The Things That Make Me Give In (16 page)

But unfortunately for Sheriff Brook, there’s no one but him to set me straight. He’s got to be the man for the job; he needs to make me fly right. If not him, then who? If not now, then when? Any time soon I’m bound to do something worse, like try to bribe a sheriff to see what he will do.

‘I’m gonna have to take you in, Starla,’ he says, and then, even better: ‘Gosh darnit!’

Everything is just so neatly set for me to say, ‘Are you sure you want to do that, Sheriff? Because, you know, we could make a deal.’

The pot is curling around all of my insides, loosening me up. New ideas spring in and out of my head, all of them fantastic and, weirdly, not half as boring as making someone do this seems.

There’s definitely something about him – something that just asks for it. He isn’t at all like Wade, who would never have asked for anything.

And, like I said, you make do with what you’ve got.

‘Are you trying to bribe me, Starla?’ he asks. He leans in just a little, one eye narrowed and obviously thinking that he looks tough. He manages outraged, but not quite tough. Though I’m willing to bet that with a bit of pushing he could be twice the man he seems to be.

‘No, sir – not at all. It’s just that . . . well, I can’t be arrested. Please – I don’t want to be arrested.’

He straightens and pushes back his shoulders. Such an authority figure.

‘I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about that. I warned you yesterday.’

I think of Wade again. Wade would never go for the old hand-on-hip-and-sticking-your-tits-out routine. But it could be that Brook will. He has the uniform and the handcuffs and so many things that are just like my old fantasy object, but he hasn’t got the same backbone.

And that’s a good thing, even when it’s a bad.

I lick my lips.

‘I know you did, sir.’ Oh, Lord,
sir.
‘But you could still . . . let me off. If, say, maybe I did something for you.’

It’s odd, but it takes very little of the fun away to provoke someone like this. Of course, it would have been nice if he had just forced me down to my knees, but I can live with this. I can live with almost-Wade.

He folds his arms over his chest.

‘I don’t think I like what you’re implying, Starla.’

I flip to cold before I can stop myself. The little-girl-lost thing is just too hard to maintain.

‘I’m not implying anything. I’m saying outright – if you let me off, I’ll suck your cock.’

To his credit, he tries not to let his eyes widen too far. Instead he grabs hold of his anger and tries to make it look bigger than it is, yanks me over to his car and practically hurls me inside.

And all the while he tells me things I’ve always wanted to hear – about how I’ve got a filthy mouth and I’m a little slut
who will never come to any good. He really sells it, too, as though there is more of Wade inside him than I thought.

He deserves what I give him: as he starts up the engine and begins to rip up gravel and grit, I put my hand inside my panties.

It takes a while for him to notice, however. He’s so steamed that he just drives and drives, unaware that his prisoner is rubbing her wet pussy in the back of his car. My clit is really stiff and jumps against my rough fingers, so I know the thought of Sheriff Sissy hasn’t exactly turned me off.

Though I think the words ‘I’ll suck your cock’ helped. They set the ball rolling and now I’m masturbating an inch away from him, unable to stop either the slick sounds I’m making or the eventual moans. Unable to stop them and not really wanting to, I have to say.

It’s a peach when he looks in the rearview mirror and catches me at it. Even better when he barks out his irritation and immediately pulls the car over. The bark alone is enough to almost make me come, but now we’re at the side of the road – surrounded by forest but still pretty much out in the open – and I have a million opportunities to bend him to my will.

Not even a goodie-two-shoes sissy like him can resist a girl who likes to get off, and a wet-as-the-rain pussy.

I keep right on frigging my clit while he jumps out of the car, and stomps around to the back. When he yanks the door open, I get very close to coming, again.

‘Come here, slut,’ he grunts, just as I had always imagined Wade saying. He even hauls me out of the car as Wade would have done, then gets me down on my knees. Before I’ve had a chance to process the switch in him, he has his pants unzipped and his nice thick cock out, and is pushing it past my lips before I’ve said a word.

But I can’t say I mind. Of course I don’t – this is exactly what I’ve always wanted. The sheriff’s cock in my mouth, thrusting and fucking while dirt digs sharply into my knees. When I get
the first musky taste of his pre-come, I climax hard against my still busy fingers. My clit swells and aches and my thighs tremble beneath the pressure – it’s good, but I know it can be better.

