Honeytrap

Honeytrap

By Katie Kulka

Chapter One - Street Corner

Wednesday night. It was cold and dreary, but thankfully not raining. Like many nights, I'm standing on a streetcorner, under a streetlight, wearing only a white crop top that shows off my breasts, a black leather skirt, and a cropped red leather jacket that shows off my flat stomach and the tramp stamp on my lower back. My makeup is done to ensure men notice me from their cars with red, full lips and dark, smokey eyes.

I'm Lexie, a working girl in my mid 20's. It wasn't always like this, but that was ages ago now. Drugs, money problems, trouble with the law, and bad decisions on my part had conspired to put me in this position.

My hair, dyed platinum blonde to help attraction on dark nights, flowed freely as the breeze tickled my exposed skin. As always, I fought the urge to hug myself, as it was off-putting to the potential Johns. What I needed was someone to retain my services. That way I could get into a warm car and get them off. Although that only provided temporary relief and not for all that long.

I only needed two more customers for the evening and I would be able to return home. I had a bottle of tequila on the counter that I was ready to chug to get the memories of this evening's work out of my mind.

When a sedan pulled up, I put on my best smile and leaned down, exposing my cleavage as I looked in the car to find a bespectacled man, wearing a suit. Probably mid 50's receding hair, but clean cut in appearance.

"Hi babe, looking to party," I offered, before giving a subtle lick of my lips.

"How much?" he asked.

"$100. And I'll have your eyes rolling in the back of your head," I replied.

"Hop in," he replied.

Eagerly I hopped in the car, thankful for the warmth on an otherwise cold evening.

"Pull around here," I replied. "I know just the spot."

I gestured to an alleyway. It was one of four clandestine places where I could service men. While he drove, I took off my coat. The site of my breasts filling out my crop top would serve to get him off faster, which was the point.

"I'm Lexie, what's your name, Sir?" I asked in my softest voice.

"Umm, Pete," he replied, unconvincingly.

It was a fake name. Men always gave fake names. That was okay. But at least it gave me something to call him other than babe, handsome, or sir.

"Well Pete, I can't tell you how turned on and eager I am," as I reached across the console to massage his cock through his pants.

"You sure we'll be safe back here?" Pete asked.

"You're stressed, I can tell," I softly moaned in response, putting my hand on his chest. "Just lean back and I'll relieve all that stress. I just need one thing first."

"Right," Pete replied.

Pete pulled his wallet out of his pants and proceeded to count out an assortment of bills and proceeded to pass them my way. I quickly counted them, before placing them in my bra for safekeeping.

"I can't even begin to tell you how horny I am, Pete," I offered as I leaned across Pete and depressed the lever to make the seat recline. That would give me room to work and allow Pete to lean back and properly enjoy the oral delights I was eager to provide him. After smiling at Pete, I turned full attention to his pants, eager to fish his cock out of them.

Pete was already engorged and the outline of his cock was apparent as it pressed against his dress slacks. Eagerly, I pulled down his zipper and fished out his cock and balls. It was about average, a mole on the shaft, and accompanied by brown, coarse pubic hair. Nothing I hadn't seen before.

Quickly, I engulfed Pete's cock in my mouth, bobbing up and down on it with vigor. The sooner I got Pete off and swallowed his cum, the sooner I could seek out my last client of the evening.

Groans escaped Pete's lips as he squirmed under me. His cock tasted of day old sweat, as most guy's cocks did when they solicited my services.

As Pete's cock filled my mouth, I moaned on his cock while I lapped at it with my tongue. Pete was softly stroking my blonde hair with his left hand while he reached around to fondle my ass with his right hand. I didn't mind. He could get as handsy as he wanted if it helped him get off sooner.

"Fuck you're good at this," Pete crowed as he squirmed in response to my oral talents.

"Mmmm," I moaned on Pete's cock as I tenderly caressed his balls with my red fingernails.

"Oh gosh," Pete groaned as he reflexively pushed down on my head.

Easily, I accommodated Pete's member in my mouth while my lips were wrapped around the base and his coarse pubic hair was tickling my lips.

"I'm cumming," Pete groaned as he pushed down on my head.

As he came, Pete's cum first shot, then oozed into my mouth from his cock while he maintained his firm grasp on my head. If anything his grip grew tighter. Like always, I swallowed the guy's load, while Pete groaned out in pleasure.

In the wake of his orgasm, Pete relaxed his firm grasp of my head, allowing me to sit up and take a breath. Then I looked over at Pete with a smile on my face.

