually quite discriminating about who he spends his time with." That I wasn't expecting. "Ummm... Thank you Malcolm." "Anytime miss." He drops me off at my friend's apartment building. He opens the car door for me and waits by the car until I'm buzzed in. I wave goodbye to him. ******* It's early afternoon when Malcolm returns to the office of Nikolai Kerchenko; businessman, entrepreneur, philanthropist, and New York City crime lord. He updates his boss on some things he's taken care of this morning, before placing a manila envelope on the desk. Only one word is written on the envelope - Lizzy. Nic looks up at him questioningly. "Already? You only had her first name." Malcolm indicates the envelope. As Nic opens it and slides the paperwork out, Malcolm gives him a summary. "It was easier than you think. You just fucked police royalty. Her paternal grandfather was Police Commissioner until he retired. Father is a cop. Brothers are cops. Currently, in the metro NY area, 87 immediate family members are with the police force; parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews. I didn't even get to retired,s or shirt tail relatives yet. When she graduates, she can go anywhere we want her to go." Nic is looking at the four pictures on the first page, before glancing at the rest of the report. "We've met a lot of these cops before; most of them can't be bought. Are you sure she took the money? It would be out of character for her...lineage." Nic looks up at him, then toward the bedroom. "I just glanced in; the money wasn't on the bed." He stands and they both go into the bedroom. There on the dresser is a stack of cash, with a green swan sitting on top. "Shit." "C'est la vie. She would have been sweet to have on payroll though. Better luck next time, boss." Malcolm laughs. "At least we know she wasn't undercover. No way in hell they would have let you fuck their little princess." Nikolai takes a deep breath. Not quite sure what to think. He doesn't know if he should be proud she refused the payment, or pissed that she didn't take it. "We tried. Let's get back to work." The next day, a small origami swan made from a $100 bill sits blatantly on the corner of the desk of Nikolai Kerchenko; businessman, entrepreneur, philanthropist, and New York City crime lord. Everyone sees it on the obsessively organized, uncluttered desk. No one has the courage to ask about it. ~ ~ The End ~ ~ Short and sweet. I hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to feed the authors and click one of the stars below. As always, comments and e-mails are appreciated.