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Good Cop

By: UnfalteringAngelToo



The bar offered little comfort as she sat in the dimly lit corner. Her deep green eyes averted from every glance that might happen her way. Her hands that while delicate held a strength in them of someone who has had to take care of herself for quite some time now, straightened her dress. That dress, a short black number fit a bit too tight, secondhand store clothes never did fit right. It was quiet in the bar that evening, a few regulars coming and going but nothing extraordinary. She herself was not a regular but sitting in a strange bar sure beat sitting out on the streets. 

The door would open and close flooding the small bar with light from the setting sun before closing once more to plunge the room back to dim shadows. Every time that door opened she would watch the new patron with mild interest, her thoughts wondering to what they did for a living or where they lived. The door opened again and when her eyes adjusted back to be able to see who entered again, her interest was more than mild. He was tall and very handsome, the epitome of the "tall-dark-and-handsome" type. His hair was long, just past his shoulders and was as black as midnight. He walked with an air of authority as he made his way to the bar. 

If he turned just to his left he would see her blatantly staring at him so she did her best to sneak glances at him as he was handed a beer. It was obvious from the way he spoke to the barkeep that he was a regular around here. The handsome man and the bartender laughed back and fourth about something she couldn't quite hear. A few words would float over to her every now and then above the din of the jukebox that played endlessly.

"How's things at the precinct?" The barkeep asked. Oh dear lord he is a cop! She thought to herself. For some reason that made her nervous. Often as she moved from place to place in town she was stopped by the police and suspected to be a hooker. Dressed, as she was this evening, in a tight short black dress complete with thigh high stockings and high-heeled shoes, well she would have a tough time explaining how she wasn't a hooker. Her hopes were dashed of even meeting the tall-dark-and-handsome man, even though she wasn't really there to meet a guy.

Jenny felt that if she could dress up and sit in a place that she couldn't even afford a glass of beer at, that she was escaping her hopeless situation, if just for a little while. Her philosophy was that if she didn't look homeless... she wasn't, or at least she could pretend.

Slender fingers twirled a strand of wavy red hair between them as she turned to watch a couple dancing in front of the jukebox. They moved in rhythm with the music, their bodies close together, their lips meeting every now ant then. Jenny sighed wishing that someone wanted to dance with her like that.

Suddenly there was movement beside her and a tall curvy glass filled with a red frozen concoction was set before her. She was about to say she didn't order anything when she looked up at who had delivered the drink. Her heart just about stopped in her chest. The tall-dark-handsome- man stood there smiling down at her.

"Hi there. Thought you might like this. You look like a daiquiri girl to me." He smiled sending lightning bolts to her heart as her brain had a melt down.

"Oh ... uhh... thanks." She stammered sounding like a drink was the last thing she needed. Coming to her wits she managed a warm smile to him.

"You new around here? I don't remember seeing you here before." 

His cop instincts taking over with the questioning until he realized what he was doing.

"Sorry, I'm Eric." 

He blushed slightly adding to his charming look.

"Nice to meet you Erik. I'm Jenny. Yea, I'm... new around here." Jenny lied a bit. She wasn't new to the neighborhood but she was new to the bar so it was only a slight lie.

"Sorry to intrude. A pretty lady sitting by herself... well I just thought I'd say hello." He moved as if he was going to leave or something so Jenny jumped to her senses quickly. "Oh don't worry. Nothing to intrude upon. You can join me if you like?" She nodded to the empty chair beside her.

His smile would light up a room at her invitation. He thought she was distractingly beautiful with her heart shaped face, framed in red waves. Her eyes that were round and deep seemed to pull him in with every glance. Pulling out the chair he sat and began the habit of questioning again.

"You live around here? Got someone expecting you home?" OK so that wasn't such a subtle way of asking if she was attached but he thought it might work anyhow.

Jenny giggled slightly at him and that giggle sounded like soft wind chime in the breeze to his ears.

"No, no one at home." She smiled in a slight laugh as she spoke. She was tempted to add out of irony, no home either, but she didn't. She raised her drink to her lips and looked at him through thick dark lashes and over the rim of her glass. Her empty stomach protested the addition of alcohol but she ignored the sensations that found her fast. 

He nodded with a smile as she sipped his beer he had brought along too.

"What about you? Family waiting at home for your return?" She ventured to throw his same line of questioning back at him.

He chuckled and shook his head, "Nope. Married only to my work as sad as that is. My cats might be waiting for me though." His smile genuine as his eyes connected with hers once more.

They chatted about this and that, nothing too deep but they both felt the spark between them.

"Say..." Erik paused for a moment as if not quite sure how she would respond. "What do you say to going to grab a bite to eat?" He looked hopeful to her.

Jenny began to smile at the invitation but hesitated. She wondered if he was going to pay because she didn't have a dime to her name at the moment. As if sensing her worry Erik spoke up, "How 'bout we go to my place? I can whip up a mean spaghetti and we can talk without the noise of a place." He hoped he didn't sound like he was desperate or was asking her to sleep with him though he had to admit the idea had crossed his mind, he was a man after all.

Jenny had really enjoyed the talk they had been having and she did want to continue it but going to his place sounded a bit risky. She reminded herself that he was a cop and that maybe it was ok. Soon she had convinced herself that it would actually be fun to have him cook for her and boy was she hungry.

" All right." She nodded and smiled to him.

"Great. Do you want to drive and follow me or ride with me?" He asked.

"Umm... I'll just ride with you." She didn't add that she had no car to follow him in. Smiling he stood and waited for her to stand also. Reaching behind her chair Jenny grabbed her ever present, scruffy backpack that was filled to the brim and followed Erik out the door. He showed her to his small Chevy pickup and opened the door for her. 

Sliding into the truck in her short dress did little to hide the fact that she wore thigh high black stockings, a prize possession of Jenny's.

Jenny thought that she looked elegant in them and she couldn't help but notice Erik's reaction as he caught a glimpse of the lace tops of the stockings.

Closing her door she watched him as he slid into the drivers side. Sitting so close to him did little to settle the jumpy feeling in her stomach as he drove off to his apartment building. The drive was short to arrive at a moderately nice set of apartments. Leaving the truck in his spot Erik showed Jenny to his door and opened it allowing her to enter first. 

As he flipped on the light she took in the noticeably bachelor apartment. A worn couch and matching chair, a bookcase filled with books and a small entertainment center were just about the only inhabitants of the room. Suddenly she felt something at her ankles, Looking down Jenny saw a beautiful calico cat.

"Oh aren't you a pretty kitty." She cooed as she bent down to scoop the kitty in her arms. Erik smiled and headed for the kitchen to begin cooking.

"Make yourself at home. Have a seat of turn on the tube if you want."

Jenny set the kitty down on the couch and went to the bookcase. Her fingers glided over various titles and she wondered at the erotic sounding titles of some of the volumes. She was too sleepy for reading and television wasn't interesting to her. 

She heard his efforts in the kitchen and slowly moved to where she was leaning at the doorframe watching him. He was stirring the sauce when he caught her watching him. Bringing the large spoonful to his lips he tasted it then moved to hold it out for her to taste.

"Try it, tell me what you think."

Jenny let the spoon touch her slightly parted lips before she licked the sauce off of them. "Mmm... that is wonderful!"

Erik beamed at the compliment and at the way she licked her lips. Soon he was setting two plates heaped with spaghetti and two glasses of wine on the coffee table in the living room. He took a moment to light a few candles before he settled next to her on the floor.

"It may not be fancy but it's something." He said almost apologetically.

"Oh I think it is great." Jenny had to control the urge to dive in and pig out. It had been days since she had a full meal and she was ravenous. They ate in silence for a while, mainly because Jenny was too busy eating to talk.

"You know, it won't go anywhere if you slow down." Erik teased her lightly.

Jenny looked up to him in embarrassment for a moment before lowering her eyes. She reached for her drink and forced herself to take a slow sip.

"It's just... well it is so good and I haven't had a meal like this in a while." Jenny confessed after the sip of wine.

"I figured as much." He chuckled slightly embarrassed at the compliment.

Her eyes widened and she paled just a bit. "You figured?" Perhaps he had guessed her not so well hidden homeless status after all.

He nodded, "Well you must not have eaten Italian lately, mine's not the best in town." He teased her slightly.

Relieved at what he meant she smiled, "Well, it's the best to me."

His smile matched her own in brightness as their eyes held each other for a moment. Erik cleared his throat quietly as if any noise would be better than the sudden silence. Jenny glanced down at her plate and began to eat once more. 

Soon both had finished off their food and a couple glasses of wine. Jenny leaned back against the couch; glass in hand after he had refilled it once more. The combination of food, wine and his handsome presence sent a tingling sensation over her body. She had long since kicked off her high heels and now as she stretched out a stocking clad foot, rising toes to play with the leg of his pants she cocked her head to him and asked, "So, what is it you do again?"

Erik leaned back next to her, his eyes following her leg to the toes that rubbed just below his knee. Clearing his throat almost nervously he said, "I'm a cop."

"Ohhh, one of the good guys eh?" She teased a bit as she took another sip from her now half- empty glass. She giggled as his eyes noticeably lingered on the low cut neckline of her tight dress. Her full round breasts showed proudly from the black material that pushed them together nearly spilling them from their confines.

"Umm... yea... I guess you could say that." Erik stammered a bit as he moistened his lips, eyes moving reluctantly to look into hers.

Jenny was feeling quite at ease with the tall-dark- and –handsome stranger. She set her glass on the table near by letting her finger trace around the rim of the glass as she looked out of the corner of her eyes at him, "But you're not... always good, are you?"

Her question full of hints and innuendo as her finger dipped into her wine then was brought up to her full lips. Pink tongue darted out to lick at her finger before taking it into her mouth to quickly suck off the remaining wine. Erik's eyes grew wider as the corners of his lips turned up in a slow smile. "I'm always good at what I do." Erik replied, his words dripping with the same innuendo. 

Jenny leaned her head back on the edge of the couch. Her long red hair fell over the side of her face but before she could reach to move it Erik's large hand was delicately brushing silken strands back. Jenny's breath caught in her throat as she felt his strong fingers caress down her temple to her jaw line. His hand slowly pulled away, having revealed her face and exposed her neck to his view. His eyes took up caressing where his fingers had left off, tracing down her neck to her cleavage. The silence between them was broken as he said quietly. "You're a very beautiful woman Jenny."

She smiled at him as he blushed again. "I'm glad you approve." She retorted sending them both to laughing. Erik moved just a bit closer to her, his size almost towering over her small frame," I uhh... I didn't ask you here just to uhh... well... try to sleep with you." He tried to explain himself cursing himself all the while for sounding foolish. Jenny giggled at his nervousness and raised a hand to toy with the buttons at his shirt. Her expression while seeming innocent enough held playful eyes that traced over his form in a lustful manor. 

"Maybe not... but things change right?" Her big deep green eyes looked up to him as she drew even closer to him. Her fingers moved up his chest to tap on his chin before lightly tracing his lips. Her actions set his mind to ease that his attentions would not be regarded as too forward. 

Erik gently placed a hand on her knee loving the feel of her beneath those stockings. Slowly his hand traveled up her thigh until it reached the hem of her short dress. All the while their eyes had been locked upon each other in a conversation of shared wants. 

Erik's other hand went to cup the side of Jenny's face slowly pulling her to him. Lips tasting of wine met in a slow first kiss as his hand moving to the back of her head to be buried in red waves to hold her to him. The kiss did not break but intensified as lips parted to allow tongues to meet and taste. 

Jenny set to work slowly unbuttoning his shirt revealing toned muscles and smooth tanned skin. His hand at her thigh slipped under the hem of her dress to slowly move to feel the tops of her stockings. With his hand moving up her dress had been pushed up so that when he finally broke the kiss his eyes beheld the tops of her milky white thighs held in black lace. His eyes filled with a fiery lust looked down at her as his voice huskily whispered, "You are the most sexy woman I have ever seen." 

With that his lips dipped down to her neck licking and kissing. The hand that once held the back of her head slid down to press her back, holding her to him tightly. Her hand went to the back of his neck entangling fingers in his long hair and urging his lips in their endeavors. Jenny's other hand pushed his shirt out of the way until fingertips brushed over his nipples lightly. A soft moan was voiced against her neck as she felt his teeth rake against her skin.

"Oh god..." whispered breathlessly from her lips as his hand on her thigh reached down and under her leg to cup her ass firmly. With his hands at her back and ass Erik easily lifted Jenny up and placed her on his lap. She quickly pulled at her dress raising it so that her legs could straddle his and she could sit facing him. Ravenously hungry kisses came as lips met again. 

Hands groped, feeling for flesh both clothed and naked. Erik drove his tongue deep into her warm mouth as his hands lowered the zipper to her dress. Jenny backed off from the kiss pulling her dress up over taught stomach and yanking it over full mounds. She threw her dress down and sat straight on his lap. Erik looked up and down her now black thin lace bra covered breasts to her black lace covered womanhood. 

The rise in the bulge at his pants was very considerable as she shook her hair back so it wouldn't hide her from his gaze. His hands slowly cupped around her large breasts, thumbs stroking at nipples that poked up under lace covering. Jenny bit her bottom lip savoring his touch and the hardening of her nipples.

Erik slid a finger up to her shoulder and tucked it under the strap of her bra. Slowly he pulled it down repeating that action on the other shoulder. Lowering his lips to her collarbone he kissed his way across her chest and then back to the valley between her breasts. His tongue licked down into that valley as far as the lace would allow. In a quick motion he had released the catch of her bra at her back and watched as it fell away. Now her breasts stood out naked and pointing to him. The light pink of areolas wrinkled into darker pink peaks of nipples that he eagerly took first one side then the other into his mouth. 

Jenny moaned and sighed at his sucking her breasts so intently. Her hips had met his as she slowly ground her lace into his pants. She felt his rock hard erection on the sensitive folds of her moistening womanhood as he continued lavishing attention on her breasts.

"Please... oh... I have to do something." She sat back on him, her longing eyes meeting his slightly bewildered blues. She looked down as if to direct his gaze to where her hands were working to free his cock from his khaki pants. Nimble fingers worked until his pulsing manhood was able to stand out throbbing at her. His slightly harder breathing told of his want of her fingers to continue stroking his hardness. 

Slowly Jenny slid her body down until her lips rested hovering above bulbous head. The feel of her hot breath was enough to send his head falling back on the couch behind him and his fingers intertwining in her hair. Soft lips kissed the top of the head sending shivers through Erik spine.

"Oh god..."

He breathed heavily as her mouth slowly engulfed his erection. Her tongue swirled and played around his thickness as she moaned approval at his growing hardness. Her eyes widened as he began to sink down on him. He was very long and thick so in no time her mouth was full of hot throbbing manhood. She pushed past any reflexes to let him slide down her throat some. Even then there was enough of his cock left for three fingers to wrap around and pump.

