1 comments/ 99321 views/ 17 favorites Fallon's Final Fling Ch. 01 By: soflabbwlvr Chapter 1 Fallon McKenzie pulled into the Starlight Club parking lot, found an empty space beneath a lamp post, exited her Audi A4, and hurried toward the club entrance. She pushed open the heavy door, paid the cover charge, and then scanned the room for her friends. Despite the roar of dance music, loud voices, and even a siren that the bartender sounded every time he received a tip, the piercing laughter of her best friend, Selena Santana Salerosa (her parents were huge fans of Mexican music) penetrated the din and guided Fallon like a homing beacon to her group. She counted twelve heads crowded around two square tables pushed together to form one large platform. Eight bodies were crammed onto six chairs; the other four women were standing. "Helloooo!" Fallon called before anyone noticed her. "I'm heeeere!" The twelve ladies turned at once and broke into song: "Here comes the bride, Big fat and wide. See how she wobbles From side to side." "Hey, I'm standing right here," Fallon responded, "and I'll have all of you know that since Ryan and I announced our engagement, I've lost fifty pounds, thank you very much." "And Quashondra found them," Selena smirked. "Are you starting already, bitch?" Quashondra taunted Selena. "I still owe you a beating for wrecking my car on New Year's Eve." "Hey, that wasn't my fault," Selena responded. "The police cleared me of that mess." "Alright, ladies, everybody settle down," Fallon said. "We're here to have fun tonight, OK?" "Hey Fallon, did you make your goal?" one of the ladies at the end of the table asked. "Almost. I missed by ten pounds." "Ten?" Selena quizzed. "OK--fifteen pounds. But everyone knows the last five don't count. I still think I look damn good and a helluva lot hotter than any you." Fallon stepped to the table, turned a quick pirouette, curtsied, and then broke out into laughter. Selena stepped forward and gave her a big hug and kiss. The other girls followed in turn. Once the greetings were completed, Fallon took a seat and shouted for a waitress' attention. "Put your hand down," Selena said to Fallon. "Everything's under control. Drinks will be here in just a second." "So," Fallon asked, "what's the plan for this evening? When does the stripper get here?" "I could tell you the plan," Michelle answered, "but then I'd have to kill you. And since you already bought the dress and it's too late for your father to get his deposit money back, well, we're just going to have to do our best to keep you alive until tomorrow afternoon." "Yeah," Quashondra added, "the four-one-one is on a need to know basis, and since you're just a passenger on this party train, you don't need to know shit." A waitress approached with a champagne bucket. She was trailed by a waiter carrying two more buckets, and another waitress with a tray of crystal flutes. "OK," the first waitress said, "I've got three bottles of champagne, thirteen glasses, and appetizers are on the way. Do you want them all at once, or as they come up?" "Bring everything out as soon it's ready," Selena answered. "We're a hungry group, and some of us get violent when we don't get fed." "Yeah, I'll kill a bitch if anyone tries to come between me and my food," Quashondra snarled, eyeing everyone at the table. "She means it, too," added Natalie. "I've seen her take down a girl scout just because she didn't have any cookies. And it wasn't even cookie season." "OK, I get the picture," the waitress laughed. "I'll go check on your food as soon as I finish pouring your champagne--or would you rather that I check the kitchen first?" "Nah, you're good," Selena answered. "We don't want this bubbly to go flat on us. Michelle's already flat enough." "Eat me, bitch," laughed Michelle. "They may be small, but at least my tits are my own." "Hey! These tits are mine," Natalie chimed in while cupping her hands under her boobs. "I certainly paid enough for them." "Easy, girls, easy," Eva implored. "We're here to have fun, remember?" "That's right, Eva," Fallon answered. "F-U-N." The waitress poured the champagne, while Selena distributed the glasses to the entire table. Once everyone was served, the waitress left and Selena raised her glass in a toast. "OK, OK, everyone pay attention. First of all, I want to thank all of you for coming out tonight to help us celebrate Fallon's last night as a single woman. I wish I could say that she was going to be giving Ryan her virginity tomorrow