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The Downfall of Emily Ann



I had been in my new house for two days and I still wasn't even remotely unpacked. Boxes still filled the small living room and half-unwrapped items littered every available surface. It looked like my small house had been hit by a tornado, but I hadn't felt like doing much of anything after the four day cross-country drive that I'd had to endure.

And that morning I knew as soon as my eyes opened that it was going to be another bad day. I groaned as I rolled over and sat up. I had been sleeping on my mattress on the floor and it was killing my back. The movers had brought everything in, but had refused to help me put my bed together. With the fortune that I'd had to pay them to move me from Miami to Washington State they should have put my bed together, unpacked everything, drawn me a hot bath and made me dinner. Assholes.

I rolled from the bed to the floor and then slowly levered myself up. My back ached and I felt old, a lot older than my twenty-seven years. I stumbled to the bathroom holding my back and groaned again when I saw myself in the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. My hair was a matted mess and the shadows under my eyes were dark purple.

I pulled off the t-shirt I had slept in and threw it in the corner along with the underwear that I stepped out of. I looked at myself in the mirror with a critical eye. Even though I had just hit twenty-seven the month before I still thought I looked good. Pilates and running had kept me thin and given me muscles that I hadn't had when I was younger. My breasts were still high and firm, though I knew that could change any day now. That was actually the reason I had moved.

I'd lived in Miami for five years for work and I had hated every minute of it. While others loved the sun and humidity, I hated them. I was a Yankee through and through and I missed seasons and snow. When the opportunity had come up to move to the Pacific Northwest I jumped at it. My twenty-seventh birthday had hit me hard. I wasn't getting any younger, but the guys in Miami seemed to be and my looming thirtieth birthday was stuck in my head like a flashing neon sign.

My last relationship had ended two years before and I had kept myself single, but not celibate, since then. I wanted new scenery, new opportunities and new men.

So here I was. New city, new life.

I took a quick shower, made coffee and got dressed. By two o'clock I had the bathroom and kitchen done. I stopped to quickly eat a piece of leftover pizza from the fridge before getting back to work. I was determined to get it all done once and for all. I only had a week before I had to start my new job and I wanted some of that time to explore the new area I lived in.

After emptying each box I took it outside and stacked it under the carport. When I was done I was going to break them all down and take them to a dumpster. By four I had all my clothes in the closet and dresser and I had my bed frame put together. but I wasn't able to move the heavy box spring and mattress onto it. I was cursing my weakness when the doorbell rang, surprising me.

I wasn't sure who to expect when I opened the door but it wasn't the tiny old woman who stood in front of me. "Hi," I said and smiled at her.

"I'm Mrs. Henderson from across the street."

"Nice to meet y-," she interrupted me. "I hope that you're going to get rid of all those boxes today."

Confused, I shook my head. "What?"

"Those boxes young lady! We don't need people coming into the neighborhood and trashing it up!"

Her tone was nasty and her face was a mask of anger and disgust. Immediately my back was up. "Listen Mrs. Henderson. I just moved in and as soon as I finish unpacking I'll get rid of the boxes."

"Today is your third day here! I've given you until today to take care of this and they're still there. If they're not gone by tomorrow I'm calling the police."

With that she walked away and I stared after her.

Was she serious? She was going to call the cops because I'd left boxes under my carport? I wanted to run after her and scream at her, but I held back. She was obviously just a nasty, bitter old lady who had nothing to do but get into other people's business.

I shut the door and went back to work. By eight I had everything but the living room complete. So I hadn't exactly met my goal but I was close. Of course my mattress and box springs were still sitting on the floor, but for now there was nothing I could do about that.

I realized, as I stood proudly surveying my work, that I was starving. I went to the kitchen, but I didn't bother opening any of the cabinets because I knew they were empty. Grocery shopping hadn't been high on my list of priorities.

I opened the refrigerator and stared in at the leftover pizza. I had eaten it for two days running and I was sick of it. With a sigh I closed the door and went to take another quick shower to wash off the dust and sweat.

