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Summary: Kate interrogates Cordelia.
Note: There is a bit of kinkyness here and some semi-non-consensual activities. Just in case that's not your thing.
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Summer in Los Angeles, hot and humid with a gritty quality to the air from all the particulate matter floating in the smog. As a result, the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel was stuffy due to the inability of the ancient air-conditioning system to adequately cool off the large structure.
Cordelia Chase grumbled under her breath about the heat as she got caught up on paperwork. With Angel and the rest out of the office for the day, it was easier. Usually someone came barging in and...
"Alright, where it he?" Kate Lockley demanded as she stormed into the former hotel's lobby.
"Where's who? Oh...and knock much?" Cordy smiled bitchily at the attractive LAPD Homicide detective.
"Ms Chase, I have a series of unexplained crimes that are a royal pain in my ass. I do not need some actress-wannabe adding to that. Where's Angel?"
"Jeez, just 'cause you have a badge and all, it's not reason to be rude. How about 'Hi, Cordy. How are you? Have you seen Angel lately?'" The beautiful brunette smirked as she said this.
"Listen missy, I'm looking for your boss, not a lot of lip from you. Keep up with this...uncooperative attitude and I'll arrest you for interfering with an officer of the law."
Cordy looked at the slightly older blonde in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare!"
Kate came around the counter and pulled Cordy into the office behind them, slamming the door. "Sit down in that chair and talk to me Chase."
"Hey, Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS, or whoever you're channeling now, don't try these strong-arm tactics on me. I know how to defend myself." Regardless of her words, Cordy did sit in the old wooden office chair.
Kate smirked, it was not a friendly look. "Ilsa, eh? Okay, we can work with that."
She walked behind the chair, jerked Cordy's arms behind her, and cuffed the brunette with the chain going through the slats of the chair. Kate moved to the front of the chair, pulled another pair of cuffs out from under her jacket and shackled the speechless Cordelia's ankles.
"Now, you want more?"
Finally, clearing her throat hoarsely, Cordelia said, "What's the big idea? This is not funny, Detective. Unlock me right now!"
"Mouthy little bitch, aren't you? Gonna have to put a stop to that." Kate hiked up her skirt, then slid her panties down to the floor. She grabbed Cordy's jaw with one hand and shoved her panties in the girl's mouth with the other.
She looked around for something to secure the gag with and saw a trench coat on a hook. She grabbed the belt and wrapped it around the brunette's head, tying it off in back.
Kate stood back with a small, evil grin on her face as she tapped her lower lip with her index finger. "Hmm...what else would Ilsa do? Oh, I know..."
Stepping forward, the cop grabbed the front of Cordy's designer blouse and tore it open. Buttons bounced around the room.
"Not enough," Kate muttered. She opened the desk drawer and found a pair of scissors. "Perfect," she said as she snipped the black, demi-cup bra between Cordelia's large mounds.
The brunette tried to scream around the panties at the outrages her wardrobe was suffering. But, instead, she tasted something beyond white cotton. It was tangy and not exactly unpleasant.
Kneeling, Kate lifted Cordelia's ass off the seat then yanked the skin-tight jeans down her legs. They gathered near the brunette's cuffed ankles. Grabbing the scissors again, she cut the black lace panties at the crotch and pulled them away.
