Every Dog Has Its Day

"Oh my God!" Marla screamed, pulling the mask from her face, "Josh, what the fuck?"

"Jesus..." He gasped, lowering the gun, "You...scared the shit out of me!"

"I...its only a cat." She looked at the mask, "You afraid of cats?"

"When there's a fucking psycho out there calling herself Bad Kitty, yeah...they're a little creepy."

He put the gun back in the holster and sat on the side of the bed.

"Sorry, baby." She tossed the mask on the floor and grabbing his shoulder said, "Lay back and I'll make you think about another kind of pussy."

"Yeah." He nodded swinging his legs back up onto the bed and leaning against the pillows, "But do yourself a favor and don't wear that fucking thing anywhere, okay?"

"Why? I..."

"Don't ask me why. Just don't do it."

"Yes officer." She slipped off the bed and walked around to the foot of it.

Marla was in the short white silk robe he'd bought her last month, and pulling the ties let it fall open to expose her perky little tits with their delicious chocolate nipples. Josh let his eyes work their way down her stomach admiring her smooth skin and lingered on the dark cleft of her pussy.

"You like?" she cupped her tits for him, stroking her nipples with her pink nails.

"I do." He said, his cock rising between his legs, "White looks good on you."

"Especially on my lips." She ran her pink tongue across them for emphasis, "Bet that would make you forget all about that stupid mask, wouldn't it?"

"We can try, now take the robe off."

"Whatever you want, baby."

The robe hit the floor and Marla got onto her knees on the bed and crawled up between his legs. Her perfect ass was in the air and he could feel her nipples sliding along his leg as she made her way towards his fully erect cock. Taking it in her hand she placed a soft kiss on the head before sucking him into her warm, wet mouth.

"Hmm," she moaned, "You bad boy, you taste like pussy." She flicked a tongue across the tip, "And not your wife's."

"Nope, just some whore." He grinned.

Her brown eyes narrowed, "Don't call me that. I've been working and trying not to do..."

"But you still do, don't you Marla?" he enjoyed baiting her, "Every night or once a week a whore's a whore."

"You don't mind this whore."

"I don't." he ran his fingers through her long hair, the hair he gave her money to straighten because he liked it that way. "I'm a big fan of whores."

"You don't have to call me one." She stroked his cock, "You can just call me..."

"What? My girlfriend, my mistress? My Sunday Night thing?" he laughed, "I like calling you a whore. It's good for people to know what they are."

"Then I should call you an asshole?" she started to sit up.

"No," he held her head, just hard enough so she stopped moving. "You call me your free ride because I'm why your little night job hasn't gotten you busted yet and the reason you get your nails done and some pretty clothes."

"I...appreciate it, Josh, but you could be a little nicer."

"I could, but why would I?" he sighed, "Whether I give you money or not, I am giving you things in exchange for fucking your hot little pussy so you're still a whore Marla, so stop playing around and do what you're good at."

Marla stared at his cock and he added, "Oh, come on, you know you want to, besides, it's just a game, if I didn't like you I wouldn't come back."

"That's better." She gave him a smile, and then caused him to moan as she took him deep into her mouth.

Marla bobbed her head slowly, her hand following her lips, stroking him as she blew him. Her other hand caressed his balls and running his hands along the smooth dark skin of her back he sighed, "Goddamn you give a good blow job."

She responded by taking him all the way, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft and shaking her head back and forth.

"Damn." He gave her a nasty smirk, "See this is why it's worth going to a professional, they do it right."

The look of anger in her eyes caused his cock to twitch in her mouth, and he continued, "Takes a lot of experience to suck like that doesn't it?"

She started to pull his cock from her mouth, but he held her head down, "You know you get into this Marla, and isn't that what you do? Give the guys whatever they want no matter what?"

Their eyes met and her anger faded and with a look of defeat she resumed bobbing her head.

"There you go, know your place." He whispered watching his cock slide between her full lips.

Mara sucked faster, her ass grinding into the bed. She was turned on and she knew it. Little slut loved being talked down to; they all did, some just never admitted it.