As I was pulling out of my driveway I saw that Mrs. Henderson was standing on her front lawn watching me. I slowed as I passed her and raised my right hand as if to wave, but instead I stuck up my middle finger. Nasty old witch, I thought, as I accelerated past her.


I had planned on going to the local grocery store to stock up, but when I got there I saw that it was already closed. Cursing my bad luck and small town grocery store hours, I turned around in the parking lot and handed towards home. Stopping at a light I saw that up ahead on the left was a gas station and I decided to pull in. A bag of chips would be better than nothing I thought.

As I was about to pull in I noticed that a few doors down from the gas station was a bar with a sign lit up in green neon that advertised cold beer and hot food. A strange bar in nowhere Washington wasn't the ideal place for a woman alone, but I was so hungry by that point that I was past the point of caring. So instead of pulling into the gas station I drove to the bar and pulled into its packed parking lot.

I could hear the sound of classic rock through my rolled up windows as I searched for a parking space. I noticed four police cars parked next to each other and that made me feel better. At least I wouldn't get raped and murdered with cops there. At the back of the parking lot I finally found an empty space and squeezed my jeep into it. I pulled my purse strap across my chest and got out, locking the car behind me.

I didn't want to walk between the cars because the dark spaces between them made me nervous so I walked around them. I was just going around the corner of a huge black pickup truck when I saw a tall shadow in front of me. I made a noise and the shadow turned quickly around. The light hit him just as something wet and warm hit my shoe and instinctively I jumped back, but it was too late. As I jumped back he jerked and the stream of hot urine hit the side of the truck and bounced onto my hand and my face, hitting me square in the mouth.

I screamed in disgust and spit repeatedly, trying to get it out of my mouth. I dimly heard the man apologizing as he zipped up his pants and took a step towards me.

"Oh my God that's disgusting!" I shouted and I saw him raise his hands towards me as if to calm me, but it was too late.

I whirled around and raced back towards my car, spitting again to try and get the taste of it out of my mouth, but it was no use. I pulled up the t-shirt I was wearing and wiped my mouth with it, but no matter what I did I could still taste the hot urine. I had to force down a wave of nausea.

At my jeep I pulled my keys from my pocket, but my hand was shaking too much to get the key in the lock. I didn't realize that the man had followed me until big warm hands took the keys from me and opened the door. I didn't look at him until I was in the seat and when I did, I was surprised. He was a cop.

"Ma'am I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone was around and you startled me so I turned. I'm so sorry."

He really did sound sorry, but I couldn't say anything. I could still taste his urine in my mouth and I shuddered in revulsion. I turned the key and reached out to pull my door closed. He didn't stop me, instead he stood staring at me through the door and I heard him say once more, "I'm so sorry Ma'am. I really am."

I nodded my head, but at the same time I was hit by another wave of revulsion so I'm not sure what he made of that. I pulled back onto the highway and as I drove home I kept wiping my mouth with my shirt. As I stopped at a red light I was hit with the smell of it coming off my shoe. My canvas sneakers had scored a direct hit. I would have to throw them in the garbage.

It wasn't until I was pulling in my drive way that I realized that there was a car following behind me. I looked up as I pulled in and saw with a shock that the car behind me was a cop car. He had followed me!

I turned my jeep off and got out as he approached me across the lawn. I was about to say something when the nosey old witch Mrs. Henderson came hurrying across the street calling out, "Officer, officer!"

I turned from her in anger and went to the front door, unlocked it and went inside. I ignored both of them, but even from inside I could hear her telling him about the boxes and also about me shooting her the middle finger.

I toed off my shoes carefully, not wanting to touch any part that was covered in urine. I picked them up and threw them in the garbage before going to the sink and turning on the hot water. I grabbed the jar of hand soap, but before I bent my head I heard him say, "Ma'am it's not against the law to have boxes out and it's also not against the law to shoot someone a bird."

I don't know what was said after that because my head was under the faucet as I scrubbed my mouth and tongue with hand soap and hot water. I heard the screen door open, in my haste I had failed to shut the front door, and the heavy tread of his feet as he came towards the kitchen. I could feel it when he stopped at the door and stood staring at me, but I ignored him until he said, "Just so you know, I am healthy."

