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"Adrenaline Games"
by DG
dionysian1@hotmail.com
Section B:
Jackson and Turk exchanged a look. The kid seemed like he
was telling the truth, and they both knew that with a past
relationship that included bondage games it would be hard to make
a rape charge stick. As it stood, it was her word against his
anyway.
"So you and Sarah engaged in bondage games regularly?" asked
Jackson.
"Once in a while. But like I said, what she was really into
was danger. Pushing the edge, anything to get an adrenaline rush.
Let me give you an example..."
They went into the library on a Tuesday night at around ten.
He was wearing his roommate's Baltimore Orioles cap, and Sarah
had her long hair tucked up under a black cap that said 'Bad Hair Day.'
Her idea of a disguise.
"I always wanted to make it in the stacks," she had said over
dinner. "And I think you're just the guy to pull it off."
"Any guy would love to make it in the stacks," he said,
liking the idea. "Especially with a wanton slut like you."
"Wanton? Who are you calling wanton...you're going to pay
for that, Mister."
They went past the circulation desk, past the rows of carrels
filled with bored-looking students surrounded by piles of paper
and books, up the stairs to the second floor stacks.
Holding hands, they walked down the long carpeted hall that
ran along the front of the room, looking down the aisles of
multicolored books, seeing how many people were around. Not
many, but the place wasn't exactly deserted, either.
Sarah picked out a quiet corner and pulled him into a long
kiss.
"I'll show you what I mean by wanton," he said. He lifted up
her short skirt, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. "No panties -
now that's wanton."
"You trying to make me feel like a whore?" From the tone of
her voice, she didn't mind too much.
He dropped to his knees and said "Keep a lookout." Then he
started licking her pussy. She gasped and ground her crotch
against his face, already excited and juicy before he even
started. The problem with the stacks was that they were too damn
quiet. He felt like every slurp, every moan, could be heard five
aisles over. Once she tapped his shoulder urgently and dropped
her skirt down over his head, and he pulled his face out and pretended
to be looking for a book as an Asian woman walked towards them,
gave them a curious look, and then walked away.
"Come on," she hissed. "Time to fuck."
She lifted her hips up onto the edge of the shelf behind her
as he stood up and unzipped his jeans. He looked around
nervously, wondering if they were nuts or what. Anyone could come
by at any time and see them.
"Maybe we should come back later when the place is empty," he
whispered.
"You're missing the point again, Andy - we want people to be
around. Now fuck me, dammit."
"You're crazy, you know that?" He pushed his cock between
her legs and sunk into her, and she wrapped her long legs around
his waist and pulled him up against her. It was strange, standing
there fully clothed, breathing that familiar dusty library smell,
and having sex. Strange and fun.
"We have to be quiet," he whispered. "Otherwise we won't
hear if someone is coming."
"You worry too much." She kissed him and then nibbled on his
ear.
He thrust into her urgently, enjoying himself but at the same
time wanting to finish quickly and get out of there.
"Tell me when you're close," she said. "I need a little
warning."
He felt the familiar burning in his cock already, the semen
starting to creep out of his balls.
"I'm close now," he gasped. "Is anyone coming?"
"Not yet, but they will soon, so you better hurry." She gave
him a kiss and a giddy smile that would have made him nervous if
he wasn't so distracted.
"OH GOD!!," she shouted. "Yeah! Fuck me harder!" Her voice
cut through the silence of the stacks like a knife blade.
He almost had a heart attack. He would have jumped back and
zipped up, but she had her legs wrapped around him tight. As it
was he stopped and gasped at her. "Sarah..."
"Finish it," she hissed.
He slammed into her as hard as he could, thinking he could
shut her up by fucking her like an animal.
"OH YES! Dave, you are such a stud! Fuck Meeeee...."
He looked down the aisle and saw a crowd of about ten people
watching them with expressions ranging from shock to amusement.
Sarah pulled his head around with her hand. "Don't look at them,
finish it."
It seemed to take forever, but the people didn't come any
closer, they just stood there at the end of the aisle and watched.
He heard a woman say "You two are disgusting!" A male voice said
"Yeah, you guys go!"
He closed his eyes and felt his climax come over him like a
freight train.
"Yeah!" he shouted. "God Kathy, you are such a fucking
whore!"
She laughed, and said "You know it, Dave! Fuck me harder!"
He spurted up into her, shouting "Here you go, you
slut! Here's what you want! Take it! Take it!"
He pulled out and hastily zipped up his pants, keeping his
back turned to the onlookers.
"The campus police are coming!" shouted a female voice.
"Don't let those perverts leave this floor."
He felt a surge of panic. "Now what?" he hissed.
She grabbed his hand. "This way." At the far end of the
aisle was a fire door. She pushed the bar and the alarm went off,
deafeningly loud in the enclosed cement stairwell. They ran down
the stairs holding their hands over their ears, and then burst out
the side exit into the night. A few people gave them curious
glances as they ran by, but soon they were off the campus and onto
the dimly lit streets, where they finally collapsed against each
other, laughing and gasping for air.
The kid smiled ruefully at Jackson, and said "That's the sort
of thing she liked to do. Like I said, she's crazy."
"But you continued to have a sexual relationship with her,
even after the incident at the library?"
"Oh yeah, I have to admit, I was enjoying myself. At least
at first. I mean, we'd do some crazy, dangerous stunt, and I'd
swear I was sick of the whole thing, but then we'd gave great sex
afterwards, I mean, really amazing sex..."
"Uh huh. You said 'at first'. Are you saying you were
trying to end the relationship?"
