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Authors: Carla Kane

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They reached the sheriff’s car and he opened the back-door. ‘After you,’ he said and that faint, infuriating hint of a smile played against his lips again.

‘What a gentleman,’ Clara sneered and climbed into the car.

The back-seat was torn, with bits of the stuffing pulled out, and separated from the front by a rusty metal grille. It was so humiliating, but on the bright side, at least she’d have a conversation piece when she got to the reunion. And surely her mother couldn’t blame
this one
on her.

The sheriff opened the front door and climbed into the car. He started the engine and the sound of Hank Williams singing started up on the radio.


Hey good looking, what you got cooking…?

Clara shook her head and smiled to herself. This was too much.

‘So what’s your name?’ she asked.

‘Harvey, ma’am,’ the sheriff replied, ‘but most people round here just call me Boss.’

‘Harvey
what
?’
Clara asked, ‘I want to know so I can make an official complaint against you when all this is over. I’m a lawyer you know.’

The sheriff was silent for a moment, but when he spoke he sounded like he was smiling, a fact which only served to further incense his prisoner. ‘A lawyer, huh? Well
phewee
that must have been hard work to get there. My name’s Harvey Klein Ma’am – Sheriff Harvey Klein…’

‘But most people just call you Boss, right?’

‘Uh-huh; the Boss of Breslin Springs.’

‘What a distinction,’ Clara muttered and looked out the window.

Well apparently it
was
a town, but it probably wouldn’t have passed for one anywhere other than out here in the sticks. There was a diner, a store and a police station and not much else. It was outside the police station where the sheriff parked the patrol car. He cleared his throat and then stepped outside.

‘Come on now,’ he said, holding the
door open
, ‘let’s not make any more trouble out of this than we have to.’

With her hands clamped behind her back and the tight iron chafing her wrists, Clara maneuvered herself out of the car. This situation was so ridiculous it was almost like a dream.

“Start walking,’ the sheriff said and nudged her towards the steps up to his office.

Clara stepped up to the porch and waited for the sheriff to open the door. They walked into a cool reception area. The desk was scattered with papers but otherwise empty. Nobody else was around.

‘Where is everybody?’ Clara asked.

‘You’re talking to them.
Ain’t
nobody
else but me.’

Clara was silent for a moment. She wasn’t sure how comfortable she was being completely alone in the station with this huge stallion of a man. ‘Are you going to put me in a cell?’

‘That’s right.’

‘And how long will I be there for?’

‘For as long as it takes you to cool down and start being a nice little girl again.’

The sheriff pushed her forward and they turned a corner towards another desk in front of a small iron-barred cell. Inside there was nothing but a wooden bench and a metal drain, which, Clara noted with disgust, probably served as the toilet.

The sheriff pulled the bars open with a clang and bade her to enter. ‘Good girl,’ he said, as he slammed the bars shut behind her.

As Clara stood staring at him with indignant disgust, he walked back to his desk, took off his Stetson and flung it at a rack. It landed on the hook and the sheriff laughed with delight.

‘Hot damn!’ he said, sitting down at his desk and putting his feet up on the table, ‘still got it.’

Clara watched him as he rifled through some documents. Without his hat she could see that he was actually much younger than she’d originally thought, maybe even younger than she was, at thirty-five. And he was handsome too – she hated to admit it but the asshole was very handsome indeed.

She looked at his snakeskin boots with derision. ‘You’re an asshole,’ she said, ‘you know that?’

The sheriff’s hands froze before him. Slowly he lowered the papers and peered at her over the rims of his sunglasses. His eyes were bright blue and they sparkled playfully. ‘What did you say to me?’

Clara felt a lump of excitement in her throat. She put her hands against the cold metal of the bars and looked out at him levelly. ‘I said you’re an asshole,’ she repeated, ‘little missy? Good girl?
Tantrum?
Are you fucking around here, or are you really that much of stone-aged hillbilly hick?’

