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  “I want to be your secret pussy whore—nobody has to know.”

  Officer Scott’s dick was just…brick and stone and steel. He felt such panic and mixed feelings. What to do; what to do?

  With a lump in his throat, Scott said with guilt and utter defeat, “I love my girlfriend and I want to marry her. Shelley’s an awesome person.”

  “Your girlfriend doesn’t have to know that my mouth is a pussy…the police force doesn’t have to know that my mouth is a pussy…nobody needs to know what happens at 3 in the morning in a dark alley. Please officer…can I be your secret pussy whore?”

  “I’m on duty, I’ve got…”

  “Let’s cut off our headlights and drive in the alley…please, officer…my pussy’s so wet.”

  He could lose his job if they got caught. But he did it.

  Scott turned off his headlights and drove his motorcycle, with Olivia following in her Mustang, down a dark street and then turned up an alley.

  YEAaaaaaaaaaH.

  Olivia got so wet as she heard his macho police boots clamping in the alley, coming towards her. OOOh. And the way he opened her door and hunched his tall body inside, Olivia sliding down to the floor of the car so that her face was even with Scott’s crotch, her tongue licking his zipper as his hairy knuckled hands began undoing the belt buckle.

  “Yeah…fuck me in my face.”

  Officer Scott got his dick out and Olivia quickly covered the head with doggy-licks, then swallowed the head and shaft and started sucking and slurping on it as though dick was oxygen and she was in dire need of breathing.

  “OOOOOO FUCK!” Scott groaned.

  Nobody had to tell Olivia to watch the teeth anymore.

  It felt so good having his dick in her soft, wet mouth. It felt even better as she deep-throated it.

  “Do you swallow?” Scott breathed.

  “Ooh yeah, milkshake…milkshake,” Olivia sang as she went back to sucking and slobbering his thick white meat stick.

  Cupping the back of Scott’s pants leg, she conditioned herself right then to take the accelerations—and like a guy fucking a pussy, Scott fucked her face, dead in her mouth, faster and faster; harder and harder.

  Scott felt enormous guilt, because he was so into his girlfriend. But after he came and Olivia drank it, Olivia convinced him to take her phone number and address.

  Being on duty, he couldn’t stay and fuck her right there like he wanted to. But Olivia told him that she had to experience having him inside her.

  “Sure,” Scott mumbled as he got his pants back up and whispered thanks to the hot blond who’d been stopped for whatever the fuck—he couldn’t remember.

  “You take it easy and drive carefully now.”

  “I will, officer. And anytime you’re horny and feel like doing a quick hit and run…just call my cell phone. My pussy has dreams, and those dreams are about your dick.”

  “I bet its good,” Scott said as he sped out of the alley like Batman leaving the bat cave.

  And it certainly wouldn’t be long before he found out.

  ••

  Jewel Nixon Harper frowned as she found the bag of weed rolled up on her little sister’s couch.

  “Olivia—what is happening to you?”

  It wasn’t that Jewel didn’t believe in getting high—she and her white collar husband Jared definitely hit a joint every now and then. But as kids, it was dirty blond Jewel who had always been the bad girl, fast with boys and getting stone, while shy sweet platinum blond Olivia had been their mother’s little angel.

  Now, standing there with her son Baby Jared on one hip and a bag of pampers and formula on the other hip, Jewel Harper didn’t even recognize her younger sister.

  “Nothing’s happening to me,” Olivia said drolly as she came out of her bedroom wearing a pussy-cover mini-skirt, halter top and go-go boots. She pretended to be happy that Jewel was there visiting with the baby, but she couldn’t wait for them to go.

  “And what in the fuck have you got on Olivia? Never mind. I brought your nephew over here because that always cheers you up—but you haven’t even held him once!”

  Olivia didn’t want to touch Baby Jared with her hands. She smiled and made “goo-goo” sounds as he wobbly-walked around the apartment living room, his buff little self growing bigger and bigger everyday it seemed.

  “I’ve been working so hard as a member of the Nurses—I haven’t had time to be myself lately, Jewel. You do realize being in this singing group is like being a character.”

