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  A week later Thomas strolled into the library and walked up to Veronica’s station, dropping a stack of books loudly on her desk.

  “I think these might be late,” he said when Veronica looked at him sharply.

  “We’ll see soon enough,” Veronica replied as she began to scan his books -- Junky by William Burroughs, Breakfast of Champions by Vonnegut, and the Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas. Why is he so impertinent when he is obviously such a bright boy? Vero wondered.

  Of course, the books were late -- very late. In total, Thomas had racked up twenty-six dollars in late fees.

  “Your balance is twenty-six dollars. You will have to pay that down to a maximum of ten dollars to retain your library privileges,” Veronica said, looking up at Thomas over her glasses.

  He smirked at her and brushed a lock of black hair away from his eyes. “Am I able to pay with international currency?” Thomas asked with a sly smile.

  Veronica could feel herself blush and felt shame at her discomfort. “We only accept United States currency and credit or debit cards,” she replied, quickly regaining her composure.

  Thomas leaned forward, resting his hand on her desk. “Are you sure? Maybe I can do some work for you around the house and we call it even.”

  He was surprised to see her smile. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her smile in all the years that she had worked there.

  “Actually, that is a wonderful idea,” she said, printing her address neatly on a note card. “I’ll expect you to be there promptly at 7 p.m. Tardiness will not behoove you.”

  ***

  At ten minutes after seven, Rick and Vero heard a knock on the door. Veronica opened the door to find Thomas in a tight white tank top and faded jeans held up by a studded leather belt. Her clit twitched as she took in the leather belt, but she didn’t think twice about it. She was more concerned with Rick’s plan since he had not given her all the details.

  She let the boy in and introduced him to her husband. Veronica watched as both men appraised each other. Rick stood only a few inches taller than Thomas, who was probably close to 5’10. They were both muscular, but Thomas was lean and Rick was bulky.

  “You’re late,” Rick said.

  Thomas shrugged. “Yeah, well,” he said, looking at Vero and then Rick. “I had a prior engagement.”

  Vero saw Rick’s dark eyes smolder and she wondered again what he had in mind. He did not abide rudeness or tardiness.

  Thomas pulled out a cigarette and put it to his lips. Rick’s hand reached up and snapped the cigarette in two, pulling it away from Thomas’ generous mouth.

  “We do not allow smoking in our house,” Rick said.

  Thomas was surprised, but tried hard not to show it. He looked at Vero, who had worn a short black skirt and black silk tank at Rick’s request. The boy then looked back at Rick. “I get it. You run a tight ship. Much like Veronica does at the library,” he said sarcastically.

  Rick took the boy roughly by the arm and led him to the second bedroom and Veronica followed. Thomas stood in their private dungeon and looked around him in awe, his studied aloofness failing him for once.

  “Whoa,” he said, sounding much like a kid opening a much sought after Christmas present.

  “Go ahead and look around. But do not touch anything without asking both Vero and I for permission,” Rick told the boy.

  Thomas walked around the room and you could tell that as experienced as he was for a man of eighteen, he had never seen anything like this. He was with adults now, not fumbling around in his parent’s basement or a cheap motel with others his age, and to his credit he paid the experience its due respect.

  He approached the shelf that held Rick’s tools and reached out his hand, but quickly looked back at the husband and wife. “May I?” Thomas asked.

  Rick went and stood directly behind the boy and wrapped his arms around Thomas’ waist. “Ask both of us for permission. Be clear and specific,” Rick said huskily into the young man’s ear.

  Vero saw Thomas shiver. “Rick and Veronica, may I please touch your…” he struggled to find an appropriate word, “equipment?”

  Rick looked at Veronica and nodded. She was unfamiliar with being on this end of the power exchange. “Yes, you may,” she replied, still unsure of her husband’s intentions. Rick acknowledged his permission and Thomas held and caressed each and every tool on the shelf. Both Veronica and Rick noticed that the boy’s jeans had grown tight around the crotch area.

