{{The drivers of the vehicles ran like hell,}} thought Dennis who was still up on the roof. {{I couldn’t think of a justification for shooting them.}}
{{That’s good,}} though Eliza uneasily. {{These guys have some top-notch gear, but . . .}}
Dennis piped in again. {{But their tactics were amateurish. A scary combination.}}
{{Means someone financed this little operation and used unproven people. Whoever did that is probably new to . . . whatever it is he or she is doing, but if they have the money . . .}} thought Allyson.
{{. . . then they might try again. But for a bunch of religious zealots to do something like this . . .}} added Wyrm.
{{. . . doesn’t make sense,}} finished Eliza.
A few minutes later, the cops started to arrive. They were appreciative that the damage done had been minimal and that the most of the criminals had been taken alive, though a few of the more close minded were still wary of dealing with non-humans, and Thug made most of them nervous. Museum officials showed up and made arrangements to have the Heaven’s Eye moved immediately. They would loved to display it another day, but they wouldn’t be able to even open the museum again until after the scheduled time. That meant that Eliza’s security team had the rest of the night off. After talking with a bunch of detectives, museum personnel and the press, Eliza turned off the telepathy spell and sent the team home. About that time, a female cop wandered up to her.
“Ma’am, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you downtown to get an official statement.”
“Whatever you say . . .” she looked at the nametag over the woman’s left breast, “. . . Officer Ryder. Whatever you say.”
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About twenty minutes later . . .
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“Harder! Harder!,” Officer Pamela Ryder of the Springfield Police screamed at the top of her voice. The attractive thirty-year-old woman was attached to the cheap bed frame with her own handcuffs while Eliza, who was wearing Pamela’s police hat, was drilling her with a seven-inch strap-on dildo.
“Whatever you say,” Eliza said with a smile. She took a moment to look over the human woman’s muscular body. ‘This is a woman who knows how to take care of herself.’ Pamela had short black hair, smallish breasts and a well-muscled body. She took her police duties very seriously and kept in shape. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she was certainly cute and that body . . . oh that body. Eliza’s yellow eyes met Pamela’s blue ones, and both pairs were filled with lust. The two had met at a gun show at the civic center and had hit it off. Pamela had demonstrated a desire to be dominated during sex, possibly because she had to be in control the rest of the time. When Eliza took charge, Pamela became a sexual dynamo.
Of course, Pamela had hid certain things at the time; such as the fact she was married to a man and had a daughter. Eliza knew that she should call things off . . . that she shouldn’t be reduced to being ‘the other woman.’ But she never did. Pamela’s husband was a businessman who was away a lot, so there were too many opportunities. And Eliza had needs. Homosexuality was incredibly taboo in vampire culture, much like it had been in human culture several hundred years before. And that was the other reason that Eliza’s parents had never found a mate that satisfied Eliza. They had been looking at the wrong gender. Pamela would keep Eliza’s secret, much like Eliza’s crew had been doing for many years. If word got out, it could cause problems for her parents back home.
Eliza started plunging the dildo into Pamela’s warm pussy with greater speed and power. She had to be careful, because she didn’t actually want to hurt her lover. With her incisors recessed, she leaned over and started sucking on her lover’s rock hard nipples while Pamela’s legs were wrapped around Eliza’s trim waist. Then she moved to the other breast, fondling and licking them at the same time. About that time, the police hat fell off. She removed herself from between Pamela’s legs and straddled the woman’s chest, shoving the dildo into the woman’s mouth.
“Suck on it,” she ordered harshly. “Suck your own juices off it you little slut,” Eliza growled. Pamela liked it like this; rough and dirty. Hence, the handcuffs. Pamela sucked noisily on the plastic cock until Eliza was satisfied, then the vampire moved back between Pamela’s legs and started fucking away again. Eliza loved the ingenuity that humans had shown in their creation of sexual toys. She had developed quite a collection over the years.
“I think we need to try to something different,” she said. Eliza uncuffed Pamela and flipped her over onto her stomach and ordered her to grab the edge of the bed. Eliza looped the high-strength plastic cuffs that police used those days through the bars of the bed frame and secured them again. “Get that ass up,” she commanded, and Pamela got her knees under her and thrust her nice, round posterior up into the air. Eliza leaned in for a minute and started licking that delectable pussy. It was so sweet that it was almost addictive. She buried her tongue deep into her lover’s body and wiggled it around. That got Pamela moaning.