  “All I know is that every since mom married Vincent Bonn—a guy who’s basically your same age—you’ve been a different person Olivia. It’s like you’re rebelling or something.”

  Olivia ignored her big sister. She said, “So you want to catch ‘Wolverine’ with Hugh Jackman in it? It just came out at the theatre but I have it on bootleg. Awesome action and special effects.”

  “You have it on bootleg? Cool.”

  Olivia and Jewel fixed themselves a marijuana blunt, some cold cut sandwiches, and along with Baby Jared teetering around nearby, watched the new film “Wolverine” and then Hugh Jackman in “Australia” with Nicole Kidman.

  During both films, it took everything in Olivia not to touch herself—not to masturbate to the images of fine sexy as hell Hugh Jackman.

  But after Jewel left with the baby. Olivia tore out of her clothes and splayed herself across the bed with the movies replaying—swiftly finger banging herself and swooning the actor’s name, insatiably.

  Eyes blazing red from the pot, she said, “Maybe I’ll become a huge pop star and get to meet you, Handsome Hugh. Maybe you’ll jack me up.”

  ••

  Yeah…like that…and like that.

  …five hundred people dancing wildly!!!

  MAD LIGHT

  Olivia Nixon could literally feel the beat pulsing up from the floor, racing through her body, booming from the club’s sound system. This was her first time at THE DOG PEN dance Club in VeniceBeach and she was loving it—and not just that—but doing everything she could to stay far away from Cathy’s big studly-fine husband Mike.

  Invigorated by the dancing, she came off the floor, walking towards the bar and realized that her cell phone had been ringing. 805 area code…sexy-fine police officer Scott Michaels calling. So she ran outside in the parking lot, where one could actually hear, and called him back immediately. When he picked up, he didn’t say a word. Olivia could sense how he was torn; guilty feelings wrestling against his lust. Olivia licked her lips and said in her sexiest voice, “Officer—it’s me, your secret little pussy whore.”

  “You at your apartment?” his deep voice muttered in nervous reply. He’d enjoyed the blow-job in the alley, but he’d never gone to her apartment and banged the kitten.

  “Yes, I’m naked and I’m lonely on my terrace…wishing you’d come over.”

  There was silence on the other end. Olivia said, “I don’t want respect like your girlfriend gets…I just want to be your sex toy, Scott. I just want you to hit and run—hit and run.”

  The electronic beat and the lights from the club were still pulsing through Olivia’s body, making her horny with desire. And what she desired was a big strapping strong white fox with hard blue eyes and a meaty joystick to pump inside her.

  “So where’s your apartment at?”

  And then before Olivia knew it—the police boots, the badge and the night stick were there and the fucking began.

  Scott’s cool mint tongue in her mouth; the tall muscular stud grabbing her in the doorway of her bedroom and running his heads underneath her dress, groping her naked tight blond pussy and steadily moving her backwards towards to the bed, squeezing and feeling her body—ripping each other’s clothes off—Olivia marveling at Scott’s thick hard dick and how lucky his girlfriend Shelley was to be engaged to such a stallion.

  “Fuck me!” Olivia panted, licking Scott’s face as he lay her on the bed and quickly, but gently, stuck it in her. Their naked bodies
clapped as he banged slipping and sliding, poking her creamy blond pussy and sucking and squeezing her breasts with such abandon that all Olivia could do was give in to the fire and blow away with it—the windy raw dicking of her wet hungry cunt feeding even more flames until literally, the fire was an inferno.

  “Ooooh yes—fuck me!”

  At some point, Scott let his guilt go and just enjoyed the act of not being who he really was. With sexual playgirls like Olivia, men could be free, blameless and heartless. And that’s what Scott found irresistible—the freedom to admit that he wanted to pull her hair, call her “sweet bitch,” toss her around like a doll and stick his meat just about wherever he wanted to—in her mouth, between her breasts, the lips of her pussy or the crack of her ass.

  Whatever he wanted—Olivia liked it.

