Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One (2 page)

     “Second offense, huh?” asked the
plain-clothes officer.  In the store, he’d identified himself as Lt.
Michael Cabreeze of Cambridge PD.  Stacy had wanted to die of shame as the
Lieutenant walked her out to his unmarked car.

     “Why is the lady handcuffed,” a
small boy asked his mother as they passed?

     “She must have broken the law,
Erik.  They’ll do that to you if you’re a bad boy and don’t mind daddy and
me.”

     “It’s the second time I have been
arrested but I wasn’t guilty the first time or this time,” said Stacy defiantly. 
Stacy had expected to ride in the back seat but the Lieutenant had opened the
front passenger door making sure she didn’t hit her head as she slid onto the
seat.

     “The judge and the DA will sort
everything out.  I’m just providing transportation.  I’m assigned to
vice and normally don’t get involved with larceny but the uniforms were all
busy with some out of town VIP so I offered to pick you up and bring you in,”
said the Lieutenant.  “Hanging around the station house is not my thing.”

     “Is there absolutely no way I can
avoid being arrested?  I’m innocent.  This will ruin my life. 
My parents will disown me,” said Stacy finally losing control and starting to
cry.

     “They’ll forgive you.  Parents
are like that,” said the Lieutenant philosophically.

     “Not mine, you don’t know
them.  They expect so much of me,” said Stacy.

     “Where are your parents?”

     “They live in Weston,” said Stacy.

     “Weston, wealthiest town in the
state, you must be rich,” said the Lieutenant.

     “They’re doctors.  My mother
is an allergist.  She has her own clinic.  My father is a thoracic
surgeon.  He does mostly bypasses.”

     “You live at home,” asked the
Lieutenant?

     “No, in the dorm.”

     “Oh, what college?”

     “Harvard.”

     “Harvard, I’m impressed.  Rich
girl going to an Ivy League college shouldn’t steal.  It doesn’t look
right.  I got my degree in Criminal Justice from Northeastern, definitely
not the Ivy League,” said the Lieutenant.

      “Northeastern is a good
school.  My parents graduated from Harvard Medical.  They wanted me
to go there.  I’m a legacy,” said Stacy.  “But I’ll have to find a
state school that will accept me after this.  Harvard will expel me for a
second offense.”

      “Your parents will disown
you.  Harvard will kick you out.  Judge will throw the book at you
for violating probation. Anything else bad going to happen?”

      “I won’t be a member of the
US Olympic Women’s Skeet Team.  Any character issues and they drop
you.  I’ve got a good chance of making the team,” said Stacy.

      “You shoot those, what do you
call it, clay pigeons?”

      “Yes, my father was on the
men’s team the year they won the gold metal.  He taught me.”

      “Young lady, you do have a
lot to lose,” said the Lieutenant allowing a slight note of sympathy to color
his tone.

      “Yes,” was all Stacy could
manage.  “That’s why I would never shoplift.  I have too much to lose
plus I am an honest person.  I’ve never stolen anything in my life. 
I swear it.”

      “I hate to see a young girl
suffer so much for such a small offense.  It hardly seems fair,” said the
Lieutenant.

      “If there is any way you
could help me?  I would be forever grateful,” said Stacy sensing the
Lieutenant was sympathetic.

      “How grateful,” asked the
Lieutenant offering Stacy a desperately desired glimmer of hope?

      “I have some money.  Not
a lot, I don’t get my trust fund until I’m twenty-three.  Oh, and I have
my grandmother’s jewelry.  It’s in a safe deposit box but I have the
key.  We could sell it,” said Stacy her desperation causing her to offer
something she had promised her now deceased grandmother she would keep and
treasure all her life.

      “Now, you’ve hurt my
feelings,” said the Lieutenant sounding miffed.  “There are other things
in the world beside money.”

     “How?  I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean to insult you.  What can I do to show you how much I appreciate your
helping me?”

