Chapter 12: Last Chapter

Wednesday morning, Randy had left for work and Leslie sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the piece of paper with Officer Tracy’s phone number on it. Her cunt was moist just knowing that the police officer had touched the same piece of paper and that Officer Tracy thought enough of her to write down her number. Leslie put the number in her smart phone, naming the entry ‘OT’. There were only two numbers in her contacts list, Randy and Officer Tracy. She then secretly put the piece of paper in her pillow covering so she could sleep on it. As she walked out the door, she realized she had not said her morning prayers. ‘Well too late for that now,’ she thought as she opened the car door. She was amazed that she did not feel guilty of not saying a prayer.

Throughout the day and between classes, she had dreams of laying in bed with Officer Tracy, Leslie wrapped up in the officer’s strong arms. At lunch in the classroom, she dreamed of making soft love to Officer Tracy based on what she’d seen on the internet porn sites, things like tribbing, and soft caresses and kisses, she began to warm to the idea of seeing the young police woman, who couldn’t have been no more than twenty or twenty-one.

On Wednesday evening, Leslie sat down on the edge of her bed and took the piece of paper out of her pillow covering and looked at it again. Randy was downstairs watching one of his favorite preachers. Her heart raced when she touched the paper and doubt began to creep into her mind. What if she said no? What if she was just kidding with me and she didn’t really want to go out? What if she was teasing me and was doing this just to be cruel? Too many thoughts raced through her mind.

‘Fuck,’ Leslie thought. She had gotten used to saying that word, another change in her life. ‘Just go out on a dinner date, how hard could that be?’ thought Leslie, ‘besides you aren’t asking her to marry you.’ When she thought that her crotch suddenly got moist.

Leslie shook her head of the thoughts. What day could I ask Officer Tracy for a date she thought. Randy was going on a church retreat this weekend. The church leadership were leaving Friday afternoon for their lakeside retreat to discuss the future direction of the church. At their previous church, when there was a retreat, Leslie would accompany Randy. Being here a year now, and this being Randy’s first retreat with this new congregation, he didn’t invite her and for some reason Leslie didn’t ask to go.

Leslie nodded her head, Friday evening would be the best time to see Officer Tracy. With Randy out of town it made it less complicated.

With nervous hands Leslie took out her smart phone, bringing up the contacts, but didn’t press ‘call’.

‘Come on Leslie,’ part of her brain said, ‘just do it. You don’t have a life after school and Randy is never home on time, you’re lonely. Maybe seeing Officer Tracy will be a distraction that you just might need.’

Fuck it!

Leslie pressed the ‘call’ button but almost pressed ‘end’. The phone on the other end rang.

“Yes?”

Leslie’s heart skipped a beat, oh god, it was her. Leslie’s cunt immediately got moist. Fuck!

“Hi, um, Officer Tracy?”

“Yes.”

“Hi, Officer Tracy, it’s me, um, Leslie Gaye.”

“Mrs. Gaye?”

“Um yes, Leslie Gaye, the school adviser from the field trip yesterday?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Gaye, well it’s about time you called me.” Officer Tracy laughed.

“Um, yes, well, I’ve been busy. But I was wondering if you, um, were free Friday evening?”

“For what?”

“Well, um, for a dinner, um date?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Well, no, I mean, just dinner.”

“It’s a date then, I’ll come by and pick you up at 6pm.”

“Um, it’s only for dinner though...”

“I love dates Leslie and so I will come by and pick you up.”

“Well, can I meet you somewhere,” she didn’t really want Officer Tracy showing up at her doorstep. What would the neighbors say?

Officer Tracy laughed. “Not too worry sweetie, I’ll honk the horn when I get there.”

“Well, ah, but, don’t honk the horn too loud.”

“Good, it’s settled then, I be by at 6 to pick you up. Wear something sexy because I can’t have my date looking like a slob.”

“Okay, but.”

“See you Friday at six then.” and Officer Tracy hung up.

Leslie was in a little bit of a shock, she hadn’t figured officer Tracy would be this rude and control the conversation as much as she did.

‘Wait a minute, did she just tell me to wear something sexy?’ Leslie looked at her cell phone, ‘well, okay, maybe something sexy if that will please her.’

