The Mouse That Squeaked
Patty Mortensen knocked on the open door of her superior. “You wanted to see me?” the detective asked.
The Black man at the desk looked up. He looked to be about fifty years old. Rumor was the brass had wanted to bump him up out or vice a couple of times but Captain Henry had refused because he wanted to stay close to his officers. Heck, it might even have been true, Patty thought, but that wasn’t what mattered now. “Patty,” the man said. “Come in.”
Patty entered the captain’s office.
“Good work on the Oxley case,” the man said.
“Thank you, sir.”
“There’s a new drug on the street,” the captain said. “You heard about it?”
“You mean squeak, sir?”
“Yeah. That’s what they’re calling it. What do you know about it?”
“Not much, sir. Word is that it’s new. Probably a designer drug. There’s a buzz out there on it but no one seems to know anything about it. How about you, sir? What do you know?”
“That’s pretty much what I’m getting from everyone else, too. There’s this buzz about it but no one seems to know anything more about it than the hype.”
“You’d think they’d be handing out free samples by now to get the buyers lined up.”
“Yeah,” Captain Henry said and that’s just what I want to avoid.”
“Sir?”
“The boys upstairs want to get on top of this stuff before this shit hits the street and that’s where you come in.”
Patty had a pretty good idea where this was going.
“I think it’s time for Lulu to hit the streets again.”
Yep. This was exactly where she thought this was going. Lulu was the role she’d played when she’d gone undercover to bust the prostitution ring. “Sir?”
“I’ll leave the details to you, or course, but I think Lulu’s going to need something real bad real soon. Addiction’s a bitch, don’t you know.”
So she was supposed to play the role of a drugged out hooker. Just great, she told herself but what could she do. “I know, sir.”
“Good. Then get out of here.”
Patty Mortensen sighed as she looked at the clothes in her closet. This was something she said she’d never do again. It was a lie, of course. If she’d really meant it, she would have thrown all the trashy clothes away when the old assignment was done, but she’d hung onto them, just in case they might be needed again.
It wasn’t that hard to dress like a hooker. Hell, all you had to do was start with trashy but if you looked trashy and available, now that was a winning combination ... or at least it had been for her.
Maybe too good a combination actually.
It had started out as a sting operation to catch the johns. Dry up the source of funds and you dried up the ability for the prostitutes to do their thing. If they couldn’t screw for a living then they’d be the ones who were screwed.
At least that was the way it was supposed to go.
She hadn’t known who he was when he’d pulled up to the curb. To her, he was just another john and she assumed to him, she was just another hooker turning tricks. That was what she’d thought as she’d walked up to his car and bent down so he could get a nice look at her tits. “Hey, Baby,” she’d said. “Are you looking for a little company tonight?”
“I might be,” he’d said. “What about you. You up for a little fun, too.”
“I might be,” she’d said.
“Me, too,” he’d agreed. ““That is, I might be if the price is right.”
Patty smiled as she watched the man ogling her breasts. “Oh, I think the price is right.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see about that.”
He’d taken Patty to a cheap motel which was exactly what Patty had expected him to do. Hardly anything out of the ordinary there.
He’d told her to take off her clothes. Hardly anything out of the ordinary there, either. It was all part of the job, she’d told herself.
And then he’d taken off his clothes.
She’d tried her best not to smirk but the truth was he wasn’t all that big.
“What’s the matter?” the man had demanded.
“Nothing,” she’d said.
The man reached for his clothes and suddenly, Patty found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. “What?”
“I said nothing,” she’d said again.
“Yeah that’s right. You better damn well say nothing,” the man said.
“I said nothing,” Patty said again.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you bitch and you’re damn well going to enjoy it.”
He had fucked her but she hadn’t enjoyed it. He’d paid her well for the use of her pussy but that wasn’t the point either and when it was done and only then, she’d found out that the man who’d fucked her was Alexei Kuralenko, the son of Victor Kuralenko, one of the biggest crime bosses in the city. When the arrests started coming down, Patty told herself, she was going to be happy to see his little prick in the slammer.
Only it never happened. Alexei was never arrested and when she’d approached her captain about it, she’d been told that the case had been pulled by the DA’s office.
Why, she wanted to know.
