Atonement! F1
"If there's anything you liked, you wanna see again; we'll do it. Any ideas you got, any fantasy you've had; we'll do it. I'm willing to try anything you can think of..."
"Really?" He had to ask. "Anything?"
"Oh, yeah." She nodded keeping eye contact with him. "I've been lonely and horny, and little girl toys aren't going to cut it anymore."
That conversation and their experiences that night set his mind to ticking and the line that she said demurely, "I want that cock in your jock chock up in my sock." Drove him to draw on his fantasies to fuel a healthy sex life for awhile. Suffice to say he started out freaked out, but his frisky intrigue out-weighed anything his sense of the weird could whisper in his ear. They began meeting, at both their places, and had highly exploratory sex, but as he moved to night shift it didn't happen too often.
Still they were both satisfied with the level of their intensity. This went well without them even having discussed the nature of their relationship. They did eat out together a couple of times and shared a certain unspoken monogamy, it was thought, until a snag came up. Then another and another.
Technically much of what they did together -- actually all of it since they were unmarried – was illegal in their state, but unlike most of the time; time spent with her was off-work for him. Not the same could be said for her and her burgeoning career. Almost a month went by before it came up. His shift captain brought him a copy of the student newspaper from two weeks before, turned to an article featuring ... his name and picture. She, as a journalism student, contributed to the student paper. The article, authored and credited to her, detailed his night reporting potential DUIs from the across-from-campus bar. They had screwed each other's brains out and she still had the wherewithal to write up his operations, with name, rank, and photo. The article did present a positive light to the police trying to keep the roads safe, but still it was obviously a warning to all on campus to watch for him at the bar. It blew his cover. He'd been planning another similar operation, but obviously that was going to get dropped. Then there were questions. His captain was unhappy and wanted to know whom he'd talked to about his operation. He hadn't actually told her about his activity, but the story quoted some of the drunk drivers who were out on bond. She had ultimately put it all together herself; impressive, yet harmful, potentially, to his position.
Already set in his mind that there would be a discussion about this, he set about figuring out a good time for it when the next issue came about. He read the city newspaper regularly and one day, the weekend after, he spied an article about the police department's upcoming activities. She hadn't heard it from him, but it seemed she did write a little bit for the city paper for profit. Whatever the sources it did blow the department's effectiveness again and it directly mentioned the sobriety check that his division were going to have that week. This forced another redirection of resources and activity, but it was nothing like the third even almost a week later.
To fill out his activity log after so many blown plans in the papers he was sent as a part of a pair to watch for regulation coverage at a gentlemen's club. It was ladies' night, it turned out, and the male revue usually did a good job of following the rules. Tonight was no exception. During the first round the male dancers did what was expected in a state where revealing too much was forbidden. She turned out to be the kink that, unchecked, could have gotten the establishment in trouble. Only having dressing rooms for females the club had had to convert the men's rooms to dressing rooms for male dancers. During the early act a couple of college girls in front had created a sensation by kissing each other, and one of them kept reaching for certain dancers' crotches. Contact had been made and once the female had managed to hook her fingers in to the dancer's brief. The "shorts" were pulled hard enough to rip the material and spill out one large penis before the crowd. An extra round of cheers went up among the ladies assembled, but no others crossed the line and the dancer dutifully excused himself to the restroom/dressing room. The DJ called out a reminder to the ladies that the rules were for look-don't-touch. The club did all it could, the dancer was in the right; all that was left was to contact the woman or women responsible and figure out what to do from there. His partner signaled he'd do that, so things were still going well until a bouncer approached him with a new situation.
A young woman from the front of the crowd had just followed the last of the dancers into the dressing room where preparations were underway for the next round of the show. He headed that way across the crowd to see if an arrest, technically necessary, needed to be made. This took a few moments as much of the crowd was moving towards him and the rest were standing still. By the time he reached the men's room door his partner called him to say he missed his "perp". Suddenly the sergeant had a suspicion that both situations came from one in the same. He pressed open the door.
Two of the dancers, still in their spanky pants, came out past him holding hands; a thinly veiled industry secret. The scene did not reveal itself until he came around a corner, then before him all was laid out quite plain. Three of the male dancers stood around a lone woman with very dark hair down to below the shoulder. Other dancers stayed in the stalls perhaps knowing that she was nothing less than trouble. She was dressed for it. She also, just then, knelt to the floor for trouble and next spoke for it, "Which of you needs a fluffer for the next act, then?" One well built man stepped closer to her right, and that brought his string bikini to almost her nose. She started by turning to face him and by raising one hand all the way up to caress his well toned pects. The woman appeared young enough to be in college and had the appearance of a tiny bit of extra weight. The hair still shaded much of her face, but her outfit had opened at the center with the raising of her hand to allow a side view of one large, creamy yellow half-asian breast. The shiny iridescent one-piece outfit was very loose-fitting in a way that was meant for such revealing moments. It was backless, flouncy and included a mid-thigh skirt, but right now its most revealing feature was the cut of the front which descended in a V from shoulders to about navel. With no space for a bra and nothing to stay it the sleeves, when raised all the way up, almost had to force appearances of even full breasts. Even in its normal position a lot of cleavage was put out there.
The hand caressed its way down the man's pectoral and abdomen muscles, and one of the men in the stalls yelled, "Kick her out, Tony, before there's trouble."
'Too late.' He thought as he stepped fully into the bathroom. Her hand arrived at the man's sole garment and pulled free a pretty large hunk of meat that was stirring to life as the assembled watched. She wrapped her left hand around the base as Tony declared, "I think this bitch'll really do it." Her right hand came up to finger her longish black hair behind her ears. Her mouth, held pouty, opened and slid right onto the largish head.
Damn it, he should have known that she'd arise to complicate things again. But what did she think she was doing now!? He finally gathered himself and stepped forward, automatically moving his jacket to reveal his badge. He stepped into view of Tony first who exclaimed, "Aw, shit!"
Thinking he was mentioning something else she closed-eyed nodded her head, mouth still full of Tony's head and she applied the suction. She opened her eyes and wound up with her face right by the badge. Wide-eyed she suddenly backed across the restroom floor. Without her glasses it took her a moment to focus her eyes so his face swam into view slowly, then she also declared, "Aw shit!" herself and with her right hand slapped her own forehead.
"Tony, you're getting ready for your show and nothing else, understand?"
"Y-y-yeah, yes sir." The exotic dancer turned, tucked and headed for a stall.
The sergeant fought being too angry to keep up an appearance, and he grabbed the scantily clad femme by an elbow to get her to rise to her feet. By the arm he convincingly escorted her from the bathroom and out across the floor of the club. Just out of the bathroom door someone beckoned to her, and she yelled over her shoulder, "Lynette, I'll call you in a few minutes."
"Did you do it?!" came a further cry from Lynette.
"Let's say you owe me $25!" She replied. He rolled his eyes at this and kept the pace to the front door. He stopped her at the door and showed her to a pair of bouncers.
"This young woman is being ejected from you establishment – please ensure that she does not reenter for your code-compliance."
