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Cocktails
was based upon my experiences running a nightclub (One
Step Beyond) and frequenting many bars in Silicon Valley. Each
chapter was based upon a drink and included the recipe, and to a
certain degree, was based upon characters I knew. This hot bit recounts
what happens when a fiery tempered waitress from The Pumping Station
cocktail lounge is pulled over by a horny cop.
Cocktails - Chapter Three - The Long Island Iced
Tea
Mix
1/2 oz. Vodka
1/2 oz. Gin
1/2 oz. Light Rum
1/2 oz. Tequila
1/2 oz. Triple Sec
Juice of 1/2 Lemon
Cola
Combine ingredients and pour over ice in tall
glass. Add a dash of cola for color. Garnish with a slice of lemon
Officer Norman Moore was also leaving the Pumping Station. The restaurant
at the Pump was a favorite hang out for Silicon Valley's police
force. The food was good, the portions large and the girls even
the food waitresses much more attractive than the old hags that
worked at the plethora of nickel and dime coffee shops littering
every intersection of the Valley. The Pumping Station was so popular
with the local police that the Chief of Police had enforced a two
car limit at the Pump at any one time. There had been numerous citizen
complaints that too many officers were sitting around drinking coffee
and ogling waitresses instead of being out on the street doing something
useful like stopping crime.
Officer Moore was just radioing into Headquarters that he was leaving
the Pump so that another hungry officer could take advantage of
the remaining hour of restaurant service when he noticed the red
Mustang rapidly leave the lounge parking lot. It didn't take him
long to put the police cruiser into drive, switch on the lights
and sound the siren. Moore knew that an arrest out of the Pump would
be good for public relations sort of justifying the amount of time
the police spent there.
'Fuck fuck fuck.' Louisa saw the flashing red, blue and white lights
in the Mustang's rear view mirror. She hadn't heard the siren she'd
had the radio up at maximum volume to help keep her awake. She pulled
the car into the parking lot of one of the many electronics companies
in the area. Now deserted, it was at least private property and
the police probably wouldn't impound her car if she got arrested.
Officer Moore unsnapped his revolver, unclipped his truncheon and
walked officiously up to the driver's side door. He immediately
recognised Louisa as a waitress at the Pumping Station. He thought
it best not to acknowledge the recognition.
'Going a bit fast weren't we, Miss?'
'Not as fast as I could have been.' Louisa was not in a good mood.
It had been a bad night and it was rapidly getting worse.
Moore responded officiously.
'Driver's license and vehicle registration, please Miss.' Officer
Moore was determined not to be intimidated by the feisty blonde
bombshell he'd seen so many times at the Pump. He would act as if
he was going to give her a ticket and then be quite the gentleman
and let her off. Who knows what favors she might do in return?
Louisa fumbled in the glove box of the car. She retrieved a mess
of papers, some of which may have been the required documents. Officer
Moore leaned into the car ostensibly to take the papers but his
prime purpose was to stare up Louisa's short mini skirt. Louisa
was still wearing the Pumping Station regulation red suspender belt
and black stockings. She'd been in such a hurry to get out of work
that she couldn't have been bothered to change out of her undergarments.
She'd just taken off the slinky black dress, pulled on a tight black
mini skirt and thrown her black leather jacket onto her shoulders.
Now, seated firmly in the bucket seat of the Mustang, her dress
had inched its way to the top of her thighs, revealing by the dim
lights of the parking lot not only the suspender belt and the stocking
tops so exquisitely held taught, but also the tantalizing vee of
white lace panties and the wispy darkness they contained. The zipper
of her leather jacket was down low enough to reveal the upper curves
of a lovely pair of pert breasts.
Officer Moore's police senses were distracted from the erotic vista
of Louisa's thighs by a familiar smell. It took him all of a few
seconds of continued staring before it dawned on him what vapors
were wafting around his nose. He backed his head out of the car
and stared accusingly at Louisa.
'Have you been drinking, Miss?'
'Why?'
'Just answer the question I can smell alcohol on you.'
'No shit Sherlock Holmes. You know damn well I'm a fucking cocktail
waitress at the the Pump. So what do you expect me to smell like
- fucking pigshit.'
'Just step out of the car Miss.'
Officer Moore was starting to think that maybe this wasn't going
to be as easy had he'd thought. This one had a temper as fiery as
her red lips.
'Okay okay come here smell my breath you tell me if you think I've
been drinking.'