Something about entrapment, she was told.
“That’s bull shit, Captain.”
“You don’t think I know that,” he’d said. “Problem is, Detective, you and I don’t make the decisions around here.”
“It’s still bull shit,” Patty had said.
“I know that and you know that, but like I said, you and I don’t make the decisions around here.”
She’d done her time on the detail and when it was over, she’d told herself that she’d never do that again.
But there she was again, back on the streets turning tricks again.
She’d been out there for a week when Ivan approached her. He was a pimp but he was more than that. He thought he was such hot shit, like any girl would want to work her ass for his scrawny butt. She’d met him back when she’d been working the streets before. He’d tried to put the moves on her then but she’d turned him down in nothing flat. Honestly, it surprised Patty just a little that he was still out there doing his thing but as it turned out, it might just work out for her.
“What are you doing here?” he growled.
“I’m working,” Patty said.
“Not on my turf you’re not,” the pimp said, “unless of course you want to work for me.”
“Fuck you.”
“Where’d you run off to anyway?”
“Huh?”
“Where’d you run off to,” Ivan said. “Seems to me as if you disappeared right before the shit hit the fan.”
“What shit?”
“Right about when you kicked your ass out of here, the cops started crackin’ down on the johns and once they got them turned, they used them to crack down on the girls.”
“What?” Patty said in mock disbelief.
“Yeah. It was a big deal and it happened just about the time you kicked your ass out of here. I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it.”
“Ivan, I swear. I didn’t know anything about it. Besides, I had my own problems to worry about.”
“Yeah? What kinds of problems are those?”
“I’m not going to tell you,” Patty said.
“Yeah right.”
“It is right but I’m back now because I need the money.”
“Yeah well, that’s it. You just can’t move in here and start working like nothing’s happened.”
“I swear to you. I don’t know nothing about nothing.”
“Yeah well it’s still suspicious you know.”
This was as good a time as any to change the subject. “You know, Ivan, I been hearing something, too. I’ve been hearing something about a new drug called squeak.”
“Who told you about that?”
“I don’t know. I just heard it.”
“That stuff’s pretty nasty stuff from what I hear,” the pimp said. “You should stay away from that.”
“Yeah but where would I get my hands on some of it if I wanted to?”
“I told you. That’s some pretty nasty stuff. You don’t want any part of it.”
“Oh, you’re just saying that because you don’t know where to go to get any of the stuff.”
“I know where to go.”
“Yeah? Then prove it.”
“You know, maybe I will.”
Victor Kuralenko was proof that you could be whatever you wanted in America and what Victor wanted was to be his own boss.
He’d started out as an enforcer. He was good at it but he also learned a few tricks along the way. You didn’t have to come down like a ton of bricks on everyone. Sometimes, a little sugar worked just as well. You didn’t do it often enough that people expected it but just enough to know it was good to be on his good side.
He became known in the neighborhood. Who was that man, people would say. That man? That’s Victor. You wanted to do what Victor said, the people would say.
Victor Kuralenko was a lean man with a thin, almost gaunt face and as he rose up through the ranks, he never lost that look and at 53, he still looked lean and tough, He might not have wanted to pick a fight but he looked as if he wouldn’t back down from one either.
It was to Victor Kuralenko that Ivan brought Patty. “So Ivan here tells me you’re interested in getting your hands on some squeak.”
Patty twiddled the drink in her glass nervously as she sat there and looked across at the crime boss. This was going way higher than she’d ever thought it would go. “That’s right,” she said.
“I think I know someone,” Victor said, “but I have to know that your interest is genuine.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know the cops would love to get their hands on this stuff,” Victor said. “From what I hear, they’re organizing an undercover operation to do that even now.”
Patty couldn’t help but tense up at that. Was he talking about her? Did he even know who she was or was he just trying to bluff her. Easy, she told herself. He couldn’t know. “I’m no cop,” she said.
“I wish I could believe that.”
“You can, I’m not.”
“I have contacts in the police department. What if I were to give one of them a call.”
“You can call whoever you want,” Patty said nervously.
“Hmm.”
“I’m not a cop,” Patty tried to assure the man.
“Maybe I’ll take a chance on you.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” the man said. “I understand you like to fuck.”
