Laney the whore

Chapter 7

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The sun sat high in the sky over Dempsey Park, casting a blanket of heat that was only slightly mitigated by a gentle breeze. Laney Reynolds sat on the concrete wall surrounding a large, stately water fountain. She was a portrait of wanton sexuality. Her large fake tits were fully on display beneath a shimmering blue strapless crop top, erect nipples tenting the stretchy fabric, demonstrating the absence of a bra despite her breasts’ high position on her chest. A pair of white knee-high boots with six inch heels covered more of her long legs than the black cloth that masqueraded as a micro skirt. Her dark brown hair was tied into long, sleek pigtails and she twirled one around a finger adorned with a ridiculously long acrylic nail. She loudly chewed on a piece of bubble gum and listened to the man who was trying to buy her services.

"Uh... How much for... everything?" he asked. He seemed distracted by her over-inflated lips painted a cherry red, or maybe he just chose a spot to stare at so his eyes would stop roaming.

Laney couldn't help but smirk; he had about as much confidence as a beaten puppy. She had noticed him eyeing her up over the past couple of weeks. There was no way he was a cop, so his presence hadn't bothered her, but she’d genuinely wondered how long it would take for him to build up the nerve to approach. She also wondered just how much money he actually had because she wasn't about to offer him discounts.

​He wasn't what she would consider attractive. He was a small black guy with short hair and a scrawny, thin build that seemed to drown in the oversized blue t-shirt he wore. He had no figure to speak of and had to keep hitching up the waistline of his baggy black jeans as he spoke. Laney was usually attracted to a more classically masculine man - tall, muscular, confident, maybe with a bit of stubble on his chin - but when it came to work, she wasn't picky. Money was money.

​"Everything?" she asked with a teasing smile. "Well, that depends, honey. Do you have a place for us to go, or are you looking to get freaky over there in the bushes?" Her pussy got wet thinking about fucking him in the bushes. It was so much better if someone else caught them in the act.

Her question seemed to short circuit the guy's brain because a few words stumbled from his mouth, but it didn't last long. A quick whoop-whoop from a police cruiser on the street and the sound of a shutting car door caused the guy to bolt like a rabbit from a lynx. Laney watched in amusement as he nearly bowled over an elderly couple who were walking in the park, barely dodging around them in his haste.

​She quickly turned her attention to the more important matter, though. "Officer Sharpe!" she yelled to the handsome cop approaching her. "You’re driving away my customers!"

​Now this was a man. He was strong and ruggedly handsome with a hint of gray in his dark stubble. He had a commanding presence when he wanted to portray authority and a devilish smile when he felt like dishing out a joke. He was exactly her type of guy and she felt her body respond in kind.

​Her comment elicited that familiar grin that transformed his rugged smolder into boyish charm. As he walked toward her, his eyes hungrily hugged every curve of her body, making no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out.

​"Laney," he said as he came within talking distance, "Dispatch tells me there’s some lewd conduct happening at Dempsey Park. You know anything about that?"

​Laney shook her head, blowing a pink bubble and letting it pop with a sharp snap. "Nope. Especially not with pigs like you loitering around."

Sharpe chuckled at her backhanded comment, knowing full well it was completely in jest. He was looking good, not at all like the sleep-addled zombie she’d grown accustomed to seeing over the last couple of months. Separating from his wife had clearly done him wonders. With everything he had been trying to juggle, it wasn't a surprise that he had to let something drop. The bags under his eyes were still there, but he no longer looked like he was dragging a mountain of stress behind him.

"So nothing?" he prodded, "Not even in the gazebo?"

Laney smiled coyly even as she continued to chew her gum. He knew how much she loved the gazebo. It was secluded and covered enough that she could get away with sucking off a customer, but she could also look through the surrounding foliage to see people on the path if she was being fucked doggy-style. She wasn't the only one who used it though, and it was a well known makeout spot for the local teens. Of course, no one else did anything quite as brazen as she did.

