orgasms? She knew if that was the case she’d be begging to get out of it after fifteen minutes or so, but right now the thought sounded so good she could almost climax just thinking about the last time.
Picking up her cell, she scanned the text message lazily before bolting upright on the couch. You better get over here. The cops are here asking about you. It was from Vincent!
She texted back, What do they want? Which officer?
A chime and then the last name she ever wanted to see again came across her cell phone screen. Officer Ramirez. Just get here.
What did her ex-boyfriend want with her now? She hadn’t broken any laws. And he sure as hell knew they weren’t getting back together. So why was he asking Vincent about her?
Fuck.
* * * * *
Mary Ann greeted her at the door. “Thank god you’re here,” she said, her eyebrows creased with worry. “That damn cop won’t leave until he sees you’re okay.”
Vincent came up behind Mary Ann and gestured Georgia inside. His face was stony and expressionless, but anger seethed out of his pores.
“I didn’t call the cops, Vincent,” Georgia said. “You know I wouldn’t do something like that.”
He sighed. “Just go talk to him.”
Georgia walked into the back office. Mary Ann and Vincent waited in the lounge behind her. Her ex-boyfriend Eric Ramirez stood in his police blues, arms at his sides.
He shook his head. “I was told the lady in question was called ‘Sweet Georgia’. I can’t believe it’s actually you . Jesus.”
“Hi, Eric.”
“I’m on the job. Call me Officer,” he said. “And close the door. We need to talk.”
Closing the office door, she laughed to cover her nerves and sat on the couch. “Gimme a break, Officer . What the hell are you doing here?”
“We got a concerned call from a client here. Said a man locked you into a chastity belt against your will and wouldn’t take it off.”
Georgia shook her head. “Not true.”
Eric stepped toward her and Georgia gasped as he lifted her skirt. “Get away from me, Eric, I mean it.”
“Jesus, Georgia,” he said in apparent disgust when he saw the metal contraption hiding under her clothes. “Why the fuck did this pervert do this to you? Were you such a slut he had to forcibly lock you up?”
“Get out of here,” she said, struggling to hide her flushed face as she lowered her skirt.
“While I can see where the guy who put the chastity belt on you was going with this, I’m still going to arrest his ass.” Eric looked down at his paper and read the name. “Jonathan Syler. He’s going down.”
“There was no crime, you idiot!” she yelled, jumping to her feet in outrage. “I slept at his house last night and I practically begged him to put the belt back on me. I like being his.”
Eric tilted his head and leaned back against Vincent’s expensive mahogany desk. “I received a phone call saying that this guy put the belt on you and wouldn’t unlock it, against your will. Are you saying that never happened?”
“Well, m-maybe at first,” she stuttered, “but now it’s different.”
“So Jonathan Syler did indeed restrain you against your will.”
“Damn it, Eric, you’re twisting my words. Anyway, I’m not pressing charges, so get the fuck out of here.”
“Are you in a relationship with this man?”
Was she? “Yes.”
“I think I’m going to arrest him anyway,” Eric said. “It’s like with domestic abuse, sometimes the wife won’t talk but if there’s evidence we can still convict.”
Georgia wanted to scream in frustration. She sat on the couch and put her face in her hands. “There’s no evidence, Officer Moron. You’re just doing this to fuck with my head.”
“Oh, there’s no evidence?” He stood above her, glaring down from his full height. “How about a room full of men watching you get assaulted? How about the fact that you are wearing a damned chastity belt right fucking now ?”
“Please, please, Eric…Officer.
Picking up her cell, she scanned the text message lazily before bolting upright on the couch. You better get over here. The cops are here asking about you. It was from Vincent!
She texted back, What do they want? Which officer?
A chime and then the last name she ever wanted to see again came across her cell phone screen. Officer Ramirez. Just get here.
What did her ex-boyfriend want with her now? She hadn’t broken any laws. And he sure as hell knew they weren’t getting back together. So why was he asking Vincent about her?
Fuck.
* * * * *
Mary Ann greeted her at the door. “Thank god you’re here,” she said, her eyebrows creased with worry. “That damn cop won’t leave until he sees you’re okay.”
Vincent came up behind Mary Ann and gestured Georgia inside. His face was stony and expressionless, but anger seethed out of his pores.
“I didn’t call the cops, Vincent,” Georgia said. “You know I wouldn’t do something like that.”
He sighed. “Just go talk to him.”
Georgia walked into the back office. Mary Ann and Vincent waited in the lounge behind her. Her ex-boyfriend Eric Ramirez stood in his police blues, arms at his sides.
He shook his head. “I was told the lady in question was called ‘Sweet Georgia’. I can’t believe it’s actually you . Jesus.”
“Hi, Eric.”
“I’m on the job. Call me Officer,” he said. “And close the door. We need to talk.”
Closing the office door, she laughed to cover her nerves and sat on the couch. “Gimme a break, Officer . What the hell are you doing here?”
“We got a concerned call from a client here. Said a man locked you into a chastity belt against your will and wouldn’t take it off.”
Georgia shook her head. “Not true.”
Eric stepped toward her and Georgia gasped as he lifted her skirt. “Get away from me, Eric, I mean it.”
“Jesus, Georgia,” he said in apparent disgust when he saw the metal contraption hiding under her clothes. “Why the fuck did this pervert do this to you? Were you such a slut he had to forcibly lock you up?”
“Get out of here,” she said, struggling to hide her flushed face as she lowered her skirt.
“While I can see where the guy who put the chastity belt on you was going with this, I’m still going to arrest his ass.” Eric looked down at his paper and read the name. “Jonathan Syler. He’s going down.”
“There was no crime, you idiot!” she yelled, jumping to her feet in outrage. “I slept at his house last night and I practically begged him to put the belt back on me. I like being his.”
Eric tilted his head and leaned back against Vincent’s expensive mahogany desk. “I received a phone call saying that this guy put the belt on you and wouldn’t unlock it, against your will. Are you saying that never happened?”
“Well, m-maybe at first,” she stuttered, “but now it’s different.”
“So Jonathan Syler did indeed restrain you against your will.”
“Damn it, Eric, you’re twisting my words. Anyway, I’m not pressing charges, so get the fuck out of here.”
“Are you in a relationship with this man?”
Was she? “Yes.”
“I think I’m going to arrest him anyway,” Eric said. “It’s like with domestic abuse, sometimes the wife won’t talk but if there’s evidence we can still convict.”
Georgia wanted to scream in frustration. She sat on the couch and put her face in her hands. “There’s no evidence, Officer Moron. You’re just doing this to fuck with my head.”
“Oh, there’s no evidence?” He stood above her, glaring down from his full height. “How about a room full of men watching you get assaulted? How about the fact that you are wearing a damned chastity belt right fucking now ?”
“Please, please, Eric…Officer.
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