This isn’t safe for work, not one bit.

The cell door slammed shut behind her, and Kitty sat down on the hard, small bench along the back wall of the cement cubicle. She brushed her long red hair from her eyes, and took a deep breath. It had been a exciting, hard day, and she was satisfied with her efforts. The protesters had, to use Hoffa’s terminology, “mixed it up” with the fascists this day, and her blood was still pumping from the action. The sight of Bill O’Reilly’s face covered in pie was worth it, as well as the egg-coated entrance of FOX News HQ. But oddly, her thoughts kept returning to the firm, muscular body of Officer Roberts, the adorable little arresting official who had been the one to haul in and book Kitty. Kitty sighed, and closed her eyes, remembering the firm press of the officer’s round, high breasts against her as she slid the plastic cuffs around Kitty’s wrists. Her wrists still chaffed a little, but in a pleasant, oddly throbbing way that caused an echo in softer flesh down below.

I’m too wound up, Kitty thought. She had no idea how long she would sit in the cell, or if any of her fellow protesters would join her. She was glad most of them seemed to get away before the paddy wagon arrived. Feeling naughty, she was also glad her ex, who had made the same appreciative glances at Officer Robert’s deliciously rouded bottom, had the misfortune to go in another wagon with an ugly, burly cretin of a man. Shelly wouldn’t be getting any good woman on woman action tonight.

Needing something to relieve the tension she felt, Kitty’s hands somehow found their way to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up over her long, lean legs and revealing her nakedness beneath. She let her hands gently stroke her thighs, feeling the tender flesh there prickle, not just from the cold of the cell. She moved one hand up further to the delicate folds above, and let her fingers dance about in the moistness. She endeavored to make at least one part of her warmer. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted, her tongue moved slowly across her lips. She felt the heat building within her, and her breath came more quickly. If only there were something, long and hard, she could use with her other hand…

“What do you think you’re doing?” asked a voice beyond the bars. Kitty’s eyes popped open, and her heart lept to see the compact, mahogany form of Officer Roberts standing on the other side, with a strange look on her beautiful, elfin face. She remained silent, and closed her eyes again, spreading her legs a little wider to expose the downy red-fuzzed chick her fingers had been teasing. Roberts said nothing, but took a key from her belt and unlocked the door. “You are shameless,” she said, as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She strided quickly to stand over Kitty’s languorous form, and admired the long red hair and ivory skin of her charge. Her hot, musky scent filled the cell, and with one hand, Roberts began to unbutton her tight blue uniform top. “No,” Kitty said as she slid to her knees before her gaolor, “let me do that.” Her slender fingers, still damp with her own musk, reached up to the bottom button of Roberts uniform, and she moved her face close behind them. Slowly, she opened one button after another, showering Roberts firm abdomen with soft kisses, her tongue darting in and out of Roberts’ belly button, her teeth gently nibbling that smooth, dusky flesh. The uniform slid off, revealing delectable globes capped by small, dark nipples. Kitty wasted no time putting one in her mouth, and sucked hard.

Roberts found herself unable to remain still, and took a handful of Kitty’s hair in her hands. She pressed Kitty’s head down from her breasts, where Kitty’s mouth had been working, circling her nipples until they were painfully hard. Kitty slid one hand into the cheap, dark fabric of Robert’s pants, and quickly tugged them down, enjoying the urgency she could feel coming from inside them. Somehow they were off, and somehow Roberts had slid down onto the bench, her thighs spread wide open. Kitty moved more slowly now, letting her hair brush softly against those firm thighs, feeling goosebumps rise in answer to Kitty’s teasing tongue. Roberts still kept her hands on Kitty’s head, urging her upward and inward, but Kitty knew how to resist. She raked her hands down Robert’s legs, letting her short nails score the skin gently, insistently. She thrilled to hear the deep moan coming from the officer. “Please, oh please,” Roberts said.

Kitty let her hands move around to the rounded glory pressing against the bench, and lifted the smaller woman up slightly, enjoying the smoothness. Roberts was smooth all over, and her dark folds were swollen and moist, inviting Kitty’s tongue to them with the sweet smell of the ocean. Kitty let her tongue dart in and out, now lighting upon the ebony pearl hidden in those folds, now moving ever so slightly inside her lover, tasting her richness. Her hands still grasped Roberts’ rump, and she slid one finger into the oriface there, causing Roberts to moan even more deeply. The two woman, light on dark, slid to the floor, neither one of them noticing the dankness.

Roberts could stand it no longer, and she roughly grabbed Kitty’s other hand and put it between her legs. “You know how to please me,” she gasped. She pressed her breasts against her charge’s slightly smaller ones, reveling in the feel of all those hard nipples rubbing against one another. Kitty’s fingers were magical, and soon they were deep inside Roberts, stroking and pressing and questing her most sensitive places. “There, oh yes, there,” she cried.

Kitty let her mouth move everywhere her hands did not, and she could feel Roberts gathering tension around her fingers, slippery and delicious. Biting down on the nape of Roberts’ neck, she roughly thrust more fingers inside her. Roberts’ hips jutted up, urging Kitty on to faster and harder thrusting. “Spread me wider, do it harder,” she cried. Kitty obliged, it was not long before Roberts had her first reward. She shuddered with her whole body, her blood spangling in her veins, and behind her closed eyes a universe of stars exploded. Time passed, and when she opened her eyes, she could see Kitty’s emerald green ones close next to hers, looking at her with a deep, animal hunger.

“I like your baton,” Kitty said, glancing over to the thick, black wooden stick still attached to Robert’s uniform…

To be continued.