He rocked his hips in time with her mouth, shoving his cock deeper each time her head descended. He thought about just letting her suck him off, after all he'd already fucked her once, but staring at her ass and watching her hips move made him want her again.

"How about you slide up?"

Marla removed his cock from her mouth and with an eagerness that made him smile, slid up until her pussy was directly over his cock.

"Higher."

"Oh, you want another taste?" she grabbed the headboard and pulling her legs up, placed her feet on either side of his shoulders, squatting over his head.

Reaching between her legs she spread her dark lips, showing off the pink flesh between them. Then lowered herself and moaned softly as he flicked his tongue across her clit.

"I do like the taste of your pussy," he told her, wrapping his hands around her thighs, pulling her down to his face.

"The darker the berry the sweeter the juice, right baby?"

Her words were followed by a groan when he plunged his tongue inside of her. He swirled it around getting a mouthful of her sticky juices, before working it slowly through her lips and across her clit.

Marla moaned and rocked her hips as he fluttered his tongue back and forth. Josh slid his hands along her sides, finding her small firm breasts and toying with her nipples while sucking on her swollen button.

"Oh, fuck." Marla moaned, "Oh, just like that, baby!" she moved her hips in circles, grinding her pussy into his face and whimpering as he alternated licking and sucking her clit.

Her breathing became loud and heavy, each breath ending in a soft whimper and her thighs were trembling around his face. He sucked harder on her clit and gave her nipples a hard pinch. Marla came long and loud, wailing like a banshee as she bucked wildly on his face.

Some guys didn't care if the women they were with faked it or not, but Josh did and he knew he was making it more than worth it for Marla to put up with some of his shit, the rest he made up for in money. Marla moaned and slumped against the headboard, breathing hard as the last of the orgasm flowed through her.

Grabbing her hips, Josh pushed down and without any further coaxing, Marla slid back down the bed and directly onto his waiting cock. He sighed contentedly as he sank into her hot flesh and as she rode him he fondled her tits and watched his cock disappears in her smooth pussy.

He enjoyed the way her dark skin looked against his much lighter body and recalled how his racist father had told him he better never catch him playing with any 'coon pussy'

His father had been full of pearls of wisdom like that and Josh smiled at the thought of what his father would think of this. Then again his father had also told him you should only marry once, but you could fuck as many as you wanted. So maybe he wasn't completely full of shit.

"Hmm, you got such a nice fucking cock." Marla moaned, now bouncing up and down, driving down hard on him.

"Do you get extra when you tell them that?" he asked with a grin.

Marla ignored him, leaning over, she placed her hands on his chest and worked her hips hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulling her down to him, held her pinned against his chest and lifting his hips fucked her as hard as he could.

Marla was yelping in his ear and the noise was driving him crazy and despite the fact he'd cum about an hour earlier he was already getting close and thrust even harder.

Sensing he was close, Marla slipped off his cock, and kneeling between his legs took his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly.

"Oh, yeah." He moaned, "Suck that cock, keep sucking, I....Oh fuck." Josh groaned as he exploded in her mouth.

Marla moaned and her eyes rolled back as she sucked his spurting cock even harder. Her cheeks hollowed and he gasped as she took every drop. Marla released his cock and giving it a kiss sat up on her knees, "I know you said I look good in white, but sometimes I just rather take it all."

"Win win for me either way." He told her, "You are a hot little thing, Marla."

"Why thank you," she leaned over and ran her hands over his chest and stomach, "You're not so bad yourself, sexy. You want to go back to sleep for awhile?"

He looked over to see it was now after ten, "Nah, I have to get going, need to get my ass home."

"Okay."

Josh swung his legs over the bed and as he grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, Marla threw herself onto the bed on her back and stretched. Josh looked down her lithe dark body and shook his head, "Have to tell you Marla, you're getting to be a real bad habit."

"That's what I'm hoping." She smiled.

Josh stood and pulling his pants up grabbed his shirt.

"Hey, Josh?"

"Yeah?" he asked, buttoning his shirt.

"I meant what I said; I've been working and not going online as much, that's why I'm in this place I wanted to get away from the other girls."

"Good for you." He muttered donning the shoulder holster and picking up his wallet and badge.

