3 comments/ 11085 views/ 17 favorites TOP COP Ch. 01 By: FamFunandSun This is the fictitious story of a young female rookie police officer assigned to patrol the downtown theatre district with an experienced field-training officer (FTO). LB, formerly known as FBB, my love and soul mate is the coauthor and editor. Mellissa shows up for roll call and meets Gene, her FTO; a guy she heard at the academy was a stickler for details and a good mentor in the field who had recently returned to the street after a tour with a special task force. Melissa was a unique young lady; athletic, she had won a full scholarship and competed in gymnastics at a major university before serving a tour with the Marine Corps. Leaving active duty, she signed on as a police recruit with the Metro Force; her goal was to become the youngest detective on the force. She reported in to the precinct, carrying her go bag of gear and hoping no one would notice that she was as nervous as the first day she walked onto Pendleton as a brand new butter bar (the nickname given to second lieutenants in the Corps). The desk sergeant pointed her down the hall to the roll call room where the other officers on night shift had started to gather. Walking into the room her FTO recognized her and called out "Probie." The others looked to see the new guy or, in this case, gal was. She walked over to the empty desk next to the FTO and dropped her bag to the floor with a thud. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail then pinned up to keep it off her collar and within regulations. Her uniform was perfect, a habit from five years as a Marine. She wore just a hint of make-up, and the gold ball stud earrings also from her days in the corps. Her weapon belt rode nicely on her petite body and the mandatory protection vest under her shirt hid the curves of her breasts. Gene, the FTO, would be her partner for the first six months while preparing her for the qualification board and assignment to ride solo. He could make or break her career. Gene had a similar background; he had joined the Metro Force after a tour in the Marine Corps as an enlisted infantryman and RECON Marine. Trained to parachute, scuba dive, and to operate as a special warfare operator, he moved through the squad room with the swagger of a confident operator—whether as a Marine or a police officer. He was one of the most respected officers in the squad and everyone expected he would be on the next sergeant's list and most likely selected as a detective since assignment to the special task force was a plain-clothes gig. Gene was still as fit as his days as a special operator in the Marines. His hair still clipped short but not quite the "high and tight" so often seen in Marine recruiting posters. A hint of gray was starting to appear at his temples and the younger squad mates often kidded him about being the old man. Like Melissa, his uniform was perfect. After the sergeant called roll, Melissa had to stand up and do the mandatory introduction, which included a round of whistles and taunts from her new squad mates. Walking to the patrol car Gene tossed her the keys and told her to roll! Melissa strapped the seat belt over her body. Gene's eyes seemed to linger as she settled into the seat and started the engine to begin their patrol. It wasn't long before they got a call to return to the lieutenant's office ASAP. Walking back past the sergeant's office he glanced at them with an inquisitive look. Gene shrugged his shoulders, telling the sergeant he didn't know what was up. Gene and Melissa reported to the lieutenant. He looked at them for several minutes before referencing papers in his hands. He informed them that they were being put on a mission and were going to be on loan to a special federal task force. Even though Melissa was a probie she fit the requirements for this investigation and the chief had signed off on the request for assistance. The lieutenant said they needed to go with him to meet with the feds where they would be properly briefed and sworn in as federal officers. At the fed's office they met the special agent in charge, or as everyone called him the SAC. The SAC was responsible for all the bureau operations but because this one was so high profile he would personally be overseeing the investigation. In the briefing they were told that Melissa would be the primary undercover and Gene would be her guardian angel. The guardian angel is the officer who would be looking after her safety from a cautious distance but close enough to make sure she was never in danger (as if an undercover cop could ever be in a safe position). The target of the investigation was an elected member of the state government who was selling contracts to the highest bidder. He was divorced and known to like having a young lady on his arm at any public event and was rumored to also have a kinky side in the bedroom. The SAC told Mellissa she was not required to have sex with the target but that if she was ok with participating at least to some level it would probably work towards her being trusted and would further the investigation. With the briefing over they were sworn in which would give them the same arrest powers as any of the regular feds. The lieutenant handed Melissa a new ID, a driver's license with her new undercover name, credit cards, and keys to a nice apartment in a high rise on the east side. He told her that unless she had a closet full of party wear and outfits befitting a "woman of the night" she should use the credit cards to buy anything she needed or felt would be appropriate attire. With that, Melissa finished her first day in uniform. The next day she would start her new role as an undercover "party girl." Back at the station, Gene suggested to Mellissa that she leave her car there and they would get a rental for her so she wouldn't compromise her personal vehicle. After changing from their uniforms, they met in the lobby. Walking through the parking lot Gene looked over at his new partner now dressed in rather tight jeans, sandals with a medium heel, and a red sleeveless top. His eyes lingered over the curves of her nicely shaped bum and the perfectly formed legs in her tight jeans. He pointed her towards a bright yellow two-seater hardtop convertible Mercedes and opened the passenger door so he could look at her again as she slid into the bucket seat and brought her legs into the small compartment. Gene climbed in, started the turbo engine, and pressed the switch for the hardtop to slide neatly into the trunk. "Mellissa, I think you will do fine in this assignment, you aren't the usual recruit. You've deployed with the Corps and have the maturity to pull this off. Do you have any thoughts?" "Well, I'm not sure what the lieutenant meant about the sex." She admitted. "When you get to that point you will have to make the decision and since you have to live with it only you can make it. Would you like to stop for a snack before I drop you off?" "Sure that would be good and we can get know one another." Gene pressed the accelerator and Mellissa felt the gravity pushing her back into her seat as he raced down the avenue and turned into the parking lot of a small Irish bar, the usual hangout for a bunch of cops. Raising the roof, they climbed from the car. Gene again looked over to see her perfect ass as she removed her off-duty weapon that was in a holster, tucked nicely in the small of her back, and put it in her purse. Walking in they passed by several faces that she recognized from roll call. Gene touched her shoulder, directing her to a booth in the back away from the ears of the other officers. They ordered beers and started telling each other about their lives, their time in the Corps, and both found out that the other was single. Finishing their fish and chips they turned up the last of their beer, paid their tab, and went out into the parking lot. Gene opened the door and breathed in the scent of perfume that wasn't there when she got out of the car. He smiled to himself when he decided she must have put it on in the ladies' room along with the red lip-gloss that he noticed when she came back to the table. Dropping the top on the Mercedes again, he followed her instructions to her apartment that, luckily, was not very far away. He looked over and noticed the cool evening air had given rise to her nipples and she must have been wearing a light bra because they were starting to show against the fabric of her top. Since they were both beat they decided they would wait until they got some rest to move over to the apartment. "Gene would you like to come up and help me think about what I might need to take with me?" She gave him the code to enter her parking garage and he parked in the guest spot. Walking to her townhouse, she slipped her hand innocently around his arm and he looked down at her, enjoying her scent. She opened the door, slid her gun from her purse, and secured it in the drawer. Kicking off her sandals, Gene noticed her nice manicure and nail polish as she walked to the stereo and put on some music. "Gene, would you help look at my clothes and see what I should take?" They walked back to the bedroom and she went over to a walk-in closet, flipped on the lights, and motioned for Gene. He looked at the racks of clothes wondering how Mellissa looked in the minis, evening gowns, and party dresses as well as regular business suits. He made some suggestions and she grabbed them from the rack, tossed them on the bed, and started picking shoes. Walking into the bedroom, she looked at Gene and said, "Well that's a start, now I guess I better get to my unmentionables," said with a slight snicker. Gene looked over at her and said, "I think that is my cue to leave...?" "Why? You're my guardian, you're suppose to help me, right?" He shrugged and said, "I guess so," and sat down on the edge of the bed. She opened the drawer, pulled out an assortment of panties and bras adding them to the pile, and then held up a bustier, asking, "Do you think I will need this?" Gene smiled and said, "I don't know, maybe you should put it on." Gene was not expecting her to do anything, however, unabashedly she unbuckled her jeans and shimmied out of them showing that she was wearing a red thong. When she pulled the top off he noticed that her lacy bra matched her thong. Slowly she walked towards him dropping her bra and then her thong and stood in front of him. He reached up, put his hands on her perfect ass, and pulled her to him. She collapsed onto him and he fell back onto the bed. Melissa started kissing him while she continued to rub her body against his, imitating the lap dance she once saw done to her platoon commander at a San Diego all-officer bar run before they deployed. She started working the buttons on his polo shirt and then pulled it over his head, exposing his ripped chest and abs. She moved down, kneeling in front of him. She slowly undid his belt and pulled his jeans off as he lifted himself from the chaise to make it easier for her to take them off. She looked approvingly as his cock had begun to respond to her suggestive moves and the pleasing sight of her nude body. She