Jax looked a little indifferent at the idea of a woman cop. Was that safe? He shook his head and focused on the road. "She? Damn. You did get fucked over," he said, shaking his head a little at the thought. "Seems a little odd to me that a woman would want to be a cop in an area that has such a huge forced prostitution percentage, thanks to my father. Just doesn't seem wise to me. I mean, fuck, my father would think of that as a challenge. Can you imagine how hard he'd laugh if he was confronted by a woman officer? He's have her in cell 23 before she could bat an eyelash." Pulling up into the parking lot at the boys' favorite bar (a bar that accommodated the mobsters in town) and walked straight up to the bar. He ordered a whiskey from Kyle, the usual night time bartender, and immediately took a large gulp of it.
Kate nodded slowly, standing right out side of the large, lavish shower with a slightly relieved expression. Well, at least her safety was still somewhat stable... Her eyes, despite how disgusted with herself she was for it, wandered over his beautiful body, her stomach clenching with arousal at the sight. Startled at his words, she hesitated, the slowly nodded. Well, she was disgusting from the night that she spent in the cell, and she knew she shouldn't piss him off. Stepping inside, she swallowed at the sight of his recovering erection and moved under the spray of water, letting it cascade down her body and soak her hair. Gently, she grabbed the soap and started to apply it to her skin as she watched him, confused by the lust and anger in his eyes. She'd never seen such a combination. "Are you one of those guys that gets off to angry sex?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Or, whatever it's called. BDSM..." She blushed as she washed herself. Hell. She felt so stupid. All she was experienced in was blow jobs and hand jobs... And even then, her boyfriend (whom she always assumed was actually gay) was never very in to it.
Kate nodded slowly, standing right out side of the large, lavish shower with a slightly relieved expression. Well, at least her safety was still somewhat stable... Her eyes, despite how disgusted with herself she was for it, wandered over his beautiful body, her stomach clenching with arousal at the sight. Startled at his words, she hesitated, the slowly nodded. Well, she was disgusting from the night that she spent in the cell, and she knew she shouldn't piss him off. Stepping inside, she swallowed at the sight of his recovering erection and moved under the spray of water, letting it cascade down her body and soak her hair. Gently, she grabbed the soap and started to apply it to her skin as she watched him, confused by the lust and anger in his eyes. She'd never seen such a combination. "Are you one of those guys that gets off to angry sex?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Or, whatever it's called. BDSM..." She blushed as she washed herself. Hell. She felt so stupid. All she was experienced in was blow jobs and hand jobs... And even then, her boyfriend (whom she always assumed was actually gay) was never very in to it.