"Well I don't have as much money and was wondering if, you know, you could help me out?"

"Help you out?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm good to you right, you like fucking me?"

"I'm not here for conversation" he looked around, "Or the ambiance."

"So, maybe you can give me something?"

"Sure." What the hell, she was worth it.

Opening his wallet he removed a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.

"Thank you, I..." she stopped when he pulled it a few inches away from her hand.

"Hold on, you only get it on one condition."

"What's that?"

He smirked and held the bill in front of her face, "Tell me you're a whore."

*****

Josh tore down Main Street, weaving in and out of traffic flashing his lights to blow through the intersections. He had plenty of time to get home, but just felt like airing out the new Camaro he'd been commissioned.

Matt had taken the car the first few days so this was his first night with it and he was enjoying the way the powerful car handled. Passing Broad Street, Josh glanced to the right looking down the street towards the South Providence where he'd grown up.

Until his teens, when his mother finally smartened up and ditched his old man, Josh had lived in a series of cockroach infested apartments in inner city ghettos. Now here he was making good money in a respected career, driving a brand new sports car, with a pretty wife and plenty of action on the side.

"This countries been good to you, boy." Josh said aloud, quoting his uncle Jack a retired Lieutenant, who years ago had taken him and his mom in and got him on the right path and helped him get into the academy.

Josh turned the corner and hit the brakes, slowing the car down to a crawl. He was approaching the Knights of Columbus hall and from the large double doors a crowd of people, all in costumes were emerging. Josh pulled over and lighting his last cigarette watched the colorful crowd cross street and head down the sidewalk.

He watched the women, forcing himself not to be distracted by some of the risque costumes. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat when the last couple out the door was a man dressed as some type of phantom and a woman dressed as a cat.

They stopped two cars down from him and lifting his mask, the woman kissed him. Her mask left her lower face open and as he stared at the gloves on her hand Josh whispered, "It can't be this easy."

The street light caught the gleam of a wedding band on the man's hand and Josh killed the motor. The kiss broke and taking him by the hand, the woman led him across the street. Josh's excitement grew when he saw them following two other couples that were heading for the Marriott across the street from the hall.

Josh reached into the glove compartment and grabbed his two way, planning on calling for back up, but then decided against it. If it wasn't her he'd look like an ass, but if it was? What a feather in his cap this would be. Right out of his whore's bed he might make the biggest bust of his career.

He got out of the car and crossing the street managed to get in front of the couple, whom he noticed were listing to the side as they walked.

"Excuse me." He said putting his hand up, "Can I have a word with you?"

"The guy stared at him, his eyes bleary from drinking, "Ask us what, who the hell are you?"

"Detective Josh Wilson, Providence PD" he flashed his shield.

"Hey we're not driving," the woman's voice was slurred, "We have a room for the night."

Josh looked her up and down, taking in her long legs and impressive tits. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes behind the mask. Her eyes were glazed and she was leaning on the guy, but it could be an act.

"Sir, do you know this woman?"

"Of course I do, she's my wife."

"What's the matter, officer?" she asked, "Why are you bothering us?"

"Sir, can you step over here for a minute please?" Josh took a couple of steps to the side and gestured for him to follow.

The guy said something to her and came over to him. As he approached, Josh stared past him watching to see if she would run.

"Is there a problem detective?"

"Listen," Josh said softly, "I'm not here to judge or bust balls."

"What do you mean?" he looked confused and behind him, the woman stood there with her arms folded, tapping her booted foot impatiently, she didn't seem scared, just annoyed.

"I need to know if that's really your wife and like I said if she's just your fun for the night, that's cool, that's not what I'm here for."

"You know, not every guy is punk who can't keep it in his pants." He said heatedly, "Christ, someone sees a guy happy to be with a woman and it can't be his wife?"

"I said I'm not judging and neither should you. Not everyone's a boy scout, but you're saying that's your wife?"

"Hold on." He removed his wallet from beneath the costume and showed Josh his I driver's license; Derek Jacobs.

"Julie, can you come show the detective your license?"

