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  “Mhm.” Lara was quite serious.

  Jerry realized that Lara actually thought she cared about being embarrassed. The woman seemed to have forgotten that she spent most of her time around nasty, abusive, violent types. She couldn't imagine Lara having anything to say that would be all that effective.

  “Well,” Jerry smirked dismissively. “Let's hope it doesn't come to that.”

  “You're not hearing me, Schwartz.”

  Jerry felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees as Lara drawled the words. She glanced toward the woman's face and saw that there had been a small, but entirely perceptible shift in her expression. The lingering humor had faded, replaced with pure authority. It was visible in the slight rise of her brow, the set of her jaw. Her energy had shifted. Jerry didn't believe in things like energy, but there was no other way of describing the way she felt, prickly and mildly guilty for no apparent reason.

  “I prefer to deal with people on an egalitarian, co-operative basis,” Lara said. “But if it becomes necessary to remind you of the hierarchy here and your place in it, I will do it.”

  Jerry took a step back and gave Lara an incredulous look. “What are you going to do, huh? Revoke my donut privileges?”

  “I think all fast food would be a more effective restriction in your case,” Lara said. “But no. I'll assign you to the drunk tank.”

  The drunk tank. That meant sitting behind a desk all night long, hauling people in and out of wagons and cells, keeping watch on the cameras that covered the cells to make sure none of the drunken people drying out hurt themselves or died choking on their vomit or similar. The drunk tank was messy, smelly and unrelentingly unpleasant. It was an almost Machiavellian punishment. Jerry was rather impressed.

  “I take it you wouldn't enjoy that,” Lara said, knowing the answer full well.

  “I hope you're not planning on pulling rank on our date,” Jerry said, avoiding the question.

  “No, I keep my work life and my personal life entirely separate.”

  “Good,” Jerry said. “Well, I'll see you later then.”

  Chapter Four

  Jerry reckoned she'd cleaned up quite nicely. As it was a special occasion, she'd put on a little makeup, some foundation and a generous amount of eyeliner. She was wearing a black shirt and tight black pants, a little butch, but not so much so she'd be called to change tires during the course of the evening.

  Lara hadn't changed. She hadn't had time and she didn't need to anyway. Her attire was equally suitable for the workplace or for meeting heads of state. All eyes were drawn to her as she walked into the sushi restaurant. Jerry briefly wondered what it must be like to have that effect on people. Then she wondered why the heck anyone like Lara would waste time with her.

  “So is there a conflict in dating a subordinate?” Jerry hit the hard question first. “Aren't you worried it will damage your credibility? Or that I'll make you look bad?”

  “Oh I intend to have you well in hand,” Lara said, smiling. “I know you won't make me look bad. Aside from that, no, I'm not worried. My credibility doesn't come from who I date. It comes from the work I do. And I do good work.”

  She was confident. Really confident. Jerry admired that.

  “You reckon you'll have me in hand? How do you figure?”

  “As I said,” Lara smiled. “I do good work.”

  The crackling of electric attraction was back. Jerry could hardly believe she was on a date with Lara. When she'd gotten up that morning, it had been another day on the force. Now she was looking into the ocean eyes of a woman who had already claimed her body and was making a quick incursion into her mind.

  “Life is weird,” she said. “It never does anything you expect it to. Chaos chaos, all the time.”

  “Chaos, hmm...” Lara smiled. “Seems like it fits you well enough.”

  “And you? I bet you're all order. I bet you fold your panties.”

  “An orderly lingerie drawer is essential to an orderly life.”

  “Ha! I knew it!” Jerry laughed. “I bet you have one of those cutlery drawers with the dividers too.”

  “You don't?”

  “Naw,” Jerry said. “I only use disposable cutlery.”

  “You're joking.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.” The truth was that Jerry didn't have anything in her apartment that couldn't be nuked to make it edible, and most of it came with a supplementary plastic spoon. She made a mental note to swipe a few chopsticks before they left. Might come in handy one day. “You'd be horrified if you saw my place.”

  “It takes a lot to horrify me,” Lara said. “Don't let this suave exterior fool you.”

  “We'll see.”

  Their orders arrived, a pair of dragon rolls presented in glorious detail. For a few minutes, there was silence as they masticated the deliciousness, but inevitably the need to talk overwhelmed the need to consume sushi.

  “Okay,” Jerry said, celebrating the slaying of her dragon with a sip of beer. “Tell me how they wrangled you here.”

  “Well, I was ready to leave Chicago,” Lara said. “And there was a need here, so here I am.”

  “Ah. No girlfriend in Chicago, then?”