night, but we all know that ship sailed a long time ago. This bitch goes down more often than panties in a bathroom. Her shit's been tapped more times than a keg at a frat party. She..." "Two guys!" Fallon interrupted, "I've been with two guys before Ryan!" "Relax, Fallon," Natalie said. "She's just jealous 'cos the only dick she gets requires two D batteries and never calls the next day. And Eva too--she's blushing." The girls all giggled. "At least it doesn't watch football all day, fart, or leave the toilet seat up," Selena countered. "As I was saying, tonight we're celebrating this bitch's retirement from chasing dick. That leaves more for the rest of you hard-up sluts. Now, I have events planned that will keep us busy until early in the morning, so I hope no one has to be home before dawn. Let's all raise our glasses to an evening with lots of laughs, a little naughtiness, plenty of alcohol, and let's hope no one gets so sick they can't make it to the church tomorrow. Cheers!" "Cheers!" the table shouted. "Once we've finished eating," Selena continued, "the activities will begin." "When does the stripper get here?" Fallon asked. "Stripper?" Eva interrupted. "Nobody told me about a stripper." "Bitch, all you ever think about is dick," Quashondra sneered at Fallon. "Don't your man give you enough?" "Shut up, Q. I'm a virgin, remember?" "Yeah, right, and my black ass is going on the hundred dollar bill. I wish I had a ticket to take a ride in your fantasy world. Where do you park your purple unicorn when you arrive for work at the rainbow factory?" "Alright ladies, listen up," Selena cut in. "Natalie has dresses for the bridal party to wear. The rest of you get to carry around bouquets. And Fallon, I have your outfit right here." Selena handed Fallon a plastic shopping bag. Fallon opened the bag and peered inside. "OK, this is going to be fun," she said as she reached into the bag and pulled out a white plastic headband with a short tulle veil attached to it. "Go put to the bathroom and change into your 'bridal gown,'" Selena said, while making finger quotes. "Natalie, hand me the bag with the dresses." Natalie picked up a large zippered bag from the floor and handed it to Selena. Selena reached in and pulled out a mustard yellow, knee-length, satin dress that she handed to Eva. "Did you have to give me the ugliest one?" Eva asked. "Actually, I didn't," Selena responded. "I saved that one for Natalie." Selena pulled out a pea-green dress with a ruffled skirt and huge bow on the back, which she handed to Natalie. "Since green is your color," Selena said. "It is not--especially not that puke green. Ugh!" "It is now. And see how it's cut low to enhance your new cleavage? Enjoy." "Woo-hoo. I can hardly wait to put this thing on and start strutting." "What you got for me?" Quashondra asked. "For you, my dear, I have something really special." Selena reached into the bag once again, this time pulling out a bright pink satin dress with white flowers sewn onto the skirt. "Oh, hell no," Quashondra cursed. "You know I don't wear pink. When have you ever seen me in pink? And I'm allergic to flowers, you know?" "Shut the hell up. Take the dress and go change. Michelle, I haven't forgotten about you." Selena grabbed a hanger and removed a bright orange dress, which she then held out for Michelle. "Oh, so I'm supposed to dress up like a pumpkin?" Michelle asked. "Is this a Halloween party or a bachelorette party? "Hell, I'll trade with you," Quashondra said. "Anything's better than this pink monstrosity. I'm gonna look like a fucking vagina in this mess." "Your fat ghetto ass can't fit into this one, bitch," Michelle answered. "This dress might be made for a pumpkin, but not the 'Great Pumpkin.'" "Give me a knife. I'm gonna carve me a pumpkin and then stuff your skinny ass in a crust and bake me some pie." "Ladies, enough bitching," Selena cut in. "We're here to have fun, remember?" "So, what does yours look like?" Eva asked Selena. Selena reached into the bag a final time. She pulled out a cerulean dress trimmed in lace, with a halter top and kerchief skirt. "What the fuck?" Quashondra howled. "The only dress that looks half-way wearable, and this stank whore is keeping it for herself." "Stop whining. I asked all four of you sluts to meet me at Goodwill last night, and nobody showed up. So this is on you, not me." "So that's how it is?" Michelle asked. "You're punishing us for having lives?" "If you call working until 7:00 every night without getting paid