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Written: 25 September 2018

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Life Changing Accident

by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Drugs, Rape, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Interracial

After training with Northamptonshire's police force I was slotted into a very small village as the first female village bobby Northampton had ever employed. It wasn't like being a copper at all really; crime was so rare in my picturesque little village that I was almost being paid for doing nothing at all. I married John, a village man, and he moved into the police cottage with me and life went on quietly for the next twenty years, nothing rocked the boat until I had an accident while I was on holiday.

John had taken me on holiday for my fortieth birthday, we were walking the coastal path around the coast of Wales and I slipped and fell eighty feet from the path to the beach below. I was in hospital for three months and had to recuperate for another six months and while I was off work my village beat was swallowed up by the next beat bobby from the next village. The police bicycle was replaced by a van and I got the hard choice...my inspector called it a golden opportunity...I'd worked for twenty years so had another five years before I could collect a police pension but, because of the accident, my bosses were willing to offer me early retirement or, I could go back to work but I'd have to relocate to the City office and become a 'Real copper' for the first time in my life.

Fortunately I got light duties because of my recent illness so I wouldn't be running around the streets of Northampton. I discovered that I'd been assigned to custody, I'd spend all day fetching and carrying for prisoners in the cells but I had a friend in the city office and when I finally went back to work, the first time I'd worn a uniform in a year, I was called into the duty sergeant's office and told that I'd been assigned temporarily to CID so my uniform was off again just fifteen minutes after my shift started. I'd never worked with anyone else before and so it was a shock to find myself teamed up with a twenty-five year old 'Fast tracker', a university graduate who joined the police after university and spent only six months in uniform before being moved into CID and starting his rise through the ranks.

I shook Gavin's hand when we were introduced, he was already a Detective Sergeant and well on his way to becoming the youngest Detective Inspector in the force's history. He inspected me as if I was a soldier about to go on parade, obviously the clothes that I'd come to work in that morning didn't impress Gavin very much, "Never mind, you can be in the observation van...no one will see you in there."

I was directed out to a blue electrician's van in the side street behind central station, the logo on the side of the van was for 'Peel Electrics', with a Doncaster address and telephone number, the side door was already open and it looked like a jumble of tools and wire inside. Gavin lifted a latch and the mess slid towards the rear of the van exposing a bank of TV screens and recording equipment. The van had numerous cameras mounted around the outside as well as powerful directional microphones. I climbed into the van and took a seat at the desk. It was like an office chair but it was bolted to the floor and had a seatbelt fitted to it. the fake equipment tray was slid back into position, hiding me and the equipment desk if the sliding door was opened, and the sliding door closed.

The van was driven to a side road in the centre of Northampton, there was a house undergoing renovation on the main road so people were well used to seeing contractor's vans tucked out of the way in the side street a few yards away from a group of young men dealing drugs. It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the van parked. Gavin opened the sliding side door and took a tool box out of the sliding disguise tray, he asked me if I was okay and I told him that I was. The sliding door was closed again and I was left alone. My radio burped, "The people we're interested in are already here on the corner, can you see them okay?"

"I can Gavin, I can see three men and I can hear them talking as well."

"Just do a capture now, save what you have already recorded and play it back, just to make sure everything is working properly."

"Will-co."

I started filming the comings and goings on the corner of the side street, I'd get registration numbers of cars that were driven up to buy drugs and record the transaction, then I'd report out to another of the team, giving them the registration number of the car and the direction it took. One of the team in an unmarked car followed the buyer and at a safe distance a marked car was brought in to stop the buyer's car on an imaginary road traffic infringement. The car would be searched, the drugs found and the buyer would be taken away for a blood test. Even if a joint had been smoked three days earlier there would still be enough of the drug in their system to get them a heavy fine and a ban for driving under the influence.

At six o'clock, after thirty drug buyers had been busted I came across a problem, I'd been in the back of the van for four hours and I was desperate for a pee so I put in a call to Gavin.

"Sarge, what do I do for a toilet break in the observation van?"

"We usually use the empty bottles by the back doors of the van."

"Not so easy for me boss!"

"I'll have to think of something, we can't move the van now...we'll never get a parking spot in that street at this time of day. I'll be bringing your lunch after I've processed the latest buyer, chicken, pizza or Chinese?"

"I could murder a special foo young. Are there any knives and forks in here?"

"I'll make sure that they put some cutlery in at the restaurant."

I watched Gavin walk past the three drug dealers carrying a cardboard box in his hands, he opened the side door of the van and pushed the box through a rubber flap at the bottom of the fake tool tray that blocked the surveillance equipment from the outside world whenever the doors were opened.

I found a funnel in the box on top of a plastic bag full of food. Gavin had bought me a large foo young, a small fried rice and a bag of prawn crackers, there were packets of salt and pepper as well as a plastic knife and fork.

Gavin had closed the sliding door and locked it before walking back towards the three drug dealers, he stopped and looked back at the van, he pointed his keys at the van and the lights flashed and the alarm beeped, I heard Gavin say, "Forget my bloody head if it were loose...hey mate, is there a decent chippy around here?"

The guy I'd marked as the leader of the gang laughed, "The only one around here is three streets away but I'd never recommend it to anyone."

"Shit...just what I need, I've got at least another four hours work and the last time I ate was breakfast"

I saw the drug dealer pop his hand in his jacket pocket and he handed Gavin a card, "This is my cousin's place, Tell him Brian gave you his number and he'll deliver whatever you want and you won't end up on the toilet for twenty-four hours after eating it."

