Fearless - A Big Girls & Bad Boys Romance

by Cameron, D. H.

  “Yeah, so?” he lifted his head and asked.

  “It’s kind of hot,” I replied.

  “Soon you’ll be all sweaty too,” he promised. I giggled as Jack went back down on me. He had kept his hair cropped close to his head after our little sting operation and his soul patch was still short and prickly. I liked it. Jack, however, lost patience and I was glad for it. He climbed on top of me and kissed me as he unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra up over my breasts. He mauled them with his big hands as his cock found my willing sex. He plunged into me and I sighed at the welcome intrusion.

  “You’re eager,” I told him.

  “I can’t help myself. You’re too sexy for your own good,” he told me as he thrust into me hard.

  “Oh! Goody for me,” I replied breathlessly. Jack hammered away at my soft body, sending ripples through my soft flesh. He caressed my exposed skin and my stocking-clad legs as he fucked me. I dragged my nails down his back and over his hard, muscular arms. It didn’t take long to reach climax. I arched as the sudden and ragged pleasure shook me to my core. “Yes! God, that’s some good shit!” I exclaimed.

  “I want your ass,” Jack told me.

  “What are you waiting for, old man?” I told him. Jack growled as he withdrew and rolled me over. He pulled my skirt down my legs and tossed it against the wall. Then he spread my ass wide and began eating me. “Oh fuck!” I called out. Damn that felt nice...nice and dirty.

  Jack got me good and wet. This wasn’t my first rodeo so I was eager and relaxed. When my old man was satisfied, he climbed over me and pressed himself against my ass. I looked back at him as he eased inside. I loved that view, his shaft disappearing between my round cheeks. It took a minute or two and Jack retreated a couple of times to let me adjust but it wasn’t long before Jack’s entire length was inside of me. He held himself there, however.

  “What’s the hold up?” I asked him though I thought I knew.

  “I need a minute. This is exciting,” he said.

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned him.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he replied. A moment later, Jack exhaled and he began to move within me. Oh my, that felt amazing. Soon he had established a rhythm, a slow, powerful thrust that built in speed. The pleasure built within me and I let it. I let the sensations wash over me as Jack built up a head of steam. His hips slapped against my soft backside. I moaned and cried out, eventually grabbing a pillow and biting down on it, screaming like a whore.

  “You like that, you dirty bitch?” Jack asked me roughly. I turned and nodded, tears running down my face. It felt so good. Jack’s entire length left me, only his head left within me, before plunging back in. Every thrust filled me with more and more need but I resisted. I was going to do it with him. I pulled the pillow out of my mouth for a moment and weakly begged for it.

  “Come in my ass. Please?” I pleaded. Jack growled and his thrusts became even more insistent. He rolled me onto my side, his arms wrapping around me, one hand squeezing my breast and the other finding my hard, swollen nub. I needed to climax badly but Jack seemed to read me and pet my softly, just enough pressure to drive me wild. Jack’s cock jackhammered into me from behind as he rubbed my sex. I sobbed as I endured the pleasure.

  “Come for me, if you can,” Jack teased. Son of a bitch. I bucked my hips trying to get him to rub me harder but Jack resisted my attempt. For several minutes, Jack managed to delay his own gratification as he denied me my own. I whined and squealed as he would bring me close but never too close. I wanted to beg and plead but I knew that’s what Jack wanted. I refused to give in. If I had to wait, so did he.

  We writhed as one, Jack’s thick shaft punishing my eager backdoor as he teased my pussy. As he promised, I was covered in perspiration. My head buzzed along with every nerve ending. This felt so good but I needed release. I needed to climax. “Please make me do it! Come with me, Jack!” I finally shouted. He laughed.

  “I don’t do orders,” he growled in my ear. His free hand came up my chest and he wrapped it around my neck.

  “Please let me orgasm Jack. Please, come inside of me,” I asked more pleasantly, my desperation evident.

