Karen hesitated. "Dunno. Look, I didn't think you'd actually be dim enough to fall for the whole police thing."
"Ha! I knew you weren't really in the police."
"So what if you did? You're still the one in handcuffs."
Lucie narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, about that. You stick me in handcuffs, you zap me with your pain stick, you throw me down on your love sofa... you're really getting off on this, aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
"You're blushing." Lucie smirked. "This whole thing's some sick fantasy for you. What happens next? I know. We're both on the love sofa and I'm begging you to spank me, is that it?"
Karen was definitely pink in the face, though whether this was down to a lover's blushes or simple fury was unclear. "That is not a chuffing love sofa!" she snapped.
"Oh, yeah?" Lucie's cuffed hands were exploring the gap behind the sofa cushions. "So these aren't your knickers down the back here?"
"My what?" Karen stepped forward as Lucie brought her hands out of the gap—
And swung them sharply, landing a two-fisted blow in Karen's solar plexus. As Karen doubled over, Lucie made a grab for the sonic, missed, and found herself gripping the pain rod. Karen, recovering, tried to snatch it back, and fell onto the sofa on top of Lucie. Face to face, they struggled, the rod digging into first one, then the other.
Then Lucie's hand slipped on the rod, coming into contact with the controls. Painful tingling shot through her body, but it was clear that Karen had received a far stronger jolt. Her mouth opened for a scream that never came; instead, she collapsed with a moan, her body suddenly limp.
"Serve you right," Lucie muttered, squirming out from under Karen. A few seconds were enough for her to retrieve the sonic from Karen's pocket and unlock the handcuffs. Karen made a feeble attempt to grab at her, but was in no condition to resist as Lucie made use of the handcuffs to restrain her erstwhile tormentor's hands behind her back.
"Bye for now," Lucie said. "Sorry I ruined your little fantasy. Or is this one of your fantasies too? Would it help if I sat on you or something?"
"Lucie," Karen mumbled. "Just wait 'til I get m'hands on you... shove that prod right up your jacksie..."
"Hold that thought, 'cos that's the closest you'll ever get to doing it." Lucie opened the front door, took a step backward, blew Karen a kiss, and closed the door between them. On a whim, she aimed the sonic at the keyhole, and was rewarded with a click as the lock went home.
Wonder if I was right about her fancying me? Lucie thought, as she hurried through the streets to get back to the alleyway where Karen had found her. She tried to force the thought back, but too late; the obvious followup question was already in her mind. And what if I actually fancy her?
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Karen Coltraine &/ Lucie Miller - arrest (2/2)
Date: 2016-11-19 10:28 pm (UTC)Karen hesitated. "Dunno. Look, I didn't think you'd actually be dim enough to fall for the whole police thing."
"Ha! I knew you weren't really in the police."
"So what if you did? You're still the one in handcuffs."
Lucie narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, about that. You stick me in handcuffs, you zap me with your pain stick, you throw me down on your love sofa... you're really getting off on this, aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
"You're blushing." Lucie smirked. "This whole thing's some sick fantasy for you. What happens next? I know. We're both on the love sofa and I'm begging you to spank me, is that it?"
Karen was definitely pink in the face, though whether this was down to a lover's blushes or simple fury was unclear. "That is not a chuffing love sofa!" she snapped.
"Oh, yeah?" Lucie's cuffed hands were exploring the gap behind the sofa cushions. "So these aren't your knickers down the back here?"
"My what?" Karen stepped forward as Lucie brought her hands out of the gap—
And swung them sharply, landing a two-fisted blow in Karen's solar plexus. As Karen doubled over, Lucie made a grab for the sonic, missed, and found herself gripping the pain rod. Karen, recovering, tried to snatch it back, and fell onto the sofa on top of Lucie. Face to face, they struggled, the rod digging into first one, then the other.
Then Lucie's hand slipped on the rod, coming into contact with the controls. Painful tingling shot through her body, but it was clear that Karen had received a far stronger jolt. Her mouth opened for a scream that never came; instead, she collapsed with a moan, her body suddenly limp.
"Serve you right," Lucie muttered, squirming out from under Karen. A few seconds were enough for her to retrieve the sonic from Karen's pocket and unlock the handcuffs. Karen made a feeble attempt to grab at her, but was in no condition to resist as Lucie made use of the handcuffs to restrain her erstwhile tormentor's hands behind her back.
"Bye for now," Lucie said. "Sorry I ruined your little fantasy. Or is this one of your fantasies too? Would it help if I sat on you or something?"
"Lucie," Karen mumbled. "Just wait 'til I get m'hands on you... shove that prod right up your jacksie..."
"Hold that thought, 'cos that's the closest you'll ever get to doing it." Lucie opened the front door, took a step backward, blew Karen a kiss, and closed the door between them. On a whim, she aimed the sonic at the keyhole, and was rewarded with a click as the lock went home.
Wonder if I was right about her fancying me? Lucie thought, as she hurried through the streets to get back to the alleyway where Karen had found her. She tried to force the thought back, but too late; the obvious followup question was already in her mind. And what if I actually fancy her?