"That was so good, Pete," I marveled. "I love how your creamy spunk tastes."

It was actually salty and sour, but he didn't need to know that as he had paid for me to make him feel good.

"You did a great job, Lexie," Pete replied as he tucked his still engorged cock back into his pants and zipped them up.

"I got to go," I replied softly, as I arched my back toward Pete, giving him a good view of my tits. "Come see me again soon."

Umm, yeah, maybe," Pete replied.

"You be good now," I whispered, before grabbing my coat, and stepping out of the car.

One to go, I thought as I made the walk in my high-heeled boots back to my streetcorner.

Chapter Two - Indecent Proposal

As I walked back toward my spot, I got predictable looks from the few people walking the streets. They knew what I was and what I did for a living.

When a police car pulled up beside me, I just kept walking. Dressing like a slut wasn't against the law. I was just walking for all they knew. If I just kept walking maybe they would leave me alone.

Finally, after half a block of the cop car riding slowly alongside next to me, a voice called out from the passenger seat. A familiar voice.

"Is this any way to treat an old friend, Lexie?" the voice called out.

Fuck, i thought. It was Officer Ramirez. We have a history. Along with his partner, Officer Sullivan. My night had taken a sure turn for the worse.

I turned toward the car and forced a smile before replying.

"Hi Officer Ramirez, Officer Sullivan," I replied as cheerfully as I could muster.

"You look cold, why don't you get in," Officer Ramirez offered.

"I'm not cold sir," I replied.

"That wasn't an option, slut," Officer Ramirez retorted. "Get in."

I pouted in despair. The cops never had to give a reason for anything. I didn't know if they wanted something for me or just wanted to fuck with me on what I'm guessing was an otherwise slow evening for them.

"Of course, thank you for the ride," I replied, forcing another smile, before reaching out with my hand to open the back door and climb in the back seat of the car.

I scooched myself over to the center seat, sitting on the hump, so the officers could talk to me.

"Take off your coat," Officer Ramirez ordered.

I sighed before taking off my coat, revealing my busty, trim body to the cops.

"Looking good, Lexie," Officer Sullivan noted, as he pulled off, adjusting the mirror to give him a generous view of my cleavage.

"Thank you, Sir," I replied softly.

I knew I wasn't in trouble with the officers. My pimp, Carlos, paid protection to the local precinct to ensure that they didn't arrest us, so long as we stayed in our assigned areas. Our assigned areas kept us out of view of the 'upstanding citizens' to avoid complaints, but it didn't take much work for the johns to find us. There was always the risk Vice would run an operation on us, but that was just an occupational hazard. And besides, they usually had bigger fish to fry.

Quickly, Officer Sullivan exited the area where I had been working tonight and made his way down toward the docks. Features of the docks at night included solitude as all the workers had gone home and we would be free of prying eyes. It was a perfect place to conduct clandestine affairs.

"Do you know what month it is Lexie?" Officer Ramirez asked.

"October," I replied.

"I knew this one was smart," Officer Sullivan chimed in, sarcastically.

"Do you know what October means?" Officer Ramirez.

"Cold weather? Halloween? Your annual colonoscopy?" I replied, as I failed to hide my annoyance.

"Maybe not that smart," Officer Ramirez offered to his partner, before reaching back to smack me across the face.

Officer Ramirez's smack stung, but I couldn't let the cops walk all over me without at least giving something back. Even if it meant getting backhanding as a result.

"If anyone is going to get something up their ass, it's going to be you Lexie," Officer Sullivan observed.

"It means elections are about to occur in less than a month you insolent bitch," Officer Ramirez noted. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Not really," I replied.

I wasn't really in the position to follow elections. Making rent was my main priority.

"Of course you don't," Officer Ramirez replied.

That was when both officers got out of the patrol car and Officer Ramirez opened the door on my side, gesturing for me to get out. I grabbed my coat as I stepped out of the car, hoping the officers gave me a chance to put it on. Officer Ramirez grabbed my arm and guided me up against a wall, in a dark alleyway, while Officer Sullivan grabbed my coat and tossed it aside as both officers boxed me in.

Both officers flanked me, staring me down, in an attempt to intimidate me. They could do just about anything to fuck with me and get away with it. This was just another reminder to not cross them too severely.

Meanwhile, absent my coat, combined with the cold, night air, whipping wind off the river had me shivering involuntarily as goosebumps formed on my exposed arms and legs.

