A Groupie's Diary | By : Rainesama Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 4126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author's Note: This is the 9th encounter. If I receive enough positive feedback about this one...and another freaky dream, I should be able to add more to it. But until further notice, this is the final encounter. Feel free to throw some ideas at me too...
Encounter #9
Yolanda got dressed in a curve-hugging short black dress that, as usual, stopped just below her butt. She put on her sexy high heels and made her hair wavy. The straps of the dress where almost needle thin and the cleavage hugged like a bikini top. Tonight she would meet another VIP.
On her drive towards the club, a cop car began to tail her for a few seconds before turning on it’s sirens. She sighed in exasperation and pulled over in the nearest space. The car parked behind her and a cop got out and approached her.
“Excuse me, but I you you to step out of the car,” the cop said.
Yolanda sighed again and killed the ignition on her care before getting out. The cop made her lock her car and hand over her purse before bending her over on the hood of the care. He began to search her, but he was being a little too close for comfort. He did a twice over and each time his hands brushed up against her breasts or purposely stroked her inner thigh.
“Is she clean?” his partner asked from the passenger seat.
“Not sure. We’ll have to take her in,” the guy searching her said.
“What!” Yolanda exclaimed.
“I haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Oh I think prostitution counts as something wrong,” the officer said before cuffing her and putting her in the back.
The drive seemed way too quick for Yolanda’s liking and she soon found herself in an interrogation room. They removed the handcuffs from her as two other cops entered the room. She was starting to get uncomfortable, even more so when they locked the door behind them.
One of them grabbed her arms and held them behind her. He leaned over and nibbled on her ear, “We’ve got enough counts of prostitution to lock you away for a while.”
Yolanda began to panic, “Isn’t there anything I can do not to do time?”
One of the cops in front of her smirked, “Oh we can think of a few things. See, what we’re gonna do right now is do a cavity search on you to check if you’re harboring drugs as well.”
“After we’re done searching and questioning, we’ll let you go,” the other said.
The cop holding her arms tightened his grip. A cavity search, that made Yolanda even more uncomfortable, especially since the guy that was going to do it wasn’t wearing any gloves. He smirked as he approached her and pulled down her panties. He stuck out his tongue to the side as he slipped his fingers inside her clit, knuckle-deep. Yolanda gasped and tried to control her breathing. He was supposed to be searching, but it felt like he was fingering her. He started to do it faster, causing her to moan loudly outright. And each cop watched with interest. When he was done he backed away and asked, “Who wants to do the second half?”
One of the cops nearest the door nominated himself and put on a glove. The man holding her bent her over on the table and turned her head to the side, away from the cop. She closed her eyes when she felt him lift up her skirt, but she jumped when she felt him push his fingers inside of her ass. She gasped as she dug her heels into the floor. He began pumping three of his fingers in and out of her. She soon realized what they were up to. They’d keep quiet about her prostitution if they got their way with her. Seeing as how this way of living kept a roof over her head and food for her to eat, she couldn’t give it up. And who knows? She could someday use this moment against them to blackmail with. She gasped and came as he finished. He took off his glove and tossed it in the trash.
The cop that was holding her moved away so that another could hold her down. He undid hantsants and positioned her legs so that he could fuck her in the ass. He did it rough and hardcore so that you could the sounds of his balls slapping against her ass. He grunted and moaned and dug his nails into her thighs as he continued to pound into her. The others just watched quietly as he kept banging her until they both came.
He backed away and zipped up his pants. But they weren’t done with her yet. The new cop holding her turned her onto her back and began banging her from the front. Another came to hold her hands down, and the remaining two reached over to fondle her breasts and cover her mouth in case she tried to scream. She and the cop soon came and they all backed off so that she could her her clothing.
“We’ll be keeping tabs on you from time to time,” one said.
Another smirked, “And we’ll be calling you in from time to time as well.”
Yolanda was quick to leave and headed back to her car to drive home. She suddenly wasn’t interested in clubbing that night.
MORE COMING SOON...(pun intended)
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