Poison had returned to her cheap bear before too long, eager to make up for lost time that her previous distraction had interrupted. But that would be far from the last interruption to come this evening. Behind her, entering the club in plain clothes, a short black skirt and blue top, one Jill Valentine had arrived. Not on the search for an ex-Mad Gear member at the moment, her search actually targeting much bigger fish.
Sadly for poor Jill, Poison's relative importance had grown... prodigiously as of late.
So when she came to stand not to far from the now inebriated woman she had no idea of the extreme danger her sexual morals, if not her very nature, was now in.
"I know you've been passing info from the local gangs to the Skulls. Now tell me what I want to know or things might get... rough."
Poison let out a low chuckle at the conversation occurring not to far from her. While the bartender said some rather uncouth things about Ms. Valentine and what she could do with her mouth and the genitals of every penis packing fellow inside the bar.
Which had Poison shifting in her seat as she suddenly thought about just how much fun it would be to take up that offer...
She hadn't even got far into her drunken distraction and leering before the bartender took a swing with a baseball bat. Jill ducking underneath it. Poison's drink not being quite so luck, spraying said booze all over her as she fell backwards into an awkward defensive stance as more and more gang members rose from their seats. A fight was about to start, and her pulse was pounding now.
A thrown chair (and soon a thrown man) collided with the bartender moments later, while Jill pummeled a trio into unconsciousness. Leaping behind the bar she fished a mobile phone from bartender's inert form and turned to leave.
Running right into Poison, still mad, still damp with cheap bear, and staring her down.
"Your little fight ruined my night out," Poison said, poking Jill in the chest to emphasize her point. The very act so strange, so unexpected that she took a step back, not quite sure how to react at all. "I hope you can afford to pay for this."
"Sorry, I don't have time to buy you a bear," Jill said, moving to the side to get around Poison. 'Besides, I don't think this place will be serving any for a while."
Or she tried to move around. Poison reached out and grabbed at her left wrist. Jill spun around, but her motion along with Poison's attempt to resist brought the close together. And the slight bulge betwixt Poison's legs rubbed against Jill Valentine's upper thigh.
It was an electric shock that had her heart skip a beat and made her legs feel like jelly. Jill found herself rocking into the the embrace of the woman... not-woman(?), beside her. Eyes unfocused as all she could suddenly think about was the fact that there was apparently a cock between those shapely legs. And that for some reason that was terribly important for her to think about.
Poison for her part was no better. Even worse, with the reaction adding to her already inebriated state. Without Jill to keep her standing she would have fallen over easily. Instead she rocked back and forth, throaty moans coming from her as she felt her cock harden, a desperate need for it to be used she hadn't felt in... well, she couldn't remember the last time she needed to fuck so badly.
"Oh... oh fuck me... I need to... I want to... fucking god!" Poison said, her voice failing her as her dick spasmed and she felt a need to cum so hard she was shocked her thong wasn't damp and soaked with spunk a moment later. Instead she just groped Jill Valentine's chest, finding the attractive police woman quite compliant to her wandering hands. She didn't even realize that the two of them were slowly meandering towards the exit of the bar, their steps and their foreplay taking them towards some semblance of privacy.
Poison pushed Jill against the door, hard, and it gave way into the alley. Soon the short-haired brunette was back against a dirty brick wall as she found the attention focused on her neck, Poison's mouth wandering lower as those shapely breasts were freed from her top. Jill's own cry of pleasure silenced as she bit her lower lip and strove to regain some sense of self-control.
Failing utterly.
She needed this.
She needed sex.
She needed a dick.
She needed that dick!
So when Poison's shorts were pulled down and her erect cock freed Jill barely resisted at all to the rough and clumsy foreplay that followed. Poison coming up behind her, that hard dick between her legs, poking into her skirt and tenting it like it was her own cock.
"Oh fuck me... what a though. My cock... me having a cock..."
Soon enough it wasn't poking between her thighs though. Poison reeled back, aiming for the police woman's cunt.
And missing hard, her dick driven by some unseen force towards another hole. It should have meet resistance, from Jill's underwear at the very least. But that tore apart like wet tissue paper as the firm and throbbing rod pressed against the ring of her anus. That too gave way, opening, forced open as if the strength of Poison's upward thrust were some unstoppable object which her poor body simply had to accord itself to. And so it did.
"UGH! Oh... OH! GODDAMN!" Jill cried out, a failed attempt to extricate herself which only ended up with the dick spearing her driving deeper, harder into her rear. She felt... dominated. Utterly and completely.
Unknowing how true that was as Poison's cock and balls began to glow with a faint purple light as she thrust upwards. Her own breathy moans coming now as pants as she fucked harder and harder. A shemale possessed, her need to cum all encompassing. She could scarce think beyond...
At least not consciously.
Though her subconscious, driven by the thought of this tough bitch (who had ruined her drink, even if she was a nice fuck and a great piece of ass) was at work. Twisted perversions arising and departing as some strange choice was coming to pass...
Mon May 06 03:59:35 2019
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