Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 2

Kiss Kiss Is Getting Old

“Evening ladies”- said the girl/ cop, looking around.

It was then that Spencer noticed, that she was wearing high-heels…she took some handcuffs from her pocket.

Walking towards Spencer, she grabbed her wrists and putted the handcuffs quickly,

“What are you doing?!”- Spencer managed to say, her heart beating so fast, she felt It was about to burst out of her chest.

Madison on the back was sniggering, with her camera in hand.

The girl lifted Spencer’s hands in the air with one hand, while the other arm snaked and rested on Spencer’s lower back.

Spencer’s breath hitched, due to the closeness, and the brief though crossed her mind that never had she felt so flustered and sexy,

‘This woman was a sexy, vixen, cop, this woman was…’

“My name is Ashley Davies, and I am arresting you for being the cutest bachelorette here, and NOW, let’s get this party truly started”

‘A STRIPPER!’

Ashley said among whoo’s and whoa’s from the ladies in the room, and also among whispers of ‘WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?’ ‘who hired her?’’This is an outrage’

One particularly conservative looking lady whispered to Spencer’s mom

“Well, well, this should be interesting, right Paula? Paula?”

Paula seemed to be shocked into silence, and she only pursed her lips.

Everyone seemed to be flabbergasted, and too shocked to move. A second girl entered the room and gave a CD to Madison, who took advantage of everyone’s shock and quickly went to the stereo, camera in hand of course.

Seconds later, Justin Timberlake’s SexyBack was on, and Ashley gently released Spencer, as soon as the song began, gave her a sexy wink, while she slowly sashayed to the table that was in the center of the room, Ashley climbed the table, and slowly danced to the beats, and sexily lip-synched to Spencer…

‘I’m bringin’ sexyback’

Spencer seemed to be in a haze as she could only watch the woman in uniform, as she slowly began to unbutton her blue blouse, slowly the women began to gather around the table, and began clapping, moving happily to the beat, also in a seemingly ‘sex-haze’ caused by the vixen on top of the table.