Hard Evidence

“Hard Evidence”

By Rikki Ryder

The cold steel of the handcuffs bites into my wrists, but I can’t help smirking. I’m still in my stripper heels, glitter clinging to my thighs, eyeliner smudged just right. I wiggle a little in the chair, giving the two-way mirror something to look at.

Then she walks in.

Six-foot-something of polished muscle, curves, and authority in heels. Jet-black hair in a tight bun. Glossed lips. Broad shoulders. And a not-so-subtle bulge pressing against those navy blue uniform pants.

Officer Maxine Steele.

No—Officer Maxine “Steelcock” as she’s infamously known on the internet.

I almost purr.

She closes the door behind her and locks it. Click.

Maxine: “Rikki Ryder. Femboy. Stripper. Suspect in a political corruption scandal with miss mayor of the city.”

Me: “Allegedly.”

Maxine: “Cute. You always this mouthy?”

Me: “Only when I’m cuffed and horny.”

Maxine: “You think this is a joke?”

Me: “No, officer. I think it’s foreplay.”

Maxine: “You were caught giving more than a lap dance to the mayor inside of the High Heels Strip Club.”

Me: “What can I say? She may of tipped me well so I may have let her fuck me.”

Maxine: “You’re playing with fire, Rikki.”

Me: “You gonna spank me if I misbehave?”

Maxine: “You want discipline, Ryder?”

Me: “Maybe…just, maybe, officer.”

Maxine: “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

Me: “Oh, I’ve seen the rumors. ‘Thickcock Steele.’ I came twice just reading the hashtags on Instagram”

Maxine: “You’re unbelievable.”

Me: “You’re huge.”

Maxine: “Stand up.”

Me: “Still cuffed, babe.”

Maxine: “Good. Stay that way.”

Officer Maxine moves behind me and grabs my chin, tilting my face back.