Louisa knew that the two or three gulps of the Long Island wouldn't
make their way past the haze of cigarette smoke and lipstick that
laced her breath. Officer Moore leaned forward hoping once more
to catch a faint glimpse of Louisa's pussy while overtly trying
to smell alcohol on her breath. It was a huge mistake.
Louisa didn't really know why she did it, other than it seemed like
the right thing to do at the moment. In one quick movement she took
the glass of alcohol given her by Arnie and threw what was left
of the Long Island into Moore's face.
'Now can you smell it asshole now can you smell alcohol,' Louisa
taunted the shocked officer. He'd expected an eyeful of pussy and
got something that stung a whole lot more. He stumbled back rubbing
his eyes. When his vision cleared Louisa was propped up against
the car smoking a cigarette, smiling in the truly condescending
way that only a woman who knows she has the upper hand can do. It
was more than any man even a policeman could stand. He rushed towards
her. What he intended to do once he got there his brain hadn't yet
figured out.
Louisa swung her fist at the onrushing cop who ducked just a bit
too late. The blow caught him high on the head, but not squarely.
The impact forced Moore to bend downwards. Louisa who was by now
quite perked up this was the most fun she'd had all night decided
that a kick in the ass was just what Moore needed. She swung her
leg but Moore who was still bent over from the missed blow saw it
coming and grabbed her stocking covered calf. It was no great effort
for him to spin her around as she pivoted on her five inch spike
high heels. Now, suddenly off balance, Louisa was thrust with all
of Moore's might into the side of her Mustang. The impact knocked
the breath out of Louisa, who in this position was no match for
a much stronger and much angrier man. Resorting back to the training
he'd received at the Police Academy, it took just a few moments
for Moore to handcuff Louisa's hands behind her back and as an added
measure of security to handcuff her legs together just above her
ankles.
Officer Moore stepped backwards a few paces to catch his breath.
Louisa slumped over the Mustang gasping for air. It was then that
Norman Moore realised that he possessed the hardest erection he'd
ever had the pleasure of being the proud owner of. It was even harder
than when the stripper at Captain Will's bachelor party had done
that trick with Moore's hand and a cucumber.
The cause of Norman Moore's hardness was unwittingly Louisa. The
struggle, the fight, the body contact and of course the distinctly
erotic process of handcuffing her arms and long legs had caused
his adrenalin and blood pressure to peak beyond its normal limits.
These days, working nights, his wife and he didn't enjoy sex so
much as go through the motions. And now facing him was an erotic
vixen in somewhat of a vulnerable and appealing state. Officer Moore
was on the edge of losing control. He may have been able to maintain
his professional demeanor if it hadn't been for the sight that met
his still alcohol sore eyes.
Rubbing the last few drops of the Long Island from his face, Moore's
eyes focused first on the ground and then traveled inevitably and
oh so slowly up Louisa's subjugated form. The silver of the handcuffs
glistened against the shimmering darkness of the black nylon stockings
that were exquisitely highlighted by the five inch black high heels
held securely to Louisa's ankles by the most delicate of straps.
Journeying up the dark seams of the stockings to the even darker
stocking tops held taught by the red suspender belt of Louisa's
uniform, Moore's gaze halted just a few inches above the splendid
sight.
He caught his breath.
'Dear God...'
In the struggle between them, Louisa's tight mini skirt had been
forced all the way to her waist revealing to Moore the tempting
sight of her white lace covered bottom framed invitingly by the
red suspender belt. Slumped forward over the Mustang, Louisa's ass
was thrust towards Moore in a most come hither manner. His libido
took no small note of the erotic effect of having Louisa's wrists
handcuffed exactly in the middle of the space framed by the suspender
belt. The handcuffs on her ankles were also in perfectly sensual
symmetry. As he approached Louisa's gasping form he noticed for
the first time that her fingernails were long, exceptionally long,
and very blood red.
Louisa was quite unaware of her predicament. The force of being
thrown against the car had momentarily stunned her senseless. She
felt too weak to stand, thankful of her car as a crutch. It was
as she started to gain some small feeling of being human once more
that she felt two strong hands take her by the waist, and in one
swift movement lift her skyward. Her head reeled as she was tossed
roughly over Moore's shoulder. He steadied her from falling by spreading
his hand over her bottom and pressing her tightly against his uniform.
