Law and Lust

It had been another long day down at the precinct, interrogating a pair of knuckleheads who seemed a likely fit for a recent spate of drug store heists. Another day dealing with the scum who infested the city like a never-ending plague of vermin. Detective Jake Thomas had been on the force longer than he could remember and was now only a couple of years away from retirement. He couldn't wait to hand in his badge and gun and get the hell out of Sink City. His detective's pension wouldn't amount to much but it would be enough to live on if he was careful. Rubbing his chin, Jake realized he needed a shave. His shirt was soaked in sweat after spending most of the day in a hot, airless interview room down in the basement. The air-conditioning system had broken down weeks ago and still hadn't been fixed. Jake was looking forward to the end of summer and the prospect of some cooler weather. It had got real close the last few weeks and he could sense the city was on edge, its citizens fraught, their tempers raised close to boiling point.

Everyone was waiting nervously for the spark that would ignite another outburst of random violence and mayhem, setting the city streets ablaze again. With his work done, Jake said his goodbyes to his colleagues and walked over to his car parked opposite the station. He soon got caught in the usual traffic snarl up on the way home, gridlocked in a jam that was going nowhere fast. Stationary red tail lamps stretched into the distance as everyone rushed to leave town, like rats deserting a sinking ship. It wasn't as though Jake had much to look forward to when he eventually got back to his empty apartment, just a couple of cold beers in the fridge and a microwaved TV dinner. He would probably watch a movie whilst eating his dinner then hit the sack early. It wasn't much to get excited about. His ex-wife filed for divorce years ago because she'd had enough of being married to a cop. Jake didn't blame her for that, he would have got out too if he had known how.

Lila was the only real thing in his life now. Sat there in his car, waiting for the traffic to start moving, Jake's thoughts turned to the sassy broad who had become such an important part of his life. He remembered the good times they had together, the friendship and laughter, and of course the fabulous sex. Dammit, he needed to see her! Hardly thinking, just going on instinct, Jake swung his battered Buick Riviera into the oncoming traffic and headed back into town, ignoring the blaring horns as infuriated drivers made way for him. Lucky he was a cop, otherwise he could have been pulled over for making a move like that. Traffic was lighter heading back into the city so Jake made good time, cruising past block after block of crowded tenement buildings interspersed with seedy looking bars, liquor stores and garish, neon lit strip joints. Reflections shimmered in the wet tarmac, still slick from a recent downpour. The streets became narrower and dingier as he entered the meaner side of town. The buildings looked worn out and neglected, their absentee landlords not even bothering to keep up the pretence of maintaining them. Trash was strewn everywhere, some of it caught by occasional gusts of wind, sending it tumbling down the empty streets. A few convenience stores and a fast food joint struggled to survive but otherwise the boarded-up buildings and darkened alleyways gave the place a menacing feel. Not the kind of place to linger in unless you were looking for something you couldn't get anywhere else. Maybe a fix from a dealer, or maybe just a good time with the girls who hung around here, or long legged, husky voiced transvestites, depending on your preference. There was only one thing Jake was looking for and he had a pretty good idea where to find her.



Jake met Lila a couple of years ago, when he busted her for soliciting, turning tricks for sad, lonely men cruising up and down the streets in search of a good time. Since then, and strictly off the record, they'd gotten to know each other a lot better. It hadn't taken long for them to realize they were two of a kind, kindred spirits trapped in this goddam awful city, both of them looking for a way out. Jake swung into the seedy streets where he knew he would find his dirty little tramp. She was a member of a local hooker's collective who looked out for and protected each other, making sure everyone stayed safe. They were the fiercest bunch of vixens Jake had ever come across, a tribe of lost girls who did a pretty good job of scaring away pimps, pushers and other assorted lowlifes from their territory. Gail was their leader, the sexy matriarch who decided who could and who couldn't work around here. Jake and his colleagues probably should have done something about Gail and her girls but it was easier to live and let live. Sink City Police Department was overstretched and under resourced so they left them alone and concentrated on the gangs, the racketeers and other assorted hoodlums who fought for control of the city. The girls were alright in Jake's book and he knew most other cops in the precinct felt the same way.



