StripHer

by Titania Ladley

  Like a hooker.

  No, if this really was Cindy, please don’t let her be a hooker. Is that what Donna had warned me about?

  I eyed her golden-tanned skin with its glittery sheen. She proved to be quite the sight. Short miniskirt that displayed those long toned legs I recalled so clearly. Bare belly with a sparkling green jewel piercing the top rim of her navel, which I didn’t recall seeing before. But then, Cindy was full of great surprises. She also wore a tight, narrow tube top that emphasized both of her hard nipples and every full curve of her breasts.

  Nice. Real nice.

  She stopped, turned and waved to a few men I recognized as undercovers. They entered the back of the station. Cindy’s head swiveled toward me. Her dark eyes speared me from across the few parking spaces.

  Then she continued to saunter nearer, heels clipping on concrete. Oh yeah, it was her, no doubt about it. She yanked open the passenger door of my SUV. Her perfume engulfed me in a cloud of remember-me fragrance. It brought that amazing night flooding back. She perched a stiletto on the floorboard and twisted around to sit her ass on the seat. I caught a brief glimpse of one soft, bare rump cheek.

  Dizzy euphoria spun in my head. Did she have a butt plug in again?

  I rubbed at my crotch and marveled at how quickly I’d hardened. Just one look at her was all it took. I could think of nothing else but de-plugging her and burying my dick in her ass.

  Except I had one, maybe ten, questions first. “What are you doing here with the undercover guys—and dressed like a whore? Why aren’t they hauling you in and booking you?” I chuckled. “Didn’t take their bait?”

  She slammed the door shut, turned to face me so I got the most luscious view of her beautiful painted face above swelling tits with a shadowed cleavage. A hand with crimson-painted nails shot up, and I could easily imagine it palming me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, buster. Wait one freakin’ minute there. What is this, Sixty-nine-and-a-Half Questions? FYI, we just finished a sting. Busted a big prostitute ring.”

  “What—You… We?” I dug a finger in my ear, shook my head. “You busted a…”

  She fiddled with her skirt, shifted her heels on the floorboard. “I’m a cop too, you idiot. I was undercover at Puss ’N Tush that night we met. Mission was to gather evidence to prove the owner Tito ‘Sawshark’ Faggini was laundering drug money through the strip club. But horny little me, I uh…broke a rule or two by having sex with you on the premises, not paying attention to what I was supposed to be monitoring. Got demoted to street stuff. Donna would’ve fired me if it weren’t for the fact it was a fellow officer I’d fraternized with. Plus, she’s been a good friend for years.”

  Ah, so Cindy had known I was a cop all along, yet with the exception of those vague suspicions of her familiarity, I hadn’t recognized her. And Donna had known about my encounter with Cindy. Oh well. Girls talked. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

  “Nope. And it wasn’t until I saw your badge after we’d made love that reality slapped me upside the butt and I knew I’d screwed myself. I’d ignored that little warning voice in my head up to that point. But I wanted you so badly I couldn’t help myself. And one other thing you’re not going to like…”

  Aw shit.

  I turned off the music playing softly from the speakers, squirmed in my seat, imagining all sorts of fucked-up things. A long groan rumbled in my chest. I covered my face. “Fuck. Did you tell Donna and the captain I’d been paying for sex with Jazmine all this time? Jesus. I’m going to lose my damn job, even after all these weeks.”

  She leaned over and cupped my hard-on, stroked it until I nearly blew. “No, Frank. You’re not going to lose your job. You know all the guys go to places like that and pay for ‘private parties’. But they did find out about it. Heard it, in fact.”

  “Heard it?”

  “Yes.” Her face flushed. She snatched her hand from my crotch and glanced away. “I uh, forgot to shut off the mic on the back of my nametag. It transmitted everything to the surveillance van up the road.”

  I gulped. The memory of her fiddling with the nametag gave me a punch in my gut. That’s what she’d been doing, trying to keep herself and me out of trouble. “Oh shit. I am going to lose my job.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t hear all the gossip. They’ve been relentlessly teasing the hell out of me. But I’m glad you didn’t know about it. You might’ve quit on your own, and the station is the only place I ever get glimpses of you. Just at shift change mostly.”