"What does the election have to do with me?" I asked, softly.

"One of the mayoral candidates is campaigning on the promise of cleaning up the police force," Officer Ramirez observed.

"He's saying we're corrupt and scandal ridden," Officer Sullivan noted. "But that's not true, is it Lexie?"

"No sir," I quickly replied.

"If he gets elected, then your pimp's protection ends, our lucrative money stream ends, and you're at risk of being arrested," Officer Ramirez noted.

"So you can see how this is really your problem," Officer Sullivan observed.

One hand washed the other. All the while, they got dirtier with each passing day. But it would only get me slapped or worse if I noted that.

"Yeah, sure I guess," I replied.

"If Jack Sanders is discredited, then he won't get elected, and everyone can remain happy with the status quo," Officer Ramirez noted.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Officer Sullivan asked.

"Sure," I softly replied.

"Good girl," Officer Ramirez replied. "Jack runs his campaign out of the Plaza Hotel. You're going to go there, dressed professionally, and seduce him."

"We'll bust him and arrest him for solicitation," Officer Sullivan replied.

"Then you'll give a sworn statement that he paid you $300 for sex," Officer Ramirez stated.

"That would be a lie," I pouted softly.

"Don't go growing a conscience on us now," Officer Ramirez replied.

"That is unless you want us telling Carlos that you're not a team player," Officer Sullivan replied.

If word got back to Carlos, he would cut me loose. Or worse.

"Fine, I'll do it," I replied.

"See I knew that you would be a team player," Officer Ramirez replied.

"Now we need to deal with another problem," Officer Sullivan offered.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Seeing that hot, bimbo body of yours gets us all worked up," Officer Sullivan observed, as his hand reached out to roughly fondle my breast, squeezing it like he was testing a melon for ripeness. I winced as his untrimmed fingernails squeezed my breast and threatened to pierce my skin.

"But you know how to alleviate that. Don't you?" Officer Ramirez asked as he put his hand on my shoulder and grasped tightly, while applying downward pressure.

I sighed softly as I let my legs give way, as I soon found myself on my knees on the pavement. Looking up at the officers, I could see lecherous, predatory grins on their faces. As much as they relished the pleasure that I was about to give them, even more so, I knew they took great delight knowing how easy it was for them to have me in this position.

"It's just another trick," I told myself, as Officer Sullivan took a firm grasp of my head and guided his erect cock toward my lips.

I just hoped that this would be over soon.

Chapter Three - Going Home

Two humiliating blowjobs for the boys in blue later, I was walking home. Officers Ramirez and Sullivan had each cum in my mouth after taking turns facefucking me. All the while laughing at my submission and ruining my makeup in the process.

They could have offered me a ride back to where they had picked me up, but doing something nice or considerate apparently went against their core principles. So they had peeled out of the docks, leaving me to hump it home in my slutty outfit.

My knees were scraped from kneeling on the concrete and it had gotten even colder causing me to shiver, even as I walked as fast as I could in my heeled boots. Thankfully, due to the late hour and cold temperature, not another soul was out.

I had a long walk home, which gave me time to think about the scam they wanted me to run. I didn't really care about politicians, mostly because if Jack Sanders was just or right in one area it probably meant he was corrupt or wrong in another manner. It always seemed like the local politicians were getting in trouble for something.

I would do my part, get Officers Ramirez and Sullivan off my case, and get back to work.

Maybe doing this, would show Carlos I could be trusted and I would get to work the regular clients more often versus the streets. That meant not standing outside on street corners, less chance of encountering weird clients, or getting picked up by Vice, as all the regular customers were vetted. The lesson was, when conflicted, always think about number one and ruthlessly pursue that option.

By the time I got home to my apartment, after walking for 30 minutes in my boots, I was beat and needed the warm comfort provided by my bed, my personal sanctuary. Opening the bottle of tequila on my counter, I guzzled a fair amount of the strong liquid, relieving the unfortunately familiar taste of Officer Sullivan and Ramirez's seed that was still present in my mouth.

Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes, washed my face while I actively avoided looking at my reflection in the mirror. I found my warmest hoodie and sweat pants, eager for the warmth they would provide, before climbing into bed, under the covers.

I hoped that sleep and relief from the torment of the evening would come quickly, but my brain was working overtime, thinking about the events of the evening, what the cops were coercing me to do, and their disdain for me, all while they eagerly used my body for sexual relief. Fortunately, when the tequila took effect, I felt my eyelids getting heavy as I started to doze off.

