Sheriff Gilbert dabbled in a little blackmail on the side. He kept the county pretty clean except for those few prostitutes who paid him to stay in business.
But now there was someone working his county and he had no idea who it was. He wouldn't have known except that someone passed a rumor about calling a certain number.
He was determined to put a stop to the new business.
He found out the number and a man's name and room number that went with it. Dan Jacobs. In twenty minutes Sheriff Gilbert was knocking on his door.
In another ten minutes Dan Jacobs was on his way out of the county. He had a couple of black eyes and some bruised ribs and he'd left all his pictures behind.
Sheriff Gilbert sat on the bed and turned the pictures over. He couldn't believe it. He'd expected to find pictures of well-worked prostitutes. Instead he found pictures of some of the most beautiful women in his town. Wives and church members.
The last set of pictures was of Julia Johnson and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Julia Johnson. How many times had he wanted that piece? Every time she came to town he got a hard-on watching her proud ass and those big tits.
And she was a proud, stuffy bitch that he'd known he didn't dare approach.
A slow smile came over Sheriff Gilbert's face.
"Damn," he said softly. "I'm going to fuck that bitch. I sure am."
Julia answered the phone when he called.
"Mrs. Johnson?" he asked. "This is Sheriff Gilbert. I need to come out and talk with you."
"Talk with me?" Her voice sounded alarmed. "Why do you want to talk to me?"
"Something important has come up," he said.
He almost laughed out loud at his pun. "I need to talk to you. Alone."
"I don't think that's possible," she said. "You see, I'm waiting on a phone call."
"He won't be calling today," Sheriff Gilbert said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
He heard her catch her breath before he slammed the phone down. He was already starting to sweat just thinking about her pussy. He knew she had to be sweet. And today he was going to find out just how sweet.
He wrapped the pictures up and locked them in his briefcase in the trunk.
It took him less than ten minutes to drive out from town. Julia Johnson met him at the door. She was really finelooking. Her long hair was combed down to her ass. She wore a loose fitting robe but he caught a glimpse of blue panties when she opened the door for him.
"I hope this won't take long," she said. "I really do have an appointment."
"Fix me a drink," Sheriff Gilbert said. "I'd fix yourself one, too.