Jackie

Jill sat in the parked car, the interior dark, the engine cold. The only light came from the dull glow of the streetlamps outside, casting long shadows across the dashboard. Her fingers tightened around the paper cup Meg had given her now nearly empty, just a few sticky drops clinging to the bottom. She tilted it back, letting the last remnants of Ben’s offering slide onto her tongue. Warm. Thick. Addictive.

It hadn't taken much encouragement from Meg to have Ben ejaculate into a cup, only the promise that when this was done, both her and Jill would put a lesbian show on for him

The liquid was still body warm and Jill was impressed by the quantity his balls had produced for her.

It was enough to keep the hunger at bay. For now.

She hadn’t slept in over twenty four hours, but exhaustion was a distant memory. The implant whatever the hell Jackie had **** into her was rewriting her body, sharpening her senses, amplifying her strength. Her breasts ached as they swelled, her muscles thrummed with unfamiliar power, and between her thighs, a relentless, gnawing need pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

She needed more.

But first, she needed him.

Through the windshield, she watched the back door of Jackie’s so called "business" swing open. The man himself stumbled out, his greasy hair catching the first light of dawn. Drunk. Sloppy. Perfect.

Jill’s lips curled into a smile.

She stepped out of the car, the cool morning air biting at her skin. Gone was the police uniform now she wore jeans, a snug T-shirt, a black jacket zipped halfway up. Casual. Unremarkable. Just another woman walking down the street.

Jackie fumbled with his keys, muttering curses under his breath as he swayed beside his silver BMW.

"Hi, fuckface," Jill said, her voice low. "Remember me?"

He turned, squinting up at her tall, blonde, furious before recognition flickered in his bloodshot eyes.

Then her fist connected with his face.

The impact sent him sprawling, his keys clattering to the pavement. Blood sprayed from his split lip, a tooth skittering across the asphalt. Good.

Jackie groaned, scrambling backward, one hand darting inside his jacket

Jill was faster. Her boot lashed out, crushing his wrist with a sickening crack.

"Fuck! You bitch!" he howled, cradling his broken arm. "You broke my fucking"

She grabbed him by the collar, hauling him up like he weighed nothing. And he didn’t. Not to her. Not anymore.

"You ****, **** piece of shit," she growled, her breath hot against his face. "Be glad that’s all I’ve broken."

Jackie’s eyes widened as he finally placed her. "You...you’re that cop. The one who" His gaze flicked over her body, lingering on the curves that hadn’t been there before. "Shit. It’s happening, isn’t it?"

Jill slammed him against the car, metal denting under the ****. "The antidote. Now."

He wheezed out a laugh, bloody spittle on his lips. "There is no antidote. Once it starts, you gotta ride it out. Your body needs what it needs." His grin was a grotesque, broken thing. "And from the look of you, it needs a lot."

Her grip tightened. She could snap his neck right now.

But the hunger twisted inside her, a sharp, relentless demand. She couldn’t be here when the cops arrived. Couldn’t risk what she might do.

With a snarl, she kicked his keys into the storm drain and pulled out her phone. One call. Anonymous tip. Let them find him broken and bleeding.

By the time the sirens wailed in the distance, Jill was back in her car, licking the last traces from the cup. It wasn’t enough.

She needed more.