Claire is up to some shenanigans at this one. Exhibitionism/public sex lies ahead... so fair warning! How will our straight-laced commissioner react?

Chapter title inspired by "Sex in Crazy Places" by Gucci Mane

After their amazing weekend together, Jim began to think about longer term arrangements as the work week wore on. Waking up every morning, their naked bodies pressed against each other, seeking out one another's warmth— instead of waking up every morning with a raging hard on from thinking about her. He'd love to have slow, lazy morning sex. Hell, he'd love to have slow, lazy all day sex again, only stopping for snacks, every weekend, just like those glorious two days after the ball. He was hopelessly in love and craving every aspect of Claire Greene.

Work had kept him busy all day Monday and Tuesday. They'd gone to a wine event at the club on Wednesday that ran rather late, especially with the short scene they'd enjoyed afterward. Mistress had been in rare form with her flogger, and Toy welcomed submission after the stress of the past couple of days. Thursday they were supposed to have dinner, but Claire had a headache and had called him to cancel when he was out in the field. That had left him with a nagging doubt that even though they'd declared their love for each other, things still might be complicated. Couldn't she just pop a couple Tylenol and come over for him to cuddle her on the couch? But he'd just texted her back that he loved her and hoped she felt better. Which brought them to today.

Rolling out of bed, Jim shuffled into the shower to relieve himself. He needed to be in the right frame of mind for the big day ahead. The cadets from this semester were graduating before the holidays, and he had to give a big speech. God, he hated big speeches. And Claire wouldn't even be there. She said she had a dentist appointment this morning and would be unavailable.

He stumbled through his morning routine— shower, a fresh shave, and breakfast— before making his way to his closet to take out his freshly laundered dress blues. He pulled the plastic wrap off, tossing it into the trash before removing the starched uniform from the metal hanger. He really wished Claire could see him in his uniform. He didn't get many opportunities to wear it, and truth be told, he always felt quite handsome in it. With a sigh, Jim got into his car and headed to the station — hardly in the mood he needed to be in to address a crowd.

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Claire was thrilled for her little surprise for Jim. She had told him she had a dentist appointment, wanting him to be disappointed with her missing him on such a special day. He was so cute when he was disappointed; it almost made her want to confess her plan. But she wouldn't. This would be much more delicious if he wasn't expecting her. After their tryst in the closet before Thanksgiving, Claire had been searching for the perfect opportunity to experiment further.

She dressed herself quickly, needing to arrive before too many people got there in order to pull this off. She hopped into her car and hurried inside, getting herself into position. Now all she had to do was wait.

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The room was warm— too warm despite the ceiling fans and the early-December date. There were just too many people for a room of this size. Or was it nerves? One of the last times Jim was in a crowd, a complete psychopath had shot him. But there weren't psychopaths around— at least fewer, with the Dent Act securing so many of them in Blackgate. He was safe. He just needed to relax. He looked out into the sea of blue— young men and women who were graduating today and would be the next generation of Gotham PD. He became proud in that moment, all trepidation cast aside.

When it was his turn to speak, he walked up to the podium, adjusting the microphone for his height. He cleared his throat and began his speech.

The man looked good, she gave him that. From her position, Claire couldn't really see him until he got closer to the podium. He looked so sexy in his hat; the shine from the brim was stunning, exactly matching the shine of his shoes. His uniform was tight fitting and so dark it was almost black. But affecting her most deeply were his crisp, white gloves. She had grown to love Jim's hands; their size, their shape, and more importantly, what he could do with them.

Claire figured if she got caught, she could always blame technical difficulties. She was just checking the wires for the mic, right? She smiled deviously as she waited for his speech to start.

Jim nestled against the podium, placing a white gloved hand on each edge, gripping it as he stared down at his speech.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I am extremely proud to commemorate the graduating class of fall 2010!"

