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Arresting Officer (MF, affair)
by Ann Douglas
***
"All right, round 'em up and move 'em out!"
Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to the blue clad
phalanx under his command.
"You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied.
Both men grinned as their fellow officers led
a parade of women across the open courtyard to
where a large blue bus waited. Despite the cool
early morning air, few of the women wore much in
the way of clothing. Tank tops and shorts seemed
to be the order of the day. The uniform of their
profession you might say.
"God, I love posse duty." Murphy laughed
as he pointed out two of the passing women to
Herrity.
The early morning roundup of prostitutes
had come on the heels of another of the Mayors
reoccurring speeches on the immorality of the
profession. Delivered at the Sunday meeting of the
Society for a Moral City, the Mayor had concluded
his speech with the solemn promise that no matter
what you might hear about other politicians. You
would never hear his good name connected with
such a unsavory practice. Then, after spending a
few minutes spreading good wishes among the more
influential members of the Society, the Mayor
begged their leave explaining that he had urgent and
pressing business. Said business being an visit to the
apartment of his personal secretary where less than
five minutes after his arrival they were hotly engaged
in the same sort of activity the Mayor had so
recently condemned.
"Looks like the wagon is just about full up."
Herrity remarked. "And we still have about a half
dozen more to haul in."
"Well I guess we'll just have to load the last
of them in the squad cars like we usually do."
Murphy quipped. "Maybe help grease the wheels of
justice a little."
Both men laughed at the inside joke.
"Only a couple left, any preference?" Herrity
asked.
"Nah, just pick one." Murphy answered. "Its
not like I'm going to spend a whole lot of quality
time looking deep into her eyes."
Herrity motioned for the closest Officer to
bring his charge over to the Sergeants car. She
wasn't exactly a beauty, but what did you expect out
here in the warehouse district.
"Wait a minute!" Murphy exclaimed. "Wait
one fucking minute!"
Herrity whirled around to see the sudden
cause of his superiors excitement. His eyes quickly
fixed on the next to last girl in the line. He quickly
called out to the escort officer to bring his charge
over. Then with a hand motion, he dismissed his
first choice to another car.
"Sweet mother," Murphy whistled as she
came closer into view.
Standing 5'6" with dark hair pulled up into a
topside ponytail, the 20 year old had a figure which
could make a monk reconsider his vows. Her skin
was a olive brown, the product of a mixed heritage.
Clad in a yellow tank top that appeared several sizes
too small, her 38D breasts pressed so tightly against
the material that both her nipples and two inch wide
aureoles were highly visible. Bright red and full lips
crowned a flawless smile. One inch wide gold circles
hung from her ears, a second small diamond stud
above them.
Long smooth legs stretched out from
beneath a pair of cut off blue jeans, cut so short as
to have only a little over two inches of material at
the sides. The young woman looked as out of place
among the usual streetwalkers as one of them would
look in a convent.
"And what would your name be, sweet
thing?" Murphy asked.
"Jody." She simply answered. "Jody
Austin."
"Well Jody, looks like you've run into your
first piece of luck today." Murphy smirked. "Since
the bus is already filled, you get to ride downtown
with me. We can chat a little and maybe I can put in
a good word for you." He added as he ran his eyes
up and down her hot body, taking in the little that
was left to the imagination.
Jody returned the stare with her baby blue
eyes, taking note of the growing bulge in his
uniform.
"Well, maybe something can be worked out."
Jody smiled.
The smile was reflected threefold in
Murphy's face as he pictured the beautiful young
woman on her knees, his cock buried in her mouth.
Then he'd show her how to really grease the wheels
of justice.
"Is there a problem here, Sergeant?" Came
an authoritative female voice from behind Murphy.
"Oh shit!" Murphy mentally exclaimed as he
identified the voice even before he finished turning
around.
"No problem, Lieutenant." He said as he
came to a stop. "We were just a little too successful
in implementing the Mayor's directive. The bus is
already full so we were going to transport some of
the stragglers in our cars. In fact, I was going to
move this one myself."
"I see..." Lieutenant O'Rourke said as she
stepped past the Sergeant and took a long hard look
at his prisoner.
Cynthia O'Rourke stood 6' tall and presented
a most formidable figure. Countless long hours in
the gym had left her with a lean muscular form, the
envy of even the male officers. Her short hair was a
bright red, providing a complimentary contrast to
her very light skin. Her features were rather
ordinary, no one would ever call her beautiful. Yet
when she removed the dark sunglasses she wore, her
bright green eyes brought a sparkle to her face. The
only jewelry she wore were the shining Lieutenant's
bars and the 21th Precinct insignias on her collar.
Unlike the off the rack uniform worn by
most of her fellows, Cynthia's were tailor made. The
cut of her blouse accented her small 34 inch bust.
They were the only suggestion of the 36 year old's
gender.
Turning her attention away from the scantily
clad prostitute and back to Murphy, Cynthia couldn't
help but notice the swelling in his trousers.
"Such devotion to your duty is to be
commended." Cynthia said with just a trace of
sarcasm in her voice. "But, I'm afraid the Captain
wants to be able to give the Mayor a full report on
the sweep at their breakfast meeting this morning.
You're not going to be able to give your new friend
here your special attention."
Murphy's only answer was a small, barely
audible groan. That and a sudden reduction in the
size of his bulge.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure cutie-pie here
finds her way to where she's supposed to be." The
Lieutenant added, a look of satisfaction on her face.
The opposite look filled Murphy's face as he
reluctantly opened the door to his cruiser and
entered it alone. Just before he gunned the engine
and tore out of the lot, Cynthia heard him mutter....
"Damned Bitch!"
The Sergeant's car was follow by the
prisoner bus and two other cruisers, leaving only
two cars behind.
"Nothing else to keep us here." Cynthia
said.
Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs
and proceeded to put them on the prisoner, pinning
her arms behind her back. Regulations clearly called
for them when transporting someone by squad car.
Then he called out to the driver of the other car that
he would meet him back at the station.
"I don't think I'll be needing an escort,
Herrity." Cynthia said. "I don't think this young lady
is going to give me any trouble. Are you honey?"
"No." She meekly answered.
"Good." Cynthia smiled.
Herrity hesitated for a moment. It was
clearly against regulations to let O'Rourke transport
the prisoner by herself. But then again, she was a
Lieutenant. Unless there was another higher ranking
officer to overrule her, her orders were set in stone.
Besides, she was somewhat of a hard ass. He would
love to see her taken down a peg or two if she got
chewed out by the Captain over this. It would be so
easy just to casually mention the incident within
earshot of the right person. With a broad grin,
Herrity turned and entered the other cruiser.
"Jody was it?" Cynthia said as she eased her
into the car.
The hooker nodded in acknowledgment.
"Well Jody, maybe we'll just take a little ride
downtown. But I'm afraid that it won't be the one
you were expecting from Murphy."
The ride to the Precinct was both quick and
quiet. Neither Cynthia or Jody said a word to each
other. When they pulled into the Station's parking
lot, Jody finally broke the silence.
"You're actually taking me to jail?" She
asked in wide eyed astonishment.
"Well that's what usually happens when you
get arrested, Peaches." Cynthia said with a grin.
"Where did you think I was taking you?"
"I thought....I mean I......" Jody stammered,
then became very quiet.
Parking the car, Cynthia removed her
prisoner and led her through the parking lot and into
the station house. Immediately they were immersed
in a sea of dark and light blue uniforms. The
Lieutenant acknowledged the greeting of the desk
sergeant with a wave of her hand. Her first order of
business was to check in her firearm. Weapons
weren't allowed in the booking area. With a firm grip
on the younger woman's shoulder, Cynthia guided
her through a maze of corridors.
Stepping down a final hallway, Jody could
see a small crowd of fellow hookers waiting to be
booked. It appeared to be a long line.
"Afraid we have a full house this morning,
Lieutenant." A sandy haired officer said as he
approached Cynthia with a clipboard in hand.
"Might be an hour or more before we can even begin
to process your paperwork."
"It seems like it gets longer and longer, Pete"
Cynthia observed.
"Yeh," The officer replied with a nod of his
head. "But it should ease up a little when they open
the annex at the end of the month. At least we'll
have those new holding cells."
"On a morning like this we could use them."
Cynthia said. "I sure hope the Mayor is enjoying his
Sunday morning breakfast plans, because mine just
got shot to hell."
"If you like, Lieutenant, I'll be happy to take
her off your hands. So you can get out of here and
make your date." Pete Willis said with a smile.
Cynthia returned the smile because she knew
his request was genuinely motivated by a desire to
help her out. Not every cop in the precinct was an
asshole.
"I appreciate the offer, I think I'd like to take
care of this one personally."
"Good enough." He replied. "You know, I
bet if I really tried, I might be able to sneak you in
ahead of some of the others. Rank has its privileges
you know."
"You know I've never played that game."
Cynthia concluded. "Its not fair to the street troops
who are out there busting their tails every day. I can
afford to wait a while. I'm just going to see if I can
find a place to store the princess here while I grab a
bite to eat."
