Whiskey Club Ch. 01

"Go ahead and set that there, my dear," Nikki instructed.

My dear... I thought as I placed the grocery bag of chips on the kitchen counter. Everything about this visit to my field training officer's house felt off, but now it felt very wrong.

"Okay," I said and began to empty the bags of chips and bottles of soda from the paper grocery bags. I had already marveled at her impressive whiskey bar in her living room on my way in. There must have been a hundred bottles organized on the heavy oak bar against the wall. It made sense. Nikki always talked about whiskey at work and this was where they held the weekly Whiskey club meetings. I had always been more of a wine girl.

Nikki came out from the hallway and stepped into the kitchen, giving me pause. If the vibe of Nikki's house didn't confirm my worries, then Nikki's appearance sure did.

I had always known Nikki was gorgeous, especially as a middle-aged woman, but this was the first time I had seen her outside of a police officer uniform. She wore a white blouse buttoned just high enough to keep her nipples from being exposed. Her brunette hair was recently done, and it dusted her shoulders as she walked, and her black skirt wisped in the air with every step. While Nikki had always been alluring as my immediate supervision on the force and the woman I shared a patrol car with, now she was all-consuming of my attention.

"Um, wow, you look, um, nice," I said, trying to find the right word that was professional and yet complimentary.

Nikki's red lips smiled condescendingly, "Nice, just nice?"

I shied away, looking down at what my hands were doing as I tucked a loose strand of my blonde hair behind my ear, "Well, you look very pretty," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks warm.

"Hm, well, thank you," Nikki said, stepping into the kitchen as she sipped at her whiskey drink. Her high heels clacked with every step.

"H-How long until everyone arrives?" I asked.

Nikki looked at her microwave and saw it was quarter to eight at night. "Anytime now," she said, taking a final sip before setting the glass down.

Nervous didn't begin to describe how I was feeling. While I wasn't staying for the entirety of this Whiskey Club meeting as I was not a member, I was about to do a meet and greet with many of its members, who ranked among them some of the most powerful women in Indianapolis. This included the lieutenant mayor, the chief of police, a congresswoman, and several other rich women who I'm sure had more connections than I could fathom. I, after all, was just a twenty-one-year-old girl, fresh out of the police academy, and barely have been a cop for two months now.

I intended to make my career on the merits of my work. However, Nikki advised me that getting anywhere in life is more about who you know rather than what you know, so I begrudgingly took her up on her offer for this little meet and greet. If nothing else, in the coming years, when I put in for a promotion, perhaps the chief will remember my name, and it will grease the wheels a bit.

"You look quite lovely as well," Nikki said as she clacked around the kitchen island. It was a beautiful kitchen Nikki had--really a beautiful house. Just outside of the city, the house looked about average on the outside except for the well-landscaped back and front lawns, but inside, everything was freshly decorated and modern. The walls, cabinets, and furniture were a wash of whites, grays, and blacks like they had been staged by a professional just a week prior. Her stainless steel appliances glistened as if they were meticulously cleaned daily.

I knew Nikki worked a lot of overtime, but I didn't think she worked this much over time...

"Thanks," I giggled uncomfortably, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I continued fidgeting with the grocery items on the counter. I wore a simple cream-colored blouse and a nice pair of jeans, which looked somewhat professional yet casual. My blonde hair was up in a bun, and I wore modest gold hoop earrings to accentuate my neckline.

Nikki looked me up and down like I was a meal to be had. I knew she was interested in me as soon as I set foot in her patrol car and learned I was a lesbian, but I was not about to begin my career by sleeping with my coworkers, especially not my supervisors! No, I was going to do this right.

"Don't tell me you got all dressed up just for this?" Nikki asked, stepping closer.

I smiled, "No, well, sorta. I'm meeting some friends at a bar later tonight."

"Oh, I see," she said as she took a step closer to me.

I shrugged my hands nervously, "But I'm not driving, though," I giggled. Nikki had always told me from day one that drunk driving ruined more cops' careers than anything else.

"Well, that's good, dear," Nikki said disinterestedly. She stepped behind me as I faced the counter, and instantly, I felt a wave of vulnerability wash over me. She was taller than me without the heels, but with them now, Nikki stood a full head higher than me. "Why are you so nervous, hun?"

