Yet another story prompt I took from another subreddit. Enjoy.
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***Officer Holly Stone: Conduct Unbecoming***
She slammed her locker open, once again surrounded by pinups and poorly photographed porn of women in various uniforms, most of them cops, but more than a few exceptions of firefighters, flight attendants, and military personnel. She’d just come off of midnight shift, her third month of it, with no end in sight, yet another ‘perk’ of being the first and only woman on the North Bering Police Department. She wasn’t going to give the other guys the satisfaction of tearing them down. The morning janitorial staff would do that for her, but the point was driven home: She didn’t belong. She wasn’t one of them.
The sound of a shower turning on made her jump, especially since she was down to just her uniform pants and bra. No one else was supposed to be in there while she changed. The NBPD was building a smaller women’s locker room, but it wasn’t going to be done for months.
“Hey!” She called out. “I’m still in here.” Detective Banter walked around the corner, wearing nothing but a towel. She flinched, not necessarily because he was bad to look at, but he damn well knew what he was doing. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I don’t care, Officer Holly.” He tilted his head at the clock on the wall. You’re late. It’s past your window for girly time.”
“First of all, it’s Officer *Stone*.” She snapped. “We had a report of suspicious activity right before end of shift. Dispatch sent me out to—.”
“Do. Not. Give. A. Shit.” He said. “It’s oh-eight-seventeen. Your tight ass has from oh-eight-hundred to oh-eight-fifteen to change, shower, and powder your nose. Do they not teach time at the Academy anymore. Lemme give you a hint. The big hand tells the minutes.”
“Just give ten minutes, Detective. I’ll be quick.” She offered.
“Take your time.” He said, tossing his towel over his shoulder and exposing himself to her. She tried to maintain eye contact, even though his well-muscled body naturally led her to glance downward. “None of us ever had a problem with you being in here, you know.” He looked at all the images taped up in the locker room. “As you can tell, we appreciate a woman in uniform…as long as she knows her place.” He turned, moving back toward the showers. “You want me to turn a shower on for you? Get things nice and hot?”
“I could write you up, Detective, you know. Superior officer or not, this isn’t acceptable.” She said.
“Yeah, I think you know some of it’s acceptable,” he laughed, smacking his ass and disappearing into the showers. She muttered a few choice swear words under her breath, but glanced at the clock, hurrying to take off her utility pants, and pull on her jeans and t-shirt before the rest of day turn showed up. She knew Banter usually worked out in the gym in the morning, thus why he was showering, but everyone else would be waltzing in the locker room in minutes. She’d just finished stowing her gear in her carry-bag when day turn showed. It wasn’t a big department, but it had four detectives, of which Banter was the lead, five patrolmen per shift, for a total of fifteen, herself included, a desk sergeant, and a chief. Dispatch, which routed county 911 calls, was civilian, and hired specifically to be female, hot, and young, in that order. She won’t call the girls they had working that job “badge bunnies”, per se, but they definitely enjoyed being fawned over by the other cops. As a result, the girls had been steadily turned against me, and there was a reason she normally got the end of shift shit-calls. Things that either made her late to get off shift, or required a lot of paperwork.
“Hey, Sherry,” she said, smiling and approaching the dispatch desk. “I’m off duty, I’m heading home.” It was a courtesy to let dispatch know when you were leaving the station.
“Chief wants to see you.” She said, not looking up from her phone. Her cleavage was almost embarrassingly excessive, and her skirt came halfway up her thighs. It was typically attire for her, including the bra thin enough to show how good the AC was in the station. Based on her nipples, it was very good.
“Now?” She asked.
“He said as soon as I saw you.” She looked up at her. “I see you.” She rolled her eyes, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She walked down the hall to chief’s office and knocked, though the door was open.
“Officer Stone,” the chief said, looking up from his computer, “have a seat.” She sat down. “You probably know what this is about.”
“Probably.” She said.
“Your latest complaint.” He prompted.
“Sir, they broke into my locker and replaced my civilian clothes with…booty…shorts, and a cut-off t-shirt. I was lucky I had space clothes in my car.”
“They’re hazing you.”
“With all due respect, sir, they want me to quit. It’s been months. I have proven myself, several times, I might add.”