"I suppose." She stumbled over to them almost falling and when she reached them leaned against the man as she had before. Digging into her small purse she produced her driver's license

Josh glanced from one id to the other, "I'm sorry Mister and Misses Jacobs. This was a misunderstanding. I apologize for the confusion."

"You're looking for that woman aren't you?" Julie asked, "The one killing married men."

"I...can't say."

"You pretty much just did." She shrugged, "Well, good to see you do your job."

"So its true," Her husband, said, "She always dresses like a cat?"

"Always? We don't know." Josh lied, "But she did the last time" the press had made sure people had heard that after the last victim was found. "So...just checking."

"Well I'm checking in. Have a good night detective." Julie stumbled away, righted herself and headed into the hotel.

"Sorry again." Josh said, feeling like an idiot.

"Don't be, it is good to see the police are being diligent, this thing is getting damn creepy."

"That it is." Josh said, "You have a good time with your wife tonight, sir."

"You as well, detective." He pointed at Josh's hand. "I meant what I said, not every guy is cheat, there are plenty of good men around like us."

"Yeah." Josh nodded and giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder turned to head back to his car thinking all good men head home with another woman's pussy on their face.

Might not be good, he thought, starting the car and revving the engine, but he was happy.

\ *****

Josh cruised slowly down his street, keeping the car quiet. In his part of suburbia everyone seemed to be in bed by eleven. He pulled into the driveway and stared at the house, which except for being blue was identical to the house to the left of it, as well as the right and pretty much every house on the fucking block.

Why Sheri had wanted to live in this cookie cutter neighborhood he would never understand, but like he always did, he went along with it. Josh figured it was an even exchange; he let her have whatever she wanted to keep her happy and he had his girls on the side.

The difference being he knew everything Sheri had and she had no idea what he did. Sheri trusted him completely and he supposed that should make him feel bad, but end of the day he just counted himself as lucky.

He smirked as he made his way along the side of the house to the back door. He would have to remember to slip that in when he talked to Matt.

To say his partner of the last four years was a fucking goody two shoes was like saying the sun was warm. Matt was a damn good cop, but somehow still naïve enough to think things should be....well the way they were supposed to be. In a society that was gray, Matt still saw only black and white.

The fact that most everyone who knew Matt loved that quality about him, especially Sheri, Josh loved to tweak him any chance he could. So in between their work and everyday conversation, the game was Matt telling Josh what an asshole he was and him telling Matt what a goddamn old lady he was. He would also never fail to remind him, which of the two was married and which lived alone and ate TV dinners every night.

Odd that such a soft hearted feminist in male skin would be single, but then again whether they admitted it or not, deep down most women wanted to be treated like shit in one way or another and Matt was too much of a pussy for them.

Matt claimed Josh treated Sheri poorly, as he was well aware of his habits, but truth was Josh was pretty good to her. She was the one he loved, or as much as he was capable of loving, the others he just fucked.

Josh let himself in the kitchen and shutting the light off over the stove Sheri always left on for him, headed out to the living room.

Despite how exhausted he was and the amount he'd had to drink, he'd slept a couple of hours at Marla's and the adrenalin surge from thinking he might have had their elusive kitty had him wide awake. Against his better judgment he figured he'd watch the news and listen to the reporters tell the city how inept Providence PD was.

After the news he'd shower, washing away Marla and then go to sleep to avoid talking with Sheri. He flopped into his comfortable recliner and picking up the remote flipped on the TV.

There was a commercial on and pulling out his phone he bit the bullet and listened to the four messages he had there. The first was from Sheri and almost word for word the same one she left him every night for the decade they had been together.

"Hi my love, just calling to tell you I love you and to make sure you stay safe and come back home to me, love you!"

The next one was Matt as usual telling him his life story.

"Hey, Josh, okay, I have appointments with four girls tonight, two from back page, one from Craig's list and another from a personals ad from nightlife. They're from eight up to one, hopefully one of them has heard or knows something. I have a list of names to give to the detail and if you want to..."

"Shut up." Josh skipped to the next message.

"Listen the second girl gave me a name, a girl that goes by Pretty Kitty, says she wears costumes for her johns all year round, going to try to get in with her."