Chapter Four - Plaza Hotel

Two nights later, I was seated in the back of Officer Ramirez's personal car while Officer Sullivan was riding shotgun. I was wearing a sleeveless black dress that came down to about mid-thigh. The dress was black and I had black-thigh stockings on my legs and 4-inch pumps on my feet. My makeup was done conservatively, perfect to present a reasonably elegant image, to seduce my mark.

My knees still bore the scrapes from two nights ago, where I had reluctantly sucked off Officers Sullivan and Ramirez, but thankfully my dark pantyhose covered the markings that told the tale of two nights ago.

"I didn't know you could look classy, Lexie," Officer Ramirez observed, with a haughty smirk, as he looked me up and down.

Sullenly, I looked at Officer Ramirez, and pouted. They had to humiliate me even when I was running a job for them.

"What's the matter, slut?" Officer Sullivan asked. "Don't you respond when a man compliments you?"

These so-called officers somehow managed to degrade me even more than any of my johns ever had.

"Thank you Officer Ramirez," I replied, with a forced smile.

"Jack will be eating out of your hand, or your ass possibly," Officer Ramirez cheekily replied.

It was like I wasn't a person to them, just a pawn in their game.

"You remember the plan right?" Officer Sullivan asked.

"Jack should come down to the bar around 9. I seduce him and take him back to my hotel room after I call you on my burner home," I replied.

"You have the room key and burner phone," Officer Ramirez asked.

"Yes," I replied, pulling the room key and burner phone from my purse. I had removed everything else from my purse except for my ID in case the bartender asked for it, along with some cash.

"Here's an envelope with $300 in it," Officer Sullivan offered. "Leave it open where it can easily be found."

"I'll do that sir," I replied softly, taking the envelope and placing it in my purse.

"That's a good slut," Officer Ramirez. "Now beat it and remember we own your ass."

Despair rocked me as I stepped out of the car. I was really going to do this, be the bait in a honeytrap to entrap Jack Sanders in some sting. But I was thankful to get away from the two condescending officers.

"Just get this over with," I told myself as I walked away, knowing that the officers were staring at my ass swaying as I walked.

Slowly, I made my way into the hotel and proceeded to go to the hotel bar. I was familiar with the hotel as I had serviced clients here before, but in those cases, I simply went to the room number I was given. This was my first time going to the bar and I had to ask for directions to it before being told it was on the second floor.

I walked up the stairwell and sat at an open bar stool with seats to my left and right. With any luck, Jack would sit down next to me, eager to strike up a conversation with a pretty face after a long day.

"What would you like, miss?" the bartender asked.

"House white wine," I replied.

"Very good," the bartender replied.

I gave the bartender a $20 bill of my own money to cover the cost for the drink. After giving the bartender a nice tip, I only had $4 of it left, telling the tale of how expensive it was to drink at a fancy hotel. Which made me wonder who was funding Jack Sanders' campaign. Probably some rich asshole.

I sat there with the glass of white wine sitting in front of me in an attempt to look classy, but I wasn't actively drinking it as I wanted to remain lucid. Nor did I want to pay for another glass if I finished the one sitting in front of me before Jack arrived at the bar. As I sat here, I couldn't enunciate how awkward this felt, to be doing something for the police.

I had spent over a half-hour on my makeup earlier this evening, trying to make myself look chic and sophisticated, which was a marked departure from my usual slutty appearance.

"Is this seat taken?" a voice called out from my right.

I looked over and saw a man, middle-aged, holding a rocks glass full of brown liquor.

"I'm waiting for someone," I replied softly.

He rolled his eyes, before turning away and muttering something under his breath. It's actually too bad I wasn't working tonight, I probably could have cleaned up. But hotels as nice as the Plaza were usually adept at identifying working girls who trolled their bars for clients. I could do it a handful of times, but bartenders never forget a face and I would soon find myself banned from the hotel or scooped up by Vice when some undercover officer sat down next to me. Something I knew all too well from past experience.

I was getting bored sitting there, waiting for Jack to arrive. Finally, at 9:15, Jack Sanders arrived. He sat down, 5 seats to my right, and the bartender wasted no time in serving Jack Sanders what looked like a Manhattan to me.

Jack quickly started doing some business on his phone. It quickly became clear to me that I was going to have to approach him if anything were to happen.