"Thanks mate, you're a life saver."

As Gavin disappeared around the corner I heard him giving out Brian's cousin's address to the clean-up team to go and have a sniff around with the sniffer dogs.

He also ordered a cod and chips over the phone to be delivered to the house where the builders were working...just to keep up the pretence of him being an electrician working late on the house renovation.

I butted in as soon as Gavin was out of site of the dealers, "Gavin, what was the funnel for?"

"It goes in the top of the empty bottle by the door!"

Dawn broke over my befuddled brain as I realised what he meant, the funnel was a female adaptation to the in-van toilet arrangements, so I said, "Oh!" and left it at that.

At ten o'clock I was out of hours but the stream of customers had increased at the drug dealers so after a conversation with Gavin and a phone call home to John, I started my first ever overtime session in twenty years. Gavin walked back around the corner with his toolbox and stopped to talk to Brian, "Thanks for the tip off about your cousin's chip shop mate...I don't suppose that you know anywhere around here where I could get a room for the night?"

"Didn't you finish today?"

"Not quite, I fitted an immersion heater but the thermostat was broken so I'm going to have to do thirty minutes work tomorrow morning, I'll get a replacement stat from the supplier as soon as they open, I'm going to bed down here for the night just to save me another two hundred mile round trip tomorrow."

"Nowhere around here mate...not that I know of."

"What are the pigs like around here, will they move me on if they catch me sleeping in my van?"

"No...you're safe here, police avoid this street when they're patrolling!"

"That's good to know!"

Gavin climbed into the front of the van and settled himself down on the double passenger seat with his feet over the driver's seat, "Did you hear the comment about the local beat boys?"

"Yes, do you believe him?"

"Something you could check on, link into the national database, see if there are any arrests or comments about this beat."

"I know how to use the system but I haven't been given a password or username, I was cancelled off of the system last year when I had my accident."

Gavin sounded angry but he told me his details so that I could log into the system and between the job of radioing details of drug buyers through to the chase team and recording the transactions for potential court cases I was searching for reports.

"You still awake boss?"

"Of course I am...what have you found?"

"Ten reports in the last year, complaints from local residents, the general pattern seems to be a complaint is made late at night and the site visit is made the following morning, the local boys seem to be avoiding this area in the afternoons and evenings. I can almost plot their movements on a map from their timestamps and they never seem to dip into the streets on this side of the main road."

"I'll pass what we've found over to internal investigations, see if the local boys are on Brian's payroll"

At two o'clock in the morning there was a lull in the customers visiting the corner of the road to buy supplies, I took the opportunity to use the empty bottle and the funnel to empty my bladder and there was a scraping sound from the front of the van, there was a small sliding panel between the front and rear of the van and Gavin had just opened it as I was hovering over the funnel trying to get all of my pee stream into the bottle.

"Sorry Vicky, I was just going to call an end to the operation."

Gavin had looked away when he realised that I was peeing, I had no idea how much he'd seen of my toilet routine but once in flow, there was no way I could stop or move, both of my hands were in use stopping me falling over as I peed.

I moved back into my seat and Gavin looked through the opening again, "I've had an idea, put a call in through the three nines, make an anonymous tip off that you've just seen three men selling drugs on the corner, let's see what happens."

I put the call in and although I was asked several times for my details I refused to say more than the fact that there were three men selling drugs right now on the corner of my street.

We had the radio links open and heard the message being flashed out to the two police officers that were working our beat. As soon as the officers responded to the call my computer screen flashed up a position for them provided by the integrated GPS signal that overlaid the reply from their car.

"Where are they?"

"My screen shows them at the truck stop on the 'A-five', probably getting a cup of tea."

"They're eight miles outside their patrol area."

The radio burbled again, "Can't respond to the last call at the moment, we're dealing with a drunk on Kettering Road, it'll take about thirty minutes before we can get there."

My outside microphone picked up a telephone ringtone, Brian answered his phone and as he was talking he looked around and said to the two men with him, "Has there been a woman walking past here recently?"

"No one walking for thirty minutes Bri."

"Some busy-body's just reported us to the police, she said that she could see us right now so she must live close by."

"I thought that we'd sorted out the locals, convinced them not to stick their noses into our business."

"Well, it shouldn't take us long to find a young English woman around here, they're mostly Asians or coffin dodgers."

I recorded the three men walking to their car, it was a fully loaded BMW X-Five with all of its windows tinted. There was a puff of smoke as the driver started the engine but before the car got a chance to roll, two large blocker vans rolled into place, one touching the front bumper of the X-Five and the other touching the rear!

Gavin started our van's engine as the three drug dealers were pulled from their car by armed police officers, "You need me to drop you off at home?"

"I need a toilet, any toilet that's open at this time of night."

"You've just used the bottle, I saw you."

"What I need the toilet for won't go through a funnel into a bottle!"

Gavin drove the half mile to the nearest public toilet that was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I ran into the ladies toilet and dived into the first open toilet stall. I was so desperate to use the toilet that I didn't even bother hovering, I just pulled my knickers and tights down and sat on the can.

I was about half way through my dump when I noticed movement just under the toilet roll hanging on the wall of the toilet, a rather large, rather long cock slid through a hole that had been hidden by the toilet paper hanging down. Even though I was busy I took my telephone from my handbag and snapped a picture of the cock coming through the wall and sent it to Gavin with a message, 'I need a little help in here boss!'

