Chapter 2
"Do you think Joe will like this?"
Robyn examined the scanty article Melissa dangled before her. A second later, the see-through crotchless panties registered. "It'll receive tremendous attention."
"That's what I was hoping." A smile rounded her lips. "I think I'll wear it tonight. He's on duty all day and will expect something special."
Robyn regarded the price tag. That extensive garment would undergo rough treatment when she showed it to Joe. The men exhibited little respect for costly frills. They ripped the clothes from their bodies in the heat of passion. The girls learned to replace, rather than mend, and refrained from growing fond of any item in their wardrobe. They never scrutinized extravagances. The men demanded they wear sexy things-the less material, the better.
Shopping-or replenishing, as some viewed it-was a time to regroup. The late night hours held a separate meaning for Police Babes. They were on call at two or three in the morning, running off to strange motels or having the men stop by their place. Occasionally, the men wanted to see them alone, or in pairs. The girls learned to put off their beauty sleep until dawn and ran errands late in the afternoon. Those errands involved restocking items-food and beverages favored by the men, or adding naughty apparel to their wardrobe. If a garment got damaged during playtime, a Police Babe shrugged it off as the cost of keeping her man happy.
One cardinal rule the men imposed on them was that the girls were forbidden to be intimate with an outsider. In an age where unprotected sex entailed risk, the men wished to preserve the health of their clique.
Melissa, Robyn and the others accepted those prerequisites. Becoming a Police Babe, they saw an improvement to their lifestyles. They were accorded many privileges they wouldn't normally have. Punching a clock at a nine-to-five job was no longer necessary. They were required to look gorgeous and perform when needed. Other than that, they enjoyed total freedom.
After the cashier rang up their sales, they stopped for a cup of coffee. People swarmed the mall. Robyn gazed at the women strolling with their bags. Many either appeared content with their purchases or glowed from fulfillment with their men. The younger ones provoked different impressions. They didn't have set boyfriends and-likely dated several. Robyn missed the variety. The men in their group certainly pleased her, yet the chase and conquest were gone.
"Have you ever wished you were someplace else?" Robyn dreamily asked.
Melissa sipped her chocolate-flavored coffee. "What do you mean?"
"In another life."
Anticipating her evening with Joe, Melissa shook her head. "Never. I like the current arrangement."
"Wouldn't it be fun having a new man, discovering what turns him on?"
Melissa shrugged. "Finding ways of thrilling the ones we have keep me busy. Cops make excellent lovers. They have such sexy minds. Besides, it's comforting to be with guys we can explore every erotic possibility with and not worry. It's a strange world out there."
Robyn eyed a six-foot-plus blond-haired stud as he rounded the corner. He gave her a second and third glance before disappearing into a store. "It's not that strange."
Melissa studied her carefully. "Are you tiring of the present structure?"
Robyn swiftly recovered. "Of course not.
Occasionally, I have.. .cravings. I believe it's normal to check out the local talent for comparison purposes."
"The men keep themselves in shape. They work out. They pamper us. What more could you possibly want?"
Robyn sighed, then climbed to her feet. "You're right. Let's drop it. I was merely indulging my imagine. Can we stop at that music store down the way? There are a few CDs I wanted to buy."
"Sure."
Melissa skeptically regarded Robyn. Her remarks prompted concern. The men were intolerant of transgressions. She prayed, for Robyn's sake, that she wasn't contemplating one.
The music store had marked down its entire inventory. Melissa, instantly drawn to the bins, began searching for titles she wanted to add to her collection. Robyn appeared similarly enthralled with the bargains. She sifted through the bins with a smile. Songs of popular artists poured from the speakers, enriching their quest.
Within moments, Melissa forgot their disturbing conversation. Other people entered the store, gleaning desired merchandise. A few slipped into curtained booths, where microphones and audio equipment permitted listening enjoyment prior to purchasing an item.
The salesmen, conceivably in their early twenties, dressed casually. Melissa noted the T-shirts bearing the store's logo and the knee-length shorts worn. She dismissed the young man who stopped and asked if she required assistance. He, like his co-workers, looked like they wanted to score some easy pussy.
Having donned a tight T-shirt and a pair of formfitting shorts, Melissa could understand his fascination. Her big, jutting tits mesmerized him. She smiled politely, but offered no encouragement. She never took men not of her intimate circle seriously.