Leslie didn’t like the idea of having the police woman come to the house but what could she do? Her heart rate went up when she started fantasizing about sitting across a candle lit table gazing into the eyes of the young officer. Leslie smiled to herself.

As six on Friday drew closer Leslie found herself getting excited at the prospect of seeing Officer Tracy, if only for dinner. The young policewoman was six three, her blonde hair was cut in a page boy fashion, her body was perfectly proportioned in every way, no ounce of fat on her. She had strong arms and a strong grip and her fingers, well, those lovely fingers. Leslie blushed and her crotch moistened as she thought about that strip search the other day on the field trip.

Leslie put on a red low cut dress that came to mid thigh, black 5 inch heels, nude colored thigh stockings and a push up bra. She fixed her hair and make-up and looked at her watch. 10 minutes to go.

She looked at herself again in the mirror and straightened her dress several times. Leslie was nervous, what if the young woman didn’t like her dress? What if she was overdressed for the restaurant they were going too. Calm down she told herself. Then a thought popped into her head which sent her stomach into butterflies. What if Officer Tracy tried to kiss her? Should she play hard to get? Should she kiss her back? In a moment of frustration Leslie lamented the fact she didn’t have anybody she could talk to about these things. Leslie blushed when she realized that this was only the second time in her life that she was going on a date, the first time was with Randy in college and he was so prim and proper.

Leslie walked down stairs to the living room. Randy had already left for the church retreat. He would be back late Sunday evening.

Leslie turned off the TV. He’d been watching a mega-church pastor preach about the evils of homosexuality to the congregation. One strange thing though, when Randy left, he “pecked” her on the cheek and not a kiss on the lips. She didn’t know why he did that and was bothered by it.

She shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the couch and thought about the last several days of school.

Miss Johnson had moved things along in the boys sex education classes. On Wednesday, the class covered, “Blowjobs and the role of the female mouth.” The Freshman, Sophomore, and Senior boys classes each had 100 percent class participation, of which Mrs. Wright made an announcement over the PA, much to the shame and humiliation of Leslie.

Miss Johnson just smiled at her and the kids clapped. Leslie brought her hand to her jaw and rubbed it. She remembered how her jaw ached, sucking cocks from the start of school to the end of school, and her knees hurt, and her lower back hurt because she was on her knees pretty much all day, she was uncomfortable all day long, but Miss Johnson reminded her that her obligation was to the students, not her personal welfare. She did learn one thing though from sucking all those cocks, each boy’s cum tasted different.

Miss Johnson told each class that a woman wasn’t a very good cock sucker if she let his precious cum drop from her mouth. The boys were encouraged to grab hold of her ears or grab a handful of hair and direct her sucking efforts. Miss Johnson had made sure to set the cameras up for close in shots of her swallowing the cum. The film to be used for future teachings. By end of the school day she was getting good at not letting any cum drip from her mouth or drop from a cock. She was secretly proud of that.

On Thursday, the boy’s sex classes learned how to undress a woman or rather how to strip her. Her clothes had been torn and ripped just like they had been with Miss Wolfe’s after school sex classes with the girls. Then today, she danced sexily for each class, doing a strip-tease like she had done last Friday evening. The boy’s had their cocks out and were stroking them up and down and back and forth as she danced in the middle of the classroom. And the cum, all that precious cum flying everywhere.

Thursday afternoon, she had another date with Susie in the girls bathroom. Strangely, she looked forward to seeing the girl. Leslie resolved to find a better meeting place than the girls bathroom.

Then there was the escorting duties for the front office. Leslie had lots of dollar bills stuffed in two shoe boxes. At some point, she should go to the bank and exchange the bills for larger denominations. Maybe she should open her own bank account, a secret bank account. It wouldn’t be good just to have large amounts of cash in the house, Randy might find it.

And then there were the girl’s classes, Leslie shook her head as she heard a car horn outside. Officer Tracy!

Leslie was out the door in a hurry, her heart rate and breathing had gone up. She looked at the car, it was a police car. As she walked up to the car Officer Tracy lowered the passenger window and leaned over.

“Sit in the back, sweetie, it’s against police rules to have a civilian sit in the front.”

Sweetie? Leslie’s heart jump and her cunt quivered. Fuck.

“I love your dress, it’s perfect for our first date,” Officer Tracy said looking over her shoulder at Leslie slid into the rear seat. Leslie blushed.

