Kinky Cop by Fetish Publishing

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Carina paused to check her reflection in the full length mirror once more before heading out the door. Her black spaghetti string top and matching tight black pants made her look sexy with just the right touch of attitude, while emphasizing her firm, round ass and long, lean legs. The black chunky heeled shoes that she had chosen matched her outfit perfectly, and the deep plunging neckline of her top easily drew attention to her naturally large breasts that were jutting out from behind the thin laced up black fabric. Carina looked smoking hot, and she was hoping to turn some heads when she entered the private nightclub she was attending with a friend later. Her almond-shaped brown eyes were adorned with smoky colored eye shadow and black kohl liner that transformed them into a sultry retro look. With a final finishing touch, Carina pinned up just the front part of her long, black hair and roughed it up with her fingers to give it a tousled, sexy look. Last but not least, she glided on some shimmering lip gloss to accentuate her pouty, full lips and she was set to head out for a night of fun.

 

Yes, Carina thought with satisfaction, I look pretty damn hot! Grabbing her purse, she set the house alarm and was out the door. Tonight was going to be hugely exciting for her. She had been invited to attend a party at a very exclusive private nightclub in Los Angeles. Her friend, Teresa was a member there, and had invited her to come along. She had told Carina to 'dress to impress', because you just never knew who you might meet, and besides, all sorts of wild things tend to happen at these private parties. Being the adventurer that she was, this sounded like just the kind of renegade fun Carina was looking for.

 

Carina was meeting Teresa at the address that she had given her that afternoon. This was so exciting for her because she had always wanted to attend one of the always much talked about private party clubs in Los Angeles, but she didn't have enough money for the exuberant membership dues. Carina worked as a legal secretary, but made no where near the amount of money that would allow her to just throw $5000 or more just to get on some VIP list for exclusive parties. Needless to say, Carina had been amazed to find out just a few days prior that her friend Teresa was a member there, and even more amazed when she had invited Carina to come to tonight's party with her.

 

She had chosen to take a cab rather than try to drive so that she could be assured of having a great time, and Teresa was waiting for her in front of the light up club as her cab pulled up. Carina exited the cab and joined Teresa at the building entrance, which was swarming with gorgeous people and mammoth-sized security personnel. The women hugged in greeting and oohed and aahed at the happenings all around them. And, Carina found herself instantly attracted to one of the buff security guys keeping everyone in check at the club entrance, and she hoped to somehow catch his attention before the night was over. He looked Latino, wasn't much taller than she was, but his body was smoking hot and he was sporting a close crew hair cut and had a five o'clock shadow on his face that made him look like a sexy bad boy. Maybe Carina would find both the nerve and the opportunity sometime during the evening that would give her the chance to see if she could make something happen between them, or at least get his number so that they could get together another time.

 

Teresa showed her private ID to the doorman and informed him that Carina was her guest for the evening. Once the doorman verified their status on the guest list, the women were granted entrance and within just a few feet of entering, Carina could hear a live band playing somewhere in the maze of walls, rooms and bandstand areas. That immediately got her excited because she loved dancing. They proceeded down a long hallway lined with scantily clad bodies pressed against one another, their figures illuminated by the red neon color that lighted the entryway, which then ended at an archway that opened up into the main part of the club. Carina smiled to herself, thinking that it felt like they had just entered the 'batcave' for the underground horny, sexy socialites. People were dancing to the music shrouded in colored strobe lights and other intense lighting, and Carina took pause to admire the many alluring male forms dressed in their attention getting attire. The lights seemed to be keeping time with the beat of the music, and Teresa pulled Carina out of her hypnotic male watching trance, by grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor.