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Kim moved through the mass of elegantly dressed wimmin talking in well-educated, modulated tones. She stopped at an occasional clique to chat, then moved on, heading for the double French doors which opened on to the terrace. The cool air pushed its way through her mauve-colored chiffon cocktail dress. She stopped for a moment to enjoy the pleasant sensation on her skin and then continued over to the stone wall that separated the house from the sculptured gardens beyond, with a sigh.
She was bored. The same wimmin gathered at every event she’d been to this summer. Boat rides and barbecues, brunches and golf outings—and now this fund-raiser for some wimmin’s arts foundation. The same wimmin. She’d been through the interesting ones already, none intriguing enough to continue with beyond a week or two.
It was a dark and clear out, the constellations of stars lush and bright in the country sky. She imagined herself walking down the flagstone path that wound through the gardens on the arm of her partner, a gentlewomyn in tailored linen. She was athletic, smart, funny, and successful. And of course, she adored Kim.
“Is this a private party?”
The soft music playing in the house floated out to Kim, and she turned from the phantom lovers reluctantly to face her friend and host, Lynn. Following just behind Lynn was a womyn Kim had never seen before. Kim’s eyebrows raised in question, and Lynn smiled playfully as she began introductions.
“Kimberly Somers, I’d like you to meet Tracy Landon. Tracy is a deputy sheriff up here.” Lynn’s voice lowered slyly as she said the last.
Kim quickly assessed Tracy. She was a handsome womyn, tall—and that was saying a lot for the five-foot, ten-inch Kim. Her hair was locked. The salt-and-pepper serpents were impeccably groomed and showered over her shoulders. Tracy’s body was lean and hard beneath her clothes, and Kim trembled inside as she sensed the rippling strength in Tracy’s broad, swimmer’s shoulders. Her face was slightly square; a friendly smile revealed charmingly crooked teeth.
But she was wearing a crumpled blend jacket over black khaki trousers. And boots. Boots! Kim sighed. Too bad.
Still, she smiled politely as she allowed Tracy to shake her hand.
“Pleasure. Are you our security for the evening?”
Tracy’s jaw tightened slightly, but her voice was even as she replied, “No, ma’am. I’m off duty. Tonight I am just a supporter of the arts, like you.”
“Hmmm. How nice.” Kim looked down at her glass. “Empty. Anyone want a refill? I sure do.”
Tracy took the glass. “Why don’t I get us all fresh ones?” She nodded her head at the ladies and then disappeared into the house.
“Utilize the butch.” Lynn smiled as she watched Tracy stroll back inside and make her way to the bar. She turned to Kim. “So, what do you think? Not bad, huh? She’s a local, but nice enough. And she’s been watching you all evening. Huh? Huh?”
Kim looked back toward the house and then, lowering her voice, said, “You have got to be kidding. Look how she showed up for this event. Hello? This is a cocktail party, not hoedown at the corral. And boots?” Kim rolled her eyes. “She’s probably wearing tube socks.”
“She isn’t that bad, Kim. And I’m not talking about marriage. I’m talking about a little fun till the end of the season, for pity’s sake.”
“Right. Then why don’t you take her? You’re much more interested in soaking up the local flavor than I am anyway.”
“Don’t think I wouldn’t if I didn’t come up here every year. But, oh my God, what a disaster if she tried to attach herself to me next year. Can you imagine? And you’re just here for a few more weeks. She does seem kinda nice—and she’s got a great bod.”
“Forget it, Lynn, okay? I can’t even imagine how you’d think it. Me—with a yokel cop who says ma’am? Where could we go together? The local crab and beer joint? Because you know I couldn’t be caught de—” Kim looked up just in time to see Tracy place the drinks angrily on the stone ledge, turn, and stalk, back rigid with anger, through the party and out the door.
Lynn’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh m’God, that was horrible. She had to have heard us.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, you got her fifty-buck minimum contribution, didn’t you? So? I doubt we’ll die if we don’t get that invite to the crab and beer fest.”
Lynn gasped, and then doubled over with laughter. “You are awful!” She covered her mouth to stifle the giggles. “And she did only give fifty dollars.” A second later Kim was laughing, too.
Finally, Kim dabbed her tears and said, “All right. So the evening won’t be a total wash, let’s go back in and have another look at the B list.”
Lynn smiled as they linked arms and went back to the party.
The party had wound down hours before with no interesting developments. Kim lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She was too wired—and too hot—to sleep.
It was not quite one o’clock in the morning. She sat up, deciding that a long drive might relax her. She smiled to herself. Maybe she’d take a long drive—back to the city. She was getting sick of all this damned bucolic beauty anyway. She picked her discarded cocktail dress from the chair beside her bed and slipped it on. Running her fingers through her hair, she picked up her shoes and headed out.
Once she cleared the tree-lined drive of the property, Kim turned on the radio and opened the windows. As she suspected, she felt herself relaxing as she sped down the dark, narrow roads. A familiar song came on and Kim turned up the volume, singing along.
