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 Previously published in Bare Back magazine

   Story Codes: MF cons dru het oral

   This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to
living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence.  This story may not
be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the
author's expressed permission.

   Edited by pairadice

   Angie goes on Patrol

   Angie's tale continues with the assignment of a new boss to take the
place of the retired Captain Durocher.  Needless to say, Angie's days as a
human breathalyzer are over.  What will she do now?

   Ordered to report to Lieutenant Frost, Angie was nervous.  She had heard
stories about the up-and-coming leader and was not looking forward to
working under her.  As Angie walked through the parking lot on her way to
see her new boss, she shrugged.  Oh well, I've got to give her a chance. 
It's the least I can do.

   Angie's careless shrug sent her unencumbered boobs bouncing under her
uniform blouse.  She didn't remember why Captain Durocher had insisted that
she not wear a bra.  The usual thing happened in the parking lot: Several
minor, unreportable accidents, an old woman made a complaint with the duty
sergeant and a universal sprouting of boners of the viewing male
population.

   Lieutenant Frost was not very happy to have Deputy Angie Applegate
working for her.  Besides the far reaching DWI fiasco, they were still
trying to find out who had supervised her training at the Police Academy
and there was the fact that the lieutenant was responsible for the repairs
to the squad cars and she was way over budget.  The standing orders not to
drive while Angie was in the parking lot were doing little to help.

   "I've got new orders for you Deputy Applegate.  Until the smoke clears
from this regrettable incident between the Mayor's office and the Force,
you'll be detached to another division in the O.C.  and be assigned to a
squad car.  Angie was overjoyed to be going back into the field and cleared
out her work locker to move her stuff to her new assignment.

   Angie was pondering her new assignment.  O.C.  that must be the Orange
Coast like on that TV show.  Angie spent her day off at the library trying
to find the Orange Coast on a map.  She was confused and frustrated when
she left the library.  The only map with California colored orange was a
map of the entire United States and it did not mention the `Orange Coast'.
Luckily Lieutenant Frost gave her the address to report to.

   Not wanting to be late on her first day, Angie arrived a full hour
before she was due to arrive.  She was wearing her civvies which was a
tank-top and a pair of short-shorts.  As a result of her crossing the
parking lot at her new duty station, not wearing a bra as usual, there were
no accidents.  The only incidents involved a flock of wild birds, which
spontaneously started mating and the night duty sergeant spilling his
coffee.  No birds were harmed during this incident and the sergeant is
expected to make a full recovery and should be back on duty soon, after
making a full recovery from his 3rd degree burns.

   Deputy Applegate entered the station through the side entrance which was
left ajar by the scalded duty sergeant as he hurried to get to a First Aid
kit.  Angie had never been here before and didn't realize that the locker
room was used only by the men, women never having been assigned to this
station.  She stowed her gear in an empty locker, she donned her uniform
including her utility belt with out a pistol and waited outside Captain
Rooney's office.  When he arrived, Angie leapt to attention, trying to
impress her new boss.  She succeeded!  Luckily his coffee was in a travel
mug, which minimized the spillage.  He told her to sit down and relax. 
Captain Rooney then disappeared into his office.  When he came out ten
minutes later, his shoes were shined, his hair combed and he was wearing a
big smile.  He ushered his new deputy into his office then read her
personnel jacket.  He was pleasantly surprised to see that her Police
Academy photo had been replaced with a full body nude photo of her.  He was
committing her photo to memory when he mumbled, "I see where we have to
issue you a firearm, but with the pair of big guns you've got, I don't see
why." Angie did not know what her new boss meant.  She just sighed thinking
it was a compliment.  The captain cleared his throat and got down to
business.  "You'll be paired with Sergeant Cook.  He's a good man, a hard
one, but a good one.  I'm sure that you'll work together well.  You'll find
him waiting for you in the Ready Room.  Just give him all you've got and he
won't find you lacking." He shook her hand and dismissed her while seated
at his desk.  I would stand, but I don't want to scare her with my hard-on.


   Angie walked into the Ready Room looking for Sergeant Cook.  Both
deputies watched her as she entered.  They weren't used to seeing female
deputies, much less one as fine as Angie.  The only other occupant was a
tall, black sergeant reading dispatches.  Angie walked over to him, the
deputies heads bobbing as she did.  The sergeant looked with distain at the
antics of the two deputies and growled at them.  They both dropped their
heads in embarrassment.  The sergeant returned to reading the dispatch,
Angie tip-toed the rest of the way to the sergeant.  "Sergeant Cook?  I'm
Deputy Applegate; I'm supposed to report to you for duty." The sergeant
finished reading the dispatch and turned to look down at her.  Angie
couldn't hold his gaze and instead looked down at his shiny boots.

