The Toyota stopped an inch away from the door, and then slowly started backing up. Shielding his eyes against the glaring headlights, James stepped out leisurely, and putting his hand on his holster, yelled, “Okay, pal, game’s over. Now cut the lights.” The Toyota stopped, then as the powerful headlamps began to die down, and James’ vision adjusted, he realized his mistake.
What he had previously thought to be a lone driver, turned out to be accompanied by a woman. The man was grinning. The woman, flushed with the thrill of the chase, with anxiety dawning on her face.
James whipped out his handcuffs and sauntered over to the driver’s door. Pulling it open, he leaned against the rear door and beckoned with a smile. The man hopped put with a spring in his step, grinning widely. Close cropped hair, in his forties, well-bred features, clad in a three-piece suit, didn’t look much like a regular offender. But what the hell was he so happy about ? James clapped the cuffs on him and leaned in to take a better look at the woman. But she was already out of the car and running over to them. She was a beautiful brunette, with open, shoulder-length hair, eyes done with mascara, and a tall, full figure. On top of that, clad in an aqua blue, close-fitting top and tight, black jeans, she looked absolutely stunning.
James just stared at her for a while, unable to hear the words being mouthed by those luscious lips, her beauty enhanced ten-fold by anxiety. After a bit of internal tumult, he finally paid some attention to her words and managed to catch something like, “. . . my fault entirely . . . my husband’s innocent . . . goaded him . . . mentally challenged . . .”
James thought about letting the poor bloke go, but then remembered why he hadn’t called for backup, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ma’am. Your husband was way over the speed limit and a potential risk to everyone around him.” “But there WAS no one around him !”, the woman cried out. “Sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t make the rules. Now, I’ll need you to climb into that patrol car and accompany your husband to the precinct. You have to fill out some necessary forms, get your husband’s DL checked out and probably tomorrow afternoon, your husband would be presented for a court hearing.” The woman started sobbing. Her husband looked heartbroken and tried to reach her but James kept a tight hold on the cuffs.
“Look, um . . .”
“Kate”, she mumbled.
“Yeah, Kate, if your husband had pulled over, I could have just given him a ticket for speeding, but he resisted arrest and that forces me to bring him in. My hands are tied over here.”
She nodded, barely perceptibly, and James gestured towards his squad car. He pulled the husband along and ushered him into the backseat, who had started grinning again. Kate opened the rear door to get in, but James was quick to stop her, “There’s no need for that. In spite of whatever you might say, you were an unwilling participant. You get to ride shotgun.”
Confused, Kate got into the front seat. James got in, revved up the car and took a quick glance at the Toyota’s plates again. Memorizing the numbers, he drove back the way they had come.
Inside the station, barely two officers were still on duty, sipping steaming coffee from big mugs that said in big, bold yellow letters, ‘Cops = Cool’. Accompanied by the couple, James made his way to a fat guy with a moustache like a weed whacker, “What’s up, Joe ? Late night again ?”
Detective Joe Pegger looked up blearily, “Damn you, you young bastards. Old men like me, we need our sleep dammit, and instead here I am, mopping up the Bayer files which even Frank over there is quite well equipped to deal with.” “I heard that !”, came Detective Frank’s voice from one of the cubicles.
James smiled. He motioned to the man in handcuffs, “Speeder, resisted arrest. Driving at around 110. Apprehended on Grove. Name . . .”
“Tom . . . Tom Norbert”, Kate supplied.
“Yeah, Tom . . . Plate – JCR-1062.”
Detective Joe wrote it all down carefully, waving them away when he was done. James pulled Tom along and Kate followed. Skirting the various work stations, James led the duo to a corridor on their right, which ended in a solid wooden door. Pushing through, they entered the temporary holding area. A middling room with a couple of detention cells, all empty, and an even smaller waiting room on the far side. James nudged his captive into a cell and looked at the beautiful woman staring longingly at her husband, feeling an engorging in his loins, “You can either stay in here with your husband or in the waiting room over there.” Kate made to enter the cell, but her husband gave a retarded grin and waved her away. Kate looked torn but then walked determinedly towards the waiting room. James locked the cell door and followed after Kate, shutting the door behind him.
The room was a spacious one, with plush couches lining the walls, a few potted plants here and there, and a lone desk pushed up against the corner. The officer on duty was nowhere to be seen. James entered his and Kate’s names in the ledger and told her to take a seat.