Jim paused as the audience applauded. He found himself thankful for the noise, as he was startled by something between his legs. He let out a yelp that thankfully went unnoticed as the cheering continued. He took a small step backwards, looking down to see two delicate little hands reaching for his zipper, peeking out from the curtain of fabric that hung from the podium.

Fucking Claire.

Jim could not believe the nerve of this woman! What had gotten into her? Here he was, giving a huge speech in front of a large number of law enforcement and their families, and she was inside the damn podium. How on earth had she managed that? He loved her, but damn. His face flushed, panic starting to erase the words he'd emblazoned in his memory in preparation for today.

He felt her tug on his pants a bit, forcing him against the podium as the crowd quieted. He'd have to keep going; there was no way he could pull her out of there without drawing attention. This was going to totally suck. He was just thankful there was a curtain to keep her hidden. Public displays in Wayne's licentious establishment were at least legal; this particular one was about the riskiest move she could make. As nervous as she'd been about them being outed at the ball, Jim had to seriously question her judgment.

Who was he kidding? This had been a huge fantasy of his, and he had told her as much one night in the club where she'd massaged him and asked him to divulge a secret desire or two. Well, maybe the fantasy wasn't exactly like this. The rogue hand job at a staff meeting was a much more tame fantasy and one he liked to indulge in frequently during his relief sessions in the shower. But this?

Naughty, naughty Claire.

Claire ran her fingernails over his thighs as he spoke... up and down... up and down. Teasing him and making his cock twitch as she got closer to his placket.

"As I began thinking about what I would like to say to this graduating class, I struggled to decide how many 'back in my day' stories to tell, or how many embarrassing stories from my own academy days to sprinkle in..."

The audience laughed, allowing Claire the opportunity to pull down his zipper and remove his hardening length. She provided one long, flat lick from base to tip, and she felt his knees buckle as she heard a gasp.

With his voice quivering a bit, Jim continued: "But then I was reminded of the Greek philosopher Socrates. This man was very intelligent. But he also gave really long speeches. His life was ended by his friends one day. So, in order to not have my fate end the same way, I will keep this brief."

Claire continued to lick his length, swirling around his tip, just the way he liked. His voice hitched a couple times as he continued talking. She used her lips to cover her teeth as she gently nipped at the base of his cock, causing the commissioner to tense his thighs. She giggled a bit before swiftly swallowing his length.

Jim squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying his hardest to not cum in front of everyone. He wanted to be angry with her, but he was conflicted. Her hot little mouth working over his rock hard cock in front of all these people was so... exposing. So vulnerable. Part of him loved it- the part that sometimes grew exhausted from playing by the book. He just hoped she'd either speed up and finish him off while he could get away with feigning emotion, or slow down and hold off until he was done talking. It seemed Claire made the decision for him, as he felt her bob her head faster and deeper.

Claire could taste the salty precum that was leaking from him. She sucked harder and licked more frequently, wanting to get him off as quickly as possible. She loved the idea of exhibitionism, but not so much the consequences. She truly didn't have any desire to get caught blowing the police commissioner in front of everyone. It was a mind-blowing inner conflict: the fear she'd felt back at Thanksgiving about losing her job taking a backseat to this conquering inner voice saying, "Calm the fuck down... I've got this. Enjoy it." She missed part of his speech as she focused on her licking, sucking, and sweet, sweet torture of the man she loved.

"The community can expect that each one of us will respond to EVERY call..." Claire had hit a particularly sensitive spot just then, and Jim couldn't help but raise his voice a bit.

Claire couldn't let that type of opportunity pass, so she decided to try again.

"...using procedural justice. We will remain unbiased by not taking sides, explaining and giving
others a VOICE."

She's doing that on purpose now, the minx!

"We will be transparent in EVERYTHING we do and, we WILL be fair. We will respond with CARE and empathy when dealing with youth, and understand the value and importance of using all the resources available to us. We want to build a SAFER neighborhood and community."

