Word Limit: 220-240
Key Words: authority, blue
You know, I could get fired for this
You hate your job, so who cares?
Who cares? I care, I like paying for food an TV and, I dunno,
clothes.
Just quit?
Really? And how are
we going to make any money?
I could be a cam-girl.
No
I could be an escort
Hell No
Why not? We swing.
I know, but that’s
different.
Why?
It’s for fun, not
money.
So, I can be a
slut, but not a hooker? Can we talk
about this later?
Why not now?
‘Cause I’m almost
naked
And?
Wet?
And
Horny as fuck,
now, take the picture.
Spread wider.
By whose authority?
Mine, your
partner, your lover, your boss.
Boss, eh? We’ll
see about that.
I’m sure we
will. Now spread
How wide?
I want your lips
to open
With my
fingers?
No fingers, just
spread
But then I’d be
showing…
Everything?
Yes,
everything.
That’s what I
want to see
But we agreed
these would be tasteful.
Well, our goals
are shifting.
To Where?
I’m not sure
yet. Unbutton your shirt and tip back
the hat.
Then they’ll
see my face.
I know, you’ll
be famous, the sexiest cop in town. “Boobs in Blue”
Now what?
Just a few
more.
Can you see it?
What?
I’m dripping.
Good
Drooling,
really.
Wonderful
So, about my
new job idea?
OK, you
win. You can do it for money, but I get
to watch.
Of course, Officer.
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It was her turn to take our uniforms to the cleaners. Ever since we became partners on the beat we
took turns, my guy, her guy. Drop off was
Monday after roll call, pickup was Thursday after safety briefings or
neighborhood watch meetings. It was nice
to have a schedule.
After the Canyon Heights Watch meeting, I looked around be
Rachel wasn’t there. Sometimes she
ducked out to get us a soda at the bodega around the corner, but she was always
back before I finished shaking hands and answering questions about “those dang
kids.”
With Rachel no where to be found, I walked toward our patrol
car, content to wait out her flirting with some single dad from the meeting or
a trip to the bathroom.
I turned the corner to our secluded, and safe, parking spot
and there she was. She smiled at me.
I was stunned. “What
the fuck, Rachel, who are you meeting?”
She made eye contact.
“You.”
“We can’t.”
She spread her legs and beautiful pink lips unfolded to my view.
“We can,” she unbuttoned her service-blue shirt, “and we
will.”
Not one to buck authority, I dropped to my knees and kissed
her. Her mouth was warm and inviting, so
I straightened up and filled it with my cock. She swallowed every drop, licked her
lips, and looked up.
“OK officer”, she shifted wider, “Let’s see if you know how
to handle a nightstick.”