Gavin ran into the toilet and knocked on the door to the stall next to the one I was using, the man in there put on a fake voice, trying to imitate a woman's pitch and timbre, "Occupied love!"

I heard the crunching of Formica as Gavin pressed his weight into the door and sprang the lock. The man was caught standing against the wall between the two cubicles with his cock sticking through to my stall.

Gavin called in the two beat coppers that had warned the drug dealers and they turned up in three minutes flat, Gavin handed the pervert over to the beat boys to take into central and book him in for a night in our cells.

I was sitting in the front of the van as Gavin drove towards my little village, "What about my car?"

"It'll be okay in the car park at base and I'll be picking you up for work tomorrow, I'll need you to dress a little sexier, low cut top, short skirt, lacy bra, stockings...self support or with suspender belt."

"What the hell for?"

"I could say that it would make spending the day with you go a little sweeter but we're working the red light district tomorrow, I'll be in the van next time and you'll be walking around on the street."

My mind was in a spin all the way home, I'd been a little turned on since the first time I pulled my knickers down in the back of the van to take a pee, that level of excitement jumped when Gavin looked in on me and now I had the picture of the guy with the massive cock in my head, he had to have been looking when I pulled my knickers down to use the toilet and then when he fed his massive cock through the wall I was really turned on, I had to fight the urge to grab his cock and do the right thing. I was suddenly grateful for a holiday I'd taken with John just a month earlier, my first ever foreign beach holiday, I'd discovered on that holiday that John got turned on by men looking at me on the beach. On the first day I'd worn my one piece swimming costume and discovered that John loved the way men looked at me, he talked me into buying a bikini and putting my hair in braids before our second visit to the beach, I looked like a teenager with elephantitus of the breasts and men buzzed around me all day. On the third day John talked me into buying a micro-mini skirt, sexy thong and bra set and a very revealing crop top so that men would buzz around me in the bars and restaurants after a day on the beach. If anyone had looked through my wardrobe a month ago it would have looked like I was a man or something, I didn't have a single sexy outfit but after two weeks in Southern Spain, I'd come home with three bikinis and five complete sexy outfits suitable for the disco scene in Alicante.

There was an almost electric buzz between my thighs when I closed my front door, John would have been sleeping for close to five hours, in fact he would have to wake up for work in two hours time, I was tempted to sleep in the spare bedroom so that I didn't disturb him...and of course, I had that little buzz between my thighs, in the spare room I could take care of that little issue myself.

I climbed the stairs and walked past my bedroom door, "Hey baby, is that you?"

I stopped in my tracks, "Sorry darling, I didn't mean to wake you...I was going to sleep in the spare room."

"No problem but now that I'm awake...you may as well sleep with me."

I stripped off and climbed into bed, I didn't bother with my nighty and as I snuggled up against John I rocked my hips so that my abdomen rubbed against his pyjama covered bottom. John rolled over to face me and he kissed me, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth he rubbed his hand between my legs. "Wow, you're turned on!"

"Just busted a flasher in a public toilet, he had a monster cock."

"I thought that you were on a drugs stake-out!"

"I needed a toilet after twelve hours in the back of a van and the only open toilet came with..." I had to stop at that point because John had rolled me onto my back and was on me, his cock wasn't the size of the pervert's but it was big enough to knock the wind out of my body, "...hot and cold running perverts!"

I took as much pleasure from John as I could before he reached his point of no return and then I got an evil thought, I pressed down with my right arm on the mattress and heaved John over onto his back just as his swimmers were lining up on the blocks, eager for the starters pistol to go off.

I did a cow-girl move on John and managed to control his 'Expectations' enough to get three orgasms before he pushed me over onto my back again and fucked me like a stallion for fifteen minutes. When he finally climaxed it felt like a hosepipe had been pushed up my cunt and turned on full blast...for the first time in close to twenty years I actually felt his seed jetting deep in my body.

We fell asleep in each other's arms but it was only for thirty minutes before John's alarm clock sounded and woke us both up. I made us both bacon sandwiches for breakfast while John got ready for work and then I went back to bed and fell into the sleep of the dead.

I woke up to a pounding sound deep in my head, it felt like the way I'd wake up if I'd been out on the wine all night but then I realised that the pounding wasn't in my head, it was at the front door, I looked at the time and it was a quarter to twelve. I looked out of my bedroom window to see a plumber's van in the street and suddenly Gavin stepped into view looking up at my bedroom window.

I stepped back but not fast enough, so now he'd seen me pissing in the back of the van and he'd seen my tits through my bedroom window as well. I pulled a dressing gown on and went down to let Gavin in, I made him a coffee while I took a shower and got ready for my hooker assignment.

"Wow, you look great for a woman of your age."

"Well...thanks for the 'looking great' comment but a little less so the 'for a woman of my age' part."

"I hope you'll take it as a compliment, I'm usually drawn to younger women but you...I could really go for you looking like that."

"Well, I'm as ready as I'm going to be I guess."

Gavin produced a shoulder bag and held it against my skirt, he pulled a face, "It doesn't match...will it matter very much?"

"I have my own hand bag thanks...mind you, that doesn't much match my outfit either."

"Yes...but your handbag doesn't have a pinhole camera in the buckle on its shoulder strap or a transmitter linked to the recording equipment in the van."