      “First, you would have to
promise me as long as you live you would never again steal anything, no more
shoplifting,” said the Lieutenant.

      “I promise.  I will
never shoplift.  I’ll buy everything through the Internet.  I’ll
never go in another mall as long as I live,” said Stacy.  “What else?”

     “Second, you have to party with
me.  You’ve a very pretty girl, Stacy,” said the Lieutenant.

     “Party?” asked Stacy getting an
uneasy feeling she knew what he meant.

     “Yeah, party; don’t make me spell
it out.  But of course if you’re a member of one of those campus
abstinence groups and still a virgin, we can forget it.  There’s no
pressure here.  This will be your decision.”

      “I don’t know what to say,”
said Stacy.  Stacy’s sexual experience was limited.  Her parents had
kept her so busy with school and after school activities she’d had little time
for a social life.  She’d lost her virginity the night of her senior
prom.  Her only other experience was on Justin’s father’s boat.  She
and Justin had sex twice but Justin was no more experienced than Stacy.

      “Well forget it then.  I
suppose I’m too old and ugly for you.”

      “No, you’re not too old,”
said Stacy guessing the Lieutenant’s age as early thirties.

      “Too ugly, you’d rather go to
prison than party with Quasimodo,” said the Lieutenant.

      “No, you’re very handsome,”
said Stacy anxious to be civil but realizing it was true.  The Lieutenant
was actually good looking in Stacy’s opinion.  From his name, she knew his
heritage was Italian.  He had the curly black hair, dark eyes, aquiline
nose, and olive complexion that appealed to women.  Stacy recalled the
phrase, Italian Stallion.  It suited Mike Cabreeze.

      “You don’t like
Italians.  They’re beneath you.   No way a beautiful, wealthy
WASP, is going to soil her hands with a Wop from Revere,”

      “No, of course not.  I’m
not prejudiced against anyone.  It’s not that.  I’m not very
experienced when it comes to sex.  But I’m not a virgin,” said Stacy.

      “Look, here’s the deal. 
Take it or leave it.  I have a place we can go.  It’s nothing fancy
but it’s nice and clean.  We’ll have a drink, relax, get comfortable and
lets things develop. You might even enjoy it.  If doing thirty to ninety
days at Bridgewater is preferable to a single evening with me, it’s your
choice.  So what’s it going to be?  But decide quickly.  I need
to make a call to have the department store lose your arrest records.”

     “Just this once?” asked Stacy?

     “Think about it.  I can’t take
you to the station tomorrow and say I had a flat tire.  It’s tonight only
then we go our separate ways.”

     “All right, but you’ll have to show
me what to do,” said Stacy.

     “Don’t worry.  You are in the
good hands of Mike Cabreeze,” said the Lieutenant taking his cell phone out.

     Stacy had to fight to contain her
relief as she listened to the Lieutenant cajole the department store security
guard into deleting her arrest record from the computer.  Thank God I’m
not going to jail thought Stacy.  My life would be ruined. 
Everything I worked for would disappear.  Now I need to do my best to live
up to my side of our bargain.  That shouldn’t be a problem.  He’s
very good looking and he seems like a nice guy.

     “All done, I’m trusting you to do
keep our agreement,” said Mike reaching his hand out to unlock her cuffs.

     “Thank you so much, I’ll do my best
to please you.  Just don’t expect too much of me,” said Stacy rubbing her
wrists.

     “I want this to be pleasant for
both of us.  Shower. Fix your face and hair.  There’s lingerie in the
top drawer. Pick out something sexy.  I’ll open a bottle of wine and catch
the last innings of the Sox and Anaheim,” said Mike before leaving Stacy alone
in the large bedroom.

     “Thank you, Lieutenant Cabreeze,”
said Stacy looking around at the furnishings.  She was in an apartment complex
near campus.  It was clean and well furnished.  Stacy noticed it
didn’t look lived in.

