Cutty

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The Cops

The sound of the vacuum cleaner filled the room as Donna busied herself cleaning the last glass splinters from the room. Her mind was far away, contemplating her situation. On auto-pilot she moved through the room, shifting the furniture to clean underneath as she went. The glass splinters were everywhere and she wanted them gone so that she wouldn’t be reminded of the shameful accident if even one was found later. She grabbed the dildo from the small table where she had placed it while she cleaned the room. She wanted to take "Lenny" back to the sex room as soon as she could. The dildo frustrated her not only because she was forced to carry it along everywhere –in itself a big problem and constant threat of discovery. No, she was also frustrated because, as she knew all to well, it was nearly impossible to mount the fake penis. Its sheer size was just too great. She would ruin her pussy and ass if she forced it inside. She looked at the dildo hopelessly. It was covered with dried slime and she would have to clean "Lenny" too before locking it back into its box. And the damn glass was still stuck to it.

That’s when she sensed that someone was looking at her. Donna literally jumped up when she looked up and noticed two men standing in the living room. Two policemen! The vacuum cleaner fell to the ground as well as the huge black dildo as Donna quickly tried to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands. With a loud noise the glass attached to the dildo shattered into pieces, forcing everyone's attention to Lenny.  Her face turned immediately beat red with shame as she saw the two man look with big eyes at the big black dildo bouncing on the ground until, at last, it came to rest at her feet. Donna stood still, holding her breath, as the officers first looked at each other, and then at the scene in front of them. Donna crossed her knees a bit, one over one the other, while her left hand unsurely tried to cover her shaved vagina. Her right hand covered as much as possible of her breasts, hopefully at least her areoles and nipples. A nervous smile was plastered on her red face.

The men were also clearly uncomfortable with the situation. They stood silently looking at the scene in front of them, obviously not knowing what next to say or do. The man in the back, the taller one with blond hair, had a small smile on his face that he failed to hide. Donna could see that the policeman was trying hard not to openly laugh at her. The other man, shorter, more muscular, and with black hair, had a stunned expression on his face as his eyes traveled from the big dildo on the ground, to the naked Donna, dressed like a porn star. Both men stared and measured her body from her black platform heels, to her fishnet stockings, then up to her hips, where her hand was covering her vagina but barely, to her breasts, covered with her other hand but still very much on display, to her face where their eyes met. It was clear what both policemen thought about what had been going on. After staring at the scene for what seemed like ages, the dark haired officer tried to speak but the droning vacuum cleaner made it impossible for Donna to make out what he was trying to say to her. Instead, she just smiled, ashamed, and crossed her legs as much as she could. She knew that she had to be one hell of a sight, dressed (or really, undressed) as she was, the slutty makeup on her face. And last but not least, the damn dildo was right at her feet. But Donna just couldn’t make herself move, for fear they would see how truly naked she was, even if already they could see far too much.

Finally the smaller police officer, excusing himself with hand gestures, walked across the room to the frozen Donna and turned vacuum off. He stepped back to his partner when the room went quiet but moving very slowly and carefully, as if he was handling someone who was trying to commit suicide. A small silence followed as they adjusted to the lack of noise. It made it even more humiliating to Donna. She saw them silently staring at her in pure lust, even though they tried to keep it under control.

“We’re sorry to interrupt whatever was going on, Ma’am,” the officer finally spoke, breaking the silence, “but the lady who just left told us we could go in.”  Donna just stood there smiling sheepishly, hoping the ground would open up and swallow her. “How long had they’ve been standing there watching me,” she wondered.

“We…we need to talk to you,” the blond officer continued. “We’ll wait outside so you can finish up?”  Donna nodded, still frozen. She was glad when they finally walked away. She could see the smiles on their faces as they left to wait outside, leaving her to feel utterly humiliated.