“What?”
“You’re a prostitute.”
“It’s what I do,” Patty said as she took another drink.
“So you don’t like to fuck?”
“I wouldn’t say that but it has to be the right guy.” Patty was again nervous. Where the heck was Victor going with this.
“So what is the right guy?” Victor asked.
What was the right answer, Patty wondered. “I’m not sure if there is any one ‘right’ guy,” she said hesitantly. “There just has to be ... a connection, you know what I mean?”
Victor smiled. “I get it. You’re still a woman, right? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? You may fuck for a living but you still want to talk about feelings and shit like that. Is that it?”
Patty nodded emphatically. “Yes, that’s it.”
“I understand.”
Victor continued to talk but Patty was suddenly starting to realize something. In a time when she should have been totally alert, she was suddenly feeling fatigued.
“Something wrong?” Victor asked.
And that’s when Patty got it. “You ... you drugged me,” she said dully.
“Yes, of course.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a cop.”
“What?” Patty asked and she didn’t even notice that she hadn’t really bothered to deny Victor’s allegation.
“You’re a cop.”
“I ... no. I ... I have to go.”
“You’e not going anywhere,” Victor said. At least not right now you’re not.”
She needed to get up, Patty told herself but somehow just the thought of getting up seemed to make her even more fatigued.
“You might as well give into it.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
That was the last word Patty heard before she passed out.
Things had clearly taken a turn for the worse when Patty finally regained consciousness.
For one thing, someone had taken her top off and she hadn’t been wearing a bra so that meant she was now topless and just to make matters worse, someone, maybe the same someone who’d removed her top, but someone had his arm wrapped around her as his one of his hands held one of her breasts.
And then there was the fact that her top was gone and since she wasn’t wearing a bra, that left her rather exposed.
And then there was the fact that Victor was standing over her and Patty was pretty sure that the crime boss wasn’t standing over her just to make sure that everything was okay.
“I see you’re awake,” the man said.
Patty struggled to get up before she was shoved back down onto the chair. “Let me go,” she cried out.
“Let you go,” Victor taunted her. “Let you go. Now why would I want to do that? We’re just getting started.”
“Let me go or you’ll be sorry.”
“Why? ‘Cause you’re going to call your cop friends?”
Patty was silent and that just drew laughter from Victor and something else. He was holding something up. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.
It looked like an inhaler but Patty wasn’t going to tell him that.
“This contains what you say you want,” the man said. “This contains a single dose of squeak. Would you like to try it?”
Patty just glared at the man.
“Of course you want to try it,” the man said. “It’s what you came here for so of course you want to try it, that is of course, unless you’re not what you say you are. A cop wouldn’t want to try this so what do you say. Do you want to try it.”
“You’re scaring me,” Patty said.
“Me scaring you? How am I scaring you?”
“You just are.”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes! I told you.”
“Well, I suppose maybe—”
As focused as she was on what Victor was saying to her, Patty never noticed the man behind her until he was pulling her up out of her chair. “Hey,” she yelled. “Hey, what are you doing?”
And in the next instant, the air was being knocked out of her as the man pulled hard around her stomach.
That’s when Victor stuck the inhaler in her face and then in her mouth even as she instinctively gasped for air and then her eyes went wide as she realized just what it was that she had done. “What did you do?” she demanded. “What did you do?”
“I gave you what you wanted,” the crime boss said unapologetically.
“You ass hole,” Patty screamed. “What did you do to me?”
“You know what I did.”
Patty was still breathing heavily as her eyes flashed at the man. “You ... you had no right to do that.”
“Au contraire. I had every right to do that ... cop.”
Patty wasn’t even bothering to argue the point anymore. She was just moaning to herself. “Oh my God,” she moaned over and over again. “Oh my God.”
“You can feel it happening, can’t you,” the man said.
“Feel what?” Patty moaned.
“You can feel what it’s doing to you.”
“What?”
“You can feel what the drug is doing to you,” the crime boss said. “Do you even know what it does? Do you even know why they call it squeak?”
“Why?”
“They call it squeak because it makes your pussy tight. The more you take it, the tighter you get. They say that if your pussy weren’t so wet all the time, and believe me, it will be, but they say your pussy would get so tight that it would squeak every time it got a cock inside it. That’s why they call it squeak.”