‘Girl,’ the sheriff spoke, his voice as cold and hard as steel, ‘you best watch your mouth now.’

‘Yeah?
Or what?’

‘Or I’ll fill it up.’

Clara blinked. No way had he just – he didn’t mean…

‘That’s better,’ the sheriff smiled and got back to sorting his papers.

About ten minutes later he stretched his huge arms out behind his back and yawned. ‘Well I am parched,’ he said, ‘what about you little missy? You want a drink?’

He opened his drawer and pulled out a bottle of bourbon, pouring a decent measure into a glass on his desk.

‘You have got to be kidding me,’ Clara whispered.

The sheriff swirled his glass contemplatively before taking a drink. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘I used to date with a girl from New York. We
was
engaged in fact…’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah, and she was every bit as uppity as you are too.’ The sheriff laughed and then sipped his drink. His voice became serious again. ‘Found out she was cheating on me and broke it off,’ he said.

Clara shook her head in wonder. ‘So that’s what this is about? You’ve got a personal vendetta against women from New York – that’s why you’re fucking with me?’

The sheriff took off his shades and considered her with his deep blue eyes. ‘No ma’am,’ he said, ‘this is about you driving dangerously at the outskirts of my town. If I was fucking with you… well shoot, you’d certainly know it.’

Clara stared for a moment. ‘Aha,’ she said, ‘
outskirts
. I knew we weren’t in a town.’

‘We
was
in the
town-lines
,’ the sheriff frowned, ‘like I said. Why you
are
quite the little lawyer girl, aren’t you?’

‘Just you wait and see,’ Clara smirked.

‘How’s that?
You
gonna
make a complaint against me
Clara Silverman
?’

‘Damn right,’ Clara said and folded her arms.

‘You know I don’t want to let that happen.’

‘So what?’

The sheriff sighed and threw his papers down on the desk. Slowly he lifted his snakeskin boots off the table and swung them down on the ground. He rose from his seat.

‘So I
ain’t
going to let that happen.’

Clara’s heart raced for a second as she stared at the huge cowboy through the bars. Was he threatening her? Or was he joking? There
was
a sparkle in his eye and that infuriating half-smile was dancing around the corners of his sexy lips.
Sexy lips?
Get a grip Clara. She felt a tingle between her legs. The sheriff started walking towards her.

‘Ma’am,’ he said, ‘I’m going to ask you to do something for me.’

Clara felt a flush across her forehead as the huge cop closed in on her. Her voice was cloudy and choked when she spoke. ‘What’s that?’

The sheriff produced the ring of keys from his pocket and turned the lock to the cell. Before pulling the bars open he looked her directly in the eyes and smiled.

‘Call me Boss.’

The doors clanged open and he stood before her, now with no partition whatsoever keeping them apart. Clara felt very small and vulnerable beneath him. But she felt hot as well. She wanted to be fucked.

‘Well?’ the Sheriff asked.

‘Well what?’ Clara asked, staring defiantly up at him.

‘Well are you
gonna
call me Boss?’

‘Uh, no,’ Clara smiled, ‘I don’t think I will.’

The sheriff snatched her by the arm and drew her up towards him with such speed that she yelped from shock.
And then his mouth was over hers, hot and heavy, tasting like a man, like whiskey, like hunger.
He sucked her mouth with his, driving his tongue through her lips, tasting her, taking her. When he pulled away Clara gasped. Her heart pounded in her chest. The sheriff smiled down at her with that cool iron jaw and sparkling blue eyes. ‘Oh yes you will,’ he said, ‘maybe not just yet, but you will.’

He pulled her towards him again with his hands tight on her shoulders and his face downturned over hers. She looked up at him compliantly, ready to be punished, to be used.

‘Uh-huh,’ he said, ‘I knew from the get-go that you
was
a bad, bad girl.’

