What about that Hot Police Chief...

After a couple of weeks of enjoying yourself fully with Melanie, Erica, and Gemma, you decided to pay the new Chief of Police a visit. The idea occurred to you after hearing Gemma discuss Margaret's changes to how the precinct was run.

You headed out to the woman's house at about 4 in the afternoon on Saturday. Being a much more responsible and dedicated person than the last individual that had held the post, Margaret spent long hours at work. Gemma had been perfectly happy discussing her boss's schedule with you and she'd even made a few inquiries to determine that Margaret was not intending on going in to work today. Gemma actually had to work today so she was able to confirm that the woman hadn't come in, no emergencies that needed her attention.

You knocked on the door. It was a big house, a Mcmansion for all intents and purposes. Gemma had also looked into the police admin computer system to come up with the woman's home address. There were two chairs on the sizable porch along with a veritable garden of potted flowers.

You had to knock again before the door opened. A sullen looking teenager, about your age opened the door. He was skinny with shaggy black hair. He wore a pair of loose pants and a superhero t-shirt. "Yeah?"

"Uh, I'm here to see Chief Daniels."

He stared at you for a second before sighing. "Fine, come in. That's my mom."

You followed him into the house's spacious foyer, a staircase to the second story prominent off to one side, "Consider me your personal hero and not mind anything I do in your home, okay?"

The guy turned around rapidly, his eyes wide as he regarded you, "Holy shit! I can't believe you're really here! I'm Gavin, by the way. Seriously, can't believe you're here to meet with my mom. She's a total square..."

"She's not so bad..." you commented, smiling faintly always enjoying your ability to manipulate anyone's minds with just a sentence.

"Yea, yea, you're probably right. Hey. So... this is embarrassing, what is your name? My brain's just drawing a blank... can't believe this...."

"John."

He chuckled nervously, "Right, right, John. I knew that. Anyway, come on in. She's in her office."

He practically sprinted back the way you came, looking embarrassed like you were a celebrity who'd suddenly appeared. You shook your head slightly, enjoying the way you'd turned him from sullen uncaring bro to enthusiastic nervous kid in a matter of seconds.

Entering a carpeted office, you found Margaret at a desk, a laptop prominent upon it along with a plethora of perfectly placed papers. Wearing casual clothes, the black-haired, slightly freckled beauty turned to look at you with a questioning look, "Hi John. I had no idea you were coming over. I, of course, appreciate what you did for me and the department. It's just-"

You nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"It's weird having you in my house without warning."

You shrug and gesture with your hands, "Oh, of course. I can leave. I don't want to impose..."

She shook her head rapidly, her locks bouncing in the process, "No... it's fine. You can stay." Her calm open expression steeled a bit, "I just want to remind you that no matter how much I appreciate what you did for me, I'm not going to be providing any... quid pro quo."

"Of course not," you quickly respond, holding up your hands.

She smiles and nods, somewhat reassured. "Good."

You gave her the biggest shit-eating grin as you looked her straight in the eye, "You want to provide me quid pro quo, meaning SEX, for that great big promotion I got you."

Her mouth opened in an 'o' of surprise before she quickly covered it with her hand, shocked at what she just heard. Of course, you had to bottle up your laugh as she looked around frantically to see if anyone heard. She paused, drawing a deep breath. “Very well then, John,” she began. “I guessed it would come to this soon enough.”

In a single fluid motion she stood up from her chair, turned around, and bent over the desk.

"It's yours," she said simply, although you could hear the smolder in her voice.

Her slacks clung to her round, muscular hips in that position.

You felt a shiver run through you at her complete and total submission to your statement and approached, eyes running up and down her bent over form. Fine head tilted to look back over her shoulder, she watched you with anticipation before suddenly looking stricken, "Ah! We can't! Not now. Not here, at least. My whole family is here. My husband is upstairs!" she whispered.

"So what?" you asked, feeling your confidence rise.

"So what? God, aren't you even a little afraid of him?" she asked.

"What's he going to do? Break my kneecaps?"

"No." she got up turning to face you, "Probably not. But I don't want to destroy my marriage or my family. I owe you, but we can do this... more... secretly... at a hotel or your place..."

"No way. I'm going to take what I want," you say, running your eyes up and down her body once more.

She takes a step back, looking at your lust filled eyes with apprehension, "I... Please, don't do this. Not here. Somewhere else..."

You grab her by the arm and pull her close to you, "Shut up," you demand quietly.

Then you kiss her on the lips. She is frozen in response for a moment but soon enough her lips are working sensually against yours, and her warm wet tongue was hesitantly pressing into your mouth. You returned her affection by driving your own muscular tongue along hers, dragging along her saliva laden muscle, before deeply penetrating her oral orifice enthusiastically.

She jumps suddenly in your arms, ending the kiss and pushing you away gently with a finger to your chest. "W-wait," she pants. "Not here, someone will come..."

You stare at her with a heavy gaze, intoxicated by her scent and closeness. "So? You said your family is here. Let them watch," you growl, and start to kiss her neck, sucking and biting gently on the soft flesh of her throat.

"Mmmm... I... ohh... think about that... later..." she moans, leaning into you and running her hands over your chest and down your back.

You reach down between her legs and cup her, which is met by a very heated warmth that tells you she is plenty turned on.

"N-not here," she manages to get out between your kisses. "My... my room is upstairs... ohh... let's go!"

You allow her to pull you from her office, her hand gripping yours. The both of your were brought up short when you encountered a young woman in booty shorts and a tank-top that bared both her smooth shoulders and an enticing slice of creamy navel. She wore her brown hair straight and long, hanging halfway down her back, big eyes big and beautifully brown, like a deer un-realizing of her fate before the rifle bearing hunter.