  “That’s better, doll,” he said and without warning his hand pressed harder. I climaxed instantly. My body tensed and I wailed as the bliss ravaged me. Then Jack swelled and filled me with his warmth. He grunted as he satisfied himself and me along with him. I squirmed and shrieked as Jack rubbed me silly and pumped me full of his delicious orgasm. Even after he had finished, Jack refused to stop pleasing me until I was a shuddering, giggling mess.

  “OK, stop it,” I warned him. Jack refused. I cried out, laughing and trying to wiggle free. It felt amazing. Too amazing. “Knock it off!” I screamed and playfully slapped at him. Jack laughed and finally stopped. I was left gasping for air and shaking. “Don’t leave me,” I told him. Jack obliged me, wrapping me in his arms and he remained inside of me.

  “I love you, doll,” he said.

  “I love you too, old man,” I replied, turned my head and kissed him. “Can you put a stripper pole in the new trailer?” I asked.

  “That’s not very D.A. like,” he said.

  “Shut up. Just put one in,” I told him.

  “Anything for you,” he said and then added,” I don’t want you throwing me in prison.” I elbowed him again and Jack felt that one.

  “I’m not going to put you in prison. I’m going to tie you up and torture you,” I told him.

  “Promise?” he asked. I giggled at that.

  “Yes!” I replied.

  >>O<<

  Despite all the talk about new motorcycles and political careers, we still had a problem. Jack’s charges were dropped by the acting District Attorney but he was simply covering his ass. He was in hot water by implication if not outright collusion. He was also going to be my opponent. I went down to city hall to register as a candidate and received some funny looks. A shapely girl in a tight violet blouse, a black pencil skirt, full fashioned stockings and stilettos, not to mention the shock of matching violet in my otherwise dark hair, wasn’t your typical candidate for D.A.

  But there was still the looming problem of the rival gang or whatever they were. A bunch of assholes if you asked me. They were still looming. Would they attack again? Would they ever be made to pay for trashing Jack’s place, his truck or the homes of the others? I wasn’t sure. That wasn’t why I was running for D.A. by the way but if I did somehow manage to win the special election and I had a chance to prosecute those jerks, I’d nail their carcasses to the wall. They deserved to face justice. It might be a little vindictive but only a little.

  For now, however, we were just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I mean, Jack, Butch and Kat wanted to track them down and kick their asses but cooler heads prevailed. Something would happen, or it wouldn’t, and we all were a bit more wary. Besides, I had more to worry about. The special election was scheduled just thirty days out. Even the acting District Attorney didn’t have much time to campaign. But the City Council did schedule a debate of sorts. More of a question and answer event. There were other candidates, five in all, and we would all answer some questions and get to make a little speech.

  I was beginning to regret the whole thing. “You’ll be fine,” Dave told me as we waited for the event to begin.

  “Just imagine they’re all naked,” Jack suggested.

  “How is that going to help?” I wondered. I was nervous and I was sure I’d make a fool of myself.

  “I don’t know. I just heard that somewhere,” Jack admitted. At least that made me smile.

  “Are you OK, Dave?” I asked my best friend.

  “Yeah. I’m good. I know they’ll grill you about me and more but don’t worry about it. I’m a big girl,” he said. Dave had come out. The school district was bound by regulations and laws that prevented them from discriminating against him but some parents weren’t happy. I refuse to repeat what some of them said but they were out of line to say the least. Talk a
bout hate. In any case, he still had his job but how long he could keep it without something giving was anyone’s guess.

  “Two minutes,” someone announced. I stood up and Jack and Dave gave me a hug before I made my way to the council chambers. They would be seated in the crowd along with most of our friends along with Vic and his wife, Lacey. Vic took the news surprisingly well. In fact, he was enthusiastic about the idea of me running for D.A. He told me he was sure I’d clean up this town and he looked forward to sparing with me in court.