“Stone…Holly…look, I *know* that, you know it, the *mayor* and city council know it. There are more people who want you on this job than don’t. Never forget that, but you have to give the guys time to adjust.”
“There are naked photos posted up in the locker room again. Detective Banter was strutting around naked in front of me, and—.”
“I have no doubt Banter made sure he was technically in the right.” The chief looked over the top of his glasses. “It was past you time to be in the locker room, I bet?” She nodded. “That’s him messing with you. Pay attention to the clock, for one, end of shift or not. That’s how these guys get you. You need to be better, smarter, and once they see that, even on your worst day, you’re better than them, well, they’ll have to step up, won’t they?” The chief meant well, but he was partially complicit. He approved the shift rotations…and she definitely should have been off midnight by this point. He set the rules for the locker room. He could even hurry the contractor building the new women’s locker room. All he had to do was tear into the men, and that would be it, but he believed in harmony, as long as everyone was doing their jobs…and as much as her life was a pain, they were all doing our jobs. “Go get some sleep, Stone. I’ll talk to the desk sergeant about your complaint. If someone breaks in again, I’ll bust some heads. You have my word.” She thanked him and left.
On the drive home, itching because she hadn’t been able to rinse off the shift’s sweat at work, Holly knew the chief’s words meant nothing. They wouldn’t do the exact thing again. It was always something different. As she pulled away from the last stop sign before her driveway, a siren whooped behind her, then she saw some bubble lights pop.
“Shit.” She muttered. “You have got to be kidding me.” She pulled over, grabbing her ID and registration. Holly checked her rearview mirror. “What the fuck?” It was a state trooper. There was a highway a couple block over, but he was out of jurisdiction.
“Morning, ma’am.” The tall trooper said, adjusting his smokey hat. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“No, sergeant,” she said, looking at his stripes, “but here’s my ID and registration.”
“Thank you for being cooperative.” He flipped here ID open. “You’re on the job?”
“Yes, sir.” She said. “Just got off midnight.”
“Then you should know better than to pull a Hollywood stop like you did back there.” She ground her teeth. It was a bullshit stop. She checked the intersection at the stop, so there was no way she rolled through it.
“Look, sergeant, I was just hoping to catch some rest before I’m back on midnight tonight. Are you citing me? Because, you’re a little out of your jurisdiction here, and—.”
“I followed you from the highway. You were driving erratically. I can follow for up to a mile off the state roads, so, let’s not play game with jurisdiction. I’m going to need you to step out of the car.”
“What?” Holly sputtered.
“Field sobriety test.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“Trust me, ma’am, you do not want me to fuck with you. Now, out of the car.” He stepped back, and she opened the door, stepping out. “On the hood and spread ‘em”. She complied, but spoke up.
“My weapon and badge are in the car. I’m not armed, and frankly, you’re pushing things to the point of formal complaint.” His hands went over her shoulders, down her sides, then he kicked her legs apart so she fell over onto the hood, soaking her pants and shirt with morning condensation. His hands ran up her legs and thighs, over her ass and small of her back. He turned her around and started down the front. He was rough but not too handsy, though her t-shirt was clinging to her from the wet hood, and her pants were wet.
“You’re free to go, Officer Stone.” The trooper said, backing off. “Watch those stops, oh, and maybe stop bitching so much at work.” He lifted his hat in salute and went back to his car. She got back in her car and he watched her pull away, drive the two hundred feet to her small townhouse, before he drove off. Holly waited until she had locked up her weapon before swearing up a storm.
“Those fuckers. Goddammit!” She yelled, kicking a chair. She saw herself in the mirror, red faced, chest heaving, her t-shirt painted to her chest, and swore again. You could see her nipples, the shape and color of them, through the wet shirt and bra. So, not only did the trooper get to mess with her, he also got a show. She kicked off her shoes and undid her jeans, yanking them down along with her underwear, followed by her t-shirt and bra. She tossed it all the hamper, since it was all wet to some extent, and walked into her bathroom. She wasn’t happy with what she saw in the mirror. She’d lost some weight. She wasn’t skinny, but she was missing some tone. She was pale from never seeing any sun. Her hair was a mess from the frisking, black strands fallen free from her ponytail, and what was once a fairly expensive wax job between her legs, was now a triangle of black hair. She ran a hand between her legs. It wasn’t thick, and she was still smooth on her actual pussy, but she needed to get to the salon soon.
She turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. Touching herself hadn’t been a great idea, especially not after seeing Detective Banter in the buff. He had to be six to eight inches when he was hard. He had a young pretty wife, some blonde former college cheerleader, petite, and she bet she rode that cock for all it was worth.
“Fuck.” She said. “I am *not* masturbating to Detective Banter.” She started thinking of the guy from Thor instead, getting in the shower and using the safety bar to brace herself as she started teasing at her pussy. She was wet, in more ways than one, and apparently, she needed the release, because she was working toward orgasm in matter of moments, though was frustrated when her radio squawked: All units, all units, personnel still available midnight and morning shifts, report to 838 Cullen Street, repeat 838 Cullen Street. Fire in progress…” The dispatched read off codes for drug-related stuff, a lab, weapons, she didn’t catch it all, scrambling out of the shower and re-tying her ponytail. She stood in her bedroom, naked, still dripping a bit, and got on the radio. “This is Unit 212, reporting. I can be on scene in ten minutes.”
“Make it five, 212.” It was the chief. “We need you to help secure the scene. It’s a bit of cluster.
“Copy that. 212 out.” She said. Tearing open her dresser drawer, she swore again. It was empty. “Fuck, the laundry.” It was all in the basement. She was way behind on everything, working all night, sleeping most of the day. All of her underwear was in the basement, most of it still dirty, and everything in the hamper was wet. “Fuck it.” She pulled on her utility pants, nothing on underneath, and then her NBPD t-shirt, followed uniform shirt, then her vest. The ballistic vest didn’t provide support, but it hid the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Two minutes later, she was in her car and rolling out, her portable red and blue dash lights going. She made it to the scene and saw the fire department putting out blaze on a large but dilapidated house. There were two other buildings on the property, both set far enough away that they weren’t in danger from the blaze. She got out her car and fished her uniform pants from her ass before setting off across the lawn.
“There you are.” Detective Banter approached. “We were waiting for some more unis to show before moving in.” There were three other cops off to the right. “There’s some guy living here, bought the place in cash. State drug intelligence unit was looking at him, but gave up a month ago. The fire is unrelated, but it gives us cause to search the place. Benson, Givens, and Kemper are going to check the shed over there.” He pointed to the right. “You and me are going to clear the other.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for—.” She started.
“Didn’t chief specifically ask to include you?”
“Yes, but…”
“Then fucking enjoy your empowerment, woman, let’s go.” He drew his weapon and we all advanced on our targets. Out shed was farther afield, and we moved in, the other officers had already entered their shed. The radio crackled: “Banter, we got a grow lab in here, small time, but still…” Banter copied and waved her on. We breached the shed, and Banter yelled out as a small man dove for a device on an electronics work table. “Police! Move another fucking inch and you’re going to be breathing out of another hole!” He glanced back at her. “Stone, zip this guy up.”
“Officers, please, you don’t understand, I just want to…” He moved his hand toward the device, and Banter lashed out, cold-cocking him with his gun.
“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you.” Just then, a large boom rang out, and the shed shook, making us all stumble. “What the fuck!” Our radios crackled: “The house just blew. Might be a meth lab. We’ll need to clear the area. Get hazmat in here.”
“Officer, please, let me explain!” The small man pleaded.
“Explain it at the station.” Banter said, but as he reached for the man on the ground, he backed up, training his gun in him. She followed suit. “Before I blow you away, you better carefully put that down.”
“I admit to it all, the marijuana cross-breeding, the meth amphetamine production, all of it. I need the money to fund this. It’s not a weapon.” He held it out, and we both backed up a notch. It looked like a cell phone with one or two extra attachments. “I’m very close. It mostly works. And it can change the world, make it better, particularly for law enforcement. I promise, it’s for the good of the people.”
“Great.” Banter snarled. “A nut job.”
