Side Thread -- Miranda and Taylor

(OOC -- this is a Side Thread between the Vice Cop, Taylor, and Miranda.


The woman -- the Chief recognized her, even, or especially, from behind as Miranda, an associate of Percy -- shifted her weight from one leg to another in time to the club music being piped up via the speakers in the small room's corners.

Percy was, of course, already hard as a rock; he would have been so for any woman this beautiful, but knowing that he'd asked for her specifically and Percy had obliged, only made him harder for her.

She turned to face him, a suggestive smile crossing painted lips. "Hi, I'm Miranda. What can I do for you tonight ... officer?"

He looked her up and down slowly. She was, of course, perfect. Fair, flawless skin, shapely features, firm breasts whose nipples pressed through her thin bra like his wive's peas trying anxious to break through the late winter soil.

In answer to her question, he reached to the wall panel and turned the music up, then moved to the small, simple bed and sat on its edge. He asked her in an almost begging tone that belied his position as head of the City's Vice Division, "Will you dance for me ... on me?"

"A lap dance?" Miranda's smile warmed. Was it going to be this easy? She was already moving to the beat making her hips sway in figure eights. She moved to the bed and spread her legs to straddle the vice cop's knees as she stood before him.

"What shall I call you...Officer?" Miranda knew very well who he was. He was Lt. Taylor of the Vice Squad and doing this would keep him off of Percy's back, she was sure. That would make Percy very happy. Which meant that she would be very well compensated. But she didn't know his first name. Or maybe he liked being called Officer or Lieutenant, a man who got off on the power trip. Although he didn't ask for a lap dance like that, maybe he was shy.

She put on her sultry look and arched her back to push her tits into his face and stuck her thumbs into the sides of her thong and moved it back and forth teasing that maybe she would take it off.

Taylor didn't understand why the display before him still excited him the way it did. He'd been a ladies man before his marriage, had an unbelievable sex life with his wife until she inevitably came to realize that she didn't have to put out anymore to share in his estate if he ever decided to leave her, and more recently gotten plenty from women on the side, whether they be hookers, sluts, drunks, or simply desperate.

But this was different. He knew the woman -- Miranda, be it real name or not -- was here to be compensated, as so many before her; but this woman -- Miranda... -- was the most beautiful creature he'd ever been this intimate with, even if it was only the beginnings of a lap dance.

"Officer," he answered her, then reconsidering, gave the popular nickname for his position, "Ell-Tee."

He wasn't sure whether she would let him touch her -- Percy hadn't made it clear whether she was the type that fucked or simply danced -- but her slowly, carefully reached out both hands, intending to ... just touch this goddess...!

"Ell-Tee?" Miranda frowned a bit, then the light dawned and she smiled as she got the joke. Okay, he wanted to play it that way.

As L.T. reached out his hands, Miranda leaned forward so that her perfect breasts fell into his hands. They were not so big that they sagged, nor so small that they were little more than plump nipples. They were in fact, perfect. Or so Miranda had been told. The perfect handful. her nipples hardened fully under his palms.

She took her hands away from her thong and moved them to unclasp her bra. She never stopped moving her hips, never stopped her dance.

Her bra fell loose into his hands, causing Taylor to draw a sudden excited breath. Slowly he pulled the harness away from her, spilling young, firm breasts out before his face. He sat back a bit, hesitant; Can I touch her? Oh, god, am I allowed to touch her? He wished he'd clarified with Percy how far this Goddess was allowed -- was willing -- to go in satisfying the vice cop who kept other vice cops at bay.

He looked into her eyes and shivered. They seemed to stare into his soul ... either that or he was simply overwhelmed beyond his wildest desires. He had to know: are you accessible to a man like me? "May I touch you?"

Miranda smiled and gave a little laugh. He was polite, this one. "If you want to." No complaints from this one echoed in her head. But she undulated her body away from him. Teasing him. Then slowly she undulated again leading with her breasts, they hung like two bunches of grapes in front of L.T.'s face.

Taylor reached to Miranda, taking one of her firm breasts into one hand as the other came to rest on her hip. As he squeezed her gently, turning his hand to position her swollen nipple between the soft of his fingers to lightly pinch it, he tried to coax her close enough with the other hand to suckle her.