As I observed Jack, I noted that his brown hair was perfectly styled without a hair out of place, even at this late hour. His eyes were soft and blue, that likely conveyed softness and trust to the voters that Jack was courting. And his suit looked expensive, probably a couple thousand dollars at least. But his left hand lacked a ring. Part of me wondered why an attractive, successful man would be single, but that only meant he would be more likely to succumb to my advances.

"It's just another trick," I told myself.

I grabbed my glass of wine and stood up. I would have to do the introductions. Thankfully, I was armed with the best wingman, flattery, that money could buy.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?" I asked softly once I got next to Jack.

Jack turned and looked at me, before looking up and down, before replying.

"Of course, dear. And who might you be?" Jack asked.

"I'm Lexie and I just wanted to say I can't wait to vote for you next month," I gushed as I softly touched his forearm. "May I sit down? Please?"

A bright smile crossed Jack's face.

"Of course Lexie, have a seat," Jack replied.

"Thank you so much, Sir," I replied.

"It's not often attractive young women are interested in politics," Jack noted.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked. "I follow it non-stop. I just thought that I would never get to meet you."

Jack slowly stroked my hair with his strong, masculine hand as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"Tell me more Lexie," Jack offered.

"This city has so much potential, but only if you're in office," I replied softly. "If not, it's going to continue to be mediocre."

Jack smiled in response to my words. He was obviously taken in by my flattery. I had learned long ago that the fastest way to earn an older man's approval was having his opinions spoon fed back to him by a pretty woman many years his junior.

"I must say you're a pleasant end to an otherwise long day," Jack replied.

It was time to make my move. I leaned in to whisper into Jack's ear.

"I have a hotel room upstairs," I offered. "Why don't we go upstairs and you can tell me some more about your plans to make the city better?"

Jack looked at me, as if he was trying to assess me.

"You go first, I'll meet you there," Jack replied.

"It's room 803, I'll see you there," I replied. Then added something extra, "Mr. Mayor."

As my hand lingered on Jack's leg, I could sense he was sporting a steel rod in his pants.

I got up from my barstool, making sure to brush my breasts on Jack's as I got up, wanting to make sure that he didn't have second thoughts about this. I made my way toward the elevator, sashaying as I walked, while tightly grasping my purse.

This was really happening, I thought as I pressed the button for the elevator.

Chapter Five - Hotel Room

I sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room, as I dialed the only saved number in the burner phone.

"Yes," the voice on the other end asked upon answering.

"I'm in the hotel room, it's on," I replied.

That was it. Whoever it was on the other end hung up. I hung up the phone and walked down the hall to the ice machine. I deposited the phone in the trash can next to it, before returning to the hotel room.

Sitting on the bed in the hotel room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Gorgeous blonde hair, pretty made up face, my tight dress featured my round, full breasts, the stockings showcased my shapely legs. The reflection staring back at me reminded me of my younger self, before I had taken to being a working girl to make ends meet.

There was a time where I had high hopes about my future, but forces both within and out of my control had conspired to place me in this position, the bait in a trap for a man who had incurred the cop's ire.

The money was on the desk, in the envelope that I had turned upside down and opened, revealing the greenbacks inside. No doubt the cops would find it upon entering the hotel room as proof of the mayoral candidate's malfeasance. I just hoped that someday Officers and Sullivan got what they deserved.

A knock at the door shook me out of my introspection and anguish.

"It's just a trick," I softly whispered to myself, once again.

But as much as I wanted to pretend this was just another trick, my body attested to my nervousness. My pulse was racing, my skin crawled, and my stomach was tied up in knots.

I got up and walked to the door, before grabbing the handle and opening it. Jack's face was painted with a look of ravenous desire, betraying his desire to fuck me, the girl who had seduced him at the bar by feeding his considerable ego.

I matched Jack's look with a bright smile.

"Please come in, Mr. Mayor," I offered, stepping aside.

"Aren't you a sight for weary eyes Lexie," Jack offered as he reached around me and firmly grabbed my ass pulling me in close to him, until my breasts were mashed up against his chest.

"You don't waste time do you," I replied whispering in his ear as my hands wrapped around his shoulders.

"You want this as much as I do," Jack replied as his hands worked their way up my back and started to unzip my dress.

"I'm so wet," I moaned in his ear as I felt Jack unzip my dress down to my pert ass.

"Turn around Lexie," Jack ordered.

I turned around as Jack pushed at my dress, causing it to fall off my shoulders and to the floor, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lingerie, thigh-highs, and heels.