As he marched militarily to his car he rhythmically rubbed her ass
cheeks in a squeezing, kneading manner. Small as she was, Louisa's
bottom was firm and resilient perfectly formed just right for squeezing
and pinching.
It was these invading feelings that brought Louisa fully to her
senses. She quickly ascertained the situation remembered what she
had done and resolved that tonight would be spent in the county
jail.
'I guess it's jail for me,' Louisa mumbled as Moore lowered her
into the back seat of his police cruiser.
'Not quite, bitch.'
'Temper temper. I was just having a bit of fun.'
At first Moore didn't answer her. He went to the front seat and
turned off the flashing lights and the headlights. He turned the
ignition of the car off. All was silent except for Louisa's forced
breathing.
Moore returned to the back of the car and stepped inside. With a
resounding crash he slammed the door shut behind him.
'A bit of fun was it. Well I'm going to have a bit of fun now.'
Moore's mannerism was menacing as he leaned towards Louisa. He stank
of alcohol and sweat.
'Don't touch me I'll scream I'll scream the fucking windows out
you bast...'
Louisa didn't get to finish the sentence. Moore stuffed his regulation
police issue leather gloves into her mouth. The leather, dampened
by Louisa's spit, smelled strong and erotic, further exciting Moore.
He uncuffed Louisa's wrists and quickly reattached them to the bars
on the car window frame. Similarly with her legs he uncuffed them
and attached them one by one to the bars on the opposite side of
the car. He was careful to separate Louisa's legs just the right
amount.
Louisa wrenched and bucked against her restraints but there was
no breaking free. It was then that she decided that another strategy
would be more effective. No stranger to the more bizarre forms of
sexual release, Louisa decided that she would play right along with
Officer Moore's bondage fantasy. There was more than one way to
skin a cop...
Moore unzipped his blue police pants and pushed them down around
his ankles. His holster and gun now resided there also. It was of
little concern to him. There was nothing that the waitress bitch
could do all trussed up like a turkey at Christmas.
Louisa could see Moore was wearing large white underwear the kind
wives buy their husbands to insure male fidelity. Wifely reasoning
was simple and quite logical in a suburban sort of way. Would any
self respecting male really want to have an affair with an attractive
someone with him wearing something that looks like it belongs at
a campsite or on the mast of a ship? No plain big whites were sure
to embarrass most men into being completely faithful.
Even in the dim light of the police cruiser back seat Louisa could
see that Moore's big whites were stained by the tell tale signs
of a long straining erection. To fuck Louisa Officer Norman Moore
didn't even push his underwear down, he just pulled his cock out
of the side as if he was going to piss. Likewise he pulled Louisa's
white lace panties aside as he urgently rammed his hard dick forcefully
into her now quite moist cunt. Louisa was excited by the situation
in which she found herself. She didn't particularly relish fucking
Norman Moore, but she had to admit that some of her most memorable
fucks had been a bit on the rough side.
'I'm going to fuck you senseless, bitch I'll teach you to play games
with me. Now your playing with the big boys not those wimps that
you flash your ass to at the Pump.'
It was all Louisa could do to stop from writhing with laughter at
Moore's macho talk. Luckily the gloves made it somewhat difficult
to giggle. Amidst her inner laughter she decided it was time to
activate her plan. She began to writhe and squirm her hips forcefully
into the pounding crotch of Officer Moore. A calculated arch of
her back forced her pussy to rub at Moore's erection making her
tighter and much wetter. She closed her eyes and moaned deeply,
heaving her chest. In almost a Pavlovian response Moore wasted no
time in further unzipping her leather jacket and squeezing Louisa's
taught nipples. Louisa moaned and arched her back further as his
rough pinching and biting of her breasts inflamed her moist cunt.
'You like it bitch you like my dick fucking you. You're enjoying
a real man's cock giving it to you hard.'
Unable to talk Louisa just nodded furiously with wide open eyes
that implied 'oh yes big boy!' It had the desired effect. Moore
immediately ungagged her. Louisa responded by playfully nibbling
at his hands as he withdrew the gloves.
'Oh yes oh yes I've wanted your dick ever since I saw you at the
Pump. I didn't think you noticed me. You must have so many women
to fuck. You fuck me so well.'
