Carol Davis stepped out of her car and paused to straighten her mini-skirt over her long, shapely thighs. As she bent forward she caught sight of herself in the car window. For an instant she looked at the clean line of her high cheek bones and her pert, straight nose. She didn't have such a bad face, she admitted to herself, especially when it was framed by her shoulder-length dark hair.
The beautiful young woman was so engrossed in her self appraisal that she didn't hear the man behind her. The sudden touch of a hand patting and squeezing her firm buttocks shocked her into immobility. Carol felt her blood growing warm and a strange, sick sort of arousal began in her as a confident male voice rumbled in her ear.
"Hey, chick, don't waste your time getting pretty for the cops. Those pigs in there don't appreciate somebody like you. Why don't you and I go someplace and have a drink?"
Carol's heart was fluttering under a full, firm breast, she hated herself for the nervous panic that always hit her at times like this! The brunette's hand shook as it dipped into her handbag and came back with her wallet, she quickly flipped it open to the shiny new badge pinned there.
"Bug off creep. I'm one of those pigs and I may just drag you in, if you don't get your filthy hands off of me!"
For the first time, Carol turned to face the man. He was big and looked strong, but his face seemed pasty and sick under his tan. A weak smile on his face, he backed off, his hands held out in front as if to protect himself from her. Carol almost laughed at the man as she waited until he was off the police parking lot. Then she tucked her wallet back in her purse and walked away, hoping that he couldn't see her knees shaking as the residue of her fear and weird excitement shook in her.
Inside the station house, the beautiful brunette stared straight ahead of her, ignoring the leering stare the desk sergeant gave her. She almost felt his eyes roving over her high breasts, down her gently rounded belly to her long legs. A small shudder of disgust mixed with excitement flashed through her. It wasn't fair for him to look at her like that, especially this morning!
Carol paused before the bulletin board, her eyes examined the notices, but she really wasn't paying any attention. Her mind was on Don, her ex-husband. It had been eight months! She wasn't a person who lived for sex, but it had been eight months! The lovely young woman felt the faint buzzing of arousal between her thighs when she remembered that hard, male hand on her bottom. She shook her head angrily, she had to stop thinking about filthy things like that!
"Davis, come over here for a minute."
Carol turned to see Sergeant Miller standing in his office doorway. The young policewoman didn't want to talk to him. There was something creepy about the tall, lanky officer, but he was her immediate superior and there was no way that she could avoid the sergeant since she worked for him.
As she moved closer, Carol saw Miller's little, slategray eyes boldly staring at her lush, rounded body and the only thing she could do was grit her teeth and pretend that she didn't notice.
"You wanted to talk to me, Sergeant?" Carol asked stiffly as she stopped a few feet away from him. The man let a faint smile crease his lean, tanned face before he nodded.
"You have an interview with Lieutenant Bixby in forty-five minutes, he'll have you called."
Carol nodded stiffly, she was expecting that.
"Some of the vice boys brought in some flicks last night, why don't you go in and watch, they're showing them in the ready room."
The young woman saw the mean smile on Sergeant Miller's fare and knew that he was laughing at her.
"I… I don't think that would interest me, Sergeant," she said. Carol could hear the nervous quiver in her own voice and was sure he could hear it as well. "That sort of… thing doesn't interest me," she added lamely and saw his amusement growing, she damned herself for blushing as she felt the hot flush staining her cheeks.
"What's the matter, Davis, does the sight of hard cock make you feel all sick and shaky inside?"
Carol flinched as Miller's words struck her and hit the mark!
"Why don't you go in there and prove that you're one of the boys, honey? You know the other officers don't have much of an opinion of women cops. You're going to have to prove that you aren't the prissy little girl that you act like. Go in there and learn something useful!"
Before the beautiful brunette could even think of an answer, the tall police sergeant turned away and went into his office, leaving her staring after him.
Don't go in there, something whispered in the back of her mind. You don't have to watch that filth, he can't order you to do that. But there was something else. Miller had challenged her. He didn't think that she would dare go in the ready room and was laughing at her!
Carol's jaw set and she spun on her heel. She was being stubborn and she knew it. But if she was ever going to be accepted here she was going to have to prove to everyone that she could take it.
