The candles on Lauren's dining room table were lit. She had rice and broccoli on two separate plates, an open space left for the salmon that had a few more minutes to cook. She checked it once more before closing the oven and running to her bedroom in just her stockings, garter belt and mesh black panties with red lace trim designed to look like roses. Her light flesh almost glowed under her soft undergarments, the matching brassier revealing her nipples. She fixed her hair while sliding her legs against one another. She let her hand run across her belly before tracing the waistband resting just above her sex. The vibration of her phone broke her concentration.
"Is Alan coming over yet?!" a message from Hillier read.
Rolling her eyes, Lauren typed a response, "No, he said he was running late. STOP ASKING!"
Lauren knew that if Hillier kept distracting her with texting, Alan might show up before she had the chance to get dressed. She imagined opening the door, letting him see her already half naked and curled her toes.
Her phone vibrated once more and Lauren saw Alan's name light up. She picked it up and read, "Five minutes away. I NEED YOU TO MEET MET OUTSIDE. EMERGENCY."
The warmth Lauren felt in her chest was overcome by chills. Was she in danger? She grabbed her black spaghetti strap dress and quickly slipped it on, grabbing her phone and throwing it in her purse. She looked inside and made sure the microphone Hillier had was still inside. By the time she turned the stove off, a horn honked outside.
"Alan is asking me to meet him outside, I don't know why." Lauren whispered into her purse, "Don't do anything stupid Jessica."
Lauren rushed outside, spotting Alan's car parked on the side of the street. Her eyes scanned down the rest of the road, spotting Hillier parallel parked five cars behind Alan.
"Hurry, we need to head back to the station." he said as he opened the passenger side door.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I found something fucked up about the disappearances."
"Why do you need me?" Lauren asked as she sat inside and closed the door.
"Because Kirstin's not answering her phone and I need to talk to someone who won't think I'm crazy."
"What did you find?"
Alan shifted his car in reverse and then slammed on the breaks as a dark Ford Focus pulled up, blocking his car. "Motherfucker!"
He rolled his window down and turned to see a woman wearing a long sleeve dress under a black leather corset and matching lipstick. She brushed the front of her dark brown locks out of her face and flashed a smile.
"Hi, I'm actually in a hurry so could you please give me room? You can have my space after." Alan called out, trying not to scream.
"I'm sorry, I am eh, new to the U.S." she spoke in a thick European accent. "I am wondering if you could tell me where I could go for fun-time?"
Alan looked at Lauren with a smirk on his face, "Is she fucking serious?" he looked back and began to say, "I don't have time-"
On looking at her a second time, Alan saw that the woman had leaned across the passenger seat, offering a flash of her white teeth as she grinned. "You look like a cute couple. I can see your girlfriend is excited to fuck you. Why keep her waiting?"
The soft, whisper in her tone made Alan swallow. He shifted his car in park and stammered, 'I-I.-we have to go-oh..." he felt a hand tug on his belt and turned to see Lauren leaning close to kiss him. Her tongue pushed in between his lips to slide against his while she unbuttoned his pants.
"Mind if I watch?" the woman asked.
Lauren nor Alan answered, Instead Lauren slid her hand down Alan's pants, rubbing her palm against the top of his boxers, feeling his cock shift against her touch until she saw the tip of the head sticking out from the waistband.
"Oh baby, I've been waiting for this all night." she whispered before bending down and opening her mouth to take it in.
The wet surface of Lauren's tongue made Alan wince, the swelling he felt in his head aching so bad he took his hands off the steering wheel.
"Don't be shy, take her." the European woman said, her broken English seemingly fading.
With Lauren leaning over the arm rest, her backside was in the air, giving Alan the chance to pull her dress over her hips to reveal the back of her stockings and see-through panties. Alan raised a hand and swung it down on her buttocks, making a loud cracking noise over Lauren whose cries were muffled as she tried to take in as much of Alan as her throat would allow.
Alan lay in his seat, helpless as Lauren's tongue flickered, swirled, and bobbed back and forth over him. He turned to the side and saw the strange woman in her seat, licking her lips with her legs spread open. It was when he saw her hand reach in between her legs that he groaned, leaning forward and holding onto Lauren's head as he felt his lower body shiver, feeling his warm essence shoot into her mouth.
Jessica Hillier leaned forward, squinting through the windows of the cars ahead trying to see what was going on. She had her hand pressing the ear phone to the recording device, only picking up a series of ecstatic groans.
