Cuffs and Protests

By Layla Holiday

The Police Force Academy prepares you for almost everything, besides the prospect of arresting your own girlfriend when you—and the rest of the riot squad—swarm her peaceful protest.

Kat Kody is a hard-working, and capable copper, but shudders at the thought of handcuffing and detaining Elle. Kat imagines how it will feel to grab Elle’s fine wrist, swing her around, slam her against the bonnet of the car and cuff her hands behind her back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Holiday
• Release date: Oct 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370237685

Layla Holiday

Award winning—Brazilian based—Australian writer, Layla spends most days writing lesbian erotica by the pool, eating açaí and letting her dirty mind run wild.

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Cuffs and Protests

Layla Holiday

Copyright © 2017 Layla Holiday

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I can resist everything except temptation

Oscar Wilde

Chapter One

It’s hard to imagine that just six months ago—before the construction of bamboo tripods, the installation of concrete lock-on devices, the arrival of the Peace Angel and the Knitting Nannas—all the Bentley Blockade consisted of was a few dedicated women, greeting the crepuscular rays of each Bentley dawn by sitting in front of the access gate to the Scarrabelotti’s paddock.  

I never thought it would come to this. NSW Police have deployed 800 officers, and a riot squad, to swarm the camp and surround the drill site tomorrow morning. I shudder as I remember Doubtful Creek. The last thing we need is a repeat of that clusterfuck. But these guys sent up from the big smoke don’t care. They don’t get it, for them it’s simple: protesters are pests; getting in the way and wasting tax-payers’ money. I don’t know how I am going to tell Elle that I will be there tomorrow, at Bentley with her, but not beside her, that I’ll be on duty, practically working against her.

It’s going to kill her. She’s been out there since the beginning, back when it was just her and a couple of others, sitting on deckchairs, in darkness, in front of that gate, waving at traffic passing by.

I unzip my Kevlar vest and, without unbuttoning,