The faded gold leaf on the glass panel of the door said: VICE, but part of the E had flaked away so that it looked more like VICF.
Grant Dunlap felt the same when he walked in – flaked away. His partner for the last six months had transferred to the Day Watch, Traffic Division. He had told Grant the change would improve his home life. But Grant could not imagine a guy wanting to spend his time writing parking tickets.
The lieutenant in-charge of the squad greeted him. "Glad you came in early. Your new partner is here."
"Where?" Grant looked around the room and only saw a woman. Probably a whore that one of the guys had busted.
"Over there." The lieutenant motioned with a nod of his head and braced for the explosion he was certain would follow.
"That fucking bitch? She's supposed to be my partner? You're teaming me with a God damned cunt!"
"Ssshhh, not so loud. This came down from the top. More of that Affirmative Action crap. Some bitch sued, she won, and now we're supposed to make them all into street cops."
Grant chuckled bitterly. "I'd like to make that one – but not into a cop."
She was a pretty little thing, barely five feet tall with short, silvery-blonde hair that curled around her doll-like face. In her mid-twenties, Grant guessed. A trim, compact figure! Not lush and ripe like Veronica's, but nice. It was a body that seemed to radiate vitality. Or maybe it was tension.
Grant wondered if her pussy was as tight as the set of her jaw. It probably was and as cold as her green-eyed glare. She knew they were talking about her, and she'd heard enough to know she didn't like what they were saying. Neither did she like the huge bull of a man she supposed would be her new partner.
He had a cold, withering stare and a scowl set firmly in his face. Otherwise, he was quite good-looking. Really handsome if you liked them rough. She tried to smile, but his hostile, unflinching gaze made it hard.
"She can't weigh more than a hundred pounds sopping wet. What the hell good will she be to me if something really shitty goes down?"
"Her pistol score is three points higher than yours."
"Good. She can shoot holes in fucking paper targets. What will she do against some big fucker who's shooting back?"
"Let's hope you never find out. Come on, I'll introduce you."
"Hhhuuummmph!"
"This is Grant Dunlap," the lieutenant said. "He's one of my best men. Grant, this is Samantha Ballard."
"Call me Sam," she said in a sweet voice.
"I've read her file," the lieutenant said, trying to break the chill. "She's alert, intelligent, inquisitive… everything a good cop should be."
"Except a man," Grant said.
She smiled and spoke in the same sweet voice as before. "Fuck you!"
That did it. Grant's rough face split with a grin. "Maybe we'll get along after all. Come on, let's hit the bricks and see how little you know."
When their unmarked car rolled out of the police garage, Samantha turned to study the somber, sullen expression on her new partner's face. "Why so gloomy?" she said.
He answered without turning. "You'd probably be one hell of a good partner in bed… but in a fucking police car, I can't see where you're gonna be worth shit."
"What makes you think I'm good in bed? You've hardly looked at me since we got in the car."
"I've seen enough."
Her fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse. "When we go off duty, would you like to see more?"
Grant chuckled wryly. "Hell, I don't even feel like fucking my wife any more."
"Hhhmmn? Why not? I'd think a big strong man like you would be horny all the time."
"I was until I started working vice and living with all the shit that goes on."
"Why don't you transfer?"
Another bitter sneer. "Because all the slots in Robbery-Homicide and the Burglary Detail are being kept open for little bitches like you… fresh out of cooking school."
"Goddamnit! I went to the Police Academy just like you did. And four years of college before that!"
"Oh, good. When you have to wrestle with three-hundred pound drunk, you can hit him with your degree."
"I also have a black belt in judo." Grant was unimpressed. He'd seen too many street fighters wipe the sidewalks with supposed experts in the martial arts.
"Look, you son of a bitch! You don't have to like me, but you might at least be polite."
"Sure. I was going to say, let's fuck. Now I'll say, let's fuck… please."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious."
"When?" Her voice quivered.
"Right now. We aren't officially on duty for over an hour."
"Wh-where?" The way he was looking at her now, Samantha thought he might want to fuck her right there in the front seat of the squad car.
"I know a place. A motel. The son of a bitch that owns it owes me a favor."
"I thought working vice made you lose interest."
"Maybe you can change my mind about that."
"I hope to change your mind about a lot of things… and a nice warm bed would be a great place to start."
He laughed, really laughed, for the first time in months. "It'll be a warm bed all right. It's a Hot Sheet motel we're going to."
"A what?"
"A place where the rooms are priced by the hour. Mr. and Mrs. Jones go there a lot. So do the Smiths."
"Oooh, I see."
"They've got closed circuit color TV and show fuck movies night and day."
"I'd rather fuck than watch it on TV."
"So would I. Hit the reds."
"Do what?"
"Turn on the fucking red lights. They're hidden behind the grille. Switch is there." He pointed, stepped down on the gas and powered into a skidding left turn that sent her sliding into him.
The man behind the motel desk smiled, but did not look entirely pleased when Grant walked into the office. "Dunlap, what brings you?"
"Relax. I don't have a warrant this time. I've got a woman in the car."