Nikki asked as her hands fell on my shoulders and began to rub up and down, the pressure grew with her touch as her grip tightened. I could feel her fingers rub my collar and her thumbs massage the back of my neck.

"Um, I-I don't know, I guess just n-nervous to meet everyone," my voice quivered as Nikki's hands rubbed down my back, briefly circling my hips before working their way back up.

"Oh, I wouldn't be worried," Nikki purred, and I felt her breath behind me, "After all, I'm here to protect you..."

As she spoke, her palms slid up my sides and slipped around the front of my chest. There was no more subterfuge to be had as her firm grip groped my breasts through my top. Squeezing, lifting, circling, and mashing them together, she massaged them with increasing roughness.

"Mmm... Nikki..." I gasped and whined a high-pitched sound as she found my hard nipple through my shirt and pinched it. "Do--Do you think this is such a good i-idea ahmmm..."

Nikki lowered face into the crook of my neck and I felt her warm cheek and hot breath as she spoke. "Mmmm... this feels like a wonderful idea..."

"Ah mmmm, ah!" I groaned as her attention on my nipples grew rougher.

"I mean, you're here to make a good impression on your supervisors, right?" Nikki asked and pecked a soft kiss on my neck that sent shivers down my spine. "Ooo, what do we have down here?"

Nikki's hands slipped down my center and made short work of unbuttoning my jeans before her palm slid over my panties' face. I gasped as I felt her middle finger worm back and forth between my pussy lips and rub tantalizing pressure up and down on me. It was seconds before I had completely soaked through my panties.

"Oh--fuck!" I cried out when she started rubbing my clitoris. My hand clapped over my mouth as I gasped.

She had me trapped between her body and the kitchen counter as she took me. With a swift tug on my waistband, my jeans and panties fell to my ankles, and suddenly, I was half-naked in front of my supervisor in her kitchen.

"Mmmm... look at that ass..." Nikki hummed as her hands slapped my cheeks, more to make them jiggle than to sting. "They look even better than they do in uniform."

"Nikki, maybe we should, um," I started, but Nikki's voice over ran mine.

"Please, Nikki is for when we are in uniform, outside of uniform, how about you call me by my last name? Ms. Morgan," Nikki said, her hands rubbing back around my front where she was making fast work of unbuttoning my blouse.

"O-Okay," I gasped, looking down as my chest was exposed and Ms. Morgan's hands explored my body like she was trying to rub paint over every inch of my skin. "Ms. Morgan, they could be here at any moment. I can't be seen as--ahhhmmm!"

I yelped as Ms. Morgan's fingers clamped down on both of my nipples at the same time. Her lips were pressed in the crook of my neck as she growled with approval.

"Mmmmm... I had no idea how sensitive you were..." Ms. Morgan purred as she shook my plump breasts up and down by my nipples. I gasped and whimpered as she brought me, teetering the line between pleasure and pain. When her hand slipped back between my thighs, she began to giggle at the soaked mess that was forming between my thighs. "Oh, you naughty, naughty girl, look at this? Do you see what a mess you are?"

Ms. Morgan asked as she raised her wet, gooey hand in front of my face and opened and closed her fingers, demonstrating the viscous juices that clung to them.

"And here I thought you were just another goody two-shoes rookie," Ms. Morgan whispered in my ear before pecking a kiss behind my lobe, "Turns out you're just another slut, aren't you?"

My mind was in a panic as I saw the clock tick ahead. I kept waiting to hear the knock on the door and my career to be over. I would have said anything to keep from getting caught in that moment.

"Y-Yes... Yes, I'm a slut," I whimpered.

"Good girl..." Ms. Morgan replied. Her voice slithered over me like soft velvet. "Whose slut are you?"

"Yours--I'm your slut," I said, "but maybe we shouldn't hm--"

My words were cut short by Ms. Morgan forcing her soaking wet fingers into my mouth and pressing them down on my tongue. I hummed and whined as she slid her finger in and out of my lips as if she was fingering me. Repeating this motion with every finger until I had sucked my juices off of her entire hand, when her fingers were removed from my mouth it was to strip me naked.

With rough tugs on my shirt and pants, my supervisor stripped me naked in her kitchen. Chilled from a breeze, I wrapped my hands around my arms and felt myself shrink as I coward in plain sight.

"Look at that... you are quite the slut," Ms. Morgan marveled at the curves of my body. "Now why don't you come over here, girl. I have need of those lips..."

