3 comments/ 17560 views/ 4 favorites Camilla's Weakness By: BlueOpticNerve The police station was quiet. Only a few officers were bustling from holding cells to the lobby and back again. They processed vagrants and druggies for the usual nonviolent crimes that overwhelmed the city. The reminder of the force was responding to an actual threat. A nearby explosion and heist at a local jewelry boutique. Dozens were injured and countless jewels had been stolen. Detective Camilla Soto arrived at the station, fresh from the scene of the crime. On the short trek to her desk Camilla's comely appearance turned the heads of a few cons and even some fellow policemen. A fact that often bothered Camilla. Yet, her professional polish and diminutive figure couldn't hide the natural allure of an unblemished olive complexion and pronounced cheekbones, regardless of how little makeup she wore. Nor could her charcoal-gray pant suit hide the supple, fit body that lied beneath. With the department drained of resources due to the recent heist Camilla knew she was in for what would soon become a mountain of paperwork. A massive workload that the rookie detective had not yet grown accustomed to. It wasn't that Camilla had a distaste for her job. In fact, she loved her work. Though her talents and expertise lied in her ties to the Hispanic community and sound investigative work, not the daily grind of pencil pushing. At her desk Camilla pulled her raven black hair into an ever so tight bun. She peered down the lenses of her stylish, thick-framed eyeglasses as she shifted through her evidence and notes of the eyewitness accounts gathered outside the jewelry boutique. Soon a vague description of the assailant and timetable of events began to form. Comfortable with the information she had and proud of her findings the young detective prepared to call her partner and send out an APB on the person of interest. Prior to her dialing Camilla noticed a list on her partner's desk. It contained descriptions of individuals recently arrested or brought in for questioning for various reasons. As her eyes roamed over the document she noticed one particular Jane Doe that aroused her interest. The suspect was being held for gun possession without a permit. There was no photo present, but her description was similar to Camilla's suspect. The woman was also apprehended only a few blocks away from the explosion. This was all to tempting for the rookie detective. Camilla Soto had risen in the ranks nearly as fast as any other woman in the department's history. The prudent thing to do would have been to alert her superiors, but Camilla hadn't thrived in her profession by being prudent. Camilla wanted this bust, and if her hunch was right she'd have it. Striding confidently pass the uniformed officers assigned throughout the building Camilla made her way to the interrogation rooms, with each step accompanied by the sharp clack of her black pumps. Camilla had a folder of evidence clasped in one hand, a pen for the perpetrator to sign their confession in the other, and excitement welling inside her stomach. Unlike the stacks of monotonous paperwork, this part of the job was what Camilla loved. The interrogation, the art of breaking down a prospective criminal. Moments later Camilla Soto arrived at the door of interrogation room 2. She straightened her back and fanned out the jacket of her pant suit. Her attire was crisp and clean. She was ready. Twisting the doorknob Camilla stepped inside the white room. And that's when everything changed. When Camilla's eyes locked to the suspect the young detective was struck with a torrent of emotion. The once brisk gait Camilla carried herself with became a tentative shuffle, inching to her flimsy chair at the stainless steel table positioned in the room's center. The woman across from her was no stranger. It was someone the detective knew all too well. "Have you missed me, Cammy?" The suspect then brushed the bangs of her short, artfully disheveled strawberry-blonde hair from her face, reveling a predatory leer behind light freckles and sultry green eyes. Camilla averted her soft brown eyes away from the suspect, Vanessa Graves. The rookie detective scanned over a blank manila folder in a vain attempt to hide her insecurity. She then cleared her throat and adjusted her eyeglasses, before glancing back across the table of the brightly lit interrogation room. "Well?" Vanessa was staring right through the detective. "I'm not going to answer that question. And don't call me Cammy." Camilla shifted in her seat, turning her flushed face out of view from the tripod camera in the corner, the only set of eyes the outside world had into the 8x8 room. "Don't worry. I doubt anyone is watching. This department seems awfully undermanned tonight." Vanessa leaned back in her wooden chair, fulsome cleavage poured out between her pink, plaid button-up