Sara looked coolly at Desmond. “Umm… can you get him a fresh pair of pants, Ma’am… I’d prefer not to have the stench of urine in my car.”
“Certainly, Officer. Anything to speed his removal.” Mollie went into the house and was back with a pair of his jeans almost immediately.
Seeing no alternative, Desmond took off his pants, and stood there in pee-stained Tighty-Whities, looking abashed. “Underwear too, Sir,” Sara instructed him.
Desmond looked down at the ground and mumbled, “Mollie, can I have some fresh underpants?”
Her eyes gleaming, she said, “No. Go commando, Mr. I-have-a-secret-mistress, you two-timing asshole. Remember, I have our laptop, and everything on it.”
Sara almost laughed, since Mollie herself had her own illicit suitors. She watched, amused as Desmond tried to hide his genitalia as he stripped off the sodden underpants and squeezed into the jeans, transferring the items from one set of pants to the other. He had to be extra careful with the zipper, she noted.
As she led Desmond to her police car, she opened the rear door and said, “Herman, hinteren!!” Her wonderful dog immediately leaped over the rear seat back into the cargo area. Turning to Desmond, she reminded him, “Do not make eye contact with my dog, either, and don’t try to speak to him. Get into the back seat, buckle in slowly, and stay extremely still and quiet, for your own safety, sir.” A now trembling Desmond eased himself in, facing strictly forward. He looked stiff as a crash dummy, but his hand shook so badly he had difficulty fastening his seat belt without looking down.
Sara went back to Mollie with a clipboard, supposedly to get her signature on the report. Mollie took the opportunity to whisper to her, “Misty and I would like you to contact us as soon as Desmond is out of your hair.”
Sara nodded her understanding, climbed back into the car, and reported to Control, “Code 1; 10-10,” which meant, ‘situation under control’ and ‘completed and returning to base’ in their lingo.
Tummy responded, “Roger. Control Out.”
As they pulled away, Desmond turned his head slowly and took a last look at Mollie. She was petting the dog that had menaced him – her smiling, and the dog wagging his tail happily as she praised him. Sara was thoughtful as she dropped Desmond off downtown, wondering what her two friends had in mind.
Sara was still curious what Misty and Mollie wanted to talk about as she pulled up behind her own aging Honda sedan. Somehow seeing Desmond like that had shattered her illusions about high powered oil executives. Then again, her life had changed in many not so subtle ways since she’d joined this police force, and especially after the fateful day she’d pulled over Mollie Jones for speeding. Before, one of her fantasies had been going down on an oil tycoon, merely for the thrill of it. Before Mollie, she’d never had sex with a woman, and while she still didn’t consider herself a lesbian, she knew now that she’s definitely bisexual. And of course, her partner, Herman really changed her outlook on life. In the cool of her now parked police car, she leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, remembering the first time Herman had shown he was far more than a canine police officer.
“We were patrolling that highway,” she remembered. “Herman and I were employed by the Panhandle Counties of Potter, Randall and Swisher and as such our duties were split by the three Counties. Out of convenience, we were based in Amarillo, but we’d get called out to the other municipalities and police departments as needed, not just the jurisdiction of Amarillo.”
She sighed and signaled to her canine partner to come forward into the passenger seat so she could pet him as she recalled that special day. She thought, “Consequently, as a County official I patrolled a section of HW 27 and 87 when I wasn’t involved in my capacity as a Canine Officer.”
She rubbed his ears saying, “Remember, boy? We pulled routine traffic and highway duties. That particular day we patrolled the sixty miles between Amarillo and Lubbock, bypassing the quaint towns of Canyon, Happy and Tulia.”
Herman panted a little, happy to be getting this ear rub. Sara giggled, and looked at him. “Yes! You remember! That elderly Ford Explorer patrol vehicle’s air conditioning had stopped working and the vehicle was like an oven. They’d promised us a newer squad car for over a year, but I swear that all the County mechanic did was keep the elderly vehicle running with chewing gum and chicken wire!”
She scratched Herman behind his ears lovingly, and he panted louder. “Yep, even with the driver’s window open, and with all the other windows cranked half down we were still baking. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, Herman, but when we passed the turnoff to the pretty town of Canyon, I was pondering buying a home there, but the Amarillo PD’s Canyon Sub-Office’s main duties involved policing the West Texas A&M University students.” She stopped scratching him and said, “But that would mean I be parted from you, and I’d never ever ever do that!” Herman licked her cheek.
