Flesh & Blood by John Argus

his job every day.’ He started the car and pulled out into the street.
    ‘I’m actually coming to appreciate superiors who sit in their office all day and don’t bother me,’ she said.
    He snorted. ‘That new captain is something else again, ain’t she?’
    Leah nodded. ‘She’s getting on my nerves,’ she admitted. But more than that she was making her nervous. Too many times she’d felt a chill at the back of her neck, turned, and seen Mbweni looking at her. And whenever she did the woman would kind of smirk knowingly, look her up and down, then turn away.
    Leah thought of the things she said, and a little rush of heat swept down through her belly into her panties. The thought of being bound naked before the woman made her chest tight. Her nipples hardened at once, transmitting little quivers of pleasure through her breasts as she moved, as they moved within the tight confines of her bra cups. The fact that she disliked the arrogant woman made little difference to her physical reactions.
    ‘Well, maybe a little discipline is what the district needs,’ Scott suggested without conviction. ‘It seems to have done wonders for Yi.’
    Leah frowned uncertainly. Sara had certainly become far more tightlipped since her meeting with Mbweni. She wasn’t her usual bouncy self, and her eyes looked haunted. Since there had been no announcement and she’d not wanted to embarrass the girl by telling her she’d overheard the transfer ultimatum, she hadn’t really been able to discuss it with her. The few times she had tried to offer a chance for Sara to talk to her the girl had abruptly shirked away. Leah shrugged dismissively, looking out the window at the passing traffic. She had her own problems, after all, and Mbweni was the least of them.
    It had been almost a week now since she had interviewed Morales. During the day her mind was filled with erotic flights of fancy involving herself and almost everyone she knew. It was bizarre. She kept fantasizing about people, both men and women, about police colleagues she’d known for years, people who lived in her building, witnesses she’d spoken to, schoolgirls she passed on the street, and even that bitch Mbweni, for that matter. And Sara, and Scott. And they weren’t idle thoughts either, but brooding fantasies that made her breasts rise and fall more rapidly as her breathing quickened, made her abdominal muscles clench and her pussy warm and moisten.
    It had been bad enough that first day, but it was getting worse as time went by. She walked through the day in a cloud of sexual hunger, often finding it difficult to concentrate on her job as erotic fantasies spilled through her mind. Even watching the girl on the tape had made her nipples ache as she’d imagined having sex with her, then with Scott while they watched, then with both of them together.
    And the nights were worse. She was masturbating every evening now, and then more after she climbed into bed to toss and turn throughout the night, her dreams filled with shameful submission to men and women. That first melancholic nightmare had been played out again and again in different settings in her sleeping mind. Every night in her dreams she was fucked roughly, climaxing again and again, and every morning she woke feeling as though she’d been the centerpiece of a gangbang.
    She had twice given herself to strangers she’d met while desperately prowling nightclubs. The sex was desperate and carnal, and she climaxed repeatedly. But it was short-lived, as well, and left her feeling ashamed and dirty as she made her way home, although her body had a terrible craving she could not satisfy.
    ‘Doing anything much this weekend?’
    She blinked in surprise and turned to Scott. ‘Um, no, I don’t think so.’
    That night she could barely get through the door to her apartment before tearing off her clothes. She felt free, alive, as she padded back and forth, naked, her hands running up and down her body, cupping her