Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... right?"

Cassie did play some games, but she wasn't convinced. "I don't know Renee." She said, "I don't think it is that easy to make money doing that kind of thing."

"Nonsense." Said Renee with finality, "You never know until you try. I'll send over the webcam and headset and I'll even set up an account for you. Just try it out and see what happens. You are a cute young girl, I think you could be really popular."

Cassie still wasn't sure, but she had to admit that there was no harm in trying. "Thanks, Renee." She said warmly. It felt nice to have such a great friend.

"Don't mention it!" Said Renee. Then a thoughtful look crossed her face. "You know, why don't I send you a little something extra as well? You've been too stressed lately. I have a little supplement that I take in order to calm my nerves. You should try it!"

Cassie looked uncomfortable. "Umm, I don't know Renee. Do you mean, like, drugs?" the last word was a scandalized whisper.

Renee giggled. "Jesus Christ, Kissy! You're such a little good girl. I'm not trying to get you hooked on hard drugs, dummy! It's just a little herbal supplement I take to help me relax. It's totally legal."

"I don't know..." repeated Cassie again, her eyebrows drawn together, frowning in disapproval.

Renee rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Kissy. Tell you what, I'll send some over. You can decide if you want to try it. I'm just trying to look out for you. God."

Cassie frowned, but to Renee's delight, shrugged ...

... uncomfortably, agreeing to accept the herbal supplement from her new best friend.

...

It couldn't have been more than ten minutes from the time when the police chief left Gina alone to when the other officer entered, but to Gina, it felt like an eternity. her mind raced frantically as she paced the small room.

Clearly, the police chief had made a snap judgment about her based on her appearance. It wasn't a good start, but the facts were on her side. All she had to do now was project an air of dignity and not allow herself to be treated like a whore anymore.

She was a proud, capable woman. This would be easy. She just had to insist that she no longer be treated like a cheap hooker.

Once again, Gina pulled on the bottom hem of her stretchy, soiled dress. She checked her appearance in the one-way mirror on the wall. Gina doubted that the other side of the glass would have anyone there for the routine booking of a suspected streetwalker. Which was lucky for her, because she still looked like a nasty slut.

Gina jumped slightly as the door clicked open and a female officer a little younger than herself stepped into the room, already snapping on a pair of blue latex gloves.

Gina drew herself up into a posture of affronted dignity, trying her best to project the truth that she was an upstanding woman who had been caught in a misleading situation.

The female cop gave her an unimpressed smirk as she drew forward. "Your name, Miss?" she asked sharply.

Gina focused all ...