Chapter 2

“And?” she whispered.

“And, you kick my legs apart and start groping me. You tell me you’re going to search me, and that I’d better cooperate.”

“Do you? Cooperate?”

“I don’t resist. I don’t want to make things worse for myself. You’ve made it very clear that you can send me away for a long time. So I let you do what you want — whatever you want. You’re moving your hands under my shirt, your nails scratch my stomach, your fingers tug at my bra and pinch my nipples.”

I feel my own nipples stiffen a bit as I think about last time I acted out this fantasy at home. “You tell me you’re going to find it, the thing that I stole. All the while I just feel your hot breath on my neck, and I try to stay still.”

“Do you? Stay still?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m trembling all over, and my knees are getting weak. But you’re pressed up against me so hard, Jo. I can’t go anywhere. I’m trapped between you and the wall. Next thing I know your hand is reaching down my pants. You tell me you’re going to have to do a body cavity search.”

“Oh, babe.” Jo’s voice was trembling.

“Yeah, I like that part,” I whispered, as I continued conjuring up images of my fantasy. “You search for a really, really long time. Deep too. Sometimes one finger, sometimes two or more. Pressing, filling me — over and over and over.

“I feel like I can’t stand up anymore. But you’ve got me pinned. I have no choice but to surrender to you. And sometimes Jo, sometimes I dream that I feel one of your fingers pushing into my ass. Like as deep as it can go. That gets me really quivery. Makes my knees shake.”

“Yeah, you’re really thorough. I’m pretty much a wreck by the time you’re done.”

“I bet,” she heaved. “So then what?”

“You tell me that with all the evidence you found, you can send me away for a long time. I don’t want to go back to prison, so I plead with you. I tell you I’ll do anything you want, but I can’t go back to the big house.”

“The big house?” she chuckled. “Babe, you watch too many bad movies.”

“It’s my fantasy, OK? Quit interrupting.”

“Sorry. So then what happens?”

“You tell me that my debt to society must be paid, and that with all the evidence against me, there’s no way I can avoid going to prison. I beg you for mercy. I can’t go back, I say. I’m on my knees, pleading.”

“This is where it gets good. I’m usually rubbing myself pretty hard at this point …”

“You heard me, Jo. I’m banging the shit out of myself. I get all sweaty and tangled up in the sheets. I dream it’s you holding me down. Then I imagine you grabbing me by the hair, and dragging me over to your desk.”

“Babe,” she says, and rests her hand on my thigh.

“Yeah,” I continue. “You tell me that one way or another, I’m going to pay my debt to society. If not in prison, then right here in your office, bent over your desk.”

“Oh, babe.” I feel her hand squeezing now.

“You order me to drop my pants …”

“And then you spank me Jo. Like hard. I beg you to stop, but you keep going. You tell me it’s this or prison. It hurts …”

“And you’re OK with this?”

“I’m thinking about it while I come, Jo. So yeah, I’d say I’m pretty OK with it.”

“Babe.” Her hand was in my lap now.

We were shielded from view by the surface of the counter, so I took her hand and pressed it hard into the folds of my skirt. I heard her inhale sharply. I looked at Jo, and then at her plate. “So, you wanna finish that up and take me back to your place now?”

“How about my office?” She gave me a sly grin. “Home is so far away.”

I nodded and grabbed my coat. Jo never did finish her chicken.

Fortunately, we were all alone when we got to my office. The overnight officers were all out on patrol, so I figured we had the place to ourselves. I closed my office door and lowered the shades, just in case.

“I’ve been such a bad girl, Jo.” Tina was wasting no time, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me.

“I know you have, babe.” I spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. I was not gentle. She didn’t seem to care.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as I pressed into her from behind. I grabbed her wrists and dragged her hands up onto the wall. I felt Tina shudder beneath me.

“I know you’ve got it on you somewhere,” I hissed. “I will find it, you know.” Tina just moaned again. I pulled at her top until it came free of her waistband. I dashed underneath with my splayed fingers, raking my nails across the tender skin of her tummy. I thought about the parallel pink trails I was leaving, and got a little shiver.

Tina was playing her part beautifully. She offered no resistance, and only moans, as I continued groping. I took full advantage of her fondness for front-clasp bras, and freed her breasts with one easy motion. Her moaning increased as I rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers. “I am going to find it,” I said, “even if it takes all night.” Tina’s moaning only increased with that remark.

“Lift your skirt,” I ordered. Tina didn’t move. “You OK with this?” I asked.

“Be sure to tell me if you’re not, OK?”

“I said, lift your skirt, criminal.” I pulled one of Tina’s hands off the wall and placed it on her thigh. She got the idea, and helped me as I dragged her skirt up and out of the way. I didn’t stop until it was gathered around her waist. “Hold it there, and don’t move,” I commanded.

Tina was back to moaning again. She did move just a little bit, but it was only to arch her back and push her ass out toward me, so I let it slide. I felt like one very lucky woman right now. This may have started out as Tina’s fantasy, but I was quickly adapting to my role.

“If you don’t tell me where you hid it,” I said, “I’m going to have to look everywhere.” I pressed hard up against her, grinding my hips into her ass. “And I do mean everywhere.” I punctuated my remark by snaking my hand down between her thighs, and grabbing at the silky fabric of her panties. I was not particularly gentle. And I got the feeling that Tina did not particularly care.

“Oh fuck, Jo,” she heaved, as I rubbed her through the thin fabric.