“No!” The man snapped. “If you let me go, I’ll give you this, this prototype. You’ll see what it can do, on a small scale at least. I can show you.” He hit a button, and we flinched. She was shocked that Banter hadn’t shot the man. “Officer Stone.” He looked at me, obviously reading her name tag, “remember when you were growing up, how you were always embarrassed about being blonde, you really like the fact that you are blonde.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” She asked, squinting at him. “I’m southern Italian, for godssake. Everyone in my family has black hair.” The man fiddled with something on the device.
“No, you are a blonde, golden blonde, even between your legs. Remember how you dyed your hair black through high school and college to be taken more seriously? Isn’t it good that you can go back to being your old blonde self? It’s great that you stopped dying your hair. You look fantastic.”
“What…the…fuck…?” Banter stared at me, snatching the device out the man’s hand.
“What is it, Detective?” She asked. He was staring at her like he’d seen a ghost.
“You’re blonde. You’re fucking blonde.” He stammered.
“It truly is amazing you made detective, Banter. I’ve been blonde since you’ve known me, since right after college. Jesus, have you been inhaling meth smoke or something?”
“How does it work?” Banter asked of the little man.
“Multiple universes theory.” The man said, standing up, but keeping his distance, since she still had her gun on him. “Put simply. This device…this prototype, on a small scale, can refocus reality, from throughout the infinities of realities, and superimpose an altered reality of your choice here, in front of you, as you describe it.
“You made her blonde.” Banter said.
“I reminded the universe that somewhere, a blonde Officer Stone exists, and now she is here. You have to describe the scene. It usually works, but not always immediately. Sometimes the universe needs more backstory. Look, Officer Banter, I couldn’t use the device on both of you at once. It won’t work like that, and frankly, it needs re-tuning just to work on anyone else…Officer Stone, I mean. Right now, it will only work on her, affect her reality as applied to this universe, and we are both immune, but when I get the real thing built, I’ll be able to make criminals into upstanding citizens, corrupt politicians into shining exemplars, anyone into anything.”
“I get it, I think.” Banter said. “You want to make the world a utopia.”
“You’re not actually buying this garbage, are you Banter?” She asked.
“I’ve about had enough of you questioning me, Stone.” He hit a button on the device. “It’s bad enough that when we charged in here, you tripped, but then when you drew your weapon, um, your utility pants fell down. I commend you for maintaining control of your weapon, but how the fuck are we supposed to catch a suspect with your pants around your ankles.” Holly looked down, seeing her gun belt and pants pooled at her feet. Banter got on his radio. “Is the area clear?” He asked. “We’re coming out in a minute, and I want to make sure I’m not going to burn up.”
“Banter,” the chief came on, “we pulled everyone back 500 feet until the hazmat team arrives. We don’t have line of sight, to where you are, but you can probably come around through the field behind the lot, then back up to the main street.” Banter copied, looking back at Stone.
“Somehow, in all the excitement, we missed the guy in here,” Banter looked at the small man, “and he slipped right by us without you noticing. Neither of us saw where he went.” The man smiled, looking at Banter then Stone, then walking right past her and out of the shed.”
“Look, Banter, I know you don’t like me, but if we can leave this,” she pointed to her pants-less self, “out of the report, I’d appreciate it. I was in the shower when the call came in. I must’ve forgotten to latch something on the belt or my pants…fuck, I didn’t even have time to put on underwear.” She but her lip, catching her admission after the fact.
“Stone, are you telling me you’re not wearing any panties?” He put away his gun, she lowered hers, not having anywhere to holster it. Her uniform shirt covered her just enough to hide the fact that she was bottomless. “Lift the tails of your shirt.”
“Fuck you. No.” She snapped.
“Let me see, or this all going in the report. Otherwise, all we did was enter the scene, find some guy’s hobby shop, and nothing else, a clean and clear entry with no screw-ups. Doesn’t that sound more appealing?” She reached down with her free hand and raised the bottom of her uniform shirt. Banter grinned, seeing the triangle of golden hair between her legs. “Goddamn, the carpet does match the drapes.”
“Fuck you, Banter,” Holly said, setting her gun on the table and bending down to pull up her pants. “Don’t you get enough blonde pussy at home?”
“Oh, Stone if you only knew…” He grinned. “But Madison waxes.” Holly finished redoing her pants and gun belt, then re-holstered her weapon. “Let’s get out of here.” Holly didn’t notice Banter shove the little man’s device in his suit jacket’s pocket as they walked the roundabout path back to the police cordon.