  After spending several minutes admiring the different objects, Thomas turned to Veronica. “Am I to be punished?”

  She could not help but recognize the tone in his voice. It was the same eager tone resonant in her voice when she spoke to Rick during their sessions. Thomas had addressed her specifically, but she was unsure of what Rick expected her to do. Veronica looked at Rick and he nodded encouragingly.

  “Yes, Thomas. You are to be punished for your constant misbehavior. That is why I asked you here,” Veronica replied, her husband’s plan finally taking a distinctive shape in her mind.

  Thomas looked at both of them. “May I undress?” he asked.

  Both husband and wife replied in unison. “Yes.”

  Thomas peeled his tank top off and quickly lowered and removed his jeans. He was not wearing any underwear and his thick cock jutted out almost a foot in front of him. Veronica could feel the heat spreading from her cunt to her belly and legs as she imagined Thomas’ huge cock deep inside her.

  “Fold your clothes neatly and set them on the floor,” Rick commanded.

  Thomas did as he was told. Rick walked the boy over to one of their spanking benches and bent the boy over. There were padded cuffs attached to each leg of the bench and Rick strapped Thomas’ wrists and ankles.

  The young man looked up at Rick and asked, “Will you both be punishing me, Sir?”

  Rick dug his fingers into Thomas’ hair and pulled. “Yes, boy. You will receive punishment from both your Master and your Mistress.”

  She saw a peaceful look possess Thomas’ refined features and she wondered if she looked as serene when she was about to receive punishment. Veronica walked over to the shelf and looked back at Rick who nodded his permission.

  There were so many tools to choose from. As she looked over all the objects, so varied in color, shape, and texture, she thought about all the times that Thomas had disrespected her and the other patrons. Then a montage of all the times she had caught him engaged in sexual behavior with this boy or that girl ran through her head.

  A change came over her and she suddenly felt right about dealing out Thomas’ punishment. She thought about how naughty he was and she reached for the most painful of their toys. Veronica walked up behind Thomas and slid the cane between his ass cheeks. Thomas uttered a low groan and then followed by saying, “Yes, please. I need this so bad.”

  Rick was standing in front of the boy with one hand still buried in Thomas’ long, silky hair. Veronica rubbed her hands all over Thomas’ young, sweet ass, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin and relishing the fact that soon his alabaster flesh would sport bright, red welts brought on by her own hand.

  “Do you know why you are here?” she asked Thomas.

  “Yeah,” he answered, only to have his hair pulled sharply by Rick.

  “I mean, yes. Yes, Mistress,” Thomas corrected himself.

  “Now, why is that?” she asked.

  “I have been a very bad boy, Mistress. I have behaved very badly and been very disrespectful. I deserve to be punished.”

  “Very good, Thomas,” Vero said. She whipped him twice with the cane.

  Thomas cried out and tears welled in his eyes. “Do you want her to stop?” Rick asked the boy.

  “No,” Thomas replied through his tears, “please. I can take it. I need it. Please.”

  Veronica noted the tone of desperation in his voice and she knew that her voice shared the same tone when she was being spanked. They both needed the pain to sile
nce their thoughts, to feel whole, to feel loved.

  She reared back and whipped the boy twice more. “Now, I want you to count out loud as I cane you. If you lose count or falter at any moment I will start over. Is that understood?” she asked.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Thomas answered. His ass cheeks already red, revealing four distinct welts.

  “One, two, three…” Thomas counted along as Vero whipped his perfectly round ass twenty times. He did not falter or hesitate, although Rick and Veronica could tell how much he was struggling to count through the pain.

  “Apologize to your Mistress for all your bad behavior,” Rick commanded when Vero was done.

  “Mistress, I am so sorry for misbehaving. Please accept my apology,” Thomas whimpered.

  Veronica caressed his swollen bottom, remembering how good it felt when Rick did the same to hers.

  “You are forgiven, boy,” she said. Rick reached for her and pulled her around the bench to face Thomas. “Kiss him,” her husband whispered in her ear. She bent forward and kissed Thomas deeply, swirling her warm, wet tongue around his.