overtime, and then going home to microwave a frozen Lean Cuisine dinner and watch Lifetime Movie Channel with your cat having a life, then yeah, I suppose I am punishing you," Selena answered. "The only reason that Fallon made you maid of honor is because she was afraid of what you might do to her if she didn't," Eva said. "She should have been more afraid of what I would do if she did." Selena replied. "We're going to have some fun with her tonight, ladies." "Wooo-hoooo!" Fallon called from across the room. "We are going to party tonight!" The women all turned to see Fallon approach. She was stuffed into a white tank top two sizes too small for her curvaceous body, and a white knit mini-skirt that barely covered her rounded butt cheeks. Her generous breasts were spilling out of the top of the tank. The veil covered the back of her hair, but stopped just past her shoulders. Fallon reached the table and twirled, revealing an inch of ass cheek when she moved. "Bride of Fuckenstein" was painted on the back of the tank in silver glitter. "Wouldn't your husband love to see you now!" Natalie jeered. "Maybe I'll wear it to bed tomorrow night," Fallon said. "It's probably classier than what you were planning to wear," Selena scoffed. "What would you know about class, Little Miss I-Get-Laid-By-A-Different-Guy-Every-Weekend?" Quashondra asked, her head snapping from side to side. "At least I get laid," Selena responded. "When's the last time you saw a dick where you weren't stuffing dollar bills into a G-string?" "Ladies! Ladies!" Fallon called. "We're here to have fun, remember?" "I'm having fun," Quashondra sneered, rolling her shoulders. "Let's go change," Selena urged, "so we can get the entertainment started." "I'm so excited," Fallon said to the ladies seated at the table. "My last night of freedom. This is going to be epic." Selena and the four bridesmaids retreated to the bathroom. Fallon poured champagne and chatted with the other guests while they waited for the women to return. Twenty minutes later, Selena led a procession of women in garish dresses from the restroom to the table. They heard catcalls and jeers as the costumed phalanx worked its way through the crowded nightclub. "Don't you ladies look lovely?" Fallon asked. "Shut the fuck up," Quashondra replied. "OK!" Selena called to the table. "Natalie, pass out the flowers to the other ladies. Michelle, distribute these lists. Now, I want all of you to form into four teams. Each of the bridesmaids will be a team leader. The object is for each team to acquire all of the items on the list before Fallon completes her list. The last team to finish has to cover the bar tab. The members of any team that finishes before the bride get entered into a drawing for this basket containing a one hundred dollar gift certificate for Victoria's Secret, a bottle of Dom Perignon, a certificate for one night at the South Beach Ritz-Carlton, a deluxe vibrator with attachments, fur-lined handcuffs, a whip, and a mask." "Did you just empty your closet?" Natalie asked. "Nobody wants your used toys." "Pay attention, bitches," Selena snapped. "You stupid sluts could learn something tonight. And Natalie, your fake titties couldn't handle what I have in my closet." "Fuck you, Selena." "If I did, that would be the best sex you've ever had." "Bite me." "I would, but I hear silicone is toxic. Now, can we get back to business?" "Please do," Eva answered. "Fun--remember?" "Now, here are the rules," Selena said. "For all drinking challenges, you must get someone in the bar to buy you a drink. You can't buy them for each other, and you can't start a tab. OK? Bring me the empty glass and make sure I see it before you leave. If I don't mark it off, you don't get credit. "All items must be obtained in order. You cannot obtain items from the same person more than once. "For non-drinking items, take a picture with your team member's face in the picture. No face, no credit. Message the picture to my phone--the number is on your sheet. Every girl's face must appear in at least one picture or the team loses the challenge. Fallon, you have no teammates, so your butter face has to be in every picture." "Butter face?" Fallon's forehead furled. "Do I have butter on my face?" "She means--oh forget it," "Natalie answered. "All items must be obtained on the premises," Selena continued. "You can use the restroom, the entrances, the dining area, the kitchen--anywhere on the premises. "You cannot carry any cash or credit cards. In fact, leave your