‘Fuck you,’ Clara whispered, her voice choked with desire and her whole body pulsing with heat.

The sheriff spun her around roughly and then forced her over to the bench. Clara stumbled and caught herself with her palms against the wood and her body bent over against the seat. Just the way he wanted her. The sheriff put his hands around her waist and pressed his strong palms against her stomach. He stepped forward and she felt the heat of his huge cock against her ass, through the fabric of his tight black pants.
Her cunt foamed and throbbed, swollen and hungry for the lawmaker.

The Sheriff ran his hands up against her tits and groped them, squeezing tightly. Waves of pleasure rushed from the nipples down her spine and into her clamping loins. He pulled her up towards him so that her back was against his iron stomach and then bent down to wrap his mouth around the side of her throat.

Clara moaned with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on her sensitized flesh – his warm saliva soaking her skin and running down her back. As he kissed her neck, he teased her nipples, drawing circles around them, sometimes squeezing, sometimes brushing against them enticingly. Clara felt like she might cum already if she didn’t soon get a grip on herself.

She screamed out, shocked and intensely turned-on, as he tore open her blouse and pulled it off of her. He drew his fingers around her back, brushing the flesh with tantalizing care, and then slipped them beneath the strap of her plain green bra. He pulled the strap back, sending a shot of pain through Clara’s engorged nipples, and then bent forward to wrap his teeth around it.

‘Oh my God!’
Clara shrieked as he bit clean through the bra-strap and then pulled it roughly off her. Her tits plopped down freely against her stomach and the sheriff took them in his hands once more, kneading and pushing, while he grinded his hard dick against her ass.

‘Say it,’ he grunted, his voice deep and harsh, ‘call me Boss,’

Through panting breath, Clara arched her back against him and whispered: ‘No.’

The sheriff growled and dropped his hands to the waistline of her slacks. He slipped his thumbs underneath, unbearably close to her swollen mound, and started unbuttoning her flies. Clara’s pussy clenched and frothed for his touch as she let him work.

He stepped back and wrenched down her pants. Underneath she wore only a pair of faded white panties.
Travelling underwear.
Not like it mattered to him.

The sheriff bent down and then buried his face in her ass, his wet mouth pressed up against the thin material of her panties and his tongue relentlessly poking through them against her crack.

Clara rocked her hips back against him, and sighed lustily as he pulled off her panties. He thrust his head forward and licked – right from the back of her labia, up over her asshole and up along the cleft of her ass. A surge of hot fire shot through her and she moaned with pleasure, as he pressed his fingers against her cheeks and squeezed tightly. He brought his mouth closer and flicked his tongue out at her ring, drawing a circle right around the hole. Clara’s whole body clenched and she shrieked with shock and pleasure at the tingling, ticklish sensation.

The sheriff spat on her asshole and rubbed the saliva in with his tongue, slipping the tip just inside the gap. He ran his hand down underneath her loins, with his fingers brushing the flesh around her clit and his thumb pressed up against her butt. He slipped it inside her ass and held it there for a moment. Clara clenched herself around him. She wanted him to fill her every orifice, to invade her entire body, to ruin her and ravage her completely.

‘Baby you better call me Boss or I’m going to fuck this sweet little ass of yours.’

It was hard for her to speak. She couldn’t even think straight, she just wanted him inside her. ‘No way,’ she panted.

The sheriff released his grip on her crotch and stood up. ‘Well don’t say I didn’t warn you then.’

She heard him unzip his pants and then spit on his cock. And then – grunting – he stepped back towards her. ‘Now this might hurt a little bit,’ he said, ‘so just close your eyes and think happy thoughts.’

He pressed the throbbing helmet up to her ring and her asshole clenched against him reflexively. Concentrating, she let herself relax as the Sheriff slowly led his huge throbbing cock inside her. The flesh seared and tingled as it stretched around him and she moaned. The sheriff placed one of his hands against her head and drew his fingers softly through her hair.

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