The ready room was dark, the blinds had been pulled tight, the cigarette and cigar smoke was so thick that she couldn't stifle her cough as she slipped into an empty seat. Carol noticed several heads turn toward her and heard a low whisper ripple around the room. Carol felt her blush beginning, but her embarrassment died in the moment that she focused on the images that were flickering on the white-washed wall!
For a long moment, the lovely young woman felt the blood draining from her face as she watched the shadow of a pretty little girl laying naked on a bed as a huge man stood over her. The man was naked as well and a large, thick erection jutted out from his body like a pole! Carol tried to swallow, but her throat just wouldn't work as she watched the man catch the girl by her long blond hair and pull her into a sitting position on the rumpled bed. The young girl smiled up at the man, his hand was still gripping her head and was pulling her face closer and closer to the thick tip of the organ. The camera suddenly went into close-up and Carol found herself staring at his thick, pulpy glans. The focus was so sharp that she could see a drop of fluid ooze out of the little slit and drip down, but the drop was caught by a pink, flicking tongue!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, my God!" Carol heard the agonized moan in her mind, but she grimly kept her jaw set tight, refusing to allow the sound out of her throat. The beautiful brunette felt that strange, sick feeling flutter to life as she watched the girl on the screen smilingly move forward and envelop the mushroom shaped head with her red lips. Carol felt her fingers digging into the wooden arms of her chair and despite the fact that the film was silent, she could hear an urgent voice in her ear.
Please, Carol, it's all right, I can tell you want to do it so go on, suck it! Suddenly Carol imagined herself back with Don. She could even remember her ex-husband's fingers pressing against the back of her neck as her own face was being pushed against the swollen crown of his penis. Baby, you've just got to shake away from these uptight feelings about sex, it's putting a crimp in our whole marriage, I can't go on with this 'missionary only' crap!
The young policewoman shuddered and forced her spinning mind away from that painful scene, but when she focused on the picture again she felt her will begin to waver. The pretty blond was avidly sucking and licking at the monster prick that was crammed into her mouth. The man's hand was around the girl's neck, guiding her, setting the pace he wanted, as her head bobbed back and forth on his shiny stalk. Carol could see the girl's saliva dripping on his hairy balls and she wanted to scream.
Carol shifted uneasily on the chair and was shocked and ashamed to feel the thick moisture of her arousal seeping out of the tight folds of her vulva and wetting the crotch of her panties! The beautiful brunette felt the slow rise of passion flowing through her body, felt her nipples grow hard and rub against her bra. She shook her head violently. She couldn't be aroused just watching a filthy thing like this. She'd never done that for Don, no matter how often he tried to get her to, and she couldn't be excited by watching some slut do it for another man. There was nothing here that excited her! Despite her fierce denials, Carol felt the lips of her sex parting, swelling with blood and something inside of her ached for the feel of a thick, pulsating cock, like the one on the wall!
Carol was trying to wrench her attention away from the awful act she was watching when she felt a hand fall on top of one thigh! The beautiful brunette jerked her head around to stare at a handsome young policeman. She thought his name was Brown. The officer sat still, looking straight ahead, but his hand was creeping steadily up her leg and under her skirt! The young woman started to slap his hand away, but the tips of his fingers found the silky fabric of her panties and pressed hard against them, she gasped and her entire body jerked as the flood of pleasure numbed her and left her incapable of defending herself!
Carol sat rigid in the chair, the seconds passed and felt like years as the policeman's fingers pressed and tapped against the swollen, puffy outline of her damp vulva, setting up an awful, inviting rhythm, making her shiver and forcing her to bite her lip to keep from moaning and crying out. Finally, she managed to gain enough self-control to speak to him. Her voice was low and strained as she whispered to the young man beside her.
"Pl… please don't… I don't want you to…" Her whisper faded as the action on the wall became more frenzied. The pretty blond's face was tense and contorted as she sucked and pulled at the man's prick with her wet, bubbling lips. Suddenly she jerked her head back and held her mouth open as jet after thick jet of his semen blasted out and shot all over her face, in her mouth, in her hair!
For an instant, Carol stared in horror at the scene. She felt herself waver and knew that she was near an orgasm herself, but a sense of horror and fear welled up in her and she managed to tear her body out of the chair and away from the hand and blunder out of the room. As she ran, she could hear the coarse male laughter as it followed her down the hall.