  Increasingly, she was getting addicted to having sexual adventures with “O.W.M.” (other women’s men). In fact, it was getting to where she preferred it. Lustfulness and insecurity, the excitement of talking and laughing with a female and then having that female’s man grope and touch her behind the other female’s back, prefer her—it was like red pepper to the adrenaline. And instead of being ashamed and feeling guilty about it, Olivia was getting to the point where fighting against it actually made her crave it.

  Not only was it attention—but the attention was cloaked in secrecy. And that made the sex and the chase seem so much more animalistic and nasty.

  “OOOOh yes—fuck me! Shelley doesn’t have to know, because I’m not out to take you from her—OOOH yeah, Officer!--and I’m not competition—I just want to be your secret; your secret little pussy whore—OOOH—fuck me, fuck me!”

  Powerfully, Scott turned her on her hands and knees and started banging her doggy-style—his dick ramming much harder from the back than he’d fucked her from the front.

  He clutched her around the neck and stood up on his haunches and banged her like she was a fucking prostitute ass HO.

  It felt so good.

  But then in a flurry of orgasm, Scott shouted out, “Goddamn it, you’re the sweetest freak ass bitch! I’d never put a ring on it, but I love putting my CUM up your ass!”

  I’d never put a ring on it.

  ••

  Olivia was in the shower when Cathy’s husband Mike called.

  Officer Scott had left fifteen minutes earlier and Mike called and left a message that the record company had sent them their first official copies of the upcoming CD by The Nurses called “Yours By Injection.”

  Dripping wet in a towel, Olivia listened to the playback as Cathy was all happy and excited in the background—“Mike, go over there and take her one! Tell her you’re going to drop a copy in her door slot for when she gets back home from the club.”

  On the message, Mike said, “Look—Cathy wants me to bring you a copy tonight, so I’m gonna drop it off.”

  Balefully, Olivia closed her eyes.

  She tried to catch her breath, but after what she’d just witnessed in the shower, it was really hard to breathe correctly.

  I wouldn’t put a ring on it…I wouldn’t put a ring on it.

  Snap out of it, Olivia told herself.

  Mike is coming.

  Considering when he’d left the message, he should be there any minute. Tall handsome former Navy Seal hairy arms and chest muscular legs Mike. Literal fire enraptured Olivia’s nipples as her freshly washed pussy began to throb and re-wet itself, hungry for Mike’s big forbidden dick.

  Out of loyalty to Cathy, she’d always held out. But now, after what had happened in the bathroom, she had a new reason to hold out.

  Doorbell: DING-DONG/DING-DONG.

  Olivia slipped on a pair of high heels, then went to the door draped in her towel.

  “I saw your light on,” Mike said after she’d opened the door. He was holding the copy of The Nurses’ first CD that his wife had him bring over. “You always answer the door half-naked?”

  Olivia dropped the towel completely.

  Boldly, she stood there butt naked in a pair of candy apple red high heels, so gorgeously sexy that Mike didn’t know what to do but grin and applaud.

  He came in and closed the door behind him.

  “Congratulations,” he said as he handed Olivia the CD.

  But she threw it on the couch without even looking at it.

  Mike thought they were about to kiss…to fuck.

  But Olivia burst into tears.

  She said, “Get out, Mike.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t like what I’ve become!” she sobbed erratically. “I don’t want to hurt Cathy—I don’t want to be a whore!”

  “Olivia, stop crying.”

  “I can’t stop crying! I’m nothing but a whore, Mike! A dirty nasty ass whore!”

  “No—no. What you are is a blond, Olivia—a blond. Blonds have more fun and that’s just your nature. When god created blonds, he created freedom. Like a white horse galloping across a landscape, that’s what a blond is—free and naked and heart breathtakingly beautiful.”

  “Shut up!” Olivia cried profusely. “Just go away—get out!”

  “You don’t want to leave,” Mike said.

  “Yes, I do want you to leave! Because guess what? I’m going to reclaim myself tonight, Mike. I’m going to take back my soul and stop being a monster.”