“I, I can’t see what you’re wearing.” Leslie said, the inside of the cruiser was dark with only the dashboard lit up in green light.

“You’ll see once we get to the club.”

“Club?”

“Shhh, don’t worry your pretty little head over it. I have it all planned out for us.”

Leslie blushed in the dark.

“There is a city ordinance that says no talking while in a police cruiser,” Officer Tracy said as she looked in the rear-view mirror at Leslie.

For the next fifteen minutes they drove in silence. Leslie wanted to say something, to have a conversation, anything, but she kept quiet.

They pulled into the parking lot of a large two story building. Officer Tracy parked in the police parking area. When she got out of the car Leslie was disappointed. Officer Tracy was wearing her form fitting police uniform.

Since Leslie couldn’t get out of the back of the cruiser, Officer Tracy opened the door for her. She offered her hand to Leslie as she got out and Leslie took it, her heart fluttered when she felt those strong fingers grip her hand. Once she was out Officer Tracy didn’t let go of her hand. Leslie was embarrassed as her hand was damp and clammy, she wondered what Officer Tracy thought of that.

Leslie looked up at the red neon sign over the entrance of the building. “Top and Bottom” announced the sign.

“I thought we were going to a nice restaurant,” Leslie pouted.

“This is a restaurant and a club,” Officer Tracy smiled. She turned and looked into Leslie’s eyes. “It has everything we need. Follow me.” Leslie about fainted under the stare of the young woman. In the back of her mind she wondered why she felt this way.

Officer Tracy practically dragged Leslie behind her. They walked through the entrance marked “Member Owners Only”.

They walked into a large, brightly lit, well kept locker room. Red padded benches down the middle and mahogany lockers on either side. There were showers, toilets and make-up desks around the room. The room was empty.

“What kind of restaurant is this?” Leslie asked looking around the room.

“It’s a special kind of restaurant and club, the kind of place that is made for women like you and me.”

“What do you mean?” Leslie was a little alarmed.

“Shh,” Officer Tracy said as she leaned in and kissed Leslie on the lips. Leslie damn near fainted but she melted in the Officer’s strong embrace. Leslie brought her arms around the strong young woman, hugging her, returning Officer Tracy’s kisses. So much for playing hard to get Leslie thought.

Officer Tracy broke the kiss, “Do you trust me?” She whispered. She held Leslie tight to her body.

Leslie didn’t hesitate in nodding her head as they kept kissing for a little longer.

“Then I need you to take your clothes off,” Officer Tracy said as she broke the kiss again.

“Wait! What? No come on,” Leslie replied, her nervousness showing.

“You have to trust me, sweetie, besides, if you want to date me then this is the way it has to be.”

Leslie looked at Officer Tracy. She really wanted to be with her, to feel her strong fingers, her embrace, hell her lips, but most of all to be loved again, to be wanted.

Still Leslie hesitated.

“Well, what’s it going to be? Are you going to date me? Or do I drive you home?”

Leslie shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head.

“Say it, which one?”

“Yes I want to date you.” Leslie breathed a sigh of relief. There it was out in the open.

“Good girl,” smiled Officer Tracy as she ran her hand through Leslie’s hair.

Leslie’s cunt moistened really quick as the young woman touched her hair.

“Now take your clothes off and put them neatly in the locker with my name on it,” she pointed behind Leslie. “keep your heels on and your hose.”

As Leslie pulled her red dress off, Officer Tracy opened her locker and pulled out a two inch wide dog collar. As officer Tracy turned around Leslie was just removing her bra. She showed it to Leslie. The collar had the words, ‘I belong to Officer Tracy’ around the front of it.

“What’s this?” Leslie got a worried look on her face.

Officer Tracy smiled as she looked at the collar. “This collar has my name it as you can see. This let’s people know that while we are here in the club that you belong to me.” Officer Tracy said as she walked around Leslie.

Leslie looked at it. “Belong?”

“Shhh,” Officer Tracy said as she secured the collar around Leslie’s neck. “First rule here is that you don’t talk unless spoken to by a person who is dressed. Nod your head if you understand.”

Leslie nodded her head. She was nervous and excited at the same time. ‘What kind of place is this,’ she wondered as Officer Tracy secured the collar around her neck.