I let my tongue wander up Tina’s neck, from the base of her collarbone to just below her ear, and clamped onto her earlobe with my teeth. “Cavity search,” I whispered, and tugged at the waistband of her panties. Tina moaned, but didn’t struggle. “I will find it,” I added just for effect, as her underwear slid to the floor and she stepped out of it.

“Spread your legs, criminal,” I ordered, kicking her feet apart. I gave Tina’s ass a good squeeze and felt her quiver in response. “You know what’s next, don’t you?”

“Yes, I …” That was all she managed before I pressed my finger into her, cutting her words short. My god, she was dripping. I’m not surprised, I’m sure a peek inside my undies would reveal the same thing. I pressed my finger harder, deeper. I got a series of unintelligible moans in response as I took my time searching around inside. “Oh, fuck,” I heard when I found the spot.

“You got a nasty mouth, criminal,” I said. “Doesn’t matter. I found the evidence I’m looking for.” I crooked my finger and pistoned in and out rapidly for a few seconds. I think Tina figured out what it was that I had found. She was beginning to slide down the wall. I pressed my body harder against her, to help keep her vertical.

“You’re going away for a long time, criminal. Back to the big house.” I bit my lip to keep myself from snickering. Big house indeed.

I could feel Tina’s thighs shaking as I stepped up my relentless pounding. She was mumbling something that I couldn’t quite make out. I slowed the pace just a bit to let her catch a breath.

“Please,” Tina was begging. “Please, you know what happens to girls like me in there. Do whatever you want with me, just please — please don’t send me back.”

I wrapped the fingers of my other hand in her hair and pulled her head back. With one hand in her hair, and the other between her legs, I marched her over to my desk. “You can take your punishment here,” I said, “bent over my desk. If you let me do that, maybe I won’t send you back to prison.”

“Please,” she begged. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t send me back.”

“Grab the desk,” I ordered, and pressed her head down until her back was parallel to the floor. I picked up the pace of my fingering, and Tina began shuddering in response. Maneuvering my thumb around just right, I managed to illicit a couple of squeaks right before Tina nearly collapsed with an expulsion of “Oh, god.”

She was quaking violently, but managed to stay in position, hands gripping the edge of my desk. Trailing my slick and glistening fingers over the tender skin of Tina’s bare bottom, I lined up my hand to deliver the first blow. “Can’t chicken out now,” I told myself. I let go of Tina’s hair and gripped her around the waist. Tina arched her back. Holding her tight, I pulled my free hand back.

I did it. Tina was moaning, and it sounded like a good moan from what I could hear. I few seconds later I felt my palm beginning to tingle. It felt good. I rubbed Tina’s butt for a second with my tingling hand, and then wound up for another one.

Oh, yeah. Charlotte was right, this was fun. “Mmm,” I heard in response.

“Mmm” Tina wasn’t the only one enjoying this. I felt my own moisture surging as my hand was tingling pretty much non-stop now.

No moan this time, only a grunt, and then silence.

Another grunt. And was that a sniffle I heard?

Oh, shit. That was a sniffle. Tina was shaking, pulling her breaths in ragged gasps.

“Tina?” I leaned down closer to her. “Tina honey, are you OK?”

“I — I’m fine, Jo.” She sniffled again. “You don’t have to stop.”

“Tina, you are not fine.” I reached across my desk for a tissue. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, as I dried her eyes, caressing her back with my other hand.

“I — I didn’t want to disappoint you. You seemed to be enjoying it. I mean, I know you didn’t want to at first … It just turned out to be a little different than it was in my fantasy, that’s all.”

“Oh babe.” I reached over for another tissue. This one was for me. I helped Tina to her feet and straightened her skirt. Pulling her close, I held her to my chest. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes.

Tina finally broke the silence. “Wanna stay over at my place tonight?”

“You sure you want me to? After everything …?”

“Jo, stop it. I still love you. It was just a misunderstanding that’s all.”

Tina picked her panties up off the floor. She stuffed them in her coat pocket. “Besides, I believe you owe me another very thorough body cavity search. And I’m hoping that can still be tonight.”

“Oh, babe.” I closed my office door and took Tina’s hand.

The sun was just peaking through the window when I opened my eyes and gazed down at the beautiful woman still sleeping beside me. She looked so peaceful. “Tina’s the one alright,” I thought. “Sure, we might never get as freaky in the bedroom as Natasha and Charlotte do, but that’s OK. I seriously doubt anyone could ever hold a candle to those two, anyway.”

Tina’s eyes fluttered open. “Hi,” she whispered, and smiled.

“Good morning.” I kissed her cheek. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Nah. It was the sun. I should really get some heavier curtains in here.”

I smiled. “You got anything in your fridge these days? I’d like to make you breakfast.”

“There might be some pancake mix in the cupboard by the stove. Will that do?”

“That’ll be fine. I’m not craving anything exotic.” I sat up on the edge of the bed. Tina wrapped her arms around my waist and nuzzled against my back. I put my hands on hers. “Hey babe, wanna go shopping later?” I asked. “We could get you some curtains. It’s a gorgeous sunny day, and we should probably try to get out while it’s nice.”

“You want to go shopping for curtains? Jo, you do all your shopping online. You hate going to stores.”

“I think it would be OK though. You know, if I’m with you.”

Mistress and Charlotte will return in “The Third Wheel.” Jo and Tina might be back sometime too. Let me know in the comments what you think about that idea.