Erik was slipping into heavenly bliss as the half naked beauty began to slowly bob and suck on his cock. He could feel her breasts bump into his thighs each time she went down and when he raised his head to watch her he saw her heart shaped firm ass stuck up in the air. He groaned as she worked on him a bit harder now, going as deep as she could on his 9 inches while tightening her suction around him. Seeing her ass, clad in black lace and stuck up as it was he licked his lips and had an idea.

"I'm gonna move babe... move with me."

He placed his hands on her sides to help guide her as he slid to the side and lay down on the floor at the foot of the couch. She moved so that she didn't stop her sucking him as he spread out his legs beside her then leaned back. His hands to her sides urged her to turn around so that his hands could slide to her legs and guide them to straddle his chest. When she complied all while happily sucking his cock, Erik pulled her ass back and down some until his tongue met her lace covered pussy.

Jenni knew she was dripping wet and when his tongue touched her soaked panties she jumped and moaned. She shuddered and widened the stance of her knees to place her pussy closer to his lips. Erik tongued her panties once more drinking in the flavor of her then burred his nose in the wet fabric as well. 

His hands reached up and deftly ripped away the moist lace that stood in his way of devouring her. She whimpered at his show of strength and lust stopping her efforts for a moment of sheer pleasure as his tongue drove into her wet folds. Erik wasted no time in seeking out her clit and sucking on it while flicking that bud with his tongue. Jenni grinded her hips on his face and nearly swallowed his cock in response to his 69 attack.


Good Cop, Bad Cop



I have always been a 'bad' little girl.

After all, all I think about is sex. Okay, maybe it isn't the only thing but it's close.

For a few years now I have been 'getting to know' the men and women that work in the public safety field. I have learned enough about firefighting that I actually went and joined a volunteer department. I certainly know enough about police work to get away with almost anything. (Almost) I had some experiences with EMT's – now there are some people that know their anatomy! One Paramedic showed me just how to get to the tenderest spot on my clit. I still shiver when I think about it.

Yet I am still a bad girl. One of my favorite Officers has been a repeat offender with me. Our encounters are almost an addiction. In fact I think it will take a 12-step program to stop – it's that great a high. I never met someone so ready to try anything. I know that I'm adventurous but I never thought I would find my equal – at least not when it comes to sex. A few days ago I came home to find him napping naked, on his stomach on my bed. I quietly reached for my riding crop and slapped him lightly on the ass. 

I heard him laugh, "is it your turn?"

"Oh, I think so. After all you do owe me for sucking your cock in the patrol car last week."

As he turned over I reached for the blindfold and put it on him. Then I looked him over. Oh he had a gorgeous cock. I couldn't resist wrapping my lips around it and sucking on it. I could hear the satisfaction in his moans. I had to tell myself to slow down – make him suffer a little. 

I reached for the restraints that I keep in the "toy chest" next to the bed. I stretched his arms and fastened the wrist restraints to the bedposts. Then I did the same with his ankles.

He looked good stretched out on my bed. It was like a buffet – I didn't know where to start. 

After I took off my clothes I used a feather to tickle his cock and balls. I pulled his cock into my mouth and sucked on it till he moaned and begged for more. 

I used the feather to tickle my way up his stomach to his nipples. 

He squirmed but I warned him, "I'll stop if you don't hold still."

I bent down and sucked first one then the other of his nipples. This was one of his weaker spots. I knew it drove him nuts so I twisted one while I sucked and bit the other. Then I reached into the "toy chest" and pulled out the nipple clamps. They were two clamps attached with a chain between them. I tightened the first one down and he squirmed so I used my riding crop to smack his hip and make him stop wiggling. The second clamp went into place and he whimpered but held still. The pain must have been perfect because when I looked down his cock was rock hard and pulsing. I couldn't resist – I straddled him facing the end of the bed and slid his cock into my pussy. I pushed it in as far as it would go and squirmed a little. Then moved my hips back and forth.

"Do you like that baby?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am." He had a smug little smile on his face. 

I pulled myself off of him and turned around to suck my juice off of it. He moaned as I licked every inch of him clean. He squirmed when I put his cock in my mouth and slid it in till I could feel it touching the back of my throat.

I leaned over him and kissed him deeply. I knew that the taste of my pussy in my mouth would drive him crazy. 

I reached into the "toy chest" again and found a cock ring. I slid it onto his cock and watched his face. I continued to watch it as I slid his cock into my mouth again causing more pressure to build.

"You're trying to kill me aren't you?"

"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that – then who would I play with?"

"Uh huh." 

I went back to the "toy chest" again. This time I found my trusty dildo –the one I have had for years. I got out the lube and got it ready. I reached between his ass cheeks and found his hole. Carefully, I slipped in the 10-inch dildo. He squirmed, but not against it. 

"Oh, God – oh, God I want to come." Another religiously sex fanatic – someone that finds religion when they are having an orgasm.

"Oh don't worry, you will." I said as I straddled his head. Before I could even give him an order to he began to eat my pussy. Now this is a man that knows how to eat pussy, so I was temporarily distracted. How could I not be? He was sucking my clit and nipping the tip with his teeth. I could feel myself grinding my pussy into his face. I felt him slide his tongue in my hole and I came all over his face.

Damn, I realized I had gotten off track.

I got off his face and kissed him deeply, then licked all that tasty stuff off his face.

"Mmmm, you were a very good boy." I whispered in his ear. "What do you want?"

"For you to suck my cock..." he said very quietly

I smacked his hip with the crop. "Where are your manners?"

"Please, please suck my cock."

I slid my hand down his chest stopping just long enough to flick each of the clamps.

"Why do you want me to suck on your cock?" I asked as my hand slid over his stomach.

"I want to come in your mouth."

I smacked his hip but before I could admonish him again he corrected himself.

"Please suck my cock so I can come in your mouth."

Well, how could I resist such a request?

I started sucking his cock. I could still taste my juice on it and it tasted sweet. I slid it in to my mouth and down my throat. Then I reached between his legs and started moving the dildo in and out of his ass. 

"Oh, God – I'm coming" he groaned just as I felt his hot load hit the back of my throat. I smiled with satisfaction as I kissed him.

After releasing him I cleaned then returned my toys to their box. I lay on the bed next to him and dozed off just for what seemed like only a second. When I woke up he was straddling my chest and my hands were already in the restraints. He was stretching my arms out to hook the restraints to the bed.

"So this is how it is – is it?"

"I think you need some serious punishment for what you just put me through."

After attaching my feet to the bed he reached for the blindfold. He put it on me then slid his hand across my face and clamped it around my neck. He maintained his grip on my neck and I began to feel a little dizzy – but my pussy was getting wetter by the second.

He used his other hand to pinch my nipple and then started to suck on it. He bit it and I whimpered. When I did he tightened his hold on my neck and whispered in my ear.

"Be very quiet. Don't forget who's in charge here."

He loosened his hold on my neck and I felt him reach with his free hand to get something. I felt him lay something cold and metal on my chest. He released my neck for a moment but before I could feel even slightly relieved l felt the pinch of the nipple clamp on first on nipple and then the other. The pain was incredible and intoxicating. Movement only intensified the pain and the pleasure it was causing.

He slid his hand around my neck again and held it tightly as he kissed me. The lack of oxygen was doing amazing things to my brain – and my pussy. His hand slid between my legs and he felt how wet he was making me. He whispered in my ear. 

"I think it's time to really show you who's in charge. Don't you think?"

"Yes, sir." I had learned long ago that this is the best response to just about anything a cop asks you to do.

He got off the bed for a moment and then I felt something large slide into my ass. I guessed that it was my trusty old dildo and good God I could see why he had wanted it in his ass. It felt amazing. He gave it a twist and I thought I would come.

He let me rest a moment and tickled my nipples and stomach. When he decided I was ready he slid my largest vibrator into my pussy. I didn't think I could take much more and told him so.

"If you come now, we'll just have to start over till you can do it all without coming too soon"

He turned the vibrator on low. I new I was on the edge and ready to come but I did my best to think of anything to keep me from coming too soon. 

But then he topped anything we had ever tried before.

He took a second set of nipple clamps and 'gently' attached them to the folds around my clit. The pain was amazing. Then he used the clamps to pull the tender skin apart and began teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. 

The vibrator went on high. I started to squirm but realized it only caused more pain, which in turn caused more pleasure. I tried to lie as still as possible. Just when I felt I would come, he would stop for a moment and blow on my clit. It was just enough to keep me teetering precariously on the edge.

Finally I broke down and begged. "Please, you win. Please, please I want to come!"

"So you admit that I am the boss?"

I groaned. He flicked his tongue across my clit.

"Yes, yes you're the boss! Please make me come!"

I heard him l laugh as he pulled the folds apart farther and wrapped his lips around my clit. He sucked it once then used his teeth to send me over the edge. 

"Oh, my God." I moaned. Yes, I found religion in just about every orgasm.

He continued to suck my clit and removed the vibrator. I felt a moment of emptiness then I felt him between my legs and the wonderful sensation of his cock in my pussy while I had another in my ass. He put one of his hands around my throat as he fucked me harder than I could ever remember.

It wasn't enough, I begged him to fuck me even harder. 

We came together and he slumped over my chest. 

After a moment he got up and carefully removed the clamps and restraints then the blindfold. He left the dildo in my ass for a minute as if contemplating whether it should just stay there for a while. He removed it slowly, but not without playing with it just a bit on the way out. 

When I looked up at him he looked pretty smug.

"Now who's the boss?"

"You are. But I think I said that."

"Thank you. I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget."

With that he walked out of the room and I heard the shower. I smiled. I wasn't likely to forget that easily. But I could sure try to top it – so I headed for the bathroom.



Good Cop, Bad Cop



I was half-way through a day shift on a Wednesday morning, as I sat at a computer in the muster room, typing out a report on a minor arrest I had made the day before. I heard footsteps on the carpet behind me, and I looked up to see the shift supervisor, Sergeant Morrow, standing there with a clipboard in his hand.

Morrow was one of those big, rugged, old-style cops that you just don't see any more, and he said, "I've got a little job for you, Mark."

"What's that?" I said, sitting back from the keyboard, to show him he had my full attention.

"Your shifts have been changed this week," he started, looking up from his clipboard, "Sorry about the short notice, but I think you'll like this." He smiled, like he had something interesting to show me.

He sat in a chair next to me, and said, "I know you were supposed to have the weekend off this week, but the Ocean City Expo is on this Saturday, and the Commander wants me to send a uniformed officer over there to fly the flag, and just represent the local police command."

"I see," I answered. I had no plans for my days off, so having my shifts changed wasn't a problem, as far as I was concerned.

"The boss told me he wants me to give the job to a keen, conscientious young officer, who presents himself well to the public," and as a little surge of pride went through me, the sergeant added, "but, I thought I'd send you, anyway."

"Gee, thanks, Sarge," I said with a smile, "I feel as though I'm being groomed for something big."

"You're okay," he answered, smiling back, "I've got a station full of some of the laziest bunch of coppers I've ever seen, here. At least you like to get out and do some police work now and again, so if an easy job like this comes up, I don't mind looking after you."

He got up out of his chair, and added, "I guarantee you'll have an easy day. They're providing their own security, so all you've gotta do is walk around checking things out." He grinned, and continued, "You might have some lost kids and found property to look after, but that'll be about it. Fran'll be down shortly with some instructions from the boss, so I'll leave you to it."

The sergeant walked to the door, and turned, with his big, rugged smile, and said, "By the way, Mark. You owe me a beer for this," as he turned to walk back to his office.

Fran was the Commander's personal assistant, aged about twenty-five, with a covergirl face, and a body that would have a Trappist monk ringing home to tell his mother all about her. One of my workmates had told me he met up with her at a club one night when he was off duty, and he'd had a one-night stand with her. He told me if Fran had fucked him any harder, he'd have been in traction, and I could never look at her the same way at work after that.

About twenty minutes later, Fran walked into the office, wearing a short skirt, and a blouse that was showing some of her delightful cleavage. Her tits, and her apparent willingness to show let her work colleagues ogle them, were a talking point among most of the male cops at the station, and objects of scorn and jealousy from a few of the female cops, as well. She sat next to me in the same chair that Sergeant Morrow had used, and I couldn't help looking at her killer legs, as she swung around to face me. She waited patiently, until I had stopped getting an eyeful, and said, "So, you drew the short straw, did you, Mark?"

"Looks like it," I answered back.

Fran handed me a manila folder, with a typewritten memo from the Commander in it, setting out my duties for the day, and a promotional leaflet from the expo organisers. "You should read that, too," she said, indicating the leaflet, "It tells you all about the expo, and who's gonna be there. South West Pacific TV is running the entertainment, like they always do, so you might get to rub shoulders with a few TV stars if you're lucky."

"You never know your luck," I said, opening the leaflet, and skimming over the bold type. Fran made some small talk, and then left, allowing me to watch her swinging, sexy walk from behind, as she headed back to the boss's office. I could chew on that all night, and not leave teethmarks in the same place twice, I thought to myself.

In the leaflet, I found a list of TV personalities from South West Pacific TV, who would be performing at the expo, including, among others, Maurie Acton, the "veteran comedian, and star of his own variety show," Barry Kimball, who had hosted some of their current affairs programs since the 1980's, and then there was Trish Collett, "one of the stars of SWPTV's long running drama series, 'Andersen's Beat."

Trish Collett's name got my attention straight away. Her show, "Andersen's Beat," was a top-rating series about a veteran police commander, and his team of dedicated law enforcement professionals, that had been running on the network for over ten years, but she had only been in it for three seasons. She played a female cop called Amy Templeton in the show, and she had started off in a minor role, but over time she had become so popular with viewers, they had made her a main character, and now there were whole episodes about her adventures. I read a review of the show one day, that described her as, "Lois Lane in a blue uniform," and only last week, I'd read about her in a TV magazine I found in the station meal room, where it said that in just three years, she had become one of Australian TV's hottest young stars.

"Andersen's Beat" was not one of my favourite TV shows, and I only watched about every third episode or so, but Trish Collett was a pretty good reason to watch it. She was slim but curvy, with wavy, dark hair, big brown eyes, olive skin, and a perky, pretty face, that had a kind of "sexy-girl-next-door" thing going. She sometimes reminded me of a young Annette Funicello, in those sixties beach movies, and I had recently read that she had just turned twenty-five. Her character in the TV series often did things no real cop would do, but that of course got her into dramatic situations all the time, where she had to use her wits and wiles to save herself, and she always got the bad guy. I wonder what she looks like in real life, I thought to myself. I flicked through the leaflet and read the boss's instructions, and I thought, Sounds like an easy day.