purses at the table. I'll take care of them." "Like hell you will," Quashondra interrupted. "Q--" Selena said. "None of my shit better come up missing, or I'll fuck a bitch up, understand?" "Agreed. Alright, any questions? None? OK, Fallon, since you're on your own, you get a fifteen minute head start. Ready. Go!" Fallon removed her phone from her purse, set the purse on the table, and took off with her list in hand. She angled her way through the crowd, heading in the direction of the bar. "OK, ladies," Selena said in a hushed tone. "Forget everything I just said. The only one who is playing scavenger hunt is Fallon. She's the real entertainment for the evening. The rest of you, just mill about and have fun. There will be an open bottle of champagne all night. Every once in a while, stop by here and drop off a shot glass so it looks like you're all playing the game. Keep an eye on our silly bride. When she's almost finished, I'll send everyone a text so you'll know the game's over. Any questions?" "Yes," Natalie answered. "Why are you doing this?" "Why?" Selena asked. "Because I owe her for ruining my graduation party. She got plastered and made an ass of herself. My parents are still pissed at me for what happened." "That was four years ago," Eva countered. "That's easy for you to say. She didn't get shit-faced at your party, hit on your Dad's boss and throw up all over his wife." "It's true," Natalie interrupted. "It was embarrassing. I get nauseous just thinking about it." "Look, we're just going to have a little fun at her expense," Selena added. "If she makes an ass of herself, it'll be her own party that gets ruined. By tomorrow afternoon she'll be married and won't even remember what happened. Then, I'll post the pictures on line when she's off on her honeymoon. We will all get a good laugh, and then I'll take them down before she gets back." "Oh my god!" Michelle said. "Have you looked at this list? This is going to be hilarious!" "You're kind of evil." Eva turned to Selena and grinned. "Thank you," Selena replied. "But I'm aiming for World Class Badass Bitch. Let me know when I get there." "After tonight, I'm sure the academy will be polishing your trophy," Natalie added. "Enough chitchat, ladies. Get out there and have some fun." Fallon's Final Fling Ch. 01 "Coming right up!" The bartender disappeared, and then returned a minute later. He set two tall shot glasses on the bar, along with a small plate with two lime wedges and a salt shaker. "How do you do this?" Fallon asked. "Watch." Chris made a fist, licked his hand, and sprinkled salt on the moist spot. He licked the salt, drained the shot glass, and then bit into a piece of lime. "Interesting," Fallon said. "I didn't know there was a ritual involved." "It has always been thus," Chris replied, bowing his head. "Now it's your turn, grasshopper." Fallon licked her hand, sprinkled the salt, and then licked her hand once again. She lifted the shot glass to her lips, tilted her head back, and swallowed. "Ewwww! That's nasty!" "Bite the lime. It kills the aftertaste." Fallon took a bite of the lime wedge. "That's a little better. Thank you." "And now there's the small matter of my payment?" "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you, cutie." Fallon turned toward Chris, put her arms around his neck, and lifted her mouth to his. Chris turned his face to Fallon, lowered his mouth meet to hers, and pressed his willing lips against her moist mouth. When Fallon did not immediately back away, Chris pushed his tongue past her lips, searching for the back of her throat. Fallon felt a surge of warmth flush across her face. She responded by pushing her tongue into Chris' mouth. Chris took that as a signal to proceed. He wrapped his arms around Fallon's waist, grabbed a handful of ass in each palm, and squeezed. Fallon started to back away, but the heat spreading across her face and chest compelled her to do the opposite. She leaned into Chris, extended her tongue as far she could, and ground her crotch against his bulge. Encouraged by Fallon's response, Chris pulled her closer and rubbed his groin against her. The two made out like teenagers for about thirty seconds. Eventually, Fallon regained her senses and backed away. "Wow," she gasped. "That was some kiss." "Mmm, I'll say. What do you say we get out of here and turn this into a private party?" "I can't do that. I'm getting married tomorrow. And besides, all my friends are here. Yikes! I hope no one was watching me." "Maybe later? One last fling? Mine could be the last cock you ever see as a single woman." "Umm, no. Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. But thank you for the drink, I really appreciate your help. I have to get going--I still have a lot more items on this list." "Well, OK, and thanks for the kiss. And don't forget my offer. I'll be here until around one." "Unless you get lucky with someone else?" "Uh, you know ... you never know." "That's what I thought. Good luck, and thanks again." Fallon picked up her shot glass and headed back toward the table. Fallon's Final Fling Ch. 01 Celeste crept up behind Fallon, put her hands on Fallon's waist, and then slid them under her tank top. She caressed Fallon's smooth belly, and then reached for her full breasts. Fallon sighed as a wave of pleasure washed over her body, and then collapsed into Celeste's enveloping arms. Her tongue continued jousting with Delilah's while Celeste applied gentle pressure to her nipples. Fallon felt the tingling sensation cascade over her skin, starting at her mouth and terminating at her clit. The more the two women touched her, the more aroused she became. Fallon was too far gone to realize that Delilah had released one handful of her hair. She became aware of that hand when it reached under her skirt and started probing her slit. Fallon's knees buckled when Delilah grazed her clit. She straightened herself, leaned backward into Celeste, and parted her thighs for Delilah's adept fingers. Delilah curled her index finger around her middle finger, and then slid it into Fallon's moist tunnel. She pressed her thumb against Fallon's clit and applied light pressure in a slow, circular motion. "Oh my god!" Fallon gasped, bending her neck backward. The tingling that originated in her mouth and nipples was now focused in her wet slit. Her clit was throbbing against Delilah's thumb, while the fingers sliding in and out of her tunnel were becoming slicker by the second. "What are you doing to me?" Fallon panted. "My, my, our little bride is rather wet, isn't she?" Delilah teased. Fallon tried to answer, but all that came out was a squeal. "Kiss me again," Delilah demanded. Fallon leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Delilah's. Her tongue was instantly between Delilah's lips, seeking the back of her throat. Delilah increased the pressure of her thumb on Fallon's clit, while at the same time increasing the speed of her fingers gliding in and out of the younger woman's slit. "Where are my fingers?" Delilah asked. "In..." Fallon breathed, "...my pussy." "Do you want me to stop?" Fallon withdrew her hand. "No! Please!" Delilah slipped three fingers into Fallon and twisted them in a corkscrew motion. "Unnnnnh!" Fallon groaned. "Is this a fair payment for my underwear?" "Yes! Yes!" "Are we even?" "Yes!" "Wrong. I'll tell you when we're even." Delilah thrust her fingers in and out of Fallon's slick tunnel. Juices were running down her wrist as she twisted her fingers in Fallon's cunt. Fallon felt her knees buckle as her orgasm rose up in a wave, blocking out all sight and sound. She didn't notice the nearby dancers staring and pointing in her direction. "Ungh! Ungh! Mmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhh!" Fallon collapsed into Celeste, who supported the smaller woman's limp body and prevented her from sliding to the floor. "Now, we're even." "Yes," Fallon sighed. "Even. Thank you." "You rather enjoyed that, didn't you?" "Are you kidding? That was amazing." "I'm beginning to think you've signed up for the wrong team, sweetie. Are you sure you want to get married tomorrow?" "Yes, of course. That was just the alcohol taking control. I'm strictly dickly." "Sure you are. If you change your mind, you know where to find me." "Why does everyone keep saying that to me?" "C'mon, I'll walk you to the bathroom," Celeste said. "Wait--I need to get a pic." Fallon took out her cell phone and exchanged it for the thong. She held the panties in one hand while she circled her other arm around Delilah's waist. "Say pussy," Celeste teased. "Pussy!" The camera flashed as the two women giggled. Celeste handed the phone back to Fallon and grabbed the panties from her. "Wait for me, Delilah, I'll be right back." Celeste held Fallon by the arm and walked her toward the restrooms. When they reached the ladies room, they found that the line was gone. The two walked inside without stopping. "Can I have the panties now?" "In a second. There's still the matter of my finder's