I inspected the bag, there was no way I could have spotted the lens of the camera even though I knew it was there, I lifted the flap on the bag, there was a packet of tissues, a large box of condoms, a thong, a purse and a mobile phone, there was also a silver rivet where the strap met the bag and that was a hidden on/off switch so that I could record men approaching me up close.

I gave Gavin a surprised look!

"It's a kit for hooker patrol, just in case someone grabs your bag, the phone comes preloaded with two hundred men's contacts in its contacts, they all link through to our control room where a man will answer and pretend to know you...it's all just in case, every eventuality covered."

We walked out to the van, it was yellow and sign written for 'Peel Emergency Plumbing', and a London address and telephone number. Gavin pulled the door open and slid the messy tool tray out of the way. I looked inside the van, it was exactly the same as the electrician's van from yesterday.

"How many of these vans do we have?"

"Just one, the garage peeled the electrical company's vinyl wrap off this morning and recovered it in the new vinyl, it only takes them two hours, they don't have to make a brilliant job of it, it needs to look a little grubby."

There was an oily smudge just behind the sliding door as if the runner holding the sliding door in place had dripped down the side of the van but it was actually printed into the plastic wrap glued to the side of the van.

I drove to the red light district and parked on the front of an empty factory unit, I parked with the driver's side to the wall of the building so that I could slip out without being seen by anyone out on the street. I had one of the tiny in ear radio units that looked like a miniature hearing aid. I was just about to step out from behind the van when my ear piece crackled, "Stop, someone's walking past."

I waiting until Gavin told me that the coast was clear before I stepped out into the street. I made sure that I was in sight of the van and its array of hidden cameras as I walked up and down. To make a bust the man had to approach me and offer me cash for sex or offer to sell me drugs. We didn't really mind which but the arrest did involve me getting into a car with them so that we could drive away from the red light district so that the arrest didn't drive away other customers or working girls.

Gavin managed to film and record three prostitutes before anyone approached me. Our chase team made the arrests in various out of the way car parks and blind alleyways.

A trucker pulled up at the side of me and asked me if I knew the way to the local refuse site. I rattled off the list of directions, "That's too difficult to remember love...if you're not busy...perhaps you could jump in here with me and show me the way!"

Gavin's voice came through my ear, "We don't have anyone to back you up and he hasn't incriminated himself...walk away from him."

"Sorry love, I'm a little busy at the moment, when you get out onto the main road ask again."

The driver looked disappointed and drove slowly down the road looking for another woman to entice into his cab.

"You sound excited!"

"What?"

"I can hear your breathing and your heartbeat...sounds to me like you're turned on."

"Not something I can help, he was handsome and I got the feeling that he wanted more than directions from me."

"I've never been linked with anyone who's reacted quite so rapidly or so dramatically...I can see that I'm going to have to watch you like a hawk."

I felt another jump in my excitement level just from him telling me just how easily he could read my body's reaction through the little transceiver built into my ear and as my excitement level jumped I heard Gavin laughing in my ear.

"Tango two back on station."

Gavin's voice crackled in my ear, "Vicky, we have a chase car free so start parading again."

I started walking up and down, we'd taken three women off the street so even though it was early I was getting a lot of interest from passing drivers, every time I spoke to one of the men Gavin chuckled in my ear because I was getting turned on by the men's attempts at picking me up. I couldn't do anything to entrap the punters and they'd seen enough 'Police Procedures' on TV to know not to tell a woman what they wanted for cash out in the street so I ended up dancing around the issue, talking to lots of men, getting more and more turned on as my shift went on.

The area we were working wasn't the street where the high end whores worked, the women who had a room to go to while they earned a living, take the sex off the streets and into the privacy of a flat or a house. We were working the bottom of the heap, the women who would screw a guy in the street to get enough money for their next drug fix, the girls who created a nuisance to the good citizens of the area, fuck in public spaces, litter the place with used condoms, skanky tissues and then used syringes as well. We'd got the job of hunting the whores, the johns, the pimps and the drug dealers all in one operation.

At six o'clock Gavin called a break for lunch, I stood at the back of the van and as soon as Gavin gave me the all clear, I ducked down the side of the van and into the driving seat, I drove the van to a pub a mile away from the street we had been working, four cars and our plumber's van. I was the first to walk into the pub and the landlord jumped out from behind the bar, "Sorry love, I'm not allowed to serve you, you can use the toilet if you need to and rest for ten minutes but then you have to go or I could lose my licence."

Gavin's voice crackled in my ear again, "Ha...ha, he thinks you're a real prostitute!"

I gave the landlord a sweet smile, I'd seen the license plate over the front door of the pub and it gave joint licensees names, I said, "Are you Joseph Somali or Paul Scofield?"

"I'm Paul, why?"

"I need to know whom to cite in my defamation of character court case."

"What?"

"Well, you've just called me a common prostitute and when we get to court I'll be able to prove that I'm not!"

I was suddenly surrounded by my eight co-workers and Gavin asked the landlord if we could push two tables together, "It's Harry's fiftieth birthday party and we'd like to have a meal together."

Because it was our lunch and not our dinner we really needed something a little simpler than the dinner menu so the landlord allowed us to pick from his lunchtime menu rather than his dinner menu. The pub was old, built in the Victorian era and massive but since the number of drinkers fell the pub had started doing meals as well as real music, quiz nights and live sports matches on big screen TVs...anything to draw customers in to the pub.