Jack cupped my breasts while he ground his erect cock into my ass.

"I love a girl with a nice, round ass," Jack whispered in my ear.

"I love your big cock," I replied, grinding my ass into his cock.

"I'm going to fuck that tight little ass of yours," Jack whispered. "You're going to squeal like a bitch and love every second."

I bit my lip. Partly at Jack's crass words. But mostly because I hadn't brought lube. I hadn't anticipated getting ass fucked tonight. But maybe I could buy myself some time. The cops should be here soon, I reasoned.

"Can I suck your big cock first?" I eagerly pleaded. "Then you can bend me over and fuck me like a good little bitch."

"Now you're talking, slut," Jack replied as he moved his hand up my body until it was resting around my neck. I squirmed at Jack's fingers lingering on my neck. He wasn't squeezing, but hands around my neck always made me nervous.

Thankfully, Jack soon allowed me to turn around and sink to my knees, before him. I had been in this position countless times and I wasted no time in unbuckling his pants and pulling down Jack's pants, where his erect cock flopped out. I took a grasp of it by the base, finding it girthy and about 6 inches in length.

"Get to it, Lexie," Jack ordered, taking a grasp of my head, pulling it to the head of his erect cock.

My painted lips parted and Jack's cock took advantage, slipping in my mouth, pushing deeper until the uncut head hit the back of my throat. Jack started thrusting in and out of my mouth, grunting as he face fucked me, producing gagging noises from me as he groaned in pleasure as I stimulated his cock with my tongue.

My hands rested softly on Jack's exposed thighs as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. Finally, Jack's forceful facefucking came to an end. But that only meant he was going to fuck my unlubed ass. Where were the officers? They should be her by now.

"You liked that didn't you Lexie?" Jack asked.

"I love when powerful men take control," I replied softly, looking up at him, with eager eyes. The type men get taken in by.

"Aren't you a perfect little cumslut?" Jack observed.

"I love being a dirty cumslut," I cooed with a smirk.

Jack reminded me of Officers Sullivan and Ramirez. Men who were arrogant and looked down on the women in their lives as subservient to them. Which probably explained why none of them were married. But my response was apparently the correct response as Jack's face lit up like a christmas tree at my deference and submission to him.

"Take off that bra and panties and get up on the bed," Jack ordered, smacking his wet cock on my face. "Leave the heels and stockings on."

"Yes Sir," I replied, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. Jack helped me push it off my shoulders as I stood up and faced away from Jack. Greedily, Jack groped my tits while I grabbed either side of my thong and pushed downward, revealing my pussy that I had just shaved today.

"Get to it, slut," Jack ordered.

I walked over the bed and climbed on it, on all fours, facing the headboard, as Jack finished undressing himself and climbed in behind me, smacking my ass with a significant degree of force as he prepared to mount me.

Any sympathy that I had felt for Jack prior to tonight was long since gone. He was arrogant, selfish, and eager to fuck my unlubed ass without even considering my feelings. He thought of me as nothing more than a political groupie eager to submit to him.

Jack took a firm grasp of my hips, holding me in place as he brought his cock to my rosebud. I bit my lip and did my best to relax myself. This shouldn't take long, I reasoned. But my rationalization was cut short by the feeling of Jack's cock entering my tight hole.

"Fuck!" I cried out as Jack's cock, lubed with only my spit, pushed inside of me, stretching out my ass.

Jack groaned as he pulled out and pushed inside of me again. My ass burned as Jack bucked hard, pushing deep inside of me.

Jack grasped my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to arch my back even deeper as he continued to thrust in and out of my ass. All I could do is whimper as Jack continued to fuck me.

"You like that don't you bitch?" Jack asked as his pelvis clapped against my shapely ass once again.

Part of me did like it. Getting fucked in the ass always brought a degree of sexual pleasure. And my body always gets a bit hot and wet when a cock is present, although it was likely a Pavlovian effect at this point. Even so, I didn't want Jack to know I was responding favorably to him fucking my ass.

"You're so deep!," I cried out as I squirmed on Jack's cock.

I whimpered and squealed as Jack pummeled my ass, fucking me with all the restraint of a jackhammer, while my breasts swayed with each thrust inside of me.

"FREEZE BOTH OF YOU!" twin voices loudly cried out, deflecting my attention from the cock in my ass.