fee." "Finder's fee?" "Of course. I made it possible for you to get the underwear. I should be rewarded too." "And what do you want?" "Just a kiss." "A kiss?" "That's all. Just a kiss." Fallon closed her eyes, tilted her head, and puckered her lips. Celeste guided Fallon to an open stall, closed the door, and lowered her mouth to Fallon's face. Fallon's lips parted in anticipation. Celeste licked Fallon's mouth, and then sank to her knees. She pulled Fallon's skirt up to her waist, pushed her knees apart, and slipped her tongue between the folds of Fallon's pussy. "Ohhhhhh! Not fair. You said a kiss." Celeste flicked her tongue up and down Fallon's slit, drinking in the fluid flowing from her canal. She found Fallon's clit, sucked it between her teeth, and flicked her tongue back and forth. "Mmmmmm! That feels sooo good," Fallon hummed. Celeste sucked on Fallon's pussy for another minute, then stood up and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips taste like my pussy. "You said just a kiss." "I did say that. I didn't say where." "You can't just leave me like this. I'm so close." "I'm sorry, honey, but Delilah is waiting for me. I have to get back out there before some other dyke moves in on her. She's definitely not going home alone tonight." "Alright. I see." "Here's my number. If you change your mind, call me." "Ah, sure. Good night. And thanks again." Fallon's Final Fling Ch. 02 Author's note: This story contains extreme sexual situations, including abduction, non-consensual sexual encounters, and pegging. If these subjects offend you, proceed no further. Chapter 2 Fallon heard footsteps approach from behind her prone body. The impact of the footwear on the pavement was both harder and louder than she considered appropriate for a woman's gait. She must be wearing boots. The footsteps stopped just inches from her body. Fallon felt a hand clutching her hair and yanking her face off the dirty pavement. She twisted her head in an attempt to see her captor, but the woman's face was outside Fallon's line of sight. "I don't need to search you," the woman said, "there's nowhere for you to hide anything." The woman grabbed Fallon's left wrist and snapped a Plasticuff on it. She took Fallon's cell phone and stuffed it into her pocket. She then grabbed the right wrist and repeated the procedure. Fallon was laying face down on the pavement, her hands bound behind her back, while contemplating the fact that her bachelorette party was passing without her. A tear seeped out of her eye and dripped onto the blacktop. "Please?" she pleaded. "I didn't do anything." "I am advising you not to say another word until I've read you your rights. But first..." Bill jumped to his feet and took off running down the alley. Hindered by his partially undone pants, he managed to cover five yards before the officer reached across her body, drew her bulky weapon, and marked her target with a red dot. She paused for a second and then fired. Two metal barbs struck Bill in the lower back. The sound of electricity crackling through two wires pierced the darkness. Bill went down to the pavement face first with the barbs still implanted in his lower back. For several seconds they continued to deliver an electrical charge to his torso. Bill's body twitched as the muscles in his back contracted. He tried to stand up, but his body would not cooperate. After several seconds he stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground in a quivering heap. "Do I need to warn you?" the officer snarled in Fallon's direction. "Or did you learn something from your boyfriend's mistake?" "I won't move," Fallon sobbed. "I promise." The officer stood up and walked over to where Bill lay twitching. She removed the cartridge from the front of the electronic control device and pushed the exposed tip against Bill's rib cage. "I almost never get a chance to use this thing," she said. "Stand up slowly. Put your hands on top of your head. Don't do anything stupid, or I'll discharge 50,000 volts directly into your kidney." Bill staggered to his feet. He put his hands on top of his head, and then leaned into the wall when his legs began to wobble. The officer started at his neck, and then patted his shoulders, chest, arms, waist, and back. She felt his front pockets and then his back pockets. She reached around and found his flaccid cock hanging out of his open fly. "I'm putting your cock back into your pants. Make sure it stays there." She continued patting down his legs until she reached