  Rick went to the closet and came back holding a gift wrapped box. She opened it and found a small black dildo with a black leather harness. Thomas watched as Rick and Veronica undressed each other in front of him, kissing and touching each other as their striptease revealed various body parts. Veronica then slipped the harness around her waist, her husband adjusting it for her. Rick lubed her cock sensually, getting it ready for Thomas’ young ass.

  She positioned herself behind Thomas. “Are you ready to receive your reward, boy?” she asked, sliding the latex cock head between his ass cheeks. “Yes, Mistress,” Thomas replied, his cock stiff and dripping precum.

  Veronica slid the dildo inside Thomas’ tight asshole. He obviously wasn’t a virgin; she had no trouble getting it all the way inside, but his asshole still sucked tightly on her femme cock. She was surprised at how much satisfaction she felt from being inside the boy; with every thrust the strap-on would hit right on her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. “Oh, Mistress,” Thomas moaned. “Please fuck me, Mistress. Make me your bitch, Mistress. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

  Rick pulled on the boy’s hair. “You do not order your Mistress, boy. You may ask, but not demand.”

  “I am so sorry, Master and Mistress. Please forgive me,” Thomas groaned, his asshole plugged by Veronica’s new toy.

  Rick’s cock was stiff and swollen. He enjoyed watching Veronica take on her new role with such aplomb. And he really took pleasure in watching his wife cane and fuck the insolence out of the young man.

  Rick grabbed his cock and rubbed the thick, swollen head against Thomas’ lips. Thomas moaned, pushing his ass back, eager for more of Veronica’s femme cock. He looked up pleadingly at Rick. “May I, Sir?”

  Rick groaned, “May you what, boy? Be specific.”

  “May I suck your cock, Master?” Thomas asked.

  “Are you a good cocksucker, boy? Will you please your Master?”

  Thomas licked his lips sensually. “Yes, Master,” he answered sexily. “I am a very good cocksucker, Sir, and I love to pleasure men with my mouth. It would be my honor to please you orally, Sir, and swallow all of your hot, delicious come.”

  Rick grabbed the boy’s head and shoved his cock deep down Thomas’ throat. True to his word, Thomas swallowed Rick’s cock all the way to the root, sucking and licking his shaft and balls. Veronica fucked the boy’s tight, bruised ass as her husband fucked his mouth.

  Husband and wife caught each other’s eye over Thomas’ supine body and came at the same time. Rick growled loudly and Veronica moaned her intense pleasure. When Thomas tasted Rick’s salty come and felt Veronica trembling against him, he shot his own load, crying out in a voice he did not even recognize as his own.

  The Dom and the Switch cleaned the boy up and then the three had dinner together, making plans for the boy to come over the next night.

  After Thomas left, Rick pulled out another gift for Veronica. “Go ahead, Vero. Open it,” he said, grinning.

  She smiled when she saw her very own red leather paddle. She traced her fingers over the word that had been stamped into the leather -- “Hers.”

  Undercover

  The red vacancy sign kept blinking, annoying the hell out of me. I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out, it being my first time and all. To be honest, I was creeped out by the whole thing, though I’d shoot a hole through my foot before admitting it to the other dicks. A lesbian rookie vice detective going undercover as a hooker…who woulda thunk? I had to admit though; I felt sorrier for Rick. The only other rookie detective in the department was doing his undercover in drag, three blocks away.

  My mom had been a cop, too. A detective actually, homicide. Detective Liliana Garcia, the first Hispanic female to make detective in the Miami Dade Police Department. She was the one who instilled in me the need to go after real criminals, the murderers, the child molesters, the rapists. And the politicians, of course.

  Mami would tell me how much time the MDPD wasted going after poor schlubs who committed victimless crimes like smoking a joint or giving a $20 blowjob, only to have gangbangers roaming the streets, free to rape, steal, and kill. But, there I was, ready to bust some lonely, sex-deprived john who had to pay someone to keep him company. Who was the schlub now, mom?

