The Woman in Blue

The next day, Dale found Misha sitting out on the front steps, waiting in happy anticipation of her arrival. “Hi there, sweets,” she said as she got out of the car with a shopping bag in hand. “Hi. How was work?” Dale smiled. Never did her exes seem to care about what went on in her life as much as Misha did. “Ok, I guess. Did you check out the pet store like you said you were going to?” “Sure did. I took the 1:00 bus into town and picked us out a couple of really cute critters. They’re set up in the living room in an old cage I had in one of the big boxes I moved in with.” Misha eyed the bag Dale carried. “What have you got?” “Oh,” said Dale, glancing down at the bag. “Well, since I let you in on the fact that my exes weren’t interested in branching out in bed, so to speak, and you said you were, I stopped at an adult shop on the way home.” “Oh yeah? And just what did you get on the way home, hot stuff?” Misha asked with a suggestive smile. She leaned back on one arm. Her shirt hung seductively off one shoulder while her shorts showed off her lean, supple legs. “Let’s just say I got something that’ll allow me to do something you said you’d allow me to do, along with a very wet pussy as I thought about it.” “Oh, I see. So you gonna fuck me, Officer?” Dale looked into Misha’s sparkling blue eyes and smiled lustfully as she chewed on her gum. “You bet I am, girl, you bet I am. Now, what did you get for pets—hamsters? Gerbils? Guinea pigs?” “None of the above.” Dale looked curious. “Keep guessing,” Misha said with a smile. Dale thought about it a moment, then finally said, “Well, certainly you were joking when you mentioned giant rats, weren’t you?” Misha’s smile broadened. Dale’s expression changed faster than the speed of light. “Misha, please tell me you really, seriously are joking.” Misha stood up. “Why would I be joking? Relax. Rats make great pets. Give them a chance.” Dale rolled her eyes. “I don’t believe this,” she muttered. “They say seeing is believing,” said Misha, “so come in and see.” Reluctantly, Dale proceeded to follow Misha into the house. “That was classic,” Misha giggled. “You should’ve seen the look on your face for a minute there.” “Yeah, well, you really should’ve told me first.” “I did. I told you I was going to pick up a couple of critters, and when we first discussed the issue and you asked me what I wanted to get, I did say giant rats, now didn’t I?” Dale rolled her eyes again, shook her head, and stepped into the house behind Misha, who then led her toward the back of the living room. “My God, that cage is huge!” She knew, judging by the spacing of the cage’s bars, that the rats had to be much bigger than normal. “What the hell are these things?” she asked as the two approached the cage and peered into a large pink plastic tube. “Jumbo Fancy rats. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” “Huh?” asked Dale as she stared in disbelief at the two oversized rats. “See, the brown one there—he’s Dr. Jekyll because he’s more mellow. But Mr. Hyde over there,” Misha said, pointing to Dr. Jekyll’s tan companion, “he’s got more spunk to him.” “Oh,” Dale said softly, just as one of the rats yawned, causing her eyes to bulge as wide as they could. “His teeth are this long!” she exclaimed, demonstrating the distance between her thumb and forefinger. Misha nodded knowingly. “That’s why a rat’s bite can be rather unpleasant. It’s very important never to put your fingers to their faces while they’re in their cages. Even the sweetest of rats can nip, thinking you’re handing them food, so never put your fingers up to a rat’s face.” “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, Misha, I assure you.” Misha noted that Dale still seemed rather disappointed. “Their behavior’s very dog-like. Just think of them as little puppies who resemble rats.” Dale looked at Misha as if to suggest she’d lost her mind. “Really, they’re very smart, lovable animals. Watch this. Already Dr. Jekyll’s catching on.” Misha stepped closer to the cage. “Dr. Jekyll,” she called. The large brown rat lifted its head and peered curiously at its new owner. “Come here, boy.” The rat stepped out of the tube and onto a wire shelf. “Roll over,” Misha coaxed. Much to Dale’s astonishment, the big brown rat rolled over the same way a dog would. “Good boy!” Misha praised with delight. The tan rat began to screech and snarl. Misha turned toward Dale. “Mr. Hyde still needs a rattitude adjustment, but he’ll catch on.” Dale glanced at Misha, then back to the rats, hands on her hips. She didn’t know what to think, much less what to say. Suddenly, her mind on other things, she grabbed Misha and began to tickle her furiously. “Ok, ok, stop!” screamed Misha. “You won. Stop!” Dale released her. Misha grinned. “Catch me if you can!” she sang out as she high-tailed it up the stairs, giggling. Dale grabbed her from behind at the top of the stairs and playfully tickled Misha’s belly. A few seconds later, her movements slowed, and her hand dropped even lower. Misha moaned and squirmed in pleasure against the front of Dale, spreading her legs a little wider. “Take me, Officer, take me,” she moaned in both a playful and seductive tone of voice. “Ooh, so you’d like to be my little prisoner tonight, yes?” “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” exclaimed Misha, suddenly desperate for release. “Are you sure, my little Rapunzel?” Misha moaned. Dale’s breath was hot against her neck as she slid a hand up under Misha’s short cotton skirt while the other slid up under her shirt to caress her breasts through her silky bra. Misha ran her hands along Dale’s taut arms. “Please,” she begged. “I am so, so horny! Totally hot for you, Detective Richardson. Please, make me your love slave all night long!”