Jake recognized several of the hookers as he cruised slowly down the dimly lit streets. There was Andrea with her long flowing golden mane, and over on the other side of the road, Ingrid and Veronica standing a few feet apart, waiting for someone to stop and call them over. Further ahead he could see Gail herself leaning into the open window of a stationary car, chatting casually with the driver. One thing all the girls had in common was their dress sense. They all wore skimpy, revealing leather clothing, fishnet stockings, lots of chains and bangles and strutted around on the highest heeled, sexiest, most impractical shoes you could ever imagine a woman wearing. Gail led the way with her studded leather bondage collar and an outfit that seemed to consist of nothing more than leather straps held together by buckles and steel rings. She wore a black G-string that zipped up the front to provide a modicum of decency. Her outfit was completed by a see-through fishnet top that barely restrained her titanic breasts. The rest of the girls followed Gail's styling cue with variations on a theme. All of them extremely sexy and alluring if you like your women dressed like a cross between a biker chick and a cruel dominatrix queen, which Jake was sure, in their dreams, most men do. The guys who come curb-crawling around here were never going to see their wives or girlfriends dressed like this. These women were like fantasy creatures, inhabiting a hedonistic nether world, only venturing out of their lairs at night to prey on the souls of men and provide them with a few fleeting moments of pleasure.



There was no sign of Lila. Maybe she had gone off with a John to take care of some business. Jake turned the corner at the next intersection and circled back around the block. A wave of relief and excitement washed over him when he saw her standing alone under a streetlight, waiting for someone to stop and pick her up. She was dressed in leather hot-pants, high heel boots and a buckled leather bustier with cut outs that displayed her pert tits to perfection. Underneath the bustier she was wearing a fishnet body stocking, which seemed to be the de-rigueur dress code in these parts. Lila's glossy, shoulder length black hair was covered by a leather biker's cap with a gold chain attached to the peak. Around her neck hung a matching gold necklace that Jake knew was a fake. You would have to be mad to walk around here wearing the real deal and Lila may have been a lot of things but she sure as hell wasn't crazy. A sultry smile lit up Lila's face when she recognized Jake's Buick. He pulled over to the sidewalk and lowered the window. Lila strode across the sidewalk and leaned over to rest her arms on the door.

'Hiya Lila, how you doing?' Jake enquired.

'So, so, all the better for you stopping by detective,' she drawled.

'How's business?'

'Quiet, most of my regulars seem to have left town on vacation.'

Jake didn't say anything but he was glad Lila hadn't been with any other men tonight.

'Want to quit work early?' he asked hopefully.

'Sure, why not,' Lila replied as she opened the car door and slid in beside him.

'Where do you want to go?'

Lila considered his question for a moment before answering, 'I'm tired. Let's go back to my place.'

The Buick's engine coughed into life as Jake turned the key in the ignition and pulled away from the sidewalk. Jake couldn't resist stealing occasional glances at the fallen angel sat beside him as he drove slowly through the deserted streets. Neon lights periodically illuminated her stocking clad thighs and provocative leather outfit, inflaming Jake's thoughts with lust and desire. His dormant libido burst into life, like an out of control elevator car hurtling to the top of a city skyscraper. Jake imagined slowly peeling off Lila's clothes and making passionate love to this sultry siren of the night. Start talking and stop thinking about her body Jake cussed himself.

'I missed you Lila,' he began lamely.

'I've missed you too Jake.'

'How're your studies going?'

'Pretty good, I only need to finish a few more assignments before I graduate.'

Lila was smart. She could have done something with her life if she had been given the opportunity when she was younger. Instead she ended up here, working the streets, trying to stay out of trouble and make enough money to survive. Jake had encouraged her to enrol as a part time college student and now she was about to major in business studies.

'How about you Jake, how's work?'

'The same as usual, over worked and under paid.'

'That's what you always say,' she laughed.

