The hot slug of lead whined by Grant's ear close enough to singe his hair. He still held the long-barreled Magnum steady, but shifted his aim ever so slightly as he squeezed the trigger and let the hammer fall.
A two-foot tongue of flame belched out of the barrel, but Billy Chapman hardly had time to see it. The heavy, flat-nosed bullet barely grazed his shoulder, but it hit with enough force to spin him around. The little.38 went flying.
He stumbled two steps in the same direction and began to reach out with his left hand. "Don't even think about trying to pick it up," Samantha said in a flat, hard voice. She squatted in a deep crouch with her revolver aimed at his groin. "I'll fix it so you can piss in six new places," she told him.
"Oooooh, fuck!" He staggered back and dumped down on his knees. "Get a Goddamn doctor! I'm bleeding to death!"
"Call it in," Grant told Sam. He gave her a grin and a wink, partly because she turned out to be a good back-up after all, but more because she looked sexy as hell, even with a gun in her hand.
Feeling that bullet hiss so close to his head had sparked a feeling as intense as orgasm. Shooting back made it peak higher still. But it didn't last like the jolting pleasure of fucking. Now that it was all over, he felt like, he was wallowing eyeball-deep in half-frozen shit.
He nodded toward the young redhead cowering against Jeff Hanson's convertible. "Get her out of here," he said. "Take her to your place until she calms down. Then find out where she lives and put her on a bus for home. I'll handle the Shooting Team and file all the fucking reports, then we'll pick up where we left off."
"What about your wife?"
"What about her? She's got what she wants, and so do I."
Samantha grinned and took Tanya by the arm. "We'll see you later."
Veronica said to the poised, handsome and attentive young man beside her: "My family is in the furniture business."
Brett Allison brushed a hand lightly down her mink-sheathed arm. "You must be doing very well."
"Oooooh, yes. But we only have one store now. I'd like to see it become a chain."
"I'm sure it will." Brett teased his fingers across her mink-draped thigh. "You look like the kind of woman who gets what she wants."
"Yes, but my father runs things now, and he's getting on in years. He'd like to retire if we could find someone young and dynamic to carry on."
"Oooooh?" His imagination began to race, but before he could think of a fitting reply, two shots rang out behind the restaurant. The first was a flat, brittle little pop. The second was a deep booming roar.
"God, what was that?" Veronica stiffened. He felt her soft thigh muscles tense hard as steel beneath the soft padding of fur.
"You wait right here, I'll go find out." Brett was not unusually brave, but he'd seen that vice cop Dunlap leave the restaurant only moments before. Two shots had been fired, and the second, loudest one, was almost certainly his. The sop would have things under control by now, and he would have time alone to think. He sensed a big score if he could just handle this sexy mink-clad bitch the right way.
Brett lingered on the fringe of the gathering crowd. Flashing red and blue lights on two patrol cars soon lit the scene with an eerie glow. Two paramedics trundled the injured boy into an ambulance, and it pulled away with the siren wailing.
Dunlap handed his gun butt-first to a fat cop in plainclothes. Two others were busy measuring distances with a steel tape. Brett kept thinking: "Thank God they'll all be too busy to bother with me tonight."
About that time, Grant saw him in the crowd behind a rope strung by two uniformed cops. Brett felt the chill of his icy glare. Then the cop smiled and gave him a friendly wave. He furrowed his brow and wandered what the hell that was supposed to mean.
Tanya did not calm down enough to speak until Samantha had driven her six blocks from the scene. The radio in the unmarked car chattered all that time. In addition to the shooting in the restaurant parking lot, two burglaries and an armed robbery were in progress on the far side of town. A busy night… but not at all unusual.
"Thanks for not slapping my ass in the can," Tanya finally managed to say.
Samantha kept looking ahead, somewhat ashamed of what she was thinking. The girl had such a tempting, firm young figure and such long, silky, soft red hair.
"Don't thank me. Thank my partner." Sam knew she should have gone by the book, and Tanya would be on her way to Juvenile Hall.
"He's one tough cop," Tanya said, recalling how he'd not flinched when the bullet whined so close to his ear.
"He's also very nice," Samantha said. The horror of that near miss had just settled upon her.
"Does he fuck you?" the girl asked bluntly. "Ah, yes… yes, he does." She was still distracted, otherwise she would not have answered such a personal question. At least not so honestly.
"I'll bet he's a good fuck."
"He's the best I ever had."
Tanya smiled, wondering. The sexy little bitch-cop said Grant was nice. Very nice! And she'd been waiting all of her life for a man to treat her right.
"What was it?" Veronica asked anxiously when Brett returned. He eased on to the stool beside hers and laid a familiar hand on her thigh. It seemed that he was stroking the dark, silky brown fur, but his thoughts had gone far beyond that.
"Some damn cop shot it out with a punk kid," he said. "The cop wasn't even touched, the kid not badly hurt."
