Genevieve rushing home

Genevieve races out of the bathroom. She feels the eyes of every woman in the place on her. The blow job with the cashier, fucking Helen, is there something wrong with her or is it the strapon? Is there such a thing as a cursed strapon?

A particularly attractive woman sitting in the corner of the restaurant catches her eye. She is short, with perfect shoulder length straight black hair, an olive complexion, a tight body and two symmetrical ice cream scoop breasts.

Genevieve feels her strapon get stiff. It is like it has a mind of its own, she thinks. As she walks by, the dark haired girl gives her a big lusty grin. Perhaps cursed is the wrong word. Indeed Genevieve realizes, while wearing the strapon she can have any woman she wants. That would be wonderful, except the only woman she wants is Josie.

She rushes out of the restaurant. The place she shares with Josie is only eight blocks away. She rushes across the street intent on getting to Josie as quickly as possible.

As she reaches the other side she hears a voice from behind her. "Stop right there miss!"

A female police officer grabs her. "Did you know you were jaywalking miss? Come this way." She ushers Genevieve into an alley.

With that Genevieve gets a good look at her. She is tall, with short neatly trimmed blonde hair. It is like she is doing her very best to pretend she isn't a woman. Genevieve finds the repressed boyish look a bit of a turn on.

As the officer reaches out to touch Genevieve, she stiffens. "Miss, I'm going to have to frisk you. Spread'um."

"Officer, I was just jaywalking, can't you just give me a warning?"

The officer pushes her against the brown brick wall of the building. She begins to pat her down. She lingers, fondling Genevieve's breasts. She slides her hand into Genevieve's crotch. She grabs and massages the strapon.

Genevieve's eyes bulge. She can feel every stroke, every little touch. Each touch increasing her desire, her need for release.

"You are going to fuck me with that beautiful thing." The Officer encourages.

She slips out of her utilitarian pants showing an unshaven pussy. Genevieve licks her lips, part of her desperately wants to feel that release again. Part of her wants to fuck this woman senseless. She stands motionless, lost in fuck or flight, Josie or this cop.

The decision is made for her by the cop, who begins deep throating the strapon.

Genevieve turns the cop around and bends her over. Genevieve thrusts and the officer squeals in delight. She then falls into a rhythm of thrust and moan. Finally the cop screams in ecstasy.

Genevieve takes a moment. She tries to pull off the strapon. It doesn't budge. Two things are now perfectly clear, she needs to get to Josie and apologize, and she needs to get the strapon off.

"Can I go?" She asks the officer.

Sitting in a heap, a sheen of sweat on her, the officer just nods. And, with that Genevieve resumes her brisk walk home.

Police Officer Candice Smith simply sits there. She is perhaps even more shocked than Genevieve. She joined the **** because her father was a police officer, and his father before him. Stuck in a man's occupation she played it tough. Ice queen some called her. Just last week she was envying prostitutes. She hid her sexuality as best she could, at least until she touched IT.

From the moment IT slid inside her she belonged to IT. She shredded her soul without question, for just a taste.

Now she sits and watches Genevieve fade into the distance. She tries to stand, only to feel pain. She watches as her skin turns a brilliant blue. She feels pain in her head and reaches up to find two horns growing from her forehead.

She spins around examining her perfect body. Her pubic hairs have simply fallen out leaving her sex beautifully bare. A pair of half melon blue breasts bounce enticingly. Her waist and round ass make her look waspish. Even her spaded tail adds to her overall sex appeal. She smiles showing fangs. She is built to fuck.

She knows she exists to spread the demonic idol's law. And, to do that she would be spreading her legs. She slips on a glamour, looking more like a stripper than a cop. She wiggles her ass. It is about time I fucked my way to the top, she thinks.