I turned around to see Ms. Morgan with her skirt hiked up to her naval and her trimmed pussy exposed. While I was pulled closer to her, I certainly didn't need to forced to my knees as in my aroused state I couldn't help but yearn to taste my field training officer's pussy. Between her thighs, I felt the heat of her body before I tasted her. I smelled her sweet natural aroma as my tongue sliced between her lips. Watching her eyes stare down at me and her red lips go agape as she gasped was like a drug for me. I loved hearing a woman moan as I ate them out.

"Oh, dear, baby... yes, just like that!" Ms. Morgan giggled as my tongue went from penetrating her to lapping over her clit.

It was then that we both heard the knock on the front door, followed by its opening. "Nikki? You here?"

The woman's voice carried from the living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen where we were located. I was frozen stiff as the panic went from a simmer to a boil in an instant inside me and my brain and body struggled to keep up.

"Yes, dear, I'm in the kitchen," Ms. Morgan said with a smile angled down at my naked body. In a blur of speed, I looked around for my clothes but couldn't see where Ms. Morgan had moved them to. I was about to explode to my feet and look for a place to run and hide, but Ms. Morgan caught my shoulder and the back of my neck, keeping me on my knees. The newcomer's footsteps grew louder, and I entered the hallway as I had a panic attack. "Cassandra? Would you be a dear and stay in the living room? I've got a bit of a mess here I'm still cleaning up," Ms. Morgan said as she rubbed her free hand over her pussy lips while staring at me.

The footsteps stopped just around the corner before retreating back into the living room. "Oh, sure, I'll get everything set up in here," Cassandra said.

"Very good dear," Ms. Morgan said with a wicked smile that overwrote the sheer terror in my expression as she pulled my lips back to her pussy.

Cassandra Smith was the lieutenant Mayor of Indianapolis and one of the most influential people in the city. To say that she could end my career in a heartbeat was an understatement--both of our careers! And yet, there was a wild hunger in Ms. Morgan's eyes as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips around her clitoris.

What is she doing? Does she want to get caught? Does she want us to get fired!?

"That's a--hmm--that's a good idea," Ms. Morgan panted as she worked her hips forward and back on my face like I was a pillow for her to hump. "The others should be here shortly."

"Yeah, that's right," Cassandra yelled back as I heard her move things around in the living room. "Did you get Tonya's message? She's running late, so we might have to start without her."

"Ohhhh..." Ms. Morgan gasped; her response sounded a bit more than like a moan, though as she squinted her eyes and her breath quickened. "That's t-too bad. Oh, well... God..." she whispered at the end.

"Yes, too bad indeed. You sure you don't need a hand in there?" Cassandra asked suspiciously.

My brow furrowed and my eyes begged for a reprieve as Ms. Morgan's soaked pussy glided up and down on my face. My tongue was flicking against her clitoris repeatedly as my lips tried to envelope her. Her fist grabbed a handful of my blonde hair to hold my head in place between her thick creamy thighs. From my angle, I could see the pleasure written on Ms. Morgan's face as she bounced on my face. Her luscious breasts bounced inside her blouse, nearly falling out with every hump.

"N-no... I'm fine..." Ms. Morgan replied, but her strained voice did not sound fine.

"Oh, look who it is!" Cassandra announced. "Erin's here!"

"Oh, good God--yes..." Ms. Morgan gasped just as I heard the front door open and a series of greetings be made between women. I tried to beg with my eyes on Ms. Morgan's eyes, but my pleas went unanswered.

"Hey, Erin," Cassandra sang. "Nikki is in the kitchen. She asked for us to stay out here while she cleans a mess or something."

"Oh, alright, sure," the lady said.

Erin Setterman was a congresswoman for the United States of America. Someone who could ruin my career and demolish my personal life and any secondary job as well. Another woman arrived that I didn't know but was sure was someone rich and powerful. It had become apparent to me that no matter who entered Ms. Morgan's house, she wasn't going to release me until she came. Understanding this, I committed to making this happen as fast as humanly possible.

My hands raised and wrapped around Ms. Morgan's hips, locking my lips on her dripping clit. As my left hand squeezed her ass cheek, my right slid around her smooth thigh and slipped two fingers inside of her pussy. Her juices instantly dripped down my fingers and past my wrist as I thrust inside her. The older woman cupped a hand over her mouth as her moans became louder. Her other hand groped her breasts through her top. She was shaking so much I struggled to keep my lips locked on her clit as she bounced.