"Well, I can't speak for any of the college kids, but it's been a few hours since I had anything to do with the gazebo,” she said.

Officer Sharpe's smile slightly faltered. "A few hours?" He moved closer and leaned in until their faces were only a few inches apart. Laney knew he was trying to be intimidating and the way she shrank away proved he was absolutely succeeding with that, but another part of her just wanted to close the gap completely and lock lips. It was the same part of her that was completely soaked fantasizing about getting railed by him right there at the fountain.

But she knew better than to jump him. The twitch in his smile told her that he meant business.

He spoke slowly to ensure that only she would hear. "A few hours is quite the lull for my star girl on a day like today. This is a prime solo shift; I expect you to be working, not catching rays at the fountain."

Goddamn, the growl in his voice was sexy. A complete panty-soaker.

Laney remained calm and leaned back, putting some distance between the two of them again. She smiled which seemed to put his irritation at bay. "Tony, relax... Just 'cause I haven't used the gazebo doesn't mean I haven't been working hard. Some of the boys just don't like doing it in the open, y'know?" She punctuated her response with a sharp crack from her bubble gum.

Sharpe regained his smile and drew back a little. "Good. After how much I paid for these beauties, you better be working your ass off." He reached out with one hand and gently stroked the front of her enhanced tit with the back of his finger. His finger flicked the defined bump of her nipple against the blue fabric causing Laney to close her eyes and draw in an excited breath. Fuck, she loved nipple play. She longed for the day he'd finally give in and 'sample the goods', a thing he swore to never do, but now that he had ditched the ball and chain, a girl could hope.

"Oh my God!" came a female voice from the path that passed behind Sharpe.

Laney opened her eyes and looked past Tony's broad shoulders. Holding hands and walking down the path was a college-aged couple. The girl had long blonde hair past her shoulders and was wearing a white button-up blouse with a knee-length red tartan skirt. Laney had seen her type before - classic rich-bitch moonlighting as a schoolgirl to give her boyfriend some thrills - but by the glare she was throwing at Laney and Sharpe, she wasn't sexually liberated enough to actually be interesting.

Her boyfriend looked like the typical ex-high-school-jock who was still trying to ride on those laurels through college. He was tall with an athletic build and gelled-up blonde hair and he didn't seem nearly as offended as his prissy girlfriend. In fact, he seemed quite interested in Laney's ample cleavage. She wondered if she had ever bumped into him at any of the frat functions where she had been hired to... entertain.

Tony looked over his shoulder at the couple, completely unconcerned that he had been caught groping a whore’s chest. "Police business. Move along," he bellowed with a practiced authority.

The blonde opened her mouth in disgust and pulled her boyfriend away. They hurried away down the path, but the girl shot one more disgusted look over her shoulder just to make sure they knew what she thought.

"Poor deprived girl," Laney said as she watched them disappear, "Probably thinks it's kinky to have sex with the lights on. I bet you'll be hearing from her later."

Tony looked back at her and pulled his finger away, placing both hands on his belt to rest. "Probably," he grumbled, "But I think you'll also be seeing him later."

Laney smiled and stood from her perch on the fountain wall. "Yea? What makes you say that?" The question was superfluous. She knew the reason, but she liked hearing him talk.

Tony smiled in response. He knew her game and he was willing to play. "Because his cock made a sproinging sound with how quickly he got hard when he saw your hot tits." The sound of a car door shutting behind him drew his attention and he looked away.

"Tell me more," Laney purred. She knew that she could get a rise out of him if she kept it up. It was a little game they played, like a sexy tradition.

"I would," said Sharpe as he looked back at her, "But I actually have something I need you to do."

She pouted. Game over. "What's up?"

He nodded his head backwards and Laney looked over his shoulder. Coming up towards them was another uniformed officer. He had apparently been waiting in Sharpe's cruiser and was now walking to join them. "Brass stuck me with a new partner and he's too clean for my liking. Think you can fix that?"