I had joined the state police force when I was twenty, and had been a cop for nearly eight years. I loved my job, and three years earlier, they had transferred me from Sydney to a medium sized coastal city, but my girlfriend, Isabel, had stayed in Sydney because of her job. After two years, she had broken it off, saying she just couldn't handle a long-distance relationship any more, but next thing I knew, I heard on the grapevine she was getting around town with some young lawyer, and my source suggested she had been seeing him before she broke it off with me. My workmates were all telling me that now I was unattached again, I should get out there and fuck everything that moved, but I had seen myself having a life with Isabel, and I just didn't feel like getting back in the arena just yet. Consequently, my love life had been zero for quite a while now. A few months earlier, I would have been unimpressed to have my weekend off cancelled, but with no woman in my life, one day was like any other, and the boss had told me I'd now have Sunday and Monday off, so it was all good as far as I was concerned.

Saturday came around, and I went to work as normal, and they gave me a marked car to drive to the huge Crestwood Hotel complex, down by the northern waterfront, to spend my day "walking around checking things out," as Sergeant Morrow had said. There was already a fair crowd in the reception centre, when I got there, and on the stage I saw an old guy in a suit, announcing some of the "celebrities" who were going to perform, and take turns as M.C. during the day.

I heard him say Trish Collett's name, and I looked over at the stage, to see her step forward to the mike. She looked much the same as she did on TV, but I was surprised to see she was a little more petite than she looked onscreen. She looked like she was only about five feet five inches tall, and was wearing a red, sleeveless dress that went to just below her knees, hugging her shape on the way down, and flaring a little at the bottom. Her hair was up, and she had a black necklace with a cameo on it, setting off her olive skin against the red of her dress. She looked stylish, elegant, hot, and sexy, in an understated way, but there was still that girl-next-door thing going on as well, and she started to work the crowd, as I stood at the back of the hall and watched her, thinking of the easy day I would have ahead of me.

After a while, I left the hall and had a walk around for an hour or so, looking at some of the exhibits, speaking to a few of the guys from the organising committee, some security guys, and one or two TV people, who were strutting around, trying to look important, and I decided to have a coffee break.

I walked back to a coffee lounge, attached to the reception centre, and sat with my coffee, idly watching the crowd, and I heard a female voice saying, "Excuse me." I looked up to see Trish Collett herself, standing at the table, with a large cappuccino in her hand. "Do you mind if join you?" she said, with a pretty, girlish smile.

I looked around and saw there were plenty of empty tables, and I said, "Have a seat," speaking casually, like it was no big deal, and she sat opposite me, still smiling.

"Hello," Trish said, pausing to look at my name badge, and reading my name out loud, "Senior Constable Mark Stockton." She looked up from my name badge, and added, "I'm Trish."

"Hi," I answered, meeting her smile with my own, "I had a feeling you were going to say your name was Trish."

"I see," Trish said, still smiling gaily, "Was that one of those cop things, where you get a gut feeling and go with it"

"Pretty much," I answered, "I just had a hunch. Like that guy in Dragnet used to get."

"So, Mark Stockton," Trish said, sitting back in her chair, sipping her cappuccino, as she kept eye contact, "What brings you here today?"

"Just soaking up the atmosphere," I replied, "you know, the ambience." Then, I added, "What about you?"

"Same thing," Trish said, keeping that girlish, genuine smile, "What a coincidence? I saw the light on, thought I'd drop in."

We sat there, making small talk for a few minutes, and I asked Trish a few things about herself, probably stuff she gets asked all the time by her fans, but then she surprised me by asking me a few things about myself. As a cop, I had worked on security details a few times with celebrities, sports stars, the occasional politician, and I had found that public figures of any description tend to look upon the cops and security people who guard them as just part of the furniture, and they rarely talk to them, apart from the most trivial of small talk, but here was Trish Collett, someone I saw on TV all the time, asking me how long I had been a cop, if I liked my job, where I grew up, and stuff like that.

I told her I grew up in Armidale, and she said, "Oh, so you're from New England too? I grew up in Tamworth. That makes us almost neighbours."

"Yeah, guess it does," I said, and we continued on, as she asked me what high school I went to, and asked why I joined the police force, and I asked her how she got into acting, and she told me about her time at the National Institute of Dramatic Art. I was surprised she was even interested in my story, but I was enjoying talking to this pretty young woman, as we sat there and sipped our coffee, so I was kind of deflated when a weedy little guy with a radio earpiece and a clipboard came over, and said, "Excuse me, Miss Collett, you're back on in five."

"Be right there," she said to the earpiece guy, and he turned and walked back to a gaggle of weedy earpiece people on the other side of the centre, and they started to compare clipboards with each other.

Trish picked up her coffee cup, and leaned towards me, and said, "Mark, do you, umm," pausing, swallowing, and looking at me, "Do you get a lunch break?"

I was surprised at the question, and I said, "Yeah, it's quite civilised in my job. They let you eat and do all kinds of stuff."

Trish smiled again, that pretty, 100-watt smile of hers, letting me know my flippant remark wasn't totally wasted, and gave her head one shake, and she simply said, "What time?"

"Any time," I answered, more seriously, "I'm kind of my own boss today," and she came back with, "I've gotta go now. Gotta pay the rent, but how about I meet you in the bistro over there, at one? We can have lunch together." Then, she added, kind of hesitantly, "If you want to."

"One o'clock," I said, confirming the time, and I added, "See ya there," and she got up and walked back towards the stairway to the stage.

I sat back in my chair, put my coffee on the table, and thought, Did Trish Collett just make a lunch date with me? 

For the next couple of hours I walked around the complex, talking to people, doing what I was getting paid to do, looking at exhibits, taking lost kids back to their parents, and occasionally going back to join the audience watching the acts on stage, and listening to the announcements. I saw Trish a few times, announcing some of the performers, looking so poised and confident, in front of a crowd, holding her mike, in her stylish red dress, and I thought of the pretty, smiling country girl in that same stylish red dress, who had sat with me over coffee, asking me to have lunch with her, hesitating like she thought I might not be interested. The same person, but somehow different. I realised I was looking forward to lunch a little more than usual.

One o'clock came around, and I headed over to the Broad Waters Bistro, where I looked around but I couldn't see Trish. My heart sank a little, thinking maybe she lost interest, or got a better offer, but I heard voices behind me, and I looked around to see her signing autographs for two teenage girls. She looked up and smiled at me, as she handed the paper back to the young girls, and shook their hands. One of them hugged her, and they both walked away, talking excitedly, and she came over to me. "Must be fun being famous," I said.

"It's a bit overwhelming some times," Trish said, as we went over to order our meals.

I didn't answer, not really having anything to offer to that, and Trish said, "I get all this, umm," and she paused, looking a little embarrassed, "I know it sounds big-headed, but I get, you know, fan mail, and young girls tell me I'm this big role model, and they ask me how to join the police force, and stuff like that." She looked down and shook her head, then looked back up and me and said, "But, I'm only a pretend cop, I wouldn't even know where you go to join up."

We got our lunches, and I pulled out my wallet, and Trish said, "Don't worry, South West Pacific can pay for it. They've taken over the whole place this weekend."

I looked around, standing there in my uniform, and I said, "I can't take free food when I'm on duty."

"Why not, it's a big company. They can afford it," Trish said, looking at me like I was acting strangely, "Just say it was my treat."

"Okay," I said, giving in, and I added, "At the academy, they told us 'Corruption starts with the first free cup of coffee."

Trish smiled, and said, "That's a good line. I'll have to talk to the script writers, and get them to work it into an episode."

"You're not saying Amy Templeton would do anything corrupt, are you?" I asked, grinning at Trish.

"Well, Amy might not, but maybe I could be tempted if the right offer comes along," Trish answered, leaving me to wonder what she meant by that.

Trish and I found a table, and we ate lunch together, talking, laughing, just two people, a guy and a pretty girl, and I was struck by how down to earth she seemed. She was a star, maybe not a big star like, Madonna , or Angelina Jolie, but three times as we ate, people came over and asked for autographs, and a couple of guys from the network came over to gush and fawn over her, as we sat there. I noticed they didn't even look in my direction, although I saw one looking over his shoulder at me as they walked away, and whispering in the other guy's ear. Even so, through all this, Trish didn't seem big-headed, and she apologised for the interruptions, each time someone came over.

"It's really nice to talk to a normal person for a while," she said, as we sat there after we finished our lunch.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't think I'm complaining about my job or anything," Trish said, suddenly a little more serious, "But all day, I pretend to be someone, at work, and when I go home, I just want to be me again." She made eye contact, and said, "You know, just do normal stuff, go for a walk, go for a drive in my car. Normal things." She took a breath, and said, "But, most of the people I work with never stop pretending. Not just the actors, but everybody else. Most of the other people as well. They're always trying to impress each other." She gave me that pretty, sweet, smile again, and said, "That's why it's good to just talk to a normal guy again, like you. Just talk about normal stuff."

"Don't you meet any normal guys, in your line of work?" I asked.

"Not many," Trish started, "Most of the guys I meet are so far up themselves, it's not funny. That's if they even like girls in the first place." She smiled, mischievously, and then sat back, becoming serious again, and said, "The last three years have been really crazy for me. My boyfriend couldn't take it, and he dumped me after a year." She got a far-away look for a moment, and I wondered if she was giving me an opening, but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.

"It never occurred to me that someone like you'd get dumped," I said, stupidly, without realising I was basically thinking out loud.

"Shit happens," Trish answered, a little more seriously than most people when they say that.

Trish looked at her watch, and said, "I better get back to work," then she looked up at me, as though she was thinking for a moment, and said, "Mark," and then paused once more, tilting her head, like she was still weighing things up. I leaned forward, waiting to hear what she had to say, and she finally continued with, "They're having drinks tonight in the upstairs lounge. You know, the network people, and the expo organisers, and a few of the performers." She paused, again, and seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I thought, Surely she's not asking me to come.

"Why don't you come and meet me there?" Trish asked.

"Why do you want me to come to that?" I asked, pleasantly surprised at the invitation.

"Because it'll be really boring," she answered, smiling again.

"You're not really selling it," I said.

"That's the thing," she said, "It'll be really boring, but if you come, I'll have someone interesting to talk to and it'll be fun." She made it sound like it was so obvious.

"Okay," I said, unable to keep the smile off my face, "It's not every day a girl like you asks me to have drink with her after work."

"You'll need this," Trish said, handing me her entry pass, "Just show it to the security guys and they'll let you in."

"Won't you need it?" I asked.

Trish leaned over, and whispered, with a mock-serious face, "They all know who I am." She giggled, sat back, and said, "Seven o'clock. Dress casual. See ya there." She got up and headed back to work. I thought to myself, I can't believe Trish Collett just asked me to have a drink with her after work.

During the afternoon, as I walked around the centre, I would go in to watch the performers on stage from time to time, and at one point, Trish and two other performers were singing, and getting the audience to join in the chorus. She was looking out into the crowd, pointing at groups and saying, "Come on you guys, over there, sing up! Let me hear ya!" and she looked over at me, and flashed me that bright, girlish smile, and went back to working the crowd. Come on, seven o'clock, I thought to myself.




Good Cop, Bad Cop



Once again, it seemed funny to me how Trish could be so confident in front of hundreds of people, with a microphone in her hand, or in front of a TV camera, but she stumbled and stammered over asking a guy to have a drink with her. As for me, if you took away the TV star, celebrity thing, she was just a very pretty girl, so who in his right mind wouldn't want to spend some time with her?

The day ended in time, and I finished my shift, and went off duty. I went home, and after a shower, I put on some jeans and a polo shirt, and took a taxi back to the hotel. It wasn't until the taxi pulled away from outside my apartment, that the reality sank in: I'm going to meet Trish Collett for a drink. It's practically a date. Then, the practical side of my brain kicked in, and told me, She's bored. She just wants someone to talk to.

I walked into the hotel, and went to the upstairs lounge, but there was a huge guy, dressed in black, with a shaved head and a goatee beard, blocking the doorway. He had a name badge on his shirt, that said his name was Dirk, and under that it said, "Security," just in case anybody got him mixed up with the guy who puts the little umbrellas on the pina colada's. I'm big enough to be a cop, but he looked like he could pick me up by the head with one hand, and crush my skull with it.

"Sorry," he said, his arms folded, like a eunuch guarding a harem, "Invite only."

"I've got an invitation," I said, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah?" he said, looking me up and down, "Who invited you?" Then, he looked a little closer and said, "You're that cop that was here today, aren't you?"

"That would be me," I said, "Trish Collett invited me."

"Yeah, right," he said, doubtfully.

I reached in my pocket, and pulled out the security pass Trish had given me, and said, "She gave me this. Maybe I should give it back to her."

The security guy looked at the pass, and immediately, he offered me a handshake, and said, "I'm Dirk. Sorry, I was just doing my job."

"And doing it well," I said, accepting his handshake, "I'm Mark." He moved aside, and as I stepped in the door, he put his left hand behind my back, gently ushering me inside. He pointed at a bunch of people on the other side of the room, and said, "Last time I saw Miss Collett, she was with those people over there, but I'm sure you'll find her." As I walked in, and looked around, I heard Dirk saying, "Enjoy yourself." It was kind of funny how his attitude changed, the moment he saw Trish's pass.

I looked around, but I couldn't see Trish anywhere. I wondered for a moment if I should have come here in the first place, as I looked at all the TV and media types, speaking loudly, with their exaggerated gestures, some with high-pitched male voices, prancing around, and with so many people trying to be the centre of attention. To say I felt a little out of place would be a major understatement. Every now and again, a camera flash would go off, and there was an SWPTV news crew filming over in the far corner. I looked around again, trying to spot Trish, looking for that red dress, and then, I heard, "Boo!" to my left.

I turned to see Trish, jumping out from behind a pillar, with a delighted smile on her face, like a little girl. She was wearing a short denim skirt, and a sleeveless mauve top, with sandals, and her dark hair was now in a ponytail that bobbed when she moved. She looked cute, hot, sexy, she was the "girl-next-door," in fact you could run out of words to describe how she looked, but one thing she didn't look like was a TV star. "You're here," she said.

"You need to work on that boogie man thing, that wasn't scary at all," I said.

"Maybe I need acting lessons," Trish replied, her smile now ironic.

"Well," I started, "I'm no critic."

"Anyway, you're here, that's the main thing," Trish said, stepping closer. She smelt delightful, a light, sexy stylish scent. "I watched you coming in, from behind that post over there. I was impressed."

"With what?" I asked. I had no idea what she meant.

"The way you didn't take any crap from that guy on the door," she said, moving even closer.