When they were gone, Donna looked at herself and knew she had made one hell of a wrong first impression. “What will they think of me, dressed like this, cleaning the house,“ she asked herself. “And why did Melinda let them in? That was just such a mean, evil thing to do!” Donna picked up the dildo and quickly went to her room. As she went up the stairs, she saw the door was wide open still and that the two men were smiling as she scampered up the steps, the big dildo in her hand. She knew they had been standing there on purpose just to catch her naked one more time.

“The filthy bastards,“ Donna thought but she knew they couldn’t help it. It was her fault. After all, she was the one showing off. No man would be able to keep his eyes off her. In her room, she quickly looked for some decent clothing. A feeling of intense shame wouldn’t leave her and she found herself hyperventilating as she thought about facing the men again. She stepped out of her shoes, stripped out of the stockings, and put on a business suit. Donna had laid it out to be ready for the afternoon. She slipped into new, less high shoes and went downstairs. That’s when Dona began to wonder why the police were here. “It must be because of Vivian,“ The thought brought her back to reality.

Vivian had died and instead of mourning her, Donna had shamelessly played sex games. Even though she had not done so voluntarily, Donna cursed herself for her lack of will power. She should have resisted somehow. Now, she had to face the police and they surely would believe that Donna was little more than a heartless, sex-addicted slut.

Downstairs, she let the men waiting at the open door into the kitchen. The living room would be too awkward, after what had happened there. The freezing cold was killing her and she quickly closed the door behind the officers, following them into the kitchen.

The blond cop observed her silently as the other officer started talking to her.

“I am Officer Allen Dundridge, and this is Officer Michael Plow. We came here because of the accident involving your friend Vivian McDonahue. We want to ask you some questions.”

“Okay,” Donna said as she thought again about Vivian’s fate. She leaned against the fridge; she didn’t want to sit down. Not with them standing tall.

“You are Mrs. Donna Alldring?”

“Yes.”

“And Mrs. McDonahue was here yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me why she was here, and what you were doing that night? How late did she leave?” Donna looked at the officer warily.

“These are just routine questions," the man assured her.

“What happened to her?” Donna asked as she felt tears well up. The police officer saw her beginning to tremble and grabbed a chair. “Please sit down, Mrs. Alldring.”

Donna didn’t really want to, but she knew she had to. She was about to burst into tears again. I have to be strong, she reminded herself. This is just another ordeal I have to get through.

“Please,” she said when she was seated, “tell me what happened?”

“The car must have slipped on the icy road, just where the road makes a sharp turn alongside the river. Due to her speed, Mrs. McDonahue crashed through the fence, and dropped into the river below.” The officers said, watching her reaction.

“Have you found her body yet?” Donna asked as tears started to flow over her cheeks. She was not only crying because of Vivian’s fate, but also because of this new, horrible situation she was in. These policemen could save her from Ms. Brendan but Donna knew if she told them the truth, Ms. Brendan would strike again. That would mean either her daughters or Robert would be injured or killed, or all of them, Donna included. But if she didn't tell them about Ms. Brendan, the officers would leave, "knowing" that Donna was into kinky sex. They would be convinced that Donna was a sexually frustrated monster, who played sex games even when she knew her friend had just died.  “They will believe that I am one sick bitch.”

“No, Ma’am,” the officer said. “The body was washed out of the car. We looked for it upstream, but no luck yet. It will be very difficult to find her body. The cold will keep it down, and the strong current can wash it far away, especially as more time passes. I hate to tell you this, Ma'am, but the body might never be found. It’s a bad situation…”

Donna buried her face in her hands and sobbed. The officers let her calm down for a while but clearly it struck them as odd to them that the women who was now crying her heart out now was just five minutes ago dressed like a whore and playing with a massive dildo.

“Ma’am,” the officer tried again. “We need to know what happened last night. Had Mrs. McDonahue been drinking?"

“No..,” Donna sniffed as she cleared her eyes, and forced herself to stop crying. “She drank a little… not excessively. She knew she still had to drive home.” Donna mustered up all her courage. “Let’s get through this. Now it is not the time to fight Ms. Brendan. My family is split. I don’t know who is on Ms. Brendan's side and who is not. For all I know, these officers are on her side too,“ Donna told herself. “I’ll just tell them that Vivian was here and anything else they want to know about last night, except for the therapy part. It was just old friends spending a night together.”

