Gonzales' voice

"Who's this?" I ask.

"Hey, are you busy right now? It's me, Nikki."

"Nikki who?" I ask further, although the voice sounded familiar, you could not place it at the moment.

"You just made my day. Are you forgetting purple lace panties?"

"Sorry officer. Didn't recognize you immediately." I say, when I realize it was the cop, Gonzales. "Today didn't end well for me. Can you schedule it for some time later? I'm really exhausted."

"No honey. I'm not scheduling anything today. In fact, I think it's your turn to have fun." I don't reply immediately, so she continues, "I'm guessing you've been fired? I understand what you're going through. Meet me at Joe's BBQ."

I cross the next block then turn to the left, and walk for two more blocks before I arrive at Wild Jack's BBQ. I enter the place solemnly, glancing around for any sight of Nikki. A woman with a pink frilled top was waving at me. I walk towards her and finally recognize Nikki. She stood up, revealing a denim skirt. She then came towards me, giving me a hug. "Let's enjoy a meal. I hope this will get your mind off your current worries."

I nod, not really feeling enthusiastic about anything.

"But if this is not enough, I'm sure dessert will give you back your passion," she whispers confidently. "I owe you one, you know."

The meal goes by in a blur. "Let's go for a spin," Nikki says, inviting me to her roadster. The traffic blurs around until we reach the quiet suburbs. "The middle class live here, but we're not stopping." She maneuvers the car into a well-lighted winding road until we find ourselves overlooking the city lights. We reach an intersection and proceed to a narrow secluded road. "That main road leads to where the upper class reside."

"And where are we going?" I ask, noticing the scarcity of street lamps.

Nikki does not immediately respond but instead stops the car. "I should be honest with you. I'm actually a vampire and you are my next victim." She instantly straddles me and places her cold fingers against my face. The fear in my face triggers a sudden laugh from her. "Gotcha!"

As relief washes over me, she kisses me on the lips. I move my hands under her denim skirt and grasp her bare butt cheeks. "You were too worried about losing your job that you didn't notice my purple panties-- or lack of it!" She says with a grin as I unfasten her skirt.

She immediately unzips my fly and pulls out my already stiff cock. "I want you to take me here now," she whispers hoarsely, "or I will impale myself onto your hot rod if you refuse!"

"Roger that, officer," I say as my cock slides easily into her warm cunt and we sync into an ever increasing rhythm.

"Fuck! I'm about to cum," Nikki says as I increase the pace. "Don't1 stop!... Oh no, I might wet the seat. Let's move outside the car."

Without disengaging, we carefully move out of the car and onto the car's hood. I take off her top as I position her on her back against the still warm hood and start pounding into her again.

"Ow! I'm cumming, " Nikki screams as I feel her juices drenching my rod and spill out onto the hood.

"I'm about to shoot into you!" I say.

"Don't stop! I'm about to have my second!"

"Sure you're protected?" I ask, before I reach the point of no return.

"I don't care! I want my second... Ahhhhhh!" I feel the flood of her juices a second time as I blast my load into her. "Owhh a third!" she screams, as the mixture of our fluids drips out of her pussy.

I lie beside Nikki on the hood, somewhat exhausted.

"We could do this more often," she says. "And given that you're jobless, I could pay you for your services. You sure know how to treat a woman well. Or I could advertize your services to other women in the ****."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Or you could serve as a civilian informant, especially for cases we can't crack. Maybe work undercover."

"Wouldn't that be dangerous? I've no training at all."

"Actually, I have a job for you. But I'm not officially linked to it. It's hush-hush. There is some risk involved, and it requires certain skills, and..."

Just then my phone rings. I climb down the hood and check my phone. "It's a missed call from my girlfriend. She'll call again, I know." I glance at my phone, waiting for Doe to call again. Finally, she calls again.

"Doe? Yes?"

"Linda just informed me about what happened. Oh God, I can't believe you did that!"

"It's... it's not what you think. It's actually complicated." I suddenly feel Nikki's soft mouth around my cock.

"Stop trying to justify yourself. It won't change anything. You're jobless! Where are you now?"

"I'm... I'm not... I'm trying to find another job," I say hurriedly, trying not to let my voice reveal the pleasure I am getting from Nikki's soft mouth.

"At this time?"

"Yeah. Ahh. Let you know if ... Ah I get one. Bye hun." I lock my phone watch Nikki trying to get me hard again.

"See, you're hard again. What if I invite my partner for a threesome? Although I doubt if she would be willing. But she might be interested in you. She's single."

"Oh, from pimp to matchmaker. How about that job that you said required some skill and involved some risk? What's it about?"