Ms. Morgan's guests were more numerous, talking loudly, and even turned on a speaker that was playing music, which covered most of the moans she let escape along with the wet gushing sounds as my face slid across her dripping lips.

"Oh, fuck yes--fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Ms. Morgan moaned as quietly as she could manage.

I used my entire arm to finger fuck her. My two fingers slammed in and out of her as my tongue abused her throbbing nub of a clit. It was when my left hand that was rubbing over her ass cheeks slipped between her a cheeks and began reaming her anus that Ms. Morgan began to cum.

"Oh Jesus fuck God!" she whined into the back of her hand as her pussy and asshole began to tighten and open. Ms. Morgan's eyes squinted and rolled backward as her hands clutched the back of my head, locking my lips to her pulsating pussy. "Cumming, cumming--oh, god!"

There were three short squirts that drenched my lips and soaked down my arm as my fingers stuffed her.

"Nikki?" Erin's voice carried down the hall. "You okay back there?"

"Ugh, yes, yes, I'm fine," she said, wobbling, light-headed. I'll be right there."

"Okay..." Erin replied suspiciously, her voice sounding as if it was right around the corner. "Almost everyone's here. "

"Okay, Erin," Ms. Morgan replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Releasing my hair, I leaned back and wiped her juices from my lips with the back of my hand. She cupped my cheeks with her hands and bent down to plant a long, wet kiss on my lips before instructing me, "Get dressed. It's time for your meet and greet."

I stumbled into a small bathroom around the corner where my clothes were piled. After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and saw my makeup was smeared and messy and my hair was pulled about from sex. I quickly washed my face and found a brush to do my best to straighten my hair. When I came out of the bathroom, I nearly screamed in surprise as the kitchen was no longer empty but full of nearly a dozen women--powerful women. The Whiskey Club. The women were distracted by multiple conversations and laughter as the house was suddenly a loud place.

"Oh, hi there, well, don't you look gorgeous," Cassandra said, putting a hand on my shoulder as she took a step back to look at my outfit. She was the closest to the bathroom and the first to notice me. "I'm Cassandra Smith, and you are?"

"Oh, um, thank you. I'm Beth Fields. Nice to meet you," I said and went to shake her hand, but Cassandra pulled me into a hug. Her enormous breasts pressed against my chest. Cassandra was in her forties with shoulder-length blonde hair that cupped her face and a black suit and a purple blouse. The pantsuit did little to hide her large, mature breasts beneath them.

"Beth, of course, I've heard all about you," Cassandra said with a knowing smile which left me wondering what exactly she had heard about me. "Remind me before you leave, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh, okay..." I blinked in surprise. Just then, a wave went over the women as they all seemed to notice me at once and approached to make their introductions. I did my best to remember names as I was surrounded and hugged by each of them. Several women rubbed my back and touched my shoulder and waist as they complimented my clothes or figure. Nikki stood in the background, watching, smiling, and whispering to others as I met everyone.

After about fifteen minutes of small talk about my job and future plans, I slowly shuffled closer to the exit. "Well, I was just dropping off some things and wanted to say hi to everyone," I said as I waved and readied to leave.

"Uh uh," Ms. Morgan said as she stepped forward. She poured a short glass with a shot of whiskey to match what every other woman held and handed it to me. "You don't get to leave without at least having a drink with us."

Laughter broke out, and several comments I couldn't hear made the ladies giggle. I took the glass and felt myself shrinking under the gaze of these powerful women.

"To Beth, a future member of the Whiskey Club," Ms. Morgan announced.

"To Beth!" The women raised their glasses and drained them in unison. I did the same, and I was surprised at how smooth the amber liquid tasted. I usually was a wine type of girl, but this whiskey didn't have the bite it normally did.

"Wow, that's good," I said, and the women all giggled.

"Hey, we've been talking..." Ms. Morgan told me, but loud enough for the others to hear, "How about you blow off your other plans and stay here tonight? Some of the ladies would like to get to know you more."

My eyes briefly washed over the audience of women who looked at me hungrily. A nervous feeling coursed through my veins as I squeaked, "Yeah, sure. Okay..."