Arresting Officer
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
superior’s 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 21st 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 the Captain chewed her out 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 - 21st 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 trusted 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 other’s 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
(c) Ann Douglas 1995
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