Miranda let out a little gasp as L.T. pinched her nipple. She had very sensitive nipples. Percy had knelt over her trapping her arms by her sides with his knees and teased and played with her nipples until she came. No one had ever done that to her before. She hadn't really had much experience before then. She still hadn't really. Most men that she had to give the full treatment to only wanted a few things: a blowjob, missionary, or her on top. And she was a good actress, a very good actress and they usually came pretty fast once she started pretending to. Nothing got them like her calling out their name.

L.T. pulled her closer. She sat on his knees and let him take her nipple into his mouth. She put her hands lightly on his shoulders and was surprised to find he had some muscles under his shirt.

Taylor was beginning to feel lucky. Oh, sure, Miranda hadn't done much yet that a standard lap dance might include, but in his mind, she was going to be his lover, and it simply made him giddy with pride.

He suckled a nipple, using his lips, his tongue, and -- ever so gently -- his teeth. He was surprised at her reaction; it sent a shock of pleasure through her like he'd never seen in a woman before, which made him only want to repeat it at the other breast as well. His hands went to her hips as she sat upon his thighs; he slipped them around behind her to her buttocks and pulled her toward him...

((Oh dear, I just read Percy doesn't sleep with the help. I guess he slept with Miranda when she was still a customer ))

Miranda let L.T. pull her closer still. She could feel his erection. Big and hard pressing against his pants. She let her head fall back exposing her long neck as she sighed again. There was a little acting in it, but only a little. She was supposed ot be giving a lap dance. She held tighter to his shoulders for leverage and gyrated her hips against him moving in tight circles, rubbing her crotch against his cock.

Taylor's excitement level was rising quickly as he grasped his hands firmly upon Miranda's ass and pulled her into contact with his throbbing erection. He pressed his groin forward, into her, groaning with delight.

As he felt his own pleasure building, he thought he heard her beginning to show her own enjoyment. He couldn't help but think it was an act; she was, after all being compensated in some capacity to be with him. As she leaned into him and he moved the professional lap dance a bit closer to a personal interaction, lifting his mouth from her nipples and breasts to the curve of her neck, then up toward her jaw, he whispered, "Please don't fake it. I couldn't take it to know you're faking it ... please..."

Miranda tilted her head as L.T. kissed her jaw. No complaints. She took a long slow breath making sure her chest rose and fell as she sighed it out. She had to admit, the guy knew what he was doing and he wasn't being a creep at all. Or rough. Or crude. It could be worse. Maybe there was something to be said for age and experience.

"I don't do this for everyone, you know." She whispered back and rocked her crotch against him some more. Just the one's Percy tells me to. "Keep treating me like this and I won't have to fake it." She kissed the corner of his mouth.

Miranda slid off L.T.'s lap and stood up. She stretched her arms up and danced a little more. She couldn't work a pole, but she could dance and dance sexy. She put her thumbs in her thong again then turned her back. She slid the thong off her ass and bent over as she pushed it down her legs to her ankles and stepped out of them. She didn't know what it was, but so many guys had a thing for a girl in stockings and a garter belt. She wiggled her butt in time to the music and stood up looking at L.T. over her shoulder.

She turned back around and approached him again. She straddled him again and took his hand and kissed his palm. He wanted sincerity, she would give him sincerity.

Taylor's groin twitched anxiously as he watched her stripping off her panties. There was only one reason for her to do that -- she was the type to have sex with him.

She returned to him, straddling him again, kissing his hands. Taylor's excitement level was off the chart, and he couldn't wait anymore. He was certain that she was in fact going to fuck him, so he reached down to his lap and, like a teenager realizing his virginity was finally meeting its end, began quickly unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants...

Miranda smirked a little. There was something endearing about L.T. "Here, let me help." She took over from his fumbling fingers and helped him off with his pants.

"Tell me what you want me to do." Miranda whispered leaning in close. She took his erection in her hand and stroked it a little.

Oh god, really...? Tell me what you want me to do...?

Taylor's heart was racing a million beats a minute as the beauty before him grasped his throbbing dick and began stroking it firmly. "Really?"

She nodded and smiled.

He was hesitant to ask her; no woman had wanted to do it for him in a long time for anything less than cold, hard cash. He would have reminded himself of the she's being compensated fact except that he willingness to follow his every suggestion, whim, and hint thus far was making him believe that they were nothing more than a simple couple preparing to make love.