'Well it's true, but I only have a few more years before I get out of here.'

'Are you going to take me with you when you go?'

'That's a really dumb question Lila. Course I'm going take you with me.'

'Are you serious?'

'Dead serious. You mean a lot to me, more than you'll ever know.'

'I feel the same way about you detective.'



They pulled up outside Lila's apartment building and got out of the car. Jake followed her through the front door and up the narrow staircase, his eyes transfixed by the sight of her leather clad ass swaying gracefully in front of him. Her place was on the fourth floor so he had plenty of time to admire her sweet little derriere and stocking clad thighs on the way up. Finally, they arrived at her apartment. Lila slid the key in the lock, twisted and pushed the door open. Jake heard a cat meow and then Molly, her pure bred grey Chartreux, rushed up to rub her furry little body against Lila's thigh length leather boots.

'Hello sweet pea!' Lila greeted her feline friend, stroking and petting her affectionately.

Jake closed the door and hooked the security chain in the latch.

'Want a drink?' Lila asked.

'Sure, can I have a bourbon on the rocks?'



Lila went into the kitchen to fix the drinks. She returned with two small tumblers filled with golden-amber liquid and handed one of them to Jake. They slumped next to each other on the old couch and began chatting amiably about the small things that made up their daily lives whilst slowly sipping the strong liquor. Almost without thinking, Jake began softly stroking Lila's shapely stocking clad thighs. Like any other woman, Lila loved being touched and caressed, something that rarely happened when she was with a John. Her clients usually wanted to get to the main event as quickly as possible and weren't inclined to waste time with unnecessary foreplay. It was their loss. Although she prided herself on always giving her customers a good time, Lila became much more sexually responsive following a little bit of tactile persuasion. She sighed softly then leaned closer and kissed Jake full on the lips, her tongue searching for his and then, once found, intertwining and probing, darting in and out of his mouth.



After several hot, breathless minutes, they stopped kissing and Lila stood up and turned to face Jake. She smiled seductively as she slowly unbuckled her leather bustier, shrugged it off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her full breasts were contained inside a tight-fitting mesh body stocking, nipples straining to be released from their elasticated confinement. Lila unfastened her leather hot pants next and eased them over her thighs and down to her knees, finally letting them slide to her ankles. She stepped gracefully out of the leather clothing piled at her feet. Jake watched in awed fascination as her lithe, athletic body was gradually revealed. Neither of them said anything whilst she slowly undressed. Eventually all that remained was her leather boots, lace gloves, full length body stocking and biker's cap. The stocking had no crotch so Lila's pubic mound was clearly visible, her dark bush trimmed Brazilian style, like a furry little exclamation mark. Lila pulled off her lace gloves and tossed them into Jake's lap. Then she took off her leather biker's cap and shook her flowing black mane free.

'Take off my boots,' she instructed, sitting down beside Jake.



He grasped hold of each boot and slowly pulled them off, revealing Lila's shapely, nylon sheathed calves. Lila stood up and peeled off her figure-hugging body stocking and tossed it carelessly onto the other items of clothing piled on the floor. Jake was entranced by the sight of her gloriously naked body, each sinuous, flowing curve perfectly in proportion with the others. Although Jake was no art critic, he was convinced Lila was the living embodiment of some ancient Greek goddess. He sometimes thought she should pose for a sculptor so her body could be immortalized in bronze then displayed in an art gallery where everyone could appreciate her nubile charms.



'Come with me,' Lila said holding out her hand.

Jake took hold of her outstretched hand, with its brightly lacquered red fingernails, and stood up, allowing Lila to lead him through her apartment to the bathroom.

'Take off your clothes,' she instructed him.



Jake pulled off his clothes but not, he was sure, anywhere nearly as gracefully as Lila had a few minutes earlier. When he was naked, Lila opened the shower door and turned on the faucets. Testing the temperature with her hand, she stepped into the shower and pulled Jake in with her. There was just enough room for both of them to squeeze under the tumbling torrent of hot water.