Patty couldn’t help but stare at the man. What he was saying was just crazy.
“What about it? Is your pussy feeling a little bit tighter?”
“No,” Patty snorted.
“No? Really?”
No, Patty thought. No, it couldn’t be, but it was almost as if ... it was almost as if she was feeling something.
“You’re not feeling anything at all?”
Patty could feel her pussy quivering. “N-no,” she whimpered.
“No? So what you’re saying is you wouldn’t want to get fucked right now.”
“I ... I, um ... I, no.”
“No? Oh now I find that so hard to believe. You do want to get fucked right now, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh my God, yeah. I want to get fucked right now.”
“What about that pussy of yours? Is your pussy tight?”
Oh my God, Patty thought. Her pussy was so tight.
“I’ll bet you want to show me how tight you are.”
God, that was exactly what she wanted.
“You know what to do.”
Of course she knew what to do. In fact, she couldn’t get herself out of the rest of her clothes fast enough. She let her hand slide between her legs and she rubbed her little clitty. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. She was so tight.
“What are you doing?”
“What?”
“You’re playing with your pussy.”
“Yeah so?”
“So take my cock out.”
Take his cock out. That was exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t get his cock out of his pants fast enough.
“Now suck on it,” the man told her.
Suck on it. Mmm yeah. That was exactly what she wanted. Mmm yeah.
“That’s a good girl. I think we both know what a slut like you wants, don’t we.”
Patty wasn’t sure what it was that Victor thought he knew but she certainly knew what she wanted.
“I think someone needs to get her pussy fucked.”
“Yeah,” Patty moaned. That was exactly what she wanted.
“Lie back and spread your legs,” the man told her.
Patty couldn’t lie back quickly enough and she couldn’t get her legs open fast enough. She hoped this meant that Victor was going to fuck her.
He was! Oh my God, the woman thought. Oh my God. There he was sliding in between her legs and then he was rubbing his cock up against her pussy. “You’re so tight,” he said.
Of course she was tight.
“I’ll bet you can’t wait to get a cock in there.”
Yeah. That was exactly what she wanted and then she gasped as Victor stuck her with his cock. Oh my God. He was so big or maybe it was just that he was so tight. Whatever it was, his cock seemed almost on the verge of being too big for her but that was just the way she liked it. She liked cocks that were too big for her.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
She loved it.
“Oh yeah. I think I’m going to cum.”
She wanted that, too. She wanted him to cum in her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
He was actually doing it. Oh my God. He was actually doing it. He was actually coming in her pussy.
And even as he did, Patty started to come to her senses. Oh my God, the police officer told herself. What had she just done, and could the drug really have made her want to do that, she wondered. She couldn’t really see how it could and yet all she had to do was look at the evidence.
“I want you to think of something before you go,” Victor said.
“What?” Patty pouted.
“You’re addicted to my cock.”
“Bull shit.”
“You can say that if you want but tell me, whose cock is the best?”
Patty was loathe to answer that even though she knew what the answer was.
“Whose cock is the best?”
“Y-yours,” Patty mumbled.
“What’s that?” Victor said. “I’m not sure I heard you right. Whose cock is the best?”
“Yours.”
“Really now. Isn’t that nice, but tell me, if you tell anyone what we did or more specifically, what I did to you, I won’t be able to fuck you again, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
In spite of herself, Patty shook her head.
“So you’re not going to tell anyone what we did.”
Patty shook her head.
“I’m afraid I’m going to need a little something more than that. You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”
“N-no,” Patty murmured. “I’m ... I’m not going to tell.”
Victor just grinned. “That’s a good girl,” he told the woman. “I knew I could count on you. You can go now but just remember, you know who to come to when you need another fix from my cock.”
Patty nodded numbly and she picked up her things. She wasn’t going to be back, she told herself. She only wished she could believe it.
She was back on the street again and she was working, or at least that’s what she told herself. Back before when she’d worked the streets, she’d certainly worked the streets. She’d worked the streets because she’d had to if for no other reason than to keep up appearances but this time, it was different.