  I nodded, finally getting it. That must be why I’d never noticed her before. We had opposite shifts, worked in different departments and attended separate briefings. “Well, I guess I can handle a little gossip and male razzing. But I’m sorry you got the brunt of it. As long as I don’t lose my job, then fuck them bastards.”

  She grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

  I sighed, her presence overriding the bullshit I had in my future. So what? “So Cindy-rella’s orange car was about to turn into a pumpkin, which caused her to ditch me, run from the club and leave behind her glass ‘slipper’.”

  “What?” She blinked. “Cindy—what? Pumpkin and slipper? Uh, I don’t wear granny slippers at all.”

  I sighed. “Never mind. Now let me get this straight. That’s why Donna was at the club bartending, and knew we knew each other. She took your place after your demotion. But wait, I searched for you several times after you went missing and I don’t recall ever seeing Donna there until tonight.”

  She smiled with dreaminess in her sparkling eyes. “You looked for me all that time?”

  “Damn right. I’d stripped you down to that sweet ass, got a glimpse of how things could be between us. Nothing was going to keep me from finding you.”

  She patted my cheek and pinched my chin. “Aww. Thank you. That’s so sweet.” She leaned over and kissed me, sending sparks through my bloodstream. “But anyway, back to Donna. It took her a few weeks to get hired at the club. Some cocktail waitress nabbed the position practically before I was out the door. Besides bartenders getting way more in tips, waitresses get mauled all the time. Asses pinched, and stuff like that, by drunk idiots. So once Donna did get lucky enough to get her foot in the door, she took up where I left off. But who cares now? I know for a fact—she told me herself—you’re not going to be fired or even put on probation. It already would’ve happened by now anyway. Now. Let’s forget all that crap. We’re both clocked out, so what do you say we go parkin’ down by the beach and let me show you what color it is tonight…”

  My pulse skipped a beat then raced out of control. I could barely breathe. “It? You…you mean your…” I swallowed a lump. “Your plug?”

  She wiggled, rubbing her ass against the seat. An animal’s moan tore from her throat. “Yes, my butt plug. What color ya think? Take a wild guess.”

  I didn’t waste any time shoving the car into reverse and winding my way out of the police station’s rear parking lot. I turned onto Seaview Drive and headed toward a secluded stretch of beach where teens parked until their 1:00 a.m. curfew was up. But it was almost 4:00 a.m., so hopefully Cindy and I’d have it all to ourselves.

  My hand fell from the gearshift to her knee and glided along the smooth flesh. She opened her legs for me. Perfect. No panties. I found the soft twin lips, the dampness between them and the little stiff knot.

  “Huh… Let’s see. Red to match your sexy hooker’s claws,” I guessed on a whim. Really, I didn’t give a damn what color the plug was, same as I didn’t care what color her hair was. I just wanted to get that toy out so I could slide my engorged prick inside her.

  She slapped one hand on the door handle, one on the console and eased out a deep heathen’s growl. Her rump lifted off the seat. She swiveled her hips and rubbed her clit hard and fast against my finger. “Mmm, spot-on guess. But this time I want you to fuck me in my pussy and use the plug to double-penetrate me. Would you?”

  I slid my finger into her slickness. By the dashboard lights I co
uld see the very edge of the toy peeping out from under her cunt, between her spread legs. I scratched my thumb over it while watching my finger get swallowed up by her pussy. Oh yeah, the toy was ruby-red, like Cinderella’s glass slipper. “Well, I had my heart set on your perfect ass again, but that sounds like a deal to me to—”

  Cindy’s phone rang. She dug in her large handbag, pulled it out and swiped the screen with the pads of her fingertips, avoiding the scratch of her sexy manicured fingernails against the lit-up surface. “Shit. It’s Donna.” She spoke into the phone. “Hey what’s up?”

  There was silence, nodding, gasps and murmurs of “Uh-huh”, “Really?” and “No shit?”

  Please no, don’t let it be that Cindy has to go back to work.

  She hung up after a lengthy bout of chatter on Donna’s end of the phone. “Wow. The Puss ’N Tush sting. Donna and her team just busted Tito the owner and his accomplices. Got the evidence they needed. They’re hauling them in now for booking.”

  “Gotta be kiddin’.” I whistled. “I was just in there not an hour ago.”

