Party Girl Gets Owned - Part 3
Chapter 1 - Breakfast at Mindy's
Hi guys, Trish here. Real quick, just wanted to clue you in on some details that might help you get a better understanding of what my state of mind is right now. Assuming that you care, or that you read my last two chapters, then you can only imagine what kind of roller coaster ride this has been.
Also, as far as the ass kicking I recently received, I sort of deserved that. Mindy did it because she cared for me, and I honestly believe that. I've been needing something like that for a long time. She saw that in me.
Let me fill you in a little bit about what happened after that night.
Mindy put together this interesting little healthy plate of breakfast food for us, with fresh juice, and we just sat there nibbling on the treats with our fingers as with both leaned in on the table, fully attentive to one another, challenging each other, respectfully, with personal questions back and forth, one after another.
It was playful and exciting, because we both wanted to know so much about each other.
We went places that you couldn't imagine. We both felt comfortable with ourselves enough to not have to lie to one another.
We really hit it off, and went deep, deep, deep. The more she told me, the more I told her. It became darkly contesting, while at the same time, boldly honest.
It was clear that we we sharing secrets to each other that nobody has ever known. We both felt like we were escaping a dark prison, together, helping each other find our way out.
We learned a lot about each other during that delightful breakfast.
After dishes, she brought me into her bedroom and laid me down on her bed and undressed me. There was no hesitation on my part. She did things to me that I can't tell you, right now, not that it was sinister, but because I'm focused on catching you up to date on this crazy situation.
Let me just say, for now, that it was very intense. I never knew sex between a couple girls could be like this, and I don't know how to describe it at this point. I'm still trying to come to figure this all out myself.
Thank you for understanding.
So, the following day, I went back to my halfway house, grabbed my shit and hopped back in Mindy's cruiser.
We sped off back to her place, stopping off at the market to stock up on supplies along the way. I had no idea what I was going to tell my dad.
He wasn't aware that I was bailing out of my half-way home to live with a strict cop, and woman at that. Even I was worried.
I wasn't sure if I had it in me to change my ways, though I really wanted to. I knew that if I chose this path, my party days were over.
I'm sure once in a while we'd have a toast, but for the most part, I was pretty sure that I would have to change my ways. She is indeed inspiring and I do admire her.
One last thing I need to tell you. She has a way of making me open up and telling her everything about me. I spilled my guts out to her. I'm not sure if that was a good idea, or not. Time will tell.
I learned a lot about her too, but she holds back a lot and she is quite the mystery to me. I really don't know much about her, except every aspect of her body, but I hope to learn more about her, as a person.
She hasn't brought up anything about that FBI email, which isn't surprising. I would really like to know, and wonder if she doesn't trust me enough to mention it. I am sort of a sleazy and untrustworthy slut, I admit.
With all that being said, lets get on with the story.
Chapter 2 - Running into an Old Friend
It's been a couple weeks since I moved in with her. She goes to work early and I sleep in.
Sometimes, I'm still so horny from our sex the night before, so I just stay in bed and rub my vagina, while thinking of Mindy's lips nibbling on my clit.
Her personality is that of one who doesn't put up with bullshit. She is confident and disciplined. She knows damned well who she is and nobody is going to change her.
She needs to be understood, but because she's so complicated, nobody ever really gets to know her.
The only reason I wanted to move in with her and stay as long as I have, for that matter, is because she is such a good fuck. She does things to me that I could never of had imagined.
She tells me how to please her, commanding me, telling me what to do, to every detail. How to move, what to do, where to lay.
She uses her hands to guide me, such as grabbing my head and guiding it towards her pelvis.
I understand my role with her, in bed and out, and I am comfortable with it. I trust her and respect her. She is so much more of an accomplished woman than I am. I feel lucky that she likes me. I do.
Once we're together inside that bedroom, I belong to her. I am always eager to see what she has in store for me next. I like her confidence with taking authority.
Maybe that's why she became a cop. Honestly, it fucking turns me on. I like this bitch telling what the fuck to do in my life, for once.
The fact that I even put up with her shit is because I know that she really fucking cares about me. She's pissed off that I had to be such a fuck up, and she's letting me know. It's her way, or the highway.
I ain't dumb.
She knows that, or she wouldn't be wasting her time on me.
Yeah, I've got a nice ass, but I don't think that's going enough, all by itself, to pass Mindy's standards.
I'm glad I had the common sense to realize all of this.
It was a Saturday when I had just gotten back from a job interview at the city hall. I was applying for a receptionist position. Of course Mindy arranged it all.
I wasn't exactly thrilled to commit to a job, but I knew Mindy was only trying to help. If I would've looked the least bit interested, she probably would've told me to 'Get the fuck out!'. I didn't want to let her down.
As I'm making a sandwich, I hear her cruiser pull up. Unusual since she wasn't supposed to be back for another 4 hours.
"Hey Trish" she said cheerfully as she walked in." She throws a bag down on the table.
"What's that?"
"It's a cadet uniform. I thought maybe you'd like to ride a long with me for the rest of my shift." she boldly suggests.
"Uh, yeah, okay, I'll go put it on." I say hesitantly.
I drop what I'm doing and strip down right there in the kitchen and put it on. She has this great big grin on her face as I dress into the uniform.
"How do I look?"
"You look like me. How do you feel?" asks Mindy
"Powerful" Trish proudly declares.
We just drove around for the most part. She showed me a couple of her hiding spots on the side of the road and we basically just patrolled around listening to the police radio. The dispatch that came next would change our world.
Police radio, "We have an altercation...blah, blah, blah." She hit the sirens and split a u turn and off we were. The disturbance call we received was in a place called Hidden Trails. I grew up in that area.
Mindy pulls around the corner and we see a boy and girl screaming in each others faces. I quickly recognize the girl. She's Tonya's little sister. Tonya and I were on and off again friends. We just lived closed to one another, so we played growing up. I didn't know her younger sister that well, but always thought she was the better of the two. I think she was 23, or was it 24, oh it doesn't matter.
Mindy tells me to stay put as she quickly pulls over blocking half the street, jumping out of her car and...
"Hey, what seems to be the problem here guys?"
Alicia, my friend Tonya's younger sister is all in tears and obviously very distraught.
The dude says, "I just want her the fuck out of here. This is MY house and and I want her out!"
Mindy is able to calm them both down and now I can't hear what they say. Mindy is listening and talking to them for about 15 minutes and then I watch the guy go back into the house while they still stand there talking. I can see Alicia still in tears, and it looks like Mindy is sympathetic to her.
Mindy gestures her to stay there and I watch her walk back to the car.
"Her boyfriend wants her out." Mindy says with a defeated look.
"That's my friends little sister. I know who she is. This isn't fair."
