arranged to take some time off before starting as a Ranger. I had a list of things to accomplish and Ethan was the key to one of them. So I called and left a voice mail for him. (It always fascinates me that a guy born in 1839 is so comfortable with modern technology.)
He called me back on my cell phone later that night, while I was having a cup of coffee and a doughnut in my cruiser. I recognized his number immediately on the readout.
“Hi, Ethan,” I mumbled through a mouthful of doughnut.
He snorted. I’m always eating when he calls me. Hell, I can’t help it if I have to consume twice as much as anyone else just to keep up my weight.
“What can I do for you, Steve?”
It’s usually best to skip small talk with Ethan, which is fine by me. I’m not much of one for polite chit-chat, either.
“My last day with the department is Friday and I’m spending next week with my folks, but I don’t have to be there until Sunday night. Care to do something on Saturday night?”
“Sure,” he agreed. Then he asked me the question I was afraid of. The one that I’d have to answer because it’s always best to tell him the truth, no matter how embarrassing. “Got anything in mind?”
“Uh, well, I was wondering,” I stuttered. “I’d like to just feel like a woman. Your woman.”
The line went silent. I waited, without a thought of my hot coffee or doughnut.
“Doing anything I want, Stephanie Amanda Darling?” he purred. I broke out into a sweat at the way he wrapped that drawl around all the syllables of my name. “Just want to be feminine? Got some fantasies about being submissive? Maybe try some rough stuff?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. The heat had moved down my body at his suggestions. Now, more than my brow was damp. “Something like that.”
“Okay. Get a room at the Sleepytime Motel for Saturday night. I’ll pick you up there at eight.”
“Fine.” I’d never seen a room at the Sleepytime Motel except during a bust. One thing for sure, nobody there would blink at anything he wanted to do.
“I’ll send you some clothes. Be sure you’re wearing those and nothing else when I pick you up.” His voice was harsher now.
“Okay,” I managed. I pressed my knees together against my body’s response. He’d never ordered me around before. Hell, I was usually the one doing that to him and he obviously liked it. I was surprised that I enjoyed him bossing me around because I’ve never been called meek.
“And Stephanie? Make sure you shave that pussy of yours. My woman doesn’t hide anything from me.”
I choked on a sip of coffee. Shave? Down there? But even if my mind wasn’t sure, my body was convinced that this was a very good idea. I closed my eyes against another surge of wetness between my legs. I might have to jack off before going back on duty after this break.
“Roger that,” I got out, unconsciously using the catch phrase from work.
Ethan laughed.
“See you Saturday.” He hung up. I sat in my cruiser for a moment and then got out resignedly. I could use the doughnut shop’s restroom for some privacy while I dealt with my reactions.
The rest of the week went past in a fairly normal way. At least the events were normal; my mind kept running off for daydreams about Ethan’s plans. I took a lot of teasing for thinking about my next job. The department gave me a great sendoff on Friday night and I managed not to get too drunk. I didn’t want to be hung over on Saturday.
I checked into the Sleepytime Motel at five on Saturday and found a hefty package waiting for me. I took a room at the back; every cop in town knew my Mustang convertible and I didn’t want to advertise my presence here.
I opened it as soon as I got into the room, of course. My jaw dropped at the mountain of brown suede that emerged. Leather chaps, fringed leather jacket, cowboy boots. They looked more like working duds than dress-up attire and were beautifully made. I petted them, enjoying
He called me back on my cell phone later that night, while I was having a cup of coffee and a doughnut in my cruiser. I recognized his number immediately on the readout.
“Hi, Ethan,” I mumbled through a mouthful of doughnut.
He snorted. I’m always eating when he calls me. Hell, I can’t help it if I have to consume twice as much as anyone else just to keep up my weight.
“What can I do for you, Steve?”
It’s usually best to skip small talk with Ethan, which is fine by me. I’m not much of one for polite chit-chat, either.
“My last day with the department is Friday and I’m spending next week with my folks, but I don’t have to be there until Sunday night. Care to do something on Saturday night?”
“Sure,” he agreed. Then he asked me the question I was afraid of. The one that I’d have to answer because it’s always best to tell him the truth, no matter how embarrassing. “Got anything in mind?”
“Uh, well, I was wondering,” I stuttered. “I’d like to just feel like a woman. Your woman.”
The line went silent. I waited, without a thought of my hot coffee or doughnut.
“Doing anything I want, Stephanie Amanda Darling?” he purred. I broke out into a sweat at the way he wrapped that drawl around all the syllables of my name. “Just want to be feminine? Got some fantasies about being submissive? Maybe try some rough stuff?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. The heat had moved down my body at his suggestions. Now, more than my brow was damp. “Something like that.”
“Okay. Get a room at the Sleepytime Motel for Saturday night. I’ll pick you up there at eight.”
“Fine.” I’d never seen a room at the Sleepytime Motel except during a bust. One thing for sure, nobody there would blink at anything he wanted to do.
“I’ll send you some clothes. Be sure you’re wearing those and nothing else when I pick you up.” His voice was harsher now.
“Okay,” I managed. I pressed my knees together against my body’s response. He’d never ordered me around before. Hell, I was usually the one doing that to him and he obviously liked it. I was surprised that I enjoyed him bossing me around because I’ve never been called meek.
“And Stephanie? Make sure you shave that pussy of yours. My woman doesn’t hide anything from me.”
I choked on a sip of coffee. Shave? Down there? But even if my mind wasn’t sure, my body was convinced that this was a very good idea. I closed my eyes against another surge of wetness between my legs. I might have to jack off before going back on duty after this break.
“Roger that,” I got out, unconsciously using the catch phrase from work.
Ethan laughed.
“See you Saturday.” He hung up. I sat in my cruiser for a moment and then got out resignedly. I could use the doughnut shop’s restroom for some privacy while I dealt with my reactions.
The rest of the week went past in a fairly normal way. At least the events were normal; my mind kept running off for daydreams about Ethan’s plans. I took a lot of teasing for thinking about my next job. The department gave me a great sendoff on Friday night and I managed not to get too drunk. I didn’t want to be hung over on Saturday.
I checked into the Sleepytime Motel at five on Saturday and found a hefty package waiting for me. I took a room at the back; every cop in town knew my Mustang convertible and I didn’t want to advertise my presence here.
I opened it as soon as I got into the room, of course. My jaw dropped at the mountain of brown suede that emerged. Leather chaps, fringed leather jacket, cowboy boots. They looked more like working duds than dress-up attire and were beautifully made. I petted them, enjoying
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