The Cops
The sound of the vacuum cleaner filled the room as Donna busied herself cleaning the last glass splinters from the room. Her mind was far away, contemplating her situation. On autopilot she moved through the room, shifting the furniture to clean underneath as she went. The glass splinters were everywhere, and she wanted them gone so that she wouldn't be reminded of the shameful accident if even one was found later.
She grabbed the dildo from the small table where she had placed it while she cleaned the room. She wanted to take "Lenny" back to the sex room as soon as she could.
The dildo frustrated her not only because she was forced to carry it along everywhere, which was in itself a big problem and a constant threat of being exposed. No, she was also frustrated because, as she knew all too well, it was nearly impossible to mount the fake penis. Its sheer size was just too great. She would ruin her pussy and ass if she forced it inside.
She looked at the dildo hopelessly. It was covered with dried slime and she would have to clean "Lenny" too before locking it back into its box. And the damn glass was still stuck to it.
That's when she sensed that someone was looking at her. Donna literally jumped up when she looked up and noticed two men standing in the living room. Two policemen!
The vacuum cleaner fell to the ground as well as the huge black dildo as Donna quickly tried to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands. With a loud noise the glass attached to the dildo shattered into pieces, forcing everyone's attention to Lenny.
Donna's face turned immediately beat red with shame as she saw the two man look with big eyes at the big black dildo bouncing on the ground until, at last, it came to rest at her feet.
Donna stood still, holding her breath, as the officers first looked at each other, and then at the scene in front of them.
Donna crossed her knees a bit, one over one the other, while her left hand unsurely tried to cover her shaved vagina. Her right hand covered as much as possible of her breasts, hopefully at least her areoles and nipples. A nervous smile was plastered on her red face.
The men were also clearly uncomfortable with the situation. They stood silently looking at the scene in front of them, obviously not knowing what to say or do next.
The man in the back, the taller one with blond hair, had a small smile on his face that he failed to hide. Donna could see that the policeman was trying hard not to openly laugh at her.
The other man, shorter, more muscular, and with black hair, had a stunned expression on his face as his eyes traveled from the big dildo on the ground, to the naked Donna, dressed like a porn star.
Both men stared and measured her body from her black platform heels, to her fishnet stockings, then up to her hips, where her hand was covering her vagina but barely, to her breasts, covered with her other hand but still very much on display, to her face where their eyes met.
It was clear what both policemen thought about what had been going on. After staring at the scene for what seemed like ages, the dark-haired officer tried to speak but the droning vacuum cleaner made it impossible for Donna to make out what he was trying to say to her.
Instead, she just smiled, ashamed, and crossed her legs a bit more. She knew that she had to be one hell of a sight, dressed (or really, undressed) as she was, the slutty makeup on her face.
And last but not least; the damn dildo was right at her feet. As if spooning up on her leg.
But Donna just couldn't make herself move, for fear they would see how truly naked she was, even if they already could see far too much.
Finally, the smaller police officer, excusing himself with hand gestures, walked across the room to the frozen Donna and turned vacuum off. He stepped back to his partner when the room went quiet but moving very slowly and carefully, as if he was handling someone who was trying to commit suicide.
A small silence followed as they adjusted to the lack of noise.
It made it even more humiliating to Donna. She saw them silently staring at her in pure lust, even though they tried to keep it under control.
"We're sorry to interrupt whatever was going on, Ma'am," the officer finally spoke, breaking the silence, "but the lady who just left told us we could go in."
Donna just stood there smiling sheepishly, hoping the ground would open up and swallow her.
"How long had they've been standing there watching me," she wondered.
"We...we need to talk to you," the blond officer continued. "We'll wait outside so you can finish up?"
Donna nodded, still frozen. She was glad when they finally walked away. She could see the smiles on their faces as they left to wait outside, leaving her feeling even more humiliated.
Once gone, Donna looked at herself and knew she had made one hell of a wrong first impression.
"What will they think of me, cleaning the house dressed like this?" she asked herself. "And why did Melinda let them in? That was just such a mean, evil thing to do!"
Donna picked up the dildo and quickly went to her room. As she went up the stairs, she saw the door was wide open still and that the two men were smiling as she scampered up the steps, the big dildo in her hand.
She just knew they had been standing there on purpose to catch her naked one more time.
"The filthy bastards." Donna thought.
But she knew they couldn't help it. They were merely men ogling a naked slut.
It was her fault. After all, she was the one showing off. No man would be able to keep his eyes off her.
In her room, she quickly looked for some decent clothing. A feeling of intense shame wouldn't leave her, and she found herself hyperventilating as she thought about facing the men again.
She stepped out of her shoes, stripped out of the stockings, and put on a business suit. Donna had laid it out to be ready for the afternoon job. She slipped into new, less high shoes and went downstairs.
That's when Dona began to wonder why the police were here.
"It must be because of Vivian." she realized, and that thought brought her back to reality.
Vivian had died and instead of mourning her, Donna was shamelessly playing sex games. Even though she had not done so voluntarily, Donna cursed herself for her lack of will power.
She should have resisted somehow. Now, she had to face the police and they surely would believe that Donna was little more than a heartless, sex-addicted slut.
Downstairs, she let the men waiting at the open door into the kitchen. The living room would be too awkward after what had happened there.
The freezing cold was killing her, and she quickly closed the door behind the officers, following them into the kitchen.
The blond cop observed her silently as the other officer started talking to her.
"I am Officer Allen Dundridge, and this is Officer Michael Plow. We came here because of the accident involving your friend Vivian McDonahue. We want to ask you some questions."
"Okay," Donna said as she thought again about Vivian's fate.
She leaned against the fridge; she didn't want to sit down. Not with them standing tall.
"You are Mrs. Donna Alldring?"
"Yes."
