This is a follow up to my #2 Kinktober prompt, Criminal.

“I’m no expert in the local state laws, but this does seem to be something that could damage a career in law enforcement.”

State Trooper Kara Denning glared. It was more or less all she could do. Beside her sat her partner Gabrielle Diaz, who kept a better poker face. Kara knew her well enough to recognize that she was seething, but her face was a mask of calm appraisement.

The woman sitting across them at the quiet, out of the way booth in the corner of an otherwise noisily busy bar looked back in utter calm. She was Asian, and probably an actual foreigner, judging by her clipped accent. She was slender, her hair done up in a professional bun, with high cheekbones that gave her gaze a sharp edge.

Beneath the table her skirted legs were crossed casually. On top of the table, her hands were folded nearly over a set of pictures. Her tailored suit was charcoal gray. She was the picture of calm. Wasn’t worried about a thing.

The two State Troopers, on the other hand...

It would be hard to glimpse what was on the pictures from a distant angle, especially when the bitch’s hand was layered in top of them. But the fact that the Asian woman was the with her back to the wall was setting Kara and Gabby on edge. If someone tried to look over the other side of the booth...

“What do you want?” Kara barked out.

One elegant eyelash climbed up her brow. Kara wanted to strangle the Asian bitch.

“I represent an organization that specializes in the acquisition and sale of a very specific product. We serve an exclusive clientele.”

She moved then, putting the photos back in her Manila envelope with carefully deliberate motions. Kara felt her shoulders sag a little in slight relief as the incriminating photos were hidden from sight.

The pictures depicted both women, both State Troopers, on a quiet, out of the way highway. Gabrielle was the centerpiece with most of them having her fun with the owner of the blue sedan they pulled over. The rigging of her strap-on was clearly visible against the tan color of her uniform. Anyone looking could tell she had it buried in the backside of the skinny, bearded man she had bent over the hood of his own vehicle.

And off to the side was Kara, holding the slut’s little blonde wife in place. There was a bright red ballgag in her mouth, and Kara’s openly grinning face was clearly visible as she toyed with the woman.

Newlyweds. Lyle and Dana Brown. Eloped to a cross country road trip honeymoon from way out of state. Their phones had already been off when the two corrupt, horny troopers pulled them over.

There was a light jab at her side. Gabrielle telling her not to react openly, Kara knew instantly. She forced herself to straighten her shoulders.

“By our estimations,” the Asian woman in the suit said,” “the two of you should have seven captives between you. Is that correct?”

A look passed between the two Troopers. It was the exact number. Six males, the only female being little Dana. Both preferred men to women, but she was fun to toy with, or at least to control her husband.

“It’s not wrong,” Gabrielle said.

“I imagine it’s getting rather difficult to hold them in your homes.”

“Cut to the chase,” Kara snapped. She was sick of beating around the bush. “What the fuck do you want?”

The woman barely reacted. “The same thing we always want,” she answered without missing a beat. “Merchandise.”

She leaned forward, lowering her already quiet voice to a near-whisper.

“From now on, when you grow tired of a specific captive, or if you take someone you have no interest in but believe will be of value, you will contact the phone number I am about to give you. A representative of my organization will pick up whichever captive that is for sale by the organization. Furthermore, you will occasionally be asked to collect specific individuals.”

She took another envelope, this one plain and white, out of her suit jacket and set it on the table. “You will, of course, be well compensated.”

Gabrielle snatched the envelope away, setting it aside without opening it.

“I’m guessing you expect to take some of them away right now.”

“We already have people at your homes,” she answered. Kara swore. “You may each select one you wish to keep, but the other five will be taken for sale. Though we must insist on taking the Browns.” She tapped the Manila folder. “Couples have been selling at a premium lately.”

So that was it, out in the open. Slave trading.

A look passed between the partners. This was probably a good thing for them, all things considered. They’d been having problems keeping their bitches from getting away lately. Too many. And they just couldn’t help it when an opportunity to drag some unwilling sucker off into their beds presented itself.

But just because it was good in the long run didn’t mean they had to like getting blackmailed into it.