Looking over, I saw Officers Sullivan and Ramirez looking our way, weapons drawn. The officers did their best to retain a professional demeanor, but I swear I saw a slight uptick of a smirk in Officer Sullivan's mouth, amused that they barged in while I was naked, bent over, with Jack's cock deep in my ass.

Jack let go of my hair and pulled out of me as he turned to face the officers. Meanwhile, I scampered toward the headboard, eager to get away from Jack as Officers Sullivan and Ramirez approached him with drawn weapons, choosing not to holster them, as if a naked man who was previously in the throes of passion could be a threat.

"What's the meaning of this?" Jack called out as he pulled at a bedsheet to cover his erect cock. Even so, I could still see the outline of his hard member.

Meanwhile, I pulled a plush, white pillow over me, covering my modesty as much as the pillow allowed.

"We had an allegation of prostitution," Officer Sullivan observed.

"From who?" Jack angrily replied.

"Anonymous," the officer replied.

"That's bullshit," Jack seethed angrily.

"We find you balls deep in a known hooker's ass and what's this?" Officer Ramirez asked, picking up the envelope full of money.

"I've never seen that in my life," Jack replied, holding up his hands, protesting his innocence.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself young lady?" Officer Sullivan asked.

"Nope," I replied, sullenly, as I tightly clung to the pillow, as if it was my favorite stuffed animal.

This was degrading, humiliating, and I just wanted it to be over.

"Both of you get dressed and let's go," Officer Sullivan observed.

Within five minutes, I was being led out the hotel in handcuffs alongside Jack Sanders by Officers Sullivan and Ramirez. As we left the hotel, a number of the hotel guests looked upon us with both curious and shocked expressions, presumably wondering why the mayoral candidate was getting arrested and who the pretty woman half his age was.

Chapter Six - Police Station

About an hour later, I reasoned, I was seated in a windowless interrogation room, still wearing my dress, stockings, and heels. I had been here since they had brought us to the station house and processed us. Officer Sullivan had taken delight in handcuffing me to the table, saying it was for the officer's safety, which was bullshit. Meanwhile, my ass was sore and sitting on the hard, unpadded metal chair didn't help things.

This was after booking at the police station, which included another mugshot which I believe was my fourth mugshot, but I couldn't say for sure.

I wasn't sure if the cops were toying with me by making me wait or if they were busy. Either way, I just sat there, waiting for someone to come into the room.

Finally, a man in a suit, followed by Officers Sullivan and Ramirez entered the interrogation room. The man in the suit had a badge pinned on his chest and this told me he was a detective.

"Comfy?" Officer Sullivan asked with a smirk.

I glared at Officer Sullivan and yanked with my wrists, causing the cuffs on my wrists to rattle and the metal to dig into my wrists.

"A simple yes or no would suffice," Officer Sullivan replied.

I just continued glaring at him.

"Lexie?" the detective asked.

"Yes," I replied, turning my focus to the detective.

"I understand you engaged in an act of prostitution tonight?" the detective asked.

Officers Ramirez and Sullivan stared at me imploring me to answer in the affirmative.

"Yes, I was paid $300 to have sex," I replied, my eyes cast downward.

"And who paid you to have sex?" the detective asked.

"Jack Sanders," I replied.

I just wanted out of here. I had engaged in countless acts of prostitution, but I had never felt dirtier than I did at this moment.

"Would you make a signed statement to that?" the detective asked.

"Yes," I replied.

The detective produced a statement, typed out on a computer, attesting to what I had just admitted to. I scanned the document. It described the position that Officers Sullivan and Ramirez had found me in, then added detail where Jack Sanders had passed me an envelope containing $300 in exchange for anal sex.

I grabbed the pen sitting next to the written statement and affixed my signature to the bottom where my name was printed below a dotted line.

"You've done a great service, protecting the taxpayers from a potentially disastrous mayor," the detective replied.

"Thanks," I replied, my eyes cast downward.

Maybe that was true. After tonight I certainly wasn't enthralled with Jack Sanders. He likely was getting what he deserved. But I didn't feel good about my part in it.

"You'll get immunity for this statement," the detective replied. "I'll arrange it with the DA."

"Yay," I softly replied.

"You've always been an ungrateful bitch, Lexie," Officer Sullivan offered.

I fought the urge to glare at Officer Sullivan or lash out at him.

"I'm sorry," I pouted softly.

"See that wasn't so hard," Officer Sullivan reached out to softly stroke my face with his scaly hand. "But this will never go to trial, anyway."