     “Mike, let’s drop the
Lieutenant.  We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Come here,” said Mike
gesturing for Stacy to step closer.

     I can do this said Stacy stepping
into the Lieutenant’s embrace.  He’s actually damn good looking. 
I’ve always had a thing for Italian men.  They’re so masculine and
handsome.  And for that matter I have no choice.  I owe him and I’ll
do everything I can to please him.  Tomorrow I can go on my way free as a
bird.  I’ll never shop in a department store as lone as I live.

     Stacy wrapped her arms around
Mike’s broad shoulders and they embraced for a long lingering kiss.

     “That was a very good kiss,” said
Mike when it ended.  “Now, make yourself beautiful for me.  But don’t
take too long.  I’m a little anxious.  Can’t you tell?”

     “Yes,” said Stacy conscious of the
hard object pressing against her belly

***

     “Wow, molta bella,” said Mike
appreciatively as Stacy entered the room.  She was wearing a white
nightgown and peignoir.

     “It’s beautiful,’ said Stacy
referring to the gown.  Stacy had noted it was an upscale designer brand.
It had never been worn.  She’d had to remove the tags. She was slightly
embarrassed the top was sheer and her breasts were on display.  A matching
panty barely covered her sex.  There was even a pair of white
scuffs.  Stacy was glad she’d treated herself to a manicure and pedicure
while visiting the mall.

      “It’s beautiful on you. 
The wine’s Australian but they make an awesome chardonnay,” said Mike pouring
Stacy a glass.

      “Thank you, it’s good,” said
Stacy taking a sip.  “Is this your place?”

      “Not hardly, it belongs to a
fellow officer who’s between wives,” said Mike.  “He’s in Vegas for a
week, lucky guy.  His girl friend models lingerie.  You’re wearing
one of her samples.  But you look better in it than her.”

     “Thank you,” said Stacy.

      Stacy had noticed Mike was
wearing a wedding band.  He had removed his jacket and tie while she was
changing.  Stacy chased out of her mind she would be having sex with a
married man.  Something she had sworn she would never do.

      “Sit here by me.  It’s
almost over.  The Angels are winning.  You a Sox fan?” said Mike
putting his arm around Stacy’s shoulder and drawing her closer.

      “From birth, my grandfather
had season tickets.  Now daddy has them.  They’ll be mine next,” said
Stacy leaning against Mike hoping the wine would help her relax.

      “Where are they?”

      “Third row, behind and to the
right of the batter,” said Stacy nuzzling into Mike.

      “Season tickets to the Sox, I
should divorce my wife and marry you,” said Mike.

      “Have you been married long,”
asked Stacy curious about Mike’s family?  Being with a married man or any
man for that matter was a new experience for her.

      “Twelve years, month after
next, two kids, Mike Junior is almost twelve.  Condom broke one night in
the back of my patrol car and next thing I knew, Connie and I were
engaged.  Callie, Calistra, is ten.  Want to see?” asked Mike
reaching for his wallet.

      “Handsome boy, he looks like
you,” said Stacy admiring the photo.  A smiling Mike Junior was dressed in
a soccer uniform.

      “And here’s daddy’s girl. 
She’s got me wrapped around her little finger,” said Mike flipping over the
wallet photos.   It was a picture of a very serious looking girl
dressed for her first Holy Communion.

      “Beautiful child, gorgeous
hair,” said Stacy.  Opposite Callie’s photo there was a picture of Mike
and a blonde woman Stacy assumed was Connie.  They looked like they were
on a cruise.

      “You have a beautiful
family,” said Stacy as Mike put his wallet away.

      “Thanks, family is very
important to me.  Every day in my line of work, I see what happens when
family members don’t take care of one another.  Sometimes it can get to
you.”

      “Thank for helping me, Mike,”
said Stacy raising her lips to his.