She glanced at Robyn. A tall, dark-haired guy with a ponytail approached her. She was extended similar customer treatment. Un-like Melissa, she took him up on his bid to find the music she favored. Robyn warmed to his closeness. She observed the color in her cheeks and the gaiety in her expression. Melissa perceived a hungriness in her demeanor. The salesman responded to her frequent smirking. Their bodies brushed several times.
A few minutes later, Melissa returned her attention to the rows of CDs. Robyn was a big girl and knew what was expected of her. Melissa couldn't fret over her penchant for flirting.
The rhythmic thump of a rap tune lured her into a carefree mood. Melissa swayed while going through the plastic cases, making her selections. Time leisurely passed.
When Melissa had exhausted the section, she scanned the store for Robyn. She found no sign of her down any of the aisles. The curvaceous brunette had vanished, along with that hunky sales guy. She bit her bottom lip as the implication registered.
Automatically, Melissa whirled around and stared at the curtained booths in back. All appeared occupied. She peeked behind the first and saw a young girl with headphones obliviously mouthing the lyrics and dancing. In the next, a similarly equipped black man enjoyed some upbeat rap music.
The third booth caused Melissa's pulse to race. The tall, pony-tailed salesman leaned against the back wall while cupping Robyn's head and steering her face to his groin. His shorts were piled around his hairy ankles. Swaying, he thrust at her mouth. Melissa heard the faint sucking and licking noises that accompanied his urgent thrusts. The guy's mouth was slack, sometimes twisting to reflect his apparent bliss. He barely contained his satisfied groan.
Oh, Robyn! Melissa silently agonized.
From the moment they were welcomed into their exclusive fold, the men specified that sex with strangers was not permissible. To ensure compliance, both frequently submitted to testing. Although the strapping young male with his cock in Robyn's mouth hardly seemed a health hazzard, she'd nonetheless violated the rule.
Melissa's initial impulse was to drag Robyn out of there and harshly reprimand her. She deemed her disobedience a slap in the face to the men. Robyn liked the entitlements bestowed a Police Babe, yet wanted more.
As the guy lurched in front of Robyn, responding to the flicker of her tongue and swoop of her lips, Melissa postponed her argument. She guessed he was twenty or twenty-one, in the last year of college. His employment at the music store was solely for the summer. Neither he, nor Robyn, was aware of her surveillance. He solemnly digested Robyn's activities. When she pulled back, Melissa saw the slender shaft protrude from her mouth. Long and narrow, denotative of the young man's figure.
Melissa grew warm, studying Robyn's involvement with that cock. Robyn was indisputably an oral expert. The men loved her blow jobs. She obtained pleasure from running her tongue all over it, then popping the bubbles with her lips.
Melissa was familiar with the size and shape of the men. Seeing one different brought a titillating jolt. Her pussy tightened from the forbidden thrill. Although she acknowledged what Robyn had done was wrong, it nonetheless turned her on.
Breathlessly, she watched.
Robyn lashed that solid knob, leaving a frothy trail. She circled the cum slit, then ladled the stray drops of goo that promptly emerged. Fiercely beating, he relished her imaginative whips.
His name was Lennie, as shown on the plate affixed to his shirt. Robyn did not need additional information. She only sought his manliness. He reacted to the electrical stream her roaming fingers generated. After grazing him with her breasts, she perceived his flaring lust. She could not keep her hands to herself, nor could he. That vexing horniness seized her.
Getting seduced by a customer probably made his day.
Lennie watched her slurp his cockhead. Her tongue danced capriciously around its aggravated center, spreading foamy moisture. Her warm breath fluttered over the bubbly accumulation. He shivered when her foamy spit dribbled down his dick.
Robyn traced the heavy rim, collecting some of her lather. Her artistic whips occasioned a string of gasps. She could feel his guttural joy with each shivering pass of her tongue. Clasping her head, he guided her to the areas for enhanced focus.
She moistened the length of his cock and its scope of veins. The main one, running from his bloated crown to his taut sac, experienced her tormenting wriggle. She centered on it, delivering one agonizing lick after another. Her succession of mind-bending slurps increased his rigidity. At full extension, the skin of his cock was taut.
Robyn zeroed in on his balls. She could scarcely resist that tight pouch. Her tongue lingered over its velvety skin while lashing him into a frenzy.