Before I’ve even finished with this first orgasm, I start coaxing another from my still stiff bud. It isn’t difficult. Just the feel of him thrusting uncaring into my mouth, rough and as if he wants to finish quickly, makes me cream.

I give him rough back, sucking until my cheeks hollow and he seems to swell in my mouth. He groans and grunts beneath this pressure I’m doling out, only the barest hint of shame licking at the backs of the sounds he’s making.

And though I suppose it shouldn’t be, it’s still exciting when he gasps that he can’t help himself, that he doesn’t know what’s come over him, that I shouldn’t have made him do this. It isn’t what Wade would have said at all, but it’s still somehow good.

I’ve corrupted him. Real easily, too. I thought I’d at least have had to flash my tits and get arrested a couple of times, but it seems not. He’s already coming in my mouth, copiously and with much guttural groaning, as I follow him all over my hand.

And so it goes. Slut corrupts public servant. News at eleven. Slut persuades him to comply with her fantasies, while she closes her eyes and thinks of tougher, broader, better Sheriff Wade.

Slut doesn’t seem to mind that things aren’t quite the way she had imagined.

And I don’t. I just keep right on pushing him and he keeps right on being weak and what I want all at the same time – forcing me down to my knees, making me bend over the hood of his car. Most stuff I don’t even have to provoke him into doing. Once I’ve gotten him to a certain point, he just does it.

The point of no return, I suppose it is. He hasn’t got enough gas to go back, once I’ve pinched my nipples in front of him, and rubbed my pussy through my clothes, and said things to him such as: ‘Don’t you want to feel what this feels like?’

‘Yes,’ he always gasps. ‘Yes.’

He’s a drowning man stumbling on to dry land. He’s trying out a whole different way of living, and liking it. I don’t blame him.

I like it too.

I don’t even smoke a little pot, now, before he gets to the bus shelter. I just stand there with the smoking gun in my hand, waiting for him to pull up and yell at me. He yells, and then I ask him what he’d like me to do so that I can stay out of jail.

It’s nearly always sucking his cock. And I guess that’s fine. But soon it doesn’t make me ache in quite the same way and I need something more, so I ask him if maybe he’d like to try out my pussy. I keep doing the same bad thing and I’m certainly not learning my lesson, so I need a little more. Right?

Right, he says. Before he pushes me down on to the back seat and pulls my panties down.

He already has his cock out, but I don’t mind. I never mind how quick and probably inconsiderate he is, because it isn’t really him that gets me off, after all. It’s usually my fingers, my hand, my thoughts. The mirrored sunglasses and the handcuffs. I haven’t been able to persuade Brook to cuff me, but it doesn’t matter all that much when he’s already thrusting into my wet and willing cunt, tugging my legs wide and making his car rock.

He’s as urgent as ever, hair falling in his eyes and sweat gleaming all over his handsome face. Terrible thoughts probably racing through his mind, like
what if someone catches us? What if I can’t stop wanting to fuck this slut?

Because he can’t, of course. Not at all. I can see it all over his flushed face and in his jerking, thrusting hips. His fat cock plunging in and out, too quick for me to catch my pleasure.

He grunts when I put my own fingers to my clit, to chase it.

‘Ohhh,’ he moans, as ever. ‘You’re so wet. So good.’

But I think he means bad. He definitely means bad. I’m a bad girl, and I need to be punished. Right?

He just tells me, ‘That’s it, that’s it,’ before he pulls out and spurts all over my busy fingers.

God, how boring he is. Doesn’t he know I’m now going to have to push him into even worse things, to take away the taste of all his
good
talk?

How irritating. But, luckily for him, I manage it real easy. No problems at all. The next time I smoke a little pot, I just drag my buddy Shona along for the ride.

And I don’t tell her anything. Not one little bit. Let’s see how he likes that, Sheriff goodie-two-shoes sissy boy.

He doesn’t like that at all. Even through the dark glass of his windshield, I can see him looking at the other girl with trepidation. And she looks right back at him in just the same way, too. ‘Oh, no,’ she whines, as though getting caught smoking a bit of pot is the end of the world.

I tell her, ‘Be cool. I’ll get us out of this, no problems.’ And I suppose technically I could. I could get us both out of this immediately, just fly right out of it with a threat in my gaze about all of the things Sheriff Brook has done to me.

