Stuffed Pig

Valerie leaned against the wide stone pillar as a warm evening breeze blew across her scantily clad form. Her shoulder length lavender hair was tossed by the wind as cars whizzed down the street. The dye job was complemented by her short, one-piece dress and form fitting choker necklace. Their purple sheen gleamed brightly in the night time city lights, calling attention to her ample curves.

Her dress terminated not far below her waist and from there her attractions became more bold. Black garters trailed down her thick thighs. They contrasted nicely with the healthy peach tone of her light skin. The leather strips clipped to stockings just above her knees, framing the rest of her legs in irresistible see-through black silk.

Between her legs hung a long, thick cock, framed base to tip in shiny, black vinyl. The stretchy sleeve felt wonderful around her hypersensitive length. She kept the top of the sleeve unzipped to show off just a little of her plump, bulging flesh. Doing this attracted the right type of clients and warded off the others. It drew men that craved domination like honey did to flies.

Valerie heard a car door slam shut a little ways down the street and her gaze followed the sound. She’d been so busy scoping for Johns that she’d hardly paid attention to the peeping boy in blue. She’d noticed the cop car earlier, but thought nothing of it. Probably just some jack-off eating donuts while perving on her. Maybe even tickling the pickle on his break. If he’d parked closer or stayed much longer, she would’ve moved on. As the young man sheathed the baton in his duty rig and approached her, it seemed a confrontation was inevitable.

“Evenin Ma’am. I’d like a word, if you don’t mind.”

“Have all the words you want. I’ll decide if there’s any worth responding to.”

“Hey now, no need to get hostile. What’s your name?”

“Valerie.”

“That your real name or your street name?”

“Does it matter?”

“I’d like to see some ID.”

Valerie rolled her eyes before reaching into her purse and fishing out her wallet. She removed her driver’s license and handed it to him. He scanned it briefly before handing it back.

“Nice to meet you, Jennifer. I take it this is your corner?”

“What if it is? You know the state adopted the Swedish model, right? You can’t bust me anymore. Only the Johns.”

“Doesn’t seem like there’s many of those tonight.”

“Maybe some asshole cop is scaring them away. Ever think of that?”

“I’ll keep scaring them away if you don’t show me a little courtesy.”

“Pffft…” Valerie pushed herself off the pillar, picked up her bag and started walking away.

“I can’t bust you for hooking” he called from behind her “but I could book you for indecent exposure!”

Valerie stopped in her tracks and turned around, eyeing him scornfully. “What the fuck do you want?”

The flatfoot followed in her footsteps, catching up within seconds. “Maybe I’m looking for a good time. On the down-low, of course.”

Valerie folded her arms under her ample breasts, her lips spreading into a smirk as her left eyebrow raised. “Do you even know about this block? This is tops-only territory. If you’re looking to get your dick sucked or to stick it in my ass, that’s not what I do.”

“I was warned” he replied with a smile.

Her annoyance faded into curiosity. “You’re looking to get topped? By someone like me?”

“Maybe I’m looking for something new…”

Something new? Yeah, right. No doubt he was missing the ‘no homo’ suck-and-fuck days with his college frat buddies. Probably had a beard wife or girlfriend who was too prudish to peg him. If this guy hadn’t sucked a dozen cocks, Valerie was the Queen of England.

Still, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. A little on the short side, but handsome enough with short, dark hair and soft features. Well built. He hadn’t been on the force long enough to become a pastry cramming, engorged walrus yet. Not that it mattered.

A paying customer was a paying customer. Valerie was happy to drain her balls in any pudgy slut boy that wanted to get stuffed. Unlike regular prostitutes, a Femdom top didn’t have to look at the jerk she was fucking. Didn’t have to humor him or pretend she found him attractive. You just pushed their face into the mattress and took out your aggression on their quivering man cunt.

Yes, this could work out. It never hurt to have another friend on the force.

“What are you proposing?”

“Since this is my first party, how bout a freebie? In exchange, I’ll turn a blind eye to your Johns.”

‘Cheap ass motherfucker…’

Valerie was instantly pissed, but she didn’t show it outwardly. She bottled up her anger. It was more important to reel him in right now.

“Alright. That sounds fair, Officer…” she reached out and touched his name badge. “Pollack.”

“Call me Randy.”

“You want to do this now, Randy?”

“I’ll be off duty in a little over an hour.”

“Perfect!” She said, putting on her most charming smile and placing her hands on her curvy hips. “Come to the Clearview Motel at 10:30 and we’ll have a grand ole time!”

* * * * *

Valerie was on the way back to her apartment when she pulled out her phone.

“Hey Siri! Call Shanice.”

She held the device to her ear as her heels echoed off the pavement. It only took a couple rings before the call was answered.

“Hey girlfriend! How you doin?”

“Not bad. How’s your night?”

“Eh, its OK. Kinda slow.”

“Yeah, it was dead on my end until some oinker started harassing me.”

“What? For real?!?”

“Yeah, and that’s not all. He tried to shake me down.”

“Seriously? He’s gotta be new around here.”

“Oh, he’s as green as a leprechaun eating pees in the forest.