Now the motel owner flashed a lewd grin. "Oh. I see. I mean I see! That is one foxy lady! What can she possibly see in a big, ugly piece of shit like you?"
"Are you going to give me a key, or am I going to break your arm?"
Grant got a key and a grudging little smile. The motel man was still gazing at Samantha, who was waiting in the car. The sunlight flashed in her silvery curls. "What a waste," he said to himself as soon as Grant went out. "A pretty little bitch like that fucking a God damned cop!"
He never would have guessed that she also carried a badge, handcuffs and a nasty looking snub-nosed.38.
"Nice room!" Samantha said as Grant closed and locked the door behind them. The bathroom had a big sunken tub, and the huge round bed was covered with a deep soft fabric meant to look like fur. She saw its silky gleam on the bed, and again in a large minor mounted on the ceiling directly above.
There were large mirrors on every wall. Grant could see at least six Samanthas, and he liked them all… front view, rear view and from both sides.
She had a nice round little ass, but he didn't think he'd get around to trying that this trip.
They only had an hour, and he wanted to spend at least that long checking out her cunt.
Perhaps she sensed his urgency, ox maybe it was her own, but she began undressing as soon as he latched the door. Her taut little tits jutted sharply, pointing like arrows at the tip but softly curved underneath.
Her belly was smooth and slightly domed, ad below that, he saw a thick shock of silvery curls almost like those all over her head.
"Are you going to undress, or do you want me to do it for you?"
"I'll do it," Ho took off his jacket and the shoulder holster that held his big.44 Magnum. From force of habit, he rested the gun on a chair within easy reach of the bed.
"I don't think you'll be needing that," she said.
"I will if my damn cock won't getup for you – I'm going to kill myself!"
"Haul it out. I'll make the big fucker stand up and dance!"
In half a minute they faced each other stark naked. Samantha's gaze kept sweeping down to his cock. "My God, that is a big cock!"
"But not worth a shit the way it is now." His prick drooped between his legs.
"You just watch!" Samantha went down on her knees and lifted his huge soft prick in her small hands. She felt a faint pulsing when she reached for it with her lips. "Hhhmmm, there's nothing wrong with your cock that a little sucking and a fresh exciting pussy won't fix."
"I hope you're right." Grant still had his doubts.
She laughed and shook her silvery curls. "Hey… would I lie to a cop?"
Her next move caught him completely by surprise. His wife was a timid cock sucker. She took a long time getting his cock down, and usually made no attempt to get it all. Samantha lunged, spreading her lips wide as she tilted her head. She lifted and sucked, and she swallowed his whole prick-shaft.
His cock started to swell almost at once. He gave a thankful sigh and then shut his eyes, savoring the soft pulses that came up from deep in her throat. She stuck out her tongue and twirled it around the root of his cock. His prick began to throb, straining her throat as it swelled to full erection.
Samantha rocked back, smiling and feeling pleased with herself. She was almost as proud of his giant hard-on as he was. Just the knob of his cock remained between her lips. She stroked it with spiral motions of her tongue, then she slid down to nibble at the thick dark hair at the root of his fucker.
"Huuunnngh!" He felt a swift and urgent pulsing in his balls. He'd been so long without a good fuck that they were about to burst.
She could feel the vibrating tension in his cock. "I'd love to make you shoot off in my mouth, but not the first time. I want to fed you jizz in my pussy first."
"Yeah!" He was really hot to sample her silver-furred cunt.
She stretched across the bed, purring like a kitten when the fur-like fabric caressed her smooth skin. "Hhhmmmm, it feels almost like mink."
"I wouldn't know. A cop's salary doesn't cover shit like that."
That was perhaps the real problem with Veronica. She was always bitching about money and how much more they'd have if he worked in her father's store and eventually took it over. Her mother had enough minks and diamonds to open a store of her own, and Veronica hungered for crap like that.
"Don't let your mind wander, your beautiful prick will go soft."
"Maybe that's not such a bad idea. Then we could start all over again."
"Later, when we have more time. Right now, I want you to fuck me. This is such a crazy thing to do it's got my pussy hotter than a pistol."
Grant spread her slender legs wide and knelt between them. "You've got a great body!" he said.
"Remember it's small, and I've never fucked a cock anywhere near as big as yours… so go easy at first, O.K.?"
"Sure." But he was thinking that no one would go easy once she was on the street with him. It was a fucking jungle out there, and he didn't want to see her hurt. Funny how his feelings had changed in such a short time!
"You're wandering," she chided again. "Your mind is a million miles away."
"Maybe… but my cock is right where it wants to be." He worked his prick up and down, gently spreading the dark outer lips of her cunt and wetting his big prick-knob with her flowing pussy juice.
"Hhhhmnmmm," she purred. "Your cock isn't even in, and I love it already!"
Grant would have liked to toy with her and really heat up her juicy little pussy, but the painful throbbing in his balls was more than he could take.
He guided his prick-knob into her cunt and then leaned down to give her the long hard shaft that followed.
"Oooooh!" she gasped. "Ooooohhhh! Ungh! Shit! Hhhhooooo!"