"Well, things started to get out of hand. Some of the stuff
we did..." He shook his head. "Like the time in her car..."
She picked him up in front of his place one night around
eleven. She had said she wanted to have sex in the car, park
somewhere private and do it in the front seat. He thought that
sounded innocuous enough. More privacy than the crowded movie
theater they had used last week, anyway.
She drove off the Landover campus and through the small college
town of Chelmsford.
"Where we going?" he asked. "Let me guess, the supermarket
parking lot? Right in front of the store?"
She smiled, keeping her eyes on the road. "Someplace dark
and quiet, don't worry."
As they left the town they passed a police car set up to
catch speeders. "There's the fuzz," said Sarah. A little while
later he realized they had circled back and were heading past the
cop again. Suddenly Sarah floored it, and they roared past the
cop at well over the speed limit.
"What the hell are you doing?" He felt the usual sinking
feeling in his stomach. He turned around, and sure enough, the
cop was following them, lights flashing. The siren burped a short
refrain. When they didn't slow down, it went on and stayed on.
"Hang on!" Sarah was leaning forward over the wheel, her
eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. They took a curve at high
speed and he felt the car start to skid, almost losing traction.
"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled. "You've got to
stop!"
"Says who?"
"You can't outrun the police!" He looked back and saw the
cop was right behind them now.
"Don't worry, I've got a plan."
Suddenly she floored the accelerator, pulling away from the
cop, then she braked and turned onto a side street. It turned out
to be one of those maze-like housing developments where you can
get lost even if you live there, and Sarah turned off the
headlights and made a series of quick turns, seemingly at random.
He looked behind them again, not hearing the siren. "He's
gone!"
"Good." She came to the edge of the development and turned
onto a bumpy dirt road that led into a forest preserve. She
followed it a little ways and parked in a small parking area, out
of sight of the road.
She turned off the ignition and smiled at him. "The cop will
think we doubled back out of the development onto the highway."
In the quiet, dark car he could feel his heart pounding in his
chest. "You're nuts, Sarah, but I have to admit, you did it...shit!"
"What is it?"
"The license plates! The cop must have gotten your license
plate number."
"I caked them over with mud. But thanks for reminding me -
we should clean them off now. Do you mind?"
He got out of the car and kicked the dried mud off the plates.
What else was there to say? Sarah thought of everything.
When he got back in the car she was all over him. She
squirmed into his lap and kissed him, and her greedy tongue snaked
into his mouth.
"I'm sorry Andy," she said after a while, her breathing
heavy. "I shouldn't do these crazy things to you. I'm a bad
girl."
"A very bad girl," he agreed.
"How can I make it up to you?"
"Suck my cock. And swallow every drop." Before the words
were out of his mouth she was unzipping his pants.
When her hot, slippery mouth closed over his organ he closed
his eyes and let out a moan. "Sarah..."
"I don't get it," said Turk. "She scares the hell out of
you, almost gets you arrested, and for what? Just a thrill?"
The kid nodded slowly. How could he explain the adrenaline
rush, the feeling of being completely alive...
"Yeah, just a thrill," he said.
"And tonight?" said Jackson. That was more of the same
thing?"
"Right."
Turk put his hands on the table and leaned forward until he
was in the kid's face. "I'm gonna ask you this one more time. If
it was a consensual rape game, then why did she have you
arrested?"
"I don't know. Maybe she had second thoughts. I was pretty
rough with her, maybe it was more than she could handle." He
glanced at the clock - three am. "I'm sure she'll change her mind
once she thinks it over."
"I don't think so, you little asshole, I think -"
"Turk!" Jackson took Turk's arm and pulled him towards the
door. "Sit tight," he said to the kid, and he and Turk went into
the hall, shutting the door behind them.
"What the hell, Roy?" Turk was about to say more, but he
saw his partner's face and decided against it. Roy Jackson rarely
lost his temper, and it wasn't a pretty sight when he did.
"I want to talk to the girl again," said Jackson.
A female detective came up to them before they had a chance.
"Hey Jackson, I was looking for you. Sarah Glassman changed her
story. Now she says it was a big misunderstanding."
"Goddamn it," said Jackson. "I knew it."
"Misunderstanding?" said Turk.
The woman nodded. "She says it was consensual - they had it
arranged ahead of time. But she panicked - lost her head."
"You think we can charge her with something?" asked Jackson.
"Filing a false report?"
The woman looked doubtful. "You could, but I doubt it would
stick. I mean, it's not one of those cases where she made up a
story to get back at her boyfriend for dumping her - it was a sex
game that got out of hand. That's a touchy area you'd be getting
into - might just end up being bad press for the department."
Jackson nodded curtly. "OK. Let them both go."
Turk looked surprised. "You sure about this, Roy? Maybe we
ought to hold them overnight, find out exactly what happened. I
don't like that kid's attitude."
"No. We'll see one or both of them back here soon - you
can bet on it. They're playing with fire, and eventually they'll
get burned."
A uniformed cop finally opened the door and told him he was
free to go. He took a deep breath and let it out, feeling the
relief seep into his limbs.
"Let's go," said the cop. "I'm supposed to give you a ride
home."
"No thanks. I don't need a ride."
The cop shrugged. "Suit yourself."
He went out into the parking lot, walking slowly on rubbery
legs. She was waiting for him in her car, and she rolled down the
window as he approached. His face was a sickly orange under the
sodium lights.
"How was it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"How do you think it was, you crazy bitch? Scary as hell."
He grinned at her. "Now let's get out of here."
The End
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"Adrenaline Games"
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