his ankles. She then stood up, grabbed his wrists, twisted them behind his back, and snapped the Plasticuffs into place. She pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, looked at his driver's license, and then stuffed it into her pocket. "Now let's walk over to the car." Holding Bill by one arm, she led him to her cruiser. The engine was running, the headlights were shining straight ahead, and a spot light was still targeting the area where Fallon was laying on the ground. "Listen up. The two of you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you free of charge. Do you understand these rights?" "Yes," Bill answered. "I do," Fallon sobbed. The officer opened the rear door of the squad car and pushed Bill inside. She then walked over to Fallon, who was still lying prone on the ground. She grabbed Fallon by her arms and helped her to her feet. Once Fallon was on her feet, the officer scrunched her nose and glared at Fallon. "What the fuck? You stink of piss!" The officer shone her flashlight on Fallon's skirt. It was soaked. "God dammit, you fucking pissed yourself!" "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." "You aren't getting into my car smelling like piss, god dammit. Stupid fucking cunt." The officer pulled Fallon's skirt to her ankles. "Step out of it," she commanded. Fallon complied. She then ripped Fallon's tank top off her body and used it to wipe her down. Once her stomach, thighs, and crotch were sufficiently dry, she threw the tank on the ground. "Now get your fucking ass in the car, and you better not piss again. If you do, I'll use your tongue to clean it up." The officer shoved Fallon's naked body into the back of the car and closed the door. She removed Fallon's cell phone from her pocket, threw it on the ground, and smashed it with her heel. She took her seat behind the wheel, turned the air conditioning as low as it could go, and then turned the fan to maximum. "Dispatch, this is Alpha Victor three-seven-nine," she barked into the radio handset. "Go ahead, Alpha Victor three-seven-nine," the radio answered. "I've got one male and one female suspect under arrest. The male suspect is named Bill Thornton, thirty-six years of age. The female is a Jane Doe, I'd say probably twenty-five or twenty-six years old. They're each to be charged with one count of public intoxication, drunk and disorderly conduct, lewd and lascivious conduct, indecent exposure, resisting arrest without violence, and resisting arrest with violence. I'm leaving the scene now. I should be at the station in fifteen minutes." "Negative, Alpha Victor three-seven-nine. We can't handle your suspects. Gang detail did a sweep tonight and we have forty-six perps awaiting processing. The earliest we can get to your suspects is approximately three hours from now." "Then what the hell am I supposed to do with them? Let them walk?" "Unless you or the suspects need medical treatment, that's what I recommend. Your choices are to release them, babysit them for the next three hours, or drive them out to Metro-West and process them there." "That's an hour away. No thank you." "Then you're releasing them?" "I guess so. Larson out." Fallon breathed a sigh of relief. The officer turned off the spot light, put the car in gear, and drove through the dark alley. "Hey, where are we going?" Fallon asked. "I thought you said you were letting us go." "Why would I do that? Am I supposed to forget that I caught you in the process of committing several crimes?" Naked, shivering, and dizzy, Fallon sobbed in the back seat of the car. She was nauseous and her head was spinning from all the alcohol she consumed in the club. Don't puke. Just don't puke. And don't piss. Fallon's Final Fling Ch. 02 When she was done, Officer Larson stood up and leaned into Fallon. She placed her mouth within inches of Fallon's ear and whispered. "I'm almost finished." Fallon sighed. She took note of her own arousal, which was becoming a new source of frustration. Her response to the officer's ministrations was shocking, but she was helpless to do anything about it. Officer Larson cupped Fallon's bald crotch with her naked hand. She rubbed up and down the slit, spreading the copious moisture along the lips and mound. At first Fallon was embarrassed when she noticed the scent of her pussy wafting from below, but became aroused as the odor invaded her nostrils. The officer stopped rubbing just long enough to slip two slender fingers into Fallon's steaming cunt. She fingered her with two digits for several seconds, and then added a third. Fallon gasped as she felt an orgasm approaching. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "That's..." Officer Larson removed her fingers. Fallon groaned. "Why?" "Did you really think I was going to let you climax? We're not here for me to entertain you, honey. I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea about how the criminal justice system works." "Please," Fallon pleaded. "I'll do whatever you say." "I'm not worried about that. You've already guaranteed your cooperation. Now, let's finish searching you for contraband. I have a constitutional right, you know." The officer slipped her glove hand between Fallon's legs. She moved it back and forth, collecting moisture on the tip of her index finger. She slid the finger to Fallon's anus and pushed. The finger slid in after some initial resistance. "Ungh! There's nothing in there!" "I know, but regulations say I have to check. Are you objecting?" "No," Fallon moaned. Officer Larson removed her hand, wiped her glove on Fallon's thigh, and then walked over to Bill. She stood next to his horizontal form, looked down, and smiled. Without warning she delivered a vicious kick to Bill's ribs. "Umpf," he groaned. "I'm bored. Time to entertain me." Fallon's Final Fling Ch. 02 "No! Please!" Fallon sobbed. "I can't stay. I have to go home." "You should have thought of that before you opened your fucking mouth. Now shut it while I finish enjoying your boyfriend. Has anyone ever told you that he has a nice dick?" The officer swiped her boot against the night stick, knocking it out of Fallon's cunt. Fallon lost her balance and slid to the floor, landing hard on her naked ass. She caught herself before she could cry out, biting her lip instead. At least I can stretch my thighs now. I don't know how much longer I could have squatted with that stick jammed up my pussy. Officer Larson retrieved the stick, walked over to Bill, and knelt between his outstretched thighs. She spit on the end of the stick and placed it against Bill's anus. "Pay attention, lover girl," she said to Fallon. "You're next." She grabbed Bill's erect cock with one hand and twisted the nightstick with the other, pushing the hard tip against Bill's ass. Bill moaned as she forced the rod past his sphincter. A tear escaped from the corner of his eye and rolled toward the floor. The officer continued twisting and pushing the stick until she worked three inches into Bill's ass. Bill groaned in pain, but he didn't say a word. "I think he likes it," Officer Larson said. "Look at his cock." Fallon lifted her eyes an inch and focused her sight on Bill's groin. She was surprised to see that he was still hard. He's actually enjoying this? Officer Larson turned her back toward Bill's face and lowered her crotch to his cock. Her pussy easily slid down the erect shaft which seemed to be standing taller and firmer than before. With both hands she clutched the end of the nightstick protruding from Bill's ass, leaned forward, and–using the stick for leverage–resumed riding his cock. The officer's pussy was even juicier than the first time she rode Bill. The slushy, slurping noises coming from her crotch were the only sounds that could be heard over her panting and Bill's moans. Fallon couldn't decide if the noises escaping Bill's mouth were caused by pain or pleasure–or a mixture of both. Fallon was grateful that she was able to relax her thighs, but she missed the feeling of the stick filling her pussy. God, I need to cum. Bill's cock...his tongue...that stick...hell, even my finger...I could use anything right now. Officer Larson reached a quick climax, but continued riding. She slowed her pace and focused her attention on the stick jutting out of Bill's ass. "So, ass eater, I see you like taking up the ass," she teased. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck my ass after I'm finished fucking yours, wouldn't you? Does lover girl take it up the butt? She looks like a butt slut. I'll bet you have a good old time drilling her chubby ass, don't you? Hmmm? Maybe you should eat her ass and get her ready for it. Or maybe I should get her ready with my stick. What do you say, ass eater? Should we take turns fucking lover girl's butt? Will she like it as much as you do?" Bill moaned in response, but the noise he emitted sounded less like pain and more like pleasure. How is it possible that he can still be hard while she tortures him? Is it really torture if the victim enjoys it?