Lights flashed in her rearview mirror. Turning down the music, she heard the sirens as the flashing lights grew closer. She put her foot on the brake, watching the speedometer drop from eight-five to seventy… sixty-five… sixty…
“Please, please let it be an ambulance racing to some emergency up ahead,” she prayed. But as the lights drew closer, the car slowed. A police car.
“Pull over and turn off the engine,” the bullhorn ordered.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Kim cursed as she pulled onto the gravel, stopped the car, and cut the motor. The police cruiser pulled off a few feet behind her, the siren dying with a whine.
She heard a door slam, boots crunch on the gravel toward her. A gun belt, khaki uniform, leather glove on the driver’s door. “May I see your license and registration please?” A womyn’s voice.
Handing her papers over, Kim tried to keep her voice steady. “How fast was I going, Officer?” she asked, knowing full well the answer. The officer didn’t answer. She just continued studying the license, her flashlight shining into Kim’s face, hurting her eyes.
“Is there a problem?” Kim shielded her eyes and tried to look up into the face of the officer.
“Step out of the car please.” The voice was curt, no nonsense.
Damn female cops, Kim thought as she unbuckled her seat belt. Always have to be tough, gotta prove they have balls or something. Kim realized charm might not get her off this time. Well, one more try. As she stepped from the car, she asked in as innocent a voice as she could muster, “Is there a problem, Officer?”
“Three. You were going fifty miles over the speed limit, your right taillight is out, and you… are a snotty, rude bitch.”
Kim squinted her eyes at the face beneath the cap’s visor. “Tracy? Oh God. Is this about earlier? Look, I didn’t mean what I… I mean, I’m sorry about earlier this evening. My behavior was completely out of line. I was just blowing off steam—I’m not really like that.”
Tracy just stared at her, her mouth tightly pressed.
Kim thought quickly. Maybe she could work this out… maybe. She tried again. “Listen, let me make it up to you. I’m really very nice, once you get to know me. Why don’t you come by the house and have breakfast with me tomorrow? We’ll start over, make believe it’s our first meeting, and forget this whole evening happened. What do you say?” She smiled hopefully.
Tracy adjusted her cap before she answered. “Well, that might make up for your earlier rudeness. It might even get you off on these tickets.” She paused for a moment, as if considering, then continued, “But I think I’ve already met the real you. And she is snotty bitch to the bone. So… I think not.”
Kim was shocked, then insulted, and then angry. “How dare you?” Kim’s hand flew up to slap Tracy’s face, but Tracy was faster. She caught Kim’s wrist, spun her around, and pushed her up against the car.
“Oh really. Now you’re attempting assault on an officer? Very stupid. And common. Is that the way you play?”
Tracy’s voice was low and menacing. “Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs.” When Kim hesitated, Tracy grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back, hissing in Kim’s ear, “Do it. I won’t ask so nicely again. I’ll just cuff you.”
Kim assumed the position quickly. She was furious, but she didn’t say another word. She knew Tracy would make good her threat. Handcuffs. Kim shivered. She could hear Tracy moving behind her but didn’t dare turn around.
Tracy stopped just behind her. Kim could hear Tracy breathing shallowly and then, a moment later, felt Tracy’s hand softly stroke her neck. Kim’s breath caught at the sudden sensual act. She felt a confused mixture of fear and longing.
When Tracy spoke again, her voice was soft and thoughtful, but still slightly tinged with anger. “Not so high and mighty now, are you… princess?”
Kim felt the fear rising. Her eyes raced across the landscape as she realized her predicament. It was dark, deserted. While driving down the narrow road she hadn’t seen a single car. No one knew she’d left the house. There were no lights, no houses, no one anywhere in view.
Tracy removed her hand from Kim’s neck and knelt behind her. A moment later she started stroking Kim’s bare calves. Kim fought to hold on to the fear and anger that were beginning to dissolve into heated desire. Tracy’s leather-clad hands were moving slowly up Kim’s bare legs, squeezing and stroking as they moved upward.
“Not so mouthy away from your high-flying friends, are you?” Tracy breathed huskily as she inhaled Kim’s reluctantly rising arousal. “Well, I’m not one of your friends or—colleagues who lap up all that princess shit you fling around.”
Her hands gripped the hem of Kim’s skirt and lifted it as she continued making her way up Kim’s thighs… until Kim’s silk-clad ass was revealed to both Tracy and the night sky. Hiking the skirt around Kim’s waist, Tracy squeezed and then smacked Kim’s ass, smiling as Kim groaned deep in her throat. Tracy reached between Kim’s legs, fingering the creamy wetness now staining her expensive panties. She slapped Kim’s ass again, harder. Kim gasped and arched her back.