He looked left, then right, twisting hard, then leaned back and snagged the corner of a throw pillow. He was about to drop it on the floor between his ankles when he hesitated. He asked timidly, "Anything...?"

Then, hesitantly, he lowered the pillow to the floor and set it gently between his feet.

Miranda was wondering if L.T. had ever done this before. He must have. Right? Percy must have set up something like this before, just to keep the man happy. Or had she gone too far? Shit. But the guy on the phone said 'no complaints.'

Miranda nodded. "Anything." Not really. She would worry about that if something came up that she wasn't prepared to do. Like anal. She had never done that, not with a boyfriend, not with anybody. She sure wasn't going to do it now. But when L.T. grabbed the pillow, she was pretty sure what he wanted. That she could do.

She smiled sweetly at him and tucked her hair behind her ears.She kicked her heels off. She kept her eyes on his as she lowered herself to the pillow. How very sweet of him.

She took his cock in her hand again. She kissed the head of his cock and licked the precum from the slit.Then she licked it swirling her tongue around and around.

Taylor's breathing was becoming labored as he felt Miranda's tongue and lips at his dick, as he felt her hands continuing to grip and stroke him and cuddle his balls. Oral was closest thing to heaven that the Vice Cop had ever experienced. He'd never had a girl friend who both enjoyed it and was any good at it; and he'd never fully enjoyed cumming into a professional's mouth, despite their experience making them so very, very good at it.

Having Miranda wrapping her warm, wet lips around his head, though, was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He looked down at her, slipping a hand along her temple to pull her hair back to see her lips doing their work on him. He wished he was back in college again, with that cheer leader than Bobby Riggston had worked at for more than six months, only to see Tiny Taylor get blown by her out at the Homecoming Lake Party.

He wished this not because the big-titted, slut of a raw-raw girl had been any good at doing what she'd done to him; but instead because Taylor had been able to tell everyone about it, and -- despite his less than big-man-on-campus status -- everyone believed him and cheered him on for it. Taylor wouldn't be bragging about Miranda, or describing the event to the guys in the Chess or Parliamentary Procedure Clubs. No, despite that this was likely to one of the greatest moments of his life, Taylor knew that this was just between the two of them.


Her playfulness was getting him riled up, but he was getting anxious and impatient for ecstasy. Taylor had never been much for foreplay; oh, he liked to kiss and touch and grind as much as the next guy, but once his partner made it to his dick, he had always been anxious for conclusion. He reached a hand to her head, then -- trying to be both firm yet undemanding -- he attempted to indicate that he was ready for her to take him.

L.T. held the hair away from her face so he could watch. Guys always liked to watch. Miranda could take a hint. She settled herself better on the pillow and opened her mouth. She took him into her mouth and pumped up and down. He was a good size, not too long, not too thick. She didn't think she'd gag unless he got rough.

She used her hand to help and alternated pumping his cock and sucking seeing what he liked better. L.T. used his hand to help her set the pace then leaned back on his elbows to enjoy the sensation of her lips and tongue.

Miranda wasn't as good or as efficient as a pro but that it made the experience more genuine for J.T. She just hoped he would give her some warning before he came.

What Miranda was doing to him was nothing less than magical; his moans and soft oh god's were genuine as the pleasure welled quickly within him.

But it was short lived, the pleasure building too quickly; he wanted to tell her to slow down but that would have been like telling a banker, no you gave me hundreds for change, not singles.

With a final Oh God! he erupted...!

Miranda would have smiled if she could have. J.T. was very appreciative in his moans. Feedback was always a good thing, plus he wasn't being crude about it and he didn't pull her hair. Some men acted like oral sex was just them fucking a hole. J.T. made it more mutual. Not that Miranda was going to get off on this, but she once again thought he was very sweet. Hard to imagine he was a vice cop, and an important one at that. Maybe if he gave Percy a good report she would get a bonus. She did have to wait around most of the freaking night. She would probably sleep here--not this room, but somewhere. She was sure she would be too tired to drive home.

J.T. did not give Miranda much warning at all. He came hard making her sputter and gag a little. She had to swallow to keep from choking. She sat back on her heels and gave him a smile. "All better now?" She wiped some cum from the corner of her mouth with her thumb and put it in her mouth.