      They progressed slowly from
kisses to caresses. Stacy put her hand on the back of Mike’s head when he
attacked her breasts through the sheer fabric.  His wet warm mouth teased
her nipples while his hand strayed down between her legs.  She relaxed and
spread her thighs when his hand reached her sex.

    Stacy had thought it would be difficult
if not impossible to make love to a man she barely knew.  As a young girl,
she’d romanticized that only when she really cared about someone would she be
able to put her whole being into making love.  But real life was not working
out like she had imagined.

     When Mike had made his proposition,
Stacy had pictured a few minutes of mechanical sex in the back of the
car.  He’ll come in me and it will be over.  He’d blackmailed her
into having sex?  Cops did that sort of thing.  Stacy vaguely
recalled a recent story in the Boston Globe about a state policeman who pulled
girls over driving home after an evening of clubbing in Boston.  He gave
them a choice, DUI arrest or oral sex.  Hundreds had come forth after his
arrest to admit they’d performed orally with the officer.

     This should be much tougher than it
is thought Stacy as she opened her legs to allow Mike’s hand to travel up her
leg to press against her sex.  His fingers pressed gently between her
labia, causing her breath to quicken and a feeling of warmth to fill her
groin.  Involuntarily, she pressed her sex against his fingers signaling
her eagerness for his touch.

    “You are so beautiful,” said Mike raising
his head and looking into her eyes.  He slipped the strap of the gown off
her shoulder pushing it down to uncover her breast.

    “Thank you,” said Stacy.

    “And these are very special,” said Mike
gently licking Stacy’s nipple with the tip of his tongue.

    Stacy relaxed back into the couch as
Mike’s mouth sucked her nipple and his hand stroked her panty-covered
sex.  Stacy slipped the other strap off her shoulder to expose her other
breast.

     “Close your eyes.  Take long
slow breaths.  Let me get you off, gorgeous,” whispered Mike his passion
building as he knelt between her legs and reached for the waistband of her
panty.

     “Oh yes,” moaned Stacy raising her
hips to help Mike slipped her panty down her legs.

     “Scoot down, I’m going to eat your
pussy until you come,” said Mike pushing Stacy’s legs further apart as she
willingly complied with his request.  Her sex was positioned on the edge
of the couch. Mike was between her legs.

     “Oh that’s wonderful,” gasped Stacy
as Mike’s tongue passed over her clitoris.

     “You are an exceptionally beautiful
girl with a killer body.  I want you to relax and let me do all the work,”
said Mike pressing his fingers into her vaginal opening.

     Stacy sensed how wet her sex had
become by the ease Mike’s finger slipped inside her opening. Mike’s tongue was
tracing circles around her clitoris as his fingers slowly moved in and out her
vaginal opening.  Instinctively, Stacy captured her nipples in her fingers
and pulled them out as she pressed them flat.  The slight pain heightened
her sensitivity to Mike’s efforts.

     “I’m going to climax.  I can’t
stop myself,” said Stacy her breath coming quicker as she felt the muscles in
her vagina begin a series of involuntary contractions.

     “Just let it happen,” said Mike as he
pressed the pad of his saliva covered finger against her anus and pressed
inward.

     The anal stimulation overwhelmed
Stacy’s efforts to delay her orgasm.  She sounded a sharp cry as Mike’s
finger slipped past her sphincter.  Her abdominal muscles contracted as
she placed her hand on the back of Mike’s head pushing it hard against her
vagina.  He sucked hard on her clitoris as his fingers probed inside her
convulsing vagina.  Stacy’s legs came together squeezing Mike’s head as
she lost control turning and twisting her body in response to the waves of
pleasure sweeping over her.

     It was several seconds before Stacy
was able to speak.  “That was awesome.  Thank you, Mike.  I
never knew sex could be that incredible.”  She leaned down and kissed his
lips tasting her own sex.

     “You are one very sensual and
exciting woman,” said Mike. “Let’s go in the bedroom.  This time you get
to do all the work.”