Sherrif Duffy squirmed in his seat as the nubile brunette gyrated in front of him. There was only one other customer in the bar, closing time neared, and he had his head down on the bar, passed out or just relaxing. Duffy smiled and saluted the dancer wwith his glass and a smile. She looked him in the eye and smiled back.
"Take a load off and have a seat," he shouted above the music level. She continued to smile and gladly took the seat next to him.
"Name is Sadie, thanks, my hoofers are really tired at the end of the shift."
Duffy signaled for a drink from the ready-to-close barkeep. He knew what to bring the dusky girl and she gulped the first few swallows greedily.
Duffy admitted, "You really have great moves up there Sadie, I was turned on right away."
"I could see it in your lap. Always good to see you still have it in you to turn guys on, especially experienced lookers."
"You kind of remind of that 'Maniac' girl from a few years back, only with a better rack," he said.
"I'd trade it a minute for Natalie's voice, she probably doesn't have to hump as many guys to make a decent living," she answered with a mock grumpy look.
Laughing, he said "Yeah, and I bet she wishes she could shake her booty half as well as you do and she wouldn't have to shag the ones she does."
Taking another pull on her drink she said "And it is a relief to know I don't need to put out for you in order to work here. Marci said you would show up tonight to help with closing but you were a regular guy. I assume you get compensation, but won't ask how."
"You mean other police chiefs want sexual favors in order for you to dance?", he asked with disbelief.
"Not just the chiefs, some times the whole department," Sadie explained. "Early in my short career, I had to service three guys and one gal in some backwater town, before they would okay my permit to dance." She paused to see how he was taking this all in.
"And I'll bet the woman was the meanest, am I right?," he asked.
"How did you know that? The guys each took about three minutes tops, but this skanky deputy bitch kept me handcuffed to a steering wheel for over an hour while she worked me over."
Duffy said, "There is nothing crueler than another woman with a crank on against a pretty girl. This sounds like a story I need to hear."
"The guys just wanted a quick climax at the office and took their turns but Tiffany made me go off with her in her patrol car." Sadie continued, "She parked behind the ball field, turned off the lights, computer and radio, and told me to strip. I offered to go down on her but she said we would wait until I got naked. I reluctantly stripped in the front seat of the patrol car, Tiffany throwing my clothes in the back seat as soon as I took them off."
"I'll bet you were scared stiff," Duffy said.
"Not as much as I should have been," Sadie exclaimed. "Right away, she made me put my hands behind my head while she shined her six cell on my boobs, nudging them ominously."
"Bet you're pretty proud of these jigglers, aren't ya honey?" Tiffany queried.
"Then she parked the flash on the dash and went to work with her fingers and nails on my nips," Sadie retold the story with a grimace. "She pulled and twisted with one hand while her nightstick was kept across my throat. I really started to sweat when she pulled out cuffs and fastened my wrists to the steering wheel."
"Holy shit," Duffy said, "sounds like you ran into a mean spirited dyke"
"Let's just say she and her nightstick conducted a very thorough search of all my cavities," Sadie continued. "Finally, she sat her pantsless butt on my face while she slapped my boobs red and pounded my pussy with her open hand. I was able to get her off with rapid tongue motion and she let me go, and took me back to the station. I made sure to avoid her the week I stayed in town."
Sadie finished her drink and stood up.
"Thanks for listening to my sad tale and for the drink, think I'll get dressed and head out"
Duffy gulped the last from his own glass and walked over to the door marked 'Private.' He knocked and turned the knob, entering the darkened office. Marci didn't even notice as he approached the desk festooned with papers and ledgers.
He put his hands on the back of her neck and began a gentle but firm massage. She turned and looked up at him with thanks in her eyes.
"Ooh, I need that, keep up the good work, white boy." she smiled.
"Anything to serve mistress Marci," Duffy replied.
He showed up every Friday ostensively to protect the large bank deposit but he was there to make a deposit of his own. Marci had had trouble keeping her liquor license once her husband had run off with a dancer two years ago. Duffy had taken her back with the county board and now took her back every week. Marci had gotten used to the payoffs with her body, it kept her hormones in check and she could focus on raising her teen age daughter. She put the pencil down and leaned back in her chair, relishing the relaxing sensations.