  She jammed the phone back in her purse and stuck out her bottom lip. I longed to kiss that mouth, but I could sense she needed to talk instead.

  “Nope, no joke. They’re closing the club—without any help from me. Damn it.” She slapped the dashboard. “Guess I asked for it. A simple thing like not disengaging the transmitter on my nametag—well, and that…you know, ‘thing’ with us—serves me right.”

  I pulled into a secluded lot at the edge of a bottlenecked lagoon off the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, we were alone. Except for the glimmer of moonlight on the water’s choppy surface, it was dark and private.

  “But it was worth it.” I winked at her.

  She blushed then let out a bubbly laugh. “Yeah. On second thought it was.” She ogled my hard-on. “Way more than worth it.”

  “Get out,” I ordered as I killed the engine and pressed the hatch button. A salty gust blew in and stirred the palm trees, making them sway against the star-scattered dusk above us. The fronds clacked in the breeze. Perfect ambiance for what was to come. “I’ll get my beach blanket and we’ll be set for a swim.”

  “After tonight,” she said on a sigh while she bent to unfasten her heels, “a swim would be heavenly. My feet and back are killing me, and I’m soaked with sweat from all that corner strolling.”

  I spread the blanket on the sand and pulled my shirt over my head. “Good, we’ll get you cooled off. I cannot wait to get in that water, get your hot bod wrapped around me, slide into you, fill you front and back.” I rubbed my hard-on then drew a condom out of my pocket. I pulled down my pants and boxers, kicked them aside. “Mm-mm. You look so hot, baby.”

  She giggled and stepped onto the blanket. The waves lapped against the shore, drowning out the faint honks and engine whirs of the distant Miami Beach traffic. “Thanks. But this’ll be hotter. I’ll strip for you this time, get totally naked.” She hummed a sexy stripper’s song while she shimmied out of her tube top. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples dark discs against her moon-kissed skin. She added a few racy lyrics, twisted and turned and swiveled her hips until she had her back to me. Then she bent over and wiggled out of her teeny skirt.

  “Christ. What a mouthwatering rear end. And that plug glittering in the moonlight. You are so beautiful, Cindy.”

  She stood, slapped one butt cheek and headed for the water. “Thanks. Name’s not really Cindy, though. It’s Leah.”

  My dick was so erect, it couldn’t get any stiffer. I liked her real name, but Cindy fit better now that I’d gone through the Cinderella fantasy in my head. Yet just like the hair color, the name wasn’t important. That plug was all I could think of, that and fucking her ass with it while I became gloved by her snug core for the first time.

  “Come on, get in!” She squealed when a small wave knocked her off balance and made her drop to her hands and knees.

  I crossed the cool, soft beach and slid a condom on while I waded in. “Stay just like that. Don’t move.”

  Her tits dangled between her arms and her bare back glistened with beads of water. I shook my head at the sexy sight of her on all fours, waiting for me to take her. I sat next to her in the lapping water and lay down so the waves could only reach my shoulders. My skin cooled instantly. I didn’t realize how much I’d been sweating.

  “Climb on top. Slide down on me and let me fill you up.”

  She crawled through the shallow water, a she-cat stalking me, and stepped her hand and knee over me until her pussy hovered over my dick.

  Her eyes were witchy—dark and dazzling. She gazed at me with the horniest look I’d ever seen on a woman’s face. “This is hot. I can’t wait to ride you. But you know what would make it even better?”

  I filled my hands with her breasts. The nipples grazed my palms. I lifted my head and sucked one into my mouth, licked, bit, devoured. “Mm, I don’t see how it can get any better than this.”

  “My ex. He’s on the undercover street force with me. Nothing there anymore, just pure sex and fun now and then. How would you like to share me?” She dragged her moist pussy up along the front length of my cock. Her teeth nibbled at my lower lip. “One in front, one in back.”

  The wild image of it filled my head. Sharing her made my eye twitch and rattled my nerves after that horrific experience of marriage and post-divorce with Jaz. But I swallowed back kneejerk words of protest and relaxed instead. This wasn’t Jaz or a marriage. It was a different kind of relationship with a totally different kind of woman. A strong, selfless and warm woman.

