Serving Lola

Life went on for Pearl. She went through the motions of drawing blood from patients during the weekdays and volunteering at the local library on weekends. She tried not to think about her ex and how lonely she was at times. She just wasn’t used to being alone. It seemed that all she had to look forward to was her next meeting with Lola, which she found rather sad. After all, she was probably the only person in the world who actually looked forward to meeting with their probation officer. But it hadn’t even been a week since their first meeting, and she wouldn’t be seeing her anytime soon. Or so she thought. The days were getting cooler and shorter. By 6 p.m., the sun had set, and the lonely night had begun. Tonight started off no differently than any other until there was a knock on her third-floor door. Pearl walked up to the door cautiously. She wasn’t expecting anyone. “Who is it?” “It’s Lola, Pearl.” Pearl slid the chain back and opened the door. “Hello.” Lola gave a curt nod and stepped past her and into her tiny apartment. “How are you tonight, Miss Avondale?” “Fine. I was just putting my dinner dishes into the dishwasher.” Lola stepped into the kitchen just to the left of the front door. “I see. An avid cook, are you?” “Yeah, you could say that. Can I get you something to drink?” “No, thank you, but I would like to have a look around the place.” “Oh, sure,” said Pearl. “It’s small but cozy, as you can see.” “Just a one-bedroom?” “Yes.” Lola inspected the apartment’s three rooms and tiny bathroom without comment. Pearl remained in the short hallway in the center. From there, she could see into each room. She watched as Lola inspected drawers and closets. While she knew a warrant wasn’t necessary, wasn’t such a deep inspection only supposed to be done during a formal search? Lola emerged from the bedroom. She was dressed in black from head to toe: black jeans, black blouse, black boots. Her burgundy lips went well with her dark brown hair and eyes. She had a sexy walk to her, with the way her hips gently swayed back and forth. She was a little too thin but otherwise gorgeous. Pearl tried not to stare, but Lola’s eyes bore into hers with a fierce magnetic force. Unable to pry her eyes from her exquisite face, she could only watch as Lola stopped just inches away from her and said, “Nice place.” Pearl smiled nervously. “Thanks, Officer. Or do I just call you Lola?” “You can call me interested,” the thirty-something PO said as she set her handbag on the kitchen counter, throwing Pearl for a loop. “Interested?” Lola nodded, gaze sweeping around the place as if to finalize her judgment of it. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.” “But you can,” Lola said in a sultry tone, “to the couch.” Now totally mystified, Pearl followed the tall, sexy brunette to her couch and took a seat next to her. “Officer… Lola… is something wrong?” “No, not at all,” said Lola matter-of-factly. “At least I don’t think so. Do you think there’s anything wrong?” “Uh… no, not at all. I don’t mind the company.” “Not used to being on your own, huh?” “No, not really. Don’t have much choice at the moment, though.” “No?” Lola asked suggestively. OK, this was really getting weird. Interesting, but weird. “Well, hopefully someone new and exciting will sweep me off my feet someday in the near future,” Pearl said with an awkward laugh. Before Pearl could react, Lola leaned in and kissed her. Despite the shock that coursed through her body, she didn’t pull away, because an even better feeling rippled through her as well—one of pure delight and desire. After a long moment, Lola pulled back and smiled, white teeth contrasting vividly against dark raspberry lips. “Wow,” Pearl said, knowing her friend would never believe her in a million years when she got around to telling her about what just happened. “Are you good at keeping secrets, Miss Avondale?” Pearl nodded. “I thought I did a pretty good job until my former habit was discovered by the police during that routine traffic stop, anyway.” A slight chuckle from Lola. Then, “Well, let’s be sure there are no more routine stops, OK?” Pearl nodded—not just because she was curious and, well, a little bit horny, but because she basically felt like she had no choice. What would happen if she said no, anyway? Things were moving so fast all of a sudden that Pearl hadn’t had time to process what was happening, and that was that her probation officer was taking her shirt off. Again, probation officers didn’t normally do this, right? A satin plum-colored bra was now visible to Pearl, and then matching panties appeared as Lola’s jeans were discarded. Pearl wasn’t sure what to do next and was almost relieved when Lola gave instructions. “How about making yourself comfortable, Pearl?” She knew what “comfortable” meant, and so she slipped her red T-shirt dress up over her head, revealing a pink bra and purple panties. Lola inspected her. “Cute.” Pearl felt herself blush with self-consciousness. “No, sexy. Very sexy.” Lola nodded with approval. Pearl simply stood there, arms across her chest, not sure what to do. “Don’t be shy,” said Lola, who began to kiss her again, working her tongue slowly down her neck and then her chest. She stopped long enough to reach behind her and unclip her bra. She then resumed the wonderful torture of her body by sucking her nipples, and soon let her tongue swirl down her tummy. Lola dropped to her knees and gently slid Pearl’s silky panties down. Pearl stepped out of them and felt herself being gently guided onto the couch. Still on her knees, Lola spread her legs and moved in between them. Pearl’s mind and body fought with one another. Her mind knew this was wrong, but her body delighted in every flick of Lola’s expert tongue. She moaned, surprised at how swiftly and strongly she climaxed. Just as she did, Lola leaned back with a satisfied smile on her face. Had she come, too? Or was her game all about seeing if she could get her off? “Oh, my!” Pearl breathed. Lola rose to her feet. “Glad you liked it.” Pearl didn’t know what to say next, so she simply slipped her panties back on as well as her dress, leaving her bra on the floor. Lola redressed herself and then, in a tone with just enough warning, said, “Remember not to let the police catch you this time, Pearl. This stays between us.” “Definitely,” Pearl lied. How could she not tell her absolute best friend on earth? Well, that was exactly what she ran to do as soon as her hot PO left her apartment.