“Okay, and why did she suddenly come to your house," the officer asked.

“Pardon," Donna replied.

“These are just routine questions, Mrs. Alldring. You are not a suspect but we need to get the facts straight. Mr. McDonahue said his wife went to see you rather urgently.” Donna’s mind was racing for a good excuse. She knew now it was getting tricky. Her lies could get her and her family in trouble. Right now, she had to respond but she couldn’t conjure up a suitable lie, except for …

“She came here because ….,” Donna took a deep breath, “because of my condition." There,” she thought “I’ve said it, no turning back now.”

“Your condition?” the officer pressed.

“I am under therapy...” Donna explained. “I have some problems, well, with my, …with my sex life.”

A silence fell in the room. “I am in this therapy where I needed the help of a good friend and I asked Vivian to come over to tell her this…to ask her to help me..” Donna knew she had destroyed her reputation with the authorities but what else was there to do. “This morning… what you have seen..,” she went on, “..was part of my therapy…” Donna thought back on the horrible session with Melinda and Brigitte, how the glass shattered, and how the officers saw her standing practically naked in the room. “Anyway..,” Donna continued, telling herself that they didn’t need to know that much detail, “.. that’s why she was over.” She looked the officer in the eye and knew he believed her. Well, it was the truth so why wouldn’t he. And it explained her behaviour, her clothing. But her explanation defined her as a very twisted and sick woman in their eyes too.

“We didn’t drink that much. Actually I did most of the drinking…” The officer wrote down her statements in a small notebook.

“Okay,” he said when he finished writing, “and what time did she leave?”

“Around twelve, maybe one o’clock,” Donna replied, "and around three, four o’clock, her husband called me.” The man scribbled some more into the notebook.

“Ok, ma’am, I think we’re finished here for now. Leaves me to ask if you are available if we have any more questions?”

“Of course,” Donna answered.

“Thank you ma’am, we’ll see ourselves out,” the officer said as he saw Donna trying to get up. In no time the officers were gone again, just as they had appeared. Donna sat alone in the kitchen for a while, still sniffing a bit from all her emotions.

“Poor Vivian..” she said “Poor, poor Vivian…” After a short time in silence Donna began to wonder. Was it really an accident?  It could have been and if it was, Ms. Brendan and Ninon are taking advantage of an accident to humiliate me. But if it wasn’t, it means they won’t hesitate to hurt my family. How will I ever know the truth? Another disturbing thought came into her mind. What if these cops were part of the scheme too? What if Ms. Brendan sent them just to see if I would keep my mouth shut? Or to check if I would tell them what I've been trained to tell everyone? Donna pondered on these unsettling, new ideas for a while. Well, I did just that, told them I’m under therapy, and even if they are not part of the scheme, they now know I have sexual problems, Donna shook her head. Or as I’m forced to have them.”

Donna stayed in the kitchen for a while and ate lunch, and got ready for work. As she made ready to go, Donna remembered Lenny and with dread switched handbags to place the large dildo in it. She could take a smaller bag if she left the box out, but Donna had no intention of letting anyone who might glimpse into her bag and see the large black sex object. “I would much rather walk with extra large bags, than have that embarrassment happen to me. The box she filled with cotton, so the dildo wouldn’t rattle as she walked. At work, she was greeted by her supervisor at the entrance and taken into her office.

“Ms Brendan called me again today and reassured me you would be assigned to our next big project.” Mrs. Cullington told her, “So we better get you up to speed as fast as possible.” This surprised Donna. She hadn’t expected to be still on the good side at work, even though she had excelled in her work. Donna knew approval didn’t depend only on the quality of her work, not by far. As she sat down in front of her supervisor, Donna sat the large bag next to her and wondered what was next, still suspicious.

“You’re taking all your furniture along,” Mrs. Cullington said jokingly, referring to the size of Donna's handbag. Donna smiled sheepishly back. “Does she know about Lenny?” she wondered.