  “No,” Lara said. “A few lovers, nothing more than that.”

  “Is that how you tend to operate? Love 'em and leave 'em?”

  “When I'm in a committed relationship, I commit fully, but not everybody wants commitment. And not everybody can handle it.”

  “True,” Jerry admitted. “Magpies who can't resist the next shiny pussy.”

  “That's a colorful way of putting it, yes,” Lara said, the dimple in her cheek quirking with amusement. “I take it you're a monogamous sort.”

  “I'm a one lady-lady, that's me,” Jerry said, dipping the corner of a rice ball in some soy sauce.

  “So I take it you're not currently attached?”

  “No.” Jerry swallowed. “My last girlfriend left because she couldn't stand the job. The late nights, the uncertainty. The danger. It made her nutty. Sometimes I'd come off a shift and have thirty missed calls and dozens of text messages on my phone. In the end it was easier to split up than pay the phone bills.”

  Lara nodded understandingly. “It can be hard to make a relationship work when your job is your life.”

  “Especially when it's with someone who doesn't understand that it's not like a 9 to 5. You clock off and go home, but you don't really ever leave work. It gets into your skin.”

  “It's important to be able to disengage, though.”

  Jerry shrugged. “Maybe that works for some people. Never worked for me. I gotta stay sharp. Constantly on alert. Like a predator.”

  “Actually, predators relax quite often. Prey animals are the ones who are constantly on alert.”

  “Well aren't you the biologist,” Jerry snorted.

  “A bit of a documentary junkie, actually,” Lara admitted. “Nothing like curling up on the couch with a glass of white wine and something from Attenborough.”

  “Aw, that's kind of cute. You in your jimmiejams watching shows about animals.”

  “I didn't say I wore jimmiejams.”

  “I bet you do,” Jerry teased. “I bet you wear footsie pajamas with the drop seat.”

  Lara's eyes narrowed slightly. Jerry got the distinct impression that Lara didn't like to be made fun of.

  “You like footsie pajamas?”

  “Naw,” Jerry said. “I sleep in the nude.”

  “Now that I approve of. Easy access.”

  Jerry felt a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. Flashes of their interlude in the interview room played in the mental theater of her mind. It would be quite nice, to give Lara easy access.

  “How about we get out of here?” Lara purred the question sensually.

  Jerry had never had a date end so quick, but the hunger in Lara's eyes told her both that the evening was likely not over, and that sushi could not satiate the appetite that pained her date.

  They
left the restaurant arm in arm and paused outside Lara's car for a quick, but passionate kissing session.

  “Your place or mine?” Lara asked the question against Jerry's lips.

  “Yours,” Jerry said. “I don't want to disturb the rats at mine.”

  “I hope you're joking.”

  “I am,” Jerry said. “The rats wouldn't be disturbed. They wouldn't care. They're good like that.”

  “Very funny.” Lara wrapped her hand around Jerry's hip and drew her close. “You're coming back to my place, and you're going to show me how you sleep nude.”

  *****

  Lara's place was like Lara. Gorgeous. Jerry would never have been able to decorate a place like it in a million years. There were bits and things and floral pieces and sofas and cushions and paintings and fancy lampshades and none of it really mattered because all Jerry really had eyes for was Lara. Naked Lara who had shed her clothing like an unwanted skin and was beckoning Jerry toward the bedroom.

  Her stomach was toned, a light 'v' shape descending to a red strip pointing the way to her pussy. Her breasts were not large, but they were well shaped, tipped with cupcake pink nipples that made Jerry lick her lips in anticipation.

  “Come lay down,” Lara said, stretching out on the bed, her body an invitation to a land of pleasure. “Take those clothes off first.”

  There was a note of authority in everything she said, but Jerry didn't mind that. She certainly had no objections to stripping down like Lara, discarding clothes in a pile on the floor. Her body was not as classically feminine as Lara's. She was slightly on the stocky side, toned, but a little like a square peg in a round hole.

  Lara didn't seem to mind that. She feasted her eyes on Jerry as if Jerry were a prize piece of tiramisu.

  “I love your ass,” she said, reaching out a hand to pull Jerry onto the bed. “You have a hot ass.”

  “Thanks,” Jerry smiled. What else was there to say when a beautiful woman complimented her rump and then proceeded to run her hands and tongue over it and then...

  Before Jerry really knew what was happening she was stretched out before her lover, her hands clutching at the coverlet as Lara's tongue lapped at her pussy, running from clit to crevice, dipping into the sweet interior for a lingering moment before returning on another pass.