  Mike was very sad.

  He wanted to fuck her and he knew, deep down, that she wanted to be with him, too.

  He said, “You’re not a monster—you’re beautiful.”

  “No Mike,” Olivia cried with conviction. “I’ve become a very dirty girl. And tonight’s the end of it. This is the end, Mike—I’m never going to have sex with you, no matter how much I want it. I’m never going to have sex with you.”

  “Don’t say that Olivia.”

  ••

  Dr. Kate Nixon Bonn was up late one night with her new hubby, Vincent, the two of them flipping through cable channels when suddenly, they ran across the music videos on MTV.

  ANNOUNCER: “And now the video premiere of the number song in America by a brand new group—The Nurses!”

  “Oh wait!” Kate said. “Don’t turn the channel yet, I think this is The Nurses…”

  “Kate—isn’t that? It’s your daughter, Olivia!”

  Kate slipped on her glasses and looked closely at the trio of sexy women dressed in nurse’s uniforms. A hot red head was doing most of the singing and a gorgeous black girl kept shaking her extremely large bootay in close-ups. The blond bombshell one in the white bikini and nurses’ cap was most definitely Kate’s daughter Olivia, and of course Jewel and Olivia had told her this was going to happen, but she hadn’t known exactly when.

  So here it was—her formally shy daughter had the number one song in the country!

  I wanna be yours…BY INJECTION

  (stick it deep)

  My heart needs affection

  (stick it deep)

  Don’t stop the erection

  (stick it deep)

  Nurses’ orders!

  I wanna be yours…BY INJECTION

  Kate Nixon Bonn clapped and cheered with delight when the video ended. She turned to Vincent and said, “I love it! Did you see my daughter Olivia? She is so hot!”

  ••

  One Year Later

  June 2010

  Cathy looked at the group of executives in shocked disbelief. The record company had decided to drop The Nurses after disappointing sales on their first CD.

  “What do you mean we’re one hit wonders?” Cathy demanded as Simone Sting stood behind her looking stupid and confused.

  The lead executive said, “Your CD was a flop, Cathy—yeah the radio played that one song to death, and it was a hit with kids—but after Olivia Nixon announced she was leaving the group, everything started going down hill. The second single flopped—the third single didn’t even get airplay. Now we got a note from MTV saying they don’t even want us submitting any more videos from you girls. You’re on
e hit wonders—you’re done.”

  “Look,” Cathy pleaded. “Let us find a replacement for Olivia Nixon. The clubs are full of hot blond nympho-looking chicks who can dance.”

  “But I wanted that one!” the record executive shouted as he banged his fist on the table, furiously. “I wanted Olivia Nixon…and she ups and quits the group and claims a vow of celibacy. The bitch goes in VIBE magazine and says she’s been visited by the ghosts of Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield and Anna Nicole Smith and she’s protecting herself from men’s penis’s.”

  “The magazine misquoted Olivia!”

  “No, no. She said that! The ghosts of Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield and Anna Nicole Smith came to her and told her to protect herself from men’s penis’s—and to take a vow of celibacy! I’m telling you now—you bitches are done in the music business!”

  I TOUCH MYSELF

  •

  Cathy tried to phone Olivia, Simone tried to call, but day in and day out, Olivia wasn’t answering her cell.

  Simone left a message: “Olivia I know you’re embarrassed about how sexy you came off in that video on MTV—you said you’d never seen yourself dance before. But there’s nothing wrong with you being sexy and men around the world voting it their number one Jerk-Off video. It’s just a video.”

  At home, ignoring everyone, Olivia Nixon looked up at the television screen, startled to see her mother as the Guest Psychiatrist on one of the daytime talk shows.

  “Good girls who try to play whores reach a crash and burn moment that can be absolutely devastating,” Dr. Kate Nixon Bonn confirmed for the talk show host. Her mom told the studio audience, “Many good girls resent the fact that life doesn’t seem to reward them for being good girls—and after the club—these good girls often act out destructive behavior that isn’t part of who they really are.”