Chapter 3: Allies in Filth

Two weeks had passed since I’d locked the damning VHS tape in my desk at the sheriff’s office, a potential fuckin’ lead on Rico Vargas’ underground porn ring that could tie to Laura Simmons’ assault—or blow my whole goddamn world apart if it leaked. Every day, the weight of that case pressed harder, the grainy footage of a suspect’s tattoo haunting my sleepless nights, while the memory of fucking Martin, my own son, in that first brutal, cum-soaked night clawed at my soul. I was Lubbock’s sheriff, Teresa Davis, 28, supposed to be the fuckin’ pillar of law in this conservative shit-hole, yet I was drownin’ in filth—both criminal and personal. Each shift at the station was a tightrope walk over a pit of snakes, chasin’ justice for Laura while hidin’ the sick bond I’d forged with Martin, a bond that grew darker, nastier with every sweaty, moan-filled encounter. Could I nail Rico Vargas before my secrets unraveled, exposin’ not just me, but everyone I’d dragged into this festering abyss?

That afternoon, Zoe chased me down like a bitch in heat outside the sheriff’s office, the Texas sun bakin’ the asphalt as I headed for my rig after a fruitless interrogation on Laura’s case, my boots scuffin’ the ground with each pissed-off step. I stopped near the parkin’ lot, flashin’ a sultry, cock-hungry grin despite the frustration burnin’ under my skin, my tank clingin’ to my tits with sweat, nipples pokin’ through hard as bullets, skirt ridin’ high to tease the edge of my bare pussy, no panties to hide the heat radiatin’ off me. Since handin’ her that tape, she’d dodged me like I was the fuckin’ plague, but now she was pantin’, uniform askew, blouse half-unbuttoned to show a hint of cleavage, desperate for somethin’ more than just talk, her eyes wild with a mix of fear and excitement that mirrored my own fucked-up state, makin’ my clit throb just lookin’ at her.

“Teresa Davis...” she started, voice shaky, glancin’ around the near-empty lot, paranoid as fuck in this small-town fishbowl where every damn whisper could ruin us, her breath comin’ quick, chest risin’ with each pant, drawin’ my eyes to her tits strainin’ against the fabric.

“Cut the bullshit, Zoe,” I snapped, steppin’ closer, the stench of her sweat and gun oil sharp in the heat, my own scent mixin’ in, pussy already wettin’ at the thought of her hands on me, my hips cockin’ slight to flash more thigh under the skirt, darin’ her to look. “I ain’t your fuckin’ boss right now. What’s got you runnin’ after me? Zoe, trailer-park stray, fucked for cash at 16, badge at 21, broke and desperate, fell to Rico Vargas’ crew in spring 2025. They offered cash to film her cunt, then pushed her boy Peter, 13, into taboo vids for triple pay. Eviction loomed, vodka dulled her shame, and her pussy throbbed under his tongue, a sick mirror to my filth. Now, her badge hangs by a thread, her secret a bomb that could torch us both. Is it the tape? ‘Cause since May’s murder tip, Rico Vargas’ trail’s heated up, and we’re sittin’ on a fuckin’ time bomb, and I wanna know every goddamn detail before it blows up in our faces.” My voice was rough, laced with a hungry edge, my eyes roamin’ her body, lingerin’ on her parted lips, imaginin’ ‘em wrapped around my clit, suckin’ me dry.

She stammered, gaze dartin’ to the ground, then back to me, a flush creepin’ up her neck as she shifted, pushin’ her tits out more, makin’ my mouth water to rip that blouse open right there. “Yeah, it’s the tape, but not just that. I thought you’d rat me out, Teresa. Thought you’d use it to save your own ass if the case got too hot. But ... I’m intrigued. You invitin’ me over, or we just gonna stand here sweatin’ our fuckin’ tits off?” Her voice dropped low, a tease in it now, eyes flickin’ to my legs, catchin’ the bare skin under my skirt, makin’ my pussy clench with the thrill of her wantin’ me.

“Rat out a kinky slut like you?” I scoffed, a smirk curlin’ my lips as I stepped even closer, our bodies inches apart, heat radiatin’ between us, my hand brushin’ her hip deliberate, feelin’ her tense under my touch, my pussy drippin’ now, wettin’ my thighs as I leaned in, breath hot on her ear. “Nah, I’d rather fuck you raw first, see how much of a dirty bitch you really are. But we gotta figure out if that vid ties to Rico Vargas before it bites us in the ass. And yeah, I’m invitin’ you over. Lead the way, you fuckin’ tease,” I growled, my cunt tinglin’ at the thought of Martin’s waitin’ cock back home but burnin’ with curiosity about her offer—and wary of what she knew. If Zoe was compromised, Laura’s justice could slip further away, and my own sins could come to light. But I needed allies, even filthy ones, to navigate this shitstorm, and fuck if I didn’t wanna bury my face in her pussy right then, taste her cum while we plotted.

We took the bus to her place—drivin’ the sheriff’s car set me apart, and I liked blendin’ in, stayin’ close to the gossip and grit of Lubbock, ears open for any word on Rico Vargas, though my mind was half on gettin’ Zoe naked, fuckin’ her till she screamed. Packed tight on the crowded route, my body pressed against Zoe’s firm tits, her hard nipples pokin’ through fabric, diggin’ into my own chest, the heat of her skin a distraction from the case files in my head, my own nipples stiffenin’ in response, pussy wettin’ more as I ground my hip subtle against her thigh, feelin’ her tense and push back just enough to make my clit throb. Beside us, a stinking hag and her blue-eyed boy stood; I eyed the kid, fresh meat, barely legal, cock probably hardenin’ in his jeans just from the crowd, while Zoe chuckled at my disgust, her breath hot on my neck, lips grazin’ my ear as she whispered, makin’ my cunt ache.