Louisa combined her sultry fuck talk with expert movements of her
body. Her thighs gripped Moore's pelvis as he slid his length inside
of her. She held him deep within herself and let her well trained
pussy muscles suck confidently at his penis as if trying to lengthen
it further, making it go deeper and deeper. She arched her back,
lifting her bottom off of the vinyl of the seat to follow the motion
of Moore's cock as he reversed his stroke, thereby making him rush
all the quicker down into the abyss of his impending orgasm. Relentlessly,
Louisa's pussy chased his hardness until it had no place to hide
from her sexual onslaught.'
'Ahhh Ohh ahhh.'
It had taken Moore just a few minutes to come like a gushing oil
well. He wasn't used to this kind of sex. He'd often imagined fucking
one of the Pump waitresses especially when his wife just lay in
bed with her legs open and stared at the ceiling while he did his
best to maintain an erection. There had been many times that thoughts
of fucking those long legged waitresses had brought him to wank
off inside his boring wife, but now faced with the real thing he'd
lost all semblance of control. And like the stereotypical male that
he was he immediately rolled off of Louisa and began to pull up
his pants. Louisa intervened.
'That was great. I haven't been fucked like that in weeks. Don't
stop I want more.'
'I should get back to duty they'll be wondering.'
Louisa knew it was just an excuse because Moore couldn't get it
up again so quickly. She thought rapidly.
'You know what I want. I want you to fuck me with your big black
stick. Take that truncheon and do it to me Norman fuck me with that
big stick of yours.'
Norman Moore thought he'd died and gone to porno movie heaven. Here
was an extremely seductive long legged stocking clad mini skirted
hard nippled blonde haired high heeled feisty bitch of a woman handcuffed
and spreadeagled in the back of his police cruiser wanting to be
fucked with his truncheon. This was too good to be true.
In a way it was.
But Officer Norman Moore wasn't thinking too clearly as he slid
the polished black wood of his truncheon into Louisa's wet pussy.
'That feels so good Norman it feels so good to have that stick up
my cunt along with your spunk. Fuck me with big black stick in and
out. Your dick was better but this is so good and hard, and black,
and shiny and ohhh'
Norman didn't know what to say. He just complied and watched in
awe as Louisa squeezed her thighs around the stick and bucked violently
on the hardened plastic of the cruiser seat. She added to Norman's
thrustings with her own urgent pounding, forcing the stick deeper
and deeper.
'Squeeze my titties, Norman squeeze my tits hard damn you harder.'
Louisa was well and truly enjoying this part of her plan. Norman
may have been incompetent in bed, but he was perfectly capable of
following even these most rudimentary of instructions. And even
though Louisa was technically in somewhat of a submissive position,
it was clear to her that she had Norman exactly where she wanted
him.
'Press the stick up and onto my clit rub it there around and around
oh that's it grind it in to me there there don't stop pinch my tits
ahhh.'
Louisa slumped in a satisfied manner against the car seat as her
orgasm subsided. Now she could finish her plan. After a few moments
she looked over at Officer Norman Moore and noticed that her writhings
and talk had achieved the desired result. His penis was large, angry
and erect. Now she moved in for the kill.
'I'll give you the kind of blow job that makes most men weep. I
can suck your brains right out of your dick, Norman.'
Louisa added the 'Norman' slowly almost like a mother talking to
a small child.
'Now just undo my arms and legs get down on the seat and I'm going
to send you to cock heaven.'
Norman complied with a speed that betrayed his desires. He had no
way of knowing what was in store for him. Louisa was not stretching
the truth one little bit in her descriptions of her talents. What
she could do with her pussy she could likewise do with her mouth.
She began slowly at first, using her nails to lightly caress the
base of Norman's cock, teasing the hairs with her fingertips, pulling
at the throbbing skin whilst licking long lashing strokes of her
tongue up and down the shaft. Her lipstick acted like some kind
of sealant between her lips and Officer Moore's cockskin. The harder
she sucked the harder he became to a point where it felt as if his
cock would explode with a volcano of sperm. She used her teeth to
nibble gently at his sensitised head as if it was some delicate,
tangy tropical fruit. Cooperating with her willing lips, her long
red nailed fingers gently squeezed Norman's cock, and in long slow
strokes that exactly opposed the sucking of her mouth, masturbated
his throbbing penis to the brink of destruction.
Norman Moore was not at this point human. He was convinced he was
nothing but a huge dick. He had no arms, no legs, no head just a
huge big dick whose only purpose was to come and come and come some
more. His whole body was on automatic.
