EroticReverie

Vivian Vaughn

“Vaughn!” Someone yells making me jerk upward from laying down. 

Instead of ending up sitting up I slip off the hard bench to the even harder floor with a thud. 

“Ow” I whine and lift a hand to my pounding head. 

I grumble as I rub my head and then remember where I am.  Another fucking jail cell. 

“Let’s hurry it up princess” the female voice says and I look up to the short woman with her hair in a bun tighter than my asshole. 

I scrunch my face and push up to stand in my jimmy choos and Faviana gold sequin mini dress. 

I look around the cell. Two other women sitting in the cell just look at me as I swipe my hair trying to let myself regain some of my pride as I walk to the cell door swaying as she opens it. 

“Am I out? I ask and the officer huffs a laugh. 

“Daddy hasn’t come yet Princess” she says and snarl at her but she just gives me a smug smile. I eye her curiously and confused when she starts to put cuts on me. 

“What’s this?” I ask wondering why I’m being put in cuffs. 

“They’re called handcuffs” she says and I roll my eyes and just shut my mouth. 

It’s not my first time spending the night in the drunk tank or my first run in with officer miss stick up her ass. 

I’m walked into an interrogation room. And I look back at her. 

“Ummm. Am I in some kind of trouble?” I ask. 

“You’re in jail. So. Yes.” She says annoyed with my question. 

“I mean. Why this?” I gesture to the table lifting my wrists. 

“Our detectives want to speak with you.” She says as I walk over and then jerk my head back. 

“Detectives? Detective for what?” I ask. 

She shrugs. “Maybe they’re looking for a good place to buy a sequin party dress sweetheart. I don’t know” she says and I roll my eyes and plop down in the chair and lift my hands to the table. 

“Can I get a coffee?” I ask as she walks out. Closing the door without answering. 

“Bitch” I mutter under my breath and then look to the two way mirror. 

I cringe at my reflection. My chocolate brown hair had fallen out of its updo. I could still feel the Bobby pins I’d used sticking into my hair.  With only certain parts still up. 

I lift my hands together and start to pluck them from my hair and toss them onto the table one at time. 

As I pluck the last one out and it plinks onto the metal table the door opens and two men walk in. Both in suits. Both at least six foot, both looking like they’d be a good time between the sheets with their slicked back hair, perfectly fitted suits, strong jaws and …god. The one was packing serious equipment in his pants as it hung down the inside of his left leg. I wiggle in my seat. 

The one keeping the anaconda in his pants walks over. Puts his hand on the pile of Bobby pins and slides them across the table away from me. 

“I’ll take these” he says and pinch my brows together and shrug. 

“Okay” I say trying to concentrate on anything other than the machine gun sized dick in his pants and his deep voice. 

“Trying to pick your cuffs?” He asks as he takes a seat across from me and I laugh and then look at him. 

My nipples harden at the sight of sky blue eyes looking back at me from under dark lashes. 

“I’ve never picked a lock in my life.  I’m a party girl. Not a criminal.” I say. 

“Your brothers never taught you?” The other one asks as he pulls back the chair next to detective big dick.  

I sigh and roll my eyes. 

“Is that why I’m here? Because of them?” I ask. 

“You tell us why you’re here” mister big dick says. 

I sigh. 

“Because of the party?” I ask and look up and see mister hot cock and those eyes , he gives a little smirk as the other man speaks. 

“What party?” He asks. 

“Look. Do I need a lawyer or something? Didnt you speak to my father?” I ask. 

“Why would you need a lawyer Miss Vaughn? Did you do something wrong ?” The brown eyed hard ass detective asks and I look at him. 

“No. Well yes. But I wouldn’t say breaking into a roof top pool past the curfew would deem a fucking interrogation. “ I say and then sit up straighter. 

“You’ll do better off without the colorful language miss Vaughn” he warns. 

“Oh yeah? I think I’d do better of if I knew why the fuck I’m being treated like I killed someone, it was just a fucking party” I say and the brown eyed cop raises his brow. The one with the illegally sized cock clears his throat. 

