"You planted that!" Jody said.

"Did I?" Cynthia asked in mock innocence. "Who's going to believe something like that? I mean take the word of some street whore against that of a decorated member of the Metropolitan Police."

"I was searched before, when they rounded us all up." Jody countered. "I remember the cop's name, Santiago. He searched me head to toe. He can tell them I didn't have a knife."

"And I'll bet he enjoyed searching you too." Cynthia said as she played with the closed knife. "But the fact remains that Officer Santiago is still a rookie. That combined with the fact that there are limitations on how thoroughly a male officer may search a female subject, as well as his possible distraction by your obvious charms, could have caused him to miss this weapon." The change in Jody's expression showed that she knew she wouldn't be believed. "And who's to say that once they run this weapon though the lab, what else they might find." Cynthia went on. "It wouldn't surprise me the least to find that it was used in an assault case, or perhaps even a homicide. Something a lot more serious than turning tricks."

"I've met some really scuzzy cops before." Jody snapped back. "But you are one sick crazy fucking bitch!" The black haired girl felt the sting of the sudden blow against the side of her face before her eyes even registered the movement of her captor's free hand. There had been a lot of force in the swing, and she didn't need a mirror to know her cheek was now a bright crimson.

"Wrong answer, whore!" Cynthia yelled, raising her voice for the first time. An expression of fear replaced the bravado In Jody's blue eyes. Had she pushed too far? Cynthia's burst of anger seemed to pass as quickly as it erupted. Her attention was now back on the knife. With a loud snap, she popped the blade open. Jody's eyes opened wide as she watched the rays of the overhead work lights sparkle across the length of the blade. Cynthia seemed fascinated by the miniature light show.

"I was just thinking," Cynthia said as she stepped up to Jody and grabbed the bottom of her tank top an stretched it outward. "If you were able to hide this knife, who knows what else you were able to hide?" With that she brought up the cutting edge and sliced through the thin material of the blouse. Jody took a deep breath as the razor sharp knife passed up between her huge mounds and then arched up toward her neck. To be pulled aside at seemingly the last moment. The now severed sections of her blouse fell to her sides and her previously restrained breasts burst free. Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin globes bounced in the open air. A full 38D, they had the largest aureoles the Police Officer had ever seen, nearly two inches across. Capped by wide nipples that rose nearly an eight of an inch. Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and brought a hand to each globe. Cynthia sighed with delight as she closed on the soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across the erect nipples.

"Mmmm, the firmness of youth." She purred. Jody couldn't help but respond to the touch. Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, even this simple caress was enough to send a pleasing ripple across her chest. She bit down on her lip to hide her facial reaction but knew she wasn't doing a very good job of it. What self control Jody had, faded completely when Cynthia replaced her grazing touch with the wet and warm sensation of her tongue. Cynthia had first sucked another woman's breast when she was 16, and the years of experience showed. If anything, Jody's nipples grew harder as Cynthia stroked them again and again, sending shivers of bliss now throughout her captive body. Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia's tongue marked a path across Jody's inviting neck until it once more reached her mouth. Pulling the girl's naked breasts tight against her, Cynthia kissed her a second time. Moist and warm, this time there was little resistance to her effort as Jody even opened her mouth to admit her.

As they played a game of dueling tongues, Cynthia slid her free hand down beneath the waistband of Jody's shorts. There she was greeting by three exciting surprises. First, the fact that she wore no panties - although not surprising considering her occupation. Secondly, running her fingers across her pubic mound she discovered that it was totally bare. And finally, the most exciting discovery - Jody was already dripping wet. Despite her protests, she was really being turned on. Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both sides of the blue shorts and pulled them down with a powerful thrust. Jody signaled her consent by stepping out of them as they settled on the floor.

"She looks like a teenager." Cynthia thought as she got her first took at Jody's shaved pussy. It brought to mind the image of Carol Davis, her first lover when they were both teens. Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia pushed her head forward and ran her probing tongue up and down the length of Jody's slit. Quickly covered by a thick coating of lubricating juices, her tongue effortlessly slid inside.

"Oh God yes!" Jody exclaimed, no longer caring about anything except the electric touch of this woman's mouth. She thrust her pelvis forward, trying to drive Cynthia deeper within her. More than happy to accommodate her desire, the older woman began a series of furious motions with her darting tongue. The dark haired woman moaned loudly as Cynthia gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her wetness, sucking hungrily. It wasn't long before Jody was on the verge of orgasm. Her body quaked and sweat ran down her breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted around the instrument of her pleasure. Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed with an intensity she had never before known. Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched backward and she slammed against the hard bars behind her. Cynthia's fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of her buttocks as the red haired fury lapped up her juices like a kitten does milk.

Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars. Cynthia rose and stepped back, enjoying the view of her prize. Smiling, she ran her tongue across her lips, relishing the sweet souvenir of their encounter. After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed that the hooker had opened her eyes and was again staring at her. Neither fear or hostility showed in her eyes, just an increasing hunger. Satisfied that she now had her complete attention, Cynthia walked over to her and unclipped her belt. As it fell to the floor, the tall woman began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. That too soon fell to the floor, exposing a dark blue bra that because of its matching color had been invisible beneath her tunic. A minute later, her slacks were piled atop it, exposing matching blue panties. Soon they too joined the growing pile. Cynthia's breasts were much smaller than Jody's, her skin a pale white. Many times she had tried to get a tan, but she had a tendency to freckle - a condition that she truly hated. Between her legs sat a wild bush of bright red hair, stretching over her entire bikini area.

Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and straddled the sitting girl. Jody immediately took the hint and pressed her face between her legs. Cynthia let her take a few minutes to get comfortable to the idea and then began to do a bump and grind. It wasn't long before the red hair was sticky with juices as Jody practiced what Cynthia had taught her. She couldn't match the experience twenty years of lovers had given her partner, but she was willing to give it all the delight her youthful zeal could bring. Running her fingers through Jody's dark hair, Cynthia soon lost herself in the rising crest of her own passion. The girl had learned well, she had to admit. Not many lovers were a natural at this, but Jody had definite potential.