"Spank me again."
"Fuuuuuck."
Another woman's voice could be heard, but Hillier couldn't decipher what was said.
"What the fuck are they doing?!" she rolled her window down and leaned her upper torso out.
She could hear the faint sounds of Alan groaning, his pitch rising as if he were in pain. The sound of a car door opening could be heard and Detective Hillier gasped when she saw Lauren emerge in her lingerie. Her hands were clutched into fists as she held them over her face, raising a leg to shield her panties from the driver in the mysterious car.
Alan was the next to emerge and Hillier's jaw dropped at the sight of Alan's erect cock sticking out from under his shirt, bobbing up and down with each step he took. He left his pants in the car and didn't seem bothered that he was standing outside naked. The passenger door to the Focus opened and Lauren quickly stepped inside, but not before gripping the shaft of Alan's manhood and guiding him in.
"What the fuck is happening?!" Hillier said again as she leaned forward, squinting her eyes to make out the license plate. Once she had the numbers down, Detective Hillier typed them on her phone. When she looked up again, the brake lights flashed right just before the car sped off. Cursing up a storm, Hillier scrambled out of her car, letting her phone and her radio bounce onto her seat. She jogged up to Alan's car that was left in park.
The door was unlocked and as soon as Hillier opened it she saw Alan's trousers pooled on the floor. On the passenger side was Lauren's purse. Hillier leaned over the arm rest to peek inside and found the wire to her recording device.
"Fuck." Hillier's fist pounded the seat.
"Is there a problem miss?" a man's voice from behind asked.
Hillier gasped as she rolled on her side, reaching for her pistol. As she turned, she saw a tall man with short curly brown hair holding his hands up.
"Whoa easy Lady! I didn't mean anything."
"Police! Who the fuck are you?" HIllier spat, sliding into the driver's seat.
"I just walked by and heard you cursing, I didn't know if you needed help."
He wore a black button up shirt untucked from his dark blue jeans. Although his blue eyes were wide from staring at Hillier's gun, he remained perfectly still, the streetlights shining bright over his tall frame almost eclipsed his youthful face.
Hillier lowered her gun, "Sorry...I was just looking for something and realized it was gone."
"It's okay, sorry to hear you lost it, I can help if you want." he lowered his hands and leaned forward to rest his arm on the car, giving Hillier a closer look at his baby blue eyes.
"It's okay." Hillier said, feeling her lips curve into a smile, "do you live here?"
"Nah. I just like going for a walk. Maybe run into beautiful women...like you."
Hillier giggled as she felt her face get warm. She looked down at her attire, faded blue jeans, and a white top under her black leather jacket. She brushed her hair out of her face. "I-I normally dress nicer."
"Oh you look fine. I like curvy women." his body moved closer and his voice spoke in a soft whisper. "You look like someone who doesn't give a shit about dolling herself up like the Coachella-looking college students."
Hillier listened to him but couldn't help keeping her gaze away from his crotch, staring at the inseam where she swore she saw movement shifting around his thigh. When there was silence she looked up and she stammered at seeing him smile. "I-sorry I didn't mean-"
"You want to see it?"
Hillier's mouth was agape, clutching her belly as she stared at the zipper. She nodded, running her fingers along her sides, touching the very edge of her shirt.
"Why don't I show you at my place?" he rested is hands on his hips.
Hillier groaned, clawing at her waist after untucking her shirt. "Can't I see it now please?" she leaned forward, opening her mouth to bite his zipper. The moment he placed his hand on her head she felt a chill run up her spine, memories of the position reminding her what followed when a man took control.
"Oh slow down there." he whispered. He checked both sides of the street before looking back at Hillier, his eyes as white as the moon. "All right, let's get out of here. But first, why don't you leave your clothes here? You won't need them where we're going."
Hillier's hands moved quickly, fumbling with her belt as she rose from her seat, cursing as she fought to kick her jeans off and then her shoes. She finally removed her pants and threw them out the driver's side window, looking down at the front of her black bikini panties with the independence symbol printed on the crotch. She turned to see the man sliding into the passenger side, gazing at her exposed crotch.
She covered her face as it turned red, "Oh my god I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"I think it's awesome hon." his voice was inches from her ear, the whisper dripping into her ear. His fingers ran across her bare thigh.