There was only one place that she could go! Carol felt her thighs shaking, felt her nervous system protesting the sudden halt of the delicious touching and rubbing that the man had given her, but she forced herself to walk to the women's room. Once she was inside, she slipped into a booth and leaned against the wall. She felt like screaming, felt like crying and running away to hide.
"Stop it, you're behaving like a silly girl," the brunette told herself, but it didn't help. She could still feel the awful demands of her body. The touching had gone too far and it wouldn't be denied now. "Ohhhhh, this is so dirty," Carol moaned to herself as her hands clawed at her skirt, pulling it up over her waist. She was ashamed of herself as her hand dipped inside her tight panties and a rigid forefinger found the wet, slippery opening of her pussy.
I shouldn't do this. It's wrong. I never did it as a girl, why do I need it now? The questions and the accusations swirled around in Carol's confused mind, but that didn't stop her finger. She found the hard bump of her clitoris and flicked lightly at it, just the way that Officer Brown had done and the effect was almost as electric!
"Huuunnnngggg, ooooooo it's sooo goooood," the beautiful woman sighed and she imagined the fat, hard penis that she'd watched as it slipped between the wet, slick lips of her vulva and speared deep into her, filling her, making her feel whole and alive!
"Agggghhhhhhh, I… aiiiiiiieeeee!!!" She couldn't help it, wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her until her mind spun and she had to let at least one thin wail of passion leak out of her as her climax tore at the very core of her being!
When the beautiful brunette stepped out of the restroom she knew that she looked cool and calm. Her hair was combed, her makeup was on straight and her face was expressionless. But that was only a front, only a mask to hide the terrible turmoil and confusion that still whirled about in her brain. As she walked, she shivered inwardly as a spasm of her orgasm whipped through her, making her legs feel wobbly and unsure.
"Hey, Davis, where have you been? The boss wants to see you." Without turning to the officer at the desk, Carol nodded as calmly as she could and headed for the back of the station, she stopped before a frosted glass door and took a second to gain more control, then she knocked firmly.
"Sit down, Officer Davis," the man behind the desk said without looking up. In his hand he held a letter and from the color of the stationary she knew that it was hers. When he did look up, the young woman was surprised to see that Lieutenant Bixby's eyes were a deep, dark blue. They made his rugged face seem almost handsome.
"I have your letter here requesting reassignment, it follows the form, but I don't exactly understand why you want to change. Would you mind explaining that?"
Carol felt herself tremble but she forced herself to stay calm as she nodded. "Lieutenant, I didn't sweat it out to get through the academy only to be assigned to school traffic. I don't feel that being in charge of the crossing guards is the proper work for an able bodied officer."
Bixby didn't say anything at first. He simply stared at her. Carol couldn't read anything in his cold, expressionless face. "I'm sorry that you don't feel that the job isn't as exciting or as glamorous as you'd like, Miss Davis, but it is important and being a new officer I'd like you to prove your worth before I assign you to tracking down bank robbers and solving our murders for us."
Carol heard the bite of sarcasm in the man's voice, but she didn't dare respond. He was her superior officer and she had to sit and take it.
Bixby got out of his chair and moved around to sit on the edge of his desk. The brunette could see his eyes roaming over her, just like every other man, and her anger began to smolder. He grinned at her and sat very close, close enough to reach out and touch her if he wanted to.
"Look, honey, I'm not all that keen on lady cops and you'll just have to work where I want you to work until I get used to the idea of having you around and find something more interesting for you to do. Your request for reassignment is denied. I want you to go out today with Sergeant Miller. He'll show you the posts and introduce you to the guards."
From where he was sitting, Carol realized, Lieutenant Bixby could see down the front of her blouse and she flushed and resisted the urge to clutch at the open vee of her blouse. She glanced nervously around and realized that she could see his penis begin to stiffen and rise under his slacks. The beautiful brunette stared at the outline of the man's sex organ and felt that awful tingling begin again. She remembered the man in the film and how big and thick his cock was and caught herself wondering how the lieutenant would measure up to him?
"Yes, sir, I'll go with Sergeant Miller. Thank you for seeing me," Carol finally murmured as she got up and moved to the door. Lieutenant Bixby still sat on the edge of his desk grinning at her as she left.