“Anyway, how was vacation,” her boss continued. “Enjoyed the Caribbean?”

“Yes," Donna replied. “It was nice, the sun, the sea…”

“Great,” her chef interrupted her. “Well since you're rested, we can start to introduce you to your next assignment. You’ll start next year ... that is to say, next week. Today, you can finish up your other projects and transfer the work to the other team members. We need you full time on this one. It will be hard to do all the work, working just part-time, but Ms. Brendan won’t hire you full time, not yet.”

“What is the work,” Donna asked although she already knew.

“It’s the development of the old industrial area. We want to make it a night life centre. You’re job will be to coordinate the project. Be a kind of assistant to the project manager, that being me. In the coming month, we’ll be working out ideas with the architects, city planners, then we choose one, or mix a few, and then we start working it out, getting the budget, selecting the contractors, et cetera. We’ll be guiding the development itself too. I figure this will be a project lasting up to two years, maybe even longer.”

“That’s great,” Donna said. “But it will be a lot of work…”

“You’ll be working your ass of indeed. As I said, I tried to convince Ms. Brendan to hire you back full time, but she would have nothing of it. You somehow pissed her off big time, yet she does want you on this project... Anyway, expect to work hard, and at night too. It is a lot for someone experienced and working full time, let alone for you. But I’m sure you can manage, and as we go along, maybe we can get you to work fulltime, or get some assistance.”

Donna smiled with a worried look. The work seemed okay; it looked like everything she ever wanted. But the amount of work to do was troubling. She would never be able to get everything done while working half days. Meetings alone would be happening all day, not just in the afternoon. And she worried what Ms. Brendan true intentions were. Was it punishment, have her working her ass off for a few months, or was there something else behind this all? There had to be something behind it, but what?

“Okay, the report is in your mail, detailing the overall project plan and the work for next week. You go now and transfer your other work this afternoon. And let me wish you a happy end of the year.”

Donna smiled. “Thank you, the same to you.”

With all the things happening in her life, she had totally forgotten it was December and everyone was partying already. The coming weekend, she would be with the girls, Robert and his parents to celebrate New Years Day. And she had missed Christmas because of the trip to the Caribbean just a few days ago. Tomorrow, she had to do her teeth and her skin already.

“There is a lot going on in my life right now and most of it I don’t control anymore.” She thought wearily “Actually, I don’t control anything right now…”

The rest of the day she had no time anymore thinking of her situation. She was extremely busy transferring her work to several colleagues.  Most of them were jealous that she had gotten the job everyone had been aiming for. It was ‘the’ big assignment for the next year and the fact that she had gotten it, a part timer, and new, was nearly a trigger for open revolt.

Donna wondered at the end of the day if that was what Ms. Brendan was trying to create, making her work environment impossible too. “If that’s the case I’ll show her, she has to come up with something better. A few jealous colleagues are nothing that I can’t handle.” She thought defiantly “I’ve been given this chance, and won’t let it slip away!”

The only truly disturbing moment of the afternoon was when Ninon had walked into her office. Donna was on the phone and she had waited patiently for Donna to finish.

“Hello Ninon, what can I do for you?” Donna had asked, totally occupied with her work, and a bit stressed.

“Show me Lenny,” Ninon had simply demanded. Donna had been surprised by the bold order, and it took her a few moments to grasp the command. She had to switch back away from the job, but she eventually complied. She had taken her bag, and held it open to show the box.

“Open it,” Ninon had ordered, which Donna had done.

“Okay,” Ninon had acknowledged after she had seen the black dildo in its box, and then simply walked away, leaving a thoughtful Donna behind. It had been the first time she had been really checked up on and Donna knew this signalled a change in the way that they would treat her. They were going to be checking up on her on a much more invasive way. It worried her and once she had placed the box back into her bag, it took her some time before she could dive into her work again. A dead tired Donna left work at eight o’clock, barely finished. She knew in her tired mind she was going back to her house where Ninon would be waiting to guide her through her next ordeal. It would be a long, long night still.