~Subject: Ladycop (ASCII)  Chapter 9
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 21 Sep 1995 21:34:04 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                 Chapter 9



     When he opened his eyes, it was still dark. He was on cold
ground and shivering. Karla was next to him huddled in a tight
ball. It was cold and they were both naked. They appeared to be
laying in an open field of grass and dirt. Off in the distance he
could see the lights of the city. Climbing to his feet he
stumbled onto their clothes laying in a heap nearby. He heard
Karla moan and hoped she was all right. "Where are we?" she said.
     "I don't know. baby. They had their fun and then dumped us
here."  
     "What do we do now?" 
     "Get our clothes on and try to get back to our car. Are you
all right?" 
     "I think so. God, I'm so horny. I couldn't get off on that
asshole." 
     "I know. It'll be hours before it wears off." 
     "Are you still hard?" she asked 
     "God yes, that shit's still in our system." 
     "Jim, right here, right now, fuck me. Don't mess around, no
foreplay, no talk. Just put it in and fuck hell out of me." 
     "That's the drug talking, Karla." 
     "I don't care, I need it, please?" 
     She rolled over on her back and opened her legs. He 
couldn't resist, he didn't want to resist. He mounted her and
slipped inside of her still gushy pussy. She was like a wildcat,
moaning and screaming in his ear, her legs wrapping around him
and pulling him deeper into her. He wasn't at all sure where he
got the strength but he pounded into her mercilessly. The more he
hit her the wilder she became. "Goddamn it, I can't get off," she
shouted, "it's driving me nuts." 
     He felt her body tighten and roll over, throwing him onto
his back. She rode him like a stallion, her pussy blurring up and
down on his shaft like a  piston. Finally, too exhausted, they
had to give up the effort. The drug was designed to prevent them
from gaining any relief and no matter what they did, it wasn't
going to happen until it wore off. 
     Karla was a trembling, quivering mass of hysteria. There was
nothing she could do except let time take its toll. Getting their
clothes on, they began walking. At least it took their minds off
the torment they were in. Soon out of the darkness they saw a
convenience store up ahead. At least they could call a cab and
get back to their car. They must have been a sight the two of
them coming out of the dark. They were both dirty and grimy from
the last bout in the field. Karla even had some weeds protruding
from her hair. With the cab on the way, she found a women's room
to freshen up in. She could hardly believe what she looked like
as she glanced into a mirror. One thing was for sure. She'd never
be recognized after she had a shower and changed clothes.
     Everything was dark and deserted as they jumped out of the
cab. Their car was still sitting where they left it. Driving 
through the darkness toward Karla's place, he could hear her
softly moaning from the effects of the drug. Her hand slipped
over between his legs and her other hand dove between her legs.
He had the tremendous urge to pull his cock out and try to jack
off, too. The discomfort of a never ending hardon was beginning
to get to him. 

     They finally arrived at her apartment. She pulled him out of
the car and together they hurried into the elevator. "I'll make
some coffee or something. Maybe it'll help.
     She put a pot of coffee on the stove and then sat next to
him on her large divan. They seemed to reach the same idea at the
same moment. "Can we try again? A little relief would be better
than no relief at all," she said. 
     Sinking back into the softness of the couch they went at
each other. Frantically they took turns stripping one another of
clothing. Both totally nude now, she opened her legs wide so he
could slip his cock between the lips of her cunt. Sinking deeply
inside of her, the sensation of his cock sliding up and down
within her slimy, tight tunnel was maddeningly pleasurable. If
anything, it raised the height of his drug induced passion to the
boiling point. He could feel her responding with strong thrusts
against him. 
     Miraculously he felt the muscles in her pussy begin to
tighten and knew she was going into orgasm, the drug was wearing
off at last. The tremendous spasms began lifting her ass clear of
the ground as she tried to force him deeper inside of her. A
loud, wrenching scream exploded in his ear as he felt her go over
the top. Her pelvic muscles clenched his cock like a vise over
and over again until he felt his own relief wash over him in a
dozen climatic explosions. The feeling was almost worth the 
torture they had gone through to get here. How magnificent it
felt to be exploding this way after being denied so long. 