Pete was about to say that every holding cell
in the station was already filled when the Lieutenant
turned and led her charge away. He wondered what
the hooker had done to piss off the Lieutenant so
much that she made the bust herself.
Officer Willis knew that many officers
thought of Lieutenant O'Rourke as a cold hearted
bitch. But he had seen her cradle an injured child or
cry at a murdered cops funeral. He had also heard
how she stood down two uzi armed druggies when
they broke into a west side health clinic looking for
drugs. The incident had ended with both druggies
dead and a dozen clinic patients eternally grateful.
Another journey down a series of endless
halls caused Jody to become disoriented. The one
thing she did notice was that with every new turn
there were less and less people. Finally they came to
a locked door at the end of a corridor. There was a
sign that read - 21th Precinct Annex. Taped over it
was a hand written sign that read - Construction
Zone - No Admittance.
Jody watched as Cynthia pulled a key ring
from her belt and unlocked the door. Where was
she taking her? She opened her mouth to say
something but was cut off with an angry stare before
she could say a word.
Another quick trip down a dimly lit corridor
and then down a long flight of stairs, carefully
avoiding piles of construction debris, brought the
two women to the just finished holding cells. With a
practiced swiftness, Cynthia attached a locking
clamp through Jody's cuffs and clipped it to the iron
bars. It was finally too much for Jody to keep
silent.
"You can't seriously be thinking of leaving
me here?" Jody exclaimed as she pulled against the
hard metal of her handcuffs.
"It's a thought." Cynthia mused as she took
a step back and took a long hard look at Jody. "But
perhaps we can find a way to, what was the phrase
Murphy used, oh yes, grease the wheels of justice."
Jody only replied with a hard stare.
"Oh come on, " Cynthia said as she retraced
her step and reached out and stroked her hand
alongside Jody's cheek.
Jody tried to pull away but Cynthia had her
pinned against the bars of a cell.
"You can't tell me this is all new to you.
How many cocks in blue have filled that pretty
mouth of yours." Cynthia added as she ran her long
manicured finger across Jody's full sensual lips. "Or
how many times you've spread those lovely legs for
the boys in blue."
"I don't do women." Jody said defiantly.
"Then you're definitely missing something."
Cynthia went on as she glided her finger down
across Jody's neck and into the deep valley between
the large olive skinned breasts.
"You're a fucking dyke!" Jody spat out.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Cynthia
laughed.
By now her hand's journey had brought it to
the high slit in Jody's shorts and her fingers played
across both the exposed skin and soft flesh of the
girl's ass beneath the thin material.
"Of course, I could've left you to the sweet
attentions of Sergeant Murphy." Cynthia said as she
patted Jody's ass. "From what I hear, he's hung like a
horse."
Her digital odyssey now moved up the small
of Jody's back.
"Then again, I've also heard that he likes his
action through the rear door." Cynthia smirked. "I
would guess that it would be a real tight fit back
there."
The in a abrupt motion, Cynthia grabbed
Jody's ponytail and jerked her head backwards.
Pressing her mouth hard against the captive woman,
the Police Lieutenant savored the softness of Jody's
lips. The younger woman opened her mouth to
protest, only to have it filled by a probing tongue.
Then as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended.
"Still not interested?" Cynthia asked.
Jody answered by again pulling against her
bonds, and letting out a grunt of frustration when
they proved as unyielding as before.
"Well I guess I'll have to just work a little
harder to change your mind." The woman in blue
responded.
Cynthia turned away from Jody for a
moment then once more ran her hand across the
backside of the tight red shorts. She stopped at the
solitary pocket and slipped her fingers inside.
"What's this?" She asked.
Jody looked over her shoulders to see what
Cynthia was talking about. She was shocked when
the tall redhead pulled a knife from out of the
hooker's shorts.
"What have we got here?" Cynthia asked as
she held up a six inch switchblade. "A concealed
weapon, and an illegal one at that."
"You planted that!" Jody said.
"Did I?" Cynthia asked in mock innocence.
"Who's going to believe something like that? I mean
take the word of some street whore against that of a
decorated member of the Metropolitan Police."
"I was searched before, when they rounded
us all up." Jody countered. "I remember the cop's
name, Santiago. He searched me head to toe. He
can tell them I didn't have a knife."
"And I'll bet he enjoyed searching you too."
Cynthia said as she played with the closed knife.
"But the fact remains that Officer Santiago is still a
rookie. That combined with the fact that there are
limitations on how thoroughly a male officer may
search a female subject, as well as his possible
distraction by your obvious charms, could have
caused him to miss this weapon."
The change in Jody's expression showed that
she knew she wouldn't be believed.
"And who's to say that once they run this
weapon though the lab, what else they might find."