He was so close now, afraid he'd break off a piece of the podium with his hard grasp. He tried casually to move his right hand, lowering it below the podium to rest it on Claire's head. He slowly... ever so slowly... started thrusting inside her mouth. He could make this last bit of his speech sound more emotional than it needed to be as Claire brought him over his threshold. Unable to help himself, he fisted his gloved hand into her hair, gripping hard. This was tougher than he had been with her in the past. He held her in place, testing her own breath control as Mistress had done for him in the past.

"We will FULLY take on the name of COPS... which stands for Community Oriented Police Officers. We will stand up for our COMMUNITY." He thrusted deeper. "Our RIGHTS." He was close... one more should do it. "And..."

Oh, God. She was going to pay for this.

"... for our LOVED ONES."

Jim exploded inside of Claire's mouth as the graduates stood and clapped. He rode out his orgasm as he felt her throat squeezing his length, milking every drop of cum from his spent member. Once he was fully soft, she tucked him back in his pants and zipped him back up. A few moment of delirium passed as the crashing waves receded and the adrenaline in his brain simmered back down into a functional level. With a deep breath, Jim took out a pen he had in his pocket and quickly scribbled something on the back of his speech before tucking it beneath the podium for Claire to grab. Mistress thought she wore the pants today, clearly, even though he guessed she was probably in a sexy little dress. Well, she had another thought coming.

Jim slipped to the middle of the stage while someone, Claire wasn't sure who, started reading the names off for the cadets to get pinned with their badges. Claire unfolded the note, using her cellphone as a light so she could read:

My car.
After the pinning.

Claire smiled to herself, thoroughly pleased. She had a fluttering in her belly at his words. Was he angry? She'd been dying for Daddy Gordon to come back after they'd flirted a bit with the idea. She normally didn't like giving up control, but for some reason it seemed palatable with Jim. He'd earned it. The crowd erupted after the last cadet made it back to her seat. A dismissal announcement was made, and she heard the commotion as everyone left for the refreshments next door. She waited several minutes before poking her head out of the curtain and clamoring out of the back door to find Jim's car idling on the curb. She quickly got inside and turned to look at the man, grinning. Jim, on the other hand, wore no grin. He looked irate.

"Buckle up, Claire. I can't leave until you do."

She scoffed, suddenly irritated that he was annoyed with her. Surely he was just roleplaying? She quickly clicked the seatbelt and let out a huff of air.

"You lied to me about where you'd be today," Jim said softly. "And that was a risky move that could've ended my career. I was supposed to stay and congratulate the cadets and their families individually, but instead I had to leave that to Lieutenant Black and come here to deal with you. And what if there had been a security camera? I'm sure there was, in a venue like that."

He was speaking in a low, logical, and relatively calm voice. Claire almost wished he'd yell and get it over with.

"Well... I didn't completely lie. I still had someone in my mouth," she teased.

Jim frowned and kept his eyes on the road, his hands perfectly gripping the wheel at ten and two. She vaguely remembered Hans's comments calling him a responsible driver, and some German word that translated to "stick in the mud." Jim seemed firmly planted in the mud at that moment. She waited a few minutes in silence before daring to clarify his true mood.

"Jim, are you seriously mad at me? For what, blowing you?" She crossed her arms defensively.

"Yeah, that'd be why," he answered. He looked disappointed, and that broke her heart.

"Toy, don't be angry. I knew this was a fantasy of yours. I was just giving it to you. You liked being naughty, I could tell."

"No, Claire. No Mistress today. I'm very angry at you, and you have some damn manners to learn."

Claire instantly went silent, looking out her window and willing the tears that pricked her eyes to go away. They rode in silence for a long time before she started to notice they weren't going to either of their houses. The tall skyscrapers of Gotham proper gave way to the old rowhomes and low-rise tenement buildings of far East End. He was making his way to one of the easternmost bridges.

"Jim? Where are we going?" She knew the answer of course, but her escalating nerves needed to hear him say it.

"The Asylum, Princess. You're not the only one around here who can dole out a punishment."