“Watch this, you dirty fuck,” she hissed low, subtly liftin’ her skirt just enough, her hand brushin’ my ass as she did, sendin’ a jolt through me. The boy, eye-level, got a peek at her barely-there panties, a thin strip over her cunt, barely coverin’ her lips, a damp spot showin’ through as she shifted, lettin’ the fabric ride higher, showin’ her perfect ass, the string vanishin’ between her cheeks, her bare skin inches from his face. She caught his eye, grinned like a fuckin’ predator, and he blushed, turnin’ away fast as she dropped the skirt, the thrill hittin’ me hard, my own pussy drippin’ now, thighs slick under my skirt as I pressed closer to Zoe, my hand slippin’ low to graze her thigh under the crowd’s cover, fingers teasin’ up toward her heat, feelin’ her shiver as I growled soft, “Gonna make you pay for that tease, bitch, gonna eat your fuckin’ pussy till you beg.”

“You’re a fuckin’ minx,” I hissed louder, impressed by her balls, my fingers now brushin’ the edge of her panties under the skirt, feelin’ the damp fabric, the heat of her cunt through it, makin’ her gasp quiet as my own pussy clenched. I couldn’t resist pushin’ my own skirt higher, lettin’ my bare cunt peek out, lips glistenin’ with juice, anglin’ myself so the kid could catch a glimpse if he dared look back. He did, eyes poppin’ wide, starin’ at my wet slit, hand twitchin’ like he wanted to jerk right there as I smirked, whisperin’ low enough for just him to hear, “See somethin’ you wanna lick, boy?” His face burned red, and he bolted at the next stop with his buddy, probably to jack off in an alley, the power rush a sick fuckin’ high, my pussy clenchin’ at the thought of ‘em cummin’ to the memory of my snatch. But as the bus rumbled on, my radio crackled in my bag, a deputy’s voice cuttin’ through, “Sheriff, got a tip Rico Vargas’ crew is movin’ tonight, need eyes on it.” The guilt and danger stung, Laura deservin’ better than me playin’ these fucked-up games while Rico Vargas roamed free, but I buried it under the rush of Zoe’s audacity, my finger slippin’ under the edge of her thong, grazin’ her wet slit quick before pullin’ back, leavin’ her wantin’ more as the bus lurched to a stop.

At her place, a quiet dump on a dead-end street, I lounged on her ratty sofa while she set the table in the kitchen, the smell of cheap beer and stale smoke hangin’ heavy in the air, my eyes locked on her ass as she bent over, skirt ridin’ up again, showin’ the edge of her thong, makin’ my mouth water to rip it off with my teeth. “Ever think of gettin’ out with more than just Peter?” I asked, voice low. “Got my sister Alex and her kid Lilly out in the sticks sometimes,” she muttered, “but they’re as tied to this shithole as I am. Alex keeps askin’ about my late nights, and Lilly’s got that curious gleam—fuck, I hope they don’t get dragged into our kinda mess.” Her words hung there, a reminder of the family she carried too, and a dark fuckin’ thought flickered in me—could they handle the heat of our world, or burn in it like we do? “Where’s your boy?” I asked, glancin’ around the grime-soaked den, half-expectin’ Peter to pop out, half-hopin’ he wouldn’t so I could fuck her without interruption, my pussy already achin’ to grind on hers.

“With grandma, out in the sticks for fresh air,” she replied, tone suggestin’ more than a vacation, her eyes glintin’ as she plated some leftover chili, hips swayin’ deliberate as she moved, knowin’ I was watchin’, teasin’ me with every step, makin’ my clit pulse harder.

“Gotta keep our boys hard and ready, don’t we?” I winked, the dark humor maskin’ the ache in my chest—Martin, Peter, caught in our web. My voice dropped low, husky, as I stood, stalkin’ over to her, pressin’ my body against her back, hands slidin’ to her hips, grindin’ my bare pussy under my skirt against her ass through her uniform, lettin’ her feel the heat, the wetness already there. “Bet you’re soaked thinkin’ about ‘em, huh, you nasty slut? Gonna show me how much of a whore you are for me right fuckin’ now?” I growled into her ear, lips grazin’ her neck, tongue flickin’ out to taste her sweat, makin’ her shiver as my fingers dug into her flesh, pullin’ her tighter against me.

She pulled out a cassette from her closet, then another from a nightstand as we moved back to the sofa, my hand still teasin’ her thigh, slippin’ higher under the skirt, grazin’ her damp panties again, feelin’ her heat as I smirked, wantin’ to rip ‘em off already. “You’ll love this,” she said, holdin’ up the tapes with a wicked grin, sittin’ close, her eyes locked on mine, the heat between us simmerin’ hotter now, her leg pressin’ against mine, bare skin on bare skin, sendin’ jolts to my cunt. “Ever played with girls?”

“Ain’t yet, but I’m fuckin’ game for a hot piece like you in this dump,” I replied, leanin’ back, my tank ridin’ up fully now, baring my tits again, nipples hard as fuck, one leg drappin’ over hers, spreadin’ my thighs to show the edge of my bare pussy under the skirt, wet and ready, darin’ her to look, to touch, my hand slidin’ up her leg now, fingers teasin’ just under her panties, feelin’ the dampness, the promise of distraction too fuckin’ good to resist. “Gonna show me how a real slut eats pussy, Zoe? Make my filthy cunt cum hard before I wreck yours?” I taunted, voice low and dirty, pushin’ her buttons, wantin’ her to snap.