I finished my meal first and two of the guys with a sweet tooth had ordered puddings so we'd be waiting a little longer before we returned to the red light district.

It sounded like thunder rolling in, I looked out of the back window of the pub but couldn't see a sign of clouds so was curious about where the thunder was coming from, Gavin and I both still had our in-ear communicators in so as I stood up I said, "I'm just going to check, something sounds wrong!"

I walked along the passageway past the toilets to the front door, the thunder was getting louder and suddenly its source came into view. At first it looked like a big banana but when it turned into the car park it was a sports car, the name on the front said it was a Hennessey, I realised that it had to be the Venom F5, this was no rich man's toy, this was a million pound plus car, this was for the seriously wealthy.

I took the mobile phone out of the shoulder bag and dialled the telephone number that was plastered on the side of the fake plumbers van, "Hi, Vicky Clark here, can you check on a car registration number for me please, it looks like 'SOM 41I' or that could be an 'L' at the end."

The answer came back in a flash, "Neither option is a registered vehicle index mark."

"Well, it looks like it's an American car, a 'Hennessey Venom F5', could it be an American plate?"

"Impossible, only twenty four of those cars were ever made, there is only two registered in the whole of the UK, it must be a kit car."

"Sure sounds like an eight litre engine to me...look, I told you this morning that I wasn't coming straight home from work, it's Harry's birthday, We're all at the Queen's head having a birthday drink."

The driver of the Hennessey was a very large African man, he'd stepped out of the car while I was talking to our control room so I had to pretend to be talking to my husband on the telephone. His face split into a dazzling white grin as he walked towards me listening to my conversation, he wasn't the only one listening in, my ear crackled, "Problem Vicky?"

I shouted out "No!" at the top of my voice and pretended to end the call as theatrically as I could.

"Hi baby...husband trouble?"

"Dickhead trouble...sorry, just a bad day."

"So, you here for a birthday party?"

"Yes, a guy from work...that's all!"

"Well, you look angry; let me get you something to drink."

I smiled at him, he certainly dressed and looked like the kind of man who could afford to drive a million pound car, I thought for a moment, the car was definitely hooky, could have been stolen, definitely not a kosher registration and definitely not the kind of car that you would expect to be parked in a back street pub in Northampton. I looked at our three chase cars, they deliberately looked old and down at heel even though they could reach over one hundred and sixty miles an hour in the hands of our trained chase drivers but the Hennessey could reach almost twice that speed if their publicity blurbs were to be believed. I nodded my head, "Great...thanks"

"Vicky, what's going on?"

I walked back into the pub and headed for the bar area but just after the doors to the toilets he grabbed my elbow and stopped me, not in there, come up to my place."

"Is this your pub?"

"I'm the owner and joint licence holder."

"So, you're Joseph Somali then, I noticed your unusual name above the front door."

"Well, I'm really Somali Joe but your British Authorities insist on an Anglicised name for all official forms."

I pressed the on button on my shoulder bag as Joe pressed the code into the electronic lock, I had no idea if the camera could see his fingers pressing the keys but it should at least record the tune that was played as his fingers worked the lock.

Gavin crackled in my ear, "I'm heading out to the van...just in case...okay, I've got your back."

The door opened outwards which was unusual in a public building like a pub, unusual and dangerous. The bottom of the stairs started at the door...that explained why the door had to open outwards. I realised what the stairs had been there for, when the pub was first built it would have had a functions room above the bar, a room that could be used for dances, theatrical performances, parties...even educational sessions but now it had been closed off as a private area for Somali Joe to use.

The door was one hundred year old oak so was very substantial but once it was opened I saw a quarter of an inch steel plate had been fixed to the back of the door, it would have taken a bazooka shell to get through that door. Gavin walked past behind me as Somali Joe pushed me ahead of him up the stairs. A shiver ran through my body when I remembered how I was dressed, micro mini skirt, stockings and lacy suspender belt with matching thong, Joe would be able to see everything I'd got under my skirt if I was more than three steps ahead of him on the stairs.

All thoughts of Joe behind me disappeared when a door at the top of the stairs opened and another African popped his head out of the door, he was holding what looked like a pistol in his hand in the darkness at the top of the stairs, "Who the fuck are you...oh, sorry boss, I didn't see you behind her!"

I looked above the man's head at the top of the stairs, a little red blinking LED light gave away the camera looking down the stairs.

"Does he have a gun Joe?" I hadn't mentioned the gun because I was scared of it, it was just to let Gavin know that I'd seen a gun in the room above the bar.

"Don't worry about Amal, he's here for my protection, he won't hurt you unless I tell him to. Joe closed the door. I took a deep breath as I started to climb the stairs, Joe wasn't following me, he either wanted me to get high enough for him to see my arse clearly or...I looked over my shoulder and saw Joe lowering a heavy iron bar across the doorway, it was fixed by a pivot on the hinge side of the door and was captured by two cradles fixed on the back of the door and on the lock side of the door there was an opening in the brick wall that also held the iron bar. The upper level of the bar was more like fort Knox.

Joe started to climb the stairs after me and his grin almost lit up the dark stairway when he saw what I was wearing under my skirt.

Amal was holding the door open at the top of the stairs, Gavin was talking to me as I climbed the stairs but the closer to the top of the stairs the weaker and more distorted his voice became. When I got closer to the top I realised that what I'd thought was a pistol in Amal's hand was actually an Ingram MAC 10 machine pistol, now I was worried. Joe pushed me further into the room and Amal closed the door behind us, I spotted yet another steel plate fitted to the door at the top of the stairs.

