Gatlin Gauges Pretty Piggy

Ok so I guess my plan had backfired. I thought if I gave Courtney so more time, I could get her to trust me and then we move in. She hadn't bit. Now she on the run. Her loyalty in this city runs deep. No one would give her up. Now he out. I had an opportunity to get both of them and I started thinking with my you know what. It was something about her I couldn't shake. Even when she slick threatened me, it excited me. Her physical beauty was obvious but it was the way she was that drove me crazy. She handled men in a way where you knew you was king but she let you know it was her world at the same time. She confused and intrigued me. Here I was risking my career. I wanted to save her but I had been hand picked to bring her down. She called me Gatlin, my last name so easily. She cooked for me. Made my plate. I watched her manicured hands grip that coffee cup. Watched her as she methodically bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. I wonder what made this beautiful creature the way she was. Murder. Pillaging. What turns a woman into a monster. I understand that ______ is her father but still. I got boxes on Ms.Courtney Danielle Coyle. Files of her accomplishments with the department. A whole slew of pictures of her in different stages of her life. I look around. Living out of hotel rooms. I survive on expensive steaks, fine cigars and rich Bourbons. Still lonely though. Women came at me like I'm some federal rock star. I guess I am. Amazing where this badge get you. Here's a picture of her standing in the window of her office. She's wearing a grey tshirt. The imprint of her lacy bra is clear. Tight levi jeans. No makeup. Clear lipgloss. Sexy wrinkles in her forehead. She's thinking about something or someone. Another picture with her back turned. I see her with her harness on. Locks down her back. Nice backside. That leopard spotted tattoo going down her arm. I reminisce about the times she would undress and masturbate for me. I knew then she was something else. She would model shoes for me. I would sit close to a thousand feet away in another building and watch her. Imagine what she felt like. I could feel her hands running down my chest. Wondered what her lips felt like on the smoothness of my bald head. I loved her voice and that thick country accent of hers. Wondered what her kisses would feel like on my-Shit! That's my phone ringing. Hell its the department ringing in. Not really ready to talk to them either. I had a lot of explaining to do. I had let a Southern Vixen cloud my judgement. So much to the point I violated the oath of my shield. What the hell was that? "What the hell you doing here?" Dressed in a black tshirt and black running tights. Black airmaxs. Hair in a ponytail. "Gatlin, you ain't happy to see me." I got a hard on just like that. I scanned the room for my gun. She had it on her. "Sit down bae let's talk." How the hell she get in here? "Courtney, what is this?" She walked towards me and her perfume stirred something in me. On tiptoes she stood and rubbed her face against my beard and I hear her moan. "You know Gatlin, I've wanted to do that since the first time I met you." She kissed my lips. Lord if this is the night I die, can I do so between the legs of this South Texas horse. Everything about her turned me on and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. She poisonous though. With my gun to me she orders me to sit down again. I obey. Glad to do it. She sits the pistol down. Her nails are painted red. "Courtney, what is this about?" She takes a sip of my brandy and smears red lipstick on the rim of it. Holds the glass to me where I can sip. Turns the glass where her lipstick is and I drink. She kiss me behind my ear and I almost explode. Handcuffs. Standard issue. She handcuffs me. Staring at the front of my pants. She knows the effect she has on me. Smiles.Her touch feels great. The chair I'm sitting in is leather. Wingback. She straddles me. "Somebody glad to see me." I want to flip this chair over so that I'm on top of her. Kisses my neck. "You smell good Gatlin. I'm sure you always do though." She let her hair brush up against my chest. I think the nape of this chick's neck is gorgeous. I kissed and licked her there. She growled. "This my game Gatlin." "What you want from me Piggy?" She stared at me with those piercing eyes of hers. Almost like she she was trying to see into me. I looked down. The thickness of her hips and thighs. I'm watching the swell of her breasts. Its intense. "So you let me go, Gatlin. Why?" She lean forward grab my face and rubbed her pretty face against my beard. She appreciated the time and upkeep I put into it I see. She takes off her socks and Air Max. Pretty feet. Toes painted the same shade of red. She tugged off her running tights. She's not wearing any panties. That lusciouness between her legs almost bald as my head. It had a tattoo of a Tiger's head. Clitoris pierced. She pulled her Tshirt over her head and I wanted to touch myself. Unhooked her bra and freed the girls from their satin fortress. Panther tattooed on her right thigh. She walked back over to me naked as the day she was born. "Michael, let's talk." She hit play on my Pandora and Con Funk Shun's Love's Train. She unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to cup my hands down her ass but I'm handcuffed. She whispers, "Daddy, what you want me to do?" She'll be a righteous lover, Confunkshun? I watch her slide down. Her back is even pretty. This venoumous pretty creature is offering me man's greatest gift. If I die tonite. Her hands are on the fly of my Italian slacks.