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Jill’s grip on the steering wheel was tight as she sped back to the police office. The fog in her mind had lifted just enough for one clear thought: Sergeant Jim Brown knew something. The memory of his smug voice, the way he’d leered at her before her abduction it all pointed back to him. And then there was the smell stale sweat that clung to her nightmares.

She needed proof.

The precinct parking lot was nearly empty when she arrived. Perfect. She killed the engine and waited, her pulse steady despite the adrenaline humming beneath her skin. Then she saw him Jim, lumbering toward his car, his gut straining against his ill fitting uniform shirt.

Time to play the game.

Jill took a breath, then yanked her T-shirt over her head, exposing herself. The evening air prickled against her bare skin as she stepped out, her movements deliberate.

"Hi, Jim," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

The sergeant spun, his beady eyes widening before a greasy smile spread across his face. "Well, well. Couldn’t help yourself, could you?" His gaze locked onto her breasts, lingering with the same entitlement that had made her skin crawl before.

Jill **** a giggle, giving her chest a teasing shake. "I don’t know what you mean."

Jim chuckled, stepping closer. "So the device is workin’ then. You’ll do anything for a taste, huh?"

The mask dropped. "Tell me what you know about Jackie and his crew," she demanded, her voice sharp.

Jim’s grin turned predatory. "How ‘bout you suck my cock first? Then maybe I’ll take you back to him. Be a good little slut that you are."

Jill didn’t flinch. "The problem with pigs like you is that tits make you blind." She tilted her chin down, drawing his attention to the phone tucked into her waistband its red recording light blinking steadily.

Jim’s face darkened. "You fucking bitch" He lunged, meaty hands outstretched.

Jill sidestepped, her combat reflexes kicking in. He swung wildly, his bulk making him slow, predictable. She let him exhaust himself, then, an opening. Her boot snapped up between his legs with a sickening crunch.

Jim collapsed, wheezing. "You burst something"

She yanked her shirt back on, keeping her distance as she played back the recording. His own voice, his threats, his admission all there.

"Two choices," she said coldly. "I take this to Internal Affairs, and you rot in a cell. Or you talk. Now."

Jim groaned, clutching himself. "Jackie’s got an office next to the brothel on Main Street. He’s there now. But if you tell him I talked"

"He’ll kill you?" Jill smirked. "Good." She spat at his feet. "You’ve got an hour before this lands on a detective’s desk. Enjoy freedom while it lasts."

As she turned, Jim wheezed, "You, you promised"

Jill glanced back. "I lied."

She got in her car the adrenaline should have faded. Instead, it burned hotter, twisting into something primal. Her skin was on fire, her thoughts narrowing to a single, relentless need.

She fumbled for her phone, dialling Meg.

"Hey, is Ben home?" Jill’s voice was ragged. "Did you, did you ask him?"

Meg’s confusion crackled through the line. "Jesus, Jill, what’s"

"Five minutes." She hung up.

By the time she reached Meg’s house, she could hear moans, the rhythmic slap of skin. The door was unlocked. She didn’t hesitate.

Meg gasped as Jill stormed in. "What the?"

Ben froze, still buried inside her Jill could see his cum frosting Megs stretched pussy, but Jill didn’t care. She grabbed his hips, pulling him free with a wet pop, and swallowed him down, lapping up every drop. Then she was on Meg, tongue plunging deep, devouring the mess left behind.

Meg’s back arched. "Fuck!"

When Jill finally pulled away, panting, Meg stared at her, dazed. "What the hell is going on?"

Jill wiped her mouth, shame and desperation warring in her gut. "I need to tell you the truth."

Twenty minutes later, Meg and Ben sat across from her, their shock slowly giving way to uneasy understanding.

"So let me get this straight," Meg said slowly. "You need... cum? Like, constantly?"

Jill nodded, her face burning. "It’s the device. It’s rewiring me. I can’t think. I can’t function unless "

Ben cleared his throat. "I, uh... I could help. And I know some guys who’d, y’know... volunteer."

Jill shook her head. "I don’t need them. I need the antidote. Jackie did this to me. And I’m going to make him undo it."

Meg grabbed her hand. "Jill, you can’t just"

"I don’t have a choice." Jill stood, her resolve hardening. "But first... I need supplies."

Ben blinked. "Supplies?"

Jill’s smile was grim. "Yup, your a young man, go and get a cup and make sure your next load fills it"