shirt, which just happened to be missing the top three buttons. Unlike Camilla's modest figure, Vanessa's curves fought against every stitch of her outfit. "Everyone else is responding to the explosion at Boudier's Diamond & Jewelery." Camilla tapped her well-manicured index finger on a pile of incriminating papers. "Oh my, I thought I was just here for gun possession," Vanessa said. Camilla spread several documents out on the table. Each hand gesture felt like it was being dissected and scrutinized. "What were you doing in the minutes prior to your arrest?" "This is a good look for you. Kind of like a sexy librarian." Vanessa gave a playful lean of her head. "If you don't start talking, if you don't start giving me answers, this is going to get bad for you," Camilla said. "I see you carry yourself with almost as little authority in the interrogation room as you did in our relationship." Vanessa slowly ran her fingers upwards between the inner curve of her breasts. Camilla pursed her thin lips together, exhaled in exasperation, and readied her papers in preparation to leave. "I don't have to put up with this. This is a conflict of interest. My partner will be here in half an hour. Have fun waiting." Camilla stood and made for the door. "Wait. I'll talk. I'll answer one question. Anything you want. Ask away." Vanessa folded her tone arms over her chest, still with a vulpine grin painted across her face. Camilla's hand paused on the heavy doorknob. The detective then moved to the room's camera, shutting it off with a nervous hand. "You'll answer one question?" "Just one," Vanessa replied. The detective was silent for a brief moment, steeling herself for what she couldn't refrain from asking. Swallowing a hard slab of tension down her throat she then spoke. "Why did you leave me? ...I loved you. I thought you loved me too." Camilla approached the table, hands half clinched and drawn inward. "Because you were boring." "I was boring? I say I was in love with you, and you call me boring? How can you be so flippant?" Camilla's voice was strained. "Now, now. I said only one question." Vanessa planted her palms on the table, slowly standing from her chair. Smiling as she caught her ex-lover steal a glimpse of her curvacious body. Vanessa sauntered towards Camilla, worn blue jeans hugging her firm, round butt, and shapely hips swinging side to side along the journey. Camilla motioned back, retreating to the corner of the cramped room. "Sit down." "No." "I am a Detective. This is my job. You will not treat me like this. You broke the law and--" Camilla's sentence broke off as Vanessa's soft palm lightly grazed her blushing cheek. The detective's body squeezed from the corner, but her face begrudgingly lingered upon the comforting touch of her former lover. Vanessa observed the detective pace and fidget around the room under the bright lights. "Look at yourself. You obviously still have feelings for me... Don't resist." "Just stop." Camilla wiped the sweat from her forehead, then began to tug and pull at her oppressively warm wool suit jacket. "Getting hot?" Vanessa said, viewing the young detective slip off her coat. "Oh, and aroused too." Camilla peered down the front of her white blouse only to see a set of hardened nipples standing at attention under the material. She quickly covered them with her slender arms. Vanessa's advances continued. She clasped the side of Camilla's butt with her left hand, pulling their warm bodies together. And placed her other hand on the underside of Camilla's chin, gently stroking with her fingertips, tilting the shorter woman's head slightly up. The sound of ruffling fabric filled the room. Camilla gradually stopped squirming, but refused to make eye contact. "You're trembling," Vanessa said, her moist breath cascading over Camilla's quivering lips with each word. "Stop it," Camilla said breathlessly. Unable to prevent Vanessa's aroma from invading her nose. Her ex-lover's natural scent and familiar perfume sent memories of sex filled nights and mornings surging back to the forefront of Camilla's mind. "I do miss you... and I miss the ways you took care of me." Vanessa glided her finger across Camilla's bottom lip. "Get me off." Camilla's eyes were shaking with vulnerability, but she finally summoned the strength to look Vanessa in the eyes. "Get you off? Here? Now? You're so crude." "Well, actually I meant all these charges against me. Make them go away. You don't want to send me to jail. But, it is interesting that your mind would go right to sex. I could be persuaded." Vanessa rolled her tongue slowly over her plump lips. Camilla's face burned red with emotions. Her brown orbs darted around the room, searching for a place to stare. No matter how hard she tried to avoid it her eyes always found their way back to the pile of evidence lying on the interrogation room table. She was overwhelmed, her mind swamped