  I was going fourth in the lineup. I sat in the front row as each candidate was asked a series of questions by a panel of local reporters and then gave their speeches. The acting D.A. was grilled about his connections to the former D.A., organized crime and corruption. He promised to crack down in his speech but I’m not sure anyone believed him. The other three candidates were like me. Just regular people that were dumb enough to think we could actually make a difference.

  The other two candidates in front of me weren’t pressed much. One was an activist lawyer, the other a retired police officer. Neither was controversial. The last one was the wife of a casino owner but she was a one issue candidate. She wanted prostitution legalized in Las Vegas. It was currently outlawed in the county and you either had to travel outside the county or utilize one of the many illegal escorts. She had run for City Council, Mayor and even Governor once before.

  The two candidates scheduled before me performed well enough, nothing too exciting in any respect. Then it was my turn. I approached the lectern and took a deep breath. It started out OK. I got questions about my experience from the two newspaper representatives and then a question about my stance on parking violations from Channel Eight. Really? I held my own but then it was Channel Thirteen’s turn. Chip O’Brien was their lead investigative reporter and well-known for his fundamentalist religious views. I braced myself for his question.

  “Brandy...may I call you Brandy?” he asked.

  “Please,” I replied politely.

  “Brandy, can you please explain to the voters your relationship with Jack Anker. He was arrested for heroin possession. A whole kilo if I’m not mistaken. Seems odd for the District Attorney to be dating a heroin dealer,” he asked. The crowd behind me broke into quiet murmurs.

  “Well, Chip. I can call you Chip, can’t I?” I asked pointedly.

  “Of course,” he replied.

  “Those charges were dropped by my esteemed opponent. As you well know, the D.A.’s office was rife with corruption and the former District Attorney was caught bragging about framing a man that fit Jack’s description on a recording made by a concerned citizen. I have nothing to hide. Jack is innocent and the dismissal of the charges, I think, proves that,” I responded. Talk shit about my old man, will you?

  “So, if you have nothing to hide, I assume you don’t mind me asking about the crossdressing fellow you are friends with. Is this the sort of immoral activity that your office, should you manage to win this election, will tolerate? Sodomy, prostitution, more strip clubs and debauchery?” he asked. He wore a self-satisfied grin. Little known to the rest of America, Vegas was a religious town. Outside the glam and glitz of the Casinos, Vegas had more churches that just about any other big city in the country.

  Chip’s brand of fundamentalist dogma had its fans around Sin City. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t an atheist or anything. I just didn’t believe in a God that hated people because they were different. I believed in a God that loved and accepted all people. I believed in a society that allowed everyone to pursue their own form of happiness. If that meant being gay or a stripper or a biker, so be it. Honestly, I’d had about enough of this O’Brien character.

  “No, Chip. That’s not what it means. I believe in the rule of law but I also believe in tolerance. I am proud to be friends with a crossdresser because he, or she as the case may be, is twice the human being you’ll ever be. I’m proud to be dating a biker. I’m proud to live my life the way I see fit, Chip,” I said but I wasn’t finished though Chip had heard enough.

  “I beg to...,” is all he got out before I cut him off.

  “Zip it, Chip! You asked a question and I’m going to answer it. I plan to enforce the law as it’s written. I will bring all the resources at my disposal to bear on those that seek to harm the people of this great city. If you break the law, you will pay the price. But I will also utilize my judgment and apply the law fairly and evenly. I will not accept anything less than hard evidence. I will not tolerate anyone in my office nor in the police department harassing citizens based on how they look, how they live or who they sleep with,” I said but I had even more to say. Chip was steaming but I was on a roll.

  “I respect your beliefs, Chip, but I can’t afford to be so cavalier in passing judgment if I am elected the D.A. My job will not be to harass and demean but to protect and serve. I will serve all the people of Las Vegas. Even you, Chip. Next question?” I finished. There was a bit of a stunned silence as I waited for Chip to respond. That silence was broken by two men standing to applaud me. I didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. But when I did, I saw others join them. Soon a dozen people stood, then a dozen more, then almost the entire council chamber came to its feet.