Lennie clenched his fists, then gripped her skull. He mouthed the words, "That feels good," while handling the rush. She passionately stroked his balls. His chest condensed, then expanded. He fought to take air into his lungs. "Oh, yeah," he finally whispered, totally exhilarated.
Robyn's lips moved forward, engulfing him in her drenching heat. Her fingers wove through his dark pubes, then up his trembling stomach. Around his equipment she swirled, savoring her exploration of a new body. His male salt pleased her taste buds. She slapped more spit over his balls, soaking them. She was wise to the joy a man reaped when that section was caressed.
She briefly wondered if he had a girlfriend and whether she licked them, too. Judging from his abandonment, she gathered Lennie rarely received that kind of attention.
Robyn sighed. Lennie left her hot and bothered. He was definitely the sort of guy she liked throwing against a wall and fucking.
She suffered not one regrettable moment. Her infidelity to the group wasn't given extensive thought. She just cheated a little. For the moment, she was drawn into Lennie's orbit and enjoyed the expedition.
Having bathed his balls in hot saliva, her lips found their way back to his cockhead. His dick, stretched high, looked ready for another bout.
Lennie eased himself into her mouth. His chest expanded as she latched herself to him. Lazily, she glided to his base. Those green pupils locked on him while she swallowed his cock. His jaw dropped as he throbbed in her baking warmth. The suction that followed curled his toes.
"Yes," he gasped, his eyes rolling into their whites.
Lennie filled Robyn's face with his hard, thriving shaft. He groaned as she stroked him. Her sinuous tip played with his large vein. Her hands, enveloping his buns, caressed him. The rotations of her thumbs drove him wild. Her slippery clasp amplified those sensations. Back and forth she swept, steadily pulling On him. He disappeared in that red ring and reemerged, saliva-slick. Her lipstick smeared his cock.
Swinging his hips, he slapped her chin with his balls. She took him in dizzying mouthfuls. Her bottom lip rubbed the pulsing vein of his underside while he jammed her throat.
"Yeah," he gasped, pumping her face. Her fingers tightened around his ass. She fondled his buns while sucking him, trying to make him cum. He knew he couldn't stall in the listening booth forever, and briefly dreaded the scolding by his boss that lay ahead. Robyn's cohesive wrap dispelled that cloud of concern.
Yeah, he thought, pressing himself firmly to her face. It was all her idea. She wanted to blow him. He didn't possess the will to defy those hungry lips.
Robyn had his quaking butt in her hands. Up and down the backs of his bristly thighs she whisked. The twirl of her thumbs provoked his thrust. Her lips closed around his sliding cock. In and out he yawned, demanding all the room she could afford him.
"Jesus," he muttered, driving into her throat. "Oh, yeah. Keep going. Stay on it."
Her wrenching suck ordered him to cum. Lennie could not resist her invitation. Her stirring touch and juicy clasp overpowered him. Gripping her head, he pumped her face. 'Take it," he groaned. His balls struck her chin as he finished. "Oh, yeah."
Robyn drank his jism. Lennie, gyrating his hips, creamed heavily in her mouth. Using her lips and tongue, she milked him of the burden he carried. She raked those quivering buns with her nails until they ceased jerking.
Her eyes flashed at Melissa through the slit of the curtain. Robyn slowly detached herself. Saliva bridged from her lips to the tip of his cock. Lennie, groaning, slumped against the wall.
"Stay here," she whispered after rising to her feet. "Get yourself together before you walk out."
Weakly, he nodded. He'd never been blown like that. She left him thoroughly disheveled.
Robyn departed the booth without looking at Melissa. She sensed the flak she was about to receive. At least Melissa waited until they threw their bags in the trunk and got into the car before letting her have it.
"What's gotten into you?" Melissa blasted her. "You ought to know better than to pull a stunt like that."
Robyn refused to feel bad about it. "Frankly, I thought it was fun."
"I doubt the men will agree after they learn about it."
"You're not going to tattle on me, are you?"
"I should," Melissa fumed, inserting her key into the ignition. "You were being totally irresponsible."
"Relax, honey. It was a mad impulse. I doubt it will happen again."
Melissa sighed. "You shouldn't play games like that. It could get you in a lot of trouble."
Robyn gently caressed her shoulder. "You're right. It was absolutely dumb. Let's forget about it."
Although she wanted to believe otherwise, Melissa sensed Robyn's apology was insincere. She sank back in her seat and lapsed into what appeared a dreamy reverie for the duration of the drive.