I looked up at him in surprise. That was not what I was expecting to hear.

"What?" I asked with a mouth full of soap and water.

He smiled at me and it was the first time that I really looked at him. He was cute. More than cute, he was gorgeous. He was tall, wide-shouldered and muscular with black hair and stubble and green eyes that were shining with laughter. "I said, I'm healthy. No communicable diseases or anything. You don't have to worry."

Instead of answering I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed. I gave him a dirty look and he held up his hands, palms out, and shrugged as he said, "Sorry, sorry."

His words said he was sorry, but the laughter in his eyes said that he thought the whole thing was funny.

I rinsed my mouth out again and grabbed a paper towel to wipe my face. "Call me crazy," I said, "but I don't like strangers peeing in my mouth."

His smile got broader as he said, "Some people pay good money to have strangers pee on them."

My eyes opened wide at that and I crossed my arms across my chest. "Thanks, but I'm not into golden showers."

He grinned even wider and whispered, "Too bad."

I frowned at him. I should have been angry with him. He peed in my mouth and on my shoes, followed me home and now he was flirting with me.

The problem was that he was too sexy to be mad at. The dark blue uniform that he wore stretched across his well-defined muscles and leaning against my kitchen wall as he stared down at me I felt a flush of desire. Something I hadn't felt in more than a year.

That made me remember the situation and I frowned at him again. "Well thank you for seeing me home safely, officer. As you can see I'm fine now, so you can go."

He frowned back at me and took a step closer. I think he'd heard the emphasis that I'd placed on officer. "You don't care for the law?" he asked.

It was my turn to grin at him. "Not particularly Officer. Where I come from they're all short assholes with Napoleon complexes."

He took another step towards me and I backed up a step. "Sounds like you've had firsthand experience with that, but as you can see I'm not short and I'm also not an asshole."

He grinned as I took another step back and found that I had nowhere else to go. My back was now pressed up against the counter. "So, Miss Emily Ann Gardner, why did you move to Washington? Running from the law?"

I snorted at that. Very unladylike and not attractive at all, but I couldn't help it. "Obviously if you know my name then that means that you ran my plates as you followed me home. And though I'm no expert on the law I do believe that's illegal."

He took a step closer and even though we weren't touching I could feel his body heat. "I had to know your name. You can't fault me for wanting to know the name of the woman who had my bodily fluids in her mouth."

My eyes widened at that. "Your bodily fluids?"

He nodded and I saw him glance down at my mouth. "One of them, although not the one that I would've liked to put in your pretty mouth."

I gulped. "No?"

He shook his head and licked his lips. "No."

"And exactly what bodily fluid do you want in my mouth, officer?"

He smiled a slow, sexy smile. "You know."

"Your cum?"

He made a surprised sound at that and as I watched his pupils expanded in desire and his eyes grew dark. "God, yes."

I moved my hand up and our eyes broke contact as he looked down to see what I was going to do. When I put my hand on his shoulder I saw him smile, but when I pushed him back he went without hesitation. "Officer I just met you and already I've had your pee in my mouth and now you're talking about cumming. Don't you think it's too much, too soon?"

He took another step back and frowned as he crossed his big, muscular arms across his chest. "It seems like with you nothing's too soon."

I laughed at that. "Do you try that line on all the women you harass?"

He straightened with that. "Am I harassing you? Do you want me to go?"

I looked at him. He honestly was the sexiest man that I'd ever seen. I definitely did not want him to go. What I really wanted was to do was push him back into the living room, lay him on the mattress and fuck his brains out. But that was crazy.

Wasn't it?

So I nodded and he nodded back once to confirm and turned towards the front door. Before he got there he turned back towards me. "I have to know. Why here? Why did you move from Florida to one of the rainiest places in the US?"

"I work for the National Parks department and a job came up. I hated Florida so I applied." I raised my hands and shrugged my shoulders, "So here I am!"

He nodded. "Here you are."

I watched as his eyes traveled over my body, pausing at my breasts and them moving down. When he met my eyes again he smiled. "And how are you liking it so far?"