  I had to fight really hard not to cry. For a full minute, applause filled the chamber until the mayor struck his gavel and called for order. Reluctantly, the crowd took their seats. I turned to face Chip but he looked defeated. Next to him, Christine Kwan from Channel 3 waited her turn.

  “Good answer, Brandy,” she began.

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  “You’re quite young for this job and you’ve been working as a defense attorney. Can you handle this position and will you be able to transition from defending the accused to prosecuting them?” Christine asked.

  “I am young, I agree. This city needs some fresh blood, some new ideas. I think this city needs a District Attorney that isn’t entrenched in the system, don’t you?” I answered her first question. “As far as transitioning, I’ve seen things from the other side. I’ve heard the stories of people just trying to get by and who have been accused simply because they have a certain look or live a certain way. I will follow the law but I will do it with compassion and discretion and I’ll work with the city council to change the laws it can towards those same goals,” I told her.

  She smiled at me and I smiled back. It was a tough question but fair. The council invited me to make a closing statement but I declined. I told them I think I said all I had come to say and simply asked the people for their support. I took my seat and listened to the casino owner’s wife rant about legalizing prostitution, a position I didn’t necessarily disagree with, and then the council adjourned and I found Jack and Dave outside the chambers.

  Dave gave me a huge hug. “You’ve made me so glad I came out, Brandy,” he told me. Jack hugged me too.

  “You were fucking awesome up there, doll,” he told me. Vic and Lacey found us too.

  “Great speech, kid. I’m going to miss you around the office but I suspect I’ll be seeing you in court,” he said optimistically.

  “From your lips...,” I told him. I was about to suggest we go do some serious drinking to celebrate that I’d made it through the night without making a fool of myself but then I heard someone behind me.

  “Excuse me,” the woman said and I turned to find Christine Kwan standing there. She was a tiny thing, half Korean, half Caucasian, I'd read her bio from the Channel 3 website, with wavy black hair and pretty eyes.

  “Yes?” I greeted her.

  “I just wanted to say how much I appreciated your answer to Chip’s rude question. I...I just wanted to say that,” she told me. She seemed genuinely appreciative.

  “Thanks,” I replied.

  “No, thank you,” she said and shook my hand. Then she walked past me and I expected her to keep going but she didn’t.

  “You’re the one, the one Chip was talking about?” she asked Dave.

 
“Um...yeah,” he told her. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a business card and a pen. She wrote a number on it and handed it to Dave.

  “That’s my personal line. Call me,” she told him and walked off into the crowd. Dave stared at it, looked at Jack and then me. I giggled at him.

  “I told you, Dave,” I said. He knew what I meant. I told him he’d find a woman when he was least expecting it and that she’d find him.

  “Told him what?” Jack asked.

  “None of your business. It’s girl stuff,” I replied.

  “But he’s not a girl right now,” Jack replied.

  “I’m always a girl and a guy. I’m complicated,” Dave told Jack.

  “I’m so confused. I thought real women were a pain in the ass. Jesus!” Jack shot back jokingly. Dave laughed at him and I joined my best friend.

  “C’mon, let’s go get fucked up,” I said. Nobody argued. We left. Other than an interview I owed the Review-Journal and one for the local talk radio station, this was in the hands of the voters. Nothing I could do but wait. I didn’t need to win to be happy. I was already happy. But I knew I could make things better. I just hoped I would get the chance.

  >>O<<

  It was a tough couple of weeks waiting for election night. My rebuff of Chip O’Brien had left me neck and neck with the acting District Attorney. He had a lot of support from those that benefited from the corruption and favoritism at City Hall but I had the support of the people. My little speech had resonated with a lot of folks. I’d heard it from dozens of people.

  Some were just relieved to hear someone that preached a fair application of justice. They wanted to know that they would get the same treatment if they ever found themselves involved with the law as the rich and powerful. Others were just sick of the corruption and I had become the alternative. Despite my lack of experience, my out of the mainstream friends and my own personal lifestyle, they supported me over the status quo.