We were in what had been the old function room, I'd seen the windows from the car park, it had four large windows overlooking the car park, I'd even seen that the curtains were closed as well but now that I was inside the room, there were no windows and no curtains, what there was where the windows had been was a modern concrete block wall and by the fact that my ear piece was now totally silent, between the new block wall and the old nine inch solid brick wall was a film of metal, probably earthed to create a Faraday Cage.

Joe took my shoulder bag and emptied the contents out onto a large table top. I focused on the contents of my shoulder bag and then beyond. A third African man was counting out twenty pound notes, he was banding them in blocks of ten thousand pounds and then vacuumed packing them in lots of ten, solid paper bricks containing one hundred thousand pounds and there were more than ten of the larger blocks. Joe flicked through my telephone, "A whole lot of men in your contacts."

I shrugged my shoulders, Amal walked past me almost sniffing at my perfume as he passed me, he was working on another table, he had what looked like the concrete building blocks, nine inches long by six inches tall and four and a half inches wide. He was using a bush knife to slice and dice the blocks, he was weighing small cubes of about one inch by one inch. He was using the trimmings from the cutting process to make the weight up to the standard and then dropping it into a plastic zip lock bag.

Each bag would sell on the street for twenty pounds, ten years earlier it would have sold for five times that amount, such was the widespread availability of cannabis on England's streets these days. Just a quick scan around the room showed that Somali Joe's operation was a million pounds a week business at least...Joe wasn't a street dealer, he was an area supplier and all of a sudden I was out of radio contact with the rest of my team and there was no way that they could get in to help me.

I was back facing Joe again now, he'd spread out the thong on the table and he'd placed the box of condoms on top of the knickers and the tissues next to them, he turned to face me and grinned again, "You're a whore!"

"I'm not..." I had to think fast on my feet and I didn't have the help of Gavin's inventive mind in my ear, "...It's Harry's birthday...the condoms are in case he gets me drunk enough to get lucky..."

"Well, unless this Harry is super human that only accounts for one...maybe two condoms...you have ten!"

"Well, I'm not proud of it but if Harry get's me drunk enough to get lucky, the other seven will want a try...if I'm that drunk they might all get lucky!"

Joe's grin turned into a belly laugh, "So, how many drinks would it take to get you drunk enough to allow eight of your colleagues to fuck you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, when I was at university, probably eight or ten shorts...I haven't done anything like it since I got married."

"So...back in the day...it would have probably cost eight to ten pounds to get into your knickers..." he picked up a small plastic bag, "...and today, that might cost thirty to forty quid, just one of these little pills will have the same effect for just five pounds."

He took a single pill out of the bag and stepped toward me, "Let's see if we can help Harry to get his birthday jollies without you feeling shit all day tomorrow."

The pill was forced into my mouth and suddenly the guy counting the money was there with a bottle of beer, he pressed it to my lips and forced me to drink some of it.

"What was that?"

"That's a little pharmaceutical that I have made for my customers, it's called 'Extra XTC', it's a double strength tablet, ninety percent ecstasy and ten percent Flunitrazipam mix to get a party started off on the right tracks."

There was a faint buzzing in my head, not Gavin on my earpiece this time but the starting overture of the pill that had just been forced down my throat. I'd spent twenty years as a village bobby where life was quieter than the grave but I'd still been forced to attend drugs training along with the rest of the police service so I knew exactly what effect the MDMA in the ecstasy tablet would have on my body, removing any signs of inhibition but leaving my free will...my choice making ability, the small trace of Flunitrazipam though, that was designed to remove a person's free will.

My mind started to wander under the effects of the drugs I'd taken, I'd known the moment that Joe offered to buy me a drink that he wanted to fuck me, I may be forty years old but I looked much younger, I was blond with an elfin face, short and skinny in all the places that mattered but big in the place that men often wanted a woman to be big...I was actually only thirty-six inch 'D' cup on top but on my small body it made me look massively endowed. I'd planned to allow Joe to get close, get his cock knocking on my door as it were before calling in the cavalry and stopping things. Get my turn on but stop Joe getting to the finish line.

I giggled as the thoughts ran through my head, I was going to get fucked whether I wanted to or not.

Joe started kissing me, his hands on my hips, I wanted to look down, wanted to see his coal black hands against my alabaster skin, the top I was wearing was a Jersey knit in scarlet with a very low scoped neckline, and three quarter sleeves, the shoulder was only half an inch wide so there was a lot of collarbone on show as well as the edge of the lace surrounding my bra cups and the bottom hem was an inch above the waistband of my white pleated skirt. My bra, thong and suspender belt were also scarlet and my stockings were RHT with seams up the back in American tan.

Joe kissed his way down to the exposed flesh of my décolletage and he was pushing my breasts up from below, now that his face wasn't blocking my view I could look down, my head moved as if it were in treacle, Joe's hands were under my top, his palms lifting my breasts through the cups of my bra. Part of me was disappointed that I couldn't see his hands but I could see his black face as he kissed, nibbled and sucked the exposed flesh of my breasts. Then another thought, John would love to see this. I had no idea of my husband's voyeuristic tendencies until our holiday three weeks earlier. It had started out with me in my usual full cover swimming costume, because I looked so young I was getting attention from the Spanish men hanging around on the beach. John even went to the hotel bar to get us drinks instead of calling the waiter over to our loungers. I saw him watching from the bar as man after man walked ever closer to me, even stopping to pass the time of day with me. I saw my husband's grin widen with every man that stopped to talk to me.

