Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

Cross Contamination Chapter 9: Checkmate.

Gina looked at herself in the rearview mirror again.

She still looked like a mess.

Luckily, Gina had thrown the silver minidress that Victor gave her in the car on her way to their meeting. It was still dirty from the night she had worn it, smelling faintly of Victor's sweat and cologne. Gina had been planning to give the dress back to Victor, but now she was wearing it. She wriggled her hips to try to force the dress to cover more of her thighs.

It was better than being naked, but not by much.

Gina had used the two emergency wet wipes at the bottom of her purse to clean the cum off of her face at least. She had done her best with the thick, sticky sperm on the rest of her body, but there was only so much two wet wipes could do when faced with Victor's massive load. By the end, she was just smearing the sticky filth around her skin with the dirty wipes.

With the clarity that came after an orgasm, Gina could see how she had been played. Victor had built up her arousal, gave her the cold shoulder for a week, and then exploited her vulnerable state.

One thing was certain, she was dealing with a master manipulator. But Victor had overplayed his hand this time. Gina knew the law better than anyone, and clear-cut blackmail wasn't something you could just wave away. Victor might have good lawyers, but Gina knew the best of the best as well. She would greatly prefer this contest of wills to be transferred to the courts: ...

... her home territory.

There wasn't any time to waste. Gina had to make a police report immediately. She could have gone home, changed, and showered... But she wasn't ready to talk to Daren yet. Just thinking about him started a dark storm of guilt and sadness in her heart. She couldn't go home looking and smelling like she did. Maybe when she finished at the police station, she would stay overnight with a friend, just to give her enough time to get her body and mind back to normal before facing her husband.

She didn't admit to herself that smoldering anger also factored into her decision to go straight to the police station. Gina had always had a temper, and sometimes it made her act a little rashly.

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"Let me get this straight." Said the old, gruff-looking police chief sarcastically, "You agreed to sexually service Mr. Victor Cross."

"Yes." Said Gina nervously. This wasn't going as she had hoped. When she had asked for help at the front desk, the officer there had leered at her like she was a piece of meat. It wasn't until she had mentioned Victor's name that he seemed to pay attention at all. Now she was sitting in front of the chief of police himself, explaining herself like a tongue-tied schoolgirl in the principal's office.

"And in return, he promised you money." Continued the fat, unsympathetic chief behind the desk.

"No. I mean, yes." Said Gina, tripping over her words, "It's more complicated than that! It was more like special benefits than money. ...