took it into her mouth and lightly dragged her nails over his engorged balls making him groan as his cock continue to swell. Putting his hands on her sides, he lifted her easily and he slid back so he was lying on the chaise and she was on top of him. She moved her body over his aligning her pussy, which was nearly bare with only a small line of blonde hair on her mound, over his salivating mouth. Now in a 69 he was licking her pussy as she ran her mouth up and down his cock, both groaning with pleasure as they moved closer and closer to orgasm. Their bodies seemed to move in unison. He licked faster and faster, her lips swelling with passionate juices, until finally stopping on her clit. As she moved excitedly over his love tool, swallowing every inch of his cock, she squeezed his balls just as he began shooting his hot cum into her mouth. Turning her on the chaise so she was on her back he pushed his tongue deeper into her love hole until she gripped her legs around his head and screamed in ecstasy! Recovering, she looked at him with a wink of her blue eyes and said, "Is this how you break in all your new partners?" TOP COP Ch. 02 This is the second part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. She had an unexpected night with her FTO and are now going through the process of joining the investigation. LB, formerly known as FBB, my love and soul mate is the coauthor and editor. ***** Melissa snuggled with Gene, her new partner, field-training officer (FTO), oh and lover, after they had both rolled from the chaise settling onto the floor as the orgasms rolled through their bodies. She had no idea when she reported for her first day of duty as a rookie police officer that she would end up in bed with another cop, much less her FTO. They snuggled on the floor kissing and enjoying each other for a while. Then Melissa got up, pushed the clothes from the bed, pulled back the comforter, and motioned for Gene to join her. She didn't know if there was a Mrs. Gene and this would be the crucial moment; whether or not he excused himself to go home. If he did then that would be a clear indicator that there was a Mrs. Gene and this was only a one-night stand. To her delight, Gene went to the bathroom, emerging minutes later still completely nude and slid under the covers and took her into his arms. Melissa snuggled under his strong embrace with her head lying on his chest, hearing his heartbeat; they both quickly dozed off under the cool sheets as the paddle fan turned slowly over her bed. With a start, they both jumped when both their cell phones went off; first Melissa's then Gene's. The calls ended before either could find their phones in the pile of clothes from yesterday. Looking at the missed call on the screens they realized it was time to go to work; the calls were from the lieutenant. Gene decided it would probably be best if he returned the call. After a couple of rings the lieutenant (often called LT) was on the line. "Hey LT, sorry missed your call. What's up?" "Gene, I need you to pick up Melissa and meet me at the fed's building for a meeting at 1000. They have some requirements to go over with you guys." Not waiting for Gene to answer the phone went dead. Looking at his watch laying on the nightstand and trying to remember how it got off his wrist, he picked up the Omega Seamaster—not the typical watch for a street cop but a watch for a special operator in the Marines. He bought it at PX in Europe, while traveling through Europe to the Middle East a few weeks after the Marines recalled him after 9/11. Making a list of what he needed to do, he started to dress and told Melissa they had two hours to get downtown. Melissa, looking at him with a quizzical expression, wondered if he was leaving or... Gene realized he needed to let her in on the plan and said: "Ok young lady, we need to get dressed in something we weren't wearing yesterday and meet the LT at the fed's office for a meeting." I have a go bag in the car so I'm going to go get it, you better jump in the shower." "Shouldn't I make some coffee first?" Being ever a Marine, she knew the morning priorities! "Damn, you are thinking!" She had passed his first test of being a suitable partner. Happy that his new partner wasn't whining he stepped out into the cool morning air and grabbed the black bag in the trunk. It was one of two matching bags; this one held a change of civilian clothes suitable for work and the toiletries he would need to clean up. The other bag was his tactical go bag; it contained his passport and other important documents, a couple of meals ready to eat (MREs in military speak), bottled water, a poncho liner, an extra Sig Sauer P229 9mm, and 1000 rounds of hollow point personal defense ammo. The ammo was a special purchase of LEO (law enforcement officer) ammo from the dealer that supplied the department. In a long padded bag was a Smith & Wesson rifle similar to the military issue M-4 also with a 1000 rounds of ammo. In another bag he had binoculars, a medical kit, and other essentials he might need if things ever went sideways. Walking into the bedroom, he dropped the bag to the floor, pulled out his shaving kit, and opened the bathroom door greeted by a puff of steam. Gene thought, "Great, she likes hot water!" Then thought, "That could have more than on meaning..." Sliding the shower door open he stepped into the custom-built shower room, equipped with multiple heads and seats jutting from the already wet walls to sit and relax - definitely a unit built for more than one person. Melissa had just put shampoo in her hair and Gene put his hands to top of her scalp and started massaging the suds through her blonde locks. Rinsing her long hair he followed the shampoo with the conditioner Melissa handed him. He took the body wash and started applying it to her shoulders and back while Melissa began washing her breasts. Gene, standing behind her, moved his hands to replace hers. Rubbing her breasts he firmly manipulated each nipple between his fingers as if he were inspecting them. She turned on the balls of her feet to face him, looked up into his green eyes and pressed her lips to his as the water cascaded over their bodies. "Baby, do we have time?" "Melissa, there will always be time!" With that answer, Melissa turned placing her hands on the shower wall, spread her legs, and extended her perfect posterior so Gene could easily slip in behind her and insert his growing tool into her waiting love canal. She felt the head of his cock press against her opening and with a mutual push he was quickly buried inside her and their bodies began to move in unison; their breathing getting harder and faster as they enjoyed the morning pleasure. It didn't take long. With a loud scream they both climaxed, Melissa collapsing into his arms she kissed his chest as the warm water poured over his body. Melissa looked to face him and said, "Mr. what are you doing to me?" "Me?" Gene said with the look of a kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar! Melissa took her towel and began drying off as Gene finished washing. Grabbing a towel he joined her in the master bath with dual sinks so they could both get ready. Applying shaving cream to his face, she asked whether she should dress as a civilian or wear her hair up like she would do in uniform. Gene reminded her that as of yesterday she was undercover and should forget about acting or dressing like a cop. Gene finished and went into the bedroom to begin dressing while Melissa finished drying her hair and applying make-up; daytime appropriate but not to uniform standards. In the bedroom, the question Melissa had asked in the shower, "Superman. what are you doing to me?" rang through Gene's mind as he slipped into a clean pair of casual khaki trousers, a pressed oxford shirt, and casual brown loafers. He had a blazer in the car which would cover his Sig Sauer P229 service weapon, also set to use standard police 9mm ammo, which he would carry in the small of his back and his back-up Sig P938 in an ankle holster on his right leg. Melissa came out of the shower wrapped in a towel around her body covering her breast. She walked to Gene, kissed him again, and told him, "Well you clean up nicely. What should I wear?" "Melissa, you can either wear casual slacks or a skirt, doesn't have to be fancy. Think business casual." "Ah, OK." With that she reached in her closet for a cute and short but respectful denim skirt, a white long sleeve cotton blouse with western cut and a pair of brown mid-heel open toed shoes. She grabbed some jewelry to put on in the car. Collecting her purse and taking her weapon from the drawer she checked the magazine, racked back the slide to ensure a round was in the chamber, and slid the now "locked and loaded" weapon into a special compartment of her bag. She had invested in a purse specially made for a lady carrying a weapon so it would not be floating around in her purse. At the range, she spent as much time practicing drawing from her purse as she did from the belt holster. Getting into the car, Gene looked over and pointed to the roof. He usually drove with the top down but wasn't sure if Melissa would want to mess up her hair before the meeting. Without answering him, she reached for the switch on the console, pressed it and in less than a minute the motors began to whirr; opening the trunk and then sliding the roof back into its storage position. Gene decided she had just passed her second test. Driving, Gene concentrated on the morning traffic and didn't notice Melissa's hand inching towards the leather gearshift knob. Laying her hand over his she said: "Gene, I'm not sure how last night happened but I don't regret it and I hope you don't. Nevertheless, please understand, I hope that it wasn't intended to be a 'one-night stand'. I will always conduct myself professionally when we're around other officers or the Feds. I don't know if there is someone else in your life but if there is I will understand. Just don't lead me down the wrong path, I am not interested in being the other woman. Does that make sense?" Coming to a red light, Gene glided the sports car to a stop and, catching a whiff of Melissa's perfume as the wind blew his way, looked at her. "Melissa, last night happed because two adults were attracted to each other. I don't regret it either and, no, there is no one in my life. I'm not a two-woman man, hell I can barely handle one lady! I do appreciate what you are saying about professionalism. If I had thought it would be a problem I would have never come on to you. Neither of us needs the locker room rumors or the damage it could do to our careers. Yesterday, I saw a very special woman when you walked into the squad room." Relaxing, she smiled at him. They didn't say much the rest of the trip, they simply enjoyed the fresh morning air and sunshine. Pulling up to the gate of the federal building Gene showed his new badge and credentials identifying him to be a special deputy marshal to the gate guard, who then pointed him to a visitor spot. He parked the yellow Mercedes Kompressor in a line of non-descript government cars all assigned to the assortment of federal agencies that were occupants of the building or the adjoining courthouse. Walking toward the entrance, they spotted the LT and the SAC both who looked over at the bright yellow car. Entering the building, the SAC muttered to no one in particular, "We may need to do something with the yellow car, kinda stands out doesn't it?" TOP COP Ch. 03 This is the third part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. The romance between Melissa and Gene continues with more revelations about themselves. LB, formerly known as FBB, my love and soul mate is the coauthor and editor. ***** Melissa, Gene, their boss, a Metro Police LT, and the fed's special agent in charge, (or SAC) were all quiet traveling in the elevator. At the door to the task force offices, they showed the uniformed security officer their creds and he gave them temporary access badges that were on beaded chains that they placed around their necks. Melissa's badge dangled between her pert breasts and gave everyone she passed a reason to stare at her trim yet feminine figure. Entering the conference room, the SAC introduced them to the other agents that would be working the case and a few specialists that would provide various support functions. "This is Melissa. She will be our UC (under-cover) while Gene will be her "guardian angel" (back up always close at hand). They'll need to be briefed up on the case and will need to meet with each of the support office reps before they leave today." Each agent briefed their part of the case and Melissa gathered there was a corrupt politician who was selling government contracts and favors. Because most of the money was coming from "federal sources," the Feds had jurisdiction over the crime. Since the target may have recognized officers that had 'been on the job', the SAC asked for a fresh officer straight from the academy and one that was appropriately nice looking, young, sexy, and with the maturity to operate as a UC. After the briefing they made the rounds to each support rep. The first was a surveillance specialist that wanted to talk to them about the cars they planned to lease. He would install the radios, covert recording equipment, as well as special compartments that would contain back-up weapons in the event they may need them. He explained that to open the compartments a sensor would have to recognize the fingerprint of the person before the class-7 lock would disarm. He suggested that Melissa would probably work best with something sporty. After comparing a few models, he suggested a Porsche 918 Cabriolet as a nice pick for Melissa and for Gene a high-end European SUV. Using an American model would look similar to ones used by many law enforcement agencies. After they rented the cars, the specialist told them to send them to a specific garage downtown, which turned out to be a fed front company, to have the special gear installed. Next, they stopped by the armor, or gunsmith. He opened the vault and they selected a number of different weapons. They both preferred Sig Sauer's but Melissa also chose a small S&W Bodyguard 380 with laser sights and a nice thigh holster that would fit discreetly under any dress. Gene also picked out a tactical shotgun and a Smith & Wesson rifle that matched the one in his personal vehicle. There next stop was a lady who reminded them both of an old seamstress that worked at many neighborhood shops that seemed to have disappeared over the years. She explained to Melissa that she should bring a few of her bras, jeans and a jacket to have "bugs" sewn into the garment. She also handed Melissa a padded jewelry bag, when she opened it she saw an assortment of items that she learned were either bugs or emergency signaling pieces disguised as jewelry to alert Gene and other back-up agents if she were in trouble. Back in the SAC's office, he explained that they should never drive their UC cars to any meetings at either the police station house or the federal building. Gene could use his personal car if they needed to meet at a government location. He then handed them tickets to travel to the fed's academy in order to go through a two-week long UC procedures course. The SAC apologized to Gene, knowing he had just been released from a special task force. However, this was a new requirement from Justice after some other agencies blew several UC ops and ended up on the front page of most daily newspapers in the country. He then gave them the address of a special "shopper" that would help Melissa pick out any special wardrobe items and asked Gene if he had a tuxedo and eveningwear etcetera. He handed him a check for $5,000 to cover any new items, as well as wear and tear on his personal clothes. With their heads spinning with all the details, Gene suggested that they first go car shopping followed by a visit to the "shopper" to assist Melissa. At the leasing office of a dealer that handled European leases, they selected the Porsche in red with black interior that the specialist recommended and a BMW SUV in gray for Gene (who soon realized he was going to lose his beloved convertible!). The agent placed the order for the cars and Gene told the pleasant and rather attractive young lady to deliver the cars to the fed garage since they would likely still be at the academy when they arrived. Deciding to stop for lunch, they picked a small seafood place not far from the beach. Sitting at a table on the patio, they looked like a couple having lunch and not the UC cops that they really were. Gene felt something rubbing his bare ankle and realized Melissa had slipped her foot from her shoe and was rubbing her perfectly manicured and polished toes along his leg, playing footsies with him. What a surprise! He looked over with a smirk, letting her know much he appreciated what she was doing. Gene ordered a dozen oysters and clams, not asking whether Melissa would eat what most women considered as "little slimy things." The waiter set the iced platter in the center of the table. Melissa (not missing a beat) opened a package of crackers, stirred some horseradish into the sauce, added a few shots of Tabasco, and squirted the sliced lemon over the sea creatures. She hungrily slurped one of the large oysters with sauce and cracker into her mouth. Gene looked at her tender young face and smiled thinking, 'Test three passed'. Not wanting to sit through Melissa's session with the wardrobe "shopper" Gene dropped her in front of the classy ladies store and told her to call his cell when she was ready - he was going to check out the condominiums. The feds picked a newly built upscale high-rise that overlooked the bay with a yacht basin, swimming pool, and any other amenity that one could imagine. Gene's unit was rather large for one person but it could accommodate a working area for him and other surveillance specialist that may need to monitor what was going on in Melissa's two-bed room unit, which was decorated to reflect the taste of a sexy young lady who was moving in the power circles of the city. Gene noticed a desk in one bedroom that was set up as an office, covered with a number of recorders that he assumed were connected to microphones and cameras in Melissa's unit. "Mmmm... I hope this doesn't turn into a problem," thinking he had only known her for a few days but was becoming infatuated with her. He went into the kitchen and saw the refrigerator was stocked with a few items and then went to the bar cabinet near the sliding glass door which led to the balcony overlooking the bay that was also stocked with an assortment of bottles. Looking out over the bay, he remembered his days spent sailing, always in the company of beautiful sexy ladies but none that seemed to have put a lock on his heart as this young officer had in less than 48 hours. The vibration of his cell phone, which began flashing Melissa's name, brought him back to reality. Gene pulled to the curb in front of the store. Melissa opened the door and slid rear-end first into the seat as a proper lady would, preventing Gene from enjoying a gratuitous look at her legs. Since they were near Gene's place, he suggested they go there to digest everything and discuss what was next for them to accomplish before they caught their flights to the East Coast for the two-week course. Playing it close he figured he could grill some steaks and ply her with some beer. Maybe he would be lucky a second night! Pulling up the drive Melissa gazed at the house that she could not image was occupied by a lowly police officer. The drive led to an English Tudor-style home with an attached garage that Gene pulled into and parked next to a Land Rover SUV and a more elegant dark Mercedes Sedan. "Gene, I'm not trying to be nosy but who do you live with? We can go back to my place if you want." "Melissa, it's a well-kept secret which no one at the station house knows, but I am what we like to call "comfortable". Those are my cars and, since the maid probably finished around one with her every-other day cleaning, she is long gone and the house is ours." Raising her brows Melissa let out a low, "Ohhh I see..." Walking through the garage, Gene disarmed the alarm and waited for the conformation before he opened the door that led to a large field stone deck that surrounded a tiled swimming pool with an adjoining hot tub spa. There were tables and assorted lounge chairs and chaises, which would make it a perfect place to entertain. "Too bad I didn't bring a swim suit!" Melissa said, waiting for Gene to unlock the back door so they could go in the house. Gene turned to her, "Do you need a suit?" with a smile on his face. The house looked massive for a single man to live in. Gene went on to explain that when his parents passed away he inherited the house, the family's companies, (that for the most part he let the managers run) and several more houses in various locales frequented by those that also considered themselves to be comfortable. He looked into the restaurant-sized refrigerator and pulled out two beers, popped the caps off the bottles, and handed one to the first lady that he had invited to his home in a long time. "Melissa, if you want to swim there are some spare suits in the pool house that I keep for guests. Or... since we have already seen each other nude..." "Shut up, you know I was kidding!" With that, she kicked off her heels, began unzipping her skirt, and was quickly standing in matching bra and panties while Gene swallowed a long drink of beer. "I'll be right back." Gene said as he turned to get fresh towels and robes. He heard the door open and, a few seconds later, the splash of water as Melissa jumped nude into the cool water. Stepping over her panties and bra lying in a pile in the entranceway Gene quickly stripped, crossed the patio, and dove into the water surfacing next to Melissa. Reaching over he scooped her up into his arms, holding her as if she were a young child. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the lips that she had wanted to kiss all day during what seemed to be an endless run of meetings. "You know there, 'Superman,' I could get used to this." He carried her to the side of the pool, set her down at the water's edge, and placed her legs over his shoulders; burying his face into her love mound tasting the pussy that he had dreamt about all day. She couldn't believe how he made her feel, oh so good! Could life be this good? He moved from licking down her pussy lips and pushed her back so she was lying on the deck exposing her ass to his tongue that he began to lick and pressed his tongue against her pink bud and then back to sucking on her clitoris. Climbing from the water, he picked her up and carried her into the house, letting her down softly on the carpeted floor in the den. He plunged his throbbing cock into her pussy to fuck her for the second time that day. Gene's cock was racing in when he felt her small but muscular body begin to press against him. Melissa rolled him onto the floor without letting him slip out of her vagina. She now had him lying on the floor with his arms stretched and his wrist pinned to the floor. She kept up the motion, moving her hips over his love tool bring him closer and closer to orgasm. She dropped her head down, released his arms and began sucking on his nipples. He wrapped his arms around her holding her tight as his cum rushed through his cock and into her pussy. Collapsing on top of him she kissed him again, "Superman, what are you doing to me!" TOP COP Ch. 04 This is the fourth part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. They are getting to know each other both in and out of the bedroom. LB, formerly known as FBB, my former love and still a soul mate is the coauthor and editor. ***** Gene helped Melissa to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. Lightly kissing her face, he started to pull away, "Melissa, are you ready for some dinner?" Nodding yes, Gene led her inside the house and upstairs to the master bath. Starting the water, he kissed her again and said he would start the grill and be back in a few minutes. Melissa stepped into the shower and, soaping her breasts, noticed the small bite marks that Gene had left on the top of her breast. Rubbing her breast she thought about the day and how it had unfolded. Running her hands over her body she thought, "This is too good to be true..." and hoped she was wrong'. Deep in thought, she heard Gene climbing the stairs and waited for him to join her under the warm water; she again thought how much she wanted this to never end. Gene stepped into the shower and immediately took in the view of his partner covered in soapsuds. He picked up the body wash and started cleaning the pool chlorine from his body while Melissa stepped out of the shower and began drying off with a bath towel that was toasty warm, "This guy knows how to treat lady!" Wearing the robe he left on the bed, she went downstairs and waited for him in the great room off the kitchen. Gene put on a pair of shorts and polo shirt and went down the steps to find his new lover. Spotting her in the great room, he quietly approached her from her blind side and planted a kiss on her neck. Melissa, ever at the ready, reached up, put Gene in a chock hold, and pulled him over the top of the chair and onto the floor. "Okay, I don't guess I will do that again." Gene muttered not expecting a response from his lover / assailant. Moving quickly she put her foot across his exposed throat and took the pose of a trained fighter. "Okay, okay, I give..." Gene shouted as he grabbed her foot and threw her backwards on to the couch. Melissa relaxed and put her arms out and took Gene into her arms. Looking into his eyes she said, "Truce?" Gene thought to himself, "Test 4 passed!" Gene kissed her and went to the refrigerator. He pulled the steaks that the maid had put into a special marinade that Gene stole from a ship's cook when he was diving in the Caribbean. Motioning her to join him, he went outside to the grill that was now at the perfect temperature for grilling meat. Arranging the meat he added the veggies, which the maid had also prepped for him then turned his attention to Melissa. She was sitting on a lounger, sipping a glass of merlot. "How would you like your steak?" Melissa answered, "Like any red-blooded Marine, rare!" Gene again thought to himself, "Test 5 passed!" Gene speared the food and placed it on the plates. They moved to a table next to the pool where they could eat more comfortably, Gene refilled their glasses with the merlot and looked to Melissa, "What do we need to do tomorrow?" "Well, I need to drop off the things for the seamstress to adapt with the bugs, finish my check in with the prescient or is that OBE, (overcome by events) and eventually I need to touch base with my folks. Is that permissible?" "Tell me about them." Gene responded as he stuck a piece of perfectly grilled steak into his mouth. "My dad retired from the Corps, as a colonel at Special Operations Command and my Mom taught school but then became the proverbial "June Cleaver" housewife, why?" Trying not to show any emotion or give away what he was thinking Gene put it together; the Corps, Melissa's last name, and her attitude. Melissa was the daughter of his battalion commander when the Corps recalled him. The Colonel was in Gene's eyes one of the most professional special operators he had worked with; smart, a leader, and not about to send his Marines on stupid missions! There had been a disagreement between the Colonel and an Army general, Gene figured the incident had likely cost the Colonel his chance to make general but probably saved Gene's team. Gene thought to himself, "Damn and I have been sleeping with his daughter!" Gene responded to Melissa, "Yeah just tell him it is "close hold" and not to tell anyone that might call looking for you, okay? He will understand." Not long after the sun settled over the horizon, the evening cooled. Melissa asked, "Are you taking me home or am I here for the night?" "Ladies choice." Gene replied, hoping that she would stay since he would enjoy her in his bed but also after a few merlots, he didn't really want to drive. "Take me to bed or loose me forever..." Gene couldn't believe she was quoting lines from the movie "Top Gun." Following her directions he took her hand, extinguished the tiki torches as they walked hand in hand into the house. Walking into the bedroom, she slipped out of the thick robe and under the covers while Gene set the alarms on the house and shut off the unneeded lights. Moving the comforter to the side, he slid under the covers, lying in his bed with his sexy partner for the second night. Gene held her in his arms as she fondled his cock; however, the day had taken its toll and soon they were both sound asleep. Gene woke with the first rays of sunshine breaking through the curtains and blinds that he failed to close the previous night, he looked over to the angelic face of Melissa thinking that her safety was now his responsibility and he would do everything to make sure she remained safe and in his bed. As he rustled under the covers, Melissa rolled over and opened her eyes with a light smile she said, "Good morning Superman!" She raised her face to his and placed her lips lightly against his muttering, "So what do we do today?" Gene wrapped his arms around her, held her tight, and feeling his cock growing he maneuvered Melissa's lithe body until she was sitting on him with her legs around his waist. Melissa knew what she wanted and reached behind her to guide Gene's cock into her waiting pussy. "Come on baby put it in me! Yeah that is what I want, fuck me, fuck me... oh god you are making me cum baby!" They continued fucking, sweat rolled down their toned and tanned bodies, they grew closer to both of them exploding in unison. Melissa pushed him back, remounted herself on his cock with her hips slapping against him. "Cum for me Superman! I want your cum in my body, plant your seed my lover...!" Gene felt the pressure building in his balls tightening as the tremors began moving through their bodies. She moved faster and faster, put her mouth to his shoulder, and bit down leaving fresh marks on his shoulder. "Baby what are you doing to me?" Lying together, kissing and feeling the heat of each other's bodies Gene finally ended their bliss and suggested they had better get a move on. Checking his email, he saw a message that they should have their personal items ready that afternoon to have the boxes moved to the condominiums. Gene suggested, since Melissa would need to move more things that they return to her townhouse and prepare for the moving van. Just like the previous morning they both jumped into the shower. Feeling the hot water running over each other's bodies, they began soaping and feeling the hardness of the muscles as well as the softness of the areas that were supposed to be, like her pert breast. Climbing out together, they both dried each other and slowly started doing all the things that two adults do to prepare for the day. Gene tossed some bagels into the toaster and started preparing the coffee. He waited for his lover to come down the stairs. Looking at the morning "Press" he saw a story of their target on the front page along with a picture of him with a much younger lady as the opening of a new development. Gene smiled and thought about how it was going to feel to put the cuffs on this mutt! Dressed in the clothes from yesterday, Melissa took mugs sitting next to the coffee maker and poured both of them their coffee. Being the lady, she prepared Gene's bagel for him while he cut thin slices of smoked salmon, onions and cappers for her to add to the crisp bread. "Nice story on the front page." Gene said and tossed the first section of the metro's morning paper to Melissa. "I'll start building a file of this kind of stuff for background and it will be over in the office of my condominium." Grabbing their weapons and Melissa refilling their coffee, they headed to the garage; Gene activated the house alarms then hit the button to unlock the Range Rover. Melissa stepped on the running board to more easily climb into the SUV and put her coffee in the cup holder, adjusted the seatbelt, and waited for Gene to start the engine. Leaning over, as the engine started, Gene placed a kiss on her lips and almost slipped and said the fatal words. Steering the SUV down his drive Gene again reflected on the last few days, "Damn I am fucking the Colonel's daughter!" TOP COP Ch. 05 This is the fifth part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Gene, her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. Brian and Samantha agents that will be working with them on the undercover case join them at the safe house. LB, formerly known as FBB, my former love and still a soul mate is the coauthor and editor. The story takes place in a large metropolitan city on the west coast. Samantha and Brian work for a fictitious federal law enforcement agency. ---------------------------------- Sam and Mel climbed from the pool using the steps at the shallow end. As they left the pool, the men offered the topless ladies a huge beach towel. They dried their bodies, but neither of the ladies tried to cover their bare breasts. They casually walked over to the table where Gene had set their drinks. Sitting down, not trying to be modest, they both smiled at the agents; men they would be working with and relying on to watch their backs. With a clink of their drink glasses, the others went in the pool house to change and join the fun. It wasn't long after they all returned to the pool and started a game of water volleyball that Mel and Sam realized the games was being played just to see the ladies jump around in the water topless. The novelty wore off as the men decided it was time for dinner. Several of the agents were heading back to the city leaving only Gene, Brian one of the other agents working the case, along with Sam and Mel. The ladies excused themselves to go in and change while Brian and Gene prepared the grill for the steaks and veggies that would be dinner. "Sam, I hope you didn't mind playing in the pool?" "Well it was a surprise when you flipped me and the kiss was unexpected. But it was all fun!" "Sam, I don't mean to be too bold, but I really did think you were extremely sexy when you walked in the front door. I was hoping you would be staying the night." Sam walked over to Mel. She took her hand, looked at her beautiful face, and whispered, "I read your file. I know more about you than you probably realize, including your days at LSU." Melissa's face began to turn red with the idea that Sam knew about her on-campus romance with her sorority big sister, Jeanie. "Mel, don't worry, it's fine. But after reading your bio, I decided I needed to be involved in the case instead of sending one of my staff." Mel smiled over her shoulder and stepped into the shower to rinse off the chlorine. "Want to join me?" It would be a quick shower with only a few minutes to kiss and touch each other. Before they knew it they had to end before the guys came looking for them. Sam went to her room to dress while Melissa stayed in hers and pulled a pair of linen shorts from her drawer with matching top. She didn't bother with shoes and left the room just as Sam stepped from her room across the hall dressed in a long bellowing beach dress with bare shoulders and tied behind her neck. It was in subtle lavender with a paisley pattern and, like Mel, she was shoeless. Walking out onto the patio they immediately sensed the aroma of the food cooking on the grill and joined the men. Sam seemed to automatically pair off with Brian while Melissa went over and stood next to Gene. The conversation during dinner remained light, avoiding any discussion of the case or work. With the last bite of steak and sip of wine Brian broke what seemed to have cast a pall over the dinner. "We are all adults here, so let's forget trying to maintain professional boundaries. We all know, I think, that some of us have slept with the other and rather than risk bumping into one another sneaking between rooms tonight let's assume that Mel and Gene will be sharing a room and Sam will be in my room. Agreed?" All four burst out laughing! Melissa had heard some of the stories of federal agents that partied hard while away from the home office on details and some had made it into the press with the end of some agents' careers. It appeared she was now seeing it firsthand and noticed that neither Sam nor Brian was wearing wedding or engagement rings. In the chill of the evening air, the foursome decided to retreat into the family room and Gene started a movie that he and Mel had wanted to watch. Mel had already settled onto the curve-shaped couch. She sat with her legs tucked under her body and leaned back towards where Gene would sit, using his shoulder as a backrest. The other couple took to the opposite end of the couch, sitting close to one another as if they were a couple and not coworkers. The movie, an action flick set in the not-too-distant future, quickly lost the attention of the four and the sounds of kissing and clothes rustling could be heard over the movies dialogue. Gene looked over and saw that Brian had raised Sam's dress to expose her legs and the delicate lace of her black panties that were stretched tight over her private area. They two were kissing as if they were two teen-agers making out in the back of Dad's Chevrolet. Gene decided to give them some privacy, though watching them had an erotic element of voyeurism. He took Melissa's hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom that they had been sharing for the few days they had been at the safe house. Reaching the landing overlooking the Great Room they both took one more look at the nearly nude bodies strewn on the couch. Walking through the bedroom door Gene closed and turned the lock securing it from intruders, though the idea of Sam and Brian joining him and Melissa was inviting! Sam, had waited a long time for this, she had been stuck in DC while Brian worked cases on the Pacific Coast. Their paths would cross occasionally or they would find an excuse for a meeting to collaborate on some "major case" or take a training course somewhere away from headquarters and the academy. She was going to work this one as long as she could. She was in a bland marriage that provided her with financial stability beyond her government salary as a senior executive but with the addition of her husband's monthly allowance she could "really live it up!" The first few years were exciting enough but as he became more involved in his career and the next venture became more important than his beautiful and sexy wife the two seemed to live parallel but separate lives. Brian had enjoyed the bachelor life since leaving the Navy and joining the bureau and still sported a Porsche 911 and a Harley Soft Tail. He enjoyed his life and the fast pace, but there was a cerebral side to him and he was only a few months away from finishing his doctorate in forensic psychology. Brian couldn't take just kissing and playing with Sam any longer and pulled her down to the floor with him. Bumping into the coffee table leg they rolled to the other side and Sam ended up on top of him with her legs straddling his hips. She turned so that her back was facing Brian's face and raised enough to slip his cock into her waiting pussy. She began rocking back and forth in a movement she was told by her younger sister was called a "Reverse Cowgirl." Brian was enjoying letting her ride this throbbing cock while he watched her supple ass move up and down. Putting his finger on the top of her ass crack he began running, it down until it rested on the pink bud of her asshole. He pushed his index finger into her ass and slowly moved it deeper and deeper until it was completely in her ass and she was fucking both his cock and his finger. Sam was enjoying the ride but what she wanted more than anything was to feel Brian slip his now well-lubed cock into her. She pulled away from him and moved to lay her breasts on the couch, leaving her ass exposed to Brian for him to take and fuck. She wiggled it back and forth until she felt him moving behind her. Reaching back, she grabbed his cock and began to position it at the entrance of her asshole. As Brian pushed his cock, forward Sam pushed back, feeling his manhood stretching her sphincter muscle and going further into her dark canal. With his cock firmly in her ass, Sam began to rub her clit, feeling the climax beginning to rise in her two erogenous zones. Feeling his deep thrusts into her Sam screamed out as the feeling of pleasure mixed with the pain of having his cock inside of her. Feeling his jizz shooting inside of her she yelled which she was certain would wake up the next-door neighbors, not to mention the couple on the second floor. Brian collapsed on top of Sam; wrapping his arms around her while, they tried to catch their breath. Finally, settling next to her he reached for the glass of wine that still had one swallow, took it into his mouth, then pressed his lips to hers sharing the last bit of sweet juice. The next morning Gene knocked on Sam and Brian's bedroom door and opened it, seeing the two of them sprawled nude on the bed with their arms and legs interlocking. With the voice of his time in the Corps he yelled, "Morning there agents! Grab your socks and drop your cocks it's time for morning PT." Sam and Brian opened one eye, they muttered, "You've got to be kidding me?" TOP COP Ch. 06 This is the sixth part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Gene, her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. Brian and Samantha agents that will be working with them on the undercover case join them at the safe house. Jo and Brian bring Nikki, a confidential informant to the safe house to meet Melissa or Liza her undercover name.LB, formerly known as FBB, my former love and still a soul mate is the coauthor and editor. The story takes place in a large metropolitan city on the west coast. Samantha, Jo, and Brian work for a fictitious federal law enforcement agency. ********* Brian and Sam each gave an update on their areas, the progress of the training, while the white shirts at headquarters took their notes. Melissa and Gene sat attentive, but had little to add to the discussion, and waited for the subject matter to turn to operational details. With the logistics out of the way, Brian threw a curve ball that Melissa and Gene were unaware of. There was a confidential informant (CI—not a law enforcement officer) working the case and was already in place providing information to the agents that had been working it, Brian and his staff of forensic and criminal analyst. They were both surprised that she would be arriving at the safe house later in the day! After the call, they all stayed around the table to talk. Gene piped up first, "So, who is this CI?" Sam responded, "We knew that this was going to catch you as a surprise, but remember a lot of this case is "close hold" and on a need to know basis to protect everyone's lives." Nikki, the CI that was due to arrive from the city, had suffered a run-in with the law and to keep from going to prison she had agreed to use her "assets" to gather intelligence on cases, bring officers in undercover, and to testify only if necessary! Her first brush with the law was as a recent college dropout that hung around hotel bars frequented by businessmen. She used her body to gain the trust of the men and walk away the next morning with their watches, jewelry, money, and whatever else she could hock quickly for cash. Moving quickly up the criminal food chain she became the girlfriend of Anthony, a local mob street boss. As a girlfriend, she wasn't trusted as a "kept woman" but could pick up key information by keeping her ears open. She would bring Melissa to a party and work her into the group of "ladies" that were always around to have a good time. Needing to take a break, the agents grabbed some lunch food from the refrigerator and carried their plates to eat by the pool and enjoy the sun. The agents' ears perked when they heard the engine of an SUV roll to a stop and park with the mix of the other undercover cars in either the garage or the parking area that doubled as a basketball court. The doors opened and the agents, all recognizable young men and women, in good shape, sunglasses, dressed neatly but not in the "uniform" of federal agents (suits, ties, etc.) emerged. Nikki, the CI, stepped from the back seat. Instead of wearing sunglasses, she had a satin mask—normally worn in the bedroom or during kinky sex—that covered her eyes. She extended her hand for an agent to guide her from the car. Jo was very tall, blonde, with the muscular body that reminded Melissa of some of the volleyball players that shared the women's athletic facility at LSU. The blonde agent, Melissa would learn later that her name was Joanne or Jo, took Nikki's hand and led her toward the group of agents finishing their lunch poolside. Walking with her eyes, covered Nikki stumbled a little as she negotiated the uneven surface of the pathway. After they were away from the cars, Jo removed Nikki's mask with one hand while offering her a pair of oversized "Hollywood" sunglasses before the noonday sun blinded her. Nikki and Jo's bodies were a study in contrast; where Jo was tall, blonde, and muscular, Nikki was petite, dark hair and her olive skin flaunted her Italian heritage. Nikki grew up in the area of town known as "Little Sicily" which was also the home to many of the "families" that ran the criminal organizations in the Metropolitan area with ties to families on the East Coast. She and her boyfriend were arrested in one of the federal crackdowns on organized crime; the boyfriend, a real jerk, left her to hang by herself and the family didn't provide any of the help offered the members of the family that were caught up in the police's net that horrible night. After spending a few nights confined in a cell awaiting arraignment, she quickly realized she was on her own. When the prosecuting attorney interviewed her, she painted a picture of Nikki spending the next twenty years in a federal women's prison; wearing orange and learning how to be some dyke's plaything. The prosecutor, seeing the fear on Nikki's face, offered her a deal to provide intelligence on the family in exchange for having the charges reduced. It didn't take a genius to decide that the offer sounded better than spending twenty years in "orange". Nikki accepted the offer and was released on probation. A few weeks later, she received a message to meet an agent in Las Vegas and since then has been a government snitch. Nikki was a pretty lady, the type that you would expect to find hanging around the mob or that would appear in a mob movie or TV show. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and blew in the afternoon breeze. Gene noticed her large breast as they moved with her body as she swayed in tall heels like a model strutting the runway of a fashion show. The extra agents, mostly there just to provide security on the road trip went inside to grab something to eat, while Jo, another agent that Sam introduced as Travis, along with Nikki joined the other agents by the pool. One of the guys that went inside, soon came out with plates for the Nikki, Jo, and Travis. While the three ate their lunch everyone went around with introductions, Melissa and Gene had been briefed to use their UC names with Nikki as the operation was now in motion. Nikki had everyone's attention when she started giving the latest update that included the information on the upcoming junket where the target was expected to meet with some of the family on an island in the Caribbean that had not been identified. The questions went on as the agents tried to fill in any missed information and to prepare Nikki with the plan on introducing Melissa, now known as Liza, to the target. Sam suggested that Jo, Liza, (Melissa) and Nikki join her in the dining room while the guys remained around the pool to spend the afternoon (supposedly talking about the operation but probably comparing golf scores or talking about the latest weapons they shot at the range.) Sam pulled out a chair and sat at the head of the table while the other ladies took seats on either side. Melissa brought in a pitcher of lemonade, spiked with a little rum, and poured a glass for each of the others. Sam kicked it off, "Nikki, we really appreciate what you have done for this operation. As you know if Liza (Melissa) is successful in obtaining the evidence you will not need to appear in court and we can throw these pigeons in the coop!" "Well, you know Anthony has set up a meeting for Mr. P (the nickname given for the corrupt politician) with some of the money guys on the east coast. There's going to be a large federal highway project coming through the state and Anthony's family in the east controls the road construction industry. They want to get a foothold on the west coast with this contract." Nikki went on with the details while sipping her drink and feeling more comfortable with Liza (Melissa) who was going to become her best friend from college that was moving to the west coast. Jo was Nikki's control agent; calling the meetings, telling Nikki what the prosecutors needed, taking Nikki's information, and sometimes recordings or pictures that the agents would analyze and include in the case files. Jo came to the bureau through a circuitous route; she made the volleyball team in college, made the Olympic team, and became infatuated with one of the agents providing security during the games. There had been threats against the U.S. team and the bureau had the lead in providing protection for the team while they were overseas. After trying out and playing a few years of professional beach volleyball she decided she needed a real career and applied to be an agent. The conversation became lighter as the rum took its effect on the ladies and they were soon talking as if they had been old friends for years. Sam looked at Nikki bringing a more serious air to the room, "What does Liza (Melissa) need to know before you introduce her to Mr. P?" "Well, first of all, you can throw your ego and all the bullshit of being an agent out the window! "Us girls" are there for one thing: To be eye candy on their arms and to keep the men happy. If you ask too many questions or seem to be interested in their business you will soon find yourself on the side of the road, if they let you live." Nikki told Liza, looking straight into her eyes. She wore an emotionless expression, not a grin or a smile. "Nikki, I understand. Although you see me here as an agent I have been undercover before and will act the part. Is there anything else I need to know? Does Mr. P have any likes or fetishes that I can play into in order to get closer to him?" Nikki giggled a little and, just between the ladies, she began to tell them about the stories she had heard about Mr. P's exploits in the bedroom and what he liked about his girls. She didn't have any proof but she'd heard he had a bondage fetish and she had seen some of the marks on one of his old girlfriend's that could have only come from rough sex. He also told Liza (Melissa) that he liked his girls to be well dressed, sexy but not slutty, and he liked to watch the girls loving each other. "Will that be a problem?" Liza snapped back, "Not a problem for me." Sam suggested that Liza (Melissa) and Nikki talk about wardrobes so she will have the right clothes for the operation. They went into the living room to chat while Jo and Sam stayed in the dining room to catch up. "Sam, do you think Melissa is ready for this?" "Jo, I know from her appearance you may think she's too young but she has a lot of UC experience with the Marines and NCIS and from what I've read and the time I've been with her in the last day, I think she will be great." Jo reached over and laid her hand on top of Sam's. "Well, from a lady with your experience I feel better. So have you ...?" Sam started telling her about how they played in the pool that ended with a kiss in front of the other agents. "So I should get to know her?" Jo said with a smile! "Yes, I think we all need to get to know one another better! Maybe send the men away for a while?" "Hee hee... that would be great! Any ideas?" When Nikki and Liza rejoined Sam and Jo, Jo suggested that the ladies go back into the city and let Nikki take a look at what Liza (Melissa) has and go shopping if she needed anything else. The men could stay at the safe house, discuss how they were going to do surveillance, and work back etc. during the time Melissa would be in undercover without her weapon and badge. Jo went out to the pool and told the guys the plan, Melissa and Sam went upstairs to pack what they would need for a night in the city and were back down with their overnight bags just as Jo returned to the dining room. "Liza do you have room for all of us?" "I do as long as we share rooms. Is that ok with everyone?" Everyone nodded and they all started picking up the room so they could leave. Jo looked at Nikki, "Sorry baby, but you know the rules..." "I know." Nikki pushed her hair back behind her ears so that Jo could replace the mask over her eyes for the trip back into town. Sam waited until they were out by the pool and said goodbye to the guys then she placed the mask in place and took Nikki's hand to lead her to the car. After getting Nikki situated in the back seat and seat belted in, the others took seats in the car with Jo driving, Melissa in the forward passengers seat, and Sam in the back sitting next to Nikki. Two of guys would follow them to the interstate to provide counter surveillance coverage and then return to the house. Sitting in the car, Melissa noticed that Jo had the ac on its coldest setting and it was having the usual effect on her nipples; they were beginning to harden in her light bra and top. After about 15 minutes they were on the interstate and passed an interchange with the north-south expressway. The counter-surveillance car peeled off to return to the safe house and Sam reached over removing the Mask from Nikki's eyes. While she was bent over, she put her lips to Nikki's cheek, "Nice to see you sweetie!" Nikki smiled, "Good to see you too Samantha...!" Sam took Nikki's hand and held it while putting her lips to Nikki's and pushed her tongue past Nikki's lips and deeper into the young Italian's mouth. Jo focused on driving to Melissa's townhouse but occasionally looked over to see if the ac was working on Mel's perky nipples and hopped she would have an opportunity to see and maybe suck them later. While the two in the back were kissing like schoolgirls Jo and Mel chatted, getting to know one another. Jo turned the volume up in the back to cover the conversation in the front since they do not want Nikki to know too much about Melissa. "Melissa, Sam said you all had a good time while she was staying with you..." "I guess we did...sort of surprised her when I dumped her in the pool and then she retaliated by pulling my top off and I pulled hers off. The guys loved it! I gave her a big kiss for their pleasure!" Jo was the first to touch on the subject of sex,"Mmm so you do go both ways?" Melissa looked over at the athletic blonde, "Yessss and I am assuming you do as well? "Well, I prefer ladies but I have been known to like a few men... they just have to be the right type!" They both laughed and Melissa began to feel more at ease, at first she thought Jo might have been a full lesbian. She had been around lesbians in college and in the Marines, but preferred women that were still into men. It wasn't long before they were back in the city and nearing Melissa's apartment in the high rise. Parking in the garage the girls grabbed their bags and walked towards the elevators. All the while, each of them was speculating what was in store for the evening. Using the access key Melissa called for the elevator, pushed the number for her floor, once the doors closed, Jo leaned towards her and kissed her lips hard and deep. They were all surprised when the doors opened at the lobby level and an elderly couple entered a smile on the man and a disgusted look on the lady. Arriving at the floor, Sam looked over her shoulder and gave the elderly gentleman a wink as they exited the elevator! TOP COP Ch. 07 This is the seventh part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Gene, her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. The girls head back into town with Nikki the confidential informant before the agents fly to the academy for training before Nikki goes under. The story takes place in a large metropolitan city on the west coast. All of the names and characters are fictitious and do not work for any law enforcement agency. ***** The women cops arrived at Melissa's government provided east side apartment to spend the night letting Nikki coach Melissa (Liza) in what she might need during the operation. The next day Liza and Gene along with Brian and Sam will meet up and fly to the academy to begin the required undercover training. (Since Melissa is now in her undercover role, she uses her UC name through the rest of the story) After an interesting encounter with an elderly couple on the elevator, they arrive at Liza's apartment. The women sat on the couches in the great room while Liza reached into the mini wine cabinet and pulled out a nice Pinot Noir, "Please make yourselves comfortable anyone up for a glass of wine?" It was a crazy question; they all raised their hands giving a yes vote and a unanimous decision. Liza pointed to the glasses hanging from a rack in the kitchen and Jo got them and passed them around. Nikki suggested that they look at Liza's wardrobe and they all followed Melissa into her bedroom. Nikki scanned through the closet and with her eyes indicated her approval of the clothes that were hanging, some still with the tags from the stores on them, in the walk in closet. Nikki pulled out a beautiful black evening dress the hem fell to just below Melissa's knee when she held it to her body. Nikki first gave it a disapproving shake of her head until Melissa showed the slit on the right side that nearly reached Melissa's love triangle and would show off her sexy legs. "Your dresses look fine but I would suggest you get a leather mini or two and a leather jacket to go with them. Mr. P loves leather on a girl, ha ha! Where is your lingerie drawer?" She noticed that Liza had color matched all of her panties and bras. Looking at the sexy undies, she noticed that Melissa had conservative nylon French cut panties to the skimpiest thongs. "Do you have garter belts and corsets?" Melissa, with a look of surprise told the perky Italian "I go bare legged who wears stockings?" "Any girl that wants to get close to Mr. P., he has a huge nylon fetish, so add those to your list, be sure and get a variety of colors and of course fishnets for fun and while you're at it maybe pick up some slutwear, your panties and bras are great but not slutty enough for him! I know a lingerie shop the owner will stay open late for me, we can go there tonight!" Liza looked around the room, the wine had started to take its affect, and Nikki was leaning against Jo's arm almost dozing asleep. Sam decided it was too early for this party to die, she stood and walked to the balcony enjoying the view of the yacht basin and further to the bay and open ocean. Liza does this classy place have a pool or do we have to go to the harbor?" "Of course, it is on the roof, very nice also there is a spa?" Sam asked the girls, "What do you ladies think? They all went to the bedrooms to change; since they were going to be in public they selected sexy but more conservative suits than they wore at the safe house. Jo was stunning! She had a one-piece black suit cut down her back with shimmering material barely covering the split of her nicely rounded ass cheeks. Nikki slipped her olive skinned body into a two-piece white floral suit that accented her perfect breast. Liza walked out wearing a purple one piece and wore sandals with a slight heel that showed off her toned legs. Sam the oldest of the four was last to come into the living room. She was wearing an aqua blue two-piece with a skirt warp around her waist showing off a cute navel ring that dangled just above the skirt. Ok, one of us at least needs to be armed who wants to carry "the bag?" Jo laughed, I guess since I am the senior agent I will, since if we didn't it would be my ass on the line!" She took a small bag that resembled a fanny pack and placed her undercover weapon, extra clip, and her creds into the bag." Liza grabbed towels from the bathroom and they headed for the elevator. Jo was half hoping to run into the older couple again! Walking out onto the roof, it was windier than if they had been in a ground level pool. Only the lifeguard a few others were sitting in the chairs behind a windscreen that at least allowed them to talk while enjoying the sun. The lifeguard didn't recognize any of the ladies and walked over to introduce himself and explain the pool and spa's features. "Hi ladies, I am Jack, I assume one of you is a resident of our fine establishment?" Liza looked at the muscled young man in his red trunks with the normal white cross at the bottom of the leg. Squinting into the sun from laying on the chaise lounge she told him, "Yeah I just moved into 33G, oh ok did you get the tour?" "No not really, it was rush move." "Well, if you would like, I will give you Jack's 25 cent tour." "Sure, Jo would you like to join us?" "Are you ladies new to the area? "Well yes we are, Samantha will be visiting me often, and I am Liza, I moved from Louisiana. So looking to meet and make some new friends." "Well we have a pretty active social calendar with a lot of pool parties, luaus up here pretty much every weekend, anything you would like." "Where is the hot tub?" "Follow me ladies." Jack walked the ladies over to an area near an unoccupied bar with several hot tubs; next to the bar was a door that led into a glass walled area with tubs indoors for those rainy days. "The bar isn't open today but if you want refreshment use the phone to call the club downstairs and they will send it up and put it on your monthly bill, it operates like a country club." If you need anything else you know where to find me." Walking back over to the where the other two had stretched out enjoying the sun Sam reached for Liza's hand and walked back so that Jack would notice the mature lady and younger girl holding hands, hoping to start his imagination working. "Are you ladies happy out here or would you like to join us in the hot tub?" Jo raised her head and looked at Sam and Liza, "No I think we are good, meet you inside when we are done, OK?" Sam and Liza grabbed their towels and bags and headed back over to the hot tubs, not noticing that Nikki had reached over and was now running her fingers along Jo's arm that was dangling over the edge of the chaise. Walking into the spa, they noticed the change of temperature and the humidity rising from the frothing water. Kicking off their sandals, they gingerly walked down the steps into the bubbling water and took seats in the water feeling the jets spray on their bodies. Moving along the bench Sam found a seat where the jet would hit between her legs. Sam smiled at Liza hoping they would have some privacy before leaving for the academy since her husband would expect her to stay at home for the few days she would be in town. Sam extended her leg across the spa and began running her toe along the inside of Liza's thigh hoping she would get the signal that she wanted to play. Liza knew exactly what Sam was up to and looked over the warm water and smiled at her newest lover. "Baby, what are you trying to do to me?" "Liza, you know what I want (Still using Melissa's undercover name)!" Liza moved through the water and knelt with her legs startling over Sam's legs; getting the benefit of the jet spray and letting her head drop back as the spasms of enjoyment began to build. Bringing her head forward she lowered her lips to Sam's and slid her tongue into Sam's open mouth. While her hand went behind Sam's head and loosened the knot of her swimming suit. The top feel free exposing her breasts that were just under the waterline. "Baby, kiss my nipples." Sam moaned feeling the soft touch of Liza's fingers touching her breast. "Oh god that feels so good!" "Sam, I have wanted you the whole drive down." "Well I am yours so what do you want to do?" Liza lifted Sam to the edge of the spa and spread her legs before she started licking Sam's inner thigh until she reached her pussy lips and started licking until she had Sam's clit between her teeth and Sam on the verge of an orgasm. Just as Sam was about to explode the door to the spa opened and Jack, the lifeguard, and Nikki and Jo walked in catching them in an after orgasm kiss. Jo looked at them shaking her head as if passing judgement, "Well what have we got here, two lovebirds." Laughing and with their faces beginning to blush but not quite as crimson as Jack's was turning, Sam and Liza climbed from the hot tub. "We invited Jack to down to the apartment for happy hour; we didn't know we were going to walk into an orgy. There is a storm coming in and he has to shut down the pool and is free for the evening." The four and there new boy toy got on to the elevator and laughed as Sam and Liza sheepishly avoided eye contact and giggled about getting caught. Once in the apartment, Nikki and Liza decided they would go shopping at the lingerie store and leave Jo and Sam with Jack "the boy toy." Liza and Nikki changed into shorts, t-shirts, and sandals and headed out shopping, leaving the happy hour party, closing the door "don't wear out your new toy, girls!" Getting into the Porsche, which was delivered while Liza and Gene were at the safe house, was a bit hilarious as Liza wasn't sure where the key hole was much less any of the other controls needed as the sun began to set. "So what can you tell me about this Mr. P?" "Well, I have known him for about three years; he is dirty as can be. He is into extortion, money laundering, and all the other vices including drugs and prostitution. His soft spot is his kinky sex and it is the easiest way for a girl to get close to him. As I said he is really into nylon and lingerie, so if you dress sexy you will be his girl. One other area is he does like to tie up a girl, maybe do some spanking, nothing to weird but weird enough. Oh and he is a voyeur! He will give a girl to one of his young capos and then watch them or have two girls perform a lesbian scene for him. What