Personally, his guardian angel must have been feeling extra horny of late. Him, alone, with the hottest woman he’d ever seen. That Tom was a godsend. James could take her right here on the couch, but somehow, raping a screaming woman in a police station didn’t seem like a very good idea.
Tense, Kate was sitting straight-backed on the couch, three feet away from him, when they heard the screams. “Tom !”, Kate sprang up from the couch and raced towards the door, out in an instant. James ran after her and found Kate sobbing at the bars trying to force them open. Tom was delirious, screaming at the top of his lungs, clawing at his throat, banging against the walls.
“What’s going on in there ?!”, Detective Joe’s muffled shout reached them. “Nothing ! Crazy bastard !”, James yelled back.
“He’s dying, someone help him”, Kate cried in desperation. Rolling his eyes, James unlocked the latch and barged in, holding Tom in a full-nelson, while Kate cupped Tom’s face in her hands and cooed at him softly. Eventually, Tom calmed down, wheezing like he’d just run a couple of miles full tilt. James patted him on the back and guided him onto the small cot. Kate seemed reluctant to leave her husband, so James went outside and left the door open.
A moment later, Kate emerged, wiping tears from her eyes, “He needs to get out of here. He won’t survive the night, will claw himself to death.” As much as James wanted to abide with Kate’s wishes, it just wasn’t up to him, “I’m sorry, but believe me, there’s nothing I can do.” Kate teared up and turned away, whispering so quietly that he almost missed it, “Just let him go, I . . . I’ll do anything.”
James perked up at that. Okay, this was unexpected. A hot wife was willing to do anything to free her husband, and by ‘anything ‘, she certainly didn’t mean, ‘sing your favorite song for you’.
James felt his loins stir. “Anything ?”, he whispered back. Kate turned around, her tears running through her mascara, leaving light black streaks across her cheeks, and nodded hesitantly. A certain something clicked inside James and he gestured for her to follow him. He led the way into an open cell right in front of Tom’s, and Kate followed. Locking the latch, he threw the key outside through the bars, but within reach. Then he turned and fully appraised the woman standing before him. Kate’s hair fell gracefully around her shoulders and forehead. Her dark eyes were full of indecision, and tears still ran down the twin, black streaks on her face. Her breasts heaved with anxiety. Her sleeves ended at the elbows and her long nails were painted cherry red. Those tight black jeans enunciated her full figure, hugging the curves of her thighs and butt.
James allowed his eyes to travel back to her face, her expression now tinged with fear. His own, with lust. “Disrobe.”, he ordered in a commanding tone. Kate looked stricken, “Not in front of Tom, please.” “Now.”, James’ tone became stern. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she slowly grasped the neck of her top, pulling it over her head. James’ pants felt too tight, gazing at Kate’s amazing body. The red bra was tight-pressed to keep her ample breasts in place. Her flat stomach melted into the perfect curves of her waist, disappearing into the jeans.
James flicked his hand downwards, and Kate reluctantly began to lower her jeans, easing it past her luscious butt, James glanced back at Tom. The woman’s husband was staring at his wife through the bars, mouth wide open as if in disbelief at what she was doing. Kate looked at him and mouthed a silent apology. James looked at her legs and was certain his erection was going to burst through the zipper. Long, tapering, with full thighs and firm calves, they were works of art indeed. Glorious stems of ivory holding upright the flower that was her body.
Almost tearing off his shirt and vest, James quickly pulled down the pants and underwear. His erect manhood snapping back as it cleared the elastic waistband.
Kate looked desperate now, like a cornered deer. Even the sight of James’ ripped physique and his huge staff did nothing to divert her attention. Instead, she grew even tenser, conscious of her nakedness even though she still wore the lingerie.
James’ head was abuzz. All he could think about was this beautiful woman, clad only in tiny fragments of cloth, wet and willing . . . okay, maybe not, but that hardly mattered. She had said she would do anything to free her husband and now it was James’ duty to ensure she upheld her part of the deal.
He walked over to Kate and without taking off the bra, cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing and caressing. Kate closed her eyes, her face full of shame and revolt, tears squeezing out from between her eyelids. James ran his tongue over her cleavage and hooking a thumb over the top of her bra, pulled it down her left boob, doing the same with the right. Kate squirmed and tried to step away, but James was now licking her breasts, and holding her tight by the waist, whispered, “Tom’s counting on you. You don’t wanna let him down, do you ?”
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