SOMETIMES THE WORM BITES BACK
Smiling to himself as he walked into the bar Tony looked around, his predatory grin widening. Dave's Den had never disappointed him and tonight was no exception. The place was about half full of guys just getting off work and hookers looking for their next trick. Standing behind his bar Dave saw him and frowned while shaking his head slightly. Tony knew there wouldn't be a problem though, there never was. His badge as well as his gun made sure of that. He loved being a cop, he could do just about anything he wanted and no one would say a damned thing.
Tonight Tony was looking for something special, special enough to help him celebrate his birthday. As his gaze slowly panned the large room he saw her sitting alone in a corner booth looking like she didn't belonged there. For one thing she was too young and for another she was too clean cut. Maybe she was what he was looking for. Keeping his eye on her he sauntered over to the bar without a care in the world. Making a spot for himself between two city workers he ordered a draft from Dave while looking at himself in the mirror.
"Not bad my man, not bad at all. So why can't my wife see me looking like this when I get home at night?"
Casually sipping his beer Tony looked around the place a little more. He didn't want to seem too interested in her, at least not at first. He had all the time in the world for this. He had the next couple of days off from work, and his wife was out of town visiting family. Finally deciding it was time, he turned to Dave and ordered another beer, while telling him to send a drink to the girl.
"That one, the little trick sitting in the corner. She must be new, I've never seen her here before."
Shrugging Dave pulled another draft for the cop while sending one of his waitresses over to the corner table with a drink. "Never seen her before. She came in here about two, three days ago. Doesn't say much, just sits there most evenings. I don't know how she eats, seems too picky with her Johns if you ask me."
As he listened to this Tony looked over at the table in time to see the waitress dropping off the drink and pointing in his direction. The Girl lifted the glass in a silent salute making his mouth water. Oh she was a sweet one all right. Her blond hair was cut short and spiky, her face was scrubbed clean and had a healthy glow to it. Tony made a bet with himself that she couldn't be more than eighteen. Probably a run away cast adrift in the city. There were plenty of them out there as he well knew. His desk was filled with reports of them. They tried to make a living in the only way open to them. Tony didn't mind that, it let him have his occasional fun with no one getting wise.
Looking at her Tony remembered another girl who had looked a lot like her. Almost enough alike to be sisters. Oh that had been a night to remember. He had picked her up here at Dave's then taken her to his usual place, an abandoned warehouse on the other side of town. Oh he'd had fun with her that night. His only regret was he had forgotten his camera. It was just too bad he couldn't pick her up again but she had died soon after he had dropped her off in an alley. He still remembered reading about an old wino finding her naked body there, and how he hadn't survived the interrogation. That was when Tony learned she had been a whole fifteen years old. Just thinking about that night had Tony shifting his position, he still got hard remembering that night.
"Well enough about the past." Tony thought to himself as he ordered another beer. This was his last for the night. He never drank more than three in a night, it was too easy to get into trouble that way. Grabbing his refilled glass he made his way over to her table, shooing away a potential customer just by looking at him. Oozing charm he slid onto the bench seat across from her while nodding at her drink and asking if she was ready for another. This was the part of the night he hated. He knew it should have filled him with anticipation but all it did was bore him. He called it the Barn Yard Dance. He knew she was a hooker, and she knew he knew she was a hooker. Still they had to play the innocents. He would have preferred to get right to the point but he knew he could scare her off if he was too forward. He was proud of the fact he had never resorted to using force or flashing his badge. That would ruin the fun for both of them.
When he asked her what her name was she blushed while saying it was Mary. Tony liked that, the young one he had been thinking about earlier had been called Mary as well. Just like this Mary she blushed easily when talking about sex, especially when he asked what she was willing to do. Oh not everything made her blush, just the more intimate things he asked her about. When he reached under the table to lay his hand on her firm young thigh she pulled shyly away, then slowly brought her leg back for him to fondle. Oh how Tony liked this. He liked it even more when he squeezed her thigh hard enough to elicit a moan of pain. He could feel himself getting aroused as he did this while they sat there talking. Finally deciding it was time, he asked her if she was up for a little private partying. She didn't disappoint him, instead she acted as eager as he was.
Walking out of the club with Mary on his arm he smiled as he looked around and noted the looks on the faces of the other customers. Several of them were looking on with disdain. Maybe he would have to come back later and have a little chat with them about their attitudes. The rest of the people there just looked away if they even noticed. Dave just stood there with a sad look on his face. Holding the door open for Mary he let his hand brush against her skirted ass, laughing to himself when she shied away from his touch. He knew that would change soon enough.
After watching her climb into his car he paused just long enough to unzip his pants before joining her. He wanted to start the fun right away and Mary must felt the same way. By the time he had started the car and pulled away from the curb she was leaning across the seat and had pulled him out of his pants, licking her lips in anticipation. Before long he was having a hard time concentrating on his driving as her talented mouth worked it's magic on his cock. Oh she was going to be fun to be with. From the way she filled out her blouse he knew he would have plenty of great pictures to add to his collection by the end of the night. Just thinking about this almost made him blow his load, he had to reach down and pull her off him to stop that from happening.
"Can't have that happen, not yet." He told himself while glancing at her to see the disappointed look on her face.
Leading her inside the old warehouse he was gratified to see her reaction to the way he had decorated it. The front room was set up with an old couch and several comfortable chairs he had salvaged. Pouring her a drink he palmed a little bit of a drug he had picked up just for this occasion. Slipping it into her drink wasn't hard. He didn't add too much, he didn't want her out, just relaxed enough to make her easier to handle at first. He didn't need to go home with scratches he would have to explain to his wife. She just wouldn't understand.
Handing Mary her drink as she sat in one of the lounge chairs he told her he was going to get the bedroom set up for her. She just smiled at him as he walked through the door into the back room. Standing there he looked around smiling to himself in satisfaction. It had taken him some time to get this room right and he couldn't wait to see her reaction to it. Their first look always told them what was in store for them, and their expressions were priceless.
The walls of the room were covered with acoustic paneling, the better to muffle the screams. Bolted to the tile floor in the center of the room was the "bed". He had salvaged a stretcher from the hospital's trash pile, fixed it, and bolted it down. He liked the fact he could set the height of the bed as well as tilt it making access easier for him. The stirrups he had bolted to it also made things a lot easier. Hung on the back wall of the room were a number of whips and floggers. In each corner he had hung bright lights as well as movie cameras connected to a computer. The best part of the room though was the tray of sex toys and medical tools at the head of the bed. He had everything he might want or need on that tray, Forceps, clamps of all kinds, several Speculums, Dildoes, Butt Plugs, hell he even had the odd needle or two and of course a couple of Scalpels. Humming to himself Tony made sure everything was ready before stripping, pulling on a robe, and heading back out to Mary.
Walking back into the room he was happy to see her sitting there with her head lolling back and her eyes slightly glazed. He had timed it to perfection. Grabbing her arm he pulled her out of the chair, his grip tight enough to elicit a moan of protest. Standing her he roughly ran his free hand over her chest, feeling her breasts under her shirt. So intent was Tony he didn't notice the wet spot behind her chair. Feeling her nipples hardening under his hand he grabbed one through the thin blouse and pinched, hard, laughing when she yelped in pained protest.
