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Kelly's Quickies - Volume Three
(Kelly Addams)

Connie touched up her lipstick in the cracked and distressed rest room mirror of the transport caf� that she had made her base for the nights sting. She moved around often, and it was a big city. The chances of getting recognised were remote, but she was careful... what she was doing wasn't exactly sanctioned by those above, so she had to always keep her eyes open for both sides of the law.

But it's the only way to cure the sick fucks she told herself as she cast an approving eye over her outfit. Micro miniskirt, tight basque that over emphasised her full 34C boobs, black fishnet stockings and black leather hooker boots, she looked like a whore... but that was her aim. Connie was about to head out to work. Until dawn she would walk the streets until she found the perfect trick, not the shy and embarrassed guys who drunk themselves a little courage before approaching hesitantly, tripping over their words and their own feet as they propositioned her. Those she usually sent away with a stern warning, and commonly with sore ass or thighs also. They weren't the punters that she sought, even though most of them were driving under the influence, a serious crime that she shouldn't overlook... But such arrests were a distraction, time and paperwork to punish nervous men for having a couple of drinks and horny thoughts. Dammit, I've jumped in the car myself after one too many... what sort of hypocrite would that make me!

Connie adjusted the basque until the top arc of her dark nipples was exposed... just a hint, nothing crass, she liked to hint and tease, she gave them a glimpse. Often she had studied the girls who walked the darkened streets, she had learned their movements and actions. For some she had almost a professional respect, they may have been common whores but they acted with refinement and decorum, others of course were far less dignified. Those were the desperate girls, those reaching the end of their time, and the plain girls, the girls that couldn't rely on a pretty face or a shapely body. Those unfortunates had to employ a different approach, they displayed the goods, completely. It was a strategy that worked when a smile and a wink would have been pointless, they were the bargain basement offerings.

And I will never be one of those! Connie worked the top end, she wanted the cream. She targeted the guys who could afford more, those with expensive cars, designer clothes, those were the men she liked to humble.

"Damn hot!" she winked at her own reflection and checked her purse. It held everything that she needed, her make-up, a little cash and most importantly, her handcuffs, badge and hand held taser.

The taser wasn't official issue, it was something that she had picked up online, but it suited her requirements well. A modified cattle prod, the current arced blue and crackling across a pair of copper terminals... and Connie knew how to use it to its best effect. Only in her dreams did she ever admit just how much she enjoyed using it, never would she acknowledge just how wet she was as she handed out her own version of justice. It was simply a perk of a dirty job that she had assigned to herself.

Connie smiled, everything was in place. The night was chilly but she didn't mind that so much, if anything it helped her, it always made her nipples harder, and she had good nips, the type that drew many hopeful men her way, both at work and outside. 

Unlucky in love, it probably never occurred to her that possibly her actions each night stemmed from a desire to punish... to castigate the male for his total lack of understanding or interest. She was a police woman, that was true, and intimidating for many... but that still couldn't disguise the fact that she was a beautiful girl, a girl with needs and desires. A lonely girl, who had to get her kicks in the line of duty.