do you think?" "Well some of it sounds interesting, not too sure about the bondage and getting spanked, I have had a few love pats but that is about it." "You have a while to get to that level! He only does that with girls he has known for a while." Liza saw the shop on the right and turned into the parking lot, Nikki directed her to park in the rear of the building. Liza wasn't comfortable at first from a security standard; she was alone without a back-up going into a business that could be a set up. Nikki got out of the car, started walking towards the back door, and pressed a doorbell next to a sign saying no deliveries after 1:00 pm. It didn't take a minute before a classily dressed lady opened the door and gave Nikki the traditional Italian double kiss on the cheek. "Come on in, this is Alexandra, meet my new friend Liza, she is new in town and needs to supplement her wardrobe, hee hee!" "Glad to meet you, I have picked out a few things that may work from what you told me when you called." I have closed for the evening so we won't be interrupted. Nikki led Liza into what appeared to be a private sales area, which had nice upholstered chairs and a sofa, the lighting especially set off the erotica of wearing alluring lingerie. Judy walked in, a striking red head, dressed in a leather bustier, black stockings with a seam down the back of each leg, and black patent leather "come fuck me" pumps with an elegant gold ankle bracelet on her left ankle and a matching necklace with a butterfly around her neck. "Judy, can you get our guest a flute of champagne?" Walking back in Judy stopped in front of Nikki and Liza with a tray of drinks and little crackers and caviar to snack. Alexandra began by telling Liza to strip so she could get accurate measures ,quipping that most women wear the wrong size of lingerie. Liza stood in front of the others in her matching light blue bra and panties with white lace until Alexandra told her, "Didn't I say strip!" Taking the hint Liza unsnapped her bra and slid the filmy panties over her hips, standing in front of the others with her right hand on her hip and a sly smile looking towards Nikki. Judy, came back into the room carrying a leather bustier similar to hers and began helping Liza put it on and adjusting it while Liza held it in place. Judy then adjusted the hose suspenders to the right length while Nikki and Alexandra looked on giving an occasional nod of approval. While Judy went back for a second outfit and Liza took the bustier back into a box that was sitting on a chair, she noticed that Alexandra and Nikki were holding hands and looking at each other in what could only be described as "seductive glances" and an occasional kiss. Judy brought in a leather bikini outfit, Liza put it on, sliding it gingerly up her legs and over her cute bottom having never worn leather panties before. She closed a gold zipper on the left side that pulled the leather taut around her private areas. Judy held the leather bra for Liza to put her arms thru the straps and Judy stepped behind her to close the clasp. Again, a perfect fit, attesting to Alexandra's ability to fit her properly. Looking again at the two sitting on the coach she notice Nikki had removed Alexandra's ample breast from sexy white lace bra which looked so sexy against her olive skin. Judy brought to Liza an assortment of lacy garter belts, panty, and bra sets, Liza told her to just put them in the box. Not really caring what they cost, since it was all being paid for by the government. Liza noticed a pair of black knee length boots on a display she really liked and asked Nikki's opinion, purposely interrupting her lovemaking on the couch. Judy chimed in giving her approval and pointing out the gold accents would match the gold zipper on the bikini. Judy went to the back room and returned with a pair for Liza to try on. Slipping her feet into the boots and zipping them up, she walked through the room in the boots and nothing else to the approval of the other three ladies. Judy knelt in front of Liza to help her remove the boots. When both were back in the box; she took Liza's foot into her hand and began kissing the tops of Liza's foot smelling the slight smell of leather even though Liza had only worn the boots for a few minutes. Judy kissed and began licking Liza's bare feet, along the arch to her ankle and moved up her calf paying particular attention to back of Liza's knee. "Judy, My god what are you doing to me?" Back at the apartment, Jo and Sam had brought the cute young lifeguard down for happy hour. Sitting out on the balcony overlooking the yacht basin was a treat but the young man sitting on the rattan chair was even better. "So Jack, How did you end up as a lifeguard?" Jo asked as she handed the strapping young man a bottle of Sam Adams and a glass. "Well after I left the service to go back to college, I needed some extra money. So here I am! I am in my senior year at State majoring in criminal justice, then I want to try to get on with one of the federal agencies or apply for a commission and go back into the Navy." "Really, that is interesting!" Sam remarked hoping to get more info from the young man that was sitting across from her in a pair of khaki cargo shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. "What did you do in the Navy?" "A little of this and a little of that, I spent a lot of time in Iraq. I know what is a squid doing in the desert?" Jo had left the two on the balcony and gone into shower. Sam noticed an interesting tattoo, slightly covered by a woven bracelet on his right arm. "What is the ink on your wrist and the bracelet?" The tattoo was a plain simple trident-the forked weapon of Neptune. One night the team decided we would all get tats after completing a special training class in diving. So, we ended up with the tats and a little bit of a hangover in Key West. The bracelet is also a reminder of the teams; I wear it mostly to cover the tat. A lot of civilians don't understand." Jo walked onto the balcony wearing a heavy white terry robe that she found behind the door of the bathroom. "Hey why don't you get ready and we can get something to eat?" Sam gathered the empties, "I'll be right back" looking over her shoulder at young Jack almost giving him a cougar wink! Jo sat down a glass of white wine on the coffee table her robe falling on each side of her legs as she crossed her legs putting her feet on the coffee table. The robe split and fell to the side just about at the point of her love triangle that her bikini bottom had covered just a few minutes ago while at the pool. Jo asked similar questions as Sam had, she came to the same conclusion Jack was a guy a lady might like to know. Sam in the bed room stripped from her suit and looked over her toned yet mature body in the mirror thinking not bad, not bad... Stepping into the shower she did the essentials, knowing that the others were waiting but took a few minutes to rub her clit wishing Brian was there to satisfy her. Just as she was about to cum when Jo yelled in the bathroom, "Hey, we decided to eat in is pizza ok?" Trying to cover the fact she was about to cum, Sam yelled out, sure I eat anything" before the orgasm began moving through her body and she slumped to seat mounted on the wall of the shower. Knowing they were staying in for the evening, Sam put on a t-shirt and jeans and went out to see if the pizza had arrived. Walking out on to the balcony dressed like a suburban soccer mom she sat down after noticing that Jo and Jack were sitting closer together. The speaker next to the door announced that the pizza was in the lobby and Sam went over to press the button to let the deliveryman bring it up to the floor. Giving the driver the money for the pizza, she brought the pie to the balcony sitting it down on the coffee table. Jo went back into get another round of drinks and showed Jack to one of the bathrooms so he could drain the beers he had consumed. Walking back to the balcony Jack passed one of the bedrooms and noticed a Sig P229 sitting on the dresser of one of the ladies bedrooms and immediately wondered whose it was and more importantly why any of these ladies needed a weapon. Raising his caution wall, he began looking for other signs of who these four ladies were. Picking up a slice and settling back into his original seat, not so close to Jo, he broached the question, "So what kinda business are you ladies in?" Using their rehearsed legends that they were well practiced Jo said she was a college sports recruiter while Sam started explaining she was international business consultant. Neither story explained the weapon! Back at the lingerie shop, the four ladies had progressed from petting and kissing to full sex, Judy had started very submissively licking and kissing Liza's feet and legs and ended up between her legs licking at her love nest, getting every drop of her sweet pussy juice. While Alexandra and Nikki had ended up on the floor in a torrid 69 with Nikki on top, both licking and fingering the love nest of the other. Judy with a final lick she pushed Liza over the edge and squirting, something she had never experienced before. Judy left Liza to recover and moved over to where Nikki was straddling her boss, the owner of the store and her mistress. TOP COP Ch. 07 Judy knew what Alexandra would want her to do and put a hand on each side of Nikki's ass and spread her cheeks exposing her pinkhole. Judy began licking and pushing her tongue against the tight opening feeling the nastiness of what she was doing. She normally would not have done anything without Mistress Alexandra's orders but they had played with Nikki before and she knew what Alexandra would want her to do. Nikki felt the tongue on her ass, "o gods, Judy fuck my hole you little bitch!" Liza stayed in the chair sipping her wine and watching the action on the carpet in front of her. How could she take money for this! Getting paid to watch three ladies roll on the floor! Who could dream of such a job. Alexandra felt her toy kneeling between her legs and licking Nikki's ass, she raced faster toward an orgasm. It didn't take long and the three were lying, one on each side of Alexandra kissing and licking her face as they felt the last of the orgasm as it swept over them. Liza handed them a glass of wine and suggested to Nikki that they should probably get back to the apartment. Getting dressed Nikki made sure to pick-up a card for Liza, in case she needed to visit again on her own. With a round of kisses, Nikki and Liza went out the back door and headed back towards the apartment. "So what did you think of my store?" "Your store? I thought it was Alexandra's store? Liza said trying to keep her eyes on the road and not look over at Nikki sitting in the passenger seat, still glowing from her orgasm. Yeah it was a purchase for me from Mr. P. It is in my name and I get the profits, by the way don't expect a bill for your purchases they will be written off. Leaving the packages in the car, Liza took Nikki's hand in the elevator and pulled her into her arms tasting Alexandra's juices still on her lips. Whispering to her, "We have a lot to talk about!"