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Subject: {ASSM} Indian Summer and Other Poems Ch.7 - Undercover Holly by T.S. Severe (M/TV, Romance, First)
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Indian Summer
And Other Poems
By T.S.Severe

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Undercover Holly
 (M/TV, Romance, First)




    "Hey sugar!" A black Lincoln pulled up, riding slow under the neon
and I kept walking, my heels click-clacking on the sidewalk. "You need
a ride home?"

    "You know where I live?" I asked him without looking, swinging my
purse and putting one foot directly in front of the other so my narrow
hips turned nicely in that short leather skirt. My ass was high and
round, rolling sweetly and I was giving him a lot of long toned leg
too.

    "Why don't you get in?" The guy suggested with a grin. "You can
show me the way."

    "Oh, I don't ride with strangers." I stopped, bending over to look
inside open passenger window of the car. My top was tight around my
tits, but he could see how full they were, how firm and heavy as I
gave my bare shoulders a little shimmy like I was cold.

    "Come on, sugar." He smiled at my beautiful face, perfectly made
up beneath my wavy auburn hair. "We won't be strangers for long, I
promise."

    "Nah." I wrinkled my pert little nose at him and rolled my big
green eyes. "You look like a cop."

    "A cop?" He laughed at me. "I'll give you a hundred bucks, come
on. I got a room at the Roosevelt."

    "A hundred huh?" I pursed my soft red lips and looked around for a
second. "What do you want? I don't do any weird stuff."

    "I just wanna fuck your brains out, sugar." He promised. "That too
weird for you?"

    "Nope." I smiled and Peter was already flashing his badge,
appearing as if by magic at the driver's door.

    "Hands on the glass, now!" Pete had his gun out too and so did I,
cause you never know about some of these guys.

    "Vice, sugar." I looked down the barrel of my little BDA .380 and
smiled. "You're under arrest.

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    "God. My feet are killing me." I said, sitting in a booth at
Murphy's, a little bar not too far from where we working.

    "Twenty-two tonight. Not bad at all." Detective Pete Robbins was
putting a rum and coke in front of me and I needed it. "Day off
tomorrow, then we'll do the airport for awhile."

    "Yeah." I grinned, picking up my drink. "Paperwork and night
court, some day off."

    "Ah, couple more months and you'll be done." He grinned and we'd
been partners awhile now, almost a year and we were both looking at
transfers soon. "You'll get a good look at the board."

    "Nobody makes detective first time up." I shrugged. "It would be
nice though."

    "If anybody's got a shot at history, Holly..." He held up his beer
in a little toast. "...You could be the first."

    "Yeah, right." I licked my lips, looking around, but that was just
habit. "How many beers you drink?"

    "Just the one, Jack." He laughed lightly. "Gonna be tough calling
you that again."

    "Heh." I grinned at him and let it slide. Pete hadn't said it very
loud anyway and we'd been talking a lot of shop. Murphy's was a cop
bar anyway, so it was cool, but anywhere else...

    We had a rule though, a serious one, that if I was dressed, I was
Holly. It saved a lot of confusion and out on the streets like this
you never knew who might be listening, and like it or not, Holly was
on duty everytime she put on her shoes. Pete knew it as well as I did
and he was good about it, as he should be after some ten months of
working with me. The man hardly recognized me when I wasn't dressed up
and every now and then I'd be in my blues at the precinct, looking
like Officer Jack Turner, and Pete would have to take two or three
hard looks before he'd believe it.

    "Hey, Pete...Holly! Lookin' good, baby!"..."She comin' on or goin'
off?" A couple uniforms from the precinct walked by, grinning at me.

    "Hey fellas." I gave them a sexy smile. "Gettin' off, I hope."

    "Shit." One of them, the blonde shook his head and gave his crotch
a little rub.

    "We sit with you guys?" The other asked and I'd seen him around.

    "Yeah, pull up a chair, Barney." Pete nodded. "They got you guys
walkin' now?"

    "Fuck. Mayor's new policy, gotta have a presence." The darker one,
a guy named Barnes grimaced. "Whatever the fuck that means. You know
my partner? This is Mitch."

    "How ya doin'? Mitchell." The blonde boy held out his hand.