After our first beach session John had walked me over to the hotel's boutique and guided me to the selection of bikinis, he chose the skimpiest black bikini he saw and asked me if I'd wear it on the beach the next day.

I was suddenly dragged back to the room above the bar, Joe had stopped kissing my breasts and he was now pulling the front of my top over my head but my arms were still in the sleeves so my scarlet top looked like a backpack. I saw black fingers at my shoulders, Amal was behind me and he was easing my top off of my shoulders as Joe blocked my view again with his face.

Joe forced my mouth open with his tongue, it felt like it was huge, broad as well as long, very long. Amal said something and Joe stepped back a little, I saw my bra in Joe's hands, Amal had unfastened my bra and Joe was pulling it away. I looked down, my skirt was slipping now, again, it was Amal who had unzipped my skirt behind me, Joe lifted my chin so that I was looking into his eyes as my skirt slithered past my thighs.

"You happy baby?"

Joe was smiling at me and nodding his head, I realised that I was mirroring him, I was smiling and nodding my head as well.

Joe looked over my shoulder, he was obviously communicating with Amal behind me, "You can rip them off, she had a spare pair in her bag."

Joe's mouth sought out my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, it could have been the drug's effect, either on my eyes, my mind or my body but my nipples looked like they were really standing out with excitement. As Joe bit down, I could see him doing it and I could see from the way my nipple turned white that he was biting hard but in my drug befuddled brain I wasn't feeling any pain from his teeth.

My lower body started to shake, I refocused my eyes lower down just as Amal ripped the sides out of my knickers and pulled them away from my body, "Hey...what do you know...she's a natural blond...that's a first for round here boss!"

I was now moving around the room, the table where a huge block of cannabis was being portioned up came into sight, then it got closer and I was suddenly face down in a pile of compressed cannabis cuttings and dust. I was breathing the dust in as Joe pushed his hips against my buttocks. I joggled on the table, sliding an inch back and forward as Joe started fucking me. There was a sudden kick, while my nipples had little feeling as Joe bit them, my cunt suddenly seemed to be the total focus of my brain. I seemed to be able to feel every ridge, every vein, evey blemish of his cock against the inner walls of my vagina. There was a sudden banging sound and someone shouting, "Vicky, you in there?"

Joe pulled his cock out of my cunt and he walked over to the TV monitor connected to the Pub's CCTV camera. I managed to snake my body around enough to see Joe, he was trouser-less, just his T-shirt on and his black poker standing out from his body. His cock was the same length as my husband's but of course Joe's was black and a little fatter.

The screen changed to a picture of one of the chase car drivers banging on the door at the bottom of the stairs, "Who's that?"

I looked at the screen, it was Fred Ross, a veteran in the police force of thirty years, five more than he needed to do to collect his pension so he obviously loved the job. I had an internal conversation with myself, I had a massive urge to tell Joe that Fred was a police officer but I managed to control myself enough to say, "That's Harry, it's his party here today, he's looking for me so he can try for his birthday fuck."

Joe laughed, "He's too fucking late...he won't want you after we've finished with you!"

I shook my head, I was trying to shake the cotton wool up enough to get control of my body again. Amal had put his Ingram MAC 10 machine pistol down on the money table while he helped his boss to undress me and now I was lumbering towards it. I wasn't a firearms officer and my range training had been twenty years earlier where I'd fired a police issue revolver, I'd scored a seventy-eight out of one hundred to pass my range qualifications. Although I'd never fired other makes of gun, I had been shown how to make most types of gun safe, how to unload them and work their safety catch so when I reached the MAC 10 and picked It up, I knew exactly how to slip the safety catch off and how to rack a nine millimetre cartridge into the chamber.

Amal had smiled at my stumbling towards his gun but that smile vanished when he saw me chamber a round and make the gun ready to fire. I gestured towards the door with the gun's barrel, "Okay boys, down you go, no sudden moves, in my condition, I could shoot your dicks off or hit you between the eyes."

The guy who had been cutting the cannabis looked like he was about to shit himself at the sight of a blond woman drugged to the eyeballs and wearing just stockings and suspender belt waving a machine gun at him.

I didn't let Joe put his trousers on, but then I didn't get dressed either, I just needed to get the three men down and into custody while I still had enough mental capacity to point the gun.

Opening the door at the bottom of the stairs made a lot of noise and when my three prisoners emerged into the passageway to the bar they were pounced on by my eight man team. Gavin carefully took the MAK 10 out of my hands and flipped the safety catch on. He looked at my naked body and grinned, he could tell that I was a little out of my head and while the three drug dealers were led off in handcuffs Gavin took me back up to the room above the bar.

Gavin whistled when he saw the mountain of cannabis on one table and building blocks of cash on the other, my clothes spread out over the floor.

"You look disappointed Victoria!"

"Your fault, you distracted them before Somali Joe could get me off."

"What did he give you to get you in this state so quickly?"

I pointed to the bag of little pills, "Just one of these."

"And did just one of these pills make you desperate for sex in ten minutes?"

I nodded my head.

"You still desperate?"

I nodded my head again and Gavin picked up a condom from my box, "You want me to..."