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Holly was exhausted, but there was paperwork to do before she was off the clock. She’d been up for nearly sixteen hours at that point, her uniform had almost one and a half shifts of sweat in it, and she was wearing any under. She hadn’t even ditched the body armor, as someone might have noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was bad enough she had to the Detective earlier. Still, he was true to his word. His report was short and sweet, not lauding her, but not mentioning how she screwed up. As usual, she was in charge of cataloging what little evidence they recovered from the electronics shed. The FBI was going to collect it all in case the mysterious owner was a terrorist or something, but it just looked like standard electronics hobby stuff. There was no bomb or gunpowder residue on the scene.
“God, finally.” Holly said, stretching and hitting ‘submit’ on her report.
“Ready to hit the showers?” Banter said, walking by.
“As soon as I get home, yeah.” She answered.
“What are you talking about, Stone?” He asked.
“You got over your shyness months ago, you’ve showered at the station after every shift.”
“Um, A, I’ve never done that, and B, I literally have nothing to change into.” She said.
“Fuck, yeah, I forgot you came right from home.” He grinned. “Look, don’t you remember, when you first started here, they had to set up special times for you to change until the women’s locker room got built, but you felt excluded, so after a couple weeks, you walked right in there, stripped down, and showered with the rest of us. Yeah, it was odd to see you naked, to have you see us naked, but you didn’t take any shit. Hell, you even gave Givens a tug job in the shower when he got that awkward boner. You said you did that all the time to get better scores at the Academy, that you gave one of the best handjobs ever, that half the instructors could recognize your fingers alone in a line up. You even wore those cutoff jeans shorts and t-shirt we left in your locker as a prank. You sure showed us…heck that stuff is probably still in the locker room.” Banter knew the clothes were in his locker.
“Look, Banter,” Holly said, looking angry, then confused, then blushing, “I was just trying to fit in. Sure, I jerked off Givens, just that once, just to show I was in control of the situation, but I fucked around with only two instructors at the Academy, and I didn’t really need the score bonuses they gave me.”
“Fuck me, this gizmo is amazing.” Banter said.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, nothing, was just talking about my new phone, is all. Do you remember what you told me, that first time you went in the shower with us watching? You said that if what happened to Givens ever happened to us, you’d help out, that just because a woman was on the force, didn’t mean the rest of had to stop having fun. Let’s get changed, have a shower, have some fun.”
“Honestly,” Holly stood, stretched again, “I really could use a shower.” In the back of her mind, Holly couldn’t quite figure out why she disliked the guy, it wasn’t almost like a bad memory, but even though she had to occasionally demean herself, be the stereotypically slutty blonde cop, they let her be an actual cop when it came time to do the work. Mid-shift, the station was mostly empty, the majority of officers still at the crime scene on Cullen Street. The locker room was empty as she followed Banter inside. He sat on a bench near her locker, and without hesitation, she started to undress, undoing her gun belt, then the body armor.
“We haven’t had sex before, but you’ve flirted with me a lot. You like married men.”
“That’s not true, I—.”
“Holly, you flirt with almost every day I see, making sly comments, catching me as I come and go from the shower…hell, you did it this morning, remember?” Holly nodded, remembering clearly seeing him naked in the locker room. “So yeah, maybe you don’t like all married men, but the fact that *I’m* married excites you. I turn you on, you get excited when I touch you. You liked the fact that I saw you with your pants around your ankles.”
“I…I did, yeah, of course. I’ve just been trying to be polite.” She took off her pants, and Banter had a clear view her round ass. She took off her uniform shirt and then started peeling off her t-shirt.
“Shit. You weren’t wearing a bra either?”
“I wasn’t lying to you in the shed, dummy.” She turned to him, showing off her nudity. “Not to you, not about that.” She leaned over, her breasts, full but on the smaller side, hovering in his view. She loosened his tie. “You’re not going to go in the shower like that, are you?” She grabbed a towel from her locker, walked past him, her pert breasts bouncing with each step, and went in the shower room.
