She knew he was nervous. It was inevitable. Men always hated to be dragged into the station. It didn't help when it was a woman doing the dragging. Between the perps who gave her hell because she was a woman to the other cops who treated her like a little debutante, she was damn lucky if she got any respect at all. Today, she'd had a really lucky day, a regular better-buy-a-lottery-ticket- cause-you're-really-gonna-win kind of day. She'd been called into court early this morning. Her partner was supposed to be there but he'd come down with a really bad head cold and couldn't get out of bed. She'd taken her five-minute shower, pulled her hair back in a clip, threw on her black suit and headed to court. She'd been in such a rush to get dressed, she'd forgotten to put on her bra and hadn't worn a dress shirt underneath her suit jacket. Lucky for her, she didn't need to bend over much in court.
As she exited the court room after her testimony, her cell phone rang. She was needed at the station. For the last week, her and her partner had been trying to track down this man to ask a few questions. His esteemed neighbor down the block had gotten dragged in for selling drugs. The police just wanted to make sure they had everyone. Supposedly the guy they picked up this morning had been home the night of the major drop and they needed to find out if he heard anything. For the last week, he'd been out of town, in meetings or just plain unavailable. Out of desperation, the detectives had sent out a squad car and picked him up. Nope, he probably wasn't going to be too thrilled about this one.
Grabbing the file off her desk, she headed towards Interrogation Room 3 where Alex Smith was being held. Court hadn't gone well, so she wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Slamming open the door, she sat down at the table across from Mr. Smith. The first look across his face was shock and then, and this was the look she was used to, anger and defiance. A woman. Great!
For his part, Mr. Smith started complaining about being dragged in, having his day disrupted, his reputation smudged. She didn't really care. After listening to him moan and groan for five minutes, she slammed the file down on the table.
"Shut the fuck up!"
He stopped mid-sentence, shocked.
"I don't give a damn how you feel, do you understand me. I'm going to get answers and you are going to give them to me. This isn't going to be good cop-bad cop. There's only me and I'm the bad cop. Nod your fucking head if you've got that?"
He nodded. She noticed something about him change. He was less defiant. Maybe this whole bad cop thing wasn't such a bad idea.
"Now, you're going to tell me what I want or things are going to get very bad for you. Where you home on July 1st, around 11:00 at night? Nod if you were."
He nodded again. Moving around the table to stand next to him, she leaned over, resting her hands on the table. Her suit jacket opened slightly and he had a good view of her naked breasts. Mr. Smith's eyes locked onto her nipples.
"Mr. Smith, did you hear anything unusual that night? Any strange noises you wouldn't normally hear?"
He didn't answer. His concentration was focused on the sight of her ripe nipples and her firm pale breasts. She looked down and saw what he was staring at.
"Mr. Smith! You aren't here to look at my tits. You're hear to answer my fucking questions."
She grabbed his chin in her hand and rolled his head up to look at her. She saw his eyes get glassy and his tongue licked his lips. She looked down and noticed that he was beginning to get a tent in the groin of his pants. So this was turning him on. Well, she could make him very uncomfortable, if that was what he wanted.
"You think you are all that, don't you? You think you're some big shot who doesn't have to answer my questions? Well, asshole, you're wrong. I can make you do anything I want you to. Right now, you think you're getting something really good, like you're watching your own private tit show staring down my jacket. Guess what? You don't know shit."
The more she talked to him, yelling and swearing at him, the more turned on he was getting. She was beginning to get wet just thinking about the possibilities. Slamming one fist down on the table and using the other hand to push his chair back, she got his full attention focused back on her and what she was saying. The tent in his pants grew even more.
Sitting up on the table, she pulled her skirt up one side, revealing her leg and the garter holding her stockings up. With the tip of her pointed shoes, she rested her foot on the chair, right between his legs. He sat up straighter as the sharp point of her shoe nestled over his groin. She was getting hot.
"Did you see your neighbor at all that night? Did you see him or anyone else acting strange in the neighborhood? We know about your hobby, Mr. Smith. We know you like to bring home young college students and take their pictures. We've seen them, Mr. Smith, and you are one sick bastard. I can make all that disappear. I can make the notes we have disappear or I can make sure the newspapers get copies of the pictures. How do you want this to go, Mr. Smith?"
No answer. He seemed fixated by her. His eyes were staring at her bare leg, the slit of her skirt having fallen to the side. Slowly, she moved the tip of her shoe, rubbing against his groin gently.
"Mr. Smith, I don't seem to have your attention anymore...."
She pushed the tip of her pointed shoe into his groin and he jumped up in the chair. She had stuck his groin and he'd loved it.
"Ah, now I have your attention. Is that what it takes, Mr. Smith? Being mean to you? Causing you pain? Well I can do that, Mr. Smith."
Reaching behind her, she grabbed her hand cuffs and brought them around in front of her. His eyes locked onto the gleaming metal. Swinging them around on one finger, she held them up.
"I think I know of a way to get your full attention."
Slipping off the table, she walked behind him and grabbed one arm. Pulling it back roughly, she grabbed the other arm and pulled it back. He cried out briefly as she pulled his shoulders back and cuffed his hands together tightly behind his back. The cuffs cut into his wrists, marking him. Standing and turning his chair, she pushed his legs apart with her knee. Standing between his legs, she could hear him pant. He was excited, his cock straining in his pants.
"I'll tell you what we're going to do now, Alex. I'm going to ask a question, you're going to answer. If you don't answer, or you get smart with me, I'm going to have to punish you. Got it? Good."
Leaning back against the table, her hands braced behind her, she smiled.
"Did you hear your neighbor, Mr. Tompkins, on the night of July 1st?"
He mumbled a yes as his eyes never left her.
"Good boy."
She undid the first button on her jacket. His face flushed as he began to understand what the reward would be.
"Did you see your neighbor, Mr. Tompkins, on the night of July 1st?"
Again, he mumbled a yes. She undid the second button on her jacket. The top of her jacket sagged from the release, revealing even more of her chest.