“Second rule, what you see here, what you hear and what you do here is never to be mentioned outside of these walls. Understand?” Officer Tracy leaned in and kiss Leslie on the lips again.

Leslie nodded her head as she returned the kiss.

“Now take off your panties.” The young police woman said as she turned back to the locker.

Officer Tracy pulled out a leash as Leslie picked up her clothes. She wanted to say something to Officer Tracy but held her tongue. Officer Tracy stepped aside as Leslie put her clothes in the locker then turned and faced the young woman.

Officer Tracy handed Leslie the leash. “Attach this leash and hand it back to me.”

Leslie had a questioning look on her face as she took the leash.

“I have to know if you are serious about our date. Think of it as an act of obedience.” Leslie still hesitated. “Do it for me now, sweetie,” cooed the young woman.

Leslie slowly raised the leash clip up then clipped it to the collar. She looked at Officer Tracy and handed the leash back to her.

“Very good sweetie.” Officer Tracy smiled as she ran the back of her left hand over Leslie’s cheek. “When we got out of the cruiser I had mentioned this is a place for women like you and me. It is a D/s club, dominant and submissive club, or popularly known as Top, which is me, and Bottom, which is you.”

Leslie knew what D/s was, she had surfed porn sites that promoted dominant and submissive females. It made her excited to see women in submissive situations.

“When we walk through that door you must do as I say without hesitation. If there is any doubt or hesitation on your part, I will know.” she kept smiling. “If there is, then punishment will be in order, but lets not think about that.” she paused running her fingers lightly down Leslie’s left cheek. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Leslie gulped. She was really excited and nervous.

“Rule number three, when we are here, you’ll refer to me as ‘Mistress’, and any female who is dressed and talks to you, do you understand?”

Leslie gulped again. “Yes Mistress.” She was nervous as hell. What was on the other side of the door?

Officer Tracy turned back to the locker. “One last thing to complete your outfit for tonight.” She turned around with a pair of handcuffs. Leslie got a worried look on her face. “Don’t worry sweetie,” Officer Tracy said as she walked around Leslie. “This is to ensure that you don’t use your hands. In this club, all women and girls, like you, wear handcuffs.”

Leslie smiled weakly as her wrists were secured. ‘Women and girls like me?’ Thought Leslie.

Officer Tracy stepped back and sucked in her breath. “You look beautiful Leslie,” she whispered. “This is the way you are meant to be.” Holding Leslie’s leash, Officer Tracy walked towards the door. “Now you’re perfect and ready to be presented.”

Here goes nothing, Leslie thought but her heart rate and stomach butterflies were getting the better of her. Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention, her cunt was moist but most of all, she was excited.

As Leslie followed Officer Tracy through the door her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit atmosphere. There were red and purple colors and dance music was playing, the very large ballroom was full of women and girls, some dressed and others, like her, were naked. There was a large silver ball hanging from the ceiling that was slowly spinning. There were different color lights shining on it that created moving colors around the room. There were some women and girls walking and talking with each other. They were holding leashes of naked women and girls whose hands were cuffed behind them like her.

The first thing Leslie noticed as she walked behind Officer Tracy was the dance stage. It was off to the side of the large ballroom. There were two teen girls, naked, grinding against each other and kissing. Around the stage were women who were dressed, yelling, laughing and waving dollar bills at the girls. Leslie’s cunt went instantly moist. Officer Tracy had stopped walking and Leslie almost ran into her. Officer Tracy smiled as she looked at the dance stage.

“Like what you see?”

Leslie just nodded her head as she kept looking at the stage. The girls slowly walked around the stage shaking their hips back and forth at the dressed women and girls. To Leslie the girls looked to be in high school. She wondered if the two girls went to Intercourse. They came back to the center of the stage and started kissing again and grinding against each other.

“Maybe sometime I’ll get you up on that dance stage and have a threesome dance.”

Leslie just nodded her head but her mouth watered looking at the two teens. Officer Tracy tugged on the leash and Leslie followed.

The first couple they walked past was a girl holding a leash of an older naked woman. Leslie noticed the woman’s collar said, “I belong to my daughter.” The woman had her hands cuffed behind her back. The girl had a school uniform on. She wore a white blouse, plaid skirt, white ankle socks and black shoes.

The girl was talking to a woman who was holding two leashes attached to two naked teen girls. She couldn’t read their collars, but her cunt moistened at the sight of the two girls. The girls had pink ball gags in their mouths, slobber oozing out the side of their mouths.