The accumulated grime and filth of the city was slowly sluiced away as the water cascaded over their naked bodies. Jake took the small cloth hanging from a hook on the wall, lathered it with soap, and started scrubbing Lila's back. She sighed with pleasure as he moved in small circular motions towards her rosy red buttocks. After washing the back of her legs, Jake stood up and reached around to cup Lila's pert breasts in his hands, testing their plumpness and weight. He began to knead and massage them, taking her nipples between his fingers and gently pulling and twisted them until they became engorged and swollen. Lila leaned back onto his chest and moaned softly as Jake gently fondled her. After a while, he slid a soapy hand down to her belly and began to rub it softly whilst still kneading her breast. His dick was still very hard after Lila's impromptu striptease and now it was pressed into the soft cleft between her deliciously ripe buttocks. She reached around and took hold of him with a firm grasp and began tugging up and down his shaft. Jake moved his hand lower and began to stroke Lila's tiny tuft of pubic hair, the last silky remnant on the crown of her smooth, denuded mound. He sought out the soft folds of her labia, sliding his index finger easily into the warm syrupy wetness within. It was quickly joined by a second, partners in crime as they plundered and explored the depths of Lila's treasure trove. His roving fingers conducted a thorough reconnaissance, preparing the way for the main invasion. Judging she was ready, Jake pushed her against the shower cubicle, flattening her breasts against the steamed-up glass.

Giving her no time to protest or react, Jake pried Lila's buttocks apart, exposing her puckered little asshole. He wasn't interested in that particular orifice yet; its turn would come later. Instead Jake guided his rigid shaft into Lila's pussy, pushing deep and hard until he felt his stomach pressing against her bum. Holding onto Lila's shoulders for leverage, Jake began rhythmically thrusting backwards and forwards. Her body was pinned by his shaft against the glass wall, like some exotic butterfly trapped inside a collector's display case. From experience, he knew Lila enjoyed being taken forcefully from behind and soon she was moaning and crying out in ecstasy as Jake began fucking her like an out of control jack hammer, pummelling her with powerful, rapid thrusts. After several minutes of heavy-duty drilling, Jake decided they both needed a break. He turned off the faucets and opened the shower door. Stepping out of the cubicle, Jake plucked a towel from the rack and began to quickly dry Lila's quivering body. She clung to him for support, still unsteady on her feet after the pounding he had just given her. Jake gave his torso a cursory rub down before taking Lila by the hand and leading her out of the bathroom.



Her bedroom was much homelier than the austere monk's cell in his apartment. Lila had decorated it tastefully, furnishing it with items bought from nearby thrift stores. Two small cabinets sat on either side of the bed with matching lamps placed on top. A battered old dressing table and mirror filled one corner of the room. It was crowded with tubes of lipstick and mascara, bottles of nail polish, tubs of cream and moisturizer, compacts of eye shadow and blusher and all the other implements Lila used to transform her appearance from a mature beauty into sultry sex siren. There was nothing subtle about Lila's approach to makeup when she prepared for a night prowling the streets. Her clothes hung on a dress-makers rack that ran the entire length of the opposite wall. It was divided into two sections; casual everyday outfits at one end and at the other, the outrageous costumes Lila wore whilst working the streets. None of the garments were designed for warmth or practicality; their sole purpose was to inflame men with lust and desire. There were various leather outfits, a collection of rubber dresses in gaudy primary colours and several French corsets. Some of Lila's clients had more esoteric tastes so amongst her fetish apparel hung a schoolgirl uniform, a nun's habit and a skimpy nurse's outfit. Glancing across the room, Jake noticed a small window looking out onto another dismal apartment block. Even though the window was closed he could still hear the sounds of city, mostly the roar of traffic but occasionally, a siren wailed mournfully into the night. A large mirror was mounted on the wall adjacent to the window. Jake studied their naked bodies in the reflection. His was lean and hard, marked by the scars of thirty years fighting crime in Sink City. Lila's lithe body was curvy in all the right places, her skin soft and unblemished.