Police brutality was becoming old hat. Lucy was horrified when she read the police report. It was the Santa Clara Police Department as usual. A Russian woman had filed a complaint against the police department. It started out as a domestic violence case. The wife had called 911 because her husband was beating her up. Two cops were dispatched to their home and the husband was immediately cuffed, and tossed into the back seat of a cruiser. When the police wanted to speak to the wife, she refused to open the door. They reasoned with her, and told her she'd have to sign the complaint. She refused. Finally she agreed to open the door, just a bit, with the chain on. They immediately broke the door down, rushed into the room, and struggled with the wife.
This is not a Keystone Cop comedy!
The Russian housewife refused to talk to them, and told the officers she changed her mind. She didn't want to file a complaint. One officer grappled with her and he attempted to cuff her. He pinned her hands behind her back, her boobs almost totally exposed. She fell, and in the process, her wrists were broken. Naturally she filed suit against the SCPD, and Lucy had to defend the police department. Excessive force! What is it with those cops? She spent most of her time on cop cases.
Olga's attorney wanted $10 million to compensate her for pain and suffering. Luckily Lucy knew opposing counsel, a notorious dyke. Typically these cases never went to trial and Lucy needed to work out a deal with Olga's lawyer. Legal discussions were usually held in the ladies room, where Lucy consented to letting the dyke lick her pussy in return for a few bucks for Olga.
"It wasn't like you broke your leg, Olga! It wasn't a big deal!" her attorney told her.
Now that Lucy was running for the District Attorney (DA) of Santa Clara County, she of course had her hands full. Joey was becoming a cry baby, always demanding more and more from Lucy. She had created a monster! As it was, Joey had a 10-inch cock and he was making it worse by wanking so much he was getting warts on his palms. He thought of Lucy constantly, and her soft hands. He wasn't happy when she was out on the campaign trail.
Joey decided he'd start working out at the gym, because he wanted to join either the Navy or the Marines. Something to do with the sea, because living in the Bay Area, he loved deep sea fishing and he could swim, and someday he'd learn to surf board. He was putting on muscle weight and had to take 100 grams of protein a day. Obviously he made protein drinks, and found to his delight it increased his testosterone level.
His working out took his mind off masturbation, for a while, but when Lucy was around he couldn't help himself. He'd be in his room reading the Marine Corp manual but his mind pictured Lucy as a Woman Marine giving him a blowjob.
From her college days, when Lucy was in law school, she met Rhoda. Rhoda now was close to forty and was in love with herself. She hadn't been fucked in years because her husband was a commercial pilot, and had made a good income spraying crops in the Central Valley of California. He owned his own plane, a Grumman AG-Cat, specifically for crop dusting. He got a good deal on the bi-wing but unfortunately he got caught in a violent rain storm and flew into an electrical pole. He had radioed the tower and reported he couldn't see in front of him, and he crashed.
Rhoda cherished the memories of her husband's love making, and she was long overdue for a good fuck. But at her age, where could she find a man? She jumped out of bed, and marched over to the dresser mirror. She gave her naked body a good inspection because she had to know it was still good enough to attract men. What Rhoda saw in the mirror was a leggy, curvy brunette with thick shoulder length auburn hair, and an hour glass figure. Her ass was a bit large, actually plump. Her pubic hair extended up to the pucker of her asshole. Looking at it with a hand mirror, she thought it looked very erotic.
Rhoda studied her toned thighs, plump round ass, and small waist. She examined her curvy wide hips, and the wide patch of bushy auburn pubic hair that grew from her navel to her pussy. It was an indication of her sex drive, actually her sex overdrive. Her pussy throbbed and she was always wet. She knew her best feature was her large thrusting breasts, the size and shape of big cantaloupes, capped with stiff rose-brown nipples.
Her face, with big brown eyes, upturned nose and a wide sensuous mouth, could have belonged to a woman of thirty. As a lawyer, she knew a lot of celebrities, being in the Bay Area, and got most of her work writing contracts for TV personalities.
Most campaigning these days is person to person, or over the Internet. Luckily for Lucy, she knew she was hot and she could win by uploading photos of herself on Instagram wearing a string bikini. Lucy wasn't running for president so there was no need for huge rallies. Anyone over 18 could vote for her!
We introduce Rhoda at this point because Rhoda contributes to Lucy's campaign, mostly as a procuress. She also brings Cindy into our story, a cute little intern. Cindy's tendency to worship celebrity females will make our story more interesting and will allow us, mostly as spectators, to later witness lubricious good fun. She appears later.
Rhoda knew lots of famous people, especially Roy Black, the attorney who defended Jeffrey Epstein. Black, now mostly retired, referred Rhoda to celebrities, especially women, who were glad to contribute time to Lucy's campaign, so it appeared Lucy was a cinch to win. She was running against a senile establishment Democrat who, she swore, wore diapers.
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It was a tough day at the office. Fridays are usually short days at court; between her campaign and working on the cop case, she really needed to relax. Lucy planned to take a shower, but this wasn't any shower, it was going to be the mother of all showers. She had a bath satchel, consisting of a face cloth, Loofah sponges, body lotion, fragrant soaps, a soft, horse hair brush about the right size for her rectum; and for a rousing finish, a 12-inch dildo. When the water temperature was just right, she figured she'd begin with a nipple message. Her breasts were almost a D, her nipples were thick, not too long but grew when she was excited. Her favorite stretching exercise was not bending over - she stretched her nipples! Using her thumb and forefinger she rolled and stretched, rolled and stretched. Her blond pussy showed it's appreciation by responding to each stretch, juicing as she began more dedicated to the effort of stretching and pulling. Lucy knew her body very well, and she knew she could climax if she kept up this labor of love. When she began her stretching her areolae were more than two inches wide, but as she became more aroused they tightened a bit, and actually got smaller. Arousal sometimes does have that effect.
Lucy was proud of her body. She thrust her tits upwards, cupping a heavy mound in each palm. There weren't many thirty-nine-year-old women with bodies as good as hers, and Lucy knew it. The tips of her fingers toyed with her nipples as a loopy smile curled up the corners of her pretty mouth.
Only her husband ignored the fullness of her lush thighs, the rounded perfection of her firm ass, the smoothness of her long legs. Even her moist cunt failed to excite him, and it was driving Lucy mad. But Ben lived in a world of his own.
Bending forward, her nipples like ripe grapes, Lucy increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain. There were few things that she enjoyed as much as the feel of hot water doing a syncopated tattoo on her clit.