“Funny you say that Miss Vaughn. Because that’s exactly why you’re here.” He says. 

“Because of the party? Really?” I ask. 

“No. Because a dead body was found at the hotel.” He says. 

“What?!” I ask my eyes going wide. 

The brown eyed guy taps a pen on a legal pad. 

“Were your brothers at the party tonight Miss Vaughn?” He asks. 

“What? No. I don’t hang out with them. You think my brothers killed someone?” I ask. 

My brothers were notorious in this city.  They were bastards that were into some shady shit. But they’d never kill anyone….I don’t think. 

“Why don’t you hang out with your brothers?” He asks making a note on his note pad. 

I sigh. 

“Because they’re assholes.” I say. 

Officer big dick puts his tongue in his cheek and fights a smirk. 

“Listen. I don’t know what you’re scribbling over there. But whatever is going on has nothing to do with me. Can I go?” I ask. 

“Who was at the party tonight Miss Vaughn?” He asks and I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair. 

“I don’t know. Lots of people.” I say annoyed. 

“You don’t know any of their names?” He asks. 

“Yes. I know some of their names. But I don’t know why the hell you’re asking. Nobody that was there killed anyone.” I say. 

“How do you know that Miss Vaughn? You were quite drunk when we picked you up” he says. 

“Drunk. Yes.  But I think I’d have noticed if someone was fucking murdered. I was drunk not blind.” I say. 

“Hawthorn, why don’t you go get us some coffees” blue eyed King Kong dick detective says. 

He looks to his partner who licks his teeth. 

“Yeah. Sure.” He says getting up and leaving the room. 

I give a snarl at the door as he walks out. 

“Your friend is an ass.” I say and he leans back in his chair and scrubs his jaw with his hand as he looks at me. 

“We don’t think you killed anyone.” He says and his hand drops. 

“But you WERE at the scene of the crime. So that’s why you’re here. Any information you can give us. Including the names of other guests who may have seen something. Would be helpful.” He says. 

“Why do I need to help you? You’re the detective. Can’t you figure it out on your own? Or a drunk party girls doing the city’s work for them now?” I ask and sit back in my chair and he just gives a little smirk. 

“Why do I get the impression you’re not a big fan of cops or detectives?” He asks. 

“Because I’m not.” I say. 

“Why is that?” He cocks his head and sits up and puts his elbows on table. Clasping his hands together. 

“I just don’t.” I say. “They’re all on power trips like your buddy there.” I nod to the empty seat. 

“Acting like pricks to people who are innocent just so they can try to intimidate them into giving information that I don’t even have” I say 

“But you’re not intimidated” he says. 

“No. I’m not.” I say and flip my hair and then look right back at him and a slow smile spreads across his lips and jesus. He was hot as fuck and I fought the squirm I wanted to make to adjust the way my panties sat because he was threatening to soak them with that little smile and those eyes. 

“How about this….you answer the questions my ..buddy “ he smirks. “Has for you, and then we’ll let you go home” he says. 

“Or we skip the questions because I have nothing to do with it.and you just let me go home” I say. 

He licks his lips. 

Was this his angle? Being a panty teaser? Breaking people with his good looks and Empire State Building sized cock? 

“It’s hard you know.” He says and my eyes flick from his lips to his eyes. 

 I blink several times. 

“Excuse me?” I ask and squirm slightly. 

“Being a cop, a detective. It’s hard.” He says. 

“…oh…yeah. Sure.” I say and he smirks. 

“I’m detective Bennett by the way” he says. 

I give a slight nod. 

“Congratulations” I say and he gives a slight laugh and shakes his head. 

His partner walks back in and sits down handing his partner a coffee. 

“Can I get one?” I ask. 

“That depends. Can you answer some simple questions?” Detective dick bag asks. 

Detective Bennett pushes his across the table towards me and I give a little smile and take it and give a smug look to his partner who just glares. 

“Ask away detective” I say to him and take a sip of the awful coffee.