Laying Down The Law
by John O'Connor

Disclaimer: "Angel" and its characters are the
property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This story
is for entertainment purposes only and no money
exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is
intended. The original characters, situations, and
story are the property of the author.
Note: There is a bit of kinkyness here and some
semi-non-consensual activities.  Just in case that's
not your thing.
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Summer in Los Angeles, hot and humid with a gritty
quality to the air from all the particulate matter
floating in the smog.  As a result, the lobby of the
Hyperion Hotel was stuffy due to the inability of the
ancient air-conditioning system to adequately cool off
the large structure.
Cordelia Chase grumbled under her breath about the
heat as she got caught up on paperwork.  With Angel
and the rest out of the office for the day, it was
easier.  Usually someone came barging in and...
"Alright, where it he?" Kate Lockley demanded as she
stormed into the former hotel's lobby.  
"Where's who? Oh...and knock much?"  Cordy smiled
bitchily at the attractive LAPD Homicide detective. 
"Ms Chase, I have a series of unexplained crimes that
are a royal pain in my ass.  I do not need some
actress-wannabe adding to that.  Where's Angel?"
"Jeez, just 'cause you have a badge and all, it's not
reason to be rude.  How about 'Hi, Cordy.  How are
you?  Have you seen Angel lately?'"  The beautiful
brunette smirked as she said this.
"Listen missy, I'm looking for your boss, not a lot of
lip from you.  Keep up with this...uncooperative
attitude and I'll arrest you for interfering with an
officer of the law."
Cordy looked at the slightly older blonde in
disbelief.  "You wouldn't dare!"
Kate came around the counter and pulled Cordy into the
office behind them, slamming the door.  "Sit down in
that chair and talk to me Chase."
"Hey, Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS, or whoever you're
channeling now, don't try these strong-arm tactics on
me.  I know how to defend myself."  Regardless of her
words, Cordy did sit in the old wooden office chair.
Kate smirked, it was not a friendly look.  "Ilsa, eh? 
Okay, we can work with that."  
She walked behind the chair, jerked Cordy's arms
behind her, and cuffed the brunette with the chain
going through the slats of the chair.  Kate moved to
the front of the chair, pulled another pair of cuffs
out from under her jacket and shackled the speechless
Cordelia's ankles.
"Now, you want more?"
Finally, clearing her throat hoarsely, Cordelia said,
"What's the big idea?  This is not funny, Detective. 
Unlock me right now!"
"Mouthy little bitch, aren't you?  Gonna have to put a
stop to that."  Kate hiked up her skirt, then slid her
panties down to the floor.  She grabbed Cordy's jaw
with one hand and shoved her panties in the girl's
mouth with the other.
She looked around for something to secure the gag with
and saw a trench coat on a hook.  She grabbed the belt
and wrapped it around the brunette's head, tying it
off in back.
Kate stood back with a small, evil grin on her face as
she tapped her lower lip with her index finger.
"Hmm...what else would Ilsa do?  Oh, I know..."
Stepping forward, the cop grabbed the front of Cordy's
designer blouse and tore it open.  Buttons bounced
around the room.  
"Not enough," Kate muttered. She opened the desk
drawer and found a pair of scissors.  "Perfect," she
said as she snipped the black, demi-cup bra between
Cordelia's large mounds.
The brunette tried to scream around the panties at the
outrages her wardrobe was suffering.  But, instead,
she tasted something beyond white cotton.  It was
tangy and not exactly unpleasant.
Kneeling, Kate lifted Cordelia's ass off the seat then
yanked the skin-tight jeans down her legs.  They
gathered near the brunette's cuffed ankles.  Grabbing
the scissors again, she cut the black lace panties at
the crotch and pulled them away.  
"Hmm, a bit damp down there.  Seems you like this
rough stuff, Chase," Kate said as she stood and
punched the girl's stiff nipples.  
Cordy's eyes rolled in her head as she made some
incoherent noises through the gag. She was wet and it
embarrassed the hell out of her.
"Well, to continue this in proper SS fashion, I guess
I better get my night stick from the car."  Kate
walked to the office door and, with a wicked smile,
added, "Don't go away."
Cordelia sat there totally restrained.  All she could
do was pray that neither Angel or any of her coworkers
returned to the hotel anytime soon.  That would be
worse than the time...  She shook her head, refusing
to remember that particular event back in Sunnydale.
Too late for that though.  She had gotten noticeably
wetter as a result of the half-formed memory of she
and Willow trapped in a supply closet in the high
school.
Kate walked into the hotel whistling a jaunty tune. 
In the office doorway, she stood and smiled, her hands
behind her back.  She saw the small puddle between
Cordy's thighs.  "Getting excited, Ms. Chase?"
Cordy squeezed her eyes shut as she shook her head. 
But her body belied her actions as her nipples
hardened in the warm room and her pussy leaked even
more.
Stepping forward, she knelt and in a swift motion,
shoved something hard and cylindrical into Cordelia. 
The brunette's wetness made entry easy but the shock
and surprise caused her to yelp into the gag.
Looking down between her legs, Cordy saw the end of a
old-fashioned police night stick protruding from her
brown-fringed mound, the type before an additional
grip was added at right angles to the main shaft.  The
other end, with the grip carved into it, was held by
the broadly smiling detective.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"  Cordy managed to
