Chapter 8: Sergeant Barnes

Just as she finished washing the white powder off the mirror there was a knock on her door. She just assumed that the commissioner had changed his mind about finding his wife. He certainly deserved more than a quickie for what he’d given her. She put the hundreds in the drawer and walked out of the bathroom. In the living room, she saw the five hundred dollar chip on the coffee table and palmed it before she opened the door. She was still mellow from the coke and didn’t even think to look through the peephole before opening the door.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she said surprised.

Barnes grinned and pushed his way inside. He closed the door, grabbed her arm, and placed a handcuff over her wrist. He grabbed her other arm, spun her around and handcuffed her arms behind her back. “You’re under arrest for prostitution.”

“What? You can’t do this. I’m not a prostitute,” she said over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah, where did you get this?” he asked prying the chip from her hand. “Five hundred,” he exclaimed examining the chip. “Not bad for under an hour’s work.”

Marissa looked stricken. “It’s mine, I ... I won it gambling.” She said a little too quickly and then before she knew it, she started to cry.

He walked over and grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. He took out her driver’s license. “Hmmm, Marissa Henderson.” He read her address out loud. “Where’s that?” he demanded.

“It’s near San Diego,” she said sobbing.

“I see a wedding ring on your finger. Are you married?”

“Y ... yes.”

“Why are you in Vegas turning tricks for Rocky?”

“I’m not turning tricks.”

He roughly grabbed her arm, spun her around and waved the chip in front of her face. “You’re a fuckin whore and I think that’s how the judge will see it; or maybe we should talk to that old guy that just left your room.” He pushed her and the back of her legs came in contact with the couch causing her to sit abruptly. He grabbed the front of her robe and it gaped open. There wasn’t anything she could do about it with her hands handcuffed behind her back.

“I’ll have to take this as evidence,” he stated as he stuffed the chip in his pants pocket. Then he reached down and spread the robe wide open and leered at her naked breasts. Marissa had never felt so humiliated. He put his hand on her right breast as tears streamed down her face.

“Think this is bad?” he said, “Wait until the bull dykes down at the jail do their strip search. But don’t worry, the maximum is only six months in jail and a thousand dollar fine; you’re first offense, you’d probably only do two months.” He slid his hand down her flat stomach until his fingers entered her golden triangle. As his fingers ran through her pubic hair she shivered involuntarily. “Hmmm, nice,” he leered.

She could see his crooked, tobacco stained teeth as he smiled. “Don’t please,” she begged.

“I hear there is only a three day wait until arraignment too. That’s not so bad; three days in a holding cell with drug addicts and street prostitutes and I understand the food is almost digestible.” He pushed her legs apart with both hands and slid two fingers between her mounds. “Hmmm, it feels to me like you and that old guy had carnal knowledge. I wonder what your husband will have to say when he has to come bail you out on Monday.”

She didn’t say anything. She just stared down at the floor and tears streamed down her face.

He moved back and put his wet finger under her chin and lifted her face until she was looking at him. “You know I could let you go ... Sort of time off for good behavior.” He let the statement hang in the air as he lifted his wet finger and ran it across her lips.

Smelling the sex that wafted up from his finger, she looked up at him hopefully. He unzipped his pants to make his point and Marissa quickly understood. “You mean if I have sex with you,” she stated as she resisted licking her lips.

“Ah for someone new to town, you catch on fast. You and I are going to get along fine.”

Marissa felt another tear roll down her cheek. Right now, she wasn’t feeling very smart.

He undid his pants and pulled out his limp cock. “Well, what’s it going to be? This or three nights in lockup, your reputation and marriage ruined, a criminal record, two months in county; shall I go on?” He gave her an evil smile and added, “Oh and in case you heard the reports of ten female inmates being raped, those are just rumors; actually, it was twelve.”

Resigned, she closed her eyes and knelt at his feet. She could smell residual cigarette smoke on his clothes. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke.

“Good choice,” he said.

She opened her mouth and took the head of his penis in. Oddly, she hadn’t minded the old commissioner. It was sort of a mercy fuck, but she found the sergeant’s soft dick disgusting.