"It won't?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"This arrest will end his candidacy and likely his political career," the detective offered. "That's all we need."

"Ok." I replied. "Can I go now?"

I really was eager to get out of here and go home to bed.

"Yes, so long as you realize the truth of tonight can never come out," Officer Ramirez offered while resting his right hand on his holstered pistol and his left hand on my shoulder, while he looked down at me.

"I understand," I pouted softly. He didn't need to verbalize the threat. I understood it.

Shortly thereafter, I was being escorted out of the back of the police station by Officer Ramirez, who slammed the door shut on me the moment I stepped outside. Judging from the lack of news cameras at the precinct, I was guessing that shit hadn't hit the fan yet as it pertained to Jack being arrested. Or at least where he had been taken. I considered it likely that the cops were letting me go before the news media arrived, to ensure I didn't say anything that might betray what actually had happened in the hotel room earlier tonight.

Nevertheless, it wasn't my concern. I flagged a cab, eager to go home, and climb into bed. Fortunately as the cabbie drove toward my apartment he didn't ask what I was doing dressed as I was, hailing a cab outside a police station after midnight.

Chapter Seven - Next Day

I was sitting at home the next day doing something that I never do, watching the news, specifically the noon broadcast as I had slept through much of the morning. Predictably the news that the mayoral candidate Jack Sanders had been arrested for solicitation was the lead item.

Jack's mugshot, along with mine, were prominently featured on the broadcast, as was my criminal history. Thankfully my makeup for the evening was higher quality fare than I normally wore for my working evenings and was still in good repair for my mugshot. This ensured this mugshot was easily my best one, from an attractiveness perspective.

Jack on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. His eyes were red and puffy, as he had teared up when going through the booking process. His trademark neat hair was messed up as the officers had intentionally messed it up before taking his mugshot picture.

As I sat on my couch, I felt conflicted over what I had done. A man's reputation was in tatters because of the scheme I had participated in. It was under duress no doubt but I had done it anyway. Although in my short interaction with Jack, I doubted that many or any of Jack's professed positions were genuine. It's more likely they were just a means to get elected, to hold and exercise the trappings of power.

That's why the city I had called home for my entire life was still troubled. Every mayoral candidate professed to clean things up, then used the position to attend to their personal desires.

When I turned over the phone, I saw it was a text from Carlos.

"Get your ass down here, Lexie," Carlos' text read.

I sighed. After last night, I just wanted to stay inside today.

"I'll be there," I typed out in reply.

A half-hour later I was in the back of a cab on my way to Carlos' place. Or actually the boutique a half-block from it. There was no way I was telling a cabbie the address of my pimp.

When we arrived, I paid the fare before hopping out of the cab. Absent any traffic on the run-down street, the cabbie tore off leaving me to walk half a block to Carlos' place.

At Carlos' door, I knocked twice in succession, paused for a second, then knocked once more. It was the knock assigned to his working girls.

When Carlos opened the door I stepped inside and sat on the couch. Carlos stood over from me, his shirt open, big belly exposed and gaudy gold chain dangling from his neck.

"So you had quite the evening," Carlos observed.

"Not one I would like to relive," I replied softly.

"You did a good job Lexie," Carlos offered.

"Thank you," I softly replied.

"Unfotunately I have to cut you loose," Carlos offered.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"Your face is all over the news," Carlos replied. "And the internet. Aggregator websites are picking it up. You're all over the internet. That was quite a hot mugshot you had last night. Our upscale clients won't risk engaging you in your services."

I groaned audibly, not trying to hide my disappointment. The cops, Carlos, and the current mayor all got what they wanted. I was the one getting screwed. Both last night and today.

"Okay," I replied.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, Lexie," Carlos noted. "But just so we're clear...."

"I got it, I never worked for you," I replied, cutting Carlos off.

Silence was golden and also necessary in this case. There was no way I would snitch on him.

"Good girl," Carlos replied.

"I'll be leaving now," I replied, getting up.

Carlos held the door open for me as I walked through it and out onto the street. As I filtered out onto the street, I wondered about my next step. Maybe I could start an OnlyFans and capitalize on my 15 minutes of fame. But another thought lingered into my mind. I had spent my entire life in the big city and I had barely anything to show for it.

Maybe I could move, to another state even, and start over. Change my hair color and possibly wear glasses to change my appearance and find an honest job. Or maybe strip if the establishment didn't do a full background check on me. Either way, this was an opportunity to change things for the better. Wish me luck.

The End.