Of course, it had nothing to do with Victor Kuralenko and what he had done to her the night before, she told herself. It had absolutely nothing to do with that.
Like the guy who was fucking her now. She couldn’t even remember what his name was but he sure earnest in his attempt to fuck the hell out of her pussy and she wanted him to do it. She just wished he was a little ... a little something ... maybe a little bigger.
“Fuck,” the guy groaned. “Fuck, you’re so God damned tight.”
Not as tight as I was the day before, Patty told herself and almost as quickly, she chastised herself for that thought. This had absolutely nothing to do with what had happened the day before.
“So tight,” the guy groaned. “So fucking tight.”
“Are you going to cum in me?” Patty murmured.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’m going to cum in you.”
“I want you to do it. I want you to cum inside me. I want you to cum so hard.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, do it. Cum inside me. Do it. Do it now.”
The guy groaned and in the next instant, he was doing it. In the next instant, he was filling Patty up with his cum.
And that, Patty thought, that was all there was. He’d cum hard and he’d filled her up but as much as he’d managed to get himself off, he’d done absolutely nothing for her.
“Was it good for you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she lied.
“Maybe we can do it again.”
“Maybe we can,” Patty agreed.
“Cool.”
And then she was back on the street again, looking to turn her next trick and looking for the cock that could make her feel as good as she’d felt the day before.
Shut up, she told herself. The day before wasn’t that big a deal and Victor Kuralenko was just a fucking pig.
Maybe he was, she argued back, but he was a pig who knew how to make her cum and there was something to be said for that.
A car pulled up and Ivan hopped out. “How’s it going?” he asked.
Patty looked at him warily. “It’s going fine,” she said.
“You’ve been busy.”
“Lots of guys out there who want to fuck a girl who won’t turn around and give all her money to some fuckin’ pimp,” Patty said haughtily.
Ivan just laughed at that. “Your time will come,” he said.
That was what worried her.
“The boss wants to see you.”
“What if I don’t want to see him?”
“Then don’t go,” Ivan said, “but the boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Patty could care less what Victor Kuralenko liked only ... only there was the potential that he might want to fuck her and there something about his cock, something that just seemed to make her cum. It wasn’t the squeak, of course. It was something else but there was definitely something about his cock.
“You coming,” Ivan said with a smirk.
Oh man, she would have totally liked to have wiped the smile off of his face and yet, she couldn’t, and maybe that was why she shouldn’t stand up to him, she thought. He totally expected her to stand up to him and he was probably ready for it so why should she? Why give him the pleasure of having her stand up to him and him being able to put her down.
“You coming?” he asked again.
“Sure,” she said. “I’m coming.”
“Yeah, I kind of thought you would.”
Ooh, he was so smug, she told herself, but she’d show him. Just you wait and see.
“Well now,” Victor Kuralenko said when Patty was finally led before him. “Would you look who we have here. It’s my favorite, little cop.”
“I’m not a cop,” Patty tried to protest.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. I don’t want to hear it. We both know what you are, don’t we?”
Patty wanted to protest but really, if they both knew what she was, then really, what was the point.
“I’ve got something for you. Would you like to know what that is?”
“What?”
Victor held up something that looked like an inhaler. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.
Patty couldn’t help but shiver. “Is it squeak?” she asked.
“You know it is. Do you want it?”
Patty couldn’t help but tremble. She knew she shouldn’t want it, but ...
“You want it,” Victor said again. “Here. I’ll even let you hold it, but we both know you want another dose of squeak.”
No, Patty told herself. Don’t say it.
Victor’s voice grew harsher. “I haven’t got time for little girlies who don’t know what they want. Either you tell me you want it or you can give that dose back here and you can get the fuck out of here.”
“No,” Patty said.
“No? No what?”
“No, I don’t want to go.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“I want it,” Patty said.
“You want it? You want what?”
Patty couldn’t believe she was about to say what she was about to say but she knew she had to say it. “I want it. I want another dose of squeak.”
“Well if that’s what you want, you know what to do. After all, you’re holding it there right in your hand.”
Patty said nothing.
“Either you use it now or you get the fuck out.”
Patty looked at the inhaler and she knew what she was going to do. She lifted it up and she put it in her mouth and she closed her eyes even as she pressed down and breathed in deeply.