in frenzied deliberation, her entire face twisted into unease. Until she felt something. Vanessa unleashed a passionate kiss across Camilla's lips. Camilla helplessly reciprocated, her defenseless lips moved with Vanessa's. Her heavy eyelids shut closed and her body drifted in Vanessa's arms as the amorous kiss melted away her resolve. Drool puddled at the corners of Camilla's mouth as she endured the soft, sensual lip-lock. Camilla's tongue fluttered in ecstasy amid its oral massage. The kiss broke with a meek coo from Camilla. "We can try again. I should have never left you," Vanessa said. Conflict swirled inside Camilla's head, having never truly gotten over Vanessa leaving her. Vanessa was the one person she ever loved. But, for Camilla, it meant risking her career, what she had worked towards her entire life, years of school, money, and dedication. Still in Vanessa's embrace Camilla muttered her next thought aloud. "I thought I was boring?" Vanessa began rubbing Camilla's shoulders. "Destroying that evidence wouldn't be boring, would it? In fact, that would be just about the most exciting thing you've ever done." Camilla tenderly squeezed Vanessa's hips, fingers nervously flicking the denim waistband, her head down in shame. "I'll do it... I'll falsify what's here and I'll-- I'll destroy the rest." "Good girl," Vanessa said, knuckles gliding down the buttons on Camilla's white blouse. "So... we'll try again... we'll get back together?" Camilla commenced in gnawing on her lower lip, watching Vanessa's hands wander over her svelte body. "Let's start right now." Vanessa deftly plucked down the buttons on Camilla's blouse. "Oh god," Camilla uttered during a sharp exhalation, as Vanessa's smokey voice flowed relentlessly into her ears. Camilla's poise decaying by each passing second. "What if someone comes in?" "What if?" Vanessa undid the last button of Camilla's blouse, then swiftly untucked the shirt from the confines of a pair of expertly-tailored pants. Her fingers slipped under the collar and delicately spread the shirt open pass Camilla's narrow shoulders. Camilla was frozen, petrified with a deep wanton lust. Unable to fight what her body was screaming for. Her dewy eyes pinned to Vanessa's seductive green gaze. Camilla's sweaty palms lightly cupped her aggressor's elbows, shaking and flinching with each motion her old flame took. "I see you've stayed in shape," Vanessa said, kneading Camilla's tight stomach and tone obliques. Her hands teasing Camilla's perspiring flesh, eventually reaching around the back and undoing the clasp of a plain white bra. "Mmmm, I do love these little tits of yours, so perky." Vanessa rolled her lithe fingers over Camilla's modest bust, massaging them as she done so. "No tan lines either, I don't remember that when we first met. That's not like you... Unless, unless you're seeing someone? Oh, that's delicious. Are you being unfaithful Cammy?" The disarmed detective continued to deepen in shades of red. "You are!" Vanessa gave a sly smile. "Is it a boy? A girl?" Camilla peered upwards, a glare reflected off her lenses from the fluorescent light beaming down from the ceiling. "He doesn't mean anything to me." "I can see that," Vanessa said, her eyes traveling down Camilla's petite body. "You're dripping wet." She slid her hand up the inseam of Camilla's dress pants. This elicited a soft moan from Camilla, whose body now draped over Vanessa's as three agile fingers rubbed her damp, clothed pussy. Till that point she hadn't realized she was soaked down to her thighs with a dark puddle decorating the crotch of her outfit. "Why don't we let this hair down," Vanessa said. With a flick of her wrist she removed a hairpin, while tousling the detective's silky raven tresses with the other hand. Allowing Camilla's shoulder length hair to flow astray. Instinctively Camilla kicked off her pumps. Every bit of reluctance and doubt was being overruled by desire. "You don't need these either." Vanessa cast aside Camilla's prescription glasses. Unfazed by her $400 frames sliding across the floor, Camilla sensually kissed and nibbled at the flesh of Vanessa's neck. Lust was burning deep inside her. Vanessa was all she could think of. The anticipation for what would come next was driving her mad with arousal. "This is the Camilla I remember. Not that polished, little professional that walked in, but a woman who's a slave to my touch." Vanessa's hands delicately roamed and caressed Camilla's butt, legs, and breasts to the sight of a squirming detective, writhing with embarrassed enthusiasm. Three simple words were then whispered repeatedly by Camilla. "I love you. I love you..." "Is that right?" Vanessa gently nudged the detective's head to her soft, round tits. Teeth chattered as Camilla's clumsy hands tugged and pulled at the pesky buttons on Vanessa's shirt. Eventually revealing the strawberry-blonde's soft, creamy