Laney gave the approaching officer a quick once-over. He wasn't unattractive, but he certainly wasn't exciting. Average face, average build, clean-cut brownish hair, but not styled. She certainly wouldn't have given him a second look in a crowd, but she had certainly fucked way worse.

​She looked back at Sharpe. "You’re the boss," she said, "but can you make sure I’m not gone for too long? If you're right, I really want to show that other guy how a real woman fucks."

​Sharpe flashed her a fiendish grin before turning to his new partner, who had just finished his approach. "Book her for solicitation," Sharpe commanded and he turned to walk back toward the cruiser.

​The other cop eyed Laney for a split second, trying hard to mask his appreciation of her body, but his expression quickly dropped into a sheepish grimace. He turned to address Tony, stumbling over his words. "Oh, actually, Officer... um..." he stammered.

​Tony stopped and turned around. His hands were placed comfortably on his duty belt, but his tense shoulders betrayed his irritation. "Sharpe," he said. "It’s not hard to remember."

​The other cop chuckled nervously. "Right. Officer Sharpe. Do you have your keys on you? Because I..." He held up his right arm to reveal his handcuffs dangling there, one cuff clasped securely and uselessly around his own wrist.

​"How did you...?" Tony’s face portrayed an array of emotions from dumbfounded shock to annoyed exasperation. He even shot Laney a glance as if to say, "Can you believe this guy?" Laney just smiled and chewed her gum. Manipulating this guy was going to be even easier than she’d thought.

​Tony sighed, fished out his key and he walked over to uncuff his partner. "For future reference," he said while unlocking the cuffs, "these go on the perps." His voice dripped with disdain and irritation. Laney found it almost funny - she liked seeing him get worked up. He handed the cuffs to his partner and began to walk away once again. "Don't forget to frisk her!" he yelled over his shoulder without looking back.

The other cop turned around to face Laney with an expression that took her by surprise. Gone was the oafish uncertainty he had portrayed up until that point. In its place was a hunger in his eyes and a predatory grin that felt hauntingly familiar, like an unsettling case of deja vu and Laney couldn’t quite place where she had seen it before. His face - a face completely devoid of any remarkable features - suddenly betrayed an awareness that he knew exactly what was going on, and perhaps he knew even more than that.

Laney felt herself grow uncomfortable under his gaze. An uneasiness settled over her, like a mouse being watched by a hawk. Her smile faltered and her heart began to race. She was used to being eyed up by horny men, but this felt different. This felt like a smile she had seen in a dream, or perhaps another life. It felt like a horrific omen.

She began to panic. Her heart raced and she felt her breaths grow shallow. Something inside her began screaming. She felt a sudden, frantic urge to reach out and snatch the handcuffs from him. Her handcuffs.

​"What's wrong?" he asked, clearly aware of her distress if not of the cause.

​"Nothing," she stammered, trying to play off the visceral reaction. It didn't make sense; she had done business with hundreds of men who were more threatening or intimidating than this guy, yet she had never felt this way before. Alarm bells were blaring. Red flags were being thrown around with the volatility of live grenades. She didn't know why, but she needed to get away.

​His smile dropped, and he squinted at her pensively. "There’s an echo, isn’t there?" he asked.

​Elana didn’t understand what he meant, but she didn’t care. With the fountain blocking any chance of retreat, she started edging her way along the concrete barrier.

​"That's not a problem," he said. The haunting smile crept back onto his unremarkable face, but Elana didn’t notice; she was too focused on escape. Tony still hadn’t made it back to his cruiser. Maybe she could radio him for support… No. That didn't make sense. She didn't have a radio… Maybe if she yelled loud enough, he would hear.

​"I'll fix that right up," said the ordinary man. "Any moment now."

​"Help..." Elana whimpered. She had meant for it to be louder, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. She was so frightened that she hardly registered how weird the word felt coming out of her over-inflated lips. She watched Tony approach the cruiser and knew this would be her only shot. She drew a deep breath and—

​Laney blinked.