  Closing her eyes, Jerry moaned and let herself fly into ecstasy. With her hips rising, her clit was presented to Lara's lips and soon was being suckled to shuddering cries from Jerry. Matched with even strokes from a slim vibrator, the sensations swelled, combined and finally peaked in an orgasm which went on for many minutes, culminating in weak, tremulous limbs and a sweat sheened body.

  “I feel like I just spent an hour at the gym,” Jerry panted as Lara stroked her back and bottom.

  “Good,” Lara said, tapping her bottom lightly. “Getting you tired out might keep you out of trouble.”

  “Who says I'm tired out?” Jerry turned and trailed her fingers over Lara's hip. “It's your turn.”

  With a coy look, Lara rolled onto her back, stretching out long, lovely limbs. Parted, they revealed inner thighs drenched with sweet nectar, pussy lips engorged with lust and a hint of the passage beyond.

  Sliding up Lara's legs, Jerry pressed kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, drifting closer to the sweet pussy waiting for her touch.

  Lara reached down, ran her fingers through Jerry's short hair and whispered, “I like it a little harder.”

  Grinning, Jerry got the message. Abandoning the teasing, she pressed her lips to Lara's pussy and began lapping at the wet folds. Lara's resulting moan told her she was doing it right. A glance up to see her lover playing with her nipples gave Jerry an idea. She lapped up toward the nub of Lara's clit, then carefully let her teeth graze around it, alternating sweeps of her tongue with light touches of teeth. Only the tip of her clit was spared sensation, which soon resulted in a needful moan and requests for more.

  A tremor rocked Lara's body as Jerry began working two fingers inside her pussy, but it wasn't until Jerry added a third finger that she really got the result she was looking for. Only then did Lara buck her hips forward and let her head fall back as Jerry took control of her pussy.

  Jerry slid up Lara, fingers buried deep in her lover's body, heel of her palm pressed firmly against Lara's clit. Her spare hand was put to good use behind Lara's head, holding her close as their tongues met in a kiss that tasted of both of them.

  “Fuck me harder, Jerry.”

  “Harder? How much harder?” Jerry slid her fingers out until only the tips were inside Lara's clenching pussy. She pushed them back in swiftly, plunging her tongue into Lara's mouth simultaneously as she began pistoning in and out.

  “Harder,” Lara gasped.

  “Harder?” Jerry quirked a brow and pulled her fingers out entirely. “Just how hard am I supposed to fuck you, hmm?” She lightly slapped her fingertips against Lara's open pussy, catching everything below her clit in a light slap. When Lara did not object, she repeated the treatment a little harder, then pushed her fingers back inside the wet depths for a few strokes before returning with another slap.

  The ecstatic look on Lara's flushed cheeks told Jerry it was the right thing to do. Every pussy slap made Lara jolt and grind her hips, and every quick thrust brought a moan. Her pussy was soon pink and hot to the touch, with Jerry landing quick slaps both above and below her clit.

  As Lara got closer to the verge of her climax, Jerry tangled fingers in her hair, held her firmly in place and drummed her fingers across Lara's mound until she begged to be filled.

  “Fuck me, Jerry, please... fuck me, please....”

  The sight of the beautiful woman writhing naked beneath her hand, begging for release was almost enough to make Jerry cum again herself. Lara was like a wanton goddess, a fire-red beauty grasping at the elusive threads of orgasm.

  Pressing her hand above Lara's clit, Jerry massaged slowly. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to keep your pretty pussy on the boil a little longer.”

  “Sadist,” Lara bit out.

  “Not even close,” Jerry replied, sliding parted fingers down Lara's lips. She scissored them apart and opened Lara's pussy to the cool air of the room. Then, as Lara writhed slowly under her, she once more let the hot length of her tongue slide down the wet lips.

  Moving, she straddled Lara's body in reverse, her pussy suspended above Lara's face as she kept tonguing Lara's folds.

  Two fingers slid inside her, fresh penetration from a woman very much on the edge of orgasm. Jerry had expected Lara to take advantage of the position, but she hadn't wagered on the enthusiasm with which she began pistoning her fingers in and out whilst slapping Jerry's cheeks with her free hand. She was being spank-fucked by the woman she was supposed to be teasing.

  “Hey...mmmnnn...heey... how am I supposed to make you cum if you're doing that?”

  “Jerry,” Lara said, her refined tones somehow incongruous with the carnal positions they found themselves in. “If you want to be able to sit tomorrow, you better make me cum, my girl.” She punctuated her point with several hard smacks that made Jerry yowl, then bury her mouth in Lara's pussy, working the flat of her tongue over Lara's clit and slit with a fast back and forth motion patented to tease even the most temperamental of climaxes out of a woman.