That I’ve done things to him – in fact, that I did everything
to
him – doesn’t change the fact that it’s him who’d lose his job, him who’s been fucking a girl in exchange for keeping her out of handcuffs. He doesn’t have to know that I
like
being in handcuffs.

He doesn’t know anything about anything.

‘What’s going on here?’ he asks, but his eyes do the real talking. They shift over to me, greedy and confused at the same time.

I try to look as desperate and contrite as possible.

‘We’re really sorry, Sheriff,’ I say. Shona nods her agreement. Brook narrows that one eye at me. ‘We won’t ever do it again.’

His eye narrows further, but I don’t think he knows to what extent I’ve planned this. He just understands that I’m not really sorry at all, and that I will do it ever again. I’ll do it ever again
all the time until he’s exactly as I want him to be and the correct version of me is clear to his gaze.

I am bad. See how bad I am?

‘Please don’t arrest us. We’ll do anything!’

I’m sure he’s thinking of our first encounter. I’m pretty certain I offered to do anything then, too. Or, at the very least, anything was in my mind.

‘Yeah,’ Shona echoes. ‘Anything.’

She isn’t exactly like me, I don’t think. Not Shona. But perhaps she’s closer than I had anticipated. The way she looks at him – I don’t think she minds him at all. And for a minute I see him through her eyes: tall and solid and sweet-faced, that little hint of uncertainty always hanging around his soft bow of a mouth.

I know he’s a handsome man. But it seems it takes Shona’s hungry gaze to remind me of that fact.

I wonder why on earth he’s let himself get mixed up with someone like me. God knows what he’s going to think of this. It’s probably going to push him over the edge, and then where will we be?

I don’t know, because I’ve never gotten this far before.

‘Show him your tits, Shon,’ I say, and for a moment she just looks at me. She looks, but I don’t look back. I stare into Brook’s soft eyes, daring him to stop this.

But of course he can’t. Shona asks him if that’s what he wants to let us off, and he doesn’t do a damned thing. He doesn’t say yes, or no, or maybe. He just stands there with his thumbs hooked into his belt, waiting for her to do one thing or another.

He waits far too much. He doesn’t take or demand or even accept the things he might want.

Though he seems to accept it a little more when she lifts her not-quite-slut-tight T-shirt and shows off her little round tits. No bra – mainly because she doesn’t need one. Her breasts are as firm as Wade’s hand on my wrist.

She giggles a little.

‘You like them?’ she asks, while irritation flashes unaccountably through me. I guess I thought she would be more nervous. That she wouldn’t be like me, and push and push and push at him. But I suppose he’s just the sort of guy who makes you want to poke him. Force him. Flash your tits at him until he blushes.

Though he doesn’t blush at all. He stares at me, furious, instead.

I ignore the steaming, angry expression, so that I can giggle too.

‘She’s got nice ones, doesn’t she,’ I say, capping it off with a squeeze of her perky left breast. I’m right – she
does
have nice ones. Her skin feels as smooth as his often does, beneath my touch, and she even squirms a little for me.

‘I bet she sucks cock real well,’ I say, as I keep on groping for his entertainment. Or maybe my entertainment. I can’t decide.

‘Dude – you want me to suck your cock?’ she asks, almost as though she can’t quite believe things might go that way, or she knows I’ve kind of planned this – maybe with his consent. She even adds, “Cause I am totally up for that. You are
hot
.’

That little flash of irritation comes again, but this time I shrug it off. I step forward and put my hand over the obvious shape of something in his khakis.

‘Would you like that, Sheriff?’ I ask.

Now his attention is back on me.

‘Show me your tits,’ he says, so I do. I slide out of my puffy jacket and stand there in the cold winter air, top lifted and breasts bared. It’s coming towards night so at first I think he won’t be able to see that much, but my skin is so pale that it glows. I look papery and am goose-pimpled all over, trembling even when I’m sure I don’t need to.

It’s the cold. Shona is shivering, too.

‘So come on then,’ she says, from somewhere behind me. ‘Get it out.’

She means his cock, I think. She’s getting really bold. Now she’s next to me with her hand over his groin, rubbing and twisting her little thin fingers against the bulge there. When he sighs and leans back against the car, she takes it exactly as I would have taken it. Now she’s allowed to unzip him and unbutton him, and put her hand inside.