   The sergeant looked Angie up and down, from her long, blonde hair to her
patent-leather two inch pumps.  "Well, you'll have to do.  I understand
that you graduated from the Police Academy and your first assignment did
not require you to have a weapon?" Angie mutely nodded yes.  "Come on,
we're wasting time.  Follow me to the armory." The sergeant took long
strides as he led the way.  This forced Angie to rush to keep up with him.
Needless to say, the bouncing was first rate.

   Sergeant Cook reached the steel shuttered window of the armory a few
paces ahead of Angie.  Both the armory officer and the sergeant were
watching as Angie bounced up to the armory.  Sergeant Cook shook his head
in disregard.  It wasn't that he didn't like big bouncing boobies, he just
believed that everything had it's time and place, this was not either.  The
armory officer just stood and stared, his mouth wide open.  "You'd better
close that before something flies out.  We're here to get this deputy a
weapon.  Get moving!" The armory officer shook his head like he was waking
up from a trance.  He shut his mouth and got her a .357 caliber pistol from
the rack.  His hands were shaking as he handed her the pistol and seventeen
bullets.  Sergeant Cook said, "I'll replace any rounds used, if the need
arises." The tone in which the sergeant spoke, told Angie that there better
be a good reason for any of her rounds to need replacing.  She almost
dropped her pistol while putting it into her new looking holster.  "You
have handled a weapon before deputy?"

   Angie thought back to her issued shotgun at C.A.M.P.  and replied "Yes
sergeant.  I won't need to use it much, will I sergeant?" Angie's concern
was evident in her voice.  Sergeant Cook was happy that she wasn't a
gun-happy type of deputy.  Duty at their station took restraint and
understanding.  Sergeant Cook and Deputy Applegate went back to the Ready
Room.

   "I'm glad to hear that you ask deputy.  A gun is not something to take
for granted.  I've never had to draw my weapon the five years I've been
stationed here, but I've always got it ready.  Speaking of which, you
better load your pistol, with five rounds keeping the chamber under the
firing pin empty, and put the other twelve rounds in the loops on your
utility belt.  "As Angie forced the rounds into her belt loops, the
sergeant told her that she needed to get some saddle soap and condition her
belt.  "It's too stiff.  The utility belt should hang tight on your hips,
like a second skin." Her partner pictured what he was saying and quickly
changed the subject.  "OK now, hit the john, so we don't have to stop
somewhere.  Cook knew that his new partner would not be able to use a
convenient bush while on patrol.  Angie started to walk to the locker room
which was on the other side of the station.  He pointed to the ladies room,
which was in the opposite direction.  Angie saw that it was closer and went
there instead.  The sergeant just assumed that she was lost and needed to
get used to the station.

   With the sergeant driving, they were finally on patrol.  Angie was so
excited, watching the palm trees and beautiful houses going by, actually
being on patrol with a loaded weapon.  She was even more excited when a
call came over the radio about possible shots being fired on Lookout Point,
and Sergeant Cook responding saying that their unit would handle the
situation.  What she didn't hear was the sergeant saying under his breath
that the incident was just probably some kids with fire crackers.  Angie
coed, "Ooohh I love the Orange Coast.

   Sergeant Cook looked over Angie in disbelief.  Nobody could be that
clueless.  "That's Orange County, Deputy Applegate!  They pulled into the
parking lot at Lookout Point.  Sergeant Cook spotted what looked like the
residue of firecrackers and got out of the car.  It was firecrackers.  He
called Angie over to look at the burnt paper residue, not noticing that she
warily had her hand on her pistol.  At the same time a couple of
delinquents set off a couple of M-40s (super firecrackers) behind them. 
Angie spun around drawing her gun and firing a shot over the kid's heads.

   Three things then happened in rapid succession: The delinquents yelled
and peddled off on their bikes, Sergeant Cook dived for cover and pulled
his weapon and Angie dropped her revolver and kept repeating, "It just went
off, it just went off."

   Sergeant Cook finally scrambled over to where Angie was.  He heard what
she was saying and bristled.  "You fired that shot?  You made me think that
we were under fire?" Sergeant Cook walked to the car and radioed, "Code
Four, it was just some kids with fire crackers." The station acknowledged
and he walked back to Angie.  She was slumped over, so Sergeant Cook pulled
Angie upright and held her until she could stand on her own.  He picked up
her weapon and emptied the chamber putting the rounds into his pocket. 
Sergeant Cook holstered Angie's now empty weapon in her holster and guided
her back to the patrol car.

   Sergeant Cook stared her straight in the eye and read her the riot act.
"I have been in this garden spot for five years, it took me ten years to
get here and I want to retire from here.  My dreams are not going to be
side tracked by anyone, anyone!  Do you understand what I'm saying?" Angie
nodded her head signifying yes.  "There will be some changes you are going
to ensure happen.  You will make sure that your revolver is kept in a safe
or a lock box when you are not carrying it.  You will never load your
weapon, unless I tell you to do so.  If I tell you to load it, you will
make sure that I am not drunk and in my right mind."