“Yeah, I finally got mom to lick the toilet rim,” laughed the girl. The mother laughed along with her daughter. “She’s so fucking stupid sometimes.” the girl said as she yanked on her mother’s leash.

The lady the girl was talking to also laughed. “I use this girls face to wipe my cunt when I finish peeing and the others hair to wipe my ass when I take a shit”.

Leslie attention was drawn back to Officer Tracy when she pulled on the leash. She turned around looking at Leslie, “Keep your attention on me. When I laugh you laugh, when I smile you smile.” Leslie nodded her head slightly.

“Hello, Officer Tracy,” a tall blond haired woman said.

“Hello, Kathryn.”

Kathryn and Officer Tracy kissed each other on the cheek.

The woman looked Leslie up and down like she was being measured. “Who’s your property? Haven’t seen her before.”

Officer Tracy turned slightly and smiled. “This is Mrs. Leslie Gaye,” Officer Tracy replied like she was showing off a prize trophy.

“Hello Mrs. Leslie Gaye.” Kathryn smiled. “Aren’t you just a sweet looking piece of meat.”

Leslie blushed and was instantly embarrassed but she smiled.

Officer Tracy said, “Kathryn here is the one of several owners of this lovely place. One of them you might know? A Mrs. Stephanie Hurst?” Officer Tracy and Kathryn smiled at Leslie.

Oh fuck! Thought Leslie. “Um, yes, yes, I know Mrs. Hurst, Mistress. She’s a very religious woman” smiled Leslie. She was the wife of Pastor Charlie Hurst, the leader of the White Redeemer Christian church.

“A woman who believes in God?” Officer Tracy asked.

“Yes Mistress, very much so.”

Kathryn looked Leslie up and down then leaned over to her. “A lot of women have been pursuing Officer Tracy and she’s been playing hard to get, but I see that she is smitten with you honey.” Leslie smiled at Kathryn and blushed as she looked at Officer Tracy. “You just keep a close on eye on her sweetie and make sure you use all your womanly charms to keep her interested in you.” Kathryn stepped back and then leaned over and kissed Officer Tracy on the lips. Officer Tracy returned the woman’s kiss. Leslie felt a pang of jealousy just then and it bothered her.

Kathryn stepped back and looked at Leslie. “When you get tired of this piece of property, let me know, I might be interested in her.”

Officer Tracy stepped next to Leslie and watched as Kathryn walked away, “When a Dom gets tired of a sub, the owners have first right of refusal.” Leslie looked at Officer Tracy with a questioning look. “The owners can purchase the sub from the Dom.”

“That’s, that’s like slavery,” Leslie paused. “Mistress.”

“No sweetie, its called a perversion.” Leslie looked shocked. “Don’t look so shocked, Leslie. See the girls over there dancing on the stage? They’re sisters.”

Leslie looked over at the two girls, both were kissing each other, touching and feeling each other up, as they swayed their nimble young bodies back and forth. It was only older women, the middle aged women, the older Dom’s around the stage, waving dollar bills at the two girls.

“Your Miss Stephanie, the preachers wife, owns those two girls. Oh sure, the girls go home to their parents every night, they still go to school and do their homework, all the normal stuff girls do. But from Friday nights to Sunday nights, Miss Stephanie owns them. She pimps out the girls to the highest bidder. Sometimes at the same time, other times separately. Miss Stephanie has a whole stable of girls and women she owns. They have made her a wealthy independent woman.” Officer Tracy paused. “One of the women around that stage will pay the highest price tonight, just so one of those two cuties will suck and play with her wrinkled, skankie cunt.”

Officer Tracy turned and continued around the large room, Leslie trailing behind her trying to take in the club. She nodded and said hello to the women she knew and Leslie smiled at them. She knew that Officer Tracy was showing her off and that made Leslie secretly proud. Officer Tracy headed towards the hallway at the other end of the room.

They almost ran into a group of teen girls, clothed of course, laughing and giggling. Leslie’s heart sank. It was the girls from last weeks sex education class.

The twins, Rhonda and Jodie, Alex, Diana, Sam, Renee, Sue, Roberta and Sharon. The each had a strap-on dildo in one hand and a key in the other.