“There now. That’s not so bad.”
It wasn’t bad at all, Patty told herself as her body succumbed to the euphoria that was now gripping her. No, it wasn’t bad at all except that her pussy was so tight. Oh my God. Her pussy was so tight.
Yeah, and it was empty, too. Her pussy was so empty.
“You want something?” Victor asked.
She looked at him. Wasn’t it obvious what she wanted, she wanted to say. God damn, if it wasn’t obvious, it should be, but maybe he just needed to hear her say it.
“You want something?” Victor asked again.
“I want to fuck.”
“You could have fooled me,” the man said.
“What?”
“You could have fooled me,” Victor said again.
“Huh, why?”
“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” Victor said.
“You want me to take my clothes off,” Patty offered hopefully.
“It’s not about what I want,” Victor said. “It’s about what you want. What do you want?”
What did she want, Patty asked herself but almost as soon as she asked herself that question, she knew the answer and moments later, she was pulling off all her clothes. “There,” she said when she was finally naked. “How’s that?”
“Is that what you want?”
Patty could feel the euphoria washing over her body even as her pussy was getting even tighter. Yes, she told herself. Yes. That was what she wanted only now ... oh God, her pussy was so tight and it was so empty, too.
“Is that what you want?” Victor asked again.
“There is something else I want, Mr. Kuralenko.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Kuralenko.”
“You do, do ya?”
“Yes.”
“Is your pussy wet?”
“My pussy is so wet, Mr. Kuralenko.”
“I suppose we’re going to have to see about that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you come over here and bend over my desk.”
This was wrong, Patty told herself. This was so wrong and yet even as she told herself that, she knew she just couldn’t help herself. She had to get a cock in her pussy and she didn’t care what she had to do to get it.
The crime boss was coming up behind her and then she could feel his cock pressing up against her pussy. “You are wet,” he said even as he kept his cock on the outside of her cunt. “What do you think we should do about that?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Patty said.
“Yeah? Is that what you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Patty begged. “Oh my God. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please. Fuck me with your big, hard cock.”
Patty couldn’t help but moan as that cock moved deeper and harder between her legs. “You mean like that?” Victor asked.
“Yes,” Patty moaned.
“I’ll bet you want me to fuck you harder.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I want you to fuck me harder.”
“You asked for it,” the man said and Patty couldn’t help but moan as the man’s cock moved even harder between her legs. Fuck that was good. Fuck she needed that. Fuck she needed it so bad and fuck, she was going to fucking cum.
“You have such a tight, little pussy,” the man groaned. “You know what that means?”
“No, what?”
“It means this,” the man said and even as he said it, Patty could feel his cock cumming inside her and it felt so good. It felt so good to have his cum and then she moaned as she started to cum and her pussy got even tighter.
She’d slept in until almost noon. That was one good thing about working undercover. Your hours at least were your own but then of course, there was a reason she’d slept in as late as she had. It was because she’d been fucking. It was because she was fucking all night long and now that she was awake ...
Damn. Now that she was awake, it was almost as if she could feel it all over again. She wanted to fuck.
No, she told herself. No. That was just the drug talking but even as she told herself that, her hand was sliding down between her legs.
No, she told herself but it was already too late. Oh fuck, her pussy was so tight. She knew what she needed. She needed a cock inside it.
No. She needed more than that. She knew what she needed and so in spite of herself, she went out in search of Ivan.
“Baby, please. I need another fix. I need it bad.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I was thinking maybe you could help me.”
“Help you how?”
“I need you to get me another fix from Victor.”
“Yeah right.”
“I’ll let you fuck me anyway you want to fuck me,” Patty pleaded. “I just need your help and I need it bad.”
“Mr. Kuralenko said you’d be back,” Ivan said. “That’s why he gave me this.”
Patty stared at the inhaler in Ivan’s hand. “Is ... is that what I think it is?”
“It sure is,” Ivan said.
“I need it,” Patty said.
“That’s old news.”
“I need it bad.”
“So?”
“So I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“You’ll come whore for me,” Ivan said.
“Whatever you want me to do.”
“You’ll let me fuck that tight, little pussy of yours?”
