Chapter 6
"Do we really have to hang out with your friends?" Britney asked as she stared closely into the vanity. "You know I don't like them."
The brunette sat on the bed with her legs crossed, just watching as Britney finished doing her makeup. "You don't have to, but you said you were willing to. Besides, why are you spending so much time getting ready if you hate them so much?"
"Because I'm a model, so my appearance matters. What if I go out in public and someone catches a picture of me not looking my best?"
"You always look good," Sarah responded as she got up from the bed and approached her girlfriend from behind. Patting the blonde on the butt, she explained, "We're just going to a small bar, anyway. Drinks are on me, okay?"
Britney closed the cap on her eyeliner before rolling her eyes. "Whatever."
Sarah could do nothing but shrug her shoulders as she let out a little sigh. It wasn't surprising that her high maintenance girlfriend was acting like a brat just because they were going to hang out with some of her coworkers. However, she knew there was nothing she could do to change Britney's attitude about it.
On the way to the bar, both ladies sat quietly as they reflected on their relationship. Though Britney was trying to be more understanding, she still had difficulty dealing with Sarah's twelve-hour overnight shifts. And though Sarah understood dealing with Britney would always be a battle, there were times she was just tired of always being the mature one.
They had been through ups and downs, good times and rough times. The young couple had even gone through times when they were having crazy sex all the time, followed by no sex at all. However, despite all the craziness in their relationship, there was never even a thought about a breakup, because both women knew they were only meant for each other.
Britney reluctantly followed Sarah to a table in the uncrowded bar where they joined her coworkers, Kenzie and Chelsea. The blonde never cared for the two women that worked with her girlfriend, especially after she caught them staring at them during graduation. Although she wouldn't admit it, the prissy woman could only see them as competition.
"Hey!" Sarah said that she took a seat. Then, noticing that the table only consisted of the two women, she asked, "Neither of you brought your boyfriends?"
"We wanted it to be a girl's night," Kenzie explained.
Britney quickly rolled her eyes and looked the other way. "Then why am I here?"
All three women paused as they stared at the annoyed blonde. Eventually, Sarah spoke up, pointing out, "You're a girl..."
"Yeah, obviously! But now I'm like the... fourth wheel."
Chelsea looked around at the other women before stuttering, "But a fourth wheel would be normal..."
"Don't even bother," Sarah interrupted, tapping her coworker on the shoulder. "Just... You know what she meant..."
The three deputies tried to maintain a conversation that would include Britney, but it was clear the spoiled model wasn't in the mood to participate. After several attempts to get her to talk, resulting in only one or two-word answers, the girls eventually moved on to work talk. This allowed Britney's mind to wander off, and do what she loved to do the most: hate on other women.
I don't get why Sarah thinks these girls are such good officers,
the bratty woman thought as she sipped on her cocktail.
They don't look that tough to me. Hell, I could take them two-on-one. I'd have them both bent over my knees, getting their asses spanked... They wouldn't even know what hit them.
"Have you gotten used to dating a deputy?" Kenzie asked, snapping Britney out of her thoughts.
After shaking her head, the blonde admitted, "I don't like her shift."
"We know you don't like her shift," Chelsea said, jumping in. "Our boyfriends don't like it either. I think she was talking about the idea of Sarah doing law enforcement."
"Yeah," Kenzie agreed, nodding her head. "Is it weird seeing Sarah have a role of authority?"
With a couple of drinks in the model, she did her best not to blush as she looked down. "I don't see her like that," she said, smiling to herself as she remembered giving Sarah a hard spanking the last time they had sex. "I'm still in charge..."
Realizing what the blonde was referring to, Sarah quickly attempted to change the subject. "I know you guys think I'm athletic, but Brit is actually pretty athletic herself. She was the cheer captain at our high school, and with her modeling career, she has a pretty tough work out regimen."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," the model answered with her nose in the air. "Sometimes, Sarah can't even keep up with me."
"Is that true?"
"I'll admit, it hasn't been easy finding time to exercise," the brunette admitted. "It's also hard to eat healthy when you work overnight."
"Have you gained a lot of weight?" Kenzie asked.
"Sort of," Sarah admitted, as she took a big sip of her whiskey. She used to rarely drink, but since becoming an officer, it had become more of a normal occurrence. "I lost a few pounds in the academy, but I've gained it all back... and then some..."
Britney was ready to snicker at her girlfriend, thinking about the extra pounds she had gained. She was proud of her tight little body, so easily noticed when Sarah didn't look as toned as she used to. But just when she was about to laugh at the other women's expense, Sarah said something that stopped her in her tracks.
"Even my boobs have gotten bigger from the extra weight... I moved up a cup size."
The blonde suddenly found herself leaning towards her brunette girlfriend. "What... did... you... say?"
"My boobs barely fit my older bras," Sarah explained, trying not to speak too loudly. "So, I bought a bigger cup size to see if it would fit better... and it does..."
Trying her best not to stare directly at Sarah's chest, Britney stuttered, "So... you're... a D-cup now?"
The brunette nodded her head slowly before trying to defend herself. "Yes, but if I lose the extra weight I've gained, I'll probably be able to fit my older bras again."