  The drizzle was tapering off and I was grateful. I had been standing on the street corner for forty-five minutes in a mini skirt and halter-top and even my bones were cold. The brass had decided the sting should go down in December of all months, the only month the temperature in Miami drops below sixty. As I bounced up and down to keep myself warm, I hoped that whomever I ended up arresting wasn’t married with children. If he was, I’d beat myself up over it all night, even with a bottle of scotch for comfort.

  A car pulled up to the curb a few feet away from me. It was one of those luxury jobbies, all bright and shiny. I put on my best ‘straight’ pose, the one that didn’t make me look like I’d puke from kissing a guy. The car slowly approached me and the tinted window on the passenger side lowered. Well, this is it kid, make it or break it time.

  I sauntered over, or at least, what I thought sauntering might look like, and I almost tripped in my heels. The only time I wore such instruments of torture was for weddings or funerals. I tried leaning into the car sexily and almost fell. There was a woman sitting in the driver’s seat. Oh, boy. She was about ten years older than me, and, lord, was she a looker. I thought she might have been lost, until she spoke.

  “Are you averse to offering your services to someone of your own sex?” She had long, natural red hair, bright green eyes, and tits so big, they almost touched the steering wheel.

  “Most definitely not.” Oops. I think I may have answered that out of character.

  “I would like to take you to a hotel. For the night, if possible.”

  “What did you have in mind?” I tried real hard to get back into cop/hooker mode.

  “We’ll play it by ear. I figured we could start with some champagne. The rest will take care of itself. I assure you that I will not hurt you. Unless you want me to.”

  I squeezed my legs together to keep my clit at bay. My type, and I do have one, is older, dominant women. Did I mention gorgeous? Yeah, gorgeous, older, dominant women, and this dame was three for three.

  I looked into her eyes and remembered that everything we said was being recorded. I didn’t want to bust this lady, unless we were role-playing, but there was no way out of the situation that I could think of. My job was to protect and serve, but I swear, if you asked me who I was protecting and serving at the moment, my mind would have drawn a blank. I had to get her to offer me money for sex in a way that would hold up in court. Usually, the “what did you have in mind” line works for cops, but she had easily sidestepped that one. I couldn’t be too blunt either; that would be entrapment.

  “Are we just going to drink champagne a
nd play scrabble then?”

  “I do enjoy a good game of scrabble, but no. I thought you could model some outfits for me. And I would pay you. To model.”

  Oh, she was slick all right. I was supposed to turn a john (in this case, a jane) away if I couldn’t get him to solicit me for sex outright. The problem was that this broad had piqued my curiosity. The fact that she was a knockout and my type, didn’t help either. All my instincts were telling me to get in her car, so I did. I would tell the captain later that I felt I could get her to proposition me once we were in the hotel, that I had already been standing on the street for an hour, that I was cold and wet, yada, yada, and blah, blah. And yes, Captain, that is the exact moment that my wire stopped working.

  She seemed pleased that I got inside the car. I immediately put one hand on her leg, which she quickly removed. “You are to behave until we are safely inside our hotel room.”

  I was tempted to place my hand back on her leg, just for kicks, to see if she would get mad, but since I was still wired, I decided instead to take the opportunity to scope her out. It seemed like her stems stretched from the pedals all the way to the sunroof. She was voluptuous, unlike newbie lesbians, who think stick figures are attractive. Unfortunately, that’s all you meet when you go to bars and clubs, which is one of the reasons why I was single. Women like this didn’t frequent my local bar on Ladies Night Thursdays.

  “What’s your name?” I asked only because I was getting restless. The fact that I had defied orders was starting to hit me, and hard, but if I had resisted her charms, my gut told me I would have spent the rest of my life regretting it.

  “Jane.” She smiled, and although I’ve never seen the painting in person, I would say that it was a Mona Lisa smile, all vague and mysterious.