Sara smiled. “I swear you understand every word I say, don’t you? Anyway, our ‘beat’ was the section of 87 and 27 until it reached the sixty mile marker to Plainsview, and the turn off to Tulia. Remember that big billboard advising motorists not to drink and drive? That marked the end of our designated patrol. I knew I had to cool us off, so I pulled in behind the huge roadside billboard, and that sand dune we used to hide us from the view of passing motorists and truckers. When we’d parked I opened the door and let the slight Texas breeze cool us. You, my friend and companion, were panting so loud that day, with your tongue lolling so far out of your mouth that I wondered where all the extra length came from!”
Sara chucked Herman under his chin, focusing his attention on the most important part of this reminiscence. “I’d been holding back an urgent need to pee for the last 40 minutes. I’d informed the radio controller I was going 10-12 (off duty) for thirty minutes but would stand by in case of an emergency. Once I was out of the car, I quickly unbuckled my weapon belt and pulled down and removed my uniform pants and panties, so I wouldn’t get them wet. Bare assed, I squatted down and oh, the relief as I began emptying my overfilled bladder.” She sighed, recalling that moment.
“And you,” she began, addressing Herman, “can you imagine my surprise?” Herman cocked his head, inquiring. She giggled and grinned, “Yes, I said my surprise. As I was squatting, I had no clue that you’d jumped out of the car behind me. When you pressed your cool wet nose into the cleft of my ass cheeks, I almost shrieked! And when your tongue…” Herman cocked his head to the other side, listening. “Yes… just try to look innocent. It was your tongue that licked at the yellow stream passing between my vaginal lips. My training at Texas Rapid Response K9 in Le Grange TX had given me no instructions for this particular set of circumstances, so I did what came naturally… I shrieked! But I couldn’t stop my pissing until I was empty. And when I was empty, you just kept licking and licking, and I shrieked again… but in bliss!” She gave Herman a tender kiss on his nose. “And that, partner, was the beginning of a brand new way of life for the both of us!”
She looked at her watch. “Oh, we’d better get ready, and go see what Mollie and Misty want.”
When they arrived Sara managed to find a parking spot nearby, about 100 meters from Misty’s apartment building. She clipped a leash to Herman’s leather collar, leaving off the ‘choke chain’, thus informing Herman that it was not a duty call. (Police dogs on duty have a leather – Kevlar – collar and stainless steel choke chain clipped on a single leash – when the dog is ‘duty clipped’, he will only respond to his handler and will be aggressive if touched by anyone else, friend or foe.)
Sara commanded, “Herman, shehr!” He trotted slightly behind Sara’s left leg a half meter behind her heel. She and Herman strode through the door and up to the bank of elevators. She pressed the button marked ‘P’ and was instantly whisked to the top floor. The elevator stood idle for less than a minute. The red light for the camera blinked a few seconds, and the door opened with a welcoming ‘ping’ sound. Sara approved these security precautions, of course.
Herman followed Sara still in ‘heel’ position. They were greeted by both Roo and Clawed. The dogs performed their customary sniffing ritual on Sara, both Roo and Clawed using their snout to sniff her crotch and ass. Ritual complete, she commanded Herman to ‘zitz’ and unclipped the leash, while being greeted by Mollie, who seemed intent on giving Sara an intimate French kiss and pawing her breasts. At a slight distance, Misty stood smiling, and watching.
After the kiss, Sara was asked to follow Misty and Mollie to the sumptuous sitting room, while the dogs sniffed and playfully growled and generally behaved like dogs. Misty sat alone on a white leather chair that in all likelihood represented a month’s salary to Sara. Mollie pulled her down on the matching love-seat, and held onto her hand. After a bit, the silence became uncomfortable.
Sitting squarely in her chair almost as if it was a throne, Misty cleared her throat and spoke. “We’ve invited you here for two reasons, Sara. The first one, I think, is like an ‘elephant-in-the-room’ so let’s get it out of the way first, if you don’t mind?”
Sara twitched slightly, and her gulp was almost audible. “OK. What’s on your mind, Misty?”
“You!” Misty pointed an accusatory finger at both Mollie and Sara. “You’re fucking each other, as well as each other’s dogs.”
Sara opened her mouth to answer, but closed it as Mollie gripped her hand tighter. Misty continued before she could put together any words for their combined defense. “Please, my girl Mollie has already confirmed it, and has been punished for this transgression,” Misty continued. “Now, I’m a few years younger than you, but I’m so not into cuckolding.” She winked at Mollie, adding, “My name isn’t Desmond, after all.”
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