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ON THE BEAT

Screaming, constable? What do you mean by that?
Well … like: “AHHH-H-H-H”, he said, with a nervous tremor in his voice. He found it hard to breathe and impossible to think clearly because he had never seen such a beautiful Lady before in his life. Her eyes were intense and powerful, Her skin flawless and Her smile irresistible. Her leather dress accentuated Her dazzling figure and there was an undeniable, and quite appealing, air of authority and confidence about Her.
A tormented cry of pain echoed through the building.
Sweet Jesus Christ! What was that! He shouted and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Calm now, She soothed, that was not a cry of pain, it was a cry of pleasure. Come, follow Me.
She took him by the hand like a child and lead him into a room filled with cages, chains, whips and strange looking furniture. There was a naked fellow in there, covered in marks and strapped to some sort of bench.
Hello Inspector Barnaby, he said, smiling from ear to ear, this is awesome man!
The Lady squeezed his hand: See? What did I  tell you. Are you ready to give it a try, constable?
Try??? No, no, not in a millio-
Oh, but you are! I can see it in your eyes. I will be here with you, every single step of the way. I would be very, very disappointed if you said no. Are you going to do that, constable? Are you really going to disappoint Me??
No … Ma’am, of … of course not, he whispered meekly.
That’s the spirit! Now, let’s get to the bottom, your bottom, of those screams, shall we?

FEMME FATALE

Sasha started working for us on a Monday morning and Her desk was opposite mine. She was beautiful in a mysterious way and there was definitely something dangerous lurking behind Her smile. Then we shook hands and I literally fell in love with Her in a matter of seconds. It felt like being pushed off a cliff, it really did. I think She knew, there and then, what a weakling I was and how easy it would be to make me dance to Her tune. She didn’t hesitate and within hours She had me on a short leash. She knew exactly what to say to push my buttons and it was impossible to refuse Her anything. If I tried She would pout and make me feel guilty. I worked late to finish Her work, lied for Her, bought Her clothes and paid Her rent. I even fumbled with Her assessments so She would get a raise.
Sometimes She humiliated me, be it in a playful way, in front of our colleagues. Asking me if I would do anything for Her. Telling them I was such an obedient boy.
She quit Her job within a year. I felt gutted, but luckily it didn’t mean the end of our friendship. At least that’s what I thought. But on Her last day of work She looked at me with cold eyes and said: Before you ask, I’m not interested in keeping in touch with you. You are boring. 
All this happened many years ago, but I still remember the smell of Her perfume, still hear the echoes of Her voice. In case you’re wondering if you ever met a Femme Fatale; trust me, you would know. Because you’ll never forget.