“Mrs. Gaye!” Rhonda said in a laughing voice. The other girls chimed in with ‘Hello Mrs. Gaye’.

Officer Tracy turned to Leslie, “Do you know these lovely young girls?”

“Um, yes, Mistress,” Leslie blushed.

Officer Tracy turned to the girls. “And how do you know Mrs. Gaye?”

“Oh we fucked her last week in our sex education class,” laughed Susie. The other girls laughed also.

“Yeah, rode her hard and put her up wet!” laughed Alex.

Jodie added laughing. “Watch out though, she’s a squealer!”

The girls laughed and so did Officer Tracy so Leslie did also.

Officer Tracy turned to Leslie, “Is that true?”

“What part, Mistress?” Leslie blushed.

“About being a squealer?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Leslie replied and turned beet red.

Sam added, “Seriously though, she is compliant and docile, just like a subbie should be.”

Diana added, “She also likes it a little rough.”

“How so?” asked Officer Tracy looking at Leslie with new found interest.

“Slap her around, like, slap her face, tits or ass, and she’ll do anything you want, isn’t that right Mrs. Gaye?”

Leslie didn’t say anything, she was too embarrassed.

“Well?” asked Officer Tracy.

Leslie was caught in a trap. She didn’t like being slapped around, but she couldn’t tell the girls that last week in class with Miss Wolfe standing there. If she said no, then the girls would call her a liar and she might lose Officer Tracy. She didn’t want to lose the young woman. If she said yes, then that is what the relationship with her would come too, slapping and punishment, but she didn’t want to lose her either. Any thoughts of soft, tender loving sex between them would be gone forever. Did she want to risk the budding relationship with Officer Tracy by saying no? Leslie realized then that she dearly wanted to be loved, in any way possible, by the police officer.

“Yes that’s true Mistress,” Leslie almost whispered looking at the floor.

“What? We can’t hear you.” Officer Tracy said as she yanked on the leash pulling Leslie forward.

“Yes what the girls say is true. I love to be slapped and punished, Mistress,” Leslie stood up straight as she said that.

Officer Tracy turned to the girls, “Haven’t seen you all here before, are you new?”

“Yes this is our first time here,” replied Roberta. “Our teacher from last week, Miss Wolfe, got us in tonight. She’s around here somewhere.”

“We also got these complementary strap-on dildos and a key to the cage room. Which is where we’re going.” Sharon added.

“Well, good luck girls!” smiled Officer Tracy as the girls headed down the hallway.

“The cage room Mistress?” Leslie asked.

“Oh yes. Let me show you.” Officer Tracy tugged the leash and they followed the girls into the cage room.

It was a very large room with cages suspended from the ceiling. Standing inside the cages were naked women laughing at the crude jokes of the girls directed at them.

“This room is for girls fourteen to eighteen. They pay a fee for the key and the key might or might not open one of the cage doors. If it does open a cage door then the girl has use of the woman until Sunday evening. The girl can do anything to the woman, but there can’t be broken bones, broken skin, or bruises. Needless to say, the girls who come here can be pretty rough.”

“What about the women Mistress?”

“What about them?”

“Does the club own them? Do they have families and day jobs?”

“Yes, yes and yes,” smiled Officer Tracy as she looked at the women in the cages. “They have husbands and families they go home too but on weekends, they belong to the club and this what is the club owners choose to do with them.” Officer Tracy paused. “It allows the teen girls to vent their anger and frustration from the week.”

Just then a girl yelled out, “I got one!” as the cage door swung open. The woman laughed and clapped her hands as she stepped out of the cage. The girl told the woman to get on her hands and knees and she climbed on the woman’s back. The youngster slapped the woman’s head with both hands and said, “Down the hallway doggie! And bark!”

The woman was barking as she crawled by Officer Tracy and Leslie with the laughing and smiling girl on her back.

As Officer Tracy and Leslie stepped back into the hallway, a bell rang.

“That is the dinner bell, we have reservations, let’s eat.”

They walked down the hallway and turned into a long room with a very long table down the center. It looked to Leslie that the table was about 100 feet long.

Officer Tracy walked up to a woman wearing nothing but a black bow tie, six inch stiletto’s and black wrist bands.

Officer Tracy announced her name and the woman scrolled through her pad.

“Ah, yes, Officer Tracy, seating for one, follow me.”