Tatum reveals what happened questioning Tara. Tatum's new found fame is spreading and Sarah pins her suspect. Contains sexual content!
Tatum drove Sarah home, she wanted to hear her out about her suspect but she had a lot on her mind.
"You have to trust me on this. Every time this happens there's always two killers, right?" Sarah was too anxious to notice Tatum's face.
"I'll write it down at your place, ok?"
Sarah calmed down a second and looked at her, "Are you alright?"
Tatum sighed, "Not exactly the questioning I was hoping for but I did get Tara's statement."
Sarah froze, "What did she say?"
Tatum bit her lip, "Well..."
Tara couldn't get over how Bimbo Cop was not only real but she was in her room; Tara was on so much morphine she had trouble determining what was actually happening most of the time, for all she knew she was in her own bedroom or lying on a cloud in the sky.
Tatum stayed at her bedside with her notepad open, Tara couldn't get over her fingerless gloves; Tatum even maintained her coolness by keeping her shades on, tipping them so she could see her pen on the paper. Tara grabbed one of her fingerless gloved hands and caressed it, "Wow!"
"Um, Tara," Tatum cleared her throat, "Can you focus for me, please?"
"Ok..."
"I need to know what you remember."
"You're so beautiful," Tara poked at her hair, she felt her blonde bangs slip between the fingers of her one uninjured hand.
Tatum took her hand delicately and tried putting it back at her side on the bed but Tara thought in her dazed state that Tatum wanted her to touch her breast.
"Honk! Honk!" Tara giggled.
"Whoa! Uh!" Tatum would've laughed herself but she needed to keep things professional.
It was hard to get Tara to stop doing that, she kept laughing and moving; Tatum was scared her tied shirt might come loose or tear.
"Tara, tell me about the attack," She grabbed a firm hold of her arm and made her look at her, Tara was listening, but just when it looked like she might be taking things serious she got caught up in a laughing fit, "Tara?"
"Can you sit on my face?" Her smile was like that of Harley Quinn.
Tatum frowned, this was far beyond her, Tara wasn't going to cooperate, the Chief was going to hate this, he wanted a statement and he probably wouldn't accept the excuse that this young woman was high as a kite; Tatum needed to prove herself.
"Tara, please, what's it going to take? The Chief is going to have my ass!"
Tara's eyes widened, she perked right up, "You'll show me your ass?!"
Tatum was taken aback, "What?"
"I'll tell you everything. Just do a little dance and strip! I wanna see it!"
She was drooling, not in her right frame of mind but Tatum wanted to get this done and in the books, "Tara, I don't think you want to see it..."
Tara slid her hand down down the empty space of Tatum's cleavage, this made the woman shiver, "I want to see everything," Tara said this in a sultry tone.
Tatum rolled her eyes, 'Fuck it!' she thought. No music but Tara said she'd help her with that, she made some noises that would suggest a slow snare drum of a woman slowly stripping. Tatum closed the door, she stood at the end of the bed and started unbuttoning her top, Tara was already excited.
Tatum found her cute, she couldn't help but smile, she tossed her top at her; Tara reached with her bandaged hand, straining herself for a second causing Tatum to stop but Tara continued the music. Tatum swayed her hips, walking to the wall and walking back to the bed, she lifted the straps of her red thong with her thumbs so they were visible outside her short shorts.
Tara fanned herself, she hooted for more. Tatum unbuttoned the front of her shorts, teasing with the reveal; she was actually having fun doing this, it was so messed up but she was honestly making this girl's day. 'I could've been a stripper in another life'. Tatum did the catwalk thing again, this time walking back closer to the wall she stopped and shimmied out of those brown tan short and kicked them into a corner. Tara's eyes were about to fall out, she'd never seen such lovely fat cheeks; Tatum was loving this kind of attention, she decided to give one of her cheeks a little smack just for her, knowing it might shake a little. When she turned around to bow she thought she'd need a shovel to pick up Tara's jaw. Finally she able to get her statement, she knew she wasted enough time in there and had to get going but Tara kept grabbing at her.