    "Pete. You're that rookie Barney's always bitchin' about, huh?"
Pete grinned as they shook hands.

    "Yeah, he's gotta have somethin', right?" Mitch gave his partner a
grin and the boy looked about twenty minutes out of the academy. He
looked at me. "Hi, Holly is it? I'm Officer Mitchell."

    The way he said it left little doubt that Mitch had no idea who I
was and that was cute. He thought I was just a whore taking a load off
her feet, maybe giving a little info to Detective Robbins, cause the
working girls were always a good source. Could be I was giving the
Detective a little something else too, Mitch thought, judging from
that little smile playing at his lips. Rookies believed everything
they heard and they got their chains yanked mercilessly.

    "Hmmm...I can see that, Officer." I smiled, letting him hold my
fingertips for a second while Pete and Barney exchanged smiles. "Are
you here to protect...Or service me?"

    "Can't I do both?" He grinned and it was a good one, I bet Mitch
broke a lot of hearts growing up.

    "You be nice to Holly." Barnes told his partner. "She's got a
thing for cops."

    "A real thing." I giggled and gave Barney a little wink.

    "Is that right?" Mitch chuckled. "And me sitting here with a thing
for red heads."

    "Oh, now you're teasing me." I pouted.

    "He's just new." Pete laughed, reaching for his beer. "You be nice
too, baby."

    "I'm always nice." I put my hand on Pete's thigh, giving him a
little rub so he almost choked on his drink. "You know that, Petey."

    "Maybe we're interrupting something here." Barnes grinned at
Pete.

    "Hey, you wanna dance?" I asked Mitch and Pete gave me a look.
"Come on, they got a juke box!"

    "Uh, no...I don't..." Mitch was shaking his head.

    "Yeah you do." I giggled and I was already standing, tugging at
the policeman's hand while he smiled self-consciously.

    "I thought your feet hurt." Pete chuckled as he watched me pull
the blonde boy to his feet.

    "Not anymore." I smiled at my partner. "Officer Mitchell's gonna
hold me up anyway, aren't you?"

    "Uhhh..." Mitch grinned at me.

    "Go on, rook, you better dance with her or we'll never hear the
end of it." Barney waved the boy away. "Only one though!"

    "That's all we're gonna need!" I giggled, pulling the reluctant
young officer towards the jukebox.

    "I'm, uh, not supposed to be dancing in uniform, I don't think."
He cleared his throat. "Holly."

    "Oh, I like the way you say that!" I smiled over my shoulder at
him as I pushed buttons, rocking my pert round ass back and forth in
that short skirt. "Say it again."

    "What?" Mitch smiled. "Holly?"

    "Yeah..." I sighed, turning around as the music started. "I
definitely like it."

    I'd picked some slow songs, this being one of those nights where
it felt like everything was running down. I held out my arms for the
man, smiling at Mitch and for just a second I didn't think he was
going to do it. Being on duty and in uniform like that, he could get
in a little trouble for fooling around, but who was gonna know? Barney
would cover for him and he did like the looks of me.

    I liked him too. Officer Mitchell was all kinds of manly. Over six
feet and solidly built, rugged handsome like a cowboy. He just needed
some seasoning, some years under his belt because he had one of those
faces that looked real good when they hit thirty-five or forty maybe.
Mitch didn't belong in the city, he belonged outside someplace, riding
a horse, I thought, with his blonde hair and blue eyes and gentle
hands on my waist all of a sudden.

    "Like this?" He asked, looking down at me because even in those
three inch spikes I was half a foot shorter easily.

    "Uh-huh." I nodded, reaching up so I could put my hands on his
broad shoulders. "See? You know how to do it."

    "I guess I do." Mitch smiled and I stepped a little closer, just
because he wasn't ready to pull me close yet.

    "You're a good looking man." I breathed, moving my long red nails
so I could tickle the back of his neck. "You have a girlfriend?"

    "Uh, no." He shook his head. "I mean, I had one, she went to
college out in California, so..."

    "Awww..." I pouted. "I don't have a boyfriend either."

    "Well." Mitch chuckled softly and I felt his hands tighten a
little around my narrow waist. "You have a different boyfriend every
night, right?"

    "What?" I giggled. "No! Be nice. Business is business, but when I
go home...I just want to curl up, you know?"