It was not surprising then that he didn't quite feel Louisa slip
a handcuff over his wrist and around the window frame. He didn't
even recognise the sensation of metal on skin as she did likewise
to the other arm. And he just felt that she was stroking his legs
as she fastened his ankles to the opposite window frame. She continued
her ministrations bringing him many times to the brink of orgasm
in a manner designed to destroy what little brains cells remained
unscathed of rampant desire.
And then she stopped.
It took Officer Moore quite some minutes to acknowledge his predicament.
When he came to his full senses and committed the obligatory wrenching
of his bonds Louisa couldn't help but laugh.
'How's it feel big boy?'
'You fucking bitch let me out of here do you know the trouble you'll
be in.'
'Let's not talk about how much trouble I'm going to be in with you
in that position Officer Norman Moore. What would the Chief say?
What would the wife say? So let's not talk about how much trouble
I'm going to be in.'
Louisa twiddled with the truncheon that had most recently spent
quite sometime being intimate with her. One end was still soaked
with her juices. The aroma was intoxicatingly erotic.
'Hmmm smells good wanna a sniff?'
Louisa stuck the stick under the distressed Officer's nose. He shook
his head from side to side to try and avoid smelling the fruits
of his labors.
'You've got two choices Norman. Either you suck on this stick or
I make you suck on your gun. Which is it going to be big boy? Name
your poison.'
Norman looked horrified at Louisa. She was twiddling his trusty
.357 magnum around her fingers like a gun slinger of old. He hoped
to God she hadn't taken the safety off. Norman didn't want to die
like this.
'Come on spit it out which do you want to suck on?'
'The stick.'
'Come on louder I can't hear you.'
'The stick.'
'Good choice it tastes better.'
Louisa forced the truncheon into Norman's mouth making him gag.
'What's the matter Norman never sucked a cock before?'
Norman coughed and spluttered. He hoped desperately that this nightmare
was going to end soon.
'Lick it good Norman. Get it good and wet it has to be really wet.'
Norman slurped on the stick tasting Louisa's juices at the back
of his throat.
'Well look at that Norman you like giving head. Your dick is all
hard.'
Louisa flicked sharply at Norman's cock. It slapped back at his
stomach.
'Well I think that's wet enough you can stop now.'
Louisa pulled out the saliva covered truncheon and examined it closely.
'You know Norman you are an asshole. You thought you could rape
me and teach me a big lesson about how to behave with the big boys.
Well let me tell you Norman I've played with bigger boys than you
you ain't even in my league. You're just an asshole and you know
judging by how hard you got sucking on that stick maybe your gay,
Norman. Are you? Are you a fag? Not sure well there's one sure way
to find out if you are.'
And with a swiftness that gave Norman no time to contemplate his
fate Louisa took the truncheon and rammed it full force into Officer
Norman Moore's asshole.
Norman Moore let out a scream worthy of Henry II's hot poker induced
death bed ejaculation. Norman was still whimpering as Louisa got
out of the car and headed to her awaiting Mustang. She straightened
her clothes in quite a business like fashion, and hesitated before
getting in her car. She'd planned on letting the electronics workers
find Norman tomorrow morning, but she suddenly had a much better
more wicked idea. The bastard deserved it...
Walking back to the police cruiser she peered in to see Norman grimacing
in pain as he tried desperately not to drive the truncheon deeper
into his violated anus. He whimpered at her in a sorry attempt at
eliciting compassion. Louisa was not in the mood. She picked up
the car's radio headset and depressed the talk switch.
'Car 774 Officer down repeat car 774 Officer down.'
She turned off the microphone and stared into Norman's horrified
face. Having just delivered the universal police code for officer
in distress, the area would be swarming with police, ambulance and
press in minutes. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology developed
in the very buildings surrounding the Pumping Station, the emergency
call would be easily traced to the parking lot location. She didn't
have much time to lose.
'See ya Norman it was fun we'll have to do it again sometime.'
Norman just groaned and closed his eyes in utter humiliation.
It was time to go home. Tonight Louisa would sleep well. She couldn't
help but laugh at what had transpired. She'd had a lousy night at
work and assaulted a police officer and technically was raped as
a consequence. But she didn't quite see it that way. And somehow,
she smiled, neither did Officer Norman Moore.
As Louisa steered the Mustang away from the parking lot and into
the Silicon Valley night, her hysterical laughter mingled with the
distant wail of the many sirens rushing to Norman's aid.
It was not music to Norman's ears...
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