"I just didn't want to provoke him," I answered modestly, with a wry smile.

"Would you like a drink?" Trish asked, looking over at the bar, "It's all paid for by the network, but you're off duty now, so I'm not corrupting you, am I?"

"Beer's fine," I answered, as we started walking over.

"Oh, you don't know good it is," Trish started, "to hang out with a guy who drinks beer, and isn't madly in love with himself."

We both got a beer each, and stood in a corner, drinking them as we talked, and watched everybody else. Trish pointed out a few TV personalities, and network people, dotted around the room. Everywhere you looked, there were people in weird clothes, speaking loudly, each trying to look more important than the others, and I began to understand what Trish meant about people being love with themselves. "You're a cop, right?" Trish said, turning to look at me.

"Last time I looked," I said, looking over at her pretty face, wondering what this was leading up to.

"And you rescue people, right?" she asked.

"Well, not recently," I said, "but I think it's in the job description."

"Well, rescue me from this bullshit," she said, "Let's go somewhere else."

"Where do you want to go?" I asked. The thought of being alone with Trish gave me a slight case of butterflies.

"Anywhere," she said, "maybe you could show me some of your fair city at night."

"Okay," I said, "That's easy. Let's just get outa here," as I gestured towards the door.

"Just one thing," Trish said, and she paused for a moment, like she was working out how to say this, "If you and I walk out the door together, you'll probably be on the front cover of the Daily Telegraph tomorrow." She made a kind of shrugging gesture, and said, "I know I sound big-headed saying that, but it's true."

"The paparazzi?" I asked, although I really meant it as a joke.

Trish nodded, and said, "I wouldn't put it that way, but there are still plenty of cameras here tonight." She gave me a sneaky look, and said, "But, I checked out all the doors leading out of here," as she nodded towards a sign in the far corner, marked "EXIT," and that one over there leads to an alleyway. We can sneak away and nobody will know."

"You scoped out all the exits?" I said, "Now, I'm impressed. That's what a real cop would do."

"It must rub off," she smiled, "Come on, let's get out of here." Trish and I walked over towards the exit door, like we weren't going anywhere in particular, and after a quick look around, we ducked outside into the lane. It was like something out of a movie, and once we got outside, it was almost pitch black, with the only light coming in from the end of the laneway. "Where does it lead to?" Trish said, in the dark.

"Down to the quay," I said, "It's really nice down there. You can see the city lights and the headland across the bay. Want to come down?"

"Sounds good," Trish said, and we walked towards the light. As we walked along the laneway, she took my right hand in her left hand, pulling me closer, and it was hard to believe I was walking along in a dark alley, with Trish Collett holding my hand.

We reached the end of the laneway, and walked out into the streetlights. For a Saturday night, there was hardly anyone around, and we walked across the street to look out over the water, and across at the city lights. It was late summer, and the night was mild, but there was a cool breeze coming off the water, and I noticed Trish had goosebumps on her arms.

"It's really pretty," Trish said, looking out over the water.

"I know it is," I said, looking at her.

Trish gave me a, "here we go again," look, and said, "I mean the view."

"I know," I said, smiling down at her, "But you really can't blame me. Come on, be honest."

"You're very sweet," she said, "I never knew a cop could be a sweet guy like you as well." She paused, sighed, and said, "I'd like to get to know you better, Mark, but life's kind of crazy right now. There's not a lot of time."

I felt the breeze pick up a little, and Trish said, "That wind's cool," turning her back towards it.

I looked down at her sleeveless top, and suddenly realised I could see her pink lace bra, and I said, "Your top wouldn't be keeping much body heat in."

"Well, maybe you should offer me some of yours, then," Trish said, and she put her arms around me, cuddling herself to me, and resting the right side of her face on my chest. I was standing there at the quay, being held by Trish Collett, the TV star, and I couldn't believe it was happening, but just the same, I was also a man being held by a beautiful girl, and my body started to respond, as desire uncoiled inside me. I put my own arms around her, and bent my head down, to kiss her gently on the top of her head, as I smelt the sweet, fresh shampoo smell, and the scent of her perfume.

I wondered if I had overstepped the mark, kissing her head like that, taking a liberty that may not have been offered the way I thought. Then, as I held my face against her hair, feeling the smooth skin of her left shoulder with my right palm, and resting my left hand on the small of her back, Trish turned her head upwards, to find my mouth with hers, and she kissed me, softly, gently, holding the kiss for a moment. The kiss was more gentle and warm than it was hot and sexy, and after we broke it, she held her face up, looking at my eyes, waiting for me to make the next move. I kissed her again, without speaking, once again holding the kiss, as an aching need for this beautiful woman rose inside me. After we had kissed, Trish took a breath, and just looked up at me for a moment, as though she was thinking.

"I've got a room in the hotel," she said, softly, after a short pause, "Would you like to come upstairs for a while?"

"I think I'd like that very much," I said. I felt like I was in a dream.

Trish swallowed, and said, "Two things I'd like to tell you," suddenly looking serious, but still speaking in that voice just above a whisper.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Firstly, I don't hook up with guys all the time, and have one-night stands with them." She gave me a wry smile, and added, "I just wanted you to know that."

I nodded, and said, "What was the other thing?"

She took a short, but deep breath, and said, "If you come upstairs with me, Mark, I'm not just taking you up to show you the décor." She smiled, mischievously, waiting for me to respond, and added "I just wanted you to know that, too."

"That's a shame, because interior decorating is a hobby of mine," I said, as I gently kissed her mouth again. "Don't give up your day job," she whispered, our mouths almost touching, "because comedy is not your thing."

We walked back to the hotel, with Trish holding her right arm around my waist, and resting her head against my left shoulder. As we approached the front entrance from across the street, we saw a few people out the front, and in the foyer, and two camera flashes went off in quick succession. "Now, the trick is to get upstairs without anyone knowing," Trish said, quietly, and she looked up at me, and added, "Unless you want to be in next week's New Idea."

"There's a side entrance," I said, "The night manager showed me one time when I was here taking a report of a burglary," I said, "No-one uses it after dark." I took Trish to the side entrance, and we slipped in, and found the service elevator. We stepped inside, and she hit the button for her floor. "Are things always this complicated for you?" I asked.

"Sometimes," Trish answered, and she looked up, and pointed at a security camera in the corner of the elevator. "You could still end up in the papers," she said, flashing me that mischievous, little girl smile. We stopped at Trish's floor, and she stepped out of the elevator, and made sure the coast was clear, before I got out and joined her. We walked to her room, and she unlocked the door, and we went inside. Her suite was in the executive section of the hotel, and was moderately impressive, with a queen size bed, and a small bar.

As soon as we were inside, Trish turned on her heels to face me, and said, "Now, we're alone, and nobody knows we're here." Trish was a beautiful girl, and I was a healthy, red-blooded young man, but suddenly, the reality of where I was, and what I was doing, hit me. I was alone with a beautiful television star, in her hotel room, and she wanted to take me to bed. I'd had one-night stands before, but never like this. I got serious butterflies for a moment, and Trish said, "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

I was a cop, trained and experienced in taking charge of situations, but suddenly, I felt like a young guy, going to bed with a woman for the first time. "I'll be honest with you," I smiled, then I swallowed, and said, "I can hardly believe I'm here with you."

"Honest is good," Trish said, stepping closer, looking delicious in that short denim skirt, and sleeveless top, with her hair in that cute little ponytail, smelling delicious, with that sexy scent she was wearing, and she put her right hand on the back of my neck, and said, "You know what?" as she shook her head, "I haven't done this for a long time, and I'm nervous, too." She swallowed, and said, "If you take away all the other stuff, we're just two people. You're a guy, and I'm a girl, and I like you, and I think I'd like to go to bed with you, and I think you want to go to bed with me, too, don't you?"

I nodded. "It's funny," I said, "Kind of odd," I continued, hesitantly, "But, even though I really only met you today, I feel like I've known you longer." I shrugged, hoping I didn't sound like some star-struck loser, adding, "It's weird."

Trish sighed, and said, "I know. That happens in my job." She paused, and gently bit her lower lip for a moment, and gently stroked my chest with the back of her left hand, and said, "I only met you today, but, I'll tell you something." She made eye contact, and continued with, "I kind of wish I'd known you longer." She moved her right hand down, and put both arms around my waist, and said, "If we're both nervous, we'll just have to be gentle with each other, won't we?"

"I'll be as gentle as you like," I said, and then I kissed her pretty mouth, and added, "unless you tell me otherwise."

"I like the sound of that," Trish answered. She looked back at the bed, and looked at me again, without speaking. I took her left hand and led her to the bed, and we walked up to the right side. "Hold me," Trish whispered, resting her head on my chest.

I put my arms around her again, and she tilted her head, offering her mouth to me. My nerves were forgotten, as I kissed her, holding the kiss, taking control, keeping it gentle, but holding it until I was ready to break it. With our faces close enough for me to feel Trish's breath on my own face, she said, "I like the way you did that."

"I kind of liked doing it," I said, "and I have every intention of doing it again."

"Well, don't let me stop you," she whispered in reply. I kissed her again, and her mouth was a little more open this time, so I offered a little tongue, which was accepted graciously. We kissed gently, exploring each other's mouths, as I felt myself becoming more excited by the minute. We broke for air, and Trish released me from her embrace, and gently pushed me against the bed, so I sat down. She knelt between my legs as I sat on the edge of the big, queen size bed, and we kissed once more, but this was a hot, sexy, lover's kiss. This was a kiss between two people who were about to make love.

Trish put her hands behind my neck, holding my face to hers, not that I wanted to go anywhere, as we kissed hungrily, me sitting on the bed, as she knelt between my legs.

With our mouths still locked together, I put my hands on her waist, just above her hips, lifting a little, and she took the weight on her legs, as I leaned back, to lie across the bed. Trish lifted herself, so as I lay back, she knelt on the bed, straddling me, while my legs hung over the side.

We broke our kiss, and Trish lifted her head, and with a delighted smile, she said, "Now, I've got you in my clutches, Mark Stockton, and you're not going anywhere until I've had my way with you."

"Not that I'd even think of trying to escape," I said, as I reached up and unzipped her skirt at the back.

"O-o-oh," Trish said, grinning, "Taking liberties now, are we?" as I pulled at the hem of her short skirt, feeling it slide down her bottom and come loose. She reached back with her right hand, and released her right leg from her skirt, and then did the same with her left, before dropping her skirt on the floor. I saw she was wearing a pair of black lace bikini briefs, and I gently placed the palm of my right hand on her bottom, caressing her firm buttocks through the lace material. "Mmm, that's nice," she said, and then she looked back at my legs dangling over the bed, as she straddled me, and said, "Are you comfortable like that?"

The truth is, I would have put up with a lot of discomfort to be with her, even though I wasn't uncomfortable at all, but Trish climbed off me and scooted to the middle of the bed, and lay on her left side, facing me. "Come over here," she said, "where it's more comfy," and she put her palm flat on the bed and rubbed it. I slid over and lay on the bed, with my head on the pillow, and Trish moved over to kiss me on the mouth, holding the kiss as she resumed her position, straddling me the way she had done on the side of the bed, only now I was lying on the bed properly.

I wasn't sure where to start again, but I put my right hand back up to her bottom, and resumed caressing her with it, feeling for the cleft between her buttocks through her panties. I ran my fingers up and down her cleft a few times, barely reaching her pussy, as we kissed, our tongues gently venturing forward to explore each other's mouths, inhaling each other's breath, and fanning each other's desire. I very gently moved my right hand down to the crotch of Trish's panties, and I felt the warmth from her pussy through the thin material.

My hand's explorations were not lost on Trish, and she looked me in the eyes, as I touched the most intimate parts of her body through her underwear. "Careful," she said, "If you start something, you've got to see it through." She smiled, as if there would be any turning back now. I felt for the side of her panties, and gently worked the first finger of my right hand inside, feeling her soft pubic hair and then the moist, warm and slick wetness of her pussy. Trish shuddered a little, and then kissed me again, her mouth feeling warmer now, and she whispered, "Keep going."

I placed my left palm gently onto Trish's right buttock, as the finger of my right hand very gently, teasingly, explored her pussy, not probing, but just gently parting the inner lips, feeling the warmth and the wetness. Then, I slipped my left hand inside her pants, and caressed the smooth skin of her right buttock at the same time.

"You're very wet," I said, speaking softly.

"That's because of what you're doing to me," Trish answered. She braced herself with her left hand, and, still straddling me, she reached down with her right hand, and gently touched my hard tool through my jeans, and said, "And I'm not the only one getting excited here." She put her right hand back down on the bed, regained her balance, and leaned forward, to kiss me again, as I ever-so-gently moved my finger inside her panties, caressing her moist pussy, while my other hand caressed her buttock. After the kiss, Trish leaned back just slightly, and half-closed her eyes, took a soft breath, and exhaled half if it, and said, "What you're doing feels so good, Mark. It's so gentle, but it feels so good."




Good Cop, Bad Cop



"Glad you like it," I said, and I gently worked my finger back out of Trish's panties. Her expression changed, as she appeared to be wondering what I was going to do next. I released my hand from her panties, and brought it to my lips, and with Trish watching me intently, I tasted the sweetish, tangy juices that had just come from that very special part of her beautiful body.

I wanted to taste Trish intimately, by going down on her, but I wasn't sure how to bring up the subject. She braced herself again with her left hand, and gently took hold of my right hand in hers, and lifted it to her mouth, tasting the finger I had just had in my own mouth, holding my gaze as she did so. There would have been very little, if any, of her juices left on it, but watching her tasting her own pussy juice was very exciting to me, and I think she knew it. "Do you like that?" she whispered, after she had wiped my finger with her lips.

"Yes, I do," I answered, my voice also just above a whisper, "Very much." It was true, I loved going down on a woman, and tasting her pussy, although of course, I had not done this since Isabel broke up with me. Trish sat back, still straddling me, and holding my gaze with her pretty eyes, she climbed off me, to lie on the bed on my right side. She parted her legs a little, and placed her own right hand down the front, inside her black lace panties, and she gently touched her own pussy. "Ooh, I tickled myself," she said, delightedly, and she explored herself with two fingers inside her panties for a moment or two, still making eye contact the whole time. Her breathing deepened a little, as she moved her fingers around, and then she took them out, glistening with fluid, and held them to my mouth, inviting me to taste her again, but without speaking. She very gently placed the first two fingers of her right hand in my mouth, allowing me to experience the sexy flavour of her pussy juices once again.