Cynthia went on. "It wouldn't surprise me the least
to find that it was used in an assault case, or perhaps
even a homicide. Something a lot more serious than
turning tricks."
"I've met some really scuzzy cops before."
Jody snapped back. "But you are one sick crazy
fucking bitch!"
The black haired girl felt the sting of the
sudden blow against the side of her face before her
eyes even registered the movement of her captor's
free hand. There had been a lot of force in the swing,
and she didn't need a mirror to know her cheek was
now a bright crimson.
"Wrong answer, whore!" Cynthia yelled,
raising her voice for the first time.
An expression of fear replaced the bravado
In Jody's blue eyes. Had she pushed too far?
Cynthia's burst of anger seemed to pass as
quickly as it erupted. Her attention was now back
on the knife. With a loud snap, she popped the blade
open.
Jody's eyes opened wide as she watched the
rays of the overhead work lights sparkle across the
length of the blade. Cynthia seemed fascinated by
the miniature light show.
"I was just thinking," Cynthia said as she
stepped up to Jody and grabbed the bottom of her
tank top an stretched it outward. "If you were able
to hide this knife, who knows what else you were
able to hide?"
With that she brought up the cutting edge
and sliced through the thin material of the blouse.
Jody took a deep breath as the razor sharp knife
passed up between her huge mounds and then
arched up toward her neck. To be pulled aside at
seemingly the last moment. The now severed
sections of her blouse fell to her sides and her
previously restrained breasts burst free.
Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin
globes bounced in the open air. A full 38D, they had
the largest aureoles the Police Officer had ever seen,
nearly two inches across. Capped by wide nipples
that rose nearly an eight of an inch.
Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and
brought a hand to each globe. Cynthia sighed with
delight as she closed on the soft flesh, pressing her
thumbs across the erect nipples.
"Mmmm, the firmness of youth." She
purred.
Jody couldn't help but respond to the touch.
Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive,
even this simple caress was enough to send a
pleasing ripple across her chest. She bit down on
her lip to hide her facial reaction but knew she
wasn't doing a very good job of it.
What self control Jody had, faded completely
when Cynthia replaced her grazing touch with the
wet and warm sensation of her tongue. Cynthia had
first sucked another woman's breast when she was
16, and the years of experience showed. If anything,
Jody's nipples grew harder as Cynthia stroked them
again and again, sending shivers of bliss now
throughout her captive body.
Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia's
tongue marked a path across Jody's inviting neck
until it once more reached her mouth. Pulling the
girl's naked breasts tight against her, Cynthia kissed
her a second time. Moist and warm, this time there
was little resistance to her effort as Jody even
opened her mouth to admit her.
As they played a game of dueling tongues,
Cynthia slid her free hand down beneath the
waistband of Jody's shorts. There she was greeting
by three exciting surprises. First, the fact that she
wore no panties - although not surprising
considering her occupation. Secondly, running her
fingers across her pubic mound she discovered that
it was totally bare. And finally, the most exciting
discovery - Jody was already dripping wet. Despite
her protests, she was really being turned on.
Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both
sides of the blue shorts and pulled them down with a
powerful thrust. Jody signaled her consent by
stepping out of them as they settled on the floor.
"She looks like a teenager." Cynthia thought
as she got her first took at Jody's shaved pussy. It
brought to mind the image of Carol Davis, her first
lover when they were both teens.
Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia
pushed her head forward and ran her probing tongue
up and down the length of Jody's slit. Quickly
covered by a thick coating of lubricating juices, her
tongue effortlessly slid inside.
"Oh God yes!" Jody exclaimed, no longer
caring about anything except the electric touch of
this woman's mouth.
She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to
drive Cynthia deeper within her. More than happy to
accommodate her desire, the older woman began a
series of furious motions with her darting tongue.
The dark haired woman moaned loudly as Cynthia
gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard
against her wetness, sucking hungrily.
It wasn't long before Jody was on the verge
of orgasm. Her body quaked and sweat ran down
her breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted around
the instrument of her pleasure. Then like a wave
breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed with an
intensity she had never before known.
Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders
arched backward and she slammed against the hard
bars behind her. Cynthia's fingers pressed hard into
the soft flesh of her buttocks as the red haired fury
lapped up her juices like a kitten does milk.
Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars.
Cynthia rose and stepped back, enjoying the view of
her prize. Smiling, she ran her tongue across her
lips, relishing the sweet souvenir of their encounter.
After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed
that the hooker had opened her eyes and was again
staring at her. Neither fear or hostility showed in
her eyes, just an increasing hunger.
