He got up, found a cigarette and paced the floor around the bed nervously, thinking. The smart bitch knew the law, all right. And she did have a highly respectable position in town. He'd already had one or two close scrapes in the past, and the chief knew for certain he'd been on the take once. And that he was knocking off free ass whenever he could.
He paused, inhaling smoke deeply. It was a dangerous bust, all the way around. Two against one, their word against his. With her face cleaned up and scrubbed, and dressed like a sweet virgin, the blonde's testimony would be eaten up in court. She'd be the purest angel that walked the face of the earth. Shit! he thought.
As for the librarian, almost the same deal, except for the ages. She'd come into court looking like a Goddamned nun – polite, demure, educated. Sure, he could get a police photographer over here to shoot pictures now, but how in the hell was he going to explain how he found them in that position without a warrant? The fucking laws were so screwed up nowadays; they'd end up the victims and he'd be the bastard, he thought.
He studied the brunette with hard eyes. She meant it, the beautiful bitch. She'd drag him down with her if he pushed it. Only seven years to go for a pension, too. Invasion of privacy, extortion – ass was extortion, and then letting the librarian fuck her as well while he watched. And then raping her in the ass after he'd handcuffed them.
The papers would eat up the scandal. And when he got right down to it, he knew damn well the D.A. would throw the fucking case out before it ever got to court.
The sexy librarian and her gorgeous little girlfriend would go scot-free, while his pension was pissed down the drain.
"Shit!" Collins exploded in a fury. Once again he'd put his horny cock before his brains. All he'd had to do was bust the girl at the country club the moment she took the money and he would have had a legitimate bust. But no, the brilliant law enforcer Collins had to fuck everything in sight first.
The brunette was watching him with fierce, determined eyes. Now that she was calmed down, she knew where they stood too. Christ, here he was a cop, and they had him by the balls.
Collins chewed his lip. Should he try and get the five thousand out of her? No chance. She was too smart for that now that she was over her panic. Why couldn't she be a dumb rich broad who knew nothing about the law?
Sighing, Collins unlocked the handcuffs, sullenly put on his clothes and took his money from the dresser drawer where Cindy had put it. Oh well, he thought philosophically, at least he'd gotten some wild free aunt and a great blowjob.
"Okay, smart titties," he snarled at Gloria. "You got a stalemate this time. Not a word about this to anyone. If she ever tries hooking again in this town, I'll bust her cute ass on the spot. Deal?"
"Deal," Gloria said, trembling on the bed. "We're leaving town tomorrow anyway."
Collins hesitated in the doorway, his eyes raking over their hotly curved bodies.
"Tomorrow, huh?" he asked. "What are you doing later tonight?"
"We're busy. Take your handcuffs and leave, Collins."
"I hate smart bitches," the cop muttered, slamming the bedroom door behind him.
When the front door downstairs slammed as well, Gloria shook fiercely from head to toe with unbearable relief. She unchained Cindy and held her tight to soothe her hysteria.
Later that night as they lay in bed, Gloria told her about her decision in a soft but firm voice.
"We're leaving town tomorrow, Cindy, but I'm going to give you five hundred dollars and put you on the bus to Los Angeles," Gloria said. "I'm, not coming with you. I'm going my own way."
"No!" Cindy screamed, clutching the brunette hysterically. "No, no, no! I'll follow you, I swear I will, you'll never get rid of me. Don't leave me, Gloria, DON'T!"
"It's for your own good, angel," Gloria said, tears in her eyes. "You'll meet a nice boy or a man someday and get married and settle down and have kids. I want you to forget you ever met me."
"No!"
"Don't you understand, Cindy?" she explained. "I will drag you down with me. I have to do what I'm going to do, but you don't!"
"And what's going to happen to me?" Cindy sobbed. "Do you want me to end up a cheap ten dollar whore on the streets? God, can't you see, Gloria, I like it! I love sex, I love you, it's going to happen anyway and I want it to happen with you."
"You're the only person in the whole world who's ever been kind to me and now you want to leave me an the streets!"
"Don't you understand?" Gloria shouted. "I'm going to hell, not down there but right here in this world. I don't want to be a librarian anymore. I want to live every minute of my life, and it's going to be all sex, all bizarre games and torture and thrills – I'm going to…"
"Then take me with you, Gloria," Cindy pleaded desperately, clutching her. "Without you, I'll get hurt anyway, but with you at least I'll be happy! I don't want to go out on the streets, not without you! I want to go to hell if that's where you're going – please, please, please?"
Gloria smoked a cigarette in the darkness and let Cindy cry in her arms. What would happen to the blonde if she deserted her?
"All right, Cindy," she told her, sighing deeply. "Well go to hell together then, darling. And whatever else happens, I'll always take care of you, always."
Cindy was so happy and excited it took two sedatives and an hour of passionate love to put her to sleep.
Their destinies were interlinked now, chained by lust. The brunette caressed the girl softly as she slept. What was wrong about it? She didn't choose to be born or to live or die, or to suffer from raw, violent desires that had to be filled with shattering consequences. She didn't invent sex. Whoever had the arrogant notion that they lived their own lives anyway?
Their lives were being lived for them – hers and Cindy's and everyone's, only the rest of them didn't know it. Gloria knew it with devastating certainty.
The next time around, Cindy would be waiting for her then, too – sweet, luscious, eternally loving and hot, and utterly delicious. Even if Gloria were a man, Cindy would be waiting for her, because angels never died.
Gloria slept with a sultry smile on her lips.