Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... And I was pressured!" This man had to understand! "The important part is the blackmail! Why don't you focus on that!" She said desperately.

"Right." Said the police chief, with a bemused grimace, "The thing is, Victor Cross is an upstanding community member held in high regard. And you've admitted that you don't have any proof. Who am I supposed to believe? Victor Cross? Or some hoo... er, lady such as yourself?"

"Excuse me?!?" Gina screeched in disbelief. She had never been so insulted in her whole life! What exactly was this man implying?

The Chief looked up sharply, frowning beneath his bristling mustache.

"Now, don't take that tone with me, little lady." He said sharply, standing up from his desk and showing that, despite his pot belly, he was a large and muscular man, "You come into my office, reeking of semen and booze, tits and ass barely covered. No panties by the way. And now you want to pay the injured innocent? Ridiculous. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Gina shrank, cringing from the verbal assault, trying desperately to stretch and pull the dress to cover more of her exposed body. He was right, she realized. She looked and smelled like a well-used whore. If the dress had looked slutty in a strip club at night, it was laughably inappropriate for daylight. It didn't help that her body was still coated in a layer of mixed sweat and Victor's slime. Strangely, the thought of being seen as such a dirty slut was turning her on again, making her lose ...

... some of the purpose and clarity she had regained. It reminded her of when Vicotr had tricked her into stripping at the Panther Club. Although here she had an audience of just one fat older man, her embarrassment was just as strong. What was wrong with her? She was a confident independent woman. Humiliation didn't make her horny, that was just something Victor wanted to be true. Suddenly, Gina wanted nothing more than to sneak out with her tail between her legs and regroup, but as she stood, the imposing man blocked the way.

"Oh no no no. It's too late for that now. Sorry sister, but I'm afraid that you just admitted to a serious crime. Selling your holes to strange men is called prostitution, honey. It's a big word, I know, but I think you are probably familiar with it." His voice was cruel, and he grabbed Gina's shoulder in a vice-like grip.

He began to march her down the station hallway, as passing officers glanced with a mixture of arousal and disgust at her sweaty, sticky breasts nearly popping out of the tiny dress.

"We will throw you in the drunk tank for tonight, and decide how to charge you in the morning." He said gruffly. But first, we'll need to perform a routine search." The chief marched her into a small side room.

"Someone will be with you shortly!" with a nasty grin, the police chief firmly closed the door on the wide-eyed Gina, leaving her alone with her panicked thoughts.

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Cassie slumped over her desk with red-rimmed eyes, staring into the ...