"Do you really want me to do this?" Jean asked.
She looked at Officer Leo. Her face was blotchy, wet, eyes puffy and she needed to blow her nose.
He pointed to the box of tissues on the end table.
She grabbed a handful and loudly blew her nose, grabbed some more and dabbed at the tears on her face.
"Thank you," she said, feeling better now that her face was dry and sinuses empty.
Leo answered her, "Totally your call. I'm not forcing you to do anything. That's not how I roll."
She glared at him, "We both know it's not my call. If I leave you'll have your buddies arrest him."
Leo pointed out, "What the two of you were doing is against the law."
Leo was referring to the acitivity Jean and her boyfriend were doing in a public place.
When Officer Leo walked up to the parked car, he found Jean completely naked and on her back, legs spread wide, and her boyfriend Miguel performing cunnilingus on her.
He continued, "I should have arrested the two of you right then for public indecency and sodomy. Oral sex is still against the law in Texas."
"You should have warned us and let us go. We wouldn't have come back."
"That would have been too easy. You two needed to be taught a lesson."
He turned his back to her and walked to the wet bar. Not wise he thought given the situation and her emotional state, but he thought she needed something to calm her nerves.
He poured them each a rum and coke, hers considerably more heavy on the rum than his.
He walked over and offered her a glass.
He didn't know if she would slap it out of his hand or accept it. He knew she was really upset and emotionally fragile.
She took the glass, put it to her lips, and took several large swallows.
"Easy Jean," he advised her, guessing she wasn't much of a drinker.
She put the almost empty glass down and resignedly said, "I might as well be drunk."
He nodded his head in disagreement, "Relaxed, not drunk. I'm not a monster."
She laughed, "In my book you are. You're extorting us."
There was no point in arguing with her.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested.
She stood up.
"The room at the end of the hall."
He let her go first, then followed.
In the bedroom, he asked her to take off her clothes.
She glared at him, but did as he asked.
What he was doing was so demeaning she thought.
Shirt, bra, sandals, jeans, and finally her panties. She placed her clothes on a chair.
"You have a smoking hot body, Jean. Miguel's a lucky man. Turn around slowly."
She did.
"Satisfied?" Jean asked, wondering if that was all he wanted.
He ignored her question and told her to pull the comforter down and get on the bed.
He locked eyes with her. He liked women who had fire in their eyes and Jean's were volcanic.
She hated him, his arrogance, his uniform, badge, and gun, but most off all his authority and betrayal.
"Our familes know each other. How are you going to look them in the eye the next time you see them?"
"Won't be a problem," he assured her before asking, "Are you cold?"
"Not at all," she answered before looking at her breasts and seeing her erect nipples.
"Aroused?"
"Hardly," she replied her voice dripping contempt.
"Play with them."
She did as he asked, doing what Miguel did to them.
She was still very angry with Officer Leo.
"You're even sexier when you're mad."
She assured him, "I'm very mad at you."
"Those nipples say you're not. Rub your clit."
She took her left hand and placed it between her legs, located her clitoris, and softly rubbed it.
"Keep playing with your nipples and rub your clit harder."
She used her right hand taking turns with each nipple and rubbed harder.
Eyes locked on his, she rubbed harder. In spite of her anger she found herself getting aroused.
"Very hot, prima."
"We're not related Leo."
"Actually we are." He explained how their family trees were joined.
