Well this is just perfect! My first night back on patrol after being busted down to a uniform again, and the weather is about as foul as my mood. Sheets of rain assault my windshield; the only bright spot is the cascade of lightening that previews blasts of deep rolling thunder. No sense in moving, it's about 3 a.m. and there is no traffic on the street anyway. Maybe time to catch a little nap.

WHOOSH……what the hell? Some idiot has just hydroplaned through the stoplight at breakneck speed. I know the rain is blinding, but this black and white sticks out like a sore thumb! Got to be a drunk--should I chase him down? God, I'll have to spend the rest of my shift soaked to the skin. Oh nuts, I never could pass up a good chase! I flip on the lights and the siren, stomp the accelerator, forgetting to inform dispatch I was in pursuit.

I see two small reds dots about 3 blocks ahead and careen down the sodden street. I am closing quickly; my prey seems to have slowed down considerably. Then I see the brake lights come on, and the Jeep pulls to the side. Jeez, why did I do this? It's still raining buckets. I grab the rain slicker from the back seat, and try to shuffle into it, still behind the wheel. Opening the door, I am assaulted by a torrent of cold water. Just perfect!

I tap on the rivulets running down the window. The window slides open an inch or so, I hear a female voice ask me to get in the passenger side. I walk around the back of the vehicle, noting the license number. I open the door, checking the back before sliding into the seat. The back looks empty save for some metal rods and several gym bags.

She turns on the interior lights and I get my first glimpse of the "perp". Oh my God! What IS this? The most perfect woman I've ever seen, dressed (or undressed) in the strangest combination of leather and lace. I have been trained to register the smallest details in an instant, but this will take a little time. Black leather boots with life threatening spiked heels, black leather cuffs with silver rings and matching collar. Circlets of leather with lace inserts partially cover two milky smooth breasts, attached to a thin strip of leather that ends with a lace triangle in her lap. I look up at sensuous lips and eyes that would melt the coating off M&M's. I stare, unable to form words, my brain registering a subtle, but intoxicatingly sensual scent.

Her lips form one of those secretive Mona Lisa smiles, as her eyes travel over my form. "Problem, officer?", she coos. Problem? Uh, must have been a problem…my brain races to find an answer….oh, yeah! "Um, yes ma'am, you were driving too fast for conditions, and ran the light at Chapel." Oh man, I sound like a whiny ten-year old!

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just in a hurry to get home." That velvet-smooth voice washes over me once again, its effect is almost hypnotic. "And where IS 'home', ma'am?", I stutter. "Why, right here, officer." She gestures toward what looks like the front of an old warehouse. "HERE?", is my inane reply. She merely smiles and nods.

She purrs to me, "would you mind if we continued this inside, I would like to get my equipment in before it starts pouring again." That voice, like silk, caresses my mind, I cannot help but follow the silent command it holds. "Um, sure…I'll give you a hand." Breathing in the damp air, I wonder what the hell I'm doing…this could get me thrown off the force for good! I haven't even checked in for the past hour. I reach under my slicker, grab the mike and give the code number for dinner break.

She has the back of the Jeep open and is pulling out handled bags. I reach out and take two from her. She grabs a third and turns toward the building. "Ugh!", I grunt as I drop not only my jaw, but the bag onto my foot. Just perfect! My eyes, straining their sockets, match the mound straining at my zipper. There is nothing covering that statuesque body from the rear, save boots and a thong of leather clasped between twin orbs of iridescent flesh. I stumble after her, somehow knowing she is grinning on the other side of all that deep red hair cascading over creamy shoulders.

She glides effortlessly on those perilous heels through a doorway into darkness. I stumble, flatfooted, along behind, mouth ajar. I hear a click and subdued lighting floods the open area we have just entered. I shuffle from one foot to the other like a two-year-old needing to pee. She slithers toward me, head up and breasts jutting against thin black lace. I drop the bags to the floor, I can't move…her eyes hold mine in a paralyzing lock. I realize I am eye to eye with this lovely creature, and I stand 6'3" in stocking feet.

Leather encased wrists reach for the snaps on my slicker, it falls with a sodden plop to the plush carpeting. I see nothing but those eyes, smell the musty scent that surrounds her, and hear the rain begin to pound harmony with the pulsing in my temples and groin. I close my eyes to break the spell, and feel my knees buckle. Somehow, she manages to hold me up, leading me toward the back of the room that still lies in darkness. I am seated on something soft and silky as a small flame roars to life…she is moving around, lighting candles, as a crack of thunder renders the electric useless. Tiny flickers of light play over miles of faultless flesh.

Mesmerized by the fluttering flames, the sensual smells and the undulating body before me, I am reduced to a quivering mass. A soft breeze brushes me and I realize I no longer am in possession of my uniform, or any other covering for that matter. Just perfect! How and when did that happen?

My brain is saved an answer as she holds out my baton and I instinctively grab the handle. It's then I look up to see her fingers pinching and rolling deep pink nipples, the lace has disappeared, and her hands are not what's holding that stick of hardwood. In fact, the shaft seems to buried halfway up in a silken haze of curling red hair, now at eye-level. I'm sure I am drooling down my chin, as she begins rocking those tantalizing hips forward and back. Her hands lock over mine and I feel powerful thrusts against my sweating palms. Her breath is coming in moaning puffs and I hold tight to the baton as her body spasms. My testicles are sucked up to my navel and I ejaculate as lips suck up the head of my organ.

Metal clanks as she deftly clasps my wrists with my own handcuffs, I am too addled to offer any resistance as she urges rubbery legs to stand. I am led toward an alcove with metal rings set in the walls. A thong of leather is attached to the cuffs and my arms are drawn skyward. My feet are separated, caught in leather cuffs attached by chains to the floor. My body now resembles an inverted Y.

I cannot think, all control and care is abandoned as my body is washed in scented oils. My head lolls backward on a spaghetti neck as teeth gently tug and roll my hardened nipples. Gentle fingers tease my penis into throbbing erection. What feels like soft feathers are drawn down and around my anus, then smoothly inserted as the muscles expand then contract, meeting the slow drawing in and out. My body shudders with nervous energy as her creamy vagina slides effortlessly over my penis. Her legs wrap mine, arms grasp my shoulders. Then, internal muscles begin to caress my engorged shaft. Softly at first, then with increasing intensity. Tremors rock my body as she holds me in a vise-like grip.

With one last tremendous contraction, her body contorts into shivering spasms, my scream matches hers in volume as I pump into her quivering orgasm. Her tongue dives down my throat as she convulses against me again, and I feel myself expelling another quick load. I sag against my bonds, as she slides down my body to lick me clean.

Still slurping my juices, one hand cradles my balls, while the other slinks toward my anal opening. A silken finger is inserted and begins a slow circling inside. This can't be happening!! Blood once again engorges my genitals and I am being coaxed back to an erect stature. One rock hard nipple sands my leg as her lips and tongue urge me toward another climax. Her sucking intensifies and I feel as if I'm being swallowed whole. The muscles in my buttocks are expanding and contracting to the vibration of that undulating finger. Her mouth holds me still as her finger intensifies its explorations. I feel my testis draw tight and harden as a warmth radiates from my captive manhood to every nerve. I whimper like a baby as she milks me into an agonizingly slow ejaculation. I beg her to let me go, and cry for her not to stop. My body is jolted with each spurt and tears pour down my cheeks.

I now understand Agony and Ecstasy….I am close to losing consciousness when she breaks the vacuum on my penis and slides her finger from my anus. Tiny white dots dance behind my eyelids and my brain chides, "just perfect!", before blackness washes over me.

I come to with a start, shake my head to clear my tortured brain, as my radio crackles to life. Radio? I am sitting in the black and white, fully dressed! What happened…oh my God, what a dream, what a nightmare! Then I glance to the seat, my baton glistens in the streetlight, the end covered in a whitened crystallized glaze. Just perfect!