“Come on, take it all in,” he complained. “Get me hard.”

She opened her mouth wide and took the rest of his penis into her mouth and sucked. After a couple of minutes his penis was nearly hard, she looked up and asked, “How about taking off the handcuffs.”

“No, I like it better this way.” He wiggled his cock in front of her face and she reluctantly took it back between her lips.

She sucked his dick for four or five minutes before it got too long for her to swallow. Since she was unable to use her hands to stroke his cock all she could do was bob her head up and down. “Come on, if you want to be a player in this town you have to learn to do better than that. Swallow it all.” He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed down, forcing his cock down her throat.

Marissa couldn’t breathe and it took all of her self-control to keep from gagging. He kept the pressure on the top of her head, and she bobbed her head a couple of times until she had to breathe. She lifted her head and fortunately he let her. She let his cock slide out and she took a deep breath and coughed.

“Come on my pretty young whore; you’ve got to learn how to suck cock better than that,” he said with a sneer.

She took a deep breath and put her lips back over the head of his cock. This time she voluntarily pushed her head down until most of his six plus inches was down her throat. As she began bobbing her head, he patted her on the top of the head. “That’s better; maybe you do have what it takes,” he said as she was able to take his entire length down her throat each time he pushed her head down. “Your husband’s gunna thank me,” he said smugly.

Her jaw muscles and throat were sore when he finally came. He again held her head down until he was completely drained. She could feel his cum burning its way down to her stomach when she swallowed and when he finally let go, she quickly pulled her head up and coughed again.

Cum continued to ooze out of the slit in his cock and he said, “Come on whore, don’t waste it; lick it clean.”

She stuck out her tongue and licked the length of his pole, catching the cum that was dripping down before taking the head and sucking. After she swallowed and let his cock slide out, she asked, “Can you please take the handcuffs off now?”

“We’re not done yet my pretty young thing,” he said nastily.

“God this is awful,” she muttered, her voice horse.

“Would you rather go downtown? I still not too late you know.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s my girl.” He roughly grabbed her arm and lifted her to a standing position.

“Ouch, be careful.”

Ignoring her complaint, he led her into the bedroom and roughly pushed her onto the bed on her stomach. “Here, let’s take this off,” he said as he opened the cuff on her right wrist.

Marissa assumed that he was finally taking the cuffs off, but instead he pulled the robe down her shoulders and threw it on the floor. Taking her left wrist, he turned her over and snapped the empty cuff to the bed post.

“What are you doing?”

“Just staying in control, my pretty young whore.” She was on her stomach and he put his hand on the small of her back, leaned over and bit, none too playfully, on her buttock.

“OWWW!” she screamed.

He stood and grinned at her lasciviously. “Say, would you like a drink? I’d like a drink.” Not expecting an answer, he turned and left the bedroom. Almost immediately he returned, unhooked the phone next to the bed and set it out of her reach before leaving again.

In a moment she heard ice dropping into a glass. She tried to pull her hand out of the cuff, but it was too tight. There was nothing she could do so in a small act of defiance she grabbed the bedcover with her free hand and pulled it over her body, wincing from the bite on her ass.

“My, aren’t you being modest,” he said as he returned to the room. He sat his drink down on the nightstand and started to pull the cover off of her, but she held tight to one corner. This only made him angry and he slapped her.

Marissa looked up at him, stunned, with tears welling in her eyes. “You’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” he said angrily. He pulled the cover off her and picked up his drink. He took a deep breath and seemed to calm down; then sat down at the foot of the bed and watched her while he savored his drink. He casually put a hand on her left foot. “I just love the feeling of a stocking covered foot; so silky and smooth.”

She thought about pulling her foot away, but instead she just didn’t answer him. His hand stroked her foot and lower leg as he finished his drink while leering at her. She closed her eyes tightly shut; willing him to finish and leave. She felt him get up off of the bed and she opened her eyes. He left the room for a minute then returned with a couple of the small liquor bottles from the honor bar.