“Oh yeah,” Patty moaned. “Please.”
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
He was leading her back to a back alley.
“Why are we going here?” Patty asked worriedly.
“This is where whore’s do their work,” Ivan said and then he handed over the inhaler. “I think you know what to do with this.”
Sure she was worried about what they were doing here but the inhaler in her hand overrode any doubts she might have had so she lifted it up and she breathed in deeply.
Oh yes, there it was. The sudden rush of euphoria and the overpowering need to get a cock in her super-tight pussy. Ivan could do whatever he wanted with her just so long as he did something.
“Turn around,” Ivan ordered her. “Hands against the wall.”
Patty did just what she was told to do.
“Stick that ass out,” Ivan ordered her.
Again, Patty did what she was told to do and she could feel the pimp stroking a hand over her bottom. “You know, I’ve always liked this,” the man said.
Patty might have had something to say about that if it weren’t for the fact that in the next instant, she felt the man pulling up her skirt and then sliding his fingers between her legs.
“Someone’s got a wet pussy,” Ivan observed.
Well of course she had a wet pussy, Patty wanted to say but then she felt Ivan pulling her thong to one side and she found herself waiting for whatever it was that was going to come next.
She didn’t have long to wait before she felt the pimp pressing up between her legs.
“You know, I don’t normally like to mess around with the merchandise but in your case, I think I’ll make an exception.”
Patty couldn’t help but groan as she felt the man move deeper inside her tight, little pussy. Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Patty moaned. Oh God. He was so big.
“Fuck. I’m going to cum.”
She wanted him to. She wanted him to cum in her pussy.
“Fuck,” the man groaned again and that’s when Patty felt it, the feel of the man’s cum as he filled up her tight, little pussy.
“Damn,” the man said when he was done. “Damn, that was good.”
Patty just nodded.
“The boss wants to see you,” Ivan said.
“What?”
“He said whenever you showed up again, I should bring you around.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, he did, so come on. Let’s go.”
Ivan called someone while they were on their way and it was pretty clear the person he was calling was Victor and then they were there and Patty was being led into Victor’s study only to find that Victor wasn’t alone. His son, Alexei, was there, too.
“Well now, would you look who we have here,” Victor said and then he looked at Ivan. “You can go,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Fancy seeing you around here again,” Victor said to Patty after Ivan had left. “Did you enjoy getting your pussy fucked?”
Patty nodded.
Victor turned to his son. “Is this the girl?” Victor asked.
Alexei nodded. “That’s her.”
“You really should be more careful where you stick your dick,” his father scolded his son, “but as it turns out, I’ve taken care of things and I think we’ve managed to come out a bit ahead on this one.”
Alexei said nothing.
“I know what you want,” Victor said even as he took out an inhaler. “Go on. Take it.”
Patty hesitated for only a moment before she took the inhaler.
“Go on. Use it.”
Again, Patty hesitated but it was only for a moment. She used the inhaler.
God, she needed to get fucked.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Please. I’ll do anything you want me to do. I just need you to fuck me please.”
“Yeah but you lied to me before and you’ve lied to my son, too. I don’t like it when people lie to me so last chance to tell the truth. You are a cop, aren’t you?”
Crap. What was the right answer? She knew she should tell him no. She knew she shouldn’t blow her cover but she also knew she couldn’t risk it. She couldn’t risk the fact that she might not get her dose of squeak.
“Well?”
She couldn’t, she told herself.
“Last chance.”
“Okay?”
“Okay what?”
“Okay, I am a cop.”
“There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Can I have get fucked now, please?”
“No.”
“No?” Patty cried out. “But I told you the truth.”
“I know you did but I don’t like your attitude.”
“What’s wrong with my attitude?”
“You need to show me the proper amount of respect.”
“Respect?”
“You think that being a cop makes you such hot shit. You think if you fuck up, you can always call for back-up. Isn’t that right?”
Patty shook her head.
“My son told me about you. He said you were a good fuck but I made you an even better one.”
Again, Patty just looked at him.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes what?”
Patty shook her head.
“You don’t know? You don’t know what you’re supposed to call me?”
Patty shook her head.
“I could make you call me sir but I think there’s a better title for you.”
“What?” Patty pouted.