"Encore! Encore!"
Tatum knew she really shouldn't but she kind of liked doing it, "Well...Ok but I've got to be quick!"
Tara started making the mouth music again, Tatum stood at the foot of the bed again and moved her body...
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Tara's nurse stormed in, older and no nonsense, she'd have a lot of questions about why this woman in her underwear was doing dancing erotically for this patient.
"It's fun!" Tara said, carefree, "Come sit down!"
"It's not what it looks like!"
"GET OUT! NOW! I'M CALLING SECURITY!"
Tatum gathered her clothes, with her short barely on she ran with her shorts in hand, she ran out into the hallway getting immediate whistles and catcalls.
"Bye-bye, Bimbo Cop," Tara said, drifting off again.
Tatum didn't want to tell Sarah all of the details but she was sure word was going to travel fast about this.
"Oh. My. God."
"I know..."
Sarah laughed, she laughed so hard she couldn't breathe, Tatum didn't want to but soon she was doing it and kept going until there were tears in her eyes.
"That's awesome."
"Stripping for a victim to get their statement?" Tatum thought of how that was going to come back to haunt her later.
"Yeah," Sarah smiled, "It's like your whole life is becoming fanfiction."
Defiantly out of character for her, she started coming around just imagining what other insanity she could get into as this degenerate cop she turned herself into, "I guess it was pretty awesome."
"I can't believe Tara squeezed your boob!"
"Neither can I," Tatum winced, still feeling her tight grip on her.
"So there is a Ghostface. Or Ghostfaces..." Sarah never got to continue that sentence when both saw the news vans in front of Tatum's house.
"Whoa," said Sarah, "I think you went viral," Tatum couldn't believe it, her antics really were the talk of the town and beyond, "Tatum, that's TMZ!"
"Shit," she pulled over, seeing those people and cameras was turning her into her self-conscious high school past, "What do I do?"
Sarah thought it was kind of funny how a police officer can be camera shy and she was literally asking a teenager how to solve her problems, "WWBCD?"
"Huh?"
"What Would Bimbo Cop Do?"
Tatum smiled, enough to give her a little bit of confidence; Sarah could wait going home, she didn't mind hanging around to see this. Tatum pulled up in front of her house and all eyes were on her, everyone flooded her with questions including a familiar face, Gale Weathers.
"Are you really Tatum Riley?"
"She was said to have been killed off in the original massacre."
"No, that was only in the movie," Tatum answered, "I'm very much alive."
"Do you think they'll bring you back for Stab 9?"
Tatum shrugged, "Well I guess they'll have to see if they can get the original actress back."
"What do you think of the recent controversy? Many parents are concerned that you're not a very good role model to the young women."
"I never asked to be a role model," Tatum sneered.
"What about Tara Carpenter? Is it true she was attacked by a new Ghostface?"
"The Chief of police will release a statement to the public soon. I know everyone wants answers. I was just at the hospital to see Tara, she's alive but she has a long road to recovery," she touched her breast, still kind of tender; Sarah saw this and chuckled. When they started snapping pictures Tatum did these poses and even danced a little, she was enjoying this 15 minutes of fame, answering questions about empowerment and sexuality. Sarah was the only one who saw all the Woodsboro girls sneak out from behind Tatum's house, there they were all crouched down like they were a squad of Navy Seals; she swore they were holding bunches of bras and panties. Sarah couldn't believe Kimberly or Judy was doing this, they never used to hang out with Amber or Becca, they were book smart, did extra curricular activities and actually cared about the community.
When Sarah locked eyes with Amber she was out of the car, she ran up to her, blocking her path of escape, "AMBER!"
"Raimi? What are you doing here? What were you doing with Bimbo Cop?"
Sarah shoved her, she wanted to put her on the ground but Becca and Shelly held her back before she had the chance to so much as claw her eyes out. Tatum ran right over when she heard Sarah's screams, not Amber's, she pushed the reporters out of the way to check the scene.
