A conversation with Beth

You hear a murmured conversation from the bedroom, but you can't make out any words. A few minutes later Cindy emerges, looking well fucked and tousled, but with her clothes on. Beth is behind her, her pants and shoes back on, looking nervous and uncertain.

"You go wait outside," you tell the girl, nodding to the door and looking at Beth. Cindy glances between the two of you, then obeys, shutting the door behind her.

"You may think you have an edge," you tell Beth. "You don't. You may have powerful friends. So do I. More importantly, I don't give a fuck. I don't live here or have ties here. If I left tomorrow, I'd just put this place in the rearview without another thought."

"You think your friends would help you if they knew you'd been fucking students? The daughters of wealthy, powerful people?"

"You think you can expose me for what happened here without exposing yourself? I'm not stupid Beth. Don't treat me like I am."

She looks at you warily, her eyes flickering as she seems to be weighing options.

"So what do you want?"

"I want to get on my bike and leave and go about my business. And I don't expect to be rousted on some bullshit down the road by you or any other bent cop that you might know."

"So you get to come in here and fuck me when I tell you to stop, and ride away, and that's all?" she says bitterly.

You smile and take a step forward, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her to you, devouring her mouth. For a moment she pushes against your chest, her lips stiff. Then suddenly her mouth is trembling, welcoming you, her hands snaking around your back and pulling you close as she returns your kiss with voracious hunger. You let your hands stroke down your back to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks as you pull her closer. She whimpers softly into your mouth, her tongue flickering on yours, then gasping when you break the kiss.

"No, that's not all," you tell her. "I wanted another taste of you. Not bad for someone who doesn't like men."

"You're an arrogant bastard," she murmurs, her face still turned up to you, her lips parted.

"Yes ma'am. And if I picked you up and carried you back to bed for another round, you might squeal and protest a bit but when I stuck it in you'd be wet and ready." She gives a shudder, looking up at you with glittering eyes.

"I'm due back on patrol in five minutes," she says softly. "If that's your intent, you better be quick."