I felt mesmerized by the look in his green eyes. It was a lust so pure that it instantly made me wet. "I have no fucking idea."

"Don't say that," he said.

I grinned, "What? Fuck?"

He stepped towards me. "Yes. Don't say that."


His answer when it came made my knees tremble. "Because it makes me think of fucking you. My body hears the word fuck coming from your mouth and that's what it wants to do. Fuck you."

That shut me up.

I stared at him. If he took another step towards me I knew he would be able to smell me. To smell how much I wanted him.

Finally, I found my voice but when I answered him it was in a shaky voice. "Don't say those kind of things to me."

He nodded and took a step towards me. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this. But you...I don't know. Something about you brings it out. Suddenly I have diarrhea of the mouth."

I smiled at that. "Pee, cum, diarrhea...is there any bodily fluid we haven't talked about yet?"


I tilted my head. "Blood?"

He nodded again. "You know some people like to have sex when a woman is on her period. It makes a natural lubricant you know?"

Shocked at the turn of the conversation I could only stare at him as he continued, "In fact some men even like to perform oral sex on a woman when she's bleeding. It's called getting your red wings."

"You seem to know a lot about these things Officer. Are you kinky?"

This time only half of his mouth went up in a grin and I felt a rush of wetness escape my clenched pussy as he said, "I wasn't before I met you, but I'd do anything you want me to."

That took my breath away. "Anything?"

He nodded. He had moved closer without me realizing it and the pupils of his eyes were dilated and his breathing was rough and heavy. "Anything. You can handcuff me if you want. Make me do anything you want."

My mouth was dry, but I managed to ask, "Why?"

He shook his head. "I have no fucking idea. But I'm harder than I've ever been in my life."

I looked down past his gun belt and could clearly see his erection pressing up against the front of his dark blue uniform pants. It made me so wet that I felt it as it soaked through the yoga pants I was wearing.

"Maybe you say that to all the women you follow home."

He shook his head. "No. Never. I've never acted this way before. I followed you to your car because I felt bad about what happened. But then..." He stopped and stared at me.

"Then what?"

He shook his head. "I saw your face and I couldn't help but follow you home."

As things went it was probably the nicest...and also creepiest compliment that I'd ever received.

"Are you married Officer?"

He shook his head no.


He shook his head again and said, "No. I'm single. Does that mean that you want to handcuff me?"

I laughed at that. "No."

His smile deflated and he looked like a little boy who had been denied a treat. This time I was the one who stepped forward until I could feel his gun belt pressing into me and I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled. He bent towards me and standing on my tiptoes I kissed him. It was a moment of insanity that felt so right. I didn't even know his name and yet I could feel his thick hard cock pressed against me below his gun belt and I ground myself against his chest. I wanted to climb him, I wanted to rip his clothes from his body and fuck him until I was screaming in release.

I think he felt the same. His hands came out and grabbed my ass and pulled me up until my feet were no longer touching the floor. I could feel the warmth and power of his big, hot hands on my ass and instantly I spread my legs as he pulled me up higher. His belt was in the way though so it made for an awkward position and I wasn't able to grind against his cock the way I wanted to.

His mouth was hot and wet and I could hear the animalistic sounds that were coming out of my mouth. My hands were wild on his arms, scratching and pulling at his clothes. When he pulled his mouth away from mine for a long-needed breath I moaned in frustration, but as soon as I did some sense of reality came back to me. What in the hell was I doing? I was wrapped around a strange man, who I had met less than fifteen minutes ago and here I was grinding my pussy against him.

With a sound of shock I dropped my arms and he understood because he sat me back down on my feet and backed away.

"Oh my God," I said and stared at him in horror. He nodded and I saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed.

"You have to go now!" I said.

He ran a shaky hand across his face and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" I heard my voice screech on that and I tried to calm down. "Why? Because I don't know you! I just met you. This is wrong on so many levels!"

He smiled at me and I saw that his face and his neck were flushed bright red. His teeth were bright white and perfectly straight against the redness. "Isn't that what we were trying to do? Getting to know each other?"

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