    "Sure, yeah." He nodded sympathetically. "What, uh...How old are
you?"

    "How old do you think I am, Officer?" I arched my thin eyebrows
playfully.

    "Um, I don't know." He shrugged. "Nineteen?"

    "Oh, you are sweet!" I sighed. "I'm going to be twenty-three next
month."

    "Really?" Mitchell nodded. "I'm twenty-one myself."

    "Maybe you'd like to take me out on my birthday?" I pulled him by
the neck and he didn't mind taking me a little tighter.

    My tits rubbed against his uniform and my flat little tummy was
touching his crotch, feeling the unmistakable bulge beneath his dark
blue trousers. His belt too, that big leather utility belt stuffed
full of guns and flashlights and handcuffs. That was a little
annoying.

    "Oh, birthday?" He sucked his top lip. "What's, uh...What's a date
with you go for?"

    "Go for?" I giggled. "Is that a proposition, Officer Mitchell?"

    "Huh? No!" He blinked at me and his face turned a little pink.

    "Just professional curiosity, huh?" I licked my lips slowly. "Too
much of that makes my pussy nervous."

    "Excuse me? Oh. I was just...Wondering, yeah." He was a bit
flustered which was amazingly cute, and I felt warm all over.

    "Oh, bout a hundred dollars an hour." I shrugged. "All night gets
a discount though."

    "A discount?" Mitch swallowed hard, his hands moving towards the
small of my back, and the man was doing a little grind against my
tummy while we hardly danced at all.

    "Five hundred for you." I whispered, looking up into his big blue
eyes. "I take traveler's checks and all major credit cards."

    "Oh." He looked so serious I almost blew it with a real laugh, but
I was pretty good at this stuff by now. Real good at it and I wondered
how long our partners were gonna let the rookie dangle before they let
him in on the joke. I was enjoying myself a lot.

    "No personal checks though." I sighed, putting my cheek against
his chest. "Sorry."

    "Yeah, well, a girl has to be careful, right?" Mitch cleared his
throat. "Do you like it?"

    "The work?" I asked softly. "Yeah, I love it. It's a real public
service."

    "Heh." Mitchell laughed at that and his fingertips were at the top
of my ass, looking for a feel through the thin leather of my skirt.

    "Like you." I looked up suddenly. "You work long hours, come home
tired and beat. You just want a girl to make you feel like a man, get
you all relaxed and comfortable, work all that stress out of your
body."

    "Uhhh..."

    "You don't wanna go out and hit some bars, hit on some girls who
just want to know what kind of car you drive." I spoke gently,
stroking Mitchell's neck. "You want a girl who's going to love you for
a little while, no strings attached, right?"

    "Maybe..." He was holding my ass now for real, giving me a nice
squeeze and I wriggled a bit, giving myself to his hands. It was a
funny how good that felt, how his fingers fit my curves so perfectly
and I hitched a little breath.

    "A girl who doesn't mind if you want a little something..." I
shrugged with an inquisitive smile. "...Special? A little different
maybe? A girl who won't say no to anything you want to do?"

    "Yeah." He sighed with a small grin. "That would be nice."

    "Yeah." I agreed softly. "See? That's what I'm providing, a
service for men like you, Officer. Something you need."

    "I see." He kept his right hand on my ass while the left moved up
and down my spine slowly, giving me little chills.

    "But even a girl like me wants a man to come home to." I
whispered, looking up and playing my tongue between my lips. He had
some serious blue eyes. "I could make the right man feel more than
just special."

    "Jesus, you're beautiful." Mitchell was hardly breathing and his
cock was hard as steel, jutting against me through his trousers like a
railroad spike.

    "Do you like me, Officer Mitchell?" I stared into his eyes. "Do
you want to take me home? Handcuff me to your bed maybe?"

    "I wish..." He was bending his head and I felt it, like electricity
between us.

    He was going to kiss me and I'd never done that. I wasn't gay, I
was just undercover and I blinked hard, wondering what the hell I was
doing. Why was I attracted to him? Because that's what it was,
undeniably. This man was sexy and holding me right, the way I wanted
him to, and he was hot and hard and I was melting for him. My heart
was going fast and it had been, without me even knowing it. My skin
was tingling and he was going to kiss me and...