   "You will wear your working shoes while on duty.  How did you expect to
run in those heels?  You will also wear a bra under your uniform blouse. 
You are distracting enough with out any help.  One last thing, you will
wear a Kevlar vest at all times.  Never let me see you with out it.  Any
questions deputy?

   Angie thought for a moment then asked, "If I don't have any bullets in
my gun then why do I need a bullet proof vest?" The sergeant just stared at
her until she answered.  "Just in case I get out of hand and you decide to
shoot me right?" Sergeant Cook sagely nodded his head yes.

   They stopped by the station to get Angie a vest.  The rest of the patrol
was uneventful.  Sergeant Cook dropped her off at her car at the end of
their shift.  "See you tomorrow at roll call.  That's at 0730, if no one
told you."

   - - - -

   Angie dressed in a different tank top and shorts to go to work the next
day.  As she was wearing her Kevlar vest over the tank top she didn't cause
much of a ruckus as she walked across the parking lot.  Her uniform was on
a hanger, just back from the dry cleaner.  She also carried her work shoes,
utility belt and demi-bra in a tote bag.

   She went through the side door and stepped into the locker room,
intending to change and stow her civvies in her locker.  This time the room
was full, full of men who were in various staged of undress, including her
sergeant naked and sporting a semi hard-on.  Angie fled from a series of
cat calls from the locker room, dropping her dry cleaning on the floor.

   Sergeant Cook, now fully dressed in his uniform, found an embarrassed
Angie in the break room.  "I suppose no one told you of the ladies locker
room in the back of the ladies room.  Get dressed and into the Ready Room
by 0730, in five minutes.  And you don't have to wear your Kevlar vest with
your civvies."

   Angie entered the Ready Room and received a standing ovation.  She
flushed red with embarrassment.  Sergeant Cook finally quieted the crowd
down.  Captain Rooney entered the room and gave the assembled police men a
briefing on the current wants and warrants.  He dismissed them and headed
back to his office.

   Sergeant Cook and Deputy Applegate were on patrol when a call came on
the radio about a shoplifting at a 7-11 near them.  They responded to the
call.  Sergeant Cook told Angie to stay in the car and listen to the radio.
He suspected that it was just some delinquent rich kids.  The sergeant
would make them pay for the merchandise and smooth everything out.

   Angie was alone in the squad car when somebody ran a red light and
crashed into a lamp pole in front of her.  She called the incident in and
requested an ambulance and a tow truck.  Angie left the squad car and went
to check the occupant(s) of the wrecked car.  She found only a male driver
in the car.  She thought she recognized him.  He looked like the current
`bad-boy' of Hollywood.  Angie also saw empty liquor bottles on the
passenger side floor.  The driver looked OK, except for a cut above his
left eye, and was mumbling about some girl.  "Do I have your permission to
check your Blood Alcohol Level sir?" The obviously intoxicated man nodded
yes to her question.  Angie checked her Utility belt for her BAL testing
device.  Damn, it's missing.  Oh well, there's always the way I was taught.


   Angie knelt down in front of the driver.  She unzipped his pants and
found that he was `going commando'.  "Just relax sir; I'm going to
determine your BAL from your ejaculate." Angie fished out his cock and
gently took it into her mouth.  She closed her eyes as she began sucking
and running her tongue along the bottom of his dick.  That is why she
didn't see the paparazzi taking pictures of her handiwork.

   Sergeant Cook came running up having handled the shop lifting incident
at the 7-11.  The paparazzi quickly fled the scene and the sergeant was
unable to catch him.  Angie received the suspects cum and pronounced ".18"
before she swallowed and opened her eyes to see a crying Sergeant Cook and
an ambulance arriving.  The EMTs quickly spirited away the injured driver
to the local hospital.

   "Get in the squad car." were Sergeant Cook's only words to Angie.  The
ride back to the station was very quiet.  The sergeant told Angie to stay
in the car and went in to brief the lieutenant before the pictures hit the
news.  After a while Angie saw Sergeant Cook walking back to the squad car.
She checked to make sure that she had her Kevlar vest on properly.  The
sergeant entered the squad car and sat in the driver's seat for a long
while.

   He finally spoke to Angie in an emotionless, dead voice.  "Go home and
don't answer the telephone.  We are not to talk to any reporters.  I'll
pick you up at your apartment tomorrow and we'll proceed to our new
assignment." The sergeant started to sob as he said the next words.  "We've
been assigned as `experts' on police procedure at Saddleback College and
I've been reduced to a Deputy Sergeant.

   Lieutenant Frost put down the newspaper with the article of the fellatio
incident.  She could clearly recognize the back of Deputy Applegate's head
as she bent over the movie stars lap.  I knew that girl was trouble; I must
remember to send Captain Rooney a condolence card.
   (C) 2006 msboy8