“You’re too noisy,” Eliza said haughtily. She grabbed Pamela’s cotton panties and shoved them into the woman’s mouth, then positioned herself behind the officer again, sinking the sex toy into the woman’s tight little cunt without any further fanfare. She took one of her thumbs and pressed it into Pamela’s asshole, causing the woman to grunt into her makeshift gag. She used her other hand to slap the cop hard on the ass. “I shouldn’t be having to do all the work here,” she said. That got Pamela slamming her hips back against Eliza, and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the cheap hotel room. Pamela kept humping backwards, and Eliza kept fucking forward, diddling with Pamela’s ass and spanking her relentlessly. After a few more minutes, Pamela began to cum. She was moaning like a bitch in heat into hear panty-gag as her pussy tightened and her skin shivered.
Eliza withdrew the toy and took of the harness. She lay on her back and edged her way along the bed until her head was underneath Pamela’s crotch. It was glistening wet from Pamela’s orgasm and smelled wonderful. It was so pink and smooth and perfect. She flattened her tongue and rubbed it all over the surface loving the feel of the fleshy parts move under the skin. Then a finger found its way back into Pamela’s asshole and Eliza tongue went deep. She used her nose to tease the surface and sometime the clit. Pamela was grinding her hips and forcing her crotch harder and harder against Eliza’s face. The vampire knew her human lover’s tastes (so to speak) and had her cumming on Eliza’s face rather quickly. The white-haired vampire drank in Pamela’s juices with great relish. To her, this was both figuratively and literally nourishment. It made her feel full . . . almost complete.
She crawled out from under Pamela and removed the handcuffs. As Eliza lay back on the bed, Pamela crawled seductively until her head was between her lover’s thighs, finally removing the panties from her mouth. It was the human’s turn to delve out the pleasure, and Pamela knew what she was doing. She knew what Eliza wanted and what Eliza needed. She started with her tongue, then took the vampire’s inner labia into her mouth and pressed them together with her own lips.
“Get your tongue inside me you little harlot,” Eliza hissed.
“Whatever you say ma’am,” Pamela returned evilly. She pressed her mouth into Eliza’s box as far as it would go and started licking. She used her thumbs to massage the outer labia and sometimes the clitoral hood. She had Eliza moaning quickly.
“Oh yeah,” the vampire cooed. “I knew how the police ‘protect,’ but so this is how they ‘serve’?”
“Come rain or snow,” Pamela muttered.
“I thought that was the post office,” Eliza said. “But rain and snow be damned, because I’m cumming now!”
Eliza delivered on that threat, giving Pamela a face full of girl juice. Eliza was a squirter too, and Pamela consumed almost all of it. Just then, a timer on Pamela’s communicator went off.
“Shit,” the officer said as she started wiping the cum from her face before giving Eliza a brief but heated kiss. “My break is almost over.”
“I know. You have to get back to work,” Eliza said.
Pamela looked at her lover. “Don’t be like that. I was just glad we were able to get together. I’ve missed you,” she said. Eliza even believed she was sincere. “When can I see you again?”
“When’s the next time your husband will be away?” came a response that sounded more bitter than Eliza had intended.
Silence filled the room for a moment. “Please don’t,” said Pamela quietly. “Don’t do this. We’ve been over this all before, and this is the way it has to be.”
Eliza sighed and turned her face away from the officer. Pamela was a good person who loved her husband and her child. But there were certain needs she had that weren’t getting met within her marriage. There were certain wants that only another woman could provide. And it wasn’t as if Eliza was exactly an unwilling participant in their little rendezvous.
“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry.” She was almost eighty years this woman’s senior, but she felt like a little child for a moment.
Pamela had finished getting dressed. “Listen, John is going to be going to Austin in a few days sometime soon, and my folks would love to have Samantha stay with them for a weekend.” She stood by the bed, leaned over and gave Eliza another kiss. “I’ll even wear some of that lingerie that you like,” she whispered.
Eliza moaned and smiled. She LOVED a woman in lingerie, and Pamela had stuff that only Eliza had seen. Even her husband didn’t get to see the really sexy gear. “We’ll see,” she said. “I’m not being coy, but you know how things come up at the last second in my line of work.”
“I’ve got your communicator number. I’ll call, and at the worst, you won’t be available.” She kissed Eliza one more time, then went back to work.