Taylor pulsed, pulsed, pulsed into Miranda's mouth; he didn't know why -- nor did he know if it was the same for all men -- but it was only more of a turn on that she'd stayed down on him as he came. As she sat back away from him, he fell back onto the bed, his body still being wracked by euphoria, his penis still twitching in her hand.

"All better now?" she asked with a touch of humor in her voice.

He peeked to her beyond his parted shirt, then laughed and dropped his head back. He murmured, barely able to get the words out, "All better."

He couldn't believe how good he felt, not just because of the the sex itself, but because of the kind of sex, the woman he was with, the situation in which they were in.

Taylor hated his job as a Vice Cop. Every day it was just more perversion and graft and violence; he equated it to being one of those Customer Service Agents in a phone bank, the faces and voices of their companies who took the brunt of the anger spewed by customers, despite the fact that all they were doing was answering the phone.

But occasionally, something good came out this position, and having "The Real World" open up in his jurisdiction had been the greatest gift from god he'd ever imagined. As he looked back to Miranda again, rising from her knees to stand before him at the end of the bed, he thought, Second greatest gift ... she is the greatest there ever was.

"Can I do something for you?" he asked her timidly. What he meant by the question, of course, was will you fuck me, too? But what he hoped she would take from it was that he was ready and willing to offer her anything he could provide if she was pull the rest of his clothes from him, lay atop him, and make love to him until the sun came up over the City in two or three hours. He added, "Anything...?"

There he was being all sweet again. So timid. Maybe he was one of those guys who was all tough on the job and then a big teddy bear everywhere else.

"Let me go freshen up first." Miranda patted J.T.'s knee. She went into the little bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face and fix her hair. Then she walked back into the room.

No, J.T. wasn't asleep like she thought he might be. So, he wanted to do something for her. Translation: The blowjob wasn't enough. Things could be worse and she had never been given the 'no complaints' rule before.

Miranda turned the music down a bit then went to stood at the side of the bed. "Stockings on or off?" She asked him. It didn't matter to her, but a lot of men seemed to go for the stocking thing. She wasn't sure what kinks J.T. might have. So far he was pretty tame. Good. Percy kept teasing her about...stuff. That handcuff crack he made--she was the girl next door, not some goth chick in a dungeon. he had other girls if a guy wanted to get kinky.

J.T. had removed all his clothes while she was gone. He wasn't that bad looking for a guy his age. She guessed he had to stay in some kind of shape in his job.

"Off," he answered. He wanted to feel her; if he'd wanted to run his hands over nylon, he'd go play in his slut of a daughter's underwear drawer. That wasn't nice, he told himself. It was his fault his daughter had ended up the way she was. It was partly the job; she'd become promiscuous, he thought, out of spite for the constant complaints of how people will fuck anyone when he was a younger, straight laced vice Sergeant. Partly it was his simple lack of good parenting; he and his wife hadn't been close to one another for most of the girl's formative years, and neither one of them had been as much of a part of their daughter's life as they should have been either.

But, that was then; she was grown up now, a 30 year old teenager, and there was nothing Taylor could or would do to change her, so long as she stayed out of his lock up downtown. No, now was about his life, and now was particularly about this beautiful, sexy, erotic, exotic woman sitting on the bed's edge to strip her stockings and garter from her perfect form.

"Okay." Miranda sat on the bed and unhooked the garters then slid each stocking off slowly ad let them puddle on the floor. She unhooked the belt and it followed the stockings. She swung her legs onto the bed and rolled over on her side to face J.T. She was totally waxed and smooth as silk. She had started that when she began freelancing. men seemed to like it and it looked better in lingerie--no stray hairs ruining the look.

She put one long leg over J.T.'s and leaned on his chest to give him a rather chaste kiss. Had to get things started again, right? That's what he wanted.

He moved his hands to her face, taking her softly at her jaws and neck, keeping her face closely to his. He looked deeply into her eyes. He knew that kissing was not a preferred practice of paid woman, but he had dismissed the idea that Miranda was being compensated in any way; no, right now, this moment, she was just a woman with whom he was going to make passionate love -- not fuck, not screw, not party with ... they were going to make love ...

"Kiss me," he whispered, urging her forward with a soft grip about her. "Please ... kiss me ... as if you mean it..."