DD's. Camilla planted sloppy, eager kisses across the swell of Vanessa's faintly freckled breasts. Trembling palms and slender fingers squeezed the milky, pliable flesh of her lover's melons. Vanessa's arms relaxed to her side while Camilla's skillful, wet mouth suckled on her firm pink nipples. "Mmm, what was it you called me when we were dating? Oh yes, I remember... The best of both worlds." Vanessa's lips then curled into a knowing, but subtle smile. Camilla's jaw slackened, mouth salivating at her next thought. Vanessa's grasp closed around Camilla's thin wrists. Silently she backed to the hard edge of the room's steel table, guiding Camilla with each step. Releasing Camilla's hands, Vanessa gripped the tabletop. Camilla anxiously reached her right hand southward, clammy palm sliding down between Vanessa's thighs. She could feel it beneath the texture of the fabric. It was bulging, hard, and so warm to the touch. It was Vanessa's secret and one of the innumerable reasons Camilla found her former love so undeniably irresistible. "Knees," Vanessa said, voice laced with a dash of condescension. Camilla began to speak, to express her love, elation, and even gratitude. But only an inaudible whisper escaped her lungs. With knees quaking, her eyes ogled Vanessa's tone figure and serpentine curves once more. Drool dripped from Camilla's lower lip as she leaned into the warm body of her lover. Starting at the neck, Camilla passionately kissed trails down Vanessa's form. Lips gliding and caressing Vanessa's soft, ample bust, then below to her smooth, tight stomach and bellybutton. Finally Camilla found herself firmly on her knees. Mouth salivating and brown eyes affixed to her present. Reaching down Vanessa petted Camilla on the head. "Show me how much you love me." Without delay Camilla unzipped Vanessa's tight denim jeans. The detective's eager hands tugged at the waistband, sliding the bunched fabric down the curve of Vanessa's plump ass. As the pants fell to Vanessa's ankles, Camilla's eyes widened in delight. Vanessa's hard cock had sprung forth. Eight hairless inches of pure rapture now throbbed hypnotically in front of Camilla's craving lips. Camilla's delicate fingers stretched around the shaft's thickness as she cradled the rigid member to the soft skin of her face. She took a deep, impassioned breath, smelling the potent scent of her lover's girl-cock. Camilla's lips rolled against the warm length, planting light kisses as her mouth traveled to the bulbous tip. She raked her tongue across the cockhead, collecting a bead of sweet, tasty pre-cum. "Look at me," Vanessa said. A set of big brown eyes then gazed upwards, brimming with unabashed vulnerability. They met with Vanessa's possessive emerald stare. "Now suck." Camilla shoved her face down on the massive cock. Wasting no time she began to bob her head in earnest. The soft insides of her wet mouth yielded to Vanessa's inflexible meat. Her lips bubbled with slobber and pre-cum, dribbling onto her now messy chin. Camilla's damp twat continued to become increasingly soaked as she relished in her task. A fluctuating moan fled from Vanessa, echoing off the walls of the interrogation room. "Mmm yeah, that's good. Take it deeper slut. I wanna feel your throat." Camilla complied, hands latching to Vanessa's firm ass for leverage. Her lips twisted and sucked the spongy tip then traveled to the base. Tongue depressing and cheeks tightening as Vanessa's girth stuffed her mouth. Tears welled in Camilla's eyes as she staved off gagging, each reflexive swallow massaging the fleshy obelisk. Every beat of Vanessa's pulse sent ripples down Camilla's throat. A throat that was now bulging and burning with a massive cock. Vanessa's hips floated between Camilla's face and hands, shifting and swaying in what could sooner be described as spasms than thrusts. "That's a good little detective. Work that dirty mouth of yours." Vanessa could feel her body nearing its climax. The sounds of the athletic blowjob and the continuous slew of breathy wails reverberated inside the small room. A pinch of terror overcame Camilla as she briefly feared someone would hear. However, this worry was not enough to deter her. Camilla upped her tempo, moaning with each lunge of her head. Beads of sweat trickled down her lithe frame. Copious amounts of pre-cum invaded Camilla's slurping mouth. Her tongue lashed and swirled around the meaty treat sealed between her viscid lips. An acute twitch from Vanessa sparked excitement within Camilla. "I'm cumming!" Vanessa clinched her toes inside their shoes, tightened her calves, and squeezed her fingers down on Camilla's scalp. An eruption emanated from Vanessa's core. Her body shuddered as she could feel a deluge of semen surging through every inch of her shaft towards Camilla's maw. The hot cream flooded Camilla's wanting mouth. A cooing detective savored the salty spunk