With two successful burglaries under her belt, Emma decided it was time to unwind a little. Her performance at work had hurt from her nightly escapades, but being the manager no one had spoken up to her. Certainly not Sarah, that high school dropout who worked most shifts with her and was too cowardly to stand up for herself. Emma enjoyed bossing her around, and was starting to consider finding out where she lived... But that would be at a later date. For now, she wanted to have some fun, and knew just the place.

There was a club downtown that was popular with many kinds of people, but especially young lesbians. Emma, being a bisexual and in the mood for some girl action, decided it would be a bit of fun. She put on a dark blue dress, some makeup and packed a few things in her handbag. One thing stood out: a recently bought pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. She was really getting a taste for restraining people, making them submit. If she could find a willing individual, all the better. She put on a pair of high heels and drove to the club.

Among the mass of people, the loud music and flashing lights, Emma looked around to find something she liked. And after about an hour of searching, she found it: a tall and busty girl hunched over the bar, waiting for her turn to order a drink. She had bright blue hair, over her button up shirt she wore a leather jacket and matching pants and boots. The many rings on her fingers reflected the dancing, as did a jeweled piercing on her nose. Emma walked up to her, decided to try her luck. The girl looked at Emma as she leaned on the bar.

"Where are your friends?", asked Emma.

"Home", the girl gave her a skeptical look, "They weren't in the mood to party."

"That's a shame. I'm Emma, by the way."

"Megan."

"Nice to meet you. Let me get you a drink."

"Getting straight to the point, huh?"

"The night is not that long", said Emma, shrugging.

"Alright, I won't pass up a free drink. But don't get you hopes up."

Emma got Megan, and in exchange the girl humored her small talk for a while. Soon they were on the second and third drink, their stares growing more intense, physical contact slowly getting into the interaction. They decided to get out and get some air, and before either of them realized it, Megan was leading Emma to her apartment complex.

"Hold on, I'm wearing heels."

"We're almost there."

The got in the building and then in the elevator, looking at each other in silence, aware of the tightness of the space. Their breaths got heavier...

They stumbled into the apartment and then into the bedroom, making out and embracing each other. Emma ripped open Megan's shirt, exposing her black lacy bra, and pushed her onto the bed. Megan kicked off her boots, took off her shirt and threw it at Emma, who pounced on the bed and kissed her neck. They both moaned, kissed and groped each other, creating a whirlwind that made Emma's dress and Megan's pants fly off. They then ripped away each other's bras, revealing their breasts, big and soft ones on Megan, smallish and firm on on Emma. They groped each other's breasts, licked each other's nipples, until Emma pulled away and stood up.

"Where are you going?", said Megan, "We can't stop now."

"We're not. Do you trust me?"

"I guess?"

"Close your eyes and lay face down."

"Alright...", Megan timidly did as told, "Do you have, like, a strapon?"

"Nope", said Emma, and she took the handcuffs from her purse, which was laying on the floor. She then took off her own panties and laid them on the bed.

"Because I have one in the drawer..."

"Keep your eyes closed", said Emma, and in a swift motion brought both on Megan's wrists behind her back and cuffed them.

"Damn", Megan opened her eyes, "You know how to impress a lady."

Emma grabbed Megan's panties and started sliding them down. When she took them off, she balled them up together with her own and put them in front of Megan's face.

"Open up."

"Shit, this gets better by the minuphhhmm... Hmmphhh."

"That's better. Keep them in there for mommy."

Starting to get the same high as in her burglaries, Emma opened up the drawer, only to find a bottle of lube and a massive purple strapon, with the girth of a soda can. It had realistic textures: the head of the cock, veins, and even two big balls at the base. She fastened it tightly to her waist, and bounced a bit to see the cock's flexibility.

"Ready to take this cock, slut?", she sat on Megan's legs, dropping a generous amount of lube on the silicone cock, some of it dropping on her captive's back and making her squirm, "Moan once for pussy and twice for ass."

"Hmmmphhh."

"That was one, right? Pussy."

She positioned herself between Megan's legs and grabbed the dildo with one hand, working a finger inside her pussy with the other. She gently rubbed the silicone tip over Megan's pussy, and made her moan as she slowly penetrated her. Thrusting back and forth, she soon picked up a good pace.

"You're so fucking hot", she said, sliding her hands over Megan's curves, squeezing her ass, "You're all mine now."

She kept thrusting, making the girl moan. A wet spot was starting to form in the mattress. Emma grabbed a fistful of Megan's blue hair and pulled her head back. She leaned into her ear, whispering how she was her little slut now, among many other things. Emma felt how she was getting wet too, high with power and control. She played with her thrusts, some softer, some slower, and the different reactions of her willing captive. But then Megan's breath accelerated, her moans shorter and more frequent.

"Are you cumming, pet?"

"Hmmm-hmmmpphh..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Emma, still holding Megan's hair, put as much speed into her thrusts as she could, the thick dildo sliding in and out effortlessly. She kept going and going, controlling her breathing to make her stamina last. She felt Megan curling and twisting beneath her, letting out a muffled scream that gradually subsided into a gentle moan. Emma shoved three fingers in her mouth and removed the panties, all balled up and wet. She slid out of Megan's pussy, who let her head fall on the pillow and relaxed face down.

"You liked that?", Emma laid at her side and stroked her hair.

"I... It was great", Megan whispered, still out of breath.

"Well don't relax yet, I haven't finished", she sat up with her back against the headboard and put her legs to either side of Megan's face, resting the silicone cock on her forehead, "You look so cute like this."

"Do you want me to..."

"It's pretty obvious I think. Eat my pussy. Though you'll have to work around the leather strap, I'm enjoying having this on."

Without protest, and with her hair sticking to the wet dildo, Megan went to work, her tongue twisting around the leather strap and gently licking the labia. Emma sighed as she made her way up to the clit, swirling around it, sucking it in with her lips.

"Damn, you're a natural. If you make me cum I may uncuff you."

Megan looked up to make eye contact, and gave her best performance. Emma patted her head and stroked her hair, but stopped when Megan's tongue hit the right spot and made her gasp. For a few minutes she came closer and closer to orgasm. She looked up and let out a moan as it finally came, a wave of pleasure washing over all her body, making her squirm and lock her legs around Megan's head to make her keep going, and going, and going... She let go and sighed when it passed. Then she took the dildo and put it in Megan's mouth.

"Gotta clean up now that we're done", she said, as Megan eagerly obeyed.

Half an hour later, they were cuddling in bed, Megan resting her head on Emma's chest, tracing a finger around her nipples, as the first lights of dawn appeared through the window.

"Gotta go now", Emma said.

"You'll call me, right?"

"Of course, babe. How could I pass up a kinky slut like you?"

When Emma finally got out of the house, she looked back and smirked, one of Megan's rings and some cash inside her purse. Couldn't help being a workaholic after all.

On another part of town, Chloe got out of her squad car and walked up the driveway of a suburban house. She was a redhead, short and thin, but with a good martial arts background and a sharp deductive mind that had helped her get a position in the police force. She knocked on the door, and a middle aged blonde woman answered.

"Excuse me, ma'am", said Chloe, "I believe you were victim of a violent burglary two weeks ago?"

"Yeah, some German bitch took off with half my valuables."

"Could I come inside to ask you some questions? There was a second burglary a few days ago, and I believe them to be connected."

"You'll catch her?"

"I'll do my absolute best, ma'am."

"Come inside, then."

And Chloe did, not allowing herself to think this would be an easy case.