Bring her to a boil. But anger her.

With a grin you pull her into another kiss, your hand roaming over her body. She gasps as you break the kiss her eyes feral as you manhandle her, turning her away to face the counter, your hands grasping her breasts.

"Is this what you like? You don't like men, but you like a quick hard fuck? Getting your cunt stuffed full of cock."

"If you want it, take it!" she moans, grinding her ass back against you. "Just hurry and take it!" You bite the back of her neck, leaving one hand to grope her tits while the other strokes down her belly and fondles her pussy through her pants, making her squirm and whimper. You let her simmer for a minute as you play with her, then step back with a short laugh.

"I'll take it some other time," you sneer. "Now that I know you're dislike of men isn't all that serious. Your belt and gun are over there on the chair. You remember what I said."

"You're kidding?" she gasps, glaring angrily at you, several buttons on her shirt undone. "You're going to do that and then leave? There won't be another time asshole! This was your shot!"

"You'll be back for more," you say, laughing at her rage. "You're cunt will be on fire and you'll come looking for something to scratch your itch. If you're lucky I'll help you out."

"You fucking bastard!" she hisses. "Get out! Go fuck that rich little snot if that's your taste! Just get the fuck out!"

"Later, Constable," you laugh, opening the door and grinning back at her furious face. "Just remember what I said. I'm as serious as a heart attack."

Stepping off the porch you see Cindy already astride your bike, wriggling slightly and biting her lip as she watches you approach, her eyes glittering.