Trish took her fingers from my lips, and I moved over to kiss her deeply on her own mouth, making sure she got some of the taste of her own pussy from my lips and tongue. "That was very nice," I said, quietly, as I lifted the front of her lace panties with my left hand, and looked down at her exposed pubic hair. I noticed she had it waxed into an inch-wide landing strip. Trish looked down there as well, and then flicked me a mischievous, inviting glance, once again, without speaking. "In fact, I think I'd like to taste you some more," I added, as I began to move over, to get between her legs. Without words, Trish had invited me to go down on her, and I was going to take her up on her invitation.

"You don't see me putting up a fight, do you," Trish said, as she parted her shapely legs to let me get between them. I took hold of her lace panties at her hips, and she lifted her bottom a little, as I took them off, and slid them along her legs, to drop them on top of her skirt on the floor. Trish's pussy, with her pubic hair waxed at the front into that landing strip, but left natural down the sides, and her inner lips, pink, puffy and moist, was now exposed to me. "I see you've had some waxing done," I said, grinning at her.

"It seemed like the thing to do," she answered, "Not that anyone's been looking down there lately."

I gently ran the tip of a finger between her inner lips, coating it with the fluid that was pooled there, tasted her again from the tip of my finger, and then leant down to kiss her just above her clitoris, inhaling the piquant, tangy, yet sweetish scent of her pussy for a moment. My right hand was resting on her left thigh, and she placed her own left hand on mine, as I moved myself into position to taste her pussy properly.

I tilted my head, and kissed her on her moist inner lips, holding the kiss and gently working my tongue between them, tasting her sweetness, inhaling her scent, feeling myself becoming more aroused, my need to have her becoming more overpowering, as I ran my tongue down towards the opening of her pussy. I teased at the opening of her womanhood with the very tip of my tongue, tasting her there, and in the corner of my eye, I saw her swallow deeply, as I heard her taking a shuddering breath. Then, I ran my tongue back up between her inner lips, just gently brushing against her clit with the left side, making her take a sharp, hissing breath between her teeth. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the sex fluids pooled between Trish's inner lips, and after spreading some around my tongue, and inside my mouth, so I could experience the flavour, I coated my lips with her juices, and used my tongue to sweep some onto her clit.

"Careful," I heard Trish say, "you're playing with fire," as I moved myself a little to get in a better position to suck her clit. She reached down with her right hand, to stroke the back of my head, as I placed my lips over her swollen clit, and I began to apply the gentlest of suction to her there, as I worked my tongue and lips back and forth, just slightly. I heard that hissing intake of breath again, and Trish's thighs both jerked a little, so I moved my left hand onto her right thigh to hold her in place, and lifted my head from her pussy.

"You okay?" I said, looking up at Trish's face from between her legs.

Trish had to swallow before she could speak, and she said, "I'm really sensitive down there," swallowing again, "and if you keep doing that, you don't know what's gonna happen."

"What if I want to find out?" I said, looking straight at her swollen, pouting pussy, inches from my face.

Trish had recovered her composure a little now, and with a mischievous smile, she said, "I didn't say I don't want you to keep going, I'm just warning you about what might happen."

"I think I'll just live dangerously," I said, and I moved in again, to kiss those moist, swollen pussy lips one more time, and I used my tongue to scoop some more of Trish's juices onto her sweet little clit, then placed my mouth over it. I started to gently work Trish's clit with my lips and tongue, and after only a few moments, she took a shuddering breath, as her hands clenched, and she said, "Oh, Mark, that's so good I can hardly stand it" I relaxed my mouth on her clit, to let her body relax again, and then I continued on, working her clit once more, but more gently this time.

The taste of Trish's pussy, and the intimacy of what I was doing, were making me even more excited by the minute, and I was hoping to make her come with my mouth, before moving on to the main course, when our bodies would unite in sexual coupling. I was being gentle, teasing her towards her climax, but the sound of Trish's breathing, along with the shudders and tremors I could feel going through her beautiful body, were evidence that I was taking her in the right direction.

I after a few moments longer, as I gently worked Trish's clit with my mouth, I began to use a little more tongue, and immediately, she began to buck her hips, as her breathing became deeper. She took a gasping intake of breath, and twice made a low, warbling, moan, "Ooohh, ooohh!" and then cried out, "Oh, God, Mark! I'm coming! I'm coming!!" The second time she said it, her voice almost sounded anguished, and I had brace my forearms on her thighs to keep her from pulling her clit from my lips before her orgasm had passed. Then, her whole body relaxed again, with along sigh.

I took my mouth from Trish's pussy, and looked up at her again. She was looking at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and she said, "You made me come," then she swallowed, and said, "That was beautiful. Come up here, let me hold you."

I moved up, to lie on Trish's right side, facing her, as she turned to embrace me on the bed. She kissed my mouth, still wet with her pussy juices, and said, "You are brilliant at that!" Then, she flopped back, lying flat on her pillow, and as she looked up at the ceiling, she said, "It's a long time since I had an orgasm with someone else in the room," then giggled for a moment, holding her belly, like a little girl who's just been tickled. Still looking up at the roof, she said, with a sense of wonder in her voice, "That totally rocked my world, Mark," as I placed my right arm across her chest, and moved closer to her.

My cock was now rampant, and making an obvious bulge in my jeans, but I felt pleased with myself, for making Trish come like that, by going down on her. "I'm glad you liked it," I said, and she turned to offer her mouth to me for another kiss.

I kissed her deeply, feeling the excitement washing through me, and after we broke the kiss, Trish looked like she had just remembered something. "Look at me," she said, "Lying here, all tingly, while you're still rarin' to go." She reached down with her left hand, and stroked once along my cock through my jeans, with her thumb and forefinger.

"It's okay," I said, smiling, "It's not a race."

"I know," Trish answered, "but now it's your turn," and she stroked my rock-hard tool again, through my jeans, and added, "Besides, if that was your idea of foreplay, I can't wait to see what happens when you get serious." She used her left hand to unbuckle my belt, and then she undid the stud on my jeans, and unzipped my fly, while I watched, looking down, almost breathless with excitement. She reached inside my fly, and after she had gently touched the leaking end of my cock with her left thumb, she moved closer to kiss me very gently, and with her mouth so close to mine I could feel her breath on my lips, she said, "Come on, Mister Stockton, I think you can take it from here," and she pulled on the waistband of my jeans, signalling that it was time to take them off. "I would really like you inside me, Mark," she said, "If you're feeling the same way."

I nodded, and continued where Trish had left off, taking off my jeans and underpants, dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Trish looked at my erect tool, and without speaking, she climbed over to straddle me again, and said, "May I?"

"Go ahead," I said, looking at my cock as Trish sat up, and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. It was an incredibly sexy sight, to watch this beautiful girl, squatting over me, parting the lips of her pussy with her left hand, and placing the head of my cock against the opening, and sinking down, to take about half of my cock in the first movement, then lifting herself to slightly, and then allowing me to penetrate her fully with two more gentle movements of her pelvis. She took a little breath, when I was right inside, and said, "You fill me up."

"I feel very welcome in there, too," I said, feeling the walls of her pussy holding my cock, in a nice, snug fit. Almost instinctively, I began to move my pelvis up and down, just slightly, feeling the slippery walls of Trish's pussy gliding along the sensitive skin of my unyielding cock.

"This one's for you, Mark," she said, as she lay down to embrace me on the bed, with my cock inside her. She kissed my mouth, as she fucked me, and I tilted my pelvis to meet her, and she said, "You made me come, now it's your turn."

I put my arms around her, as we fucked gently, with Trish on top, controlling the motion, and she said, "When you want to come, just go for it."

"What about you?" I asked.

"You already made me come," Trish replied, "I just want you to come now, it's only fair."

"Are you safe?" I asked.

Trish nodded, and said, "I'm on the pill."

"I thought...," I said, but I paused, not sure how to say it, and Trish continued with, "It keeps my cycle regular, which is useful in my job, and besides, it's good for my skin." She smiled, like it was all so obvious, and said, "So, when you want to come, just do it. I want to make you come."

Trish's sweet, sexy fucking was close to making me do just that, as her snug, wet pussy embraced my rigid cock, making it feel right at home inside her, taking its entire length with each gentle movement of her pelvis. I moved my hands down to place my palms on her buttocks, feeling them clench with each thrust. "Do you like that?" she asked, me, now sounding a little breathless.

"I love it," I said, "You're doing great," as I kissed her mouth, feeling the pleasure mount inside me. My own orgasm wasn't far off, but I was hoping Trish would come one more time, before we finished fucking.

Trish picked up the pace a little with her thrusting, and I could feel my cock going deeper inside her. "Do you want me to stay on top?" she said, taking a breath, and adding, "Or do you want be the one control? I just got up here to get things moving."

"Well, things are moving pretty well," I said, pausing to kiss her, our bodies joined at the mouth, and at the pelvis, in a sweet sexual union, and after the kiss, I added, "but I think I'd like to get on top, if that's okay." I thought if I got on top, I could control things better, and bring my beautiful lover to another orgasm, before coming myself.

With that, I look my left arm from Trish's right buttock, bracing it on the bed, and I rolled us both over, using my left arm to prevent Trish from taking my body weight. My cock remained nestled inside Trish's pussy the whole time, and we ended up in the missionary position, with me taking the weight on my elbows, still gently fucking. "Nice work," Trish said, smiling up at me, "we didn't miss a beat," as her own pelvic motion changed from thrusting to a gentle tilt, to meet each of my thrusts.

I moved down to kiss Trish again, and we kissed hungrily, passionately, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, as my cock explored her pussy. I started to thrust harder into her, as I decided to get serious, and to get this fuck underway. I wanted to come, but I hoped to make Trish come again first.

We broke our hot sexy kiss, and Trish took a deep breath, "That's a change of pace," then another breath, and she added, "You're going deep now, I can feel you going deeper than before."

"Are you okay with that?" I asked, added.

"Ohh, yes,!" Trish sighed, still meeting each of my thrusts, "The deeper the better."

I could feel the beginnings of my own orgasm, so I ramped up my thrusting a little more, adjusting my position little, to press my pubic bone harder against Trish's clit with each stroke. The change in position made the sensitive head of my cock push harder against the tight, slippery walls at the front of her pussy, and the burst of pleasure that I knew was on the way, seemed to get closer. Suddenly, I realised I was probably going to come before Trish came again, but there was no turning back now. The primal need to achieve a climax was taking over, and I knew it, I knew I was about to experience the ecstasy of orgasm, delivered to me by the body of the beautiful woman sharing this paroxysmic sexual embrace with me.

Then, I heard Trish's voice, louder than before, crying out, "Mark!! When you moved!! You're getting me! You're getting me!! Oh, God, it's good. It's so good, Mark." Her face looked like she was about to cry, and she hugged me closer to herself, thrusting her own pelvis hard.

That was it for me, as the waves of pleasure built up in me, with my cock thrusting hard into Trish's pussy, and the sound of her exultant voice, signalling that she was on the threshold of her own orgasm. A burst of pure crystalline pleasure exploded at the base of my cock, spreading through me, as I began to empty my seed into Trish's pussy, and with each spurt, the burst of pleasure seemed to go off the scale for an instant. At the same time, Trish wrapped her legs around me, and three times, she made that warbling, moaning sound again, "Oooohh, oooohh, oooohh," and then, much louder, "Oh, Mark, that's beautiful, beautiful, oooohh, beautiful!!" followed by a throaty gasp from her open mouth, then she relaxed with along sigh, still hugging me to herself, as I felt the final twinges of my own incredible orgasm passing through me.

I relaxed as much as I could, while still taking my weight on my elbows, and looked down at Trish's face, still with a look of rapture, but breathing heavily. She was looking straight up into my eyes, and after a moment's silence, she moistened her lips, and said, "That was unbelievable. We came together." She smiled, a sweet, but slightly awe-struck smile, and said, "We came together, Mark. The first time we ever did that, and we came together!"

I nodded, and kissed her quickly, took a breath, and said, "We did," pausing to moisten my own lips, and adding, "It was amazing." I moved off her, and lay down next to her on her right again.

"You were amazing," Trish said, turning on her left side to face me, "and you could be very habit-forming."

We lay there in Trish's bed, talking quietly, for hours that night, making love again when the need to do so returned, and after our encore performance, as we basked in the afterglow, Trish turned to me. "I don't have to be back in Sydney until Monday," she said, resting her head on my left shoulder. She kissed me on the side of my neck, and said, "That means we've got all night, and all day tomorrow, if you want to stay with me."

"I'd love to stay with you," I said, smiling back at her. We slept together that night, in Trish's hotel room, in that big queen size bed, and in the morning, we made love once more, only Trish stayed on top this time, because she said it was only fair, after I did all the work the night before. We spent the rest of the day together, sneaking out of the hotel by the side entrance, and I showed Trish the sights of the city, as we drove around in my car, with Trish wearing sunglasses so no-one would recognise her. Naturally, we sneaked back in to her room later on, to tease and tantalise each other into a crescendo of sexual desire and fulfilment, before Trish had to return to Sydney, and her life as a TV star.

"I'd like to see you again," Trish said, in the evening, as we embraced in the underground hotel carpark, and she got into her little sports coupe, "but life really is crazy for me right now." I understood what she meant, and I'd seen just a small part of what her life was like, and after one last, lingering kiss, she drove out of my life.

I never saw Trish again after that, not in person anyway. I watched her, just like everybody else, as Amy Templeton, on her TV series, but I would look at her on the screen, and remember the passionate lovemaking we had experienced that weekend, when she had shown me the flesh and blood woman behind the pretend cop on television.

I heard Trish's character using that line about "corruption starts with the first free cup of coffee," in an episode of "Andersen's Beat" one night, a few months after our brief time together, and in the next season, they introduced a new character to the show, as a love interest for Amy. Maybe it was coincidence, but in the show, he was a cop named Mark Stockdale. Some of the guys at work nicknamed me "Stockdale" after that, because my name was similar to the guy on TV, but I never told anyone about Trish and me.

I'll never know if Trish got the producers to name her TV boyfriend after me, but what I do know is that the pretend cop that everyone watches on TV is also a flesh and blood woman, with a real woman's needs and desires, and after an accident of fate, on that late summer weekend, few men know that better than I.



Good Cop Bad Cop



"Listen up! Yall are no better than the gum stuck to my boots. You just got out of training and think you're hot shit! YOU WILL get someone killed. Now line up with your commanding officer and try to learn something, Boots. Any questions?" The Commander sneered not expecting any questions to his simplistic directions. 

A young officer shakily raised her hand. The older commanding officer nodded at her to ask her question. "Who's that?" He turned to look back over his shoulder to see a woman half in half out of her car sitting with her head in her hands. 

"That's Jalen Steele," he said softly. He looked across the yard and could tell some of the recruits were straining to hear his words. He heard a car door slam shut, turning he saw Steele staring at him, and he knew she could hear him. "She's the best."