"Keep filming!" Gale instructed her cameraman.
"Sarah!" Tatum took over for the girls wrangling in the stronger than she looked girl.
"She's nuts! I want her arrested!" Amber cried out, backing away from her like she was a rabid dog.
"She did it! She attacked Tara! She tried to kill her!" Sarah didn't struggle when Tatum held her.
"What?!" Amber couldn't believe this accusation.
"Yeah, what?" Judy said, she looked to her friends who were just as clueless.
"No way! Where's your proof?!"
"You hated Tara! Because she turned you down!"
"Turned me down? What the hell are you talking about?" Amber was done with Sarah, "Officer Riley, please get this psycho away from me please! I think she's hysterical."
"Yeah, if anyone did that to Tara it was her anyway," said Becca confident in her finger pointing.
"That's enough girls now go home!"
"But...," Amber wanted something to be done about her but Tatum wasn't having it.
"Now!" Tatum watched the girls scatter like chickens, she was too late to notice something important they were taking off with, "Is that my underwear?"
Tatum walked Sarah to her doorstep, Sarah knew she screwed up, "I'm sorry, I just lost control."
"I know you're upset but we can't just accuse anyone without any solid evidence."
Sarah sighed, "I know. But I know Amber, she hated Tara's writing, she's the one who told her to ditch it, to ditch me."
Tatum hated seeing her like this, "Anyone home?"
Sarah shrugged, "Mom won't be home for about an hour."
A devious smile spread across Tatum's face, "That gives us plenty of time."
Sarah frowned, "Plenty of time for what?"
Tatum grabbed hold of Sarah's shirt and held kissed her, her sultry lips on hers! Tatum pushed her inside of the house and shut the door. Sarah was so overwhelmed she tore Tatum's shirt off and her own. Tatum carried her into the living room and dropped her on the couch, the bra came off, she climbed on top of Sarah and let her breasts fill her hands. Sarah felt them up, massaging them, letting her pinkish nipples get hard, Tatum threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning at the feeling. Sarah's top was torn open by the might of Tatum's callused hands, she sucked on Sarah's perfectly round and perky tits. Sarah's hands reached down to the small of Tatum's back and pulled her out of those shorts, she squeezed her ass roughly, clawing at it with her fingers like it was her prey. Tatum slid her out of her pants and dry humped her as she kissed her with passion. Sarah moaned, she wanted more, she wanted this to go on. With some encouragement she made Tatum sit on her face in a 69, the thing came off and Sarah licked her with her incredibly long tongue, taking in all of Tatum's cream. Tatum touched her virgin pussy, burying her face in it and using her tongue every which way until they both came...
Tatum backed away from her laptop screen; did she just read what she thought she did? She had dropped Sarah off not even an hour ago and someone posted this to the forum. It was so smutty, so exploitive. She knew she wasn't the only one who read it, this could be huge, would people really think they did this? Sarah may be right, her life was turning into fanfiction. Poor Sarah, she had to do something, it didn't give her last name but people were going to suspect her for sure.
She got a call on her cellphone, it was Deputy Hoss, "Tatum?"
"Hey, what's up?" She tried to control her voice from cracking.
"What are you doing right now?"
"Uh, nothing."
"We've got a missing person. Chief wanted you on site...um with pants on."
Tatum laughed nervously, "Yeah no problem. Wait who is it?"
"It's Amber. Amber Freeman."
Tatum was taken aback, "Amber?"
"Can you come to her place? It's officially a crime scene after what we found."
"Um, yeah...," Tatum wasn't sure what to think now, the fact her house was a crime scene didn't sound good and the fact her and Sarah were seen by everyone about to have a fight wasn't looking good either.
"You know where she lives?"
"Yes. Yes. I'll be right over. I'll be there in 5, Hoss."
"Thanks."
Tatum got off the phone, she texted Sarah and told her, said she'd check on her. No way she was involved, she couldn't possibly be.
To be continued!