    "All right, break it up." Pete was there to save me and Barney was
sitting at the table laughing.

    "Come on, Rook..." Barnes called his partner. "...Let's take it for a
walk."

    "Ummm..." I drew a deep breath, letting Mitch go reluctantly and my
mind was in a fever, like a daze.

    "Yeah..." Mitchell swallowed hard. "...Be right there."

    "Come on, Holly." Pete was saying and he sounded seriously annoyed
about something. "I'll give you a ride home."

    "Okay." I nodded and Mitch was sliding his fingers off my hips.
"You got a pen, Officer?"

    I had no idea what I was doing, none at all. This was all surreal
and I watched as Mitch got out his little green wheel book and a pen
from his shirt pocket.

    "Holly..." Pete was giving me a look and I ignored it, wanting to
memorize Mitchell's blue eyes before he left.

    "Three six six oh one one two...Got it?" I asked Mitch and he
nodded.

    "Yeah."

    "Don't lose it." I giggled and let Pete grab my arm and pull me
away from the rookie as Mitchell closed his little notepad slowly,
clicking his pen and smiling at me.

    "The hell you doing, Jack?" Pete asked me in the car and he was
taking me back to the precinct so I could change and get my own car
out of the garage.

    "What?" I giggled nervously, not sounding like Jack at all.
"Having a little fun with the rookie, that's all."

    "Stop playing Holly, alright?" Pete frowned at me and I blinked at
him. "What do you think that boy's gonna do when he finds out you're a
guy?"

    I just licked my lips.

    "He's gonna wanna kick your ass, that's what." Pete sighed. "A guy
like that, he's not gonna understand you're foolin' around. What did
you give him your phone number for anyway?"

    "I'm a cop, remember?" I pouted. "I can handle myself."

    "You're the littlest goddamn cop on the force." Pete stared at me
for a second. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, Holly."

    He was right about that. I met the minimum physical requirements,
but only those. I was five foot six and a hundred twenty-five pounds
soaking wet. It was why I'd gotten this assignment, because I was so
small, so girlish in my face and figure. I'd grown my hair out over
the last year and auburn was my natural color; the wig was what I'd
look like in a couple more years. I'd taken a hard time my whole life
for being such a pretty boy and all that had done was make me try
harder to be a man. Becoming a cop had been the last and biggest step
and ironically enough, the cops had turned me into the girl most
people thought I should be.

    After a year of it, of being a woman every night, a sexy
prostitute coming onto men over and over...I liked being a beautiful
woman. That realization hit me like a hammer and I might have felt
guilty or ashamed or...Something. But I didn't. I felt good dressed up
and I liked talking to men, like when I'd been dancing with Mitch. I
hadn't thought a whole lot about anything and I'd meant what I'd said.
I was scared more than anything else, the way any girl would be. The
good kind of scared. And now Pete was giving me a hard time, being my
partner and trying to understand. Trying to protect me and more than
that, he was feeling...

    "Are you jealous?" I asked him softly.

    "What?" Pete glanced at me and then looked away and I knew him so
well. We'd practically lived together for a year.

    "You just called me Holly." I smiled at him. "You don't want me to
be Jack again, do you?"

    "That was a slip." Pete said dropping his eyes briefly to my
thighs. "And you're not exactly helping."

    "A slip?" I giggled lightly and my skirt was riding high, showing
off a lot of smooth pale skin and just a hint of the black lace
panties I wore underneath.

    "Yeah, Jack." He said my name deliberately. "You're a cop, like
you said, and jerking a rookie is one thing, but..."

    "No." I breathed, sliding over and putting my hand on Pete's
thigh, sliding my hand up and in between his legs while he drove. "I'm
still Holly and you're no rookie, Pete."

    "What...Holly?" Pete looked at me and he was a good looking man too.
"You've been undercover too long..."

    I'd noticed that before, how handsome Pete really was, but I'd
ignored it. I'd pushed what I was thinking out of my pretty little
head cause he was my partner. I moved my hand up to his crotch and he
was hard, like I knew he would be. I understood now, the looks he gave
me sometimes, his reaction to Mitch and seeing us together. Seeing me
flirt with the boy. Pete liked me. He liked Holly, maybe even loved
her. And Holly was me and we were alone in his car and nobody had to
know.