"What cop?" Veronica asked. Her face had turned ashen with fear – an old habit she could not break.
"A guy named Dunlap. Grant Dunlap. You know him?"
"I used to," she answered vaguely.
The incident – so ironically close – only confirmed what she'd been thinking for some time – that she could not stand any more jerking and flinching every time she heard a loud noise.
Brett Allison was still stroking his fingers through rich folds of glistening mink, thinking about the golden opportunity that had dropped into his lap just the way his hand had dropped into hers. A furniture store! Maybe a chain of them, and a seething-hot pussy besides. He could feel her cunt pulsing beneath his fingertips.
If either of them had known who the wounded boy was and what he had done, it all might have worked out differently.
"Nice apartment," Tanya said after a quick, sweeping gaze. She never would have guessed it was the home of a cop, a woman she'd seen draw and aim a gun.
Samantha grinned modestly. "Thank you." She felt pleased that she was one of those rare women tough enough to work effectively in what was once almost entirely a man's world, but still softly feminine enough to express herself fully as a woman.
The floral-print upholstery, the frilly lace curtains, and the pastel prints of ballerinas decorating the walls all demonstrated how delicate she was. The clunk of her heavy purse when she set it down was the muted voice of her other side.
Tanya knew the purse contained a gun, probably handcuffs and a spray can of tear gas. She'd been in enough minor scrapes since running away to know the whole bitch-cop routine.
She sucked in a breath and gathered courage to speak. "I – I heard him say you were supposed to send me home. I don't want you to do that. My mother is a drunk, my step-father beats the shit out of her and then fucks me every chance he gets."
"I'm sorry." The words seemed so inadequate, but they sprang automatically from Samantha's lips. "He also said, when you calm down. I don't think that's happened yet."
"Oooooh, Samantha, you're so nice. How did you ever get to be a fucking cop?"
"Funny you should ask. I've been wondering the same thing myself." She swept Tanya into her arms and held her close. They both began to sob, half in relief, half from the warmth that passed between them.
Samantha knew that what she had in mind was a felony under the laws she was sworn to enforce. She couldn't help thinking how strange it was that she'd been assigned to the Vice Squad, because she'd long held the conviction that what people do in their private lives was their own damn business, not that of the federal, state, county or city government.
If she had her way and was a Supreme Court Justice instead of a fledgling vice cop, ream after ream of stupid, busy-body laws would have been struck down. She knew that what she and Grant had enjoyed so much was technically against the law.
Samantha shuddered as she hugged the young girl so afraid of being sent home. "It's all right," she said. She could feel Tanya's ragged breathing, the way it made her tits swell and press against hers. That contact created sudden heat in them both.
"That feels so good," Tanya said with an anxious gulp. "So soft and warm the way our tits rub together."
Samantha's restless impulses suddenly took control. "It would feel even better if we had our clothes off."
The girl looked shocked by the suggestion at first, then, slowly, a lewd grin formed. "Yes, I'm sure that would feel better." Though she'd never done anything with another woman before, Tanya felt a seething desire to try.
They both undressed as quickly as they could, scattering clothes all ever the room.
"Hhhhmmmmmm!" they both purred when their naked bodies came together in another close embrace.
Samantha leaned back slightly from the waist so that their pussy domes and nipples touched. Tanya's cunt lay hidden beneath a tangle of blazing red curls the same color as the long hair streaming down her back.
"Ooooh," the girl sighed, pressing harder against Sam's silver-haired cunt mound. "Hhhuuuuummmm!"
Samantha rocked her shoulders to stroke Tanya's nipples with her own. Both sets of ruby tit-nubs turned hard and hot with excitement!
Tanya groaned, shaken by the sudden rushing of her desire. "If – if this is supposed to be wrong, why does it feel so good?" she asked.
"I don't know," Sam replied. "Let's just do it and not worry about that."
"But – but you're a cop!" Tanya still had a sneaking feeling that they might be setting her up for something.
"I'm off duty." And she was thinking she might not ever go back. But her mind was in no condition to wrestle with an important decision like that right then.
"Have you ever had your pussy sucked?" Sam asked.
"A, yeah a few times. But never by a woman."
"Hhmmmm, would you like me to eat your cunt?"
"Hhhooo, yes… but only if I can eat yours too."
"Sure, come over to the couch and lie down."
Tanya moved with the tension of expectancy. Her whole body trembled with desire. She stretched out on her back with her slender legs spread wide. Her hands slid down over the dome of her pussy mound and into her fiery red patch of cunt hair.
"Hhaaaunnangh!" Her middle finger reached into her taut pussy and began a uptk probing series of thrusts. "I'll warm it up for you."
Tanya played with her own pussy a lot, and she knew exactly how it should be done to thrill her most. She could bring orgasms usually more thrilling than most eager, rough and clumsy boys.