     For nearly an hour they satiated each other until exhaustion
ended their lovemaking. Relaxed at last they sat on the couch in
front of her coffee table. Karla was dressed now in an old robe
she'd taken off the hook in the bathroom. Jim had pulled his
clothes back on and was leaning back drinking some hot coffee.
The drug had finally ran its course and they were nearly back to
normal now. "I really don't know what to say, Karla," he
stammered. "If I'd have had any idea, I'd never have let this
happen to you. I was so stupid."
     "What's happened is over," she replied. "We can't go back
and change things. It happened that's all. Just don't ask me to
go on another adventure. I'll never trust you again."
     "I don't blame you, not one bit. I wouldn't trust me either.
Is everything over between us?"
     "I don't know, Jim. I just don't know. Maybe later, after
all this blows over, perhaps . . .
     "I'm sorry you feel that way, Karla. I know it would be
pretty hard on you, I mean after all . . .
     "Yeah, after all, I think you've gotten me into enough nasty
business lately, don't you?"
     "What can I say? You've got me there. If it weren't for me
none of this would have happened."
     "Oh, no one can know for sure. If not you, then it could
have been someone else. My boss maybe, who knows?"
     "Yeah, who knows. I'll be going now, you probably could use
a little rest."

     She watched him as he entered the elevator. There had been
no good bye kisses or hugs. Just a friendly farewell as he walked
away looking like a little boy who just lost his best friend. She
turned out all the lights and walked into the bedroom. Glancing
at the clock, she wasn't surprised to see the sun would be up
soon.
     Sliding in between the sheets felt rather heavenly.
Stretching her toes and fingers out as far as she could reach she
felt her muscles relax and settle down for a good morning's
sleep. She was just about to doze off when the phone shattered
the stillness making her nearly fall out of bed. Heart pounding
in her chest she picked it up. "Yes, hello."
     "Karla, this is Lieutenant Walker. I'm sorry to wake you."
     "You didn't. I was just going to sleep. What's up?"
     "Menzmer's gone."
     She couldn't believe what he had just said. Stunned from the
shock of it she just fell back on the bed. "Karla, you still
there?"
     She couldn't answer for a few seconds. "Yeah, I'm here. How,
when, whatta you mean, gone?"
     "Just what I said, gone. Somebody fucked up big time at the
sheriff's office. He just woke me to let me know Menzmer's been
unaccounted for since sometime yesterday. Something about a mixup
during visiting hours and they apparently just let the bastard
walk out of the jail."
     "You've got to be kidding. Let him just walk out?"
     "Yup, I wouldn't kid you about something like this."
     "Jesus Christ! What if he knows where I live?"
     There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line,
then she heard Walker's voice again. "No chance, you're unlisted
aren't you?"
     "Yes, of course, but who knows what that pervert might be
capable of?"
     "Yeah, but I doubt if he has any way of finding out where
you live. He doesn't even know your right name."
     "Okay, Lieutenant, you're probably right. I'd still feel
better if I knew there was someone outside watching for him."
     "I'll get right on it. Should be a squad car there within
ten minutes."

     Karla lay for a few minutes but had no hope of getting to
sleep. She was nearly exhausted and still sleep wouldn't come.
All she could think about was Menzmer and what would happen if he
got his hands on her again. She shuddered to think about it as
she slid out of bed and pulled on her robe. All of a sudden she
wished she hadn't sent Jim off so fast. Who would have known
though. This shouldn't have happened at all. She thought about
trying to call him and have him head back this way, but then he
wouldn't even be home yet. She didn't know exactly what to do.

     On the other side of town in a small, dirty apartment house,
no one suspected that a wanted killer had rented a room several
months earlier for just such an occasion as this. Slipping in the
alley entrance Menzmer had made his way up the stairway
undetected until he now sat gloating on the unmade bed. In his
hand he held a small instrument he'd taken from one of the
drawers on his dusty bureau, something he'd purchased the night
he'd dumped Marla McNeeley's body. 
     It was simple, so simple who'd have thought it possible. He
turned on the scanner and listened. That was all there was to it.
For two hours, while he labored over another of his projects, he
listened to police calls. Wires and black boxes covered his bed
as he cursed and fumed, trying to get his little invention just
the way he wanted it. Finally, just as he was screwing in the
last screw he heard the police dispatcher make the call he was
after. "Four thirteen, San Francisco."
     "Four thirteen, go ahead."
     "Proceed to one three zero zero Seaview Lane. Code five for
ten officer Karla Sinclair until further notice."
     "Four thirteen, ten four."
     Menzmer leaned back and smiled. There it was, so easy he
hardly believed it himself. They just gave it away right there on
the air. What a bunch of fools, he thought to himself. What a
bunch of absolute fools.