  But even so, I wouldn’t have been able to stop my body’s traitorous reaction at the fantasy of bringing Cindy…uh, Leah, that much double pleasure. My hormones did some kind of weird flip-flop and acceleration thing. Luckily my balls were down in the water or they would’ve incinerated at her words.

  “At the same time?” I coughed and choked. It seemed surreal. Yet hadn’t my secret motto always been “that’s how it should be done, two to one”?

  She let out a hoarse laugh, bent and kissed me deep and rough. Her tongue delved and swirled. She put some amazing suction on my mouth, causing a horny ache to pull up from my dick, through my belly and straight to my hungry mouth. Her aggressive movements made her nipples drag over mine. Four rock-hard wet knots rubbing together in perfect unison.

  “Of course, silly. The plug’ll work this time. But next time, I need the real thing in both holes.”

  Yes. This was the woman for me.

  “Damn. Where have you been all my life?” I gripped her hips and aligned her vagina with the tip of my penis.

  “At work. Right under your nose the entire time.” She slid down on me, encasing my dick in her tight, slick warmth. Her head went back and a guttural cry escaped her throat, the sound melding with the roar of the tide. “Ahhh… Been watching you for a while. You’re hot. Love the way your uniform pants fit snug over your cock. And your upper arms and pecs straining to bust your shirt open. Mmmm.”

  Unholy hell, she knew how to get to me. “Thanks, babe.” My hands spread around her narrow waist, moved up her sides, her neck and tangled in her hair, and that was when I realized it wasn’t a wig. She was a smokin’ blonde for real, not a brunette like she’d been that first night at the club.

  “Ahh…” My eyes went cross. This was my dream woman, a sweet and sexy one who knew how to stroke my ego and my cock at the same time. She sat up and massaged my chest and arms with cool, wet palms, as if she worshipped every inch of my flesh. The movement caused her to shift downward so the base of my penis and the top of my sac got rubbed by the butt plug.

  Holy mother of god.

  “You’re the one who’s hot. Can’t believe I never noticed you before. You and your…toy, that is.” I reached around and got a tight hold on the outer base of the plug. Water lapped around us. It cooled my skin while fueling my need for her.

  She dug her knees into the sand and started a slow bucking on me. “It’s okay,
we didn’t run into each other. Different departments. You on the cop beat, me undercover. But what matters now is that I finally got your attention. Now. Just make love to me. And don’t forget the toy too. Deep, fast. Oooh…”

  What else could I do but honor her request? I pulled out and pushed back in, front then back, front then back, seesaw-like. I had an overpowering urge to kiss her again, and I did, filling her mouth and her precious body all at once. She’d called it “make love” to her just as I’d said earlier. Yes, it did seem more like making love. Despite the hardcore actions, there was something extra here that hadn’t been there with Jazmine.

  I liked it. A lot. And I realized this emotional connection, whatever it could be called, was what I’d needed all along, what Jazmine had neglected to give me during our entire relationship. This sure as hell wasn’t love—at least not yet—but Leah clearly had her passion invested in the lovemaking, yet there was no threat of her getting territorial or clingy with me.

  Leah was a strong, independent woman, not shallow and selfish. There was a brightness and charm about her that, from my prior point of view, must have been overshadowed by my idiotic obsession and weakness about continuing the sex with Jaz.

  And we had been divorced all along, for Christ’s sake.

  But now the divorce was at last final.

  There was hope for me yet.

  Leah had true feelings and went after what she desired.

  Which didn’t appear to be money, credit cards or having every man and woman in the room fawn over her.

  She was into me for me, and apparently had been for some time.

  How had I ever been so obsessed with that selfish Jazmine when sweet and sexy Cinderella had been dancing beneath my nose all this time?

  Contentment and appreciation for Leah flooded my chest and made my heart flutter. It was as if my soul sighed and finally relaxed.

  Then my body took over, an urgent, physical need infected with Leah’s sweetness.

  We got an incredible rhythm going. Frank planted his feet under the water and thrust upward into me while sliding the butt plug in and out of my hole. I groaned, moaned. The ache in my pussy and rear grew hotter, heavier. My breasts bounced and my cunt made a slurpy noise against Frank’s stomach as water sloshed in and out between us. The toy rubbed my inner walls and grazed his cock with each penetration.