He got undressed quickly, slightly embarrassed to be walking around the locker room with a straight-up erection, but then he knew what was waiting in the showers. He hung his towel outside and walked in. The showers had privacy stalls, but they were meant for men, covering the waist and not much else. Holly was rinsing under the spray of the farthest shower, her breasts plainly visible, her dark pink nipples tightened to the size of quarters.
“Oh, so this is just like Givens.” She laughed, nodding at his erection.
“Not *just* like him.” Banter said.
“Well, no, you’ve got an inch or two on him. So, you need me to take care of that, too?” She held open her stall door, and Banter was surprised to find he got slightly harder, seeing her all wet, her blonde bush slightly darker from the water. He wouldn’t mind seeing her with her hair black again. That’s how he really knew her. This was almost like being with another woman entirely, not the real Holly Stone, but then, she was and she wasn’t, according to that little mad scientist, right? He went into her stall and took her in his arms, caressing her breasts, thumbing over her nipples as she gasped and gave slight moans. He slid a hand down between her legs and found her hot and wet, apparently, his comments about his touch exciting her really worked. “I wish this stall was big enough for you fuck me, but a thirty-eight special will have to do.” She reached down, grabbing his cock. “That’s what they used to call me at the Academy, you know, Thirty-Eight Special,” she started jerking him, because it never takes more strokes than that for me to get your gun to fire.” He could barely contain himself. Whatever she was doing with her hands, he was lost in the moment, and he almost fell over in the shower stall as he started coming, spraying her body, as it quickly rinsed away in the shower.
“Holy—!” Banter sputtered. “That was amazing.”
“Imagine what I can do with a real gun.” She said, blowing imaginary smoke off of her finger. “Ugh, I should’ve turned down the temperature. Come does not wash off easily in hot water.” She rubbed at her chest and belly. “Now, get in your own stall. What will people think if they walked in here now?” He blinked at her. “Come on, I took care of the hard on. Let me shower in peace.” She shooed him away and he went to another stall, going through the motions of washing. What would people think if they walked in? Would they remember her always having showered in there? Did Givens have new ‘old’ memory of her giving him a mind-blowing handy?
They finished showering at the same time, and while Banter was getting re-dressed in his suit, Holly literally had nothing but her uniform. He reached into his locker and brought out the prank outfit. They’d modeled it off of one the hookers they sometimes chased off the main street at night.
“I cannot believe you kept that.” She said, wrapped in a towel, eying the clothes, and laughing.
“We were hazing the new girl, right?” Banter said, reinforcing the idea.
“Oh, *I* remember…how could I forget? You really want me to wear that out of here?”
“It’s an option, Officer Stone, it isn’t like you haven’t done it before.” He tossed it to her, and she caught it, though her towel fell to the ground in the process. Unlike your uniform, it’s clean, at least.”
“Well, it is only a five-minute drive home.” She stepped into the shorts, buttoned up the fly, finding the top button were missing. The shorts rode low on her hips, a bit of her pubic hair visible at the top edge, but they were cut so short, a quarter of her ass was hanging out, and depending on how she moved, her pussy was visible at the crotch. The t-shirt was even more of a joke. It had a picture of a scantily-clad female cop on it suggestively handling a night-stick. She slipped it over her head, and it fell just below her breasts. You could just make out the hint of her nipples, but from the sides, the full curves of her breasts were exposed. She leaned down to put on her sneakers and he watched her boobs hang free under the shirt. “Jesus,” she said, lifting the towel from his lap, “you’re hard again? What is it with you guys? I can’t be the first naked woman you’ve seen.” He covered himself back up. “I’m flattered, really, but I need to get some sleep, and it’s one thing for me to jerk off a guy in the stalls, especially since I promised, but I’m not going to do for everyone to see in the locker room. I have standards.” She huffed, putting her hands on her hips and making him even harder. “I’ll see you later, Detective.” He watched her walk out of the locker room, nearly bare ass swaying, tits bouncing, and a smile on her face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Banter laughed to himself as he got dressed. He’d noticed that no one thought anything was unusual about Holly now being blonde. Everyone *remembered* her as blonde. Even the Academy graduation photo on her desk had her as blonde. The machine in his pocket was as close to magic as anything, but he had no idea of the limits.
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*Possibly to be continued…*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5zc94z/shes_not_who_you_think_she_is_or_was_or_will_be
Part 2?