Ice Princess Ch 06

Danielle moved through the crowd like a pro. She knew where to step and which direction to move in so that she was always moving ahead of the party. What could Bill want she wondered? Had she forgotten to do something before she came out onto the floor?

Her eyes searched for him. He wasn't so attractive; how could he be attractive? He was a whopping two hundred-fifty pounds on a five foot nine inch body. His hair was short, almost cropped in style. He was hairless more or less. His beard even refused to grow like a normal mans beard. Yet, she found him suddenly sexy. She could feel him no matter how far away he was. She craved him.

"What's up, Bill?" she asked as she walked to his side. To his immediate left she saw Josie who appeared to be smiling. Now she knew something was up. Josie never smiled like that unless 'someone' was in trouble. She figured it must be her.

"Danielle," said Bill unhappily, "we need to have a talk." He motioned her toward his office.

"Is something wrong, Bill?" She asked as she fell into step beside him. They headed towards the white door. Something felt odd.

"Now don't get excited," Bill whispered as they neared his office. "But the police need to talk to you about what happened the other night with Chuck."

He hesitated for a few moments just outside the door. "You remember Chuck don't you, the big party on Halloween night?" He sounded concerned. She knew the right answers. She swallowed hard and replied.

"I don't want to talk to the police, Bill. I don't like men in uniforms," she started toward the floor and he caught her arm before she could go any further.

"Honey, you've got no choice, everyone will have to speak to them." A frown covered his face as he motioned her toward the door. "Just get it over with and then come see me in the lounge."

He cupped her chin in his hand and lifted it upwards so that he could see into her eyes.

"You'll be ok." he said, and walked away. Danielle watched him go. Her eyes fell to Josie who gave her a nasty look. She was standing near the edge of the dance floor. Danielle turned away deciding to ignore her.

She took several deep breaths and gently, turned the door knob. She was confident she could handle the situation. She had to put on a good show for the eye's in the room who she knew was watching. Josie was a pain in her side.

"Hi," she said to the unsmiling police officer who she saw sitting in the room alone. He smiled in return and held out his hand to her.

"Hi, I'm Officer Dillon." He motioned her to take the seat in front of him. She sat down and crossed her legs pointing them in the opposite direction. She pulled her skirt down and tried to appear innocent.

This one wasn't hungry he was well fed. She lifted an eyebrow realizing that she could still smell the scent. It was fresh on his skin, and it was from several different women; not long ago. This man might have been involved with a threesome or he'd been with several women one right after the other. That was something you didn't often find when you were dealing with a man of the law. Perhaps, he'd recently been to a cat house? A smile broke out across her face, and she had to battle to hide it. In the little town of Somerset, Ohio, was that even possible? Were there any cat houses in these woods?

"Now Miss..." he looked down at his clipboard.

"Danielle," she spoke up quickly, "Just call me Danielle."

"Ok, Danielle," he replied with a simulated smile. He made her feel as if it were an effort to wrap his tongue around her name. She decided to ignore it.

"What can you tell me about the events that led up to the strange actions of Chuck Armstrong on the night of October 31st?"

He tapped his paper with his pen and added. "I understand he tried to force himself on you." There was that grin again. This time it suggested he'd like to be doing that to her himself. She swallowed hard. Her body wanted to tremble. She hadn't felt like this in years. Surely she was over it by now? She didn't want to remember.

"Come on Danielle you know you want to suck it! My Mr. Happy is all you ever dream of...why resist it?" A long well built piece of meat flashed over her face. Forcefully it was brushed against her sealed lips. The sweaty balls seemed overheated and bulging pressed against her chin.

Fingers swept across her cheek, sweeping her hair from her face. "Let me look at you," said the same voice, "I want to see the woman who sucks me off for the first time in bondage."

"That's all your fat ass is worth you know, sucking off what no one wants to put inside you."

He laughed, and pressed it harder against her lips. "You suck or I'll put clips on your tits, and believe me sweetheart those hurt." He held them up for her to see with his free hand.

"Believe me Jack won't want you after this," he chuckled, "you'll be lucky if he even gives you the time of day..."

"Miss..." She heard a voice in front of her. "Danielle?" Fingers brushed her hand. She stood up quickly. "Don't touch me!" She said overly loud and then realized where she was.

"I'm sorry," she replied, and sat back down. "Chuck was the groom right?"

"Yes," he answered somewhat in hesitation. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you or anything like that."

"I'm fine," replied Danielle, unhappy that she'd bounced back to high school days...that never should have happened.

"Chuck was drunk," she answered, wanting to just get this over with.

He had the potential to be dangerous. This was danger she couldn't control. She could smell rape all over him. It came out in droves and seeped into her skin. She wanted to crawl away- Never again...

"He was after all the ladies," she whispered. Her eyes seemed to sink back into her head. The room felt rather warm.

"What's happened to him?" she asked, letting her hand rub her neck. She needed to get out of here and soon.

"He's been admitted into Hallow Springs," he took a deep breath, "It's a nuthouse."

He flipped a few more pages, and wrote something down. "Do you know who his princess is?"

"All the ladies," she replied, hoping no one would realize it was her, and tell him.

"Do you think he was on any drugs?" He tapped his pen against his papers again. Each time his pen hit the paper it sounded like a sonic boom to Danielle.

She reached out and stilled his hand knowing it would be far wiser not to touch him. A thrill ran through her body and she found it difficult to breathe.