“That’s ‘what, sir.’”
It wasn’t that hard, Patty realized. It wasn’t that hard to call him ‘sir.’ “What, sir?” she asked.
“That’s better but like I said, I got a better title for you. I think from now on, you’re going to call me something else. I think from now on, you’re going to call me boss.”
“Boss?”
“Yeah boss because from now on, you’re going to work for me. From now on, you’re going to do what I say and when the police do anything that I might find interesting, you’re going to tell me all about it. Isn’t that right?”
Say no, Patty told herself. Say no ... and yet the only thing she could say was, “Yes, boss.”
“There you go. Tell me. Would you like to get fucked?”
That was such an easy question to answer, Patty thought. “Yes, boss.”
“I’ll bet you want to get that pussy of yours fucked now, don’t you,” the man said.
“Yes, boss.”
“Why don’t we get started with my son here first. I think he needs to get his cock sucked, don’t you, boy.”
“Dad!”
“What?”
“I don’t need your help, dad. I can get girls to suck my cock on my own.”
“I don’t know. I find that rather hard to believe if you have to go out and pay someone to do it, but Patty here’s going to do it for free. Isn’t that right, Patty?”
“Yes, Boss.”
“See. She’s ready to suck your cock so get your dick out and let her suck it.”
“Fine,” the man grumbled and yet after that, he took his dick out.
Patty couldn’t believe it but she had no problem at all kneeling down and wrapping her lips around Alexei’s cock. Was this a sign of how far she’d fallen, she wondered.
“Oh fuck,” the son groaned.
But then Patty felt the father coming up behind her and lifting up her skirt and she could feel his hand stroke her ass. “That’s it,” Victor told her. “You just keep sucking on that cock.”
She could do that, Patty told herself, especially if that meant that someone else was going to be filling up her pussy and then she moaned as Victor’s cock did exactly that.
“So tight,” Victor moaned as his cock pounded away at Patty’s pussy.
“Dad?”
Victor seemed not to be paying attention to his son.
“Dad?” Alexei asked again.
“What?” an exasperated Victor finally asked.
“When’s it going to be my turn?”
“You think you’re ready for this?” Victor asked. “You think you can handle a pussy like this?”
“I’m sure I can.”
Victor said nothing.
“Dad.”
“Hold on.”
The son waited. “Dad,” he said finally.
“Fuck. Almost there. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, here it comes.”
Patty could certainly attest to that because she could feel the man cumming inside her pussy and then he just wouldn’t stop. He kept cumming and cumming and cumming.
“Dad?”
“What?”
“My turn.”
“Oh yeah,” the father said sheepishly. “Why don’t you lie down.”
“Lie down?”
“Yeah. Lie down.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
The son shrugged but then he did as his father had directed him to do.
Victor just nodded at Patty and Patty seemingly seemed to know exactly what was expected of her because in the next instant, she was moving forward and then she was straddling the son’s body and then she was lowering her pussy down onto his cock.
“Fuck,” the son groaned.
“What’d I tell you? Isn’t she tight?”
“Yeah,” the son moaned as Patty began to fuck his cock. “God damn. She’s so tight.”
Victor’s hands were stroking Patty’s little, round bottom. “I know she is,” he told his son.
“Fuck.”
“Let it happen, son. It’s okay. That’s what she’s there for. Go ahead and cum in her pussy.”
“Okay, Dad,” and the son groaned as his cock emptied itself into Patty’s pussy.
It really was almost what she was there for Patty told herself as father and son used her pussy over and over again and the more they used her, the more she knew that was exactly what she wanted them to do.
Finally though, the exhausted men pulled back but Victor looked at Patty. “Who am I?” he asked.
“You’re my boss,” Patty said.
“Good girl, and who are you?”
“I’m you’re girl.”
“And what do you need?”
“I need some squeak.”
“And what else?”
Patty thought about it. What else was there, she wondered and then she thought of something else. “I need to be fucked.”
“And what else?”
Patty sensed she was on the right track but what else was there. Wait. There was something else. “I need your cum in my tight, little pussy.”
“Good, mouse,” Victor said approvingly. “That’s exactly what you need. You need my cum in your tight, little pussy and when I get my strength up again, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”