Late for the Party

You open your car door and slip inside, moving quickly to avoid the soft drizzle outside.

Shannon is playing around on her phone, but as soon as you sit down, she deliberately turns it off, sets it down, then turns to you a with a smug, cheshire cat grin on her face. She sits cheek in hand, watching you.

She continues to say nothing as you do your best to straighten your dress, no small feat in your cramped car. You curse and grab a tissue from your purse as you notice a conspicuous stain that just so happened to match where Naomi was grinding on you.

Shannon just watches you, her grin growing bigger by the second.

"Soooooooooooooooooooo..." She says at last, hanging on the word so long it becomes more than a little annoying.

You make your best irritated face at yourself in the rear view mirror, refusing to look at her.

"So what?" You say, still dabbing at your dress. There was more on here than you thought, your luck that with all the women out there, you ended up with a squirter on your lap.

"Guess we got out of that ticket, huh?" You can practically feel waves of smug coming off her.

UGH she could be annoying sometimes.

"Yup."

"So... was she the good cop, or the bad cop?"

You stomp your foot and whip your head around to face your little sister. "Shannon, PLEASE."

"Mmm.... Nevermind, I think I know who the bad cop was..." She puts on her sexy bedroom voice. "Hey baby,... do you want to put me in handcuffs, or should I put them on you?"

"Goddammit Shannon."

There's a soft knock at your window, you roll it down.

"Anything else we can help you with, officer?" Shannon cuts in before you can say anything. "Anything at all?"

You set your jaw.

"You left this in the back of the squad car Kris...err ma'am." Naomi's voice sounds almost meek as she hands you your phone.

"Oh, ha... thank you officer. Thank you very much."

"YES! Thank you officer!! Thank you VERY much!" Shannon's voice is so fucking smarmy you want to strangle her.

"Uh yes, and umm, here's my card... so we can follow up on my... report... on this incident..."

"Oh I'm sure my sister will follow up with you first chance she gets officer!"

Shannon, I swear to god.....

"Thank you so much Naomi... I mean, officer Lewis." You cock one eyebrow at her, and reach out to take the card, your fingers touching briefly as you take it from her. You give her your radiant smile again, and this time it works like a charm. Even in the dim light you can tell the pink is back in her cheeks.

You blush a little too. "So what's the quickest way to get to 8119 Garden Avenue from here?"

Naomi seems to consider for a moment, then leans down, and you catch the scent of sweat and sex for just a second before the cold wind whips it away.

She reaches over you into the cab, and turns on your dash GPS for you. Her tits, as it happens, are right in your face.

"There you are ma'am, that should help." She leans back out the window, a slight smile on her face. You give her a sexy smirk back.

Shannon can't help but ruin the moment. "Thanks again officer Naomi!" For fuck sake, she was enjoying this way too much.

"Oh, and Officer Naomi," Shannon continues, leaning over you to poke her head out the window. "Hate to mention this, but some of the buttons on your uniform are mismatched, might want to correct that."

Naomi looks down to see a number of her buttons are indeed buttoned into the incorrect holes.

"Uhh.... I see that. Well, I will... get that corrected. Thank you for pointing that out ma'am." Naomi's cheeks go from a soft pink to a bright crimson.

"Thanks... I mean, you ladies have a nice night. Ok, bye." Naomi shuffles back to her cruiser, fumbling with her buttons as she retreats from Shannon's smug leering.

You elbow Shannon in the gut, and close your window as she sits back and giggles like a madwoman.

You examine the card, Officer Naomi Lewis is printed on the front along with the seal of the city police, their address, etc. You flip it over, and written on the back in pen is a phone number and a short message.

"You rocked my world baby. Next time, I'll give as good as I get, promise. Call me anytime, xoxoxo - Naomi" A set of lip prints in Naomi's shade of rose pink are clearly visible.

"Oh man, did you ever get her good. Aww, look, she even dotted the i in Naomi with a heart! I think officer Lewis is in loooooove! Told you your finger game was on point K!"

"Well I am pretty proud... wait were you watching us Shan??"

Shannon has the good grace to look a little sheepish at this. "Well, look at it from my point of view sis, she took you into the back of her squad car, and couple minutes later its bouncing around like there was a pack of angry wolves locked inside! I had to make sure you were ok... so I pulled out my phone and..."

"SHANNON GRACE LOCKE, DID YOU RECORD US?!?!"

"Uhh.. maybe a teansy bit? It was just for safety reasons, I swear! With that light turned on inside, it was like you were putting on a show.... so yeah I recorded a little bit, at least until the fog on the windows made it hard to see... I'll only look at it for personal use I swear!"

Your annoyance drains away, and you can't help but laugh a little. "It's cute you think that saying it's only for personal use makes it better."

"Well, it was hot as hell." Shannon shrugs, her grin returning. "Really wanted to join in, but it looked like cramped quarters in there."

You stretch your neck. "You aren't kidding, doing it in the backseat is not all it's cracked up to be, not gonna do that again if I can help it."

"Still, you should be proud sis. That's like, a real accomplishment. From icy no nonsense cop to putty in your hands in no time flat. That takes serious skill Krissy. So was it a cheesy line, or did you just plant her face in your boobs?"

You stop adjusting you makeup for a moment. "Uhh... more the later. Oh! I did ask her if she wanted me to spread 'em. Does that count?"

Shannon erupts into peals of laughter. "Oh...HAHA! You did NOT Kristen, oh my gawd! Hahaha!!, You are such a skank!! Heeheehee!!"

"Look who's talking! You're just jealous cuz i got to her first, otherwise YOU'D get to make the awful cop sex jokes!"

Her cheek is in her hand again, and now she's fucking you with her eyes. "Well you got me there. So you sure your done with car sex? We could try and put the seats down to get more room..."

"Oh no you don't, we need to get to this party dammit, you've gotten us in enough trouble already."

"Oh ok." Shannon gives you a pout.

You shift into drive. "Oh by the way, she thought you were a hooker."

"SHE WHAT?"

It's your turn to giggle like a madwoman.