Jalen groaned wondering why she stayed up so late last night. The tip she received didn't pan out. Fuckers! Her head snapped up as she heard her name. She glanced at the Boots fresh from the academy. She closed her car door and slowly made her way to her office. Coffee. She needed coffee.

Jalen turned the corner going towards her desk when a hand shot out. She easily stopped it inches from her face.

"Told ya," Eric Willably, a short, chubby detective cried. "You owe me 50 bucks, Martinez."

Paulo Martinez grimaced and tried to jerk his hand from Jalen's grip. Jalen let go shaking her head and sat down at her desk. Someone put down a mug of hot coffee in front of her with hazelnut creamer and sugar. The only way she'll drink coffee. 

"You're ... YOU'RE ... Steele. Jalen Steele!" Jalen looked up and groaned at the Boot gushing at her. "Is it true you grew up as a Guerilla assassin?"

"Ah, shit," Jalen said to herself as Willably laughed. 

Martinez leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "It's true. She was birthed in the Brazilian rain forest in the midst of a gun fire. Her mother was a deadly assassin who taught Steele here how to shoot a gun before she could walk. Our girl can take apart and put back just about any weapon. Hell, as a teen she was running Colombian refuges with her mother attacking and causing mayhem against the government. We're just lucky she's on our side." 

Everyone burst out laughing. It was all true except Martinez didn't know shit about geography. The Boot looked uncertain if Martinez was telling the truth or not. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Boot?" Jalen knew her words came out more gruffly than intended, but she didn't care. She had work to do.

2 hours later and Jalen was alert, ready, and pissed off. She had been working on a case: Marco Cortez a crime lord who was trying to make a name for himself by shooting up her city and selling bad drugs. She finally got a lead on a meeting where he'll be at. If she left now she might make the end of the meeting. 

"Hey, Steele?"

Jalen didn't stop moving as she stalked through the station and to her Cheville SS. She turned the ignition and smiled as she heard her baby roar and then purr just for her. 

******

"You're making us all look bad, Marco. Your product is killing everyone. If you kill the consumers than where's the demand?"

"And if there's no demand than yall are out of business." Jalen quipped from her position near the door. Jon Benetti, a crime boss she had yet to take down, and Marco looked at her. "What? Was this a private conversation?"

"As a matter of fact, bitch, it was," Marco sneered at Jalen. 

Jalen smiled prettily. "You don't know who I am do you?" Marco narrowed his eyes at her. He was smart enough to pick up the body language of Jon who was sitting back looking at Jalen with suspicion even though he looked physically relaxed. "Probably thinking of some witty comeback," she said to Jon. 

"You're survival instincts suck," she informed Marco. "You can't smell a cop? Or is my cop presence off?"

"Cop?!" Marco bellowed.

"And I have a warrant for your arrest Marco Cortez."

Marco pulled out a gun. Before he could aim it at her, Jalen stepped forward, spun, and slapped his wrist sending the gun crashing into the nearby wall. Jalen gave that same pretty smile, backed up, and motioned for Marco to try again. 

"Okay, bitch, you wanna play. Let's play." Marco threw a left jab at Jalen which she easily dodged. She laughed and he threw a few more sloppily with anger. Jalen danced around them and threw a uppercut connecting with Marco's jaw. He dropped like a stone. 

"Hey!" Jalen cried out looking disappointed. "Get up! Come ooooooon." 

"Nice punch," Jon said lazily as he slowly rose. "My turn."

"Mr. Benetti are you defending this piece of shit."

"No, just thought you'll like a challenge."

Jalen looked Jon over. The man stood at what had to be between 5'11 and 6 ft. He had a creamy complexion that was in stark contrast to his black hair and black eyes. His head was shaved close and his suit was impeccable. The thing looked like it was made just for him. "If you rip your suit don't come gunning for me."

Jon equally looked Jalen over. She was 5'6, her skin a soft caramel complexion, and in the sunlight he could see the red, black, and brown tones in her hair. She had a decent bust and hips that flared out into a nice ass and hips. She wore jeans that looked like she poured them on and a halter top that tied at her neck. Not the kind of uniform you expected from a cop. "Don't break a nail and come with a warrant for me, lil cop."

Jalen growled. "I am not little. I am average height thank you very much." He only smirked and it was so on. She danced on the balls of her feet and threw a left jab, but came across with a right hook. Jon dodged her jab and knocked her hook away and came back with his own punch to her stomach. Jalen spun, letting the punch slide off her as she threw her elbow back at his ribs. Jon grabbed her elbow and pushed her back a few steps.

They both reevaluated each other and liked what they saw. It had been awhile before a man didn't underestimate her. She leaned back and threw a kick which he blocked and threw a punch at her face. Jalen ducked and with her right foot kicked out at the back of his knee sending him to the ground. As soon as his back hit the floor she was on top of him. 

"Aw, and here I thought you were going to be more fun." 

She raised her fist and brought it down towards his face. He caught her fist and rolled his weight over sending her to the ground. Now he straddled her. "I know you didn't think it would be that easy did you?" Using his strength he pinned her hands down at her head. Unlike most women, Jalen didn't panic. She slid her arms up so they stretched out over her head causing Jon to lean close to her. His face was inches from her and he stared at her mouth as though he was contemplating kissing her. Jalen brought her head up sharply in a head butt and threw him off her. 

They both got to their feet and paused hearing police sirens in the distance. Jon sighed. "We'll continue this another time." Jalen raised an eyebrow and watched as he left out the back door. 

****

2 days later and Jalen was staring at a new case on her desk. Mr. Big was an affluent, weasly, little man whose name obviously made up for his short stature and probably his cup size as well, Jalen thought. The case was all but solved except that every witness they had kept mysteriously disappearing or ending up dead. The department was hoping she'll find someone to nail his ass. 

Jalen was going over known locations when a Dance Club XS caught her eye. It was one of those dance clubs that was popular and naturally attracted the wrong crowd. She was going to check the place out and hopefully she'll run into Mr. Big. Worst case scenario she'll finally have gone out to dance, but what to wear?

Jalen arrived at Club XS wearing a short black dress. The back of the dress pooled out into a triangle that stopped just at the back of her knees while the front of her dress stopped at mid thigh. Her strappy black heels made little clicks as she walked past the line and to the bouncer at the front. The man looked at her and let her in to the protests to the people waiting.

The club was like any club; playing hip hop a touch too loudly, dancers everywhere, and alcohol flowing. Jalen walked through the throng of people and over to the bar where she ordered a sprite. She turned and looked over the club as she waited for her drink. "Holy, shit!" Jalen looked up to the VIP section and there was Mr. Big with a group she couldn't see from her position. 

"You're drink."

Jalen grabbed her drink and made her way to the VIP section. As she got closer a man stepped into her way. "I just want to say hi." The man didn't look like he was going to move and she was wondering the best way to take him down without showing the club her panties and without spilling her drink. 

"She's cool."

Jalen looked up at Jon's voice and smirked. She was beginning to suspect that if she looked for any major crime boss she'll see him just behind them. "Thank you." She pushed past the guard and sat down so she could see Jon, Mr. Big, and the 3 guests she didn't recognize. She turned her body slightly so she could see the guard and the mirror in front of her, which was behind Jon and Mr. Big, and would let her see anyone coming up behind her. 

Mr. Big looked at Jon. "You know this beautiful woman," he purred. 

"You mean Detective Steele," Jon quipped.

Mr. Big did a double take at Jalen. In this get up she was sure she looked like any other club dancer. That and she had a pocket gun strapped to her inner thigh. "A cop?"

"That's another word for Detective," Jalen answered the obviously slow Mr. Big. 

"You've invited a cop. Here," Mr. Big ignored her as he questioned Jon.

"I find her... entertaining." Jon said as way of explanation.

"I find her sexy," said one of their guests. "Cop or not wanna fuck?"

"What's your name," Jalen asked.

"Alex."

"Sure Alex." Alex blinked looking surprise. "But if I found out you fuck some other bitch yesterday or the day before or you fucked her today or even tomorrow. I'll put one in her brain and one in your cock. Got it? If we doing this we're fucking for life."

"You mean marriage," Alex said looking aghast.

"God no. But anytime you want any you can only get it from me. So... still wanna fuck," Jalen smiled prettily as she sat back waiting. 

"I'll pass," Alex said grumpily as Jalen laughed at him. 

"I thought not." she murmured as she leaned forward almost conspiratorially towards Mr. Big. "So I just wanted to say hi." Jalen smiled and waved. "Hi." She went back to being serious. "Also to let you know I'm taking your ass down. So be on your P's and Q's dot your I's and cross your T's." There was a pause as Mr. Big looked her over with something close to disgust. "Well, bye." Jalen got up and walked out of the VIP lounge.

"You see," Jon said. "Quite entertaining."

*****

The next morning Jalen was at her desk, drinking coffee, and going through the database. She was looking up Jon Benetti. The man was with two crime bosses. It couldn't be coincidental, but the more she looked on the man the more she seemed to go in circles. It was fucking stupid.

"GAAAAAAAAH!"

The station jumped at her roar of outrage. She had been reading files for hours on this man who seemed to be in the middle of all the dirt, but innocent of it all. "Steele, what's eating you?"

"Jon Benetti."

"Ahhh, yes. Jon Benetti."

Jalen turned to stare at Martinez. "You know him?"

"Woman when I talk do you listen?" Martinez sighed. "Remember that case I was working on. The one with the guy who went killing a bunch of people? I think it was to further Benetti's ..." Martinez trailed off with a growl. "I don't know what. That's the problem. I couldn't figure out what Benetti wanted, but I knew it had to deal with him in some way. I couldn't prove it. My case went cold." 

Martinez walked over to his desk and pulled a file out from under a stack of other files. "Here. This was everything I was working on."

Jalen took the file and flipped through it. "He owns XS?"

"Yeah. Legitimately too. Bastard."

Jalen nodded and began reading the life of Jon Benetti.

****

Jalen liked Jon's house. It was big without being too big and far away back that if she killed him no one would hear his screams. Now, that she thought about it, this was probably why he bought the house. She heard him finally come into the home speaking with the various bodyguards that were planted around the home. She was sitting with her back against the wall on top of one of his dressers. As soon as he walked in he stopped and stared at her. Jalen wiggled her fingers in greeting. 

Jon closed the door. "What are you doing here?" He sat down on his bed looking as if this was an arranged business meeting. 

"You're dirty. I'm going to prove it and bring you in."

"Do you always give fair warning to the men you're taking down."

"I find when I do they usually fuck up. Let them know they're being watch. Even if they're not."

Jon smiled. "I like you. Wanna fuck?"

"Sure. But ..."

"I know. You'll put one in my dick and one in the bitch's head I was fucking this week. If I'm to fuck you it's for life. So I ask again. You wanna fuck?"

Jalen blinked. No one has ever called her on that line. "Who'd you fuck this week?"

"No one."

"Last week."

"Nope."

"You want to fuck me and only me. Forever?"

"Or until one of us dies."

"You hope to blackmail me. I fuck you and it's a conflict of interest or some bullshit. Not going to work. I already searched this room. Here are your bugs and cameras." She opened the top drawer and threw a few at him so he knew she was serious. 

"Question still stands."

Jalen wasn't used to someone challenging her. So she mentally said 'fuck it' and said, "Sure." Jon was faster than she would have thought. He was up and between her legs his hands splayed on her back. She blinked not afraid, but curious. He picked her up easily and walked her to the bed. 

Laying her down he pulled her shirt off and Jalen found she hadn't been this excited in bed in a long time. Her hands were at his expensive pants pulling at the button and zipper. Her hands faltered as her brain finally caught up with her actions. What was she doing? He was a suspect! You don't go fucking suspects! Jon must have realized he was losing her. He slammed his lips down on hers and forced his tongue between her lips. Jalen moaned and pressed him closer to her. 

Jalen was no longer thinking, but feeling. She flipped him over and ripped his shirt off his body. She stared at his physique. Of course the man had the body of a god. Her hands trailed up his muscles feeling them ripple and bulge with every move he made. She pulled on his pants, ripping the zipper, and he helped her get his pants down to his ankles. His boxers were silk. SILK! And those were even more fun and easy to tear. Jon opened his mouth to say something, but Jalen's hand was stroking his thick, long, shaft making him forget what he was about to say. The woman was magic. He bucked his hips into her hands and she stroked him faster and faster. 

Too quickly he knew he was going to spill his seed. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed stopping her motion. His other hand tangled in her hair and he pulled back forcing her head to tilt up. He kissed her and eased her from his body. He stared at her beautiful breasts clad in the sexiest red bra. It was a small tug to get her bra off and on the floor. Her nipples were hard straining to be in his mouth which he obliged. Her moans made his dick twitch and he switched from nipple to nipple as his hands worked on her jeans. Jeans the devil invented as he couldn't get that damn button to unhook. Finally with a roar of rage he ripped it off and pulled the jeans off her body. She gave a deep throaty laugh that turned him on more than it offended him. He kissed down her body and placed his head between her legs his tongue lapping at her panties. Her hips bucked trying to find relief and he smiled to himself. 

"If you want my tongue in your pussy you'll have to move your panties," Jon told her as he kept biting through her pussy so she could feel his teeth there. 

She groaned and with small tremors reached between her legs and moved her panties to expose her slit. Jon growled and slid his tongue deep into her pussy. Jalen moaned loudly and her panties slipped from her fingers cutting Jon off from his prize. Jalen immediately grabbed her panties and realized that she would have to have her hands down by her pussy holding her panties out of the way if she wanted any sort of relief. 

Jon's tongue snaked out and flicked her clit over and over. His hands were on her thighs holding them open; stopping them from closing in a death grip on his head. He would run his teeth over her slit and plunge his tongue deep into her pussy fucking her roughly with his mouth. Her juices gushed out of her pussy and Jon knew she was close to screaming his name. There was nothing he wanted more than drink her juices as she came on his tongue. Faster and faster he plunged his tongue into her slit, his nose brushing her clit, while his mouth slurped up the essence of Jalen. 

She couldn't believe how good this felt. She could chalk it up to not having sex in a while, but she knew it was this man. He should have a patent on eating pussy. She couldn't stop her hips from bucking on his mouth and slathering her juices all over his face. She was so close and she needed to cum now. Her hands went to his head and she pressed him deeper into him as her body rocked on his face. Without warning she felt electricity zip through her and explode in her pussy. She screamed out, her voice echoing through the house. She couldn't stop her body from jerking and spasming as she came over and over. 