"Why don't you let me do that?" Samantha asked. Her voice was strained with desire. Watching the girl's finger slide in and out of her delicious looking little cunt made the woman's lips burn and tremble.
"Then I'll do yours," Tanya said. "I'll show you how I like it best. I'll finger-fuck your pussy the way I do my own!" Samantha sat down on the edge of the couch and split her shapely legs wide apart. Tanya's finger was already wet with fuck honey, and it slid in easily and began to stir. "Hhhaaagh!" she gulped. "I can see why you like that!"
Sam wet the first finger of her right hand by slipping it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around. The slow, steady pulsing of her lips made Tanya's pussy slit squirm with desire.
"Hhhooo!" Tanya gasped when Samantha slid her wet finger between her legs, turning it in a spiral on the swelling button of the redhead's cunt.
"That's the way I like it best," Samantha said. "Spinning my clit really does it to me!"
"I'll try that." And Tanya did. In a few seconds, they both gasped and bucked from jolts of pleasure.
"This is much better than doing my own thing," Tanya said after long minutes of ecstasy.
"It's better yet when a soft wet tongue is doing it to you."
"Huummm, I'll bet it is. Show me, Sam. Suck my pussy! It's so hot and wet."
"Yeah, so is mine. You'll have to suck my cunt too, or I'll go crazy!" She turned, climbed up on the couch and straddled the girl, facing toward her feet and her luscious little cunt.
She sat for moment with one of Tanya's rock-hard nipples pressing into her pussy slit. She rocked gently, enjoying the sensation. "I like being tit-fucked too, and your nipples are so sharp and hard!"
"But I want you to eat my pussy, and I want to eat you!"
"I know… I know. Uuunnngh!" But Samantha just had to twitch her pussy to the other side and pump it back and forth on Tanya's other tit. "Now those proud tits of yours will taste like pussy when they're sucked."
"Aaahhhh," Tanya moaned. It felt like one of her tits was being sucked right then. Sam's soft wet cunt lips made grasping, pulling motions each time they passed over her rigid nipple, "Who – who's going to suck them?"
"How about Grant?" Samantha asked.
That was the second part of her plan. The fleeting glimpses of his fucking cock that she'd seen in the motel mirrors had excited her wildly. Now the wanted to really see his prick in action, and the only way she could get the close personal view she wanted would be by watching him fuck another pretty cunt.
"Do you think he'll want to do that?"
"I'm sure he will." But Sam could only hope he would. How could he resist? And she grinned when she thought of what a delightful shock it would be for him when he learned what she had planned.
"Will he want to fuck me too?"
"Hmmmm-hhhmmm." Samantha lowered her lips toward Tanya's red-furred cunt. "Right after he sucks on your delicious little pussy."
"Hhhaaaaggghhh!" The first touch of female lips on her cunt sent the girl's mind spinning into a blur. She clamped her eyes shut and enjoyed the thrilling swirl of passion. When she managed to open her eyes again, she saw Samantha's silvery cunt spread invitingly only an inch above her lips.
Her pussy looked so hot and juicy sweet. Clear, creamy smooth drops of fuck oil appeared on her cunt lips, shining in her thatch of silvery pussy hair. The drops grew to large beads as Sam's excitement increased, then they began to drip into Tanya's waiting mouth.
The girl had never tasted cunt before. Many times she'd wanted to, wished desperately that she could. When she finger-fucked herself to orgasm, she wanted so much to be able to suck her own sweet pussy, but no way could she reach it with her tongue, no matter how hard she tried.
Sam's tongue sank in deep, hooking and twisting to lap up her simmering cunt broth. Then it slid out and did a slippery, skidding turn around her clit. The girl thought she might pass out from the extreme shocks of pleasure this produced.
Samantha had to remind her: "You were going to eat my pussy too, remember?"
"Oooh… oh, yeah!" Tanya stuck out her tongue and eagerly lapped up the dripping fuck oils. The pungent aroma and musky taste of cunt made her want more. She thrust violently the second time, stabbing into Sam's wet pussy.
"Hhhuuuungh!" Sam groaned. "That feels so good!"
Deep in Sam's cunt, the girl caught another taste – a thicker cream with a tart-sweet flavor. "Hhhmmm, what's that?" she asked after swishing her tongue around in her mouth.
"Must be Grant's cum. He fucked me all afternoon, so there's got to be a lot of it in there."
"Yyyuuummm! There sure is!" Tanya's eager tongue dipped in for another taste. "And it's so creamy! I – I've never tasted cum before."
"You might want to suck Grant's cock enough to make him cum in your mouth," Samantha suggested. "Then you can taste jism fresh and hot."
"Ooooh, do you think he'll want to do that?" The thought made Tanya's whole body tremble.
"When you start sucking on his big cock, he won't be able to stop!" And then Samantha flashed a lewd, wet-lipped grin, thinking of what a wonderful treat she was getting ready for him.