Satisfied that she now had her complete
attention, Cynthia walked over to her and unclipped
her belt. As it fell to the floor, the tall woman began
to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. That too
soon fell to the floor, exposing a dark blue bra that
because of its matching color had been invisible
beneath her tunic. A minute later, her slacks were
piled atop it, exposing matching blue panties.
Soon they too joined the growing pile.
Cynthia's breasts were much smaller than Jody's, her
skin a pale white. Many times she had tried to get a
tan, but she had a tendency to freckle - a condition
that she truly hated. Between her legs sat a wild
bush of bright red hair, stretching over her entire
bikini area.
Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and
straddled the sitting girl. Jody immediately took the
hint and pressed her face between her legs. Cynthia
let her take a few minutes to get comfortable to the
idea and then began to do a bump and grind.
It wasn't long before the red hair was sticky
with juices as Jody practiced what Cynthia had
taught her. She couldn't match the experience
twenty years of lovers had given her partner, but she
was willing to give it all the delight her youthful zeal
could bring.
Running her fingers through Jody's dark hair,
Cynthia soon lost herself in the rising crest of her
own passion. The girl had learned well, she had to
admit. Not many lovers were a natural at this, but
Jody had definite potential.
"Oh baby, do it to me!" She yelled as she
grabbed a handful of hair and mashed her moist
pussy into Jody's mouth.
The excitement of the last hour erupted like
a bursting dam. Cynthia felt every muscle in her
body tense up and then turn to jello. As her legs
gave way beneath her, she reached out for the cell
bars for support.
Finally even that wasn't enough as Cynthia
slid to the floor next to Jody. Long minutes passed
as the two sweaty women sat up against each other,
catching their breath. Finally, Jody broke the
stillness.
"Can I get out of these now?" She said,
lifting the handcuffs into view.
Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off
her belt. A few seconds later, Jody was rubbing her
sore wrists.
"Happy now?" Cynthia asked.
"Not really, but I think this will make me feel
better." Came the answer.
With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed
her as hard as she could. This time is was her tongue
that was the aggressor as it explored the interior of
Cynthia's mouth.
They lay there in each others arms, softly
caressing the others naked form. Exchanging long,
moist, kisses, their tongues slipping back and
forth.
"This was fun." Jody said softly. "A pity it
has to come to an end."
"I know," Cynthia replied, still stroking
Jody's breast. "They should be just about finished
with that crowd up in booking. I should be able to
get your paperwork right through now."
"Fuck you!" Jody hissed.
"Hey, I was only kidding." Cynthia
chuckled. "And besides, I think you just did."
Standing up, Jody examined the torn remains
of her blouse. It would be impossible to wear out of
the building.
"What am I going to do about this?" She
asked. "I can't very well parade upstairs with these
hanging out."
"They are very noticeable." Cynthia noted,
the humor still in her voice. "Don't worry, there's
some clothes in the locker room in the back. You
can wash up and change."
With that, Jody picked up her rags and
heading in the direction she had indicated.
Cynthia washed up in the utility closet. She
knew that if she followed Jody back into the locker
room's shower they would never get out of here.
Quickly dressing, she checked her watch, still time
for a late morning breakfast.
"Hey, lets get a move on!" She yelled to the
back.
Jody reappeared five minutes later, having
gone an amazing transformation. She was a totally
different woman.
Her topknot ponytail was gone and her black
hair had been tied up into a tight bun. Gone also
were the bright makeup and gold jewelry. Her face
had been freshly scrubbed and she now wore only a
hint of makeup.
What was most astonishing was the outfit
she now wore. It was the blue uniform of the
Metropolitan Police Force. On her collars were the
pips of the 14th Precinct. She wore the shield of a
Patrolman, across from the name tag which read
Austin.
"How do I look?" She said, striking a pose.
"Like a recruiting poster." Cynthia replied.
"Now lets get out of here."
The two woman turned to leave when Jody
asked. "What would you have done if they had
actually booked me?"
"I would've said you were one of my snitches
and got you out of there." Was the reply. "With the
Captain off smoozing with the Mayor, I'm the senior
officer here. No one would think to question my
cutting you loose."
"I have to admit, Cyn, you really outdid
yourself this time." Jody smiled as they walked
down the corridor to the stairwell. "You can be a
real crazy bitch when you want to be."
"And you love it." Cynthia grinned, blowing
her lover a kiss.
"True, very true."
"Enough chit-chat, we really have to get
going." The Lieutenant said as they reached the
stairs. "D'Marco's isn't going to hold those brunch
reservations forever."
"One last thing though," Jody said as she
followed up the stairs. "If we ever try this again,
next time... I get to be the arresting officer!"
At that, both women burst into laughter.
END