They could hear footsteps on the stairs as they ran up to Jon's room. Jalen wasn't able to move yet, so Jon pulled her up the bed and threw covers on her just as the door burst open. "Boss?" A Guard questioned as he looked at Jon to the brown hair woman whose face he couldn't see and back to Jon. "Where did ... how did ..." The guard caught the hint and closed the door. It didn't matter where she came from or how she got there. She was in the boss's bed and needed to be left alone. 

Jalen laughed. "That was great. Thanks."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Wham, bam, thank you maam," Jalen said as she started to rise. Jon grabbed her around her waist and pulled her back down onto the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock over her slit. Jalen moan and lifted her hips skyward trying to push him inside. 

"Thought you were leaving," Jon teased. 

"Just fuck me," Jalen said. 

He plunged inside her and Jalen didn't realize how big he was. He stretched her and filled her in a way no man has ever before. She closed her eyes feeling him go deeper than any man has before hitting her G spot and make her body instantly fire. 

Jon couldn't believe how tight she was. If she wasn't a grown woman he would have thought she was a virgin. She involuntarily squeezed and Jon groaned. There was no way he was going to last long inside this tight, warm, wet sheath that was Jalen's pussy. She felt too good for him to try to pleasure her again. Jon tried to go slow, but his body wasn't listening. He pummeled her over and over his hands holding his weight; his legs slightly up so the he could slam into her in an alarming rate. He was grateful her cries of ecstasy indicated she was into his hard lovemaking as he was fairly certain he couldn't stop if he tried. He was fast approaching his orgasm. He was past the point of no return and his body was getting hot. His balls pulled up towards him and in another thrust he was going to cum. Jalen screamed and her body bucked under his. Her pussy clamped on his dick and started milking him. That was all Jon needed as his own cries mixed with hers and he was sending jet after jet of his seed deep into her pussy. Spent he leaned over her careful not to put too much of his body weight on hers. 




Good Cop Bad Cop



"Oh fuck. That was good," Jalen said in a slightly slurred voice. 

"Tomorrow. I'll need you tomorrow." Jalen turned her head with questions in his eyes. "I can only fuck you and I know that tomorrow I'll definitely be horny." Jalen laughed and closed her eyes drifting into a light sleep. 

Jon watched her sleep. She was perfect. Her skin was just the right shade of caramel meet sun kissed and her hair. He could stare at her hair forever. So many different shades and the silkiest softest thing he had ever touched. Her arms were slightly toned indicating she was muscular and not just skinny. He peeked down the covers again looking at her hips flare out into a shapely ass and long legs. Jon stifled a groan as his dick twitch wanting more. 

The moment she awoken he knew. She was pretending to be asleep, so he did the same. His eyes were mostly close, but open enough he could see her. He watched as she glanced his way and then slowly extracted herself from his bed. She quickly grabbed her clothes and gotten dressed. She went to the window and was gone. Jon opened his eyes and smiled. "Wham, Bam, Thank you Maam indeed."

Jalen was a wreck. What if she was pregnant? She wasn't on birth control. She didn't have sex to be on birth control and she was fairly certain Jon hadn't put on a condom. Jalen drove with the recklessness of a drunk driver as she went to the pharmacy. She asked for the Morning After pill, $65, and stared at it. The pharmacist was waiting for her to pay for it, but Jalen wasn't sure. What if she was already pregnant? Was she really going to destroy the baby?

Jalen turned and flipped open her phone and dialed a number. "Mama?"

Her mother was instantly awake asking Jalen what was wrong in Portuguese. Jalen responded in the same language and told her mother what happened including that Jon was a criminal. Her mother first reprimanded her for not using protection. It was careless and stupid. Her mother than told her NOT to buy the pill. If she was pregnant than it was her punishment and reward for being so stupid and reckless. Finally her mama went on to ask questions about Jon. At the end of the conversation Jalen was fairly certain her mother liked the man. There was gunfire in the background and her mother sighed and said she had to take care of business. She promised to call Jalen if she needed help and clicked off. 

Jalen apologized to the pharmacist and left the pharmacy. She returned to work changing in the locker room to a spare pair of clothes she left there. She went to her desk and tried to focus. Right now she had to focus on Mr. Big and then Jon. Her mind went back to the mind blowing sex they had the night before. She scowled. Focus on Jon being arrested not his dick. 

She was still trying to find any witness any at all and was looking at possibly a hooker by the name of Cindy. The girl had been on the streets since she was a kid and Mr. Big had taken a shine to her a few years back. Suddenly, he wanted nothing to do with her and Cindy was paying the price. Her pimp left her, no pimp would touch her, and she only got the John's that didn't know she was blackballed. She was dying slowly and Jalen hoped she wanted some vengeance on Mr. Big. Only problem it was hard as fuck to track down the girl. She had put out an APB on the kid and was researching known locations of the girl. 

"Are you Jalen Steele?"

Jalen didn't even look up from her computer screen. "What do you want?"

"These are for you." Someone put down a vase of roses. It took Jalen a full minute to recognize what they were. She blinked quickly and by the time she looked back for the messenger he was already gone. 

"What the FUCK?!" Jalen yelled as she stared at the monstrosity on her desk. 

"Whoa ho!" Martinez said as he walked up to Jalen's desk. "I have never seen flowers, much less roses, on your desk, Steele. Even on Valentine's day. So who's the lucky fellow?" He reached forward and took the card. "Thanks for last night..." he faltered as the station threw catcalls and whistles at Jalen. 

Martinez leaned close to Jalen so that only she could hear. "It's sign Jon. Please tell me it's anyone but Jon Benetti." Jalen could only scowl. "What the fuck Steele. Have you lost your mind? We do not sleep with the criminal we're investigating?"

"Shut up Martinez," Jalen hissed and snatched the card from his hand. She pushed the vase into the trash and left the building. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she said over and over in her car as she raced down the street. She had fucked up, but for some reason she wasn't that mad or concerned. She probably lost her career, but she was the best. Maybe they'll just bust her down to a desk job. She wouldn't be the first detective to fuck a suspect. 

Jalen got a call on her cell. It was the station telling her that they had Cindy in custody. Jalen immediately returned to the station. She went to the interrogation room and spoke to Cindy who was in fact hell bent on getting revenge. She allowed Jalen to put her in protective custody and two officers with another detective went to serve Mr. Big with a warrant and arrest his ass. 

Jalen was still talking to Cindy explaining the process. They were going to ship her somewhere North to a small city or town. Jalen was also reassuring Cindy that the girl would be safe and protected. 

No sooner did Jalen place Cindy into a car and send her on her way did Mr. Big enter the interrogation room. Jalen wanted to watch, but Martinez pulled her to the side. "I'm sorry, Steele." Jalen just looked at him. "I've loved you forever and when I found out you were fucking that scum."

Jalen's heart started beating hard. "It's okay. I was going to tell the Captain myself. I'll lose my job or worse get some jail time. Maybe a month or two."

"No, Steele. They're going to set you up. They're going to make a deal with Mr. Big to finger you for the massacre that's been happening all over the city. Claiming that you and Jon have been working together. They're going to nail your ass big time. The Captain will be promoted, the district attorney, hell everyone will be promoted. The Captain came to me to spear head the whole thing."

"No I -."

"You're fucking the bad guys," Martinez said. "No one will believe you now." Jalen's heart sank. This was worse than she thought. "Go. Go now before it's too late."

Jalen took a step her mind in a daze. Her career. Her life. She had been set up to take the fall. Another step as she tried to figure out what to do, where to go. All she could see was red as she thought that the Captain was a dead man. 

"Detective." She didn't stop, but the footsteps behind her told her she was being pursued. "Detective Steele. Stop. You're under arrest!"

Jalen never thought she would hear those words uttered with her name. She stepped out into the sun staring at the last time she would ever be free. She glanced back into the station watching the cops come out towards her. She walked down the 3 steps and a car pulled up in front of her. 

"Jon?"

"I heard you were going to prison, but before you do I believe you and I had a prior engagement. I told you I would be horny today." Jalen got in the car and Jon pulled off. 

"Where are we going," Jalen asked. 

"I have a jet ready to take us wherever you want. As long as it's one of those non-expediting countries."

Jalen gave a grim smile. "You're going to meet mother."

"Mother?" Jon asked with his smile faltering slightly. "Um, I assume the rumors of your parentage and raising was correct?"

"Yup. She'll help me seek revenge on the Captain, the DA, and everyone else who set me up. No one fucks Steele without getting cut."

"Is that really your family motto?" 

Jalen could only smile and laugh. 



Good Cop Bad Cop



Bit of a departure from my usual genre of fic writing this. Mainly written for my gf who's crazy about this movie and figured the traffic cops and Harry's boss Lt Briggs (Hal Holbrook) were just crying out for slash fics. So here you go, basically some hot guy-on-guy action. If you enjoyed, please consider reviewing.

Summary: Lieutenant Briggs gives Officer Davis a little one-to-one training...

San Francisco 1972.

Not much remained of Carmine Ricca. The mobster's head had been virtually blown to pieces by several bullets, along with his associates. 

Inspector Harry Callahan and his new partner Earlington "Early" Smith surveyed the crime scene. Callahan was controversial within the department and knew it. His superior, Lieutenant Neil Briggs viewed him as a reckless man and loose cannon ever since his handling of the Scorpio case. The dislike was mutual. Briggs was everything Harry wasn't – a strictly by-the-book guy who prided himself on never having taken his gun out of its holster. However Briggs had other reasons for disliking Callahan. Time would tell how much of a threat the rogue inspector would pose to his plans...

Harry and Smith climbed into the car and the two officers drove off into the city. As they were cruising through the streets Lieutenant Briggs' voice crackled over the radio, Smith took the call only to receive orders for them to return to headquarters immediately. Harry gritted his teeth as he spun the car around and headed up the hills towards the station.

"I know you hate Briggs, Harry." Smith said, recognising the expression. "But he's been working his butt off for the last forty-eight hours trying to get to the bottom of these shootings."

"Yeah by taking me off homicide!" Harry sneered cutting off his partner's sentence. "That's the thing with Briggs. He acts like a hard man behind that desk of his, but when he's out on the street where the job really is, he's as cowardly as an elderly housewife. Don't be fooled by a man like him. He's an asshole."

There wasn't even a friendly welcome when the two men arrived at the police headquarters. Harry kept his stiff posture as he marched into his superior's office. Briggs deliberately took his time as finished signing his reports. He then looked up at Harry and displayed a sarcastic smile on his face, the one look that Harry hated the most.

"Take a seat, Callahan." He said, pointing to the chairs. "Well what do we have here? Another police bill. This one involves three wrecked police cars, damage to property and a destroyed water main. This was during the Arlington case. Am I correct?"

"Yeah that's right." Harry replied. "And for your information. That man did the damage not me. Only you wouldn't know because you weren't there like you never are."

"Maybe, but I'm the one who has to gather the money for the payments!" Briggs started. "Now I've just had the Mayor on the line. He's getting pissed off with your one man army act now. I don't know how much longer the department can put up with this. This city is on the verge of some of the worst criminal violence in its history."

"Then you shouldn't have fired those good officers, West and Norris." Harry said. "I know it was because of the pay checks but as I recall, you're too tight to even pay them!"

The mention of their named clearly touched a nerve with the lieutenant. "That has nothing to do with it." Briggs replied, his eyes narrowing. "Callahan, I'm not suspending you for one reason and that is because, you've done a good job on the recent burglary busts, but I am giving you once last chance on homicide before I bust your ass down to personnel again."

"Marvelous." Harry muttered as he left the office. "Oh and sir, it wouldn't help you to actually get off your butt and get out there. No wonder you're divorced."

He smirked as he closed the door behind him. "Asshole."

Lieutenant Briggs slammed his fist on table. Callahan was evidently going to remain a thorn in his side for some time. He posed the biggest threat to his Magnum Force project. He relaxed a little. For now at least, the latest mission had been successfully completed. Briggs smiled to himself. Carmine Ricca's assassination had been carried out expertly.

Briggs was a tall, slim man, in his mid-forties, averagely handsome with steely-blue eyes and greying hair. His smart and somewhat dull exterior masked a man with a relentless burning need and lust. He was the man behind the Magnum Force project – his own secret "death squad" of rookie traffic cops, who on his orders were dispatching all of San Francisco's most notorious criminals with frightening efficiency. Ricca was just the tip of the iceberg and there were many more "missions" – as Briggs labelled the executions, to come. Next on the list was J.J Wilson, a well-known pimp and another piece of filth the city wouldn't miss.

Briggs smiled as he recalled what Callahan had said about West and Norris. Their firing had nothing to do with their paychecks, but rather their refusal to join the Magnum Force...and perform "other" tasks for Briggs. Such a shame. Both men had been good-looking and had shown great potential in the department. Alas, they'd threatened to blow the cover of the whole project and Briggs wasn't going to let that happen. No way. So he'd had the two cops booted out of the SFPD so fast their asses hadn't touched the floor, cooked up a story about them being transferred to another department out of the city. At least that was the official story. In truth, West and Norris had been swiftly dispatched by Sweet, one of the Magnum Force squad.

There was a knock on the door. Briggs raised an eyebrow. "Come in."

The door opened and Officer John Davis entered the office.

Lieutenant Briggs smiled. "Congratulations on a job well done," he said, referring to Ricca. "You carried out the assignment flawlessly.

"Thankyou sir," the rookie officer replied.

Briggs purred under his breath, his eyes savouring the young cop – the blonde hair, chiselled features, and immediately felt his cock harden.

Goddammit, goddammit. Shit, shit, fucking shit...can't wait.

"Do you require something else of me sir?" Davis enquired.

"Close those goddamn blinds," Briggs replied, and the officer did as instructed. Briggs rose from his chair and walked over to the door and locked it. He smiled at Davis.

"You please me greatly," he said, moving close and running his hand down the officer's cheek. Davis didn't flinch. Such meetings with his superior were a regular occurrence for him, Sweet and Astrachan, the other members of Magnum Force.

"I am glad sir."

Lieutenant Briggs put his hand over Davis', and leaned in to kiss the officer's cheek. Davis didn't turn his head away. He placed his hand gently on Briggs' cheek, whispered: "You missed, sir." He kissed him carefully on the lips.

Briggs pulled back a little and smiled. "So I did." He nibbed Davis' lower lip gently, still smiling. "You're awfully cute, when you blush like that", he teased a little, pushing the younger cop on his back on the desk.

Davis looked up at his superior, still blushing. Briggs pressed against his crotch, finding him erect and it was his turn to blush.

The friction made him let out a little moan in his throat.

"I need to get out of these clothes", Briggs exclaimed, loosening his tie. "And you too." He took a firm hold of the other's shirt and started tugging it upward.