    "Do you want to take me home, Pete?" I asked him, pressing my hand
against the bulge in his pants, squeezing it so that I could find the
outline of his big firm cock beneath my fingers.

    "Holly...Jack..." He breathed and I shook my head.

    "Jack's not here." I giggled softly. "Only me."

    "We can't do this." Pete blinked at me. "You're not..."

    "Then why are you so hard?" I asked him gently. "Why did you get
so jealous in the bar?"

    "Jesus, I don't know." He shifted as I worked his cock slowly,
massaging him through his pants.

    "Yeah you do." I gave a contented sigh. "You've been looking at me
for a year. Watching me with those other guys, flirting with them. You
fell in love with me, didn't you?"

    "Holly, I don't know." Pete gave me his dark eyes. "When I look at
you...I don't know what to think."

    "But you know what you feel." I smiled. "You know what you want."

    "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I can't help it."

    "I'm not sorry." I shook my head. "Will you take me home, Pete?
Please?"

    "Yeah." My partner swallowed hard. "I...I'll take you home."

    "Come here..." I reached for his head and pulled Pete over to meet
me halfway.

    He hit the brakes, jerking us to a stop in the middle of the
street and I felt his lips on mine and it was even better than what
I'd felt with that rookie in the bar. This was a man I knew and
respected. A friend that I trusted with my life. He was someone I
loved, I thought, and that word came so easily to my mind that I
wasn't afraid of it. Love was the right word. I felt his tongue
parting my lips and I shivered, both of us straining against our
seatbelts while someone honked angrily and finally drove around us on
the mostly empty street.

    Pete held me, as much as he could and I moaned into his mouth
while he explored me with his tongue. It was a slow, deep kiss and the
one I'd been waiting for my whole life it seemed. Our eyes were open
too, that was the best part. We weren't afraid of this, neither of us,
and we weren't hiding anymore. Pete kissed me for several long minutes
and by the end of it were both smiling and a little giddy, but not
frightened by what we'd just done. Just a little nervous maybe,
excited and nervous with anticipation.

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    "Ummm...Again?" I giggled sleepily and the sun was just coming up
through Pete's bedroom window.

    "You're so beautiful." Pete whispered and he was on top of me,
between my spread legs and his cock was hard for the third time,
pressing into my sore, but still eager ass.

    It had hurt at first, losing my virginity and I'd cried, but only
a little and only because I was happy. Now it felt nothing but good as
Pete thrust gently inside me once more and I wrapped my legs around
the man, pulling at his shoulders while his eyes looked into mine. The
soft brown hair on his chest rubbed my hard puffy nipples nicely and I
wished I had real tits for him to kiss, but Pete hadn't complained and
he'd made them puffy and tender with his loving attentions. I felt
them burning and I sighed happily as his cock strove deeply into my
hot tight rectum, filling me completely. He was stirring up the
remains of his previous orgasms and making a little mess beneath me as
it pushed out around him, but I didn't mind that at all.

    "I think you were right." I breathed. "What you said before."

    "What's that?" Pete smiled, giving me a little roll of his hips so
that his cockhead teased my prostate and made me gasp with pleasure.

    "Ah! Oh..." I giggled. "Ummm...About being undercover too long."

    "What, you mean Holly?" Pete narrowed his eyes slightly and I
shook my head slowly.

    "Noooo...I mean Jack." I lifted my ass to meet Pete's thrusting,
knowing this was going to be a nice long fuck.

    "I don't understand." Pete kissed me softly on the lips.

    "I don't think I need to be him anymore, do you?" I widened my big
green eyes.

    "Oh." Pete smiled then. "No more undercover work for Holly, huh?"

    "No more police work." I agreed. "I think I want to try being a
wife instead. What do you think?"

    "Yeah, that's a good idea." He kissed me again. "You weren't very
convincing as a man."

    "Heh!" I stuck my tongue out at him and he licked the tip
playfully.

    "I'll need a new partner though..." Pete sighed and I was pulling
his lips to mine. "...Probably give me a rookie."

    "You just come home every night, Detective." I breathed. "I love
you too much."

    "I love you, Holly." Pete said into my mouth and then we were
quiet for a nice long while.




End
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