shake her head slightly.  
"How 'bout this?" Kate asked as she slowly turned the
stick.  She smiled when she heard Cordy moan.
Taking a firm grip on the black-painted stick, Kate
began to pull it out as she turned it.  Then, still
turning the shaft, she pushed it back into the aroused
girl.
Slowly fucking Cordelia with the antique billy club,
Kate looked deep into her brown eyes.  The younger
girl's eyes were dilating from the pleasure she was
feeling.  Kate's eyes were alight with arousal as
well.  The feeling of control as she took the
beautiful brunette was exquisite.
But she was even more excited to know she had more
planned.
"Cordelia, I think you need to learn how to exercise
that snappy little tongue of yours, don't you?" 
Cordy shook her head, her eyes wide with apprehension.
 Kate ignored that. Still keeping a firm grip on the
billy club, deeply seated inside Cordelia by now, Kate
pulled her skirt down one-handed over her hips until
it landed on the floor.  Her blonde pubic fur was dark
and matted with her own arousal.
"Hold this," she said to Cordelia in a mocking tone.
Kate let go of the night stick and was pleased to see
it didn't drop or even sag.  She patted Cordy's cheek,
"Very good, my dear."  
Undoing the belt's knot behind Cordy's head and
tossing it aside, she then pulled the balled-up
panties from Cordy's mouth.  Putting one foot up on
the seat of the chair next to Cordelia's bare hip,
Kate leaned in and ran her fingers through the long,
dark locks of Cordy's hair.
With Kate's wet mound practically staring her in the
eye, Cordy tried to protest, "What do you think
you..."
The rest of her protest was lost in the folds of
Kate's sex as the cop pulled the starlet into her
crotch.
As if by instinct, Cordelia's tongue began to trace
random patterns on the older woman's netherlips,
occasionally slipping inside the blonde's heated core.
"Oh yeah!  That's right!  That's what your tongue is
for...  Right there..."  
Kate moaned on and on, a combination of words and
inarticulate noises.  She held Cordy's face tight to
her crotch.  She managed to maneuver the brunette's
nose to brush her clitoris as her tongue delved deep
within.
With a loud groan, the detective climaxed all over the
former high school queen's face.  She staggered back
and sat on the edge of the desk, her breathing
labored.  
Finally, she looked at Cordy, who amazingly hadn't
said a thing the entire time Kate was recovering.  It
was quite an arousing site.
The girl was still there, shackled in the chair. 
Cordy's face was wet from Kate's cum and her blouse
and bra were hanging open exposing her naturally
beautiful breasts while her jeans were still laying at
her feet.  The wet spot on the chair had grown and the
night stick was visibly wobbling as Cordy tried
desperately to hold it in.
"I suppose you'd like some help with that?" Kate asked
between panting breaths.
"Y-yes, p-please.  I don't know if I...can hold it
much longer..."
"Alright, since you did such a good job."  Kate knelt
between Cordy's legs and grasped the shaft, turning it
in the girl.  Then she pulled it out.  Kate licked her
lips unconsciously as she watched the girl's dripping
opening slowly contract.  Then she lowered her head...
Cordy felt the detective's tongue on her achingly
aroused pussy and dearly wished she could grab the
blonde and force that smirking face tight against her
wet heat.  Instead she had to deal with the light,
teasing touches of the woman's tongue.  It was
deliciously cruel torture.
Squirming in the chair, her asscheeks squeaking in her
arousal, Cordy begged the cop to give her release. 
"Please.  Let me cum.  Oh God, I need it so bad... 
Please..."
But Kate refused to listen.  When she felt Cordy on
the verge, she sat back to savor the girl's flavor. 
After nearly a minute, she'd return to licking the
girl's mound, thrusting her tongue inside Cordy on
occasion.
Finally, after following this routine for nearly
thirty minutes, Kate gave the girl the release she was
craving.
"Ooooo.....Gooooddddd!  I'mmmm
cummmiii-eeeeEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNGGGGG!!!!"
The last came out as an incredibly high-pitched squeal
as the brunette thrashed around in the chair.  Kate
managed to keep her mouth sealed on Cordy and
swallowed as much of her cum as she could.
Several minutes later, Cordy managed to open her eyes
to see Kate sitting on the edge of the desk slowly
stroking herself.
"Hey," Cordy said in a weak voice.
"Hey yourself," Kate replied.
"Think you could let me go now?"
Nodding, Kate found her skirt and retrieved the cuff
keys from the pocket.  She released the wrists first
then knelt again at Cordy's feet to lift the denim and
uncuff her ankles.  Then she leaned forward and kissed
the girl.
Cordy hungrily returned the kiss, her tongue delving
as deeply into Kate's mouth as it had into her sex.
Finally, pulling back and adjusting her blouse, Cordy
said, "You know, you could go easier on the wardrobe. 
This blouse wasn't cheap."
"I could..." Kate agreed with a wicked smile.  She had
pulled her skirt on and leaned over to kiss Cordy once
more before she left.
At the door to the office, Kate looked back longingly
and asked, "So, see you tonight?  We can do the
prostitute and the vice cop?"
Cordy beamed and nodded eagerly. "You better believe
it.  And for later, I have the scarves ready. You
know, you get off lucky, scarves are much easier on
skin than those cuffs..."
"Oh you love it," Kate countered.  
Cordy smiled and nodded as Kate stepped out into the
lobby. She had to admit she did.
"Hey!  When do I get to play bad cop?"
Kate paused and smiled. "When you get a badge,
sweetie."

(c) John O'Conner

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