Prologue
Lightning was about ready to clock out after a hard day's work. The weary woman sighed in relief and was about to check for messages on her phone, until her train of thoughts got interrupted. Her office door opened, waking her up from the boredom of finishing the paperwork.
"Farron, you got a new objective for tomorrow." Amodar, her robustly built higher up, plopped a file on her desk. "It's gonna be a drug bust, so gather up the bodies and get mentally prepared for it. We finally found him, that damn piece a' shit. Move in at morning, the less casualties the better." He pointed a finger. "Got that, officer?" He added, his voice gruff.
Crossing her arms, the policewoman wryly added. "You got it, sir." As Lightning examined the file, a look of curiosity crossed her face. "He's bunking in the rich side of town? Idiot."
Amodar chuckled and grabbed a chair. Crossing his arms, he grinned. "Always the hard-ass, Farron. I heard you got into a scuffle earlier today. Punk gave you any trouble?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle, sir. He did manage to land one on my stomach, but I knocked him out right afterwards. He couldn't even see it coming." Becoming a little impatient, the woman glanced at the clock, showing it was already 11 pm.
"Ah, don't wanna keep you here all night. Good work today." Amodar got up and waved as he walked away. "Get over here 5 am sharp tomorrow, you'll need to teach the men their formations. Get your sleep tonight, officer."
"Yes sir." Lightning mindlessly dragged herself to finalize everything for the night before heading towards her car. She was about to open the door when a voice dripping with an exotic accent filled her ears.
"Oi! You dropped something, lady!"
Lightning wasn't naïve. That line, really? Come on. She was an attractive woman, who was alone in the dark. Preparing herself for a possible confrontation, the pale woman hurriedly turned around, annoyed. It was hard to see the dark figure, but as soon as it stepped under the street light, a tall, dark haired woman emerged, handing Lightning her pink wallet. The stranger was slightly taller than herself, Lightning observed, and a chain of laughter erupted from the brunette, which annoyed Lightning even more. Was she mocking her? It was already a stressful day, and she didn't have to deal with irritating bystanders. She coldly grabbed her wallet and said 'Thank you', to which the stranger quirked a thin eye brow at.
"What a surprise, an ok-looking woman too good to be genuinely grateful." Sarcasm was evident.
The words hit Lightning like a knife to the chest, but she didn't know why. She usually brushes off shit-talk easily. She had to, if she wants to survive her profession. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." That sounded cold. The tall, dark and mysterious stranger flipped up her hood and stuffed her hands into her jacket pocket, then started walking away the same direction she came, leaving Lightning to stare at her feminine wallet, then back to the disappearing back of the black figure.
X X
"Auntie, you're home!"
A blur of pink attacked Lightning's right leg, making the woman walk with what seems like a hundred pounds worth of burden on her. "Evan, get off me now! Where's your mom so she can scold you?" Lightning mock-scolded the little boy, ruffling his spiky, pink hair. Evan eventually unclasped himself off of his aunt and ran straight to the kitchen, where Serah's screams were heard.
"What did I say about bothering Aunt Claire when she just got out of work? She's exhausted, Evan!" Clankings of pans and other kitchen utensils were mashed with the little boy's rowdiness.
"Sorry, mommy! I just wanna play with Aunt Claire…."
Poking her head out of the kitchen, Serah cheerfully greeted Lightning, who was taking off her boots on the couch. "Hey there, sis. Rough night?"
Lightning scowled as she turned on the TV. The couch had sunken her in, and for the first time in the day, she was finally able to relax. "Don't even get me started." She started flipping channels until a comedy showed. "It was hectic and tomorrow's going to get worse. How long is Evan staying with you?"
"Ummm, until next weekend. And I'm planning on making every second count. I hate the idea of giving him back to that deadbeat dad of his." Serah rolled her eyes as she set the table for the three of them. Evan decided to sit next to his aunt, who had her legs crossed and her aura telling him 'Do not fuck with me'. But kids will be kids.
"Lightning!"
"What?"
"Don't make my kid cry, for god's sake!"
"I was only kidding, Serah. Here, have your cookie back."
X X
After dinner and saying her goodnight to Serah and Evan, Lightning headed towards the shower and get rid of the day's muck and grime. Her job was mostly physical, beating up the baddies and the likes, with the side of tedious paperwork to close the case. Stress was getting to her recently. She rubbed her hands against her body to rinse the soap away from her skin, feeling the smoothness. A slight moan of satisfaction escaped her lips when she pinched one of her tender, pink nipples. Her other hand started to move downwards until it touched her wet folds, the shower water dripping from her body. She teased her sensitive nub while inciting mild pain to her nipples, which added to the good feeling down there. Lightning's breath started to hasten when she started fantasizing about a lover. Kissing her, touching her, fucking her. Her fingers slowly penetrated her, thrusting in and out gently at first. Her growing wetness and the shower water lubricated her moving slender digits. Lightning stifled her growing moans when her fingers' rhythm started to go faster, plunging into her and against her walls as if it was another person doing her the favor. She needed this. A stress relief, of some sort. Feeling her climax coming closer, the policewoman grabbed on to the shower handle while her other hand pumped deeper until the pleasure was uncontainable. Her gasps and moans erupted, yet she skillfully muffled herself with her palm. Her fingers' pace slowed down to gently bring Lightning back down from her orgasm. She cleaned herself up afterwards and went to sleep.
X X
"Group 1, go in the back and kick the door if you have to. The rest will follow and provide back up. Group 2, you all come with me. We deal with the front. Group 3, stay outside and guard the perimeter. We shoot to kill. Repeat."
"WE SHOOT TO KILL!"
"Alright, men." Lightning gestured two fingers towards the mansion. "Try not to get yourselves killed, and lunch is on me."
Cocking their rifles, the squads of 3 stealthily surrounded the wealthy lot. It was still dark outside and luckily no dogs were around. Lightning and her group crouched as they approached the front. Looking inside the windows, Lightning signaled her comrades. The door swung violently when Lightning's kick worked effectively, a line of five heavily armed people walking behind her, ready for anything.
Five thugs, sitting in a circle with a table full of knives, guns and sack after sack of cocaine, hurriedly grabbed their firearms.
"Shit! How'd they find us?"
"This is a drug bust! You're all under arrest for possession of illegal narcotics!"
X X
To be continued…