“Just as I thought. An ass in need of a good spanking. And you know you deserve it. Don’t you? You know you want it.” She slapped the right cheek harder. “Don’t you? You want me to spank that spoiled ass of yours.” Tracy’s voice was pitched to a seductive growl as she pulled Kim’s panties roughly down, forcing Kim to stumble as Tracy lifted one of Kim’s heeled feet, leaving the silken rag around the other ankle.
Tracy parted Kim’s cheeks and then slipped a black kid-covered finger into the crevice, rubbing the soft hide over Kim’s drenched pussy and slipping a digit inside Kim’s pulsing hole.
Kim struggled to keep her knees locked as Tracy’s knuckles teased her swollen flesh. She pumped backward, tightening her inner muscles as she tried to take Tracy in deeper, but Tracy withdrew her finger.
“Are you sure you want this? Sure you want this local trash to fuck your proper ass?”
Tracy’s hands slid along Kim’s trembling inner thighs. “Yeah, you want it, don’t you? You want it right now, don’t you?”
Tracy pushed a finger into Kim and pumped her slowly while her other hand continued to softly massage Kim’s ass. “Answer me, Kimberly. You want it, don’t you?” She pushed a second and then a third finger inside Kim’s pussy and said harshly, “Don’t you?”
It felt as if Tracy’s entire hand was inside of her, filling her, feeling her aching want. An orgasm was rising in Kim. Please don’t stop, Kim begged silently, as she nodded furiously and gasped aloud, “Yes… yes!” Kim thought she’d explode as she rocked into Tracy’s rhythm, her insides clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
Suddenly, Tracy smacked Kim’s ass again, hard. Again, harder. All the while she continued a slow manipulation of Kim’s insides. “You don’t cum until I tell you to—understand?” She slapped her again, smiling with satisfaction as she felt the heat rise on Kim’s fleshy flank.
Tracy twisted her hand until her leathered thumb, lubricated with Kim’s cream, rubbed against Kim’s swollen, throbbing clit. She began pumping her harder, deeper, raining spanks on one cheek and then the other with her free hand, the weight of her body keeping Kim’s thrashing, bucking body pinned against the car.
Tracy pulled her hand almost out of Kim and then slammed it back in. Again. And again.
“Please… please… ah... please,” Kim chanted over and over as Tracy spanked her, pumped her, played with her clit. Tracy pressed hard circles on Kim’s hood and then held it, flicking the head back and forth until Kim let out a long keen, her knees buckling beneath her. Tracy pulled her body away from Kim, and Kim reeled and then collapsed against the car, a powerful orgasm sweeping over her.
Tracy stilled her hand as Kim’s hot cunt pulsed around it. She rested her cheek against Kim’s flamed flank and carefully withdrew her fingers, tracing a slick digit through Kim’s tangled pubic hair and cupping the source of Kim’s heat in her palm until the throbbing stopped. Then she stood. She turned Kim to her, smiling slightly as she watched Kim regain some measure of composure. The haughty tilt of her head was gone, her eyes were soft, a little bewildered, her lips wet and parted slightly as she pulled in small gasps of breath.
Tracy took several steps backward, moving from the gravel to the grass, her eyes never leaving Kim’s. She stopped, legs planted firmly, and removed her gun belt. Kim watched as Tracy unzipped her pants and then motioned for her to kneel in front of her. Kim didn’t hesitate. She knew what Tracy wanted.
Kim knelt on the soft grass, her face level with Tracy’s crotch. She rubbed her hands along the khaki trousers, kissing Tracy’s mons as she worked the pants down. Tracy’s engorged clit extended beyond the plump outer lips, peeking through the thick, curling wet hair that usually protected it.
Tracy placed her hands on Kim’s head, her fingers digging in to the scalp as she led Kim’s mouth to her. Kim licked and sucked hungrily, moving in rhythm with Tracy, increasing speed, pressure, as Tracy’s hands dictated. She felt Tracy’s body tense, her clit pulsing on Kim’s tongue. And when Tracy pressed Kim’s face hard into her and held it there, cumming silently, Kim felt the intensity of Tracy’s release and her own body responding in kind.
After a moment Tracy pushed Kim away. Kim sank back on the grass, watching Tracy pull up her pants, reattach her holster and belt. Tracy looked down at Kim, a strange smile on her face, but she said nothing. Kim stood and brushed her dress, then moved toward Tracy.
“That was incredible. I… I have never…”
Tracy’s smile widened. “I know… I guess I will forget the ticket and just issue a warning this time.”
Kim laughed. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re going to give me another chance.” She leaned forward to kiss Tracy, but Tracy sidestepped the gesture, turned, and headed for the cruiser.
“Where are you going?” Kim’s voice rose in confusion as she watched Tracy’s retreating form.
“I’m on duty. Back to my post.”
“So, will I see you tomorrow at breakfast?” Kim came around and stood beside the car as Tracy climbed in and turned on the motor.
“I don’t think so, Kimberly. This was nice, but I think you’re a little rich for my blood.” And with that she pulled away, scattering gravel, made a U-turn, and drove away, leaving Kim standing by the side of the road in the dark.