as it coated her slithering tongue and oozed from the corners of her lips. She continued to suck though, siphoning every drop of the tasty nectar she could from the still firing cock. Camilla delighted in the comforting warmth of each thick wad sliding down her swallowing throat. Camilla's Weakness Vanessa pulled her cumming cock out to the sound of a wet plop. A series of elastic, white ropes splashed the detective's face and hair. "Ohhh, take it!" Vanessa's climax continued for a few more pleasurable seconds before finally abating. Camilla was a slave to the moment, lost in the bliss of servicing Vanessa. The formerly prim and professional-appearing detective was now glazed in cum. Gaping and panting as she reveled in the sensation of her lover's seed cascading down her face, drizzling onto her tits, drying into her hair, and soaking the fabric of her pants. She languidly rolled her tongue over her sticky lips. Vanessa began to button up her pink shirt, spent cock still hanging inches from Camilla's face. "You know, Cammy, you're a horrible detective, but a great cocksucker. Such a hot mess." "I-- I--" Camilla struggled to find the words she wanted to say. "Did you forget where you were?" Vanessa glanced at the door then back to her bedraggled submissive. "Oh my god, oh my god." Camilla snapped back to reality. Frantically she reached for the papers on the table, wiping away what semen she could. Disregarding the indignity she commence in hastily licking the excess from her skin. A now clothed Vanessa playfully propped herself on the steel table. "I don't think any of your police friends will notice. You can't really tell, well aside from those strands of cum in your hair, the white crust all around your lips, and those cum stains on your pants." Camilla continued to clean herself using her white blouse to mop up the sweat and slime, hoping her suit jacket would cover what see missed. "How do I look?" "Like a used slut," Vanessa said. "Be serious. How do I look?" Camilla asked. Vanessa wet her thumb and rubbed it over Camilla's soiled face. "Passable. I just wouldn't talk to anyone or stand directly under the light." Camilla took a deep breath. "I'll get rid of the evidence. I promise. I can do it tonight." She leaned in for a kiss, only to be intercepted by Vanessa's index finger. "Good girl, but I don't want my cum smeared all over my face too," Vanessa said. "When can I see you again?" Vanessa's eyes scanned over Camilla, observing a hopeful, mess of a woman. Grabbing a pen from the table Vanessa took Camilla's hand and jotted down a number. "You'll need this. Make sure you call between 10 and 6 on a weekday," Vanessa said. Camilla couldn't contain her glee. A wide smile spanned from cheek to cheek. "I'll call tomorrow." It was time to walk the gauntlet from one side of the police station to the other. Camilla confidently stepped from the interrogation room, fully committed to doing Vanessa's bidding. The next morning... Camilla was in her apartment piled up on the couch and staring at the clock, heart still pounding from the prior day's events. Though, there were no regrets. Risking career and sacrificing integrity were small prices to pay if it meant earning Vanessa's love. If anything Camilla felt proud of her bold actions, with a mind at ease. Her body, however, was a different story. Camilla may have been brought to the precipice of ecstasy inside the passionate confines of the interrogation room with Vanessa, yet during the illicit tryst she did not receive her own orgasmic release. Unfortunately, Camilla found her vibrator a poor substitute for Vanessa's skillful ways. Finally after a restless night and hours of waiting the clock struck ten. With the phone already in hand Camilla starting dialing with childlike enthusiasm. Her jittery fingers hit the wrong digit to her chagrin. Hanging up she started over, this time with careful, yet anxious input. The phone began to ring. Butterflies fluttered about her stomach, multiplying with each new ring. Nervous excitement mounted at the thought of being with Vanessa for more than just a night of passion. A brief click signified someone answering the phone on the other end. "Wong's Dry Cleaning. We get your whi--" Camilla hung up. Her eyes reread the 7 digit number compulsively. Feeling she'd misdialed, Camilla started over. This time her eyes shifted from paper to phone, confirming every stroke of her finger. Once again the phone started to ring. Camilla sat, impatiently waiting to hear Vanessa's smokey voice. The phone picked up again. "Wong's Dry Cleaning. We get your whites whiter. Hello, this is Mr. Wong. How may I help you?" Camilla was momentarily perplexed, her mind struggled to connect the dots. After a few grueling seconds of deliberation she collapsed to the ground. A thud was quickly followed by a weepy, anguished cry, then a painful admission. "I'm such a fool."