I nodded my head and rested my arse against the drug table. Gavin didn't take his jeans down; he just unzipped, yanked his python through the hole in his boxers and rolled the condom down over his cockhead and down to his balls. Long and thin was the best description I could make of Gavin's cock, long and thin but he knew how to use it. We were alone in the drug room for forty minutes and for the whole of that time he was fucking me and giving me orgasm after orgasm.

When we heard the forensic experts arrive I had just the time it took them to sign in the scene of crimes log book to pull my skirt and top on. I didn't bother with my bra or the knickers that Gavin had provided in my hooker kit, just my top and skirt.

Somali Joe and his team weren't known in Northamptonshire but the picture I took of him with my shoulder bag camera had been transmitted on by Gavin when he reached the van as I was climbing the stairs. It took just five minutes for London's Metropolitan Police Force to respond with a warning that Somali Joe was known to them, he was also known to be heavily armed and Gavin was instructed to just observe and in no way to approach Joe until 'Sp19' arrived, the Metropolitan's armed response team. They arrived just after our forensic team. Gavin did allow them to take care of the MAC 10 that I'd used to arrest the three drug dealers as well as ten other weapons that Gavin had found stashed around the room.

Our whore clean up detail was suspended for the rest of the day, Gavin had to go in to start questioning Joe and because I was out of it on the drugs, Fred Ross was detailed to drive me to the local hospital for a check up and then to take me home. The check up was perfunctory; especially when I was able to tell them the makeup of the tablet that I'd been given, the doctor took blood tests and intimate swabs from my vagina.

On the drive home I told Fred that I'd used him as the excuse for my having condoms, tissues and spare knickers in my shoulder bag.

"How did you weave that scenario together?"

"I told them that you were Harry and that it was your fiftieth birthday today, it was an excuse that Gavin had used to get two tables pushed together in the pub as well as the change back to the lunch time menu. I said that you were going to try and get me drunk enough to get into my knickers, that Joe guy was suspicious because I had a box of ten condoms but when I told him that you were planning on fucking me, I said that if I was that drunk I'd let all eight of you fuck me."

Fred smiled, "Pity it isn't my birthday, I'd love to play Harry!"

"When was your last birthday?"

"Four months ago."

"Close enough...pull into that gateway on the left."

Fred pulled into the gateway and we both slipped into the back seat of the car. Fred's cock was only four inches long but it was fatter than the average cock I'd seen and he knew how to edge himself, holding back his orgasm so long that I had to stop him and make him put a fresh condom on his cock before I let him start again and this time I asked him to finish off quicker.

John was surprised to see me home from work early, even more surprised when he saw how I was dressed for work and his surprise turned to worry when he saw how unsteady I was on my feet and wanted to know what had happened to me.

"I need to jump in the bath quickly, I'll tell you all about my day when I'm finished."

John looked disappointed at my statement so I offered him my hand, "Or you could come up with me and share my bath and I'll tell you all about it." he grinned and jumped to his feet, I took his hand and then I picked my shoulder bag up, I knew that John would get very turned on when I told him about my adventure and that I'd need to make him wear a condom until I got the results of the swabs that the doctor had taken in case Somali Joe had left more than traces of his pre-cum behind in my cunt when he fucked me earlier.

John ran my bath and I checked the contents of my whore kit to see how many condoms were left in the bag and I spotted a little present from Gavin at the bottom of the bag, he'd slipped the bag of 'Extra XTC' pills, only one hundred pills but I was sure that I'd get a little fun out of them.

We climbed into the bath together and John washed my body while I went into intimate detail about my adventurous day. He was hard from the moment Gavin saw my tits at noon and he lost control when I told him about my time in Somali Joe's fortress, John actually fired off a jet of semen into the soapy bathwater without anything touching his cock just from my description of the way Joe pushed me down onto a pile of cannabis and taking me from behind. My description of sex with my boss while more than a dozen coppers were milling around the building got John hard again and my fuck with Fred Ross was too much, John rolled a condom onto his cock and he fucked me in the bath.

I was picked up by Fred Ross just before noon the following day and taken into head office to meet Eden Simons, our Chief Constable. I was dressed for hooker duty...not because I knew that I was going out to catch men looking to pay for sex but because I really liked the effect dressing that way had on men. I actually had lunch with Gavin and our Chief Constable and over lunch I was offered a permanent transfer into CID as Gavin's partner. Eden couldn't take his eyes off of me all through lunch, he flirted with me more than a little and when I accepted the offer of a transfer from uniform branch into CID he hinted that we should find some way to celebrate my promotion.

Gavin took a telephone call at the dinner table, "I'm sorry but Somali Joe's brief is making waves, I'm going to have to go and slap him down...if you don't mind Vicky I'll charge him with your rape so that I can keep him behind bars until we can get him in front of a magistrate, we can drop those charges once the drugs and weapons case can be formulated properly. I won't need you for the rest of the afternoon. I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow at twelve o'clock to go back to the red light district."

There was a momentary awkwardness as Gavin left me and Eden sitting at the table with half full glasses of wine in front of us, "Eden cleared his throat, "Well...Victoria, would you like something sweet...or...?"

I looked upwards, "I think a pudding would be a little too much for me at lunchtime sir."

"Can I offer you anything else sweet then if you don't want a pudding?"

I nodded my head and smiled at him. The restaurant we were eating in was attached to a mid range hotel, Eden paid for our lunch and he guided me through to the hotel's reception desk and booked us into a room.

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