Off for payback

Officer Kent thought about all the people that he had interacted with in his years as a police officer. So many scumbags he could visit now that he had the power of the bone. The throb of the bone and the throb in his dick told him exactly who he needed to visit first, though, and it wasn't a scumbag.

Marcy Swearingen had seemed like just your typical spoiled college student shoplifting a fifth of vodka while under aged. When officer Kent had caught her, the store owner had been very grateful. The chief of police and mayor, however, had not been. Apparently the 19-year old was the daughter of Angelina Swearingen, maven of Swearingen Cosmetics and a huge political donor in the city.

The mayor and police chief had pressured him to drop the charges and when he refused it screwed over his career and chances for promotion. He instead on principle, but it hadn't done a damn bit of good. The girl's mother's lawyer got the charges dropped in court and then sued for harassment, alleging that he had only been following her in the store because she was a hot piece of ass.

Well, she was a hot piece of ass. And she looked so damn innocent there in the court room while he was trying to make the case and so damn smug when it had gotten thrown out. Ken would probably visit the judge and the lawyer and the mayor and the police chief eventually. But right now, he was going to visit Marcy Swearingen.

Driving up to the Swearingen mansion, security was more than happy to waive him in with just a little wish. He rang the doorbell and after a moment it was opened by a woman in a business suit, her hair in an austere bun. She looked at him with suspicious annoyance.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Are you Angelina Swearingen?" He asked. The woman had never shown up at any of her daughter's court dates and Kent had never bothered to find out what she looked like.

"No, I'm Ms. Swearingen's assistant," the woman said. "What is this regarding?"

"You know, you really should be more friendly,"Kent said, clutching the wishbone.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I don't know why I was being such a bitch!" The woman said as her face blossomed with a friendly smile. "I'm Mara!"

She stuck out her hand and Kent took it and shook it warmly.

"So very nice to meet you Mara!" he said. "Call me Kent!"

"It's so nice to meet you, Kent!" She said. "How can I help you?"

"Is Marcy here at home?" Kent asked.