​She eyed up Sharpe's new partner. Based on his hungry smile, she figured it wouldn't be hard at all to get him to play ball. His gaze lingered on Laney's face momentarily before he looked her up and down again, almost like he was inspecting his own handiwork. She couldn't deny that his attention was continuing to fuel the arousal left behind by Sharpe and her hard nipples telegraphed that for everyone to see.

She was actually looking forward to fucking this guy. Corrupting him from a lawful cop into another pawn in Sharpe's game. Maybe she could even get him to take her in the park with all these people present. That’d be fucking hot.

She gasped and feigned a look of surprise, opening her eyes wide and forming a letter ‘O’ with her plump lips. “Actually, Officer, I left some of my belongings in the gazebo. Can we stop to get them before you arrest me?”

The cop chuckled and fingered the cuffs in his hands. “Maybe later. Call it retribution, but I’ve really been looking forward to slapping these on you, and I’d hate to keep my brutish partner waiting. Turn around and spread your legs.”

Laney didn't understand what he meant by ‘retribution’, but she obeyed. There would still time to get him to fuck her in the park; maybe he was into bondage play. She turned to face the large fountain and bent over, placing her hands on the concrete barrier. The wall only came up to her waist, so the position allowed her to really push out her plump ass and give him a different eye full. She felt her black skirt ride up and was confident her wet thong would be visible, further advertising her arousal.

“Take as long as you want, Officer,” she said, “I don't have anything to hide.”

She felt him approach her and grasp her sides, sliding his hands down her hips. His movements were anything but practiced and professional. It felt like he was trying to masquerade as a cop instead of actually doing a search, but Laney figured he was just new at the job. And she knew that his inexperience would make her own job that much easier.

She bent lower, pushing her ass further back until she was grinding into him. Her skirt had lifted so far that her bare ass was pressed against his crotch and what she felt made her cunt gush. He didn't look like much, but Tony’s new partner was packing some serious heat. “That's quite the python you've got there,” she called out over her shoulder, loud enough so he could hear it over the patter of the fountain, “It seems like a shame to keep it all caged up.”

He chuckled in response, grabbed her hips and pulled her in tighter. She felt his cock pulse and strain through his pants, its heat radiated against her butt. “Oh, I would love to let loose again, but I really want to see what's come of your old partner.”

Laney briefly wondered what he meant by everything - he really seemed to enjoy being cryptic - but a crackling voice interrupted her train of thought, “Six Bravo Nine, be advised, there has been a report of a six-four-seven-Alpha at Dempsey Park and Wellington, possibly involving an officer.” It didn't take long for Laney to realize it came from the radio attached to her new friend, and for some reason she felt her body flush and gush at how they said, “Six-four-seven-Alpha.” It just sounded so inexplicably erotic.

Sharpe’s baritone voice crackled through the radio next, “Copy that. This is Six Bravo Nine. We're on the scene and it's secure. The call must be unfounded; we don't see anything. We will remain on site to do a follow-up search, but you can show us clear of the six-four-seven.”

Laney smiled at the implications of what Sharpe just said and she felt the officer’s cock twitch. “You know what? It seems that Officer Sharpe is giving us some time. What were you saying about a gazebo?” he asked, releasing his hands from her hips and tugging her up by her pigtail.

Laney stood and turned to face him. She still couldn't find a single interesting, attractive, or even ugly thing about his face, but his considerable dick more than made up for it. Looking down, she saw the cuffs were now dangling from his belt and she smiled. “Follow me.”

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Thanks for reading! I'm not 100% sold on this ending, but I like the situation. I've been trying to think of different ways the interactions could take place, but haven't come up with anything better. Usually unlike bookending my stories, so I really want the "Follow me" to occur early in the first chapter, and I think that would make me happy, but I'm not sure.

Anyways, let me know what you thought! Feel free to ask questions or write your own chapters!

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