Cassandra
Tarra stands from the massage table, pulling her sweat pants up. She's had this done more than a handful of times, so she deals with it better. Me? Well, my v****a feels like it's on fire and about to fall clean off. I watch as she nervously fiddles with her drawstrings before making eye contact with me.
"It's the darndest thing. He's actually a cop."
I arch my brow. "A cop, huh?" That catches my attention.
That's definitely a first. Tarra is anything but a badge bunny.
"Anyone I know?" Doubtful, since it's a big city and there are several departments, but I ask anyway.
Tarra shrugs and turns away from me to put her shoes on. "Maybe," she replies quietly. I stay silent as my mind quickly runs over images of all the single cops I work with. My mind keeps landing on one in pa