Davis lifted his arms and got his uniform off quickly. Briggs' blue eyes never left Davis' face as he unbuttoned his shirt and with a little manoeuvring it landed on the floor. He leaned down and kissed Davis' collarbone softly, making his way to the smooth chest and teasing his pert nipples. The rookie cop moaned quietly and Briggs looked up at him, eyes burning with desire.

He kissed Davis hard this time, tongue battling, hands savagely pulling at his trousers as he pressed him against the desk.

Briggs twisted him around, shoving Davis harder against the desk; kissing, touching, wanting. His hand travelled lower, and he hastily unbuttoned and pulled down the rookie's trousers and underwear, to catch hold of his erection, smoothing precum along its length as he started to stroke.

Davis gasped and his head arched back as the lieutenant's knowing hand squeezed and caressed, pulling him towards climax, whilst his mouth traced a pattern along his jaw line.

"S-sir," Davis gasped, grabbing at Briggs' hand. "You need-"

"I need you." Briggs groaned against his neck. "I'm still training you...let me finish that training."

He silenced Davis' objections with his mouth as his hand kept stroking, feeling him writhe and moan beneath him. Suddenly Davis felt the lieutenant's chest push against his back. He moaned as Briggs' cock moved up against the small of his back before he moved it further down; the wide, blunt head pressed in between his cheeks, against his entrance, and then Briggs thrust in, hard.

Davis grunted, full, as his superior leant down harder, pushing in deeper... Davis thrust back against him, still pressed to the desk and tense. He squeezed his eyes shut even before Briggs hit the spot inside him cry out. Fuck, Lieutenant Briggs was cold, composed, and brutal, his large cock was slamming into his ass faster as Davis gripped the desk so tight his fingernails turned white. It hurt like hell but it Christ, it felt amazing at the same time... He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he came, his cum spraying across the desk and some of it across the case file folders strewn across it. Moments later, Briggs cried out as he came, filling his young officer's ass with his seed.

Briggs pulled out, breathing heavily. "That completes your training for today," he gasped, wiping the sweat from his brow. As he put his trousers back on he turned to Davis. "I trust that you'll complete your next mission as instructed?"

"Yes sir," David panted as he tried to compose himself.

"Good boy," added Briggs with a smirk. "You learn quickly."

"What about Callahan? Pretty sure he smells a rat."

"Don't concern yourself with Callahan," Briggs replied, dressing quickly. He opened the lower drawer of his desk and smiled at the small explosive device inside. "I'll personally see that he gets what's coming to him..."



To be continued...



Good Cop, Bad Cop



I was following a black SUV on a back road when the driver suddenly blew right past a stop sign. I reached up and turned on the red light sitting on the dash of my car to get the driver to pull over.

The driver pulled to the shoulder of the road and I stepped out of my car and walked up to the car cautiously.

I got to the window, there was a beautiful brunette with an abundant amount of cleavage revealed, and I knew immediately what she had in mind.

"Ma'am do you know why I pulled you over?" I asked.

She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and replied, "No officer I don't."

I then also noticed that she was wearing a short skirt that she had also obviously pulled even shorter in an effort to keep from getting a ticket.

I have to admit it was beginning to work. It was hard to keep my eyes on hers and not looking down her blouse where her tits were on display and she was obviously not wearing a bra. I stepped closer to the front of the car to keep from looking directly down her blouse and that turned out to be a mistake because now I could see her red sheer, lace panties between her legs.

"I pulled you over because you ran that stop sign back there at the corner." I said.

She turned to look back at the corner, which opened her blouse further, and while she was looking back, I took the opportunity to check out her beautiful full tits.

"Oh my gosh Officer I'm so sorry. I had my mind on other things and I guess I was just not paying attention."

"I'm going to have to issue you a citation for failure to stop. Can I see your license, insurance and registration please?" I responded.

She reached across her car to the glove box and when she did, she leaned way over on purpose letting her skirt ride up on her ass. I looked down and I could see her ass and knew she was wearing a thong or g-string panty. 

As she was reaching she was saying, "Officer is there some way we can get around the ticket? I have had a couple of recent tickets and another one is going to be bad on my record and probably cause my insurance to go up and my husband is going to kill me."

She sat back up and reached for her purse and I said, "I'm sorry but you are just going to have to be more careful."

"How do I know you are a real cop?" She asked.

"I am a detective." I said showing her my badge on my belt.

She was fumbling for her license when she said, "I didn't know detectives gave tickets."

"Yes Ma'am."

She handed me her license and paperwork and on top of them was a hundred dollar bill.

"What's this Ma'am?" I asked holding up the hundred-dollar bill.

"Well I thought maybe we could just forget this ever happened," She replied.

"Ma'am can you shut the car off and step out please?" I asked her.

She shut the car off and said, "Officer I'm sorry if I insulted you."

"Please step out of the car." I said as she opened the door.

I stepped back and she put one leg onto the pavement spreading her legs apart revealing her pussy under her sheer panties. She also bent over as she got out letting her bare tits hang in her blouse so that I got a good view of them.

"Face the car please." I asked her.

She turned and I could not help checking out her ass as the material of her skirt was stretched tight across it.

"Hands behind your back please." I told her.

"Officer PLEASE I'm sorry," She pleaded as she put her hands behind her back and I reached for my set of handcuffs and fastened one wrist and then the other behind her.

I pulled to the back of her car and then told her, "I'm going to get your purse and lock up your car. I will send a wrecker to get it."

"Officer PLEASE! I'll do anything! Surely, there is something we can do to keep this from happening. My husband is going to kill me."

I locked up her car, got her purse, and then took her to the passenger side of my car where I opened the rear door and put her purse inside.

"PLEASE!" She pleaded again.

"Ma'am I'm going to have to search you do you have anything sharp that will stick me on your body?" I asked her.

"No, but please."

I began reading her rights, stooped down wrapping my hands around her right ankle, and moved my hands up her smooth, tanned leg. My hands moved past her knee and onto her thigh and up past her skirt until my hand touched her panty covered pussy.

I then moved to her left leg where I did the same thing and this time when I got to her pussy, I let my right hand cup her pussy where I could feel the heat and the moisture that she was already exuding.

She was breathing heavier now.

I stood behind her and then put my hands on her shoulders and ran my hands down her arms and then around her waist to her flat stomach. I moved my hands up under her breasts and could feel their weight against my hands, then ran my hands across her breasts holding them in my hands. Her hard nipples pressed against the palms of my hands and her heart was beating so hard and fast that I could feel it against my hands.

My cock was rock hard in my slacks as I told her to watch her head putting my hand on her head and helping her into the back seat of my car. I shut the door and walked around to get in the car.

She began begging again, "Please Sir, I think we can work this out here and now if you want to. It is a quiet back road and nobody is around."

I looked in the rearview mirror at her and asked, "Are you offering me sexual favors now for letting you go?"

"Well? Only if that is something you want." She said softly.

"You're married!" I replied.

"Yes Sir but my husband will kill me if our insurance goes up because I was being careless." She said.

I started the car and drove off from the side of the road.

I drove about three miles to my house.

She was silent as I pulled into the garage and closed the door.

I got out of the car and walked around to get her out of the car grabbing her arm and helping her out.

"Does this mean you are taking me up on my offer?" She asked.

"We will see when we get inside," I said.

I took her inside and walked to a column between the kitchen and the living room where I put her back against it. I then unfastened the handcuffs and refastened them so she her arms were handcuffed to the post.

She was breathing heavy and her large full breasts were rising and falling beneath her blouse with each breath.

I stood in front of her and began unbuttoning her blouse slowly revealing more of her cleavage and then her tits.

"Let's have a look at these things that you are so proud of that you thought they would get you out of a ticket." I said as I pulled her blouse open and then back off her shoulders so it hung from her arms behind her back.

I then stepped back and looked at them as she looked at me.

"Wow, they are very nice," I said and it was the truth. They were full and her hard nipples set high up on them.

I then stepped back to her and reached for her side where the zipper was for her skirt. I pulled the zipper down and then slowly pulled her skirt down revealing her what I now found to be a tiny red g-string panty. The skirt hit the floor and I reached down to get it while she stepped up and I pulled it from under her.

Again, I stepped back to admire her fantastic body. She was breathing deeper now and was squirming against the column.

I stepped back up to her to cup her breasts in my hands and then rolled her hard nipples between my fingers. She moaned and closed her eyes and pressed her back against the post.

I bent down, sucked her right nipple into my mouth, and let my tongue flick back and forth across her hard nub until her areola puckered up with excitement.

I moved to her left nipple while letting my hand move to her panty covered pussy and rubbed my hand hard against her pussy while sucking her tit.

Her panties were wet and my cock was so hard it was aching.

She pressed her pussy against my hand as I rubbed harder against her clit, which was so hard I could feel it through her panties.

She moaned again as I switched back to her right nipple and sucked it hard into my mouth and bit it slightly causing her to moan again.

I then stopped and stepped back again to watch her as she squirmed against the post.

"Okay, now let's see. Is it shaved? Is it trimmed? Is it a strip? I'm guessing it is trimmed." I said again stepping back to her hitching my fingers under the waistband of her panties and began pulling them off her hips.

I pulled them slowly wanting to enjoy the reveal of her pussy.

I was directly in front of her pussy as the panties slipped past and I said, "Oh, I was wrong! She has a strip and a nice smooth pussy."

Her pussy looked like a peach. Tight lips with a hard little clit poking from the top of it. I let her panties drop to the floor and then leaned my face in and sucked on her hard clit.

"OH FUCK!" She groaned loudly spreading her legs wider so I had better access to her.

Her clit swelled in my mouth as I sucked on it and at its hardest I let my tongue start to flick back and forth across it which caused her to moan loudly again.

Her thighs began to tremble and her knees bent slightly as she tried to press her pussy harder against my face.

Just before I thought she was ready to cum I stopped and stood up and stepped away from her.

"Oh gawd no! Please finish, make me cum!" She begged as I looked at the lust in her eyes and her trembling body.

She looked so fucking sexy with her tits quivering and naked handcuffed to the post in nothing but her black heels.

I walked behind her and unfastened her handcuffs, moved her arms from around the post, pulled her blouse off her arms so she was now completely naked except her heels.

I kept hold of her wrist and pulled her behind me down the hallway. Her heels clicking along the hardwood floor as we went.

Once in the bedroom I told her to get on the bed on her back. She quickly obliged my request and I climbed on the bed taking the other end of the handcuff fastening it to the post on the headboard. I then reached in my nightstand for another set of handcuffs and fastened her other wrist to the other post leaving her helpless.

I got off the bed and stood at the side of the bed admiring her naked beauty as the last remaining sunlight streamed through the bedroom window and across the bed.

I took my suit jacket off as she intently watched me. I then unbuttoned my shirt and took it off tossing it on the chair in the corner of the room. I took off my shoes and socks and then unfastened my belt, unzipped my slacks and pulled them off.

She was looking at my hard cock pressing against my boxer briefs as I hitched my thumbs under the waistband pulling them down letting my hard cock bound into sight.

As I stepped out of them, I climbed onto the bed and on top of her as she spread her legs letting me have full access to her body.

I kissed her and then her neck and she rolled her head to the side moaning letting me kiss and suckle her sweetly perfumed skin.

I moved down her body between her tits as their weight and fullness separated them I kissed her cleavage breathing in the scent of her skin. Moving to her right breast I licked her nipple and it immediately responded as her areola again puckered up hard with excitement.

I sucked as much of her tit as I could into my mouth and let my tongue lash her nipple and then stopped and kissed my way to her left nipple and gave it equal attention.

Her chest was rising and falling more rapidly as her breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid now as I kissed down her stomach, past her navel where I let my tongue dip inside her and then I moved between her legs.

She pulled her legs up and I wrapped my arms around her legs, back around to her pussy so I could open her, and expose her inner pussy to my tongue. I kissed her thighs and moved slowly to her clit.

I could still see her hard clit protruding from it's hood in the dim light as I opened my mouth and sucked it in causing her body to jerk in response.

"OH FUCK YES!" She moaned and her body squirmed beneath my face.

I pulled her pussy open further so her hard clit popped farther out and let my tongue flick fast and hard against it.

"FUCK!" She nearly screamed and her hips started rocking up and down, back and forth against my face.

Her thighs began to tremble again as she sucked in a deep breath and was holding it. She stopped moving and her whole body was quivering.

"FUCK YESSSSS!" She screamed as her pussy oozed it's juices onto my face.

I kept with her gyrating body and kept sucking her clit as one orgasm stopped, she rolled right into another one but this one was more intense and I could not stay with her rocking hips.

While she was still coming down from her orgasm I climbed up her gorgeous body until I was straddling her chest and my hard cock was at her full red lips. She immediately opened her mouth and I slipped my cock between those lips into the wet warmth of her waiting mouth. She closed her mouth around my shaft and began sucking my cock as I slowly rocked back and forth fucking her mouth. Her expert tongue was wrapping around my cock as she sucked me. I watched as her ruby red shimmering lips slid up and down my shaft.

I pulled my cock from her mouth because much more of this and I would be unloading in her mouth and as much fun as that sounded I wanted to fuck her sweet pussy.

She looked up at me with those eyes hazed over with lust as I moved back down her body so that I was in-between her legs again.

I grabbed my cock and guided it toward her pussy. She was still staring at me intently waiting as I let my cock split her pussy lips and the head of my cock popped inside her wet pussy.

She moaned and closed her eyes.

I leaned into her letting my cock slid all the way into her wet warmth and then held it there enjoying the feeling of her silky smoothness wrapped around my cock.

After a few moments of that, I was ready to fuck this beauty and began stroking my cock in and out of her.

I watched her tits moving back and forth on her chest as I stroked her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and was pulling me in and out of her body with her heels spurring me on as if she was riding a horse.

I leaned down and kissed her again as I began stroking her harder and faster. Her nipples were hard so I sucked one as I fucked her.

I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and knew I was close to shooting my load inside her so I began fucking her hard and deep. The sound of our groins slapping together was resonating in the dark room as she moaned and continued to spur me on.

"OH SHIT!" I groaned as my cum raced up my shaft and exploded inside her pussy.

It felt like I was going to pass out it was such an intense orgasm. I shot load after load into her before finally stopping and opening my eyes to see her looking up at me grinning.

"Does this mean I'm not getting a ticket?" She asked.

I laughed and rolled from between her legs.

I laid there for a moment catching my breath before getting the keys and unlocking the cuffs from her wrists.

"You are free to go." I said.

I laid back down on the bed on my back and she snuggled up against me and said, "I think I'll stay right here."

"Really?"

"Really, but do you think we should go back and get the car?" My wife asked.

"Na! It will be okay until in the morning." I replied.

"Happy Anniversary Honey." She said.

"Happy Anniversary to you too Babe, I Love You!" I replied.

We laid there for a little longer and then fucked again before falling asleep.