"My cock doesn't seem to be bothering you too much."
"Nnnnooo, it's – it's just ripping me in two!"
"Hungh." Grant eased in another inch or two, pleased by the way her tight cunt moved in supple waves, slowly expanding itself just enough so that his cock would slide in.
"You've got a great little pussy, too."
"I wish your cock was little. Aaaaggg hhh! No – no, I don't. It wouldn't be nearly so much fun! I've never fucked a real big prick before. Hhhhmmmmm I didn't know what I was missing!"
"That pussy of yours isn't missing anything now. It scans to be inspecting every muscle and vein. I love the way your cunt moves… like hundreds of little hands all creeping up and down. I'm going to love dumping my load in you. My balls are so full and heavy, they feel like they'll fall right out of the sac."
"Hhhmmmm, why don't you dump your jism right now? Shoot me full while we have time to get you hot and do it all again."
"Good idea. The way that fucking pussy of yours moves, I wouldn't be able to hold off very long anyway."
"Just fuck it all out, Grant. Pump all your frustrations into me. You can't hurt me now. I'm used to your big prick now. Aaaggg hhh! I love it! I can't get enough of it. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
In the mirror above the bed, she could see his muscles rippling downward to his hips, lifting and thrusting as he got ready to stab her deep in the cunt.
"Hhhoooo!" Samantha shivered and rolled her head. In a mirror on the wall, she could see his huge, blue-veined prick bouncing up and down. It made her wince when she saw the size of it now. It shone with oils from her pussy, and it pulled the lips of her cunt out and then punched them back.
"Aaagggghhh," she groaned.
"Won't be long. I'm – I'm cumming. Oh, shit – I am really cuuummming!"
He could never remember such searing pressure. Maybe it was the hell of holding it a month, maybe the thrill of a fresh, willing and very talented little pussy. Whatever it was, his cock was ready to spit fire.
"Hhhhmmmm, I can feel it. Christ. There must be a quart. It's still gushing! Oh, God… don't let it stop. Don't ever stop! I want you to fuck me forever."
It usually took Samantha longer to reach a climax, but the heat and the flooding volume of his jizz did something to her. His jetting, splashing fuck-cream touched nerves in places seldom reached. She jerked and moaned, arching to lift her ass high above the bed.
"I'm cumming too! Ooooh, shit – you're making me cum so hard!"
"I can feel it." The wavering motions of her clinging fuck tunnel became violent bursts of movement. They made his padded cock tip shiver and tingle with delight. They pulled and sucked at his wick root. "Ohbh, shit… and it feels so good!"
When her seething pussy had milked every last drop from his cock, she finally relaxed and fell back, squirming joyously on the thick, fur-like spread.
"I want to suck your cock again," Samantha said when she caught her breath. "While it's still wet. I love to taste hot cum, and I like it best licked off a big cock still flavored with fuck honey."
"You're really something!" Grant said. "How about some 69? I like to suck pussy too."
"Even when it's sopping wet and dripping with cum?"
"I haven't tried it that way before, but I want to now."
"I thought vice cops knew it all."
"Yeah, we do. And this is how we learn." She laughed and watched in the mirror above while he turned around to straddle her face and bend down over her pussy mound. His huge cock had gone halfway soft after shooting its load. She felt grateful for that. It was hard to get or keep his whole prick in her mouth when it was fully hard.
Samantha felt some guilt knowing that Grant was married, but what the hell – if he hadn't fucked his wife for a month, it wasn't much of a marriage.
She also knew from her training that the divorce rate among cops was extremely high. The pressures of the job, the long hours, the physical danger! They all combined and often made an officer's home life pure hell.
"There's nothing better than sucking a flabby cock and feeling it swell hard in your mouth," she said.
He laughed. "That is not exactly my idea of a good time. But sucking a sweet cunt like yours sure is!" He bowed his head and burrowed into her, startled by the salty taste of his own fuck-cream mixed with the familiar musk of cunt.
"How many laws do you think we're violating right now?" she asked after licking her tongue all over his swaying cock.
"Enough to get locked away for a long time," he assured her.
"In the same cell?"
"I doubt it." His laughter roared again. God, how long had it been since he had had so much fun with a woman? "I've been thinking," he began cautiously. "There's no way we can do all I want to in an hour."
"Neither can I. But we're supposed to go on duty… what can we do?"
"Call in and say we're staking out this motel."
"Can we do that?"
"Sure… We saw two suspicious characters, and we have to check them out." He gave her dripping cunt slit a playful swipe of his tongue.
"Hhhmmmm… Who were these suspicious characters?"
"A sexy young silver-haired blonde and an older guy. It's gotta be a high-class hooker with a john."
"Are you saying I look like a whore?"
"That's what I thought you were when I first walked into the squad room."
"You son of a bitch! If I didn't love your big cock so much, I'd bite the damn thing off!"
"If I didn't need it for what I plan to